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soft-for-them · 1 year

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Palm readings and tulips - Roman Godfrey x plus size reader

Summary: You and Roman are close, best friends even. You think he doesn't love you despite everything pointing to him loving you.

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A/N: Before writing this I hadn't watched Hemlock Grove since I was like fourteen so at this point in time I've only re-watched the first few episodes so the characters are probably way ooc. Not proof read.

Since turning eighteen, aka a legal adult, you’ve realised that you still don’t have the power to do much at all. You’re still learning to drive despite knowing that you won’t be able to afford the cost of a car on your own. You’re working part time and you’re still somehow waking up every morning to go to school which seems to never end.

Then there’s Roman.

Best friends since your family moved to Hemlock Grove when you were twelve, the promise of a job at the steel mill shattered as soon as you arrived, Roman has always been generous with his disposable wealth when it comes to you.

Roman Godfrey with his fancy little red car always filled with fuel, his house always open to you when you don’t feel safe at home, his disregard for the price of anything him choosing to always pay for your shopping the rare time he stalks around a shop with you when he’s not busy bedding other people. With a flick of a wrist he can get anything he wants no fake ID or drop of his prestigious name needed, though he does the latter one regardless, Roman Godfrey has the world at his feet.

Maybe that’s why you’re forever thinking up reasons why he’s still friends with you.

As you bang you head on your dull green locker, no one around the hallways to stop you for most if not all the students have been killed in gruesome bloody ways only leaving the younger students and the less than savoury upper-classmen left. To think, if you didn’t have someone like Roman following you around like a shadow then you’d probably be mauled to death in a ditch somewhere.

What a lovely thought that is indeed.

Raising you head you look down the hall, only small clumps of people mulling around, a larger group of tall teens clad in baggy clothes huddled around some lockers probably looking at something indecent catching you attention.

“I am an adult for crying out loud.” you mutter to yourself as you check you book bag filled with heavy textbooks and you large novelty pencil case, “I should be out of this fucking town.”

Then a loud obnoxious laugh, one that sounds more like some exclaiming ‘HA!’ than a proper laugh echoes down the hallway reminding you that nothing good ever comes from such fake laugh.

So with a reluctant sigh you mosey over to the group of boys, not caring that you look half dead in your oversized baseballs jersey and baggy mom jeans, your bag clutched in your hands ready to use it as a weapon.

“Alright fuckers what you looking at now?” you holler as you squish in between two towering boys who smell like B.O and dress like nul metal band rejects.

The best outcome is that they’re all ogling at a magazine of scantily clad women or huddled around a small screen of a phone looking at social media but no, sitting against a locker looking horrified is none other than Shelley Godfrey.

Her long faux hair droops over her entire face as she tries to look as small as possible, her long grey cardigan pooling on the dirtied checked floor of the hallway, her arms holding onto her speaking tablet with an inhuman clutch.

Your face turns stern, tired eyes showing how pissed off you are, the very small amount of power you have in this supernatural town bubbling up.

Most all the boys huddled around you both are way taller, a couple of the shorter ones plus size like you, so really you are outnumbered in every way including size. However, somehow the remaining gaggle of teenage boys who roam the school have an odd resect for you. Much like how Roman, when he’s not fucking someone or completely gone like he was never alive, they follow you around school like lost puppies finding you entertaining, your straightforward and sarcastic wit making you ‘one of the boys’.

That and you’re one of the very few teens who Roman hasn’t bedded, some of your classmates almost seeing you like a challenge for surely soon enough Roman will fuck you too. You’ve overheard them talk about you like this many times, too many for your liking and you have mixed feeling about how they see you. On one hand some people see this plum young woman who must be next on Roman’s conquest of fucking every person he can whilst others see you as just ‘the fat girl’ and nothing else.

For once in your life you’d like to be seen as more than a piece of meat but I digress, you’d much rather have the respect of these teenagers than have their ogling eyes look you up and down like your either their next fuck or next bullying target.

“What? Her wing was falling off, it’s funny (y/n).” one smiles thinking that you’re going to happily chuckle alone with them.

Honestly you feel too much like a mother goose sometimes, these greasy teenagers your rebellious children who think you’d laugh along with them at such cruelty.

“Oh! FUNNY LIKE BREAKING YOUR DICK!” you shout at the top of your lungs, everyone is a five mile radius knowing it’s you shouting out your secret knowledge.

No one other than you and the gaggle of lanky teens surrounding you know who you’re exactly talking about however everyone else will have a fun time trying to guess who ‘broke’ their dick and hopefully the humiliation with hammer into their head not to mess with Shelley Godfrey again.

“Come on (y/n)!” one scoffs whilst another gives you a “not cool bro.” to no avail.

“Where’s your brother?” you ask in you softest voice as you crouch down to Shelley’s height ignoring the scattering boys who try to do damage control now that everyone, which isn’t a lot compared to the beginning of the year, has heard what you shouted.

Speak of the devil Roman appears out of nowhere crouching down beside you as you talk softly to Shelley.

“Where the fuck have you been rich boy?” you scoff as you turn your head to look at your childhood befriend.

“How did you know Tyler broke his dick?” Roman retorts back with a handsome smile.

You ignore him, instead you help Shelley up.

“I’m not a blushing virgin Rom-“ you smile up to Shelley silently nodding asking is she’s ok which gets you a smile back before looking back to Roman, “- me and his brother was in the middle of some things when that idiot fell in the shower screaming bloody murder ‘My dick’s broken, my dick’s broken!’.”

You were having fun too, it’s not that often that a hot guy genuinely takes an interest in you let alone a hot college type who can take you wondering mind off Roman Godfrey, but then his idiot younger brother had slipped whilst belting out pop tunes in the shower making everyone in the house hold privy to the fact he hurt his member.

It was quite easy sneaking out whilst his family crowded around the bathroom, though your thoughts where quickly back of Roman.

As of late all you’ve been thinking about is Roman, that and escaping Pennsylvania but mostly of Roman’s stupidly handsome face.

Him looking at you now with eyes so filled with emotion, most of which you can’t decipher makes you almost blush and fumble. However before you can blurt out your feelings for the guy who used to follow you around town whilst you caught bugs or explored the library instead of going home you offer your arm to Shelley stating that you’re going to take her to her class.

Shelley takes your arm with a small smile, a faint glow of blue like a firefly radiating from under her fringe. Roman follows closely behind you protectively, his heart filling up with an emotion he hasn’t properly felt in his life.

Love.

Roman Godfrey, the most powerful person in school, the man who is your shadow, in love with you.

“He’s not happy with you (y/n).” Peter says between puffs of his cigarette the two of you sat at the front of his static home.

He offers the cigarette to you but you refuse it.

“He’s never happy with me lately.” you say not believing a word that comes from your lips, you don’t think Roman has ever be properly angry or disappointed in you.

“You know that’s a lie.” Peter says nudging your arm as you stare off into the distance to the house upon the hill.

“Peter, don’t contradict yourself.” you hit his arm back.

Ever since Peter Rumancek moved here you’ve been spending more and more time with him, well not as much as Roman has but you’ve been spending more time with the shaggy haired man then at home.

“What I mean is that annoyed at you.” as Peter talks you lean you head down on his shoulder, the late afternoon slowly fading into sunset, the air around going cold.

“How so?” you ask looking up at him.

“Something about a brother and you helping his sister.”

“Ah, that.”

Sighing, nuzzling your face into Peter’s bicep you try to figure out how to explain to him the situation that you hadn’t even realised was a situation until now.

So you explain it to him. In as little words as possible you recount the story of having a one night stand with a classmate’s older brother and the ensuing hilarity that you used as leverage to help Shelley.

“He really likes you.” Peter says bringing his hand up to pat your head as you slump down more into his arm like it was a pillow on your bed.

“Of course he does Peter, we’ve been friends since I was twelve.”

You don’t want to really explain anything more to Peter because you know exactly what he’s trying to get out but surely someone like Roman can’t like you back, right?

And from that conversation sometime later the next week you find yourself sat awkwardly on a throw covered blue sofa, a decorative pillow on your lap and Peter by your side fully relaxed.

Destiny has been kind to you the half an hour you’ve been here, she’s offered you tea, told you embarrassing stories about Peter and genially been hospitable and nice however as she breaches the subject of who you’re hear you start to feel nervous.

It was Peter’s idea, he had been the one to bring up Destiny’s palm readings curtsey of Peter you’re getting the palm reading for free. You’re not some naive little girl any more so you can take whatever Destiny gives you. Unlike the bigots of the town who think Destiny is scamming people out of their money because she is Romani you’re hopeful that she can give you a good reading and get Peter off you back to boot for he has been trying to tell you that Peter like likes you all week.

But still you’re nervous and jittery.

Destiny asks for your hands which you reluctantly hold out.

“I know you’re probably really good at this-“ you begin as she cradles your hands, your palm upward facing, Destiny leaning over to look at them, “-but I don’t need you tell me if I’m going to have kids or if I’m going to rich.”

Your eyes flicker between her and Peter.

“That’s no entirely how this works.” Destiny grins as Peter touches your arms to try to calm you down, “Anyway from what Peter has told me we may only need to look at your heart line.”

“Heart line?”

“Love.”

“Oh! Yeah, love…” your face scrunches up in worry, “Sorry, I’m not saying you’re a fake or anything but I, well, I already know who I love already, I just haven’t done anything about it so I don’t need a reading for that.”

She smiles, the dimpled lines either side of her mouth appearing as she does, her eye sparkling with curiosity.

“Peter you should have brought her over sooner.” she says eyes trained on you, “Shall we begin then?”

You nod a quick yes.

She begins tracing your palms, her fingers light but slow as she figures out both your past and your future form just the curved line of your hands.

“This hand-” Destiny begins cradling your non dominant hand, “- this one show your past.”

Her manicured finger traces a long line slightly jagged and curved.

“You’ve been through a lot.” she states, not trying to get anything out of you but allowing you to speak if you want to, “I assume it’s to do with your family.”

Two hours later Peter is leading you out of Destiny’s flat, a promise to visit again as a friend promised to her, tear soaked tissues stuffed up your sleeves and Peter holding you hand as he leads you onto the street now bathed in yellowing streetlamp light.

“That was a lot.” you try to upbeat but all that comes from you lips is a solemn exhale, “Promise you won’t tell anyone about all that?”

He bumps his shoulder into yours, his hand squeezing yours in a silent ‘yes’.

“Not even the bit about twelve year old you falling in love with Roman?”

“Shut up.” you laugh as you knock your shoulder into his back playfully, “Now walk me home.”

The next day after Destiny’s palm reading you’re overthinking too much so much so you get a headache that can only be cured by taking a long mid-morning nap.

Thankfully it’s the weekend and you don’t have work but unthankfully as you groggily wake up from your impromptu nap you hear the tell tell signs of one Roman Godfrey lowering himself down on top of your crowded double bed, his nicely dressed frame clashing with the teddy bears and old granny floral sheets of the bed.

“You climb through my window or something?” you ask as you drag yourself up into a sitting position, ignoring the fact your face comes dangerously close to Roman’s.

“No one’s here (y/n) so I used the key underneath the front door mat.”

“Liar-” you joke as your rearrange your twisted t-shirt on your plush body, “-the key is under the pot Rom, you know, the one with the dead tulips.”

You both maybe siting side by side, you under the covers and him fully clothed, but you can see his growing smile on his smug face from the side of his face, mischief soon to come.

“What, stop smiling like that and spit it out.”

His smile grows into a clown like grin as he lets out a deep chuckle. He bends down to the side to pick something off the floor. On hand latches onto your leg anchoring him down as he bends down hanging his other arm off the bed, warmth rising in your face at the rather forward action.

He rises bringing, what at first you think is a wad of paper, up but as you look closer you see the paper is combined with translucent pink plastic in a cone shape holding flowers in place.

Flowers.

Now just any flowers but blood red tulips, much more vivid and alive than the ones that used to live by your front door. And they’re not some supermarket type flowers either, there’s no barcode stuck to the plastic or creasing on the paper from where they’ve been sitting in a pot with other bouquets of flowers. No, they’re big, new and most certainly handmade, so perfectly arranged that they must have cost too much, well too much for you anyway.

For Roman it probably was nothing at all, his wallet still filled with too much money.

You must be frozen in place for Roman, one hand still on your leg, passes over the bouquet of tulips.

“Why you got these for?” you ask.

“I don’t like seeing you sad.” he says leaning closer so your noses almost touch.

“I’m not sad.” you try to smile, your eyes flickering between the blood petals and his sharp mesmerising eyes.

“I saw you yesterday with Peter, you were crying.”

Despite there being a thin blanket separating your bare legs from his hands you can feel him stroke patterns near your knee.

“Then why didn’t you come over then? You know I’ll always have you.” you words come out wrong for you were trying to say that he’s always welcome in your home though I guess the growing bubbling feeling of love has impaired your mind just a bit.

As your eyes look at the flowers you miss the hungry, almost monstrous look flash in Roman’s eyes, his pupils going large. It takes all his strength not to grab you and kiss you all over making you his.

He won’t even tell you either that last night another classmate died, that he was trying to investigate it.

“I’m taking you out.” he demands.

“Ok.” you say feeling that you can't decline, the thought of it being a date pushed out your mind for Roman always seems to be spending money on you, “Let me get dressed first Rom.”

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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Also would love more of the art student x stem student peter writing,, again totally just self indulgent here but I adore their dynamic I could go on forever, like study dates but she’s working and Peter hangs around revising notes in her studio and they both just accompany each other AGHHH I could think about them for ages

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Thanks lovely!

tasm!Peter Parker x artist!reader ♡ 727 words

Your hand comes into view, taking Peter’s attention from his notes for the first time in hours as you slide a paper plate stacked with pizza slices towards him.

“They were out of stir fry,” you say, “but they let me take extra pizza since they felt bad.”

Peter blinks, realizing his eyes are dry and achy. “When did you get this?”

“Just now,” you say, though it sounds like a question. Your brows twitch towards each other, somewhere between bemused and concerned. “Pete, I’ve been gone for like a half hour. You didn’t notice?”

Peter blinks again, hard. He gives his head a little shake. “No, I, uh…I guess I was too distracted. Thanks for the pizza.”

“Course.” You kiss the top of his head as you round the table, sitting down across from him with a couple slices of your own. Peter watches as you zone back into your work, a pensive frown coming to your face. You’re in the beginning stages of a new project, and the last few hours have been a frustrating cycle of erasing, sketching, and erasing again. Peter doesn’t get how you can even see through all the faded, half-removed lines on your page.

“How’s it going?” he asks, tentative.

Your frown worsens. “Not bad,” you say, in a tone that says not great, either. “I’ve landed on an idea, but it just…it doesn’t feel perfect. I don’t want to start and then have to change my mind again.”

“Didn’t you say that’s how it usually goes?” he prompts.

“Yeah,” you sigh, and you sound so upset about it that Peter has to—just has to—reach across the table and take your hand. You offer him a small smile and return the squeeze he gives your fingers.

“Want a break?” he asks you, and you raise your eyebrows.

“I just took my break,” you remind him.

It’s difficult to love someone and see them treat themselves how you treat yourself. Peter would count a run to the dining hall as a break, too, but he doesn’t like it when you do it. Still, that doesn’t give him a lot of ground for argument.

“Then can I see?” he tries, hoping talking it through will make you feel better.

You chew your lip for a second before nodding, going to slide your paper towards him.

“Nope, hold on.” Peter stands up on his seat, stepping one gangly leg and then the other over the table before lowering himself into the chair beside you. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, hugging you so that your face is squished against his bicep. “Better,” he says. “Go on.”

You laugh at his over-the-top affection, but don’t move away, going into the details of your original idea versus what you’ve come up with on paper. The abstract always falls short of the concrete, Peter knows that, and yet he feels your disappointment in your inability to fulfill the full scope of your vision acutely. You grow more animated as you talk, eventually bringing the paper closer and sketching while he watches. Peter suggests his own solutions as you work. They’re useless of course, but he knows that having a sounding board helps you think, so he’ll keep the conversation going any way he can. To your credit, you don’t tell him all the ways he’s wrong. You only hmm and huh and then do your idea anyway.

After a while, you come up with something you’re happier with. It’s still not perfect, but Peter reminds you again of your own tenets; that it never will be, and your only job is to do the best you can with what you have. You’re smiling by now, so it’s a win in his book.

“You gonna talk me through your biochem notes now?” you ask him cheerily.

“Aw, sweetheart.” He kisses the side of your head. “You’re a gem for offering, but we both know you’ll get a headache.”

“I’ll eat my pizza while you talk,” you propose, picking up a now cold slice of your dinner. “C’mon, it’s only fair.”

Peter grins at you, your face lined with tiredness and hand stained with silver pencil lead but eyes alight with that fizzy energy you get from creation. “Okay,” he concedes. “But when we go home, we’re watching the most mindless show we can find on TV.”

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patheticallyinfatuatedwithu · 1 year

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think again, kang haerin

kang haerin wanted all of your attention on her.

kang haerin never pegged herself to be the jealous type, knowing damn well that you, her girlfriend, would never do anything that might potentially hurt her or make her feel even the slightest of discomfort. you've always treated her like a queen (as you should) and made her feel at home.

so why is it that seeing your friend all over you made her feel discomfort? she knew you wouldn't cheat on her, never! so... why? throughout the whole day, your friend clung to you and never let go, blabbing about everything she could possibly think of and say while you looked at her with an unwavering smile written on your lips.

for the first time in your relationship, kang haerin felt uncomfortable. very uncomfortable.

your friend was born affectionate, so for you, her hugs, clinging onto your arm/whole body, kissing your cheek and squishing her cheek onto yours was normal, having been friends for 13 years. but it wasn't for kang haerin.

she didn't look like the girlfriend at all, and if someone who didn't know the three of you sets sight on this scene, they would immediately think that kang haerin was a third wheel.

your friend wasn't the girlfriend, it was her. so why weren't your attention on her?

haerin's eyes bore on the back of your head as your friend continued to blab on about her misfortunes when you were away, claiming that you were her lucky charm and that you should be together forever. you chuckled nervously as she leans in for a peck on your cheek, haerin's gaze contorting into that of a laser's.

"i'm sure it's just coincidental. there's no way i'm your lucky charm, that should be your boyfriend." you responded, not missing the way she stiffed. she shook her head, "nope! it's you." she quipped. "what about you?" she asked, "am i your lucky charm?"

now that struck a nerve in kang haerin that no one would want to struck. you were about to respond when haerin immediately grabbed your other arm and started to drag you away, but your friend had other plans. she kept her hold on you tight and pulled back, stopping haerin from dragging you any further.

you noticed the tense atmosphere between the two and the murderous aura that haerin emitted, deciding to meddle and releasing yourself from your friend's grasp. you didn't miss the way anger washed over your friend's face and a smirk to appear on haerin's.

taking that as the cue to pull you away, she dragged you away from your friend towards the back of some random store. you bit the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from smiling, knowing damn well what that was all about. but you decided to be a little bitch and pretend to not know what it was all about.

"haerin, what was that all about?" haerin looked at you with a blank stare in response. "nothing." you looked at her incredulously, "so you dragging me away from my friend who i haven't seen in years and glaring at me was nothing?"

she huffed and crossed her arms, "yes." you scoffed and pulled away from her grasp, a frown tugged at her lips. "well then, if you would excuse me, i need to get back to my friend who i haven't seen in years." haerin's frown deepened.

as you pretended to make your way back to your friend, you felt a tug on your sweater followed by a back hug from haerin. "don't go." she mumbled, voice muffled by your sweater. your smile was so big it started to hurt.

you turned around and reciprocated her hug, cooing as haerin shuffled and moved to bury her head in your neck. "don't go." she repeated. you nodded and kissed the top of her head, "i won't."

you felt her smile against your neck. "you should think again." she jutted her lips, "think what again?" you chuckled and she felt her heart doing backflips and splits having heard her favourite sound in the world. "you claiming you're not the jealous type." she hummed. "maybe i should." "you should."

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mushroommanstan · 1 year

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Creepy Tenko part 5

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A warm breeze hit you as the door to the Mexican-style café swung open, bringing with it an aroma of steaming plates and exotic spices. You smiled. You’ve always liked this place, so it’s all luck that your new friend would meet you here. Maybe Tenko will like it too! …When he decides to join you of course.

You didn’t mind leaving him in the car as he recuperated, him saying he’ll join you in just a sec, but you couldn’t help the doubt clouding your mind based on his tired appearance. You swear to god if he falls asleep in your car you’re actually gonna kill him.

“Hey! Over here!” A girl called, her wavy (obviously fake) blond hair bouncing with her enthusiastic motions. She was waving her arms around above her head like she was trying to get the attention of someone from space.

You walked over there, a few of her friends loudly guffawing at stupid internet memes. You swear to god even from that distance you could tell they were resembling a middle school cafeteria table.

None the less, you sat down, your comfy seat squishing under you as you lost yourself in the cafes natural atmosphere for just a moment. A moment that was interrupted by said girl tapping her nails on the counter obnoxiously, lips puckered as she pouted at you.

“Oh my gooood! What took you so long? We were like waiting for you for like forever!”

You chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah sorry, heh, I uh… got caught up. I actually-I hope you don’t mind brut I met this really cute guy and I invited him.”

Her expression dropped immediately. “Oh my god! Who is it? Is he hot?”

“He’s way hot. You actually might know him, he’s really cute but really shy and he loves Super Hero Advent-“

“Yeah yeah yeah” she interrupted, “but when do we get to meet him? I want him to be here when we talk about how you stood up t-“

“Oh there he is! Hey! We’re over here!” You called to your seemingly clueless new friend, his hood pulled over his head making him difficult to identify at first. But you’d recognize those ruby red eyes anywhere.

The moment everyone saw him, the men’s balls simultaneously disappeared and the woman’s smile dropped immediately. Dear god pleas me don’t let him be the guy you were talking about. There’s no way, right?

He formed a small smile when he saw you, making his way over to the table without taking his eyes off yours, and consequentially bumping into a few chairs and tables. He arrived, standing in front of you with his face still flushed from… actually you don’t think you’ve ever seen his face not flushed. Or, at least, not when he wasn’t looking at you. Cutie.

You got up, allowing him entrance to the booth and he sat down immediately, again not looking at where he was aiming and accidentally squishing his leg against the blonde next to him.

He mumbled a quick apology, again still looking at you, while you sat back down.

“Have you guys met Tenko before?”

All their faces were ghost pale. Any and all chatter between them stopped, replaced by rushed whispers and fleeting glances.

You looked behind yourself, then behind Tenko. “What?”

“N-nothing…” she gasped out, stuttering while looking at Tenko like he was holding her at gun point.

He scoffed, his face losing a little bit of its color as he was reminded of the situation he was in. He scoffed, pulling the hood further over his face, scratching his neck and picking up a menu.

The table was dead quiet apart from his scratching, the air so tense you could cut it with a knife. You sighed, looks like you’ll have to get the conversation going.

“So… what’re your guys thinking of getting?”

“A restraining order” one of them whispered.

“What?”

“Oh, uh… a hamburger…”

You snarked. “Uh, you do realize this is a Mexican place?”

The guy blinked in shock. “Oh, yeah, right.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking, returning to the menu in contemplation. “Hmm, yeah, I think I’ll have the chicken quesadilla. What’re you getting Ten?”

Ten? Did this girl seriously just call Shimura ‘Ten’? Did she have a death wish? What was happening?! God what the hells wrong with her?

Tenkos attention was brought back to you, the small smile returning to his face as he rested his chin on his hand. God you were beautiful. He can’t believe he just wasted precious viewing time over some stupid social anxiety. Those npcs can go fuck themselves, all eyes are on you.

He hummed, mimicking yours and stopped his scratching. His posture relaxed, a sight that made you feel more at ease as some of the crushing pressure was lifted.

“Yeah I don’t know. I’ve heard their shrimp enchiladas pretty good. Maybe we could share it? Something tells me you’ll be, uh, eating light.”

He gave you a knowing look, prompting you to smirk and jokingly slap his shoulder. The blonde girl flinched when you told him to shut up, backing away even more so from Tenko as if he was about to explode.

But instead he just laughed, a big, hearty laugh that broadened his horrific smile and made everyone at the table shiver. They’ve never seen him smile like that. What in the ever loving fuck was going on.

One of the guys cleared his throat, the shock fading and letting him remember himself. Whatever, he’s not s-scared of this weird assh-hole. If he thinks he can ruin everyone’s good time he’s got another thing coming.

He broadened his shoulders, straightening his back and puffing out his chest, composing himself. Seeing this the rest follow, their fear turning into annoyance and spite.

It’s obvious you don’t know who this guy really is. I mean, why else would you hang out with him?! They just need to get him to leave, you’ll thank them later.

“So… y/n, how long have you two… uh… known each other?” The blonde asked cautiously, eyes trained on Tenko, watching for any subtle movements.

“We’ve just met actually, we’ve maybe known each other for, what, a few days? But I’d say we’re still pretty good friends!”

Tenko turned to them, beaming. “Yeah! We’re friends!”

He stopped, face falling slightly in contemplation, a small moment that made everyone tense.

“I guess that makes you guys my friends to-“

“NO!” One of them blurted, almost as surprised as you were at what came out of their mouths. “N-no, no I d-dont think we’re friends.” The shrunk back further into their chair, trying to escape his shocked expression.

You glared at them like they’d just kicked a puppy.

“O-oh, yeah… right, yeah sorry, I uh… I got carried away.” Tenko laughed, hardly genuine. Both hands raised to his neck, scraping the skin harshly while the corners of his mouth twitched.

The sight pained you, and you felt the urge to embrace him in a big hug until he felt better. Instead, you rested your hand on his leg, causing his scratching to slow down as he was reminded of your presence. You smiled, helping him calm down as said hand raised to take his away from his neck.

But before you could the blonde took her drink and splashed it on him. He flinched, the ice falling down into his pants and causing him to yelp and scramble out of the booth.

“Whoops! Sorry, uh, there’s a bathroom over there. Better dry that off before it stains.”

Now, normally, Tenko wouldn’t give any shits about stains. But… this was his favorite hoodie. So he nodded, briskly walking to the bathroom as you stared in shock.

All of you waited until the door slammed shut and the lock clicked.

“What the hells the matter with you?!” You whisper yelled, fired up and ready to throw some hands if they don’t apologize.

“What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you? What the hell are you doing with fucking Shimura?”

You scoffed. “Relax, we’re just friends! God! What is he your ex or something?!”

She laughed mockingly, as if the very question was an insult.

“No he’s not my ex thank god! Do I look dead to you?”

“What?” The fuck did she mean by that?

“Listen. You have to get out of here. He’s dangerous. Cut off all contact with him and I’ll consider forgiving you for bringing that ‘thing’ to lunch. What, do you have a death wish? I-“

You interrupted her with your own mocking laugh. Tenko? Dangerous? Is she joking?

“Yeah, ok, he’s soooo dangerous. Seriously have you even met the guy?”

“HAVE YOU?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT HE-“

The door swung open and both of your mouths slammed shut. He sulked back to the table, his hoodie dry but not fully repaired. God, you hated how uncomfortable he looked.

Despite his previous seat, you instead offered yours, elbowing the blonde discreetly as you scooted down the booth. He took his seat silently, eyes facing the floor sadly.

You’d almost forgotten how uncomfortable they’d made him. It pissed you off, and you glared at them again. The blonde glared back, though you could see the way her eyes switched from you to Tenko nervously. You smirked.

“Hey Ten, earlier you were saying something about your new high score? How’d that happen?” You asked, his eyes lifting from his shoes to yours as he recalled the momentous occasion.

“O-oh, that, well… it’s not that big ‘a deal, you guys probably don’t wanna hear about it…” he mumbled, absentmindedly pushing around a dollop of salsa on his plate with a tortilla chip.

“Oh cmon, it’s a great story! I’d love to hear it again! I’m sure they’d love to hear it too! Wouldn’t you love to hear it?”

They said nothing.

“They’d love to hear it!”

Tenko took a sip of water, steeling his nerves, before he started mumbling the beginning of his tale. It took a bit, but with some encouraging nods and questions you were able to get him back to the way he was when you two were alone. Charming and enthusiastic, making sound effects and doing wild hand gestures as he lost himself in his own story.

You looked at him, hair bouncing, eyes bright without a care, a faint blush from excitement as he completely nerded out in-front of the bullies sitting with you, and you looked back at the girl in disbelief.

“Dangerous?” You mouthed sarcastically, looking at her like she said the dumbest thing ever. And she did, didn’t she? How could this little cinnamon roll hurt even a fly?

You could see she was starting to understand, they all were, that he wasn’t some serial killer and instead just a nerdy, special little guy. Finally, finally they relaxed, even going as far as to meekly ask small questions to which he happily answered.

By some miracle, the atmosphere changed, and soon everyone was engaging with him in his rants, laughing and smiling like they had forgotten all previous fears. Now you would never be able to tell that only just minutes ago were they cowering in fear over this goofball, finally letting go and seeing him for what he is, just a funny lil guy.

Tenko held back tears of happiness, so much positive attention overstimulating him in the best ways possible. He looked into their eyes and they looked back, this time without fear, and he had never thought of such a good feeling.

For once in his life, he felt accepted, and he never realized until then how much he yearned for this.

So of course something has to come along and ruin this happy moment. That something being, three masked men with guns rushing into the cafe.

“NOBODY MOVE! THIS IS A ROBBERY!!!”

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Bum bum bum, suspenseful music cue. You’ll have to wait a while till the next one probably.

Alright so I’m gonna level with y’all, this is not proof-read (like usual) because it has been sitting in my drafts for so long and I just wanna get it done… hope you guys like it, really sorry for the long wait

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Every Rose Has It's Thorns - Part Three

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc (Talia)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, betrayal.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. Not that it is any easier for the soulmate in question. Thus is the fate for Ricky and Talia. Sooner or later, however, life is bound to collide, but what will happen when it does?

author’s note: Unbetaed, and oh the drama.

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @jordynyingling0219 @faceless-mirror @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747 Tags are open, feel free to ask to be added.

It was a blur, between what happened in the VIP and the concert, but they were pulled back afterwards to the greenroom right after. She didn’t know if usually the guys would have hung around more like she’d sometimes seen them do, or if the revelation during the VIP had changed everything for the night, but she was willing to bet it was the latter, but she was pulled along, unwillingly, with her bestfriends, towards the greenroom where the band was. Where Ricky was. Where Vinny was.

Ava was holding her hand in a grip that threatened to rip her fingers off.

Talia knew she was nervous, probably for more than one reason, ever since they’d left VIP before the concert started, even over the music, between each song, every moment, every chance she got.. Even when Talia told her not to, even when the boys had told her not to.. Ava had tried to apologize. Apologize for meeting her soulmate. Apologize for finding her soulmate when they were here for Talia, when they were here for Ricky, when Talia had pointed out time and time again, Ricky didn’t want her. He was with someone else.

Before they came to the greenroom though, she’d stopped Ava, and made her turn to her, held her face in her hands,

“Look at me, Vinny is your soulmate. This is your night, be happy, okay? I am. I am so happy for you.”

Her heart was being torn out, but she was happy. She was fucking happy to see her friend finally happy to have found her soulmate. She’d been dreaming about this forever, and Vinny, he was a cheeky fucker from his streams, even if that was all she knew of him. Who knew what he was really like, she hoped he’d look after her girl, if not she’d stomp him.

Talia sighed as Ava wrapped her arms around her in a bone crushing hug, sighing heavily,

“You know, I’m never going to like Ricky’s girlfriend right? Even if she turns out to be the nicest person in the world. She is enemy number one, soulmate stealer, best friend prerogative, you can’t tell me know I will not hear it, so shut up and not another word out of you this time Missy.”

Her laughter was smothered by Ava’s arms crushing her a little more as she squeezed her a little tighter as she spoke.

“Far as I’m concerned, she's a soulmate stealing hussy, end of story.”

Talia didn’t know what she had done in her life to have friends like hers, but she must have done something practically saintly. Before she knew it, she had Kyle and Jordan wrapping their arms around her too, and the four of them were all squished together in a knot of limbs. Of course, this would be the absolutely perfect moment for the greenroom door to open with Vinny, looking like a sweaty mess from the show, with his wild hair, smeared black paint all over him. His grin was so bright as he saw them,

“Well this looks like a party, can I get in on it?”

“Oh, hell no, I’m not getting all that black paint all over me buddy. I’ll stick to my boyfriend.”

Kyle laughed as he let go of the girls as he leaned back into Jordan’s arms however, but smirking,

“Sure Ava might not mind though.”

“Shut up.”

Ava in question blushed as she elbowed Kyle in the stomach earning a massive grunt from him and a laugh from Talia as she hung back adjusting her jacket, a little nervously as she looked at the way Vinny was looking right to Ava before they made their way in. Kyle and Jordan had already tried to get out of joining them in the greenroom, offering to take an uber back and just let the girls stay, but Talia had threatened both of them outright, that if they abandoned her here with Ava alone, she’d tattoo both their foreheads in their sleep. She didn’t want to leave Ava alone, but she was not about to be left awkwardly in Ricky proximity either, so they were here, even if she had to hold them hostage with threat of permanent inked embarrassing tattoos.

Ricky smiled as the new people came in following Vinny, not that surprised that his soulmate’s friends stuck around. He was going to bag on him that his soulmate was a fan forever now, the amount of times they’d joked about dating fans before and now here they were, his soulmate, sucker.

He remembered the day he’d helped Vinny design his personal logo for his site using his soulmate tattoo as inspiration. The idea had been that Vinny could use it to, well, not trick people, but after years of being in the band himself and having to deal with people trying to pass them off as his soulmate, Ricky knew how that felt. With people thinking the logo that Ricky had designed was Vinny’s mark, and had some elements enough that some people actually assumed that got quick almost glances, it made weeding out those faking soulmate tattoos so much easier.

Ava having Vinny’s real soulmate mark was beyond obvious. She was the first person that had ever turned up with the original mark, the only person.

Once they were all in the greenroom, Vinny was moving to sit with Ava, she was smiling, looking just amazed at the sight of him, and it made Talia smile. Sighing, she moved over to the side of the room trying to keep her distance from where Ricky was as she saw his girlfriend come in and hand him a bottle of water. The other guys were here too, Chris, Justin, Ryan, all hanging out, cleaning up.. Taking their makeup off while everyone was talking back and forth.

“I can’t believe I’ve finally found you.”

Vinny grinning as he leaned closer to Ava. Justin threw him some wipes to get him started on removing the black paint already, Vinny probably had a process.. Ava grabbed for them before Vinny did, and started cleaning from one of his arms. Probably took forever to get all of that off with just the wipes, he probably wasn’t cleaning up properly just to stay here with Ava. It hurt, knowing he was going out of his way to stay with her. She was doing everything she could not to look towards Ricky.

“I’m sorry it took so long, might have happened sooner, we used to come to so many concerts, stopped years ago when Talia stopped wanting to meet Ricky, I mean it's kind of fate right, best friend soulmates, me with you, her with him.”

Her giggle was silly, and Talia prayed the others weren’t listening, that too many people were talking for anyone to be paying attention, but she wasn’t so lucky. Vinny and Ava were the star attraction in the room, the prize of the night, and everyone was noticing, and Ricky scoffed as his girlfriend glanced around, before her gaze falling on Talia, obviously assuming, correctly, that Ava meant her, and glared.

“Ava, no offence, but that is ridiculous, I can’t have two soulmates. Grace here is my soulmate.”

Squeezing his girlfriend to his side with a smile.

With that, there is sort of an awkward quiet in the room, Talia feeling eyes drawn to her, and she just wanted to disappear. The eyes, drawn right to her neck, and she desperately wished she hadn’t worn her hair pulled back today, leaving her rose tattoo soulmate tattoo so clearly visible for everyone to see in the room. She turned her head to try and keep people from staring at her, staring at it. Not that it wasn’t clearly visible on another person in the room, another two people it would seem.. She could clearly see the same tattoo on Ricky’s girlfriend’s neck too. Grace.

The soulmate stealing hussy, as Ava considered her.

After a few moments, Vinny let out an awkward little chuckle, grabbing at another makeup wipe from the packet that Justin had given him.

“You know, I saw something a couple weeks ago, really odd, and boy did it freak me out because I had no idea whether I should even say anything.. I mean.. Plenty of people have normal relationships without any soulmate marks you know. But I mean, with everything happening tonight I figure it’s pretty much a sign right, so here we go-”

While it looked like he was going to use the wipe on his own makeup, instead he reached and was wiping it across the tattoo on Grace’s neck.

“Hey!”

He swiped quickly and she tried to pull away but it was too late, the image on her skin was starting to smudge, whatever she used to seal the image could only work so long, and had probably been working for hours possibly. Oh shit.

“Gracie?”

Rick was looking at his girlfriend, confused, before tension came off of him in waves as she pushed Vin back, and Ava pulled him out of her way, her arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind, practically protecting him from her onslaught as she shoved him.

“Hey, don’t push him, bitch!”

“Ava, don’t!”

Grace turned to glare again at Talia the moment she spoke up. She’d done so without thinking, not wanting Ava to get in the middle of this mess, not wanting her friend to get involved with whatever was going to happen between Ricky and his girlfriend. It was bad enough that she’d be exposed, Talia hadn’t known she’d been faking being his soulmate. All she’d known was that they’d been dating, Ricky had never said anything about their soulmate status on his socials with the band, not that she followed him as intensely as she used to, it was too painful. The thought that she’d been tricking him this whole time. That was horrible.

“Ava, don’t!, please, like I’m the only person that's faked being a soulmate, bet you are too, go on.”

Grabbing another of the wipes she threw it at Talia,

“Go on, use it.”

Talia steeled herself, she was used to people treating her like crap because of her soulmate tattoo, thinking it was fake, thinking she was insane in assuming that her soulmate was Ricky Olson. Sure, her parents had never questioned what her soulmate tattoo was, just that she was so sure who it was leading it to. This wasn’t the first time she’d been challenged to prove that it was a real mark, and she hadn’t faked it when she first turned eighteen.

“Fine. How long did you think you could pull this off for anyway? I mean, you’ve been at this for, what, years, right? And it’s still fake? Why not just get a real tattoo and not get caught out?”

Talia lifted the wipe to her neck and viciously wiped at her skin and not only did the mark not smudge, but her own skin, stung a little from how hard she’d rubbed at the mark, and she flinched,

“Careful, T, don’t hurt yourself.”

Kyle said quietly, as he moved over towards her, always the one to take care of the others, not that Talia herself dealt with enough wound care of her own when it came to her clients and tattoos. He just was far more adept considering he worked at the hospital.

“I hate tattoos, besides, I’m not as insane as you to actually get a fake soulmate tattoo, freak.”

“That’s enough. Grace, let’s go, we need to talk.”

Rick didn't sound happy. Talia swallowed as she pressed herself back against the wall, watching him, Grace wasn’t the only one that glared at her this time, only, it was Rick’s glare that pierced right through her heart, that hurt so much worse than his treacherous girlfriend’s. He wasn’t just indifferent to her because he didn’t know her anymore, he hated her. She knew coming tonight would be a mistake, she knew trying to meet him ever again would just be a mistake.

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year

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hotchniss fluff!

i can’t stop imagining emily holding aaron’s face between her hands and smothering him with kisses all over it🥹

hiiiii

so this kind of fits the prompt, face squishing included, and I hope you like it!

-x-

Love Drunk

Emily breaks a tooth and Aaron looks after her once she's had it removed.

Words: 2k

Warnings: Mentions of dentistry

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She blames Dave from the start.

It happens at family pasta night, a regular occurrence with the team since Emily’s return from Paris. Aaron couldn’t help but feel like an exhibit at a zoo at them ever since the team found out about his and Emily’s relationship, the way they were around each other outside of work a curiosity to their friends.

On one level, he couldn’t blame them. They made each other softer, he knew that. Their rough edges eroding away at each other, smoothing down all of the things they had endured over the years. It made them affectionate, always seeking the other out, her hand reaching for his and his chest pressed against her back. They exchanged soft kisses every now and again, a subtle reminder that they were together, that they had survived to make it to this.

He understood his friends' curiosity, the difference between Hotch and Prentiss and Emily and Aaron was stark, but he would like to eventually be able to kiss his girlfriend around them without being smirked at.

Aaron has his arm slung over her shoulder, keeping close as the team all spoke about their weekend plans as they stood at Dave’s kitchen counter whilst he cooked dinner for them. Emily laughs at Derek, her sarcastic response to his comment said around a nut she’d popped in her mouth, helping herself to the snacks Dave had put out to keep them happy.

She gasps, her hand flying to her jaw, “Motherfucker.”

“No cursing in front of the kid, Prentiss,” Dave replies, smiling at her as he tilts his head towards Spencer, who sighs deeply.

“How many times do I have to tell you I’m 30?” He asks, sounding defeated, his sigh only deepening as Derek and JJ both pat him on the shoulder, barely covering their laughter.

Aaron turns Emily in his arms and looks at her, his concern deepening as she seems to press her hand a little firmer into her jaw, “Are you ok, sweetheart?”

“I think I cracked a tooth,” she replies, using her tongue to press into the tooth in question before she places her thumb and forefinger in the back of her mouth, grimacing as she pulls out a sliver of tooth, “God fucking damn it.”

He winces on her behalf and cups her jaw, rubbing his thumb delicately over where she’d been touching it moments before, “Does it hurt?”

She shakes her head, “Not really, not yet anyway,” she turns to Dave and narrows her eyes at him, “This is your fault.”

“My fault?” He asks, raising his eyebrow at her, “You’re the one who was eating all the snacks.”

“Because you’re taking forever to cook, as usual,” she complains, groaning as she absentmindedly rubs at her jaw, easing an ache that hadn’t appeared yet, “I hate the dentist.”

“Everyone hates the dentist, peaches,” Penelope says sympathetically as she rubs her back.

“Actually, approximately 36% of people fear the dentist, which means 64%...” Spencer drifts off as Emily glares at him, and he clears his throat before sipping his wine, “Never mind.”

“Do you want to go home, Em?” Aaron asks softly, drawing her attention back towards him. He places his hand on her waist, his thumb tracing small circles just below her ribcage, and she smiles, gently shaking her head at him.

“It’s ok, I won’t be able to see a dentist until Monday at the earliest anyway, might as well stay and have some fun.”

Aaron frowns, his concern flickering again as he intently looks at her face for any sign that she was playing the situation down. It wasn’t unusual for her to do that, to minimise her pain, especially since Paris, and he no longer wanted to be someone she did that in front of.

“Are you sure?”

She nods and leans forward, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “I’m sure.”

“Emily can just stick to a liquid diet,” Dave cuts in, pushing a bottle of wine closer to her, “It won’t be the first time.”

She narrows her eyes at him, “Shut the fuck up, Dave.”

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“Mr Hotchner?”

He looks up from the floor, his eyes fixed on it since Emily had been taken in for her procedure, and he meets the eyes of the dental nurse who had met them when they arrived. He stands up, clearing his throat as he does so, pushing down anxiety that made him feel a little ridiculous.

She’d survived much worse than a tooth extraction, he knew that. She’d battled monsters by herself and by his side for years and come out the other side, but he hated seeing her in any pain at all, even something relatively minor in comparison. It always made him think of when he’d visited her in the hospital before she was moved to Bethesda. He was still wearing his suit from her funeral. She was awake, but groggy, and had since told him she’d convinced herself she’d dreamt that he’d come to see her.

“Is she ok?” He asks, and the dental nurse smiles kindly at him, nodding before she responds.

“Everything went to plan and you can take her home,” she confirms, tilting her head towards the room Emily was in as they walk to it together. She hands him a slip of paper, the aftercare instructions he’d already memorised printed out for him, “She’ll need to keep the gauze she has in there for a few hours but then you can change it. Soft foods for the first couple of days and regular painkillers and she’ll be fine in just a few days. She’s…” the nurse drifts off and clears her throat, “Taken well to the medication.”

He frowns, wondering what that might mean, but nods, “Thank you,” he replies, folding up the piece of paper and slipping it into his pocket. The nurse opens the door to the room Emily is in, and the relief Aaron feels is palpable when he spots his girlfriend.

She turns to look at him, her smile wide and half her face swollen, her eyes clearly dazed even from across the room, “Aaron!”

He clears his throat to cover a laugh at her enthusiasm, her words muffled by the gauze stuffed in her mouth.

“Hi sweetheart,” he says crossing the room to press a kiss to her good cheek, “How are you feeling?”

“I am so good,” she replies, the words mixing together. “I missed you.”

He does chuckle this time, and he sits next to her on the gurney she’s sitting up on. She rests her head against his shoulder and sighs. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, giving himself a moment to breathe in the scent of her, the comforting smell of her shampoo, as the final bit of tension in his chest eases.

“I missed you too,” he says, pulling back to look at her, “How is the pain?”

“It’s ok,” she replies, shrugging half-heartedly. She grabs his face, squishing his cheeks together as she smiles at him, “You’re so handsome,” she turns to the nurse and looks at her, “Didn’t I say he’s handsome, Lindsey?”

Aaron looks at the nurse, who was apparently called Lindsey, his face in his girlfriend's grip, which was still surprisingly strong given how high she clearly was on pain medication. Lindsey smiles before she presses her lips together in a blatant attempt not to laugh and to maintain her professional integrity, and suddenly he realises what she had meant about Emily’s reaction to the medication. He can’t help but wonder what else Emily had said in the time she’d been in observation, but if high on pain medication Emily was anything like drunk Emily, he’s sure he, and their sex life, featured heavily.

“He’s very handsome, Emily,” she replies placatingly.

“Right? And he’s all mine,” she says moving his face side to side, “And like I told you, he’s fucking excellent in bed. Or on the couch. Or his-”

“Ok,” he says cutting her off, finally able to get her hand off his face, linking his fingers with hers and squeezing tightly, “Let's get you home, sweetheart.”

He stands up first and offers his hand to her, grateful when she takes it without argument. Even with his support, her footing is still a little unsteady as she stands, and she leans into his side.

“Here is her medication, and some spare gauze,” Lindsey says, handing over a small paper bag to Aaron who takes it gratefully.

“Thank you so much.”

Lindsey nods and opens the door, allowing Aaron to guide Emily through it before she follows them out, “If you have any questions don’t hesitate to call.”

He nods in response, but most of his focus is on getting Emily to walk in a straight line out of the dentist's office and into the parking lot. He helps her into his car, checking she’s buckled her seatbelt properly as he would usually do for Jack before he climbs into the driver's side.

“I’m going to have to change dentist,” she mutters, her head resting against the window.

He looks curiously at her, “Why’s that, baby?”

“Lindsey has a crush on you.”

He’s sure if she didn’t have half her mouth full of gauze and a significant amount of pain medication in her system that she would have sounded jealous, maybe even intimidating, but it just comes across as adorable - something he wouldn’t dare to say outloud even now.

He shakes his head and laughs, “Do you think that’s maybe because you kept talking about how good our sex life is?”

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“I’m hungry.”

Aaron kisses her forehead before he slips out from under her to get her a snack. As soon as they’d got home from the dentist she’d wanted to nap, something he happily encouraged, and he sat on the couch with her head in his lap as she slept.

“Anything you want in particular?” He asks as he walks towards the kitchen, smiling at her as she sits up, “Nuts, maybe?”

She glares at him, although it’s somewhat diminished by the swelling on one side of her face, “Not funny.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he replies, “Yoghurt or apple sauce.”

She seems to contemplate it for a moment, “Apple sauce.”

He gets her snack as requested and walks back to the couch. He sits next to her and tears the lid off of the snack before getting a spoonful of it and offering it to her. She looks at him, her response silent, nothing more than a raised eyebrow that lets him know if he even tried to feed her she’d kill him, and he clears his throat, passing over the spoon and the apple sauce.

“Sorry,” he says, smiling fondly at her, watching as she grimaces whilst she eats, “So, I’ve got to ask, what’s your plan for getting revenge on Dave?”

Even though he knew, logically, it was bad luck more than anything that had led to Emily’s tooth cracking, he knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t let Dave forget that it happened. That her not-so-veiled threats to get revenge as they left his house the other night would come to something.

“Oh, it’s already in motion, honey,” she replies nonchalantly, taking another mouthful of apple sauce.

He narrows his eyes slightly, humming before he responds, “Do I want to know?”

She smiles devilishly at him, lopsided from the local anaesthetic she’d been given, convincing him even further that it was likely best he didn’t find out.

“Well let's just say,” she says, brandishing her spoon around, “He won’t need to take anywhere near as long to cook in future.”

Aaron watches her for a few seconds, wondering if she was going to divulge any more details, and when she doesn’t he sighs and places his hand on her thigh.

“I can’t believe I’m going to ask this, but what did you do?”

Her eyes sparkle, and he’s sure he has never been more in love with her, “I bought him Italian Cooking Lessons for Beginners.”

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The greatest thing that I have achieved 10/10

A/N: This is the last chapter of this story and I want to say thank you to everyone who’s liked and read this silly little story of mine, it means more than any of you know!

Chapter title: Forever my love Summary: After Haley’s death, Aaron isn’t sure how to move on from the grief. Then one night, months later he finds himself falling into bed with Emily, his best friend and that changes everything. Word Count: 2,4k Rating: Explicit Warnings for this chapter: Grief, feelings, fluff, so much fluff that your teeth may rott

Coming home from the hospital had been an easier transition than Emily had thought. She watched as Jack looked at his baby sister with awe, her heart close to breaking with love as Aaron carefully sits beside him on the couch and then hands the baby to Jack. She hides her tears of joy when Jack looks at the baby with something close to adoration and when Aaron looks up at her she can see the same look on his face, the resemblance between father and son uncanny.

It’s a few days of getting used to an infant, of never really feeling complete unless she had Ally in her arms, even between diapers and cries and exhaustion, all Emily can feel is blessed.

Aaron was much of the same, the moment he came home from work he’d split his time between Jack and Ally, careful not to make Jack feel forgotten but also knowing that Emily needed a few moments to herself, something he happily gave her as he held his daughter.

“I want to marry you.” He mumbles quietly against the back of her ear as he holds her from behind one night and he feels her tense.

“Excuse me?” She puts the knife down that she had used to cut up a cucumber and turns in his arms, not trusting her own ears.

“I want to marry you.” He says it again, like this wasn’t something huge to him, like they had discussed it one hundred times before.

“Right now?” She chuckles, the sound catching in her throat as she does.

“No, not right now.” He kisses her softly and she stares at him, stuck somewhere between shock and exhilarated. “But one day, I want to marry you.”

“If this is you proposing you really could have chosen a better time.” Her smile widens as her arms wrap around his neck.

“When I propose you’ll know it. And it won’t be in our kitchen, with our two week old’s spit up on your shirt.” He kisses her forehead and squeezes her waist before stepping back, giving her some space. “But I wanted you to know.”

Emily just barely contains herself as she pulls him back with a firm grip on his tie and kisses him, swallowing his low groan before they hear Jack running down the stairs and they break apart.

When their eyes meet across the table later that night, Jack’s excited chatter filling the house with sound, Emily can’t help but to grin at him, at the future they were building.

“I can’t believe she’s been here a month already.” Aaron says as he watches his daughter sleep on his chest, her face squished into him as Emily got a much needed break.

“I can’t believe how hot you look right now.” She smiles back as she dries her hair with a towel, her eyes moving over him as he lays in nothing but black sweatpants on their bed.

“Behave.” He winks at her and chuckles when she rolls her eyes. “When are the girls coming over?”

“In a couple of hours.” Emily walks towards the dresser and pulls out jeans and throws them on the bed, then pulls out a top that she wasn’t sure would fit her. She sighed and got another shirt from the drawer, studying the material in her hands. She can feel Aaron’s eyes on her as she moves through the room, keeping the towel around her carefully. She still hadn’t adjusted to the way her body had changed, was repeatedly reminded by him that it’s been four weeks, she wasn’t supposed to look like she did before. She appreciated that he would hold her close, show her affection in every way he could without her having to say anything, the way her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she looked at herself more than enough for him to know exactly what she was thinking. She wasn’t used to not feeling sexy, her sexuality had always come easy to her, but feeling undesirable was a new kind of anxiety, and Aaron did everything he could to make that feeling go away.

“They won’t care what you wear honey, they’ll just be happy to see you.” Like he’s read her thoughts he breaks her out of them and she smiles.

“I know.” She leans down to kiss him, lingers longer than she probably should but just enjoyed the feeling of his lips against hers before straightening. “You’re too good to me.”

“Em,” He catches her hand, his touch warm and soothing. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, you’re the woman that brought Ally here, safe and sound, please don’t sell yourself short.”

She bites her bottom lip to keep from smiling too big, lets him pull her into another kiss for a moment before the baby on his chest starts stirring and then cry.

“She’s such a buzzkill.” Emily jokes but there’s nothing but gentle love in her voice as she picks up the infant, ready to feed her. “Come on Peanut, let’s get you fed and dressed and then you’re joining your first girl’s night.”

“So how’s my goddaughter?” Derek asks, smile wide like every other time he mentioned Ally. Which was often, never letting anybody forget that they had chosen him to be her godfather.

“She’s enjoying her first girl’s night and being smothered by love from JJ and Garcia I’m sure.” Aaron saw the way the men were looking at him, all smiles and gentle eyes and he knew that they were all thinking the same thing.

“Knocking Emily up really was the best thing that could have happened.”

“Dave!” He exclaimed as Derek started to laugh while Spencer only shook his head at the older man.

“What? You got a beautiful baby girl, our family expanded and you finally admitted to being in love with each other.” Dave winked as he met Aaron’s eye. “All good things.”

“I’ll cheer to that.” Spencer added lifting his glass in a toast and effectively ending the conversation.

Emily watches as Penelope holds the baby in her arms, her heart aching with love for her daughter and her friends. She knew that she wouldn’t have been able to get through the pregnancy without them, without their endless support and encouragement, knew that when she refused to see what they already saw, they would nudge her in the right direction.

“She really looks just like you Em.” JJ said as she looked from Ally to Emily. “How are you feeling?”

“Besides my aching boobs, nonexistent sleep and the fact that I can’t have sex with my gorgeous man I’m good.” She chuckled and JJ gave her a knowing look. “I’m… I’m just really happy.” She felt her cheeks tint pink at the admission.

“You look happy.” Penelope added “Like the kind of happy I’ve never seen you, like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

“Don’t start you’ll make me cry, hormones are a bitch.” She joked but they all knew that Penelope was right. It had been close to two years since George Foyet, almost two years since Haley was taken from them but somehow they had survived. They were happy, something Emily at one point wasn’t possible, especially for Aaron.

“Fine, no crying unless it’s Ally. This is her first girl’s night after all.” JJ eased the tiny baby from the other blonde. “My turn.” She argued before Penelope had a chance to say anything. “I still remember Henry being this size, it’s crazy. He asked when he can see Ally, I think he’s excited about not being the youngest anymore.”

“We’ll set that up soon for sure.” Emily’s eyes fastened on her daughter, this tiny life already having an army around her, something she never had as a child. They fell silent for a few moments, all looking at Ally rested peacefully in JJ’s arms.

“When are you having another one?” Penelope’s teasing tone broke the silence and Emily snorted.

“Slow down Pen.”

Aaron comes home from the office earlier than usual but still late enough to know that Jack would be asleep and he closes the door softly behind him. He’s unsurprised to find the lights low, Emily having taken to staying upstairs in the nursey or in their bedroom after Jack had gone to sleep, in case he needed her.

He finds her in the rocking chair, Ally asleep against her, the two month old blissfully relaxed in her mother’s arms.

“Hi honey.” She smiles softly at the sight of him and when he walks the short distance to lean down and kiss her, she hums against his lips.

“I missed you today.” He whispers and places a gentle kiss against the top of Ally’s head. “Why haven’t you put her down? She’s been fussy?”

“A little, but I was just about to when I heard you coming home.” She stood up and eased the baby into his arms. “Is it okay if I shower?”

“Of course sweetheart.” He kisses her forehead, more than content to spend some time with the baby after being away for the whole day. He watches as she gives him a grateful smile and leaves and he sits down in the rocking chair. Ally lets out a little sigh, her tiny fists gripping his tie for a moment before she relaxes against him.

“I’m going to tell you a story, a story about a woman named Haley…” He whispered and he was sure he saw the baby smile.

When Emily comes out of the shower Aaron is on the bed, Ally asleep in the crib next to it. He had changed out of his suit, leaning back against the headboard in boxers and a shirt and Emily feels her heart skip a beat at the sight of him. Then she noticed the picture frame in his hands. She quickly grabbed one of his old shirts and underwear before sitting beside him on the bed.

“You okay, honey?” She asked as she looked down at the picture he was holding. It was the same picture she had seen Jack holding all those months ago.

“Yeah,” He breathed and when he looked back at her he smiled, something he still so rarely did when talking about Haley. “I just, I never thought we’d get here. Never thought it would be possible to feel okay in a world where she didn’t exist.”

“It’s okay to not feel okay though.” Emily kissed his temple and let him pull her closer.

“But I do feel okay, I hate what Foyet did, that won’t change. But you carried me through, and so did Jack and now Ally. You’re my life and as much as I will always miss her, you make me so happy.” He spoke softly as he looked down at the picture again before placing it on the nightstand. “I never thought I’d get to this point in my life. And I know that I have you to thank for everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me honey, I loved you. I loved you before and I loved you after.” She brushed his dark hair off his forehead, raked her nails gently through it and he smiled at the gesture.

“I love you too.” He kissed her softly, enjoyed the feel of her soft body against him for a moment. “Can you come with me to her grave tomorrow?”

“You’ve never brought me along.” She was surprised, she knew that he went to Haley’s grave, knew that he always wrote a letter to her and would take Jack with him but he had never asked her to go. She hadn’t thought twice about that, she understood that it was something for him, his grief something she only had seen parts off.

“I know, but I want you to come, if you are comfortable with that.”

“Of course I’ll come.” She didn’t need to think about it, stamped another kiss to his lips for good measure. “You need to check with Jack though.”

“Who do you think asked why you haven’t been? And he wants Ally to meet her.”

“I swear that kid wants to break my heart.” Emily smiled into his neck when he chuckled at her words. “We’ll go, all of us.”

“Thank you.” He held her closer, inhaled the smell of Emily, of home. He knew that they had made it, even after what life had thrown at them, they had made it. And he couldn’t be happier.

Haley,

I’m standing by your gravestone today holding my daughter, holding this precious thing in my arms and as much as I miss you, I can’t lie and say that I’m not happy. I don’t think I’ll ever fully accept the way you had to leave us, accept the fact that you’re gone because of me. Emily would tell me that it’s not my fault if she read this letter, but I know that I’ll never fully believe that.

You left us and for a long time there was a hole inside of me, cracks and tears that I thought I’d be forced to live with until my last breath. But Emily was there, unwavering, loving, and now she’s brought my second child into this world and I’m healing. I will always wish you were here, that won’t go away no matter how much time passes. But I’m living, Jack is living, we’re making a life for ourselves, a life I know you’d want for us.

Emily is the reason for that, I swear Haley she’s the strongest person I’ve ever met besides you and I can’t shake the feeling of reassurance, of being so sure about someone that my heart sometimes aches with it.

Ally is doing good, a mama’s girl through and through but Jack was the first to make her smile and he won’t let us hear the end of it, refusing to believe it’s gas and everything to do with how funny he is. He’s your boy Haley, he has so much of you inside of him and he doesn’t even realize. Emily cares for him, she loves him so much and I feel confident in saying that you’d feel okay with her raising him.

We’re happy, we’re living, we’re doing good.

We love you Haley, I know that you’re watching over us.

Thank you for that, with all our love,

Aaron, Jack, Ally & Emily

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Sweet Escape | Part 2

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

LINK FOR PART 1

While hanging out with your best friends —Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington — during their shift at Family Video, you’re good friend and local drug dealer, Eddie Munson calls the video store trying to get a hold of you to try and new strain he was looking to sell. Intoxicated thoughts lead you to make a move on Eddie and cause you to panic, scared it’ll ruin the friendship forever.

genre - eddie munson x reader | friends to lovers

word count - 7821

warnings - explicit language / smut smut smut / use of marijuana/ drinking /use of cocaine / Angsty eddie / high school fights / slut shaming

Part 2

-•-

You were walking up to a house party with Steve and Robin a week after what happened between you and Steve in the parking lot. As promised between the two of you, nothing changed.

After you both finished, you looked at each other and started laughing, laughing as hard as you could. You were both in awe of what the two of you did with each other and promised to never tell a soul... not even Robin.

You were nervous as fuck for this party, you knew Eddie and the rest of the Hellfire Club were going to be there. You wanted to have fun tonight but you were also worried about Mike and Dustin... this was their first ever high school party. Their freshman, and easy targets, you were going to do whatever it takes to help them out.

As soon as you all walked in, you walked toward Mike and Dustin, Steve and Robin following close behind you "Hey." you smiled at them when you found them

"Y/n! You're here!" Dustin smiled

"And you're actually talking to us." Mike added on

"I know, guys I'm sorry. The past few weeks have been absolutely-"

"Crazy? We know. It's okay." Dustin interjected "We're just glad you're okay."

You smiled at him, squishing his cheeks together and doing the same to Mike "My two little bros."

"Y/n stop!" they both groaned

"Hey," Eddie said, walking up to you.

"Hey..." you said softly, letting go of Mike and Dustin. You didn't know what to say and neither did he. It was so awkward that it made Robin ten times more uncomfortable then usual.

"So um... look after these two, alright? I'll be with Steve and Robin all night so just... let me know if you need anything." you said before walking off pulling Steve and Robin with you.

You didn't even give him a chance to say anything.

Eddie sighed as Gareth and Jeff joined the group, Jeff put his arm around Eddie's shoulders, shaking him slightly "Come on dungeon master, this is a fucking party! No sad faces! Tonight is nothing but good energy."

Eddie glared at him "No good energy from me, thank you." he looked across the room and saw that cheerleader he brought home.

"How'd it go by the way Ed's?" Gareth asked

"Yeah! You never told us!" Dustin smiled.

"First off, I'm not telling you or wheeler about my love life and what I do to chicks when we're alone, second, nothing fucking happened."

Gareth stared at him dumbfounded "What to do you mean nothing happened?"

"I brought her back home and we kept making out but I couldn't do anything with her man. I tried but I fucking couldn't. Y/n is literally all I can think about and it's driving me insane." he huffed. He looked over to the kitchen to see people pouring themselves shots. Eddie patted Gareths shoulder "Shots are fucking calling my friend, onward."

You were dancing and drinking with Steve as Robin watched the two of you, shaking her head "I love baby sitting."

Steve smiled at you as he spun you. "Hey, you're pretty good." he laughed, continuing to dance with you.

"It's not just me, I have a good partner." you smiled with him. "I'm going to go for a smoke break, force Robin to have some fun with you on the dance floor." You laughed and made your way to the backyard.

You watched as Steve pulled Robin to dance with him and her profusely declining. She wasn't one to do anything in front of strangers who could judge her at any moment but you could see her anxiety melt away when Steve started dancing and making a fool out of himself to make her laugh.

You walked outside to see a hammock in the backyard. You sat down in it while lighting a cigarette you pulled out from your pack. The sliding door opened and you look up to see Chrissy Cunningham standing at the doorway "Hey Chris." You smiled at her, waving her over to come sit with you.

"Hi Y/n.” she smiled and sat next to you.

You instantly apologized about the smoke and put out your cigarette. "What's up buttercup?" you asked sweetly "Enjoying the party?"

"No I needed a breather, that's why I'm out here."

"Oh is everything okay?" You asked, concerned if someone said or did something to her while she was partying.

"Yeah everything's great with me... It's just a girl on the cheer squad is totally crazy for this guy that goes to our school and he hasn't called her back since they went out last week... she saw him here and now she's a sobbing mess. Of course, the whole squad went to cheer her up so I had to help as well... it's not how I wanted to spend the party. No offence to her of course, I hope she feels better but I wanted to have fun."

You chuckled lowly "Yeah well, I'm glad you were able to escape. Who's the guys she's so upset over anyway?”

Chrissy hesitated to answer "Eddie Munson..."

Your heart dropped "Oh."

Chrissy stayed quiet before continuing slowly "Apparently they were going to hookup last week, he took her to his trailer and they didn't end up doing anything."

Your eyes widened and you looked at Chrissy "Wait what?"

"Yeah, apparently Eddie took her back to the trailer, kept kissing her but as soon as she went to touch him he was weird and different. He said he needed a minute, went to his room, she said she smelled weed then all the sudden he told her to get out and haven't called her since... kind of a dick move."

You felt sick to your stomach, the entire reason you slept with Steve was because you heard Eddie tell the girl he was going to bring her home in the middle of a heated makeout session and now your finding out that he was a pussy and told her to go home?

You were feeling so guilty, you had no reason to, Eddie had zero feelings for you, you were sure of it... but why are you so scared of Eddie finding out.

Chrissy noticed how quiet you were being and spoke up "I-I'm sorry, I know you guys used to be friends and I don't know what happened between you but I-"

"I kissed Eddie... that's why we're not talking. I saw him with that cheerleader last week and I got so upset that I called Steve and we..." Your voice trailed off as Chrissy's eyes went wide

"Holy shit. You and Steve Harrington?"

You nodded as your hands covered your face, you were stressed beyond belief "Chrissy you can't tell anybody please."

"Oh my gosh, Y/n obviously I wont tell a soul but- I'm so confused right now"

Once again, the sliding door opened and you slowly looked up to see Eddie looking at you. He cleared his throat awkwardly before bringing his index finger up to his nose and started to sniff.

You know what that meant.

"Bathroom?" he asked softly

You looked over at Chrissy and nodded before getting up "I'll talk to u later Chris."

“Bye, have fun." she said

Eddie held out his hand to you as you approached him, you took his hand and he intertwined your fingers. He lead you inside and walked the two of u to the bathroom.

He closed the door as you sat on the counter. He pulled out a little ziplock bag filled with crystals. "How've you been?" he asked softly, taking the crystals out of the bag and started crushing it on the counter top.

"I've been okay. How are you?"

"I'm alright." he shrugged "Been missing you, that's all."

"I've been missing you too." you admitted

He stayed silent for a second and so did you. You took a deep breath and looked at him "Look, I’m really sorry for kissing you that day." you started "I was so fucking high and I was being stupid. I've been avoiding you because I didn't want you to end our friendship over something I didn't mean."

Something you didn't mean, huh?

Eddie was hurt, he thought it meant at least SOMETHING to you because it meant a lot to him. After you left that day, he couldn't wrap his head around any of it. He fell in love with you even more. The way your lips felt on his was just so right, he's ever kissed a girl the way he kissed you that day.

He crushed up the coke and grabbed a bill from his wallet along with his drivers license to make the line "Are you sure you didn't mean it?"

"Excuse me?" you asked

He chuckled lowly as he rolled up the five dollar bill "If you're saying you didn't mean it, then why did you run away and why have you been avoiding me for weeks? Huh?" he asked

You didn't answer, how could you answer? He scoffed and shook his head before bending over to snort the line off the counter top.

"What about you?" you asked, hopping off the counter, grabbing his license and making a line of your own.

"What about me, Y/n?"

"What about you tryna fuck a cheerleader and you pussy out. Why is that? Is it because you have feelings for me or is it because you're a dick?"

You didn't know where this attitude was coming from and neither did Eddie. Maybe it was because you were angry over him questioning you about it, or because he invited you to do coke in the bathroom with him as if everything was okay between you two.

You grabbed the bill from his hand "I don't fucking know, y/n. Have you been avoiding me because you have feelings for me? Or is it because you're a bitch?"

You snorted the white powder up your nose and looked up at him. "These past three weeks have been fucking hell without you but what was I supposed to do? I thought you hated me."

"Y/n, I could never fucking hate you! How could I hate you?"

"I don't know? I was scared I ruined the friendship by kissing you." you exclaimed

"No, you ruined the friendship by avoiding me instead of talking about it, which is why I kept coming up to you in the first place, Y/n. This is what you don't understand, I like you for you, you can't push me away forever."

"You like me?"

"Can I take another line before I admit it further to you?"

You couldn't help but laugh at him before nodding "Line up one for me too." you said softly. You both took the line at the same time after Eddie gave you another bill to use. You wiped your noses with some toilet paper.

You looked over at Eddie "So you like me?"

"Of course I do, rockstar. I do everything for you, more than i'd like to admit... Every song I write is about you, I spend every single minute of every waking day thinking about you- thinking about us," he placed his hands on your waist and pulled your body close to his "Thinking about what it'll be like to kiss you again, thinking about being able to take your fine ass out and have people on the street wonder why a freak like me is with someone as fucking perfect and attractive as you. I think about fucking you, everywhere. In my room, at your place, in the bathroom of the bar before i perform, on this very counter top." He picks you up by your thighs, sitting you on the cool counter. "I think about it when I’m awake and when I'm asleep so to answer your stupid as fuck question, yes, I like you. Do you like me?"

Your heart pounded on your chest as Eddie looked into your soul with those big beautiful chocolate brown eyes that you've come to fall in love with. You open you mouth to admit your feelings when the worst possible thing could happen.

"YOU HAD SEX WITH STEVE AND DIDN'T TELL ME?!"

Robin bursted into the bathroom as Gareth and Jeff stood behind her in shock that she opened the door and said that while Eddie was standing right there.

She stood by the door way, her face turned as white as a ghost "Eddie is in here... you didn't tell me Eddie was in here..." Robin looked back at Gareth and Jeff

"That's why we were following you and telling you not to come in here..." Jeff shook his head.

"You..." Eddie took his hands off your waist and slowly backed away from you "You fucked Steve...?" his voice cracked. Fuck. "Okay so let me get this straight... you kiss me and then you fuck steve and now you're here with me in this fucking bathroom so what the fuck is it?" his voice raised. "Are you trying to play a joke on me or something y/n cause it's not fucking funny."

"No, no, no, no," you hopped off the counter "Eddie no that's not it, Steve and I, that was nothing, that was literally a one time thing and-"

"Hey," Steve appeared at the door and saw your eyes fill up with tears "Woah woah woah Y/n what's wrong?" He pushed passed robin and the boys to go up to you "You okay?"

Eddie scoffed "Oh here he is, the man of the hour, coming to check up to see if his girlfriend is alright. Say, Y/n, didn't you tell me weeks ago that you would rather die then sleep with Steve?"

The room became tense as Steve's face dropped "You said that?"

"Yeah, she said that. She said that she thought you were vanilla and couldn't imagine you being good in bed and that she's rather die then fuck you, Harrington." Eddie patted him on the back "She also told me that kissing me meant absolutely nothing to her so I guess that's the end of that." He grabbed all of his stuff, ready to leave you in the bathroom "Have a nice life, Y/n." he said bitterly and looked over at Gareth and Jeff

"And how the fuck did you two chuckleheads know this?"

"We saw them last week... while we were leaving the movies." Jeff admitted

Eddie scoffed and looked away, laughing to himself while shaking his head "You two are fucking dead to me." he pushed pass them, leaving the party all together.

You stood there in shock, not knowing what to say or do. You looked at Steve sadly "Look Steve-"

"No, listen. I told you we shouldn't have sex because I didn't want it to ruin our friendship. Everything was fine the way it was... but I come to find out you were talking shit all this time about how shitty I was in bed but you were doing nothing but trying to beg me into fucking you just so you could get over Eddie. That's not cool." he shook his head "I'll talk to you later alright? I'm gunna go home and clear my head."

He left the bathroom as Robin, Gareth and Jeff stood at the doorframe. "Guys Im sorry." You choked out, tears streaming down your face "Im so fucking sorry."

-•-

Come Monday, the entire school knew about you and Eddie kissing and about you and Steve hooking up in his car. You were the girl in school everyone was talking about... and NOT in good way.

You walked through the cafeteria doors wearing one of Eddie’s gigantic "Corroded Coffin" hoodies, making your way to the lunch table where Robin, Gareth and Jeff sat. "Hey." you said quietly, sitting down with your hood on "I've become the senior slut of Hawkins High for kissing one dude and three weeks later, fucking another dude. That's two, two fucking people and I'm a slut."

"I'm so sorry, Y/n" Poor Robin has been apologizing profusely to you about exposing you to Eddie. Were you pissed at her? Of course you were, if it weren't for her barging into the bathroom that night, none of that would've happened... but it wasn't her fault, it was yours. You couldn't accept any of her apologies because she had absolutely nothing to apologize for. You were the one that fucked up big time and now you're suffering with the consequences.

Eddie walked into the cafeteria with Dustin and Mike by his side, making their way to the hellfire table. Mike started walking toward you "Wheeler? What are you doing?" Eddie called out.

"I'm saying hi to Y/n, and the guys, can we not do that anymore?" he asked

"If you speak to any one of them again your banned from the party, understood?" He asked. Mike looked back at you, hesitating on what to do. You gave him a reassuring nod with a sad wave.

"Bye guys." You said to the two young boys as they followed Eddie to the table

Dustin sat down and sighed "Eddie, I know you're pissed off, but, is this really necessary? Look at them over there, they're going through a hard time, especially Y/n... people are calling her a slut because of what happened."

He had to admit, when he walked into school this morning to see you standing at your locker being name called by the cheerleader squad hurt him to his very core. Why are you a slut? Because you kissed him while you were friends and hooked up with steve while you were friends? Guys in this school casual fuck like that all the time but no one bats an eye but it's different for you because your a girl. Stupid fucking double standards.

"I just need time right now, Henderson. Alright?" he sighed and turned his attention back to his lunch

The first half of lunch was quiet and peaceful... That didn't last very long.

"Hey, Y/n!" Jason called from across the cafeteria "So I fuck you in the movie theatre bathroom and then Harrington fucks you in the movie theatre parking lot? Have you marked it as your territory yet?"

You didn't bother to look up to see his insufferable smirk.

"So tell me, who's better in bed? Harrington or Munson?" He asked, the rest of his basketball team laughed with him as you kept ignoring him "Or, maybe I'm the best. You have no idea how good it feels for everyone in the school to finally believe what happened between us."

You shook your head, trying not to stand up to runaway and look weak in front of all these student piranhas.

"So tell me, Y/n. Does Munson tie you up and do his stupid fucking satanic rituals on you to get a hard on? Or is Harrington constantly fixing his hair and looking at himself in order to have sex with someone like you?" the entire cafeteria laughed.

"Jason leave her alone." Chrissy said loudly

"No way are you actually defending her Chrissy."

You couldn't take all the laughing and staring anymore. You quickly got up and started walking towards the cafeteria doors, trying to walk quickly as you could past his table.

"Yeah run away you whore."

The cafeteria went silent

You stopped in your tracks and didn't even bother to turn around "What did you say..."

Eddie's jaw clenched, he saw tears building up in your eyes and he honestly couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

"I said," Jason started walking up to you "Run away, you fucking whore." he said lowly "Cause that's what you are, and that's what you always will be. A sloppy second, good for nothing, dirty fucking whore."

Eddie got up from his chair and started walking toward jason to beat his ass to a pulp but to his surprise, you had it covered.

You turned around, fists clenched and punched him right in the face. He stumbled backwards as the students gasped over what you just did "CALL ME THAT ONE MORE FUCKING TIME!" You swung again, and again, and again, causing everyone in the cafeteria to run towards the two of you, trying to pull you off of the beloved Hawkins High basketball captain.

Gareth and Jeff pulled you away from Jason, but Jason was too caught up in the moment and you were so good at fighting, he forgot he was fighting a chick.

He got up quickly and grabbed your leg, pulling you down to the ground from the boys grasp, you hit the ground hard and jason pulled you closer to him and he was about to swing... That's where Eddie snapped.

He ran to Jason, pinning him to the ground and sat on top of him as he punched him in the face over and over "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Hitting a fucking girl?! And not just any girl... my girl!"

You were rushed to the nurses office right away that you didn't hear or see any of what was happening between Eddie and Jason, you didn't even remember what you did to jason while you were getting your bandages. You were so angry with what he was saying to you that you blacked out and hurt him.

You were called into the office and you were suspended right away. You weren't given the time of day to explain what was happening or what Jason has been saying about you ever since the party.

It wasn't fair. You had a week suspension and all Jason got was a weeks detention. You felt stupid for being shocked about his punishment... he was the high school golden boy, of course he wasn't going to get any punishment for his actions. You walked out of the principals office to see Eddie in a waiting chair with and ice pack on his cheek and bruised and bloody knuckles to match yours.

You wanted to speak to him, even just to say thank you about protecting you, but as soon as he made eye contact with you he rolled his eyes and looked the opposite direction.

You started walking down the hallway towards the school doors with tears building up in your eyes over how much you fucked up.

You went home that night, getting in shit from your parents for getting suspended because they didn't know the full story but you couldn't tell them the shit you've been up to, they would've judged you even more for fooling around like that.

You sat in your bedroom, sitting on the floor in the dark with nothing but your bedroom lamp on as you cried to yourself. You lost Eddie and Steve forever.

There were little taps on your window snapping you out of your little episode. You looked up to see Steve, tapping on your window, waving sadly at you.

You walked up to open the window to let him in "Hey..."

"Hi. I heard about the fight. You've won more fights then me." He tried to joke. You cracked a small smile and helped him in.

He sat on your bed with you, looking at your bandages "So, is this what you're doing now? Getting into fights?" He looked around your room and saw the cocaine on your dresser with half a bottle of open vodka sat beside it "And doing coke and drinking is a routine?"

"No..."

"So what's going on?"

You sighed "Steve, you hate me, Eddie hates me, the whole school thinks I’m a whore"

"Jason thinks you're a whore and who cares about what that meathead thinks."

You scoffed "The entire student body."

"And since when did you care about everyone else?" he asked you. He had a point, when did you start caring about what everyone else thought?

"For the record, I don't hate you. I just needed a couple days to figure out why you said that."

You looked at him with sad eyes, you shook your head and took a deep breath before starting to talk to Steve. "I'm sorry, about what I said. I didn't mean I would rather die then have sex with you because I thought it would be terrible... It's because I didn't know what it would do to our friendship if we ever did anything. I know that night at the movie theatre I was acting differently but I've always been scared to lose you as a friend and now look, what we did changed everything between us."

Steve sighed "It didn't change anything for me. You're still my friend, Y/n. No matter what bull shit we go through Im always going to be your friend." he shook his head and scoffed "You've always been so stubborn. If you think people feel a certain way about something you did, you overthink and decide that what you're making up is reality. Once you have your mind made up, it's hard to convince you that you're wrong. So, you're wrong about me hating you and you're wrong about Eddie."

You tensed up thinking about Eddie "Steve he told his friends they were dead to him just by knowing we hooked up... The look on his face said it all to me, Steve. He's done with me for good." you didn't want to admit it but it was true. The look that Eddie gave you that night when he found out and when Steve walked into the bathroom was enough to tell you that he was extremely hurt by what you did.

Steve stayed silent for a moment, not knowing what else to say to cheer you up. "Give it a couple days, Y/n. If he doesn't contact you in a week then talk to him and tell him how you feel, that's the only thing you can do."

You looked into Steve's eyes before engulfing him into the biggest hug you could give him "I'm so sorry, Steve."

"I'm sorry too."

-•-

You were sitting at home, days after your suspension, watching whatever you could to have the time pass by. The past couple days you could only think about Eddie. Fucking stupid, beautiful, Eddie. After Chrissy and Robin told you everything that happened, you couldn't stop thinking about Eddie beating up Jason Carver for you and called you his girl while doing it.

"and not just any girl... my girl."

He called you his, and it made your heart leap into your throat. You were shocked that Eddie was hurting anyone, he wasn't like that at all. He was sweet and compassionate and understanding, but he hurt someone just like you did.

There was a knock at your door while your parents where at work, you got up from the couch and stretched, throwing the TV remote on the other end of the couch. You started walking towards your door, pulling up your pyjama bottoms and adjusting your black spaghetti strap shirt. You opened the front door slowly, seeing Eddie standing there, shuffling side to side "Hi sweetheart." he said softly

You inhaled sharply, "Hi."

"Can I come in? Hang out with you while I’m suspended..."

"Is that the only reason why you're here?"

He looked away as he cheeks heated up in embarrassment "No... I want to talk to you, about everything."

You opened the door further and welcomed him inside. You locked the door behind you as he took off his shoes, putting on the house slippers he kept at your place because your parents hated when people worse shoes in the house, and followed you to your couch. He sat on one end and you sat on the other, a fuzzy blanket covering your legs. You looked at his fists and saw them wrapped up, and a small bruise was on his cheekbone.

"Nice hand wrap." You said softly

He looked down at his fists and over at yours. He saw your right hand bandaged up and pointed "Yeah, you too." he couldn't help but crack a smile "I hate to admit it, rockstar but I underestimated your fighting abilities... You surprised me Monday."

"You surprised me too." you chuckled "I mean I don't remember shit but I was shocked when Robin told me." it was silent for a couple minutes before he decided to speak again.

"Do you regret it? Hurting him?"

You had your arms crossed as you chuckled "No."

"His fucking dumb ass deserved be taken down a peg." Eddie laughed with you

"God, he's such a fucking asshole. He acts all top shit but he just got his ass handed to him by the high school slut and the high school freak." you laughed harder, holding your stomach

Eddie laughed harder and harder "I'm so upset you don't remember, you should've heard him. 'please stop! Munson stop! It hurts please stop hurting me!'" he moved his hair away from his face "If he was in a bad condition then I would feel guilty but after years and years of tormenting me, it was so rewarding."

"He's such a dick."

"Tell me something I don't know." he laughed lowly, playing with the rings on his fingers. It was silent between the two of you for a bit, it was a comfortable silence, you guys just didn't know where to start. Eddie broke his silence "Listen, Y/n..."

"I'm sorry." You interrupted him "I'm so fucking sorry for everything.I'm sorry for hooking up with Steve, but I need to tell you why it happened. I saw you and that cheerleader making out by the corner store and I got really upset by it so I called Steve and I suggested that we should sleep together after crying over you for weeks on end. It was stupid of me and even though Steve and I aren't together, or even like each other like that, it doesn't excuse the fact that I hurt you."

He stayed quiet and looked over at you "Why did me kissing that cheerleader upset you?"

You hesitated a bit before answering "It hurt me so much because I like you. I've always fucking liked you."

"I'm sorry too." he apologized "I tried to hookup with that girl because I was jealous. I'm always the one that drive your home, not Steve. I'm the one you hang out with all the time, not Steve, I'm supposed to be that fucks you and makes you feel good... Not Steve." He said softly "That conversation in the bathroom over the weekend could've been so different."

"How so?"

He smiled innocently at you "If you admitted your feelings to me, I would've kissed you. I really wanted to kiss you that day, you looked so good." he moved closer to you on the couch "You didn't know how bad I wanted to fuck you right then and there. The things that I were going to do to you in that fucking bathroom... I don't even know if I should say what I was thinking before Robin rudely interrupted us."

Your breathing became unsteady the closer Eddie became. "You like me, I like you. What should we do about it, sweetheart? You can call the shots on this one."

Your cheeks became crimson as he looked deeper into your eyes, his hand placed gently on your knee. You wanted to take it slow with Eddie, you liked him a lot and you wanted to do everything right. You wanted to go on a date, have him drive you home, and with time when you were both ready, then you could have sex but when the hell have you guys done anything right when it came to each other?

Your eyes flickered down to his lips then back up to his eyes. "I um..." you mumbled.

"Tell me what you want, baby." His eyes started to flutter shut as his lips made their way closer to yours "What do you want? Hm?"

You placed your lips on his gently, softly, giving him the sweetest kiss you could possibly give. You cupped his face as he grabbed onto the blanket covering you, throwing it to the ground as the kiss got more intense. Your legs spread open to her could press his body closer to yours. His hands travelled up your body to your hips, pulling up the hem of your shirt to take it off you completely. He looked down at your breasts, biting down on his lower lip slightly "Dude you're so fucking perfect..." he sat back a bit as you tried to cover yourself

"Shut up." you blushed, looking away.

"Hey don't get shy on me, Rockstar." He grabbed your hand with a goofy smile on his face, helping you up off the couch "Cmon I wanna see how pretty you are."

"You're annoying." you pouted as he sat back down on the couch "What do you want me to do?" you asked, arms still covering your breasts "Do you want me to like do a strip tease for you or some shit like that?"

"No, just let me look at you for a second." he said, a big smile still plastered on his face "I wanna admire what's mine is that too much to ask?"

You blushed again slowly uncovering your breasts while looking down shyly. You slipped out of your pyjama bottoms, leaving you wearing nothing but your underwear. He smiled sweetly at you, putting his hand over his mouth to stop himself from smiling even more. "Do you know how beautiful you are? Fuck, Y/n, you talk all this shit about yourself for no reason. You're so fucking pretty." He gawked “Turn around for me."

You spun slowly to give him a full view of your ass, wiggling it side to side as you giggled "OKAY! THATS ENOUGH!" He got up off the couch in the blink of an eye, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, making you squeal

"EDDIE! PUT ME DOWN!" You laughed loudly as he carried you up the stairs

"Nope, sorry, no can do. Nope, nope, nope. You are too good for this world with tits like that and an ass that wont quit... you're mine forever, thank you." he closed your bedroom door behind him, laying you down on your bed and hovering over you. He started kissing you again, slowly starting to take his clothing off as he continued kissing you softly. His hands went in between your legs, moving your underwear to the side as he played with your clit, causing you to moan slightly against his lips. He put two fingers inside you, feeling how tight you were around his fingers and how wet you were all because of him.

"So wet," he mumbled to himself "Such a pretty girl for me." he started fingering you a bit faster, sitting himself up as he looked down at your squirming body "Does it feel good, sweetheart? Or am I hurting you?"

"So good." was all you could say in between moans, causing him to chuckle.

"That's a good girl." he bit down on his bottom lip "Such a good girl for me."

He started stroking himself slowly as he continued to give you pleasure "How bad do you want me to fuck you, Princess?"

Princess? You couldn't handle it anymore, you wanted to finish right there on his fingers. The things he was saying to you was driving you feral, everything that he was doing felt so right and so good that you were ready to just unwind all over his fingers. You could feel the cold metal that was wrapped around his fingers press into your heat, you couldn't contain yourself anymore.

"So fucking bad." you whined "Eddie please, Im so close already."

He smirked "Already, baby? That's okay, you don't have to be shy about that stuff with me. You can cum for me as many times as you want."

You let yourself go, moaning loudly as you came on his fingers. He slowly pulled them out of you, about to suck on his own fingers when you quickly got up, putting his fingers in your own mouth. You began sucking your cum off his fingers, looking up at him with those big doe eyes of yours making him groan "Fuck, such a dirty girl for me. You're so fucking hot." he laid you back down, hovering over you and kissing you sweetly as he teased your folds with his tip. He bit down on your bottom lip gently, "What do we say, Princess?"

"Please." you said softly "Fuck me, please."

He slowly pushed himself into you, both of you moaning instantly. Eddie didn't want to tell you cause he knew it would lift up your ego too much and he wouldn't hear the end of it, but he didn't know pussy could feel this good. Sure, he's slept with a number of women before but none of them felt like you. "Oh my god," he moaned lowly, starting to thrust "so wet."

You couldn't even form one single word to say back to him, let alone an entire sentence. It all just felt so good that you lost all ability to speak. The way he was fucking you was different then anything you ever felt before, it was passionate, slow yet so fucking rough. He was hitting every single spot inside you to make you arch your back and have your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you've never experienced this every before but you never wanted it to end.

He grabbed both of your hands, pinning them beside your head intertwining your fingers as he kissed you. You were a moaning mess against his lips, whispering to him how good it felt. "God, you fuck me so good." you whined lowly "Don't stop, please."

He had no intention of stopping, he didn't know sex felt this good. There are so many people that he knows that are addicted to sex, addicted to cumming, addicted to that feeling that they don't care who they fuck or what time of day they do it, he never understood it. The girls he was having sex with were good, they were great, but he couldn't understand why he wasn't obsessed like every other guy in the world.

It was because he didn't fuck you yet.

Now that he's on top of you, fucking you hard and deep to make your toes curl, he was sure he was going to become one of those sex obsessed boys. It was a feeling he was absolutely certain he'd never get used to. He knew that even in the future if by some miracle you guys were still together and are married with kids, it would still feel as amazing as it does right now. He already imagined fucking you in every square inch of Hawkins, but he didn't know that it might end up coming true. Hell, with you, he'd probably do you all over Hawkins three times.

He moaned deeply as he felt himself getting closer and closer the harder he fucked you. With each thrust you got louder and more vocal and he loved hearing how much you wanted to cum around his dick.

"Are you close?" He asked you, positioning your legs up so your ankles were on his shoulders.

He looked down at the beautiful sight under him; you with your legs up, tits out, hair all messy and frizzy, pussy dripping all over his cock and your face beat red with swollen lips from kissing him in missionary. You were so fucked out and he loved to see it.

"Very close." you panted out

He lowered his body, legs still placed on his shoulders as he held his body up, his lips just inches away from yours. He started thrusting again, slowly, making sure this position wasn't hurting you in anyway,

You thought he was hitting that spot before? This position changed everything for the both of you.

You gasped lowly as he moved slowly, in and out of you. "Holy shit."

He started thrusting harder and deeper, picking up his pace the louder you got. You gripped the sheets, trying to stop yourself from screaming out how good Eddie Munson fucked you to the entire neighborhood. Your right hand flew to your mouth, covering it quickly to muffle your screams.

Eddie groaned in protest "Baby girl," he moved your hand away, fucking you harder "you don't need to be shy. Fucking scream for me."

My god, where you ever screaming. Moaning profanities loudly the deeper Eddie went and the sweatier you guys got. "I need you to cum with me. I need you to cum on my cock while I fill you up, can you do that for me, Sweetheart?"

"Yes, fuck, I want to cum around your dick, please make me cum."

That's all he needed to hear. He cursed under his breath "Fuck," as he came inside you and you came on his dick.

He stayed inside of you as you both came down from your orgasms. He shifted upward slightly, looking down at you to see you with your eyes closed, steadying your breathing.

"Y/n?"

"Eddie?"

He smiled softly "You know you're the most beautiful fucking girl I’ve ever seen?"

You scrunched your nose immediately "No. Not true."

"Yes true. I'm so fucking whipped for you, I swear to God."

Your eyes shot open, and Eddie swears he saw your eyes sparkle when he looked into them. "Eddie Munson is whipped for a chick?! And that chick just so happens to be me?! That's so rare, Im honoured!"

Eddie rolled his eyes at you before slowly pulling out, making sure he doesn't make a mess on your sheets. He grabbed some tissue, cleaning himself up "Hold on," Eddie said, quickly making his way to your bathroom. You started to get up, about to clean yourself off when naked Eddie comes back with a wet cloth in his hand. "Here." He smiled, laying you back down on the bed.

The cloth was warm and soothing, he cleaned up everything off your body, leaving gentle kisses on the spots he wiped when it was cleaned. He kissed up your body to your lips, causing you to smile "Sweet Eddie." You chuckled "I like this side of you.

"Yeah? Well no one better fucking know about it or I swear to God" he warned, pinching your cheeks. He started getting dressed, making sure he had all of his stuff "Okay Ill see you at 8." he said

"Wait, what? At 8? What's at 8?" you asked, covering yourself with a robe

He looked back at you with a sweet smile "Our first date. I'm picking you up." he started walking down the stairs, making you even more confused so you followed him.

"I can't go out tonight, I'm grounded."

He shook his head as he put his shoes back on "Ill take care of your parents when I get here, you just worry about getting all pretty... not like you even need to fucking try." He winked at you before pecking your lips quickly "See you at 8."

You watched him drive off and you rushed upstairs to shower and do what you needed to do to get ready.

At 7:52pm, there was a small knock at your door. Your dad opened it to answer "Oh, Eddie, what a surprise."

"Hello sir, nice to see you." He said politely "Um, I understand that Y/n was suspended and is grounded for her actions from earlier this week at school and while I say I get it and I understand your rules I was wondering if she could get a free card for the night."

Your father looked Eddie up and down "Oh really?" he questioned. Your mother soon accompanied him at the door "Oh hi Eddie, nice to see you sweetie. Is everything okay?"

"He wants to hang out with Y/n... while she's grounded and wants us to grant her a get out of jail free card." Your dad explained bitterly.

"Not hang out, exactly..." he found himself getting smaller and smaller in front of your parents. "I wanted to take her out on a date tonight. I've liked her for a really long time now and I know that fight was insane but, she was trying to defend herself and after everything that's been going on, I think she needs a night out, just one night."

Your parents loved Eddie, they never understood why all the other parents in the neighbourhood talked down on him and his uncle. The Munsons were a kind, sweet, and well mannered family that your family came to love.

Your mother looked over at your father "It couldn't hurt... she'd be with Eddie after all, we know she'll be safe and in good hands."

Eddie looked at your dad with hopeful eyes, praying to God he'd say yes. Your dad sighed, giving in "Alright, fine, she can go. Have her back by 12am. Not 12:05, not 12:15... 12, understood?"

"Yes sir, thank you. Ill have her home on time."

You heard Eddie's voice from upstairs. Your heart jumped into your throat as you grabbed your purse and walked down the stairs, meeting Eddie and your parents at the front door "Hey." You smiled

"Hi." he smiled back, pulling out a small bouquet of flowers "For you."

You carefully took them from his hands "These are handpicked... did you-"

"No, no, no, no. Even though I'm sweet when it comes to you, I’m not THAT sweet. Still got that reputation to uphold." He joked "But uh, Gareth and Jeff went out to pick them... They like making flower arrangements for the girls I fall for I guess. It's like their hobby."

"Woooow, full of jokes tonight." you deadpanned. Your mom grabbed your flowers from you, putting them in a vase right away. "So Gareth and Jeff... You guys are..?"

"We're okay." He smiled "We're more than okay."

You smiled back, nodding in understanding "Good, glad to hear that." You put on your shoes, getting ready to leave "Bye guys, thank you." You thanked your parents for letting you leave as you close the door.

Eddie takes your hand and leads you to his van, opening the passenger door for you. "Thanks" you blushed, getting in. "Sooo, where are we going?" you asked when he got into the car.

"It’s a surprise." he winked

"Fuck you, you know I hate surprises."

"Get used to them, Rockstar. If we're going to be together, I feel like the surprises will never end."

-•-

END

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lixiebokie · 1 year

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with him

idol: stray kids lee felix

note: i cried while making this :’) inspired by ceilings by lizzy mcalpine

the moon was pretty. but he was prettier. stary nights where felix would take you out to wander where ever the streets would take you were your favourite.

it was raining, glistening and bouncing off the concrete as your feet patted along. hand in hand. felix swinging them side to side each time getting higher and higher until his little arm started to hurt. his rain coat hood was pulled over his face but not enough that you could still see stray hairs poking out and his button nose scattered with freckles.

“we should probably head back soon i don’t want you to get ill.” it was abit to late for that. but you didn’t care, you didn’t want to part ways with him. he stopped for a moment looking at you.

“let’s dance.”

“in the rain.”

“yes in the rain.” his smile lit his face giving it a glow.

he pulled you onto the lonely street road, grabbing your hand and holding it while his other grabbed your side. respectfully resting just above your hip. it took a second for him to start. he stepped his foot trying to find a pace you were both comfortable with. eventually steps were getting bigger moving in a square motion.

you imagined you were in a ballroom, felix was the prince and you were his princess. he raised his arm taking yours with it. you ducked under his spinning around. he giggled when you turned back to face him. he stayed with his arm up this time standing on his tippy toes so you could gracefully swirl around. wet hair escaping your hood and lightly tapping his face, but he didn’t care.

a car blared a loud noise shouting at you. felix tugged you out the way as the car sped past.

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his car was warm. felix drove while you tried to drive your hair with some old hoodie he had lying in the back seat. you wanted to stay with him forever. just him and you forever and always.

it went so quick, wasn’t you just sneaking out your door to kiss him before he dragged you away? now you’re already back at your house already saying goodbye to the boy staring at you.

“i don’t want to leave.” you sighed squishing more into his neck as you hugged like you would never see him again.

“it’s late, and we have school tomorrow.” he chuckled out pulling away to leave a light kiss on lips. they were chapped from the rain but once again felix didn’t care. it was so light you barley felt it but so powerful that your face had bloomed with heat.

you heaved yourself out the car with all you could. felix waved watching you walking to your door. taking one last look over your shoulder before closing it.

felix waited a few seconds before he decided to finally drive off.

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felixs room had so much comfort. it’s white walls and fluffy bedsheet made you feel safe.

safe with him.

he was laying on his back. top up bare with you sprawled out on him like you were his t-shirt. he was warm. his bed, his room, him. you had layed her all day doing absolutely nothing in your power to move.

“youre so cute.” you spoke out loud playing dot to dot with the freckles on his chest.

he hummed. “really?”

you hummed in return. you wanted to say more. of course he was look at him. he looked like an angel. an angel with a perfect smile and an amazing heart.

he wanted to stay here forever. but he needed to move and get that burning feeling out his throat.

he sat up pushing his hair out his face. you tried to get up but he gently pushed you back down to stay as you were.

“can i talk to you?” he sat leaning on his arm so you could still reach him but weren’t at eye level.

you played with his chain humming twirling it between your fingers.

“you know that college my dad was looking at?” you nodded now looking him in the eyes. his dark shiny eyes which were usually full of love but now sleepy from the lazy day you had.

felixs dad was trying to persuade him to move to go a dance college as he wanted to pursue it as a career. felix would love to go, maybe train to an idol or something. but he didn’t want leave his friends, his home, you.

“well.. he’s forcing me to go.” you stay looking at him with a dull look.

“he’s brought a house over there in korea and he’s filled out an application for my place.”

“but it’s not certain though right?” you pushed yourself up.

“they accepted me.”

“oh.” you sighed. you wanted lix to succeed but was it necessary to move country?

“i’ve tried talking him out of him but he’s not caving in. and i mean this college is.. amazing! but id give that up to stay here with you.”

“you can’t decline just because you want to stay here. if that’s what you dream of, why should we be stopping you?”

felix leant over pulling his lips to yours. “i love you.” it was sudden. of course you loved him. but you had never said it to yourself out loud.

“i love you too lix.” you squeezed him as hard as you could. like you would never feel his skin again. “im so proud of you.”

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the car was switched on. taking off any second. he had just said his last goodbyes. hugging his friends bye and clinging onto you for the last time. he was in the passenger seat staring at the road ahead.

the car was slowly moving away. time felt slow. slow but not slow enough for you to have felix for one last time. it didn’t feel real. was felix real? the past months of your life where spent surrounded by him. being with him, thinking of him every moment belong to him.

and this was your last moment with him.

“don’t miss me, think of yourself.” that’s what he said rubbing your eyes and walking off.

the car was down the street, still in view. this didn’t seem right. he shouldn’t be going, he should be here, with you.

you took off run after the moving vehicle in hopes of getting one last glimpse of felix even maybe a smile. it was going faster and so were you. you were so close yet so far away.

your friend ran after you grabbing you as the race came to an end and the car was no long in sight.

“let him go, he’s alright.” she patted your shoulder.

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you felt a tap on your shoulder. lifting you out your day dream. the boy across you giggled looking at your lost state.

“sorry what did you say hyunjin?” you asked the pink haired.

he took his hand back resting it on his lap.

“i love you?”

“oh sorry, i just-“

hyunjin reached over grabbing the steer stick putting the car into park.

“if your not ready it’s okay.”

you shook your head leaning to press a kiss on his lips as reassurance.

“it’s not that, i just thought of someone.”

hyunjins head titled showing his small smile.

“like?”

“it’s nothing.” you push your thought away.

“your first love?”

“i guess so. i’m sorry.”

hyunjin was open about talking about past relationships but what you just did was not okay. bringing up your ex while your boyfriend just said i love you for the first time. are you okay?

“it’s fine, he must of been a great person if you still think of him.”

“yeah he was.” felix was a good person, he was your person. your love, the love you couldn’t forget but somehow persuaded yourself it was all made up. you hoped he was dancing his heart out in seoul, some times you hoped he was thinking of you. and he wanted the same. there wasn’t a day you didn’t.

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gummie-s · 2 years

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𖤐Eyes on Me.

ORDER #7-- cucking, mirio's gf x tamaki, first time, clothed grinding, fingering (f!recieving), missionary, slight sub?tamaki to dom?tamaki, facial, cum play, bareback

WORD COUNT# -- 7.9k

HUNGRY FOR MORE? -- buffet entrance

tamaki's eyes blew wide, his jaw dropping as his face was consumed with a beating warmth that could only mean humiliation.

"you want me to what?" he whispered hoarsely, voice cracking on the way past his lips.

"fuck my girlfriend."

tamaki immediately felt dizzy with nausea, did mirio know? did he know he liked your smile a little too much? or about how often he stared at his best friends' girlfriend, unable to control his eyes when you bent over, just hoping to get a good glance at the curve of your ass. or how he jerked off to the imagined image of your tits after you would press close to him during the day. it only happened when you gushed about mirio's workout routine, he'd spend the moments just praying to commit a good second of your breasts squished against his arm to memory.

you were so kind to him, you were always patient and so pretty when you cocked your head to the side when you gave him your attention. you didn't mind his mumbling or the way his eyes were always looking below your chin, you knew how his anxiety got to him. it was just so much easier to stare at your bra strap, or the peaks of your nipples, if he's lucky that day, instead of your eyes.

did mirio figure out that he had a stupid little crush on his girlfriend?

"you're messing with me." tamaki accused, his feet pivoting to turn around, hoping to scurry off to his room before he could be interrogated.

"no, no, no! wait, i'm not, i swear!" mirio had no malice in his eyes, instead a goofy grin was on his lips and for once there was a nervous tick to his blonde brow. his big warm hands clamped tight on tamaki's shoulders, rendering him motionless.

"why would you ask that of me, of all things!?" tamaki turned his head away, face flaming and knees weak, held up by mirio's iron grip. the mere idea of what mirio had proposed made his head spin faster, he was still sure it was a joke, but mirio wasn't a liar-- this was so confusing.

"you know i'm--" tamaki cleared his throat harshly, "i'm a--"

"i'm sorry, buddy, i know it's sudden! i shouldn't have blurted it out." tamaki's shoulders were given another squeeze as he was cut off from finishing his embarrassing confession mirio was more than aware of.

"can we take this to somewhere more private, please?" tamaki choked out.

mirio looked around the 3A dorm common area, which was fortunately empty. that didn't mean it would be empty forever though. mirio sucked air through his teeth, "ooh, good idea."

"i was just trying to make a sandwich . . ." tamaki muttered to himself as he was dragged off to his dorm room.

"should i call her?" mirio wondered aloud, lounging on tamaki's floor.

tamaki sat with his legs crisscrossed on his bed, both of their notes spread out on his sheets. "hm? who?" he asked, not looking away from his paper, the back of his pen cushioned on his lips as he contemplated their homework.

"my girlfriend! who else?" mirio chuckled holding his phone above his face, thumbs tapping at the screen.

"oh, i thought you were talking about hado-san." tamaki muttered absentmindedly. something clicked in his head, he lifted the pen from his pursed lips and leaned over the edge of his bed to stare at his best friend "wait, why would you . . . call her." his voice cracked a little on 'her.'

mirio peeked around his phone, his expression unassuming. he didn't say anything and looked back to his screen, a blue glow enlightened his face.

"mirio, what would you be calling her about." tamaki's cheeks were starting to tingle with warmth.

"hm."

"mirio!" tamaki hissed.

"about sex."

tamaki threw himself to the other side of the bed to cover his face and groan into his palms. "you don't mean . . . what we talked about a couple weeks ago, right?" tamaki shakily asked, squinting through the spread of his fingers, his face thoroughly boiled red.

"well, yeah!" mirio sat up off the floor, "i told you she's into it too, right? we all agreed, so, why not now? 's not like we're busy." mirio supported his elbows on tamaki's mattress, resting his cheek in his palm nonchalantly.

tamaki gestured to their homework. "um."

he picked up the notes from a recent lecture.

"we can do that later." mirio grinned with confidence.

"you're almost at the bottom of your class in this subject."

"later! i promise that i'll change that if you please, just . . ."

"fuck your girlfriend?" tamaki finished meekly.

"yes."

tamaki was sure steam was gonna blow out of his ears if his face got any hotter. "fine. call her. but, um. just--" tamaki started picking up their homework, "i need some time to mentally prepare." as if the days of agonizing wasn't long enough.

"gotcha, buddy!"

mirio had pulled him aside a couple weeks ago to tell him about his fantasy of getting to watch his girlfriend get fucked by someone besides himself. tamaki hadn't believed him, confused beyond all reason as to why anyone would feel aroused watching their partner get it on and not join in themselves. tamaki had hesitantly asked if he meant a threesome but mirio shook his head, "i just wanna watch." he said. "i've tried fucking her and watching in the mirror but it's-- not what i want."

tamaki remembered the way his thighs flexed, and the way he crossed his legs as the image popped into his head, pretty little you under the sheer mass of mirio. your eyes watching your reflection as you got fucked.

tamaki swallowed, "ah."

"i trust you, tamaki. i couldn't ask anyone else," mirio had told him honestly. tamaki couldn't turn him down after getting mirio's puppy eyes, and it wasn't like he didn't secretly want to get with mirio's girl it just-- was weird. it would be just sex and nothing else, he was fine with that, he was gonna take what he could get.

"and hey, she thinks you're cute! we've already had a big talk about it, and she's totes on board if you are."

"she really said that?" tamaki had covered his mouth, his ears twitching.

"yep, you're a good looking guy, tamaki."

obviously tamaki had agreed to mirio's pleas, and now he was scrambling to get his room to look presentable. condoms, he didn't have any, he was a lame virgin, why would he have any? mirio stepped out to make the call and get you over, and when the door shut behind him, tamaki remembered mirio telling him you were on the pill. he was clean, and you and mirio were, since mirio told him that too. did that mean he'd get to cum inside? tamaki stumbled to his bathroom to have a quick anxiety attack.

he stared hard at his reflection, "this is crazy." he mumbled to himself. he didn't have time to take a shower so he just washed his hands and face, attentive when cleaning under his trimmed nails. his sheets were fresh, he had lube and . . . he had mirio as a guide.

"hey, she's on her way!" mirio cheerfully informed him, sounding way too excited.

"great." tamaki grit out.

"you remember everything i told you, yeah?"

"mhm."

"just relax, just go with it, this is supposed to be fun, okay?"

tamaki nodded stiffly.

mirio smiled encouragingly, his warm hand rubbing up and down tamaki's arm, "all you have to do is make each other feel good."

tamaki's cheeks glowed, and he nodded again, breathing out shakily, his nerves boiling under the surface. mirio's presence helped though, and he wanted to do his best to unwind before you got here. "i'm just nervous." tamaki admitted in a low mumble.

it was odd but tamaki was really glad he'd have mirio with him the whole time. he was lucky mirio was arranging this, even if it was for his own personal pleasure, there weren't any negatives for tamaki.

"yeah, who wouldn't be though? it's normal to be nervous! you'll be fine." mirio wrapped an arm around tamaki's hunched shoulders and sat them on bed, the mattress dipping under their weight.

"yeah . . ." tamaki sighed, his eyes fluttering as he stared down at the carpet. "i'm excited, too, though." he whispered shyly, his eyes nervously flitting to mirio in expectation of a jealous outburst.

he didn't receive one.

"i hope so!" mirio laughed. "my girl is hot!"

tamaki fidgeted with his fingers and mirio squeezed him into his side, "are you sure about this, mirio? this won't make it weird between us, right?" tamaki didn't look up at mirio again, his insides churning together. "she's your girlfriend, and i don't know, what if i overstep--?"

mirio interrupted him with a laugh, and he let go of tamaki to giggle into his hand and wave with his other, as if he could physically shoo tamaki's worries away.

tamaki frowned, "what?"

"trust me, you won't overstep." now that he was looking, tamaki noticed mirio had a light flush to his cheeks. "i'm already getting hard just thinking about this actually happening." he had the nerve to look a little bashful when he confessed.

"oh." tamaki's eyes immediately shot down to mirio's lap. he glanced away and scolded himself internally for looking so quickly.

"yeah." mirio said breezily and leaned back, supporting himself in his hands.

"sheesh. you really are a cuck." tamaki murmured quietly, his comment earned a loud laugh from mirio.

there was a soft knock on tamaki's door and the boys perked up.

tamaki swallowed hard and got up when he decided to answer it, mirio's expectant gaze boring into him. he walked silently to the door and twisted the knob. when he pulled the door open it revelead you on the other side, a little smile on your face and some comfortable clothes on. you had a small bag with you, tamaki had no idea what for.

"hey, amajiki-kun." you greeted him before he could open his mouth and you leaned in and hugged him.

that was new. his face felt like it was on fire from that alone. he rushed to meet you half way, his hands hesitantly holding your upper back and waist as he choked out a brief greeting of his own.

you weren't shy about strolling in, kicking off your dorm slippers and casually giving your boyfriend a sweet greeting, dipping down for a kiss with your hands placed on his strong shoulders. mirio stood up and tamaki pushed the door shut with his back, supporting himself against it as he watched the couple makeout. mirio looked huge with you up against him, his hands big on your hips and his torso wide and looming over your smaller frame.

tamaki had to try and act like his lower stomach wasn't full of butterflies just watching you kiss him. silently he let his dark eyes trail after your round ass in those yoga pants he knew you wore on friday movie nights. he really liked that pair.

you pulled away with a girlish giggle, looking over your shoulder towards tamaki. "are you going to get over here?" you asked softly.

tamaki jolted, shuffling over to you. "what's that?" he gestured to your bag, holding his hand out to take it like a good host.

you looked down at the bag in question and passed it over to him, "just some wipes and underwear stuff like that. i didn't want to come empty handed!"

"it's not like it's a potluck . . ." tamaki took it from you and gently set it on his bedside table, tensing when you and mirio laughed.

"you're funny, amajiki." you were up against him before tamaki could process it, your body flush with his sternum.

tamaki made a whimpery noise before he could catch it, "oh, um. i--i'm really not." he cleared his throat. your hands descended upon his waist, causing goosebumps along his skin and his sides to quiver, his trained muscles lighting up tightly.

his eyes were glued to your pretty face, unaware that mirio had backed away to sit in tamaki's desk chair nearby.

"sure you are." you smiled, and tamaki had to suppress another comment denying it when you started kissing at his collarbones, right where his shirt's neckline laid. tamaki fought the urge to squirm, and he gasped as your cold fingers guided his hands to your soft hips.

"you're very charming," you murmured the compliment sweetly as he tipped his head up, subconsciously asking for more of your kisses on his skin. "and very cute." he was officially speechless.

for once he didn't deflect the compliments, allowing your soft voice to wash over him.

just as his hands were beginning to grip you, you pulled away. "can we lay down, amajiki?" you rested your chin on his chest which was minutely shifting with his breaths.

"yeah." he agreed. as if he could say no to you.

tamaki let you lay first, watching you get comfortable and look up at him with an amused little smile on your plump lips. he stared at them, memorizing the color and wishing he could do the same with the taste.

"i meant, i wanted you to lay down with me." you laughed and it sounded angelic on his sensitive ears. stupidly, he watched you spread your legs and push your hoodie up your belly, exposing the bottom of the cups of your bra.

"oh, yeah, right." tamaki gingerly got down beside you, but you didn't seem to want that because your hands grabbed his shirt and pulled. your ankles pressed into his back, thoroughly dragging him to rest on top of you with his hips pressed to your own. tamaki worriedly glanced around for mirio, and he found his friend sitting in his chair with his palm rubbing at the front of his sweats, stroking his cock leisurely through the cotton.

tamaki squeaked and turned his attention back to you, in complete disbelief that this was actually his life.

"ah," tamaki's lashes fluttered, his face an embarrassing cranberry. tamaki toed his socks off and kicked them away from the bed before lowering himself down to rest more comfortably on his elbows.

"hi." he had no idea why he said that but he was glad he did when you giggled, arms looping around his neck.

"hiii, amajiki." you wrapped your pillowy thighs tighter around his middle, your hips swaying and grinding against his to an imaginary beat. your soft hand cupped his cheek and you coaxed him into a kiss, gently teaching him with your lips.

tamaki's eyes slid shut, he didn't exactly have experience kissing but he still did his best to copy you and enjoy it. his insides were tingling, twisting and full but in the best way. he knew that you knew he was a virgin, as embarrassing as it was, and he appreciated that you weren't rushing him. your lips worked slowly against his, sweetly with happy little hums passed between kisses. you just grew more addicting when he got to taste your mouth, the foreign activity of your tongue gliding with his felt so good, and he groaned softly as he started to gently rock with the sway of your hips. he had to remind himself to breathe through his nose and not suffocate, and he appreciated you little reminder to stimulate you in other ways too.

"touch me," you told him against his lips.

he distributed his weight between one elbow and his hips, his now free hand began to rub at your thigh that was clenching and unclenching around him. excitement was mounting and he could tell he was getting hard now, blood rushing south. he was surprised he hadn't been sporting an erection the entire time. he tried to pull his lower body away from yours to avoid you feeling it, just out of habit, but you just pulled him closer and grinded your clothed pussy against his hardening dick.

tamaki moaned into your mouth, his pelvis stuttering and his fingers digging into the fat of your thigh. he swore he could feel your cunt, even through his loose black sweats and your yoga pants.

"are you hard, amajiki?" you asked breathlessly, your lips puffy.

tamaki whimpered with a little nod, "uh-- yeah . . ." his eyes were stuck at half mast and he pushed his bangs out of his face to see you better. you took on the task yourself and threaded your fingers through his hair, combing the long dark cowlick tufts out of his face, making his nose wrinkle and his eyes squeeze shut. he enjoyed your fingers in his hair, the light scratch of your nails on his scalp was nice and new to him.

"you're a natural kisser, huh?" you swiped your thumb along his cheek and he shook his head 'no.'

"i have no idea what i'm doing." he told you honestly.

"well, keep doing it because it's hot." you advised kindly.

you turned your head towards mirio, your face lighting up when you saw him with his hand down his pants. "should we use a condom, babe?" you asked him and tamaki was reminded that this was for mirio's fantasy. fortunately, it turned out tamaki shared the same one.

mirio had an expression that was way too pleased, his pale skin flushed pink and his styled hair messed up with golden locks sticking in the wrong places.

"mm, no. i wanna see his cum leak out of you." he said it so normally, as if it didn't sound like a porno line that could have come from tamaki's internet history. tamaki watched in awe as mirio pulled his cock out, his scarred hand continuing to languidly stroke the bright pink flesh. it would be weird to say that tamaki had already seen it before, but it was true. however this was the first time he'd seen it hard and dripping like it was now.

"okay, you heard him." you turned your face back to tamaki and he did the same, looking away from mirio's little masturbation corner.

"mhm." tamaki stared at you, wide eyed and totally lost. he had just gotten comfortable kissing, he wasn't sure if he could do this.

your hand slipped down to fiddle with the hem of his shirt, cautiously slipping your fingers underneath to touch his hip and then his lower stomach, making the muscles clench and his breath stutter. "ah, uh," tamaki's jaw hung open, his eyebrows knitting together as his head lolled to the side. his belly was full of butterflies, the gentle touch almost tickling him but not quite.

"i haven't even touched you yet." you murmured, "you want me to, right?" you asked genuinely, your hand continuing to rub his hip and trace through his light happy trail.

"y--yes. please." tamaki answered as soon as you were done asking your question.

"okay, sit up, amajiki."

he did as told, separating your bodies. he watched with heavy breaths as you slipped out of your hoodie, your breasts coming into view. you had a sexy black bra on with a cute lacey trim arching around the curve of each cup. tamaki resisted palming at his dick, instead leaving his erection alone to tent his pants. it'd be too embarrassing . . . he glanced to you and then to mirio. he'd have to get naked.

"can you see how wet i am, amajiki?" you asked coyly. tamaki's eyes zeroed in on the nook between your legs, your little cunt so perfectly nestled between the soft fat of your thighs. he could see your yoga pants clinging to the wet lips, cutely hugging every fold. his cock twitched, and his precum was smearing along the inside of his boxers by now, his tip painfully sensitive and throbbing against the thin material just from looking at your pussy's shape through your clothes.

"do you not have-- have any panties on . . ?" tamaki's voice shook as it dropped an octave.

"why don't you find out?" you angled your hips up, encouraging him to touch.

tamaki swallowed audibly, his shaky fingers moving to hover over your cunt. he used the pads of his middle finger and ring finger to gently stroke your clothed slit. his other hand caressed your lower waist, exploring the junction of your thigh and hip. his nostrils flared when he didn't find any creases where your underwear should be laying. the crotch of your silky yoga pants was damp, leaving his fingers sticky and pressing more firmly at where you were leaking.

"take off her pants." mirio instructed, voice somehow even.

tamaki rushed to listen, curling his fingers into the waist line and pulling down, helping you remove the stretchy, skin tight material with wandering eyes. he was sweaty by the time he got to look at your bare cunny. the trimmed curls at your pubic bone, your pretty puffy lips looked so soft, and your little clit so stiff-- god, you were so soft everywhere and it was driving him crazy. his fingers retook their place, the callused tips gingerly slipping through the slick of your sex.

"looks pretty, huh?" mirio prompted, earning tamaki's small hum of agreement. "why don't you tell her?"

tamaki's ears twitched. "you're very pretty." he complimented you in a quiet tone, his lips parted in awe as he tapped his finger along your hole, fighting the temptation of slipping the digit inside without warning.

"what's pretty?" you asked.

"your pussy . . . it's cute." tamaki practically whispered.

tamaki felt a pulse against his fingers. you grinned, taking his wrist and guiding his fingers up, "spread me and rub in circles up near the top, okay?"

"okay." he agreed readily, desperate to be told what to do to avoid screwing up. he scooted closer and spread your pussy with his fingers making a 'v' and he took notice of how when he did that he got to see how pink your pussy was on the inside. then he used his thumb to lightly swirl circles into the bud at the top of your cunt. he didn't want to press too hard and possibly make you uncomfortable, you're so tender and sweet down here, he wasn't the type to brazenly start a new task without caution. he wanted to treat you kindly.

your body arched in reaction to his touch, the muscles in your legs flexing subtly under his attention. "that's good, amajiki . . . good, now-- um, you can press a little more . . . 'n you can change directions every once in a while." you advised with this way too perfect expression on your face, something tamaki was going to be thinking of for probably the rest of time.

"oh, alright." was it this easy? he just had to do what you said and keep up a good rhythm to get you squirming against his palm? "is this good?" he asked, just to make sure.

"yes! please don't stop, amajiki . . . just keep doin' that."

"i won't stop." he reassured you, heart aching at how cute you sounded, how was he this lucky? not as lucky as mirio for getting this all the time but damn this was good for him too, even if it'd just be this once.

playing with a pussy was louder than he thought it'd be, it made these small wet schlick sounds that made him surprisingly burn.

tamaki used the 'v' of his fingers to rub up and down along your slit, gently pinching and playing with your lips and rubbing your arousal into the hot flesh. he kept up the circling where you wanted him to and occasionally switched from clockwise to counterclockwise.

"put a finger-- inside, inside," you had a begging note to your now whiny voice, your pitch had picked up and up as he continued steadily with his hands, your body reacting beautifully to his simple touches.

tamaki swallowed loudly, rubbing his middle finger against your hole and gasping softly as it easily slipped inside your soft pussy. it was so hot inside, and he had to stifle a moan when he felt your cunt part for him, it was so easy to have you spread out on his finger in one swift press. tamaki pulled the digit out and pushed it back in. watching a piece of him disappear inside you was immediately addicting.

"more, c'mon, jiki." you encouraged him sweetly.

another finger was eased inside, and then quickly another once you started shifting your hips into his palm as he made a gentle come hither motion.

tamaki was close to panting watching your little cunt clench on his three digits, your slick coating and stringing between the gaps in his fingers.

"you . . . it doesn't hurt right?" he asked softly, eyeing your pinched up face.

a smile broke out across your lips, "no, it feels good." your lashes fluttered. "can you take off your pants for me?"

tamaki gave a single nod and carefully retrieved his fingers, staring at the thick layer of your arousal on his skin. you took him by his wrist and popped the offending appendages in your mouth, sucking your taste off of him. tamaki gave a little whine, his forehead wrinkling and his jaw muscles flexing. when you released him a glob of saliva stretched out into a string and connected your lips to his fingertips.

"there!" you told him and began to unclip your bra.

"thanks . . ." he would need to process that later. tamaki hooked his thumbs into his waist band and pulled his pants off, leaving him in his shirt and underwear, his erection stretching the fabric.

he watched your tits spill from your bra, but he didn't have time to stare mindlessly at them because you were trying to take his shirt off for him. tamaki lifted his arms and shut his eyes, ready to do whatever you wanted of him. so if that meant you wanted his shirt off then his shirt was coming off, even if it made his spine curl self consciously and draw his elbows close to his ribs.

"wow, you're pretty." you told him, fingers exploring his chest and shoulders, giving him goosebumps and a tremble in his breath.

"y--you too." tamaki returned in a hushed tone. he relaxed at the praise, his muscles loosening once more as he let himself enjoy your contact.

"touch her." mirio advised from the sidelines, and tamaki jumped to follow his words, his hands resting on your waist. feeling a little too eager he cupped your tits, testing their weight and feel in his palms. so soft. he'd never gotten to see actual breasts before, let alone touch them like he was now. his cock ached with how hard it was, all his blood leaving his head and heading to the throbbing place between his legs.

"can you get the lube from my bag for me, jiki?" you asked, your soft hands massaging his shoulders.

tamaki slipped down to hold your waist again, leaning over to root through your bag with one hand until he found the bottle.

you palmed his bulge, making him jolt as his stomach spiked with butterflies. "ah!" he squeaked, hand tightening around the bottle and his ears twitching to stand straight up like little red beacons. you hummed in amusement, laying yourself back down but keeping your finger anchored by his waistband, pulling him closer by his boxers. the thin fabric being pulled away allowed his dick to stand up against his belly, exposing the pearly dots of precum smearing down his length.

"it's so red, you poor thing." you sounded genuine, your quick fingers diving in to caress his cock, paying attention to the swollen red tip.

"ahhh . . that-- it's sensitive, please, be careful." he hissed, covering his mouth and his soft cries.

"don't worry, jiki, remember, i've handled a cock before." your eyes glanced over to your boyfriend briefly, a little coy smile rounding out your cheeks.

a girl was actually touching his dick. your hand wrapped around his length and your other hand pushed his underwear down his thighs, exposing him completely. now you were massaging his balls in your hand, drawing a low whine from his chest.

"lookit you, your cock's big."

tamaki couldn't help but glance at mirio and his monster dick sitting out in the open. tamaki wasn't sure if he could call himself big, but watching your fist struggle to close around him did send his pulse racing.

"i-- i dunno about big." he mumbled his honest thoughts while trying to keep his hips from rocking into you. his fists were clenched so tightly he was sure he had warped the bottle of lube with his grip.

you had your legs spread again, showing your dripping pussy for him to admire. you had him by his dick, rubbing the thick tip against your pussy lips and the delicate flesh was so gooey and so hot on his sensitive head he got chills. "i mean, look at how big you are up against my little cunt . . . the tip alone feels heavy on my clit, see?" a groan creaked out of tamaki at your words, his head lolling and his eyes fluttering shut briefly, his hips moving to grind his tip into your twitchy bud. your pussy really did look small in comparison, was he going to fit? of course he would if mirio could.

"tamaki, do you want a condom? i know me 'n mirio are fine with none, but i just wanna double check before we go further." you suddenly said semi-seriously. "i just want to be cautious of your comfort."

"yeah, i know what i said earlier may contradict that, but seriously do whatever, i'm just watching." mirio popped in to add, a smile audible in his voice.

tamaki's face was burning up like a sparkler in july, his eyes wide and glued to where his dick was centimeters from being inside your pulsing cunny. he cleared his throat, a little relieved that he was being seriously thought of during all this. he was also a whole lot embarrassed over the fact he had to admit he didn't want a condom. he wanted to feel all of you, be as close as possible and use this opportunity to the fullest.

"thank you . . but, uh, i'm good with--with um, no condom." he gripped the sheets, shuffling closer to your body laid out before him.

"then lube up your dick, tamaki. she really wants it, see?" mirio spoke up, his breathing picking back up in tamaki's ears.

tamaki looked at his friend and then back to you, a nervous wobble to his lips. you nodded eagerly, grinning in a familiar sweet way.

"uh-huh . . ." tamaki mellowed his anxious hold on the bottle of lube and flipped the lid off. his hand shook scantly as he drizzled some onto his dick, sighing as you stroked his shaft for him, spreading the slick substance around.

your eyes were hooded and your body relaxed. "alright then, amajiki. 'm ready when you are."

"okay." he whispered, narrow eyes bouncing between your pussy and your encouraging face.

"i'm just gonna . . ." he slid his hips forward, closing the distance between your bodies. you kept yourself spread pretty for him, even as his hard cock gently breached you. the swollen head went first, and when your coaxing moan resonated the rest of him went next, the overwhelming pull driving him crazy. he couldn't help it, he was obsessed, watching his dick disappear inside your hot lips and snugly be massaged by your velvety pussy.

tamaki moaned pleasantly, his thighs quivering already and his body burning up like a lit wick. "'s, uahh . . . warm, you're so warm." he muttered like a blubbering idiot, his head dropping forward to plant his face in your shoulder.

your fingers wove through his hair, cradling the back of his head. "lemme know when you wanna move." you told him, your lavish thighs compressed around his hips.

"now, i wanna move now," tamaki said in an undertone, hopelessly desperate to continue.

"then move, jiki." you told him, "move your hips, you know how."

he made a bashful sound. sure, he's humped his bed before but he's never fucked. this wasn't going to be smooth, but you didn't seem to care, and mirio didn't either.

tamaki slowly rose from his hiding place, and as he stared down at you the solid reality that he had his cock buried inside the pussy of his best friends' girlfriend hit him. never in his wildest dreams or guilty fantasies would he think this was remotely possible. before he fell victim to the clutches of performance anxiety he reminded himself he didn't have time to be unsure. he had to use this chance to the fullest, and his body really was itching to fuck deeper-- so he moved.

he started out hesitantly, getting used to the new movements as the rock of his hips turned into more fluid thrusts, his dick getting wonderfully submerged in your hot insides. every entry made a wet sound, and when his thighs gently collided with your ass it made a muffled slap just like in the porn he watched by himself late at night when he couldn't stop thinking about you. that little erotic noise grew as he put more power into his movements.

you kept making perfect, adorable little moans with every press forward, your breathing labored with your pleased cries that kept bubbling up like sweet soda pop.

you were so fucking soft inside, he couldn't get over that. his fuzzy brain couldn't stop thinking about you. he grinded his teeth and kept a steady tunnel vision on the parting of your cunts lips unfurled on his cock. you were making his dick wet, your slick doing a much better job than any lube ever could, but he was pretty sure it was supposed to be the other way around.

"you like it, babe?"

the sudden voice had his head snapping up to find the source, and his eyes widened in shame as he realized he'd forgotten mirio was there. his skin was scarlet, unable to stop the rhythm he'd built just for some potential conversation between you and mirio he had no real interest in, he didn't want to stop.

you made a small whiney sound when tamaki couldn't help but hump your wet pussy harder. not after you were squeezing down on him so nicely after processing mirio's silly question.

"of course you like it," mirio groaned, "god, look at you." he kept babbling under his breath, his large fist moving faster on his cock as he watched tamaki plunge inside you.

you whined some more, head tossed to the side and neck bare beneath tamaki, your breasts bouncing on every harsh press of tamaki's hips. your eyes were wide and doe like, completely enraptured with watching your boyfriend touch himself to the sight of your body getting fucked.

"stop looking at me." mirio told you, not in a mean tone but a quick order he wholeheartedly expected you to follow. "i'm not the one fucking you."

tamaki inhaled a sharply when you suddenly looked him in the eye, your gaze piercing his heart. his fingers dug into the soft skin laying at your hips, and he groaned softly as he increased the strength behind his thrusts, determined to withhold your gorgeous stare. he couldn't take his eyes off of you even if he tried. your expressions were mesmerizing, and watching your body bounce and jolt with every one of his movements was an unexpected turn on.

the way your pussy was squelching on his dick, your gooey warmth drawing him deeper and deeper with every hip roll forward, it had his low confidence swelling.

it swelled and swelled until his throaty voice broke past his lips, "yeah, eyes on me."

he didn't want you to look at mirio anymore, you were his right now. your pussy was his to fuck.

a sharp, prickly feeling emerged inside him, one he knew he'd been suppressing ever since you and mirio got together. it felt too good to have you gushing on his cock in front of mirio, to have your voice suddenly call his name, not your boyfriends.

"tamaki!" not 'amajiki-san' but a sweet symphony of his name pouring from your arched throat.

"yeah," tamaki groaned, your name escaping his lips like a precious prayer.

"'m close, so close, t'maki, 'maki, i--" you suddenly groaned. your hand fumbled for his, shakily guiding him to press his palm against your lower belly, his thumb naturally resting against your clit.

he picked up what you were wanting pretty quickly, his thumb swiping back and forth and circling the swollen bud as he continued to thrust. he was grateful he was good at multitasking.

your pussy spasmed around his cock, it was the best feeling in the world. tamaki watched starry eyed as his forbidden crush curled her toes and wrapped her warm thighs tight around his hips. forcing him deep inside your depths so you could clench, clench, and clench down on his length. tamaki's eyes fluttered and he was so, so close-

mirio suddenly stood from his chair and stalked over to you, ignoring tamaki's grinding into your quivering body. his best friend towered over the bed with his fist moving fast over his hard cock, jerking himself off over your euphoric expression. your eyes were barely open, yet your tongue lolled out automatically once you saw your boyfriend's bright red tip hovering over your chin. mirio groaned and spilled his load across your cheeks, a few strings landing on your taste buds before you quickly swallowed. tamaki watched with his jaw loose, his dick twitching inside your cunt.

the room was full of heavy breathing as the moment winded down. your body melted into the sheets as mirio pulled his pants back up and kissed your head, his thumbs tenderly wiping his spend from your skin. tamaki settled and sat on his knees, your legs resting over his thighs. tamaki pulled out and hissed softly, his erection heavily resting against your wet pussy instead of residing inside it's warmth.

you tilted your face away from mirio's gentle touches, "wait," you swallowed, "you-- you didn't cum."

tamaki froze up, his body catching fire all over again despite just cooling down. "oh, um. yeah, sorry . . ?" he nervously squeezed at the fat of your thighs before realizing what he was doing and letting go.

mirio turned to look at him next, a comically sad frown on his face, "oh, man, for real? i totally thought you did!"

tamaki was supremely embarrassed, his ears visibly drooping, "i just didn't . . . get there." he awkwardly stated, rubbing a hand over his face. this was horrible, he got to fuck the girl he's been guiltily lusting after, and he doesn't even cum? how lame could he be?

"well, where do you wanna cum, amajiki-kun?" you asked softly, your breathing still uneven with pretty little gasps woven into your words.

"um, what?"

"you think we'd just let you leave without cumming? i'm a better friend than that!"

tamaki blinked owlishly at the couple.

"do you wanna cum inside?" you pulled your thighs apart to expose your puffy lips to him.

"inside?" tamaki gulped.

"uh-huh, inside."

he had been dreaming of cumming deep inside your cunt for he doesn't know how long but he simply hesitated.

"where do you want it, hun?"

tamaki glanced at mirio before looking at the bedsheets "your face." tamaki muttered his answer softly.

laughter bursted out of mirio, and he clapped a hand on tamaki's bare shoulder blade, "ohh!" he giggled. tamaki flinched, his eyes blowing wide and his face running hot like a heatwave had passed over him alone.

mirio bent down to quietly snicker in his ear, "you liked that, huh?"

shyly, tamaki nodded and covered his mouth. "a little, yeah." he spoke into his palm.

"a little, he says!"

"mirio, chill out, babe." you sat up, an amused grin on your lips, obviously sharing mirio's thoughts on the matter. you two were really in sync.

mirio removed his hand from tamaki's shoulder, "alrighty!"

eventually the trio changed positions. mirio settled back into his chair to enjoy the last act while tamaki sat at the edge of the bed with you on the ground between his knees. tamaki's dick ached, his stomach flipping knowing he was the center of attention and he didn't mind it for once. this moment was all for him.

your face was so pretty, so perfect. he liked everything about it, from your eyes gazing up at him all sweet-like, the slopes of your brows making your face look oh so innocent. to your lips just barely kissing at his balls when you spoke, "do you want help?"

tamaki nodded silently. he could still see the remains of mirio's white streaks on your cheeks.

his cock was still slick, but drying, and he watched enamored as you spat on his shaft, dribbling your drool along the veins of his dick. you worked on spreading it with a loose curl of your little fingers around his girth, gently pumping him. each pump made his dick shift and gently tap his dark rosette tip across the high point of your cheekbone, triggering your to eye wink cutely at him as if preparing for a picture.

tamaki groaned softly, nothing more than a low exhale that carried a little too much voice. your hand felt so different than his own, softer and more gentle. the softness of a girl was irreplaceable.

you continued to jerk him off, casually licking at his shaft and spitting on him when you deemed it too 'dry', even though the pace of your hand made a deafening slick squelch that had his ears burnt red. tamaki couldn't help but start panting, getting all worked up again as you popped your mouth open just waiting for him to cum across your pink tongue. his belly was all fluttery and his fingers were knotted up in the sheets, unsure if he could touch you right now.

he was already so close earlier, and this new intimate view just had him rushing closer and closer to the edge.

"you want his cum all over your face, gorgeous?" mirio asked you, still in his chair. he was reclined back a little, his fingers running through his golden hair like he was trying to contain himself.

you made a small "uh-huh" sound, your mouth gaping wider and your eyes fluttering shut, lashes fanning over the apples of your cheeks elegantly. precum leaked from his swollen head, dripping down your knuckles in pearly beads.

tamaki was close, his groans morphing into bitten off inhales. he watched you swallow around nothing as drool strung from your bottom lip. he couldn't take it anymore and tipped his head back, his hand moving without him meaning for it to as he cupped the back of your head. you used your unoccupied hand to cup and massage his balls in return, making him flex his thighs.

"what're you looking away for? don't you wanna at least watch when you cum across my girls face?" mirio's voice made tamaki snap his head forward, his body burning as he nodded, yeah, yeah, he wanted to see it.

"sorry, yeah-- i'm, 'm just ahh . . .yeah, close." tamaki barely got the words out. because when you peeked an eye open your tongue extended out a bit more and your eyebrows were crinkling along your forehead and you just looked so cute he--

tamaki moaned softly, the build up in his abdomen coming loose as he finally got over the last couple leaps before he made it to heaven. he did his best to watch, his shoulders tensing up while his legs shuddered.

his cum came out thick and in long strings that shot far past your mouth. the first rope of white went over your head and landed on your lower back where it was arched between his legs, and then it got in your hair, next your forehead before his last dribbles invaded your mouth.

you gasped. your eyelids twitched and your lashes curled upwards the tighter you squeezed them shut. tamaki let out a grand exhale, his body turning into mush, yet he resisted melting into the bed. instead he slumped forward and shakily cupped your face with his searing palms. he watched your lips pucker as you tasted him. you swallowed and tamaki was surprised, he had expected you to spit his flavor out at his feet in all honesty.

"you okay?" he asked you before looking over your head at mirio for guidance. tamaki tried to catch his breath, gulping and blinking quickly like he could will himself out of his orgasmic high faster. your breathing was slowing too, your chest rising and falling in a more relaxed fashion.

"relax, she's fine. aren't you, babe?"

"mmyeah. is it near my eyes amajiki-kun?"

"uh, not too close, no." tamaki gently swiped his thumb around your eyes just in case. he also wiped away the spend on your forehead, grimacing when it got in your hair a little. your eyes fluttered open and a charming, tiny smile tilted up the corners of your perfect lips. tamaki memorized it as well as he could in that moment.

soon mirio was standing beside the pair, a silly grin taking up the majority of his face. "oooh, unintentional backshots. nice."

your turned your head out of tamaki's hold and made a noise of intrigue. "wow, i thought i imagined that feeling for a sec."

"i'm sorry, i wasn't trying to just-- just, i didn't mean to--"

"it's fine, it's not like this hasn't happened before. i'm just glad you came so hard, i was a little worried you wouldn't because you were nervous or something." you interrupted his anxious apologies, your hands gently settling on his spread thighs. "was it good, tamaki?"

tamaki's lashes fluttered and his breath hitched at the use of his first name. "yes."

"good. that's all that matters." you looked up at your boyfriend, "sorry, mirio, i know you said you wanted to see him cum inside, but maybe next time. this was a good first time, though, don't you think?"

mirio gave you a solid nod and squatted down to your level on the ground, "it's fine! you took the words out of my mouth earlier, all that matters is everyone had a good time." he kissed your cheek and pulled you into his big side. "you were so great, baby." immediately you preened at the praise.

tamaki was reeling, his head suddenly dizzy, "wait-- n-next--? what do you mean next time?"

mirio quirked a brow, and the couple between his legs shared a mischievous look, "you didn't think this would be a one time thing did you?"

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the first week

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | baby series

pairings: diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli x female!reader (separate)

warnings: babies

before i officially start the series: if you would like to be on a tag list for this series please let me know! i didn't make one for the pregnancy series because it slipped my mind but i noticed a lot of the same people returning lol. secondly, quite a few people have sent me family/baby requests but instead of making them totally separate parts, im just going to add them into this series! so if you get a tag from me, your request is in the prompt somewhere (ex: @dragontamereg for khanreiah eyes) ♡( ◡‿◡ ) enjoy

diluc

If you thought one baby was difficult, try two.

And it didn’t help that you were still exhausted from the birth. Diluc felt like he was going into overdrive between tending to you and his new children. The first week felt like a never ending cycle of feeding, changing, bathing and sleeping.

Neither of you tried to be in a bad mood, but the sleepless nights and fatigue were catching up faster than you anticipated.

You had just laid down when Clara started to whine in the bassinet next to your bed. Her cries woke up Isaac and soon both babies were fussy. Your eyes pried open and you leaned over to rock the bassinet, shushing the newborn.

Diluc groaned next to you and sat up. He had dark bags under his eyes and his hair was frizzy and messy from not being able to shower in a few days.

“Can you calm Isaac down?” You asked tiredly, lifting Clara up and bringing her over to the bed.

“Why can’t you? I thought we said we would take turns,” He grumbled, though he was already getting out of bed and walking to the other side. You rolled your eyes and rocked Clara in your arms, brushing your finger against her soft tuft of hair.

“Because this isn’t something we can take turns at, Diluc,” You snapped back.

He sighed and climbed back into bed, Isaac now in his arms. The room was silent except for the occasional whines and noises from the babies. You had come to the conclusion that they just liked to wake you up for fun.

After a while, you turned your head to the side and melted at the scene. Isaac was laying on top of Diluc’s chest and they had both fallen asleep. Diluc’s mouth hung open and the baby snuggled into his warmth. You reached over to brush a lock of hair out of Diluc’s face, “My boys,” You said quietly.

At your touch, Diluc jolted awake. He was careful not to disturb Isaac, “Did I fall asleep?”

“You did,” You said, the ghost of a smile on your face. You put both babies back into their respective bassinets and Diluc lifted the blanket so you could slide next to him. “I don’t want to argue.”

“Me either,” Diluc agreed, wrapping his arms around you, “It’s just the first week. I’m sure it’ll get much easier.”

kaeya

To say Kaeya was attached to your daughter was an understatement. When you weren’t feeding her, Kaeya was tending to her. He held her close to him every chance he got, even offering to change and bathe her so you could sleep.

And he was so, so gentle with her. He didn’t know it was possible to love someone so much. You had gotten into the habit of just watching Kaeya. You didn’t know if you were ever going to have another child one day, so you treasured these moments like diamonds.

“Kaeya? The shower’s open,” You called out, twisting water out of your hair and wrapping a towel around yourself. When you didn’t get an answer, you raised an eyebrow. You changed into clean clothes and poked your head into the hallway to see the light to the nursery was on. “Kae?”

You poked your head into the nursery and stopped in the doorway, a smile creeping onto your tired face.

Calla laid on the changing table with Kaeya hovering above her. She barely kicked her feet, something she was just learning to do, and Kaeya struggled to get her legs into her onesie. “Come on, Princess,” He pleaded, tickling the bottom of her feet. Calla made a noise and Kaeya took the opportunity to dress her finally.

Once he lifted her up, he noticed you standing in the doorway. “Very cute,” You said softly, teasing Kaeya. Your husband smiled proudly.

“How was your shower?” He asked, looking for a pacifier to give to Calla.

“It was nice. You can take one now if you want,” You said. Kaeya looked down at Calla and hesitated. “I promise she’ll be here when you get out.”

You took Calla from Kaeya and brought her into your bedroom. After feeding her, you held her in your arms and she stared at you with wide eyes. Like Kaeya, she had his unique star pupil. Neither of you knew that was something that could be passed down but Kaeya was beyond shocked that it was. He wished she didn’t have it, saying something about how it didn’t represent her, but you liked it.

Calla yawned and you laid her beside you in the bassinet, rocking it before she fell asleep. Kaeya joined you in bed a little while later and rubbed his face against your shoulder, “I’ll grab her the next time she wakes up.”

“How did I get stuck with someone so wonderful?” You asked, throwing your head back. Kaeya shrugged and kissed your forehead before snuggling close to you. His eyes never left the bassinet.

childe

You didn’t know what to expect during the first week of Nikolai’s life but it definitely wasn’t a shower of gifts from your boyfriend. It seemed that everyday you woke up, there was something new on the bedside table.

“Childe, what are these for?” You finally asked after unboxing a designer dress that in no way would fit you now.

Your boyfriend poked his head into the bedroom, a coffee mug in one hand and Nikolai snuggled securely in his other arm. “Just some thank you presents,” He said casually, as if he wasn’t dropping thousands of mora with each gift.

“For what?”

Childe smiled softly and came into the bedroom, putting down his mug and climbing onto the next next to you. “For giving me this little guy,” He said quietly, “I’ll be eternally grateful.”

Your cheeks grew warm, “You helped too, you know.”

“I didn’t have to go through nine months of pregnancy and hours of labor, though.” Childe caressed Nikolai’s cheek and the baby’s eyes fluttered closed. “Do you think he knows we’re his parents yet?”

You stopped examining the dress to peer at your boyfriend, “Of course he does. You’re his father.”

“Yeah, but, you have a better bond with him. I’m just on the outside.”

You sighed and reached out to hold your hand over Childe’s, “He knows you just as well as he knows me, Ajax. You’ve been in his life as much as I have and you’ve been singing to him, talking to him and loving him. He adores you.”

Your words made Childe smile softly. Nikolai stirred in his sleep and Childe adjusted him in his arms. He was so small, so delicate, and Childe would never let anything or anyone harm him.

You snuggled back into the covers, exhausted from being a new mother, and Childe didn’t leave your side. “Thank you for the gifts,” You mumbled, your face half squished in a pillow.

“Oh, they aren’t done just yet.”

zhongli

Because of your traumatic experience in labor, Zhongli was being extra precautious with you. He didn’t like when you left the bed, even to use the restroom or grab the baby, and would much rather bring Jia to you when it came time to feed her.

The help was nice for the first few days since you were exhausted and sore but as time went on, you became ansty to just be a mother. It wasn’t like Zhongli was holding you back on purpose - he was just horrified that you weren’t yet healed from your traumatic experience and something could happen while you were up and about.

So when Zhongli ran to the store and left you home alone with Jia sleeping in the bassinet, you took this as your opportunity. Gently waking up the sleeping baby, you lifted your daughter into your arms. She snuggled into your warm embrace and slowly, and somehow calmly, woke up.

You bathed Jia yourself for the first time since she was born and afterwards, carried her to the nursery to change her into warm pajamas. For the first time all week, you were starting to feel like a mother.

“Why are you up?”

A voice broke you out of your trance and you looked up to see Zhongli standing in the doorway. He wasn’t mad, just worried, and his voice expressed that.

“You can’t hold me hostage in bed forever,” You said, picking Jia up and resting her securely in your arms.

“But what if it’s too early for you to do strenuous activity?” He questioned, frowning a bit.

You rolled your eyes, “Taking care of my daughter isn't a strenuous activity.” You stepped closer to Zhongli so you could reach a hand up and cup the side of his face, “Besides, I’m feeling much better.”

Zhongli leaned into your touch, “You’ll tell me if you need a break, right?”

“Of course I will.”

You made your way to the loveseat in the corner of the nursery and you sat down in it, enjoying the change of scenery from the bedroom for once. Zhongli’s eyes softened at the sight of you with the baby and he went to leave the room. Before he stepped out, he turned his head over his shoulder and said, “I’m proud of you.”

#diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #genshin family #genshin baby #genshin writing #genshin headcanons #genshin x female reader

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