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reiderwriter · 8 months

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More Than Words

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female BAU!Reader

Requested: yes

Summary: After telling a white lie to your family about your relationship status, your forced to beg your coworker Spencer to pretend to be your boyfriend for a weekend wedding.

Warnings: Light smut at the end, penetrative sex, creampie, mentions of Spencer's childhood.

A/N: Thank you for the request on this one! Ever since I rewatched Season 7 and saw Spencer dancing with everyone at JJ's wedding I've been thinking non-stop about him just holding you close like that and I'm going to shut up now because 8k words of that is more than enough lmao.

You can find my masterlist here, and I just started posting all my stuff on AO3 as well, so if you prefer to read there, check it out!

Despite knowing about your brother’s impending nuptials for the last 18 months, it was in the final two-week stretch that you actually started panicking about getting the date that you’d promised them. It was one sweet little white lie that you had made that had just spiraled out of control, but you’d yet to actually manifest the secretive boyfriend who was “very real actually, mom, he’s coming to the wedding actually.”

It was that statement that had sealed your fate, and always one to wear your emotions on your face when you weren’t on a case, it wasn’t long before someone noticed your building anxiety and guilt.

“Okay, spill Y/N. You look like you just witnessed your favorite author kick a puppy or a kitten or something,” Penelope said when you dropped some files off in her room that morning, spinning around on her chair to face you as soon as she caught your reflection in her monitor.

“It’s this wedding I have to go to,” you sighed dramatically, falling into one of the other chairs in the room kept for visitors.

“Want me to help you get out of it?” Penelope offered, patting your hand comfortingly.

“I’m not sure my brother would be too pleased about that, since it’s his wedding and all. My mother would drag me down all the way from here herself if she had to.”

“Okay, so a no-show is a no-go. Then what gives, my sweet avenging angel? There has to be something serious to get you looking all glum.”

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair before straightening up and leaning into Penelope more, creating an air of secrecy.

“Promise you won’t tell?”

“Oh sweetie, if only you knew the secrets these four walls held,” she replied dramatically, pulling a laugh from you.

“Last year, I was so, I don’t know, jealous I guess, of all the attention my brother and his fiancee were getting because of the wedding, and it just felt like every time my mom called me, she would only want to talk about them because of the wedding. I felt left out, and I already live so far away anyway, so it’s hard to have that connection with people back home, so I might have told a small, tiny, inconsequential lie that now actually has consequences?” Your face flushes at the confession, and you can see Penelope trying her best not to blurt out her thoughts, intent on letting you continue.

“I told her I was seeing this guy. He’s amazing, he works in the FBI just like me, and he’s smart, and he takes me on dates to these amazing places, like museums and interesting restaurants and to book fairs. I told her he was handsome and that he looked at me like I put the stars in the night sky, and he just doesn't exist, Penelope. And now I have to disappoint my mother again by turning up to my brother's wedding without a date.”

“Oh sweetheart,” was all she said for a minute, and the sympathetic look on her face made you want to run out of there immediately.

“I know, I know, I need to tell her the truth, but I don’t want to do it at the wedding and spoil her happiness. She loves weddings.”

“And this fake boyfriend is supposed to be your plus-one?” she asked.

“My invitation read ‘To our darling sister and her mystery man,’” you groaned, wondering how you could have been so childish in the first place. You’d acted like any child on a playground would, inventing lies to make yourself seem more important and cooler.

“I think I have the perfect solution for you, angel, but you might not like it,” Penelope grinned from her chair, leaning back and playing with the pen in her hands nefariously as if she’d been waiting for this chance her whole life. You didn’t trust that look, but you had no other option, so you took a deep breath and listened to her plan.

–X–

Three days later, and you were suddenly pacing the hallways with a coffee and a croissant, poised and ready to kidnap an FBI Agent the second he passed you.

At first, you’d laughed at the suggestion she’d made, outlandish as it was. But 72 hours of reflection, and a timely phone call from your mother, and suddenly you were on board and ready to lock on to your target. You stopped pacing when you heard the elevator ding, signaling the arrival of Spencer Reid. You were thankful that his schedule was so regular and timed down to the minute that you had just enough time to ambush him in the hallway before any other member of your team noticed.

“Spencer! Here I bought you coffee and a croissant from that cafe I mentioned a while back,” you panicked, unloading the gifts into his arms quickly, taking him off guard, before checking left and right before pushing him into the nearest empty room and shutting it behind you.

“Good morning to you, too, Y/N. Is there a reason we’re in a closet right now?” he asked, looking down at you with knitted eyebrows.

“Yes,” you gumped, afraid to say anymore.

“Are you going to tell me what the reason is?”

“I need you to be my boyfriend for a weekend,” you finally blurted out.

“You need me to… Just for a weekend?” He looked confused, and you felt your cheeks flame up, as you tried your best to explain the situation for him.

“My brother is getting married in LA this weekend, and I need a date. I told my mom last year that I was in a relationship with a really great guy who also works for the FBI.”

“Oh. So, you broke up with him and don’t want to tell your mom?”

“No, he never existed. Long story, I can explain on the plane, but I really need you to come with me! I’ll pay for everything, and I’ll even get you this coffee and any pastry of your choice every day for a month, please, please, please!” You begged him, so desperate that you were moments away from dropping to your knees and grabbing his leg, refusing to move until he acquiesced. You didn’t have to in the end.

“Oh, sure, I’ll go. When did you say it was?” Your jaw fell open in shock, and it took a few seconds to pull yourself back together as you reacted to his words.

“This weekend? The flight is tomorrow at 6 a.m.” You smiled sheepishly as his eyes bugged out of his head.

“This weekend? What were you going to do if I said no?” He laughed at you a little, taking a sip of the coffee you bought him.

“Honestly? Plan B was to cry, and plan C was to kill off my mystery man in a freak accident.”

“Wow, we just started fake dating and you’re already trying to bump me off.” His smile made you burn hotter than before, as you playfully hit his arm in response.

“Stop saying we’re dating. I pulled you in here to ask you privately because I didn’t want weird rumors circulating in the office,” you pouted.

“Then you better let me out of the closet, Y/N, before people think we’re doing something we shouldn’t be. At least three people saw you drag me in here, you know.”

With that, you rush to open the door and run out, shouting a reminder back at him.

“Just be ready, okay. I’ll see you at the airport at 6 a.m.”

–X–

The flight, despite being ridiculously long, was altogether quite pleasant, and you made it back to California in one piece, Spencer trailing behind you like a lost puppy for a while, letting you take up the role of “airport dad” as you guided him through the airport and to the hotel where the wedding was being held.

“So what’s our cover story?” He asked in the taxi on the way there, breaking the comfortable silence.

“What cover story?” you asked, looking up at him from your phone, still focused on just getting to the destination.

“Where did we meet, how long have we been dating, how much do they know about me?” He listed off the possible questions that his parents were absolutely going to interrogate him with soon. “I need to prepare so we don’t get caught out, right?”

“Oh, right. Based on what I told them, we met at work and we’ve been seeing each other casually for about a year now. I didn’t give them a name yet, which annoys my mom to no end, but I was always pretty private as a child so she didn’t find it all that suspicious. Other than that, they don’t know that much about my mystery boyfriend apart from the things we’ve done together.” He listened attentively as you spoke, taking each of your words in and committing them to memory.

“What was our first date?” He asked.

“Coffee shop. That place I got you the coffee from earlier, it’s called Flondon. I’m a regular there, so it made sense to use it in my story.”

“What else have we done together?”

“There was a book fair in New York a few months back that we, uh, spent the weekend at. You surprised me for my birthday with the tickets.”

“Wow, so I’m a really great boyfriend then.” He joked a little, and you let out another groan of annoyance at his teasing. You didn’t get the chance to finish your conversation though, as the taxi finally pulled up to the hotel.

You climbed out of the taxi after paying the driver, Spencer having already left to grab your bags, before walking into the foyer of the hotel.

“Y/N, just one last thing before we go in,” he stopped you at the door, grabbing you by the arm gently. “Are we… the, um. Hotels tend to get booked up pretty early for weddings, and I’m sure your family will be suspicious if we don’t share a room so…”

He didn’t have to finish voicing his thoughts before you were cursing, not having made the connection before.

“Shit, you’re right. My brother made the booking for me months ago. We just have to go in and get the room key but I totally forgot… It’s fine, right? We’ve roomed together on cases, haven’t we?” You asked, looking up at him.

“No, we haven’t. 67% of our motel bookings allow for single occupation rooms for Agents, I end up sharing a room with Morgan for 15% of overnight stays where double occupation is necessary, Hotch for another 17%, and the remaining 1% is made up of outliers where I had to share with Rossi or Prentiss, but we…we haven’t shared before.” He gestured between the two of you for a moment there, letting the facts sit with you.

“Spencer, it’s okay with me, is it okay with you? I understand if you’re not comfortable with it. We can just turn around now if you want.”

“No, no it’s totally fine. I just wanted to make sure you’re comfortable with it. Morgan says I snore, so I guess I’m not the best roommate in the world.” He smiled at you then, reassuringly, and moved his hand down your arm until it reached your hand.

You looked down at where his hand had entwined with yours and your heart gave a little jolt. Spencer didn’t like physical touch, and you knew that. You tried not to initiate any contact with him, despite being a touchy person, but there had been times after particularly tough cases and with close calls where you’d thrown yourself into the nearest person's arms, and he always happened to be near.

But those hugs had been thoughtless, natural reactions to stressful situations and this was intentional, and more importantly, he’d started it.

“Sorry, I just assumed we should get used to, uh, touching each other, I guess? We’re going to be doing it all weekend, you know, might as well start now.” He gave you an awkward closed-lip smile, and you giggled at his awkward explanatory tone. Squeezing his hand a bit, you grabbed your suitcase again in your free hand, and pushed open the door with your shoulder, pulling Spencer in behind you.

The lobby was filled with people arriving for the wedding, and you instantly spotted three cousins and two aunts from across the room, giving them a little smile as you made your way to the reception desk, Spencer right at your side.

“Hi, reservation for Y/N L/N, please.”

“Sister of the groom, right? Your mother asked me to give her a call when you arrived. Please wait one minute.” She handed you your key, and you felt yourself go pale, turning around to Spencer for reassurance.

“Oh god, she’s coming now, what do we do?”

“Y/N, calm down, it’s okay, we knew we were going to have to see your mom tonight at the reception anyways.”

“You’re right. Okay, right. Okay.” You breathed out, as Spencer wrapped his other arm around you, holding you in a closer embrace while keeping your hands locked together.

“One of my aunts is looking at us. She looks like she wants to say something. Oh god, she’s coming over, Spencer act natural,”

“Saying act naturally is actually counter-active-” but he didn’t have time to finish before you had turned to greet the older woman, disentangling yourself from Spencer’s arms as you hugged the woman warmly.

“It’s so good to see you, Y/N, you know how we all worry about you doing that job of yours. The other week we saw you on the news about that tragedy with the young girl…” she trailed off, giving you a worrying look before quickly shifting her gaze to her actual target, Spencer.

“I think I saw you too, young man. You must be Y/N’s boyfriend,” she smiled at him, waiting to hear a response so she could return to the other matrons with the gossip.

“Yeah, nice to meet you, I’m Spencer.” You could tell he was thankful that the woman hadn’t stuck her hand out to shake his, as he positioned himself mostly behind you, keeping his hands occupied by letting one settle on your hip and the other keeping a hold of your suitcase.

“Spencer? Spencer Reid?” You heard your mother before you saw her, turning around in your place to finally see her, as Spencer whipped his head around as well. “I’ve heard so much about you. It’s so wonderful to finally meet you.”

Your mother had none of the restraint of your aunt, and unfortunately, you’d inherited your clingy side from her, which is why she immediately swooped in to give Spencer a hug. To his credit, he greeted her warmly as well and didn’t avoid the touch, but he kept it short and polite nonetheless.

“Mom, how did you know…”

“You tell me about your coworkers all the time, I’m just surprised I didn’t work it out sooner. I always said that you talked about that Spencer with a fond tone, you should ask your father, he’ll tell you that I did.” You rolled your eyes at your mother’s words, doing your best to avoid Spencer’s gaze. He’d fallen back into place by your side as you greeted your mother.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, You know, Y/N has been keeping you as this big secret for the last year, and it’s so nice to see that you’re actually real. You’re here!” She sounded so excited for you that your heart almost broke under the weight of your guilt, knowing that you’d have to come clean at some point after the wedding. As it was, you were already going to have to try really hard to avoid the photographer and videographer throughout the night so you didn’t have to be constantly reminded of your idiocy whenever your mother got the photo albums out,

“Sorry, the two of you are probably exhausted after that flight, right? Go and get yourself unpacked. The rehearsal dinner is at 8 p.m. so we’ll catch up then, sweetheart.” She left in a whirlwind, having deposited you next to the elevators, and left you with no other option but to do exactly as she said, making your way to your space for the weekend.

–X–

The following few hours had been a little awkward, to say the least. You’d awkwardly pulled away from one another in the elevator up to the room, apologizing for invading each other's personal space. The room was a decent size, but still small enough that you’d be constantly tripping up over one another the entire weekend if you weren’t careful.

Reid carefully unpacked his tuxedo when you got into the room, and then quietly informed you that he’d need a shower. You’d unpacked your own things while he did, trying not to listen to the water flowing over his body in the next room. His earlier touch had ignited something in you, and your heart was beating at his every gesture now, something that you were sure it hadn’t done before.

What was it about weddings that made you so open to even the possibility of romance that even someone so off-limits could become the object of your affection?

So you tried not to listen, not to wonder why it was taking the man so long to just take a shower, not to let your mind wander to a place where it was perfectly acceptable to wonder what he looked like in that shower, and you unpacked and organized your things.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m really sorry but I forgot to bring my clothes with me,” he called awkwardly through the door a few minutes after you heard the water turn off, and you turned to the bathroom, not expecting the sight before you.

You’d assumed from the quiet volume of his voice that he was calling from within the bathroom itself, but instead, he stood awkwardly in front of you, a towel wrapped around his waist and torso, held together desperately in one hand.

“Oh shit, sorry, I’ll just turn around, I guess,” you stumbled over the words, dragging your eyes back up to his face as you did so, whipping yourself around to stare ahead of you.

“No, no, it’s my fault. I was so hasty I forgot my outfit for tonight. It’s okay.” You heard him fumble for his clothes and return to the bathroom quickly with another mumbled apology, finally allowing you to let out a deep, almost dreamy sigh, startling yourself. Mentally chastising yourself once again, you finished your organizing and let yourself fall onto the bed in the middle of the room sleepily while you waited for him to come out again.

You must have dozed off a little because you woke with a jolt when you felt a soft touch on your arm. There he was above you, a soft and concerned look on his face as he woke you up as kindly as he could.

“Y/N, it’s 7 p.m. We need to get ready for the rehearsal.” He whispered as if he weren’t too bothered if you didn’t want to go down at all, content to let you sleep. But you forced yourself upright anyways, and nodded at his words, swiftly moving yourself towards the bathroom he had since departed.

“Thanks for waking me, Spence,” You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, gathering your towels and change of clothes before turning back to him. In the four hours you’d apparently been dead to the world, he’d managed to dry his hair, change his clothes, and, from the looks of the book on the bedside table, read through an entire book twice.

He noticed you looking and cleared his throat. “Sorry, you looked so tired I didn’t want to wake you, so I just sat here and read while you got some sleep.”

“It’s okay, Spence. I guess I was pretty tired. I’m gonna go…” you gestured towards the shower and stepped towards it with an awkward smile, not letting him answer before you had closed the door between you and taken a deep breath, setting thoughts of him aside for the night before you focused on getting yourself ready to face your lies.

An hour later, you were making your way back down to the lobby, having received a text from your brother that that was where everyone was gathering before making their way to the dining room. Spencer offered you his arm in the elevator on the way down.

“Here, grab my arm.” He said softly down to you, a sweet smile playing on his lips.

“Oh yeah that makes sense,” you said distractedly, looping your own through his and leaning into him.

“It’ll also stop you from picking your nails,” he joked.

“I don’t pick my nails!”

“You so do. You do it when you’re nervous and when you lie about something. Last month on that case in Chicago when that officer asked for your number, you told him you had a boyfriend and started picking your nails,” he laughed down at you, enjoying your pouting face a bit too much as he profiled you.

“You’re one to talk. The last time a woman asked you out, you started rambling about the linguistic history of the phrase “go out,” in the romantic sense. She stood there for five minutes before she gave up.”

“Wait, when did that happen? I don’t remember any woman trying to ask me out.”

“Then you’re even denser than I realized, Doctor Reid, because they do it constantly.” Your back and forth ended there, though, as the elevator doors finally opened into the lobby. You smoothed out your dress and tried your best to act natural as the two of you made your entrance.

“Y/N! Over here,” you heard your brother and saw him wave at you from the other side of the room, his fiancee next to him receiving guests.

“It’s been so long since I saw my kid sister. Get over here,” he smiled at you, beckoning you over, and you released your hold on Reid to give your brother a warm hug.

“Now who is this kid sister you’re talking about because last I checked you’re only 18 months older than me.”

“18 months, 18 years, all that matters is that I am, in fact, the older one,” he released you from the bear hug and glanced up to Reid, standing awkwardly watching the scene waiting for an invitation to the conversation. “Holy shit, you’re real.”

“Hey! Be nice. This is Spencer, he’s my… he’s my boyfriend, we work together.” You felt your cheeks flame as you introduced the two of them, your brother looking at Spencer through knitted eyebrows, taking on a faux protective stance.

“Spencer, hey. Mom mentioned you were here earlier, but I didn’t think you’d be so gangly… It’s my wedding, and I’ve been told I have to keep all threats to a minimum, but if I see you getting all handsy with my sister, just know that I have a blackbelt in jiu-jitsu.”

“No, you don’t. You have a yellow belt in karate at most, and you got that at age 10.” You laughed at the man.

“And whose fault is that?”

“Oh my god, it’s been almost 20 years, I already apologized!”

“Apologised for what?” Spencer finally managed to butt in, watching your sibling bickering as if it were a tennis match.

“This little rodent,” your brother said, scruffing up your hair as he spoke, “broke my wrist when she was 8 and I was 10.”

“It was self-defense! You were trying to use your karate moves on me and I panicked!”

“And now, you’re a hot-shot FBI Agent and you get to break bad guys wrists all the time.” He finished for you and you laughed, suddenly glad to be back around family.

“So, Spencer, you’re an FBI Agent, too? I thought my mom mentioned something about you being a Doctor earlier.”

“I am. A Doctor. And an FBI Agent, uh, they’re PhD’s not medical degrees, though. Three of them, Math, Chemistry and Engineering. I also have Bachelor's Degrees in Psychology, Philosophy, and Sociology.” He answered, and you looked up at him proudly, taking his hand as you noticed him growing slightly uncomfortable with the attention from your brother.

“Wow,” was all your brother said, until he finished the statement with “All those degrees and my sister was the best you could do, huh?” You punched him in the arm after that, and you felt Spencer physically relax a bit, twinning your fingers with his as you chastised your brother.

“Anyway, thanks for taking the time to come to our, hopefully, lovely wedding, the reception will be starting soon. The dining hall is just through there.” You hugged your brother again, and, with a breath of relief, led Spencer down the hall to the dining hall.

“That went well, I think?” you whispered to him, conspiratorially.

“Your family is nice,” he replied. “Does he always act like that, or is it the wedding spirit possessing him somehow?”

“If you’re referring to my brother, I think he’s probably partaken in a few flutes of champagne already this evening. But yes, he’s always like that. They all like to treat me like a baby when they see me.”

“I think it’s nice. They care about you a lot,” his words were warm, but his eyes were sad, and you remembered what you’d been told of Spencer’s own childhood and felt your heart ache for him. His mom loved him a lot, but Spencer had needed to grow up much too fast. You squeezed his hand, still clasped in yours and before you knew it you were pushing onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, Spencer. For being here,” you said as his now flushed face met yours. You didn’t let him respond though, simply pushing forward into the dining hall, ready to live in the fantasy of your own making for the evening.

–X–

“Spencer, you were amazing!” You giggled, walking down the hall to your room, stumbling slightly in your excitement and haste.

“Those magic tricks? The little babies couldn’t get enough of you,” you spun around, wrapping your arms around the man’s neck and pulling him in close to you, letting him hold you against the door to your room. He laughed a little at your antics as he pulled out the key card.

“Y/N, are you drunk?” he asked, one hand firmly planted on your waist to steady you now.

“No! I’m just happy. And if that happiness was caused by an array of cocktails forced into my hands by distant aunts and cousins who all wanted to know about my absolute catch of a boyfriend, then that is simply secondary to the feeling itself. And furthermore-” He pushed the door behind you in on itself, and your words were cut off by your legs giving out beneath you.

You were so sure you were about to take a tumble to the floor that you shut your eyes tight and braced for an impact that didn’t come. Opening them again slowly, you saw Spencer closer than before, his face mere inches from your own as he held you in an improvised dip, having caught you just before you’d hit the ground.

“Sorry. I… Shit, maybe I am drunk,” you breathed out, not letting your eyes drift from his own, knowing that if you ever considered a glance down at his lips at that moment, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from closing the measly distance separating you.

“You should use the bathroom first,” he told you, but without making any move of his own, stuck in that pose with you as if he was content to stay there for as long as he could hold you. “You should take your make-up off. We have a long day tomorrow, right?”

You were the first one to move, letting your feet find a more solid footing beneath you and twisting up from his grip. His hands didn’t leave your body as you became more upright though, still keeping you in that close embrace.

“Yeah, I should… I should go wash up.” You said, and he nodded, still looking at you with the same intensity as before.

“Spencer, that means you need to move,” you whispered quietly, and he jumped back as soon as the words were out of your mouth.

“Sorry. I’ll just… I’ll just be over there,” he held his hands up in surrender before moving further into the room, leaving you next to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom and were ready to sleep once again. Thankfully, you of earlier that day had managed to store your pajamas in the bathroom ready for their use. Upon exiting the bathroom, you saw that Spencer was getting ready to sleep too, slacks and a shirt having been replaced by a pair of flannel pants and a very old and beaten-up CalTech sweater, looking perplexedly down at the bed.

“Spence, what’s wrong?”

“We didn’t speak any further about the sleeping arrangements…” he mumbled and you looked at the bed in front of you, still confused at his meaning. “Y/N, we have to share the bed.”

“Oh.” You knew you probably sounded dumb, but after the amount of alcohol thrust upon you that night, that was all you could muster at this point.

“I can sleep on the floor if that makes you feel more comfortable. It’s probably no worse than some of the motel beds we’ve stayed on before,” he offered, but you instantly shook your head.

“No, I dragged you out here, I’m not making you sleep on the floor as well,” you sighed and made your way to the side of the bed you’d slept on earlier, beginning to pull the covers down so you could get in.

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked, perplexed by your somehow contrasting words and actions.

“I’m getting ready for bed. It’s late.” You replied, not looking up at him again, for fear that he’d spot the blush on your face. “You should too,” you continued, patting the other side of the bed, gesturing for him to get in, too.

“Oh.” It was his turn to stand there shell-shocked in the moment, and you almost let out a giggle but held back thinking that would be too much for him to take in at that moment.

“Come on, Spence, I’m tired, I’m sure you’re tired. We’re just sharing a bed, it’s not like you have to marry me after this.” You climbed fully into the bed, making sure that your nightgown covered you decently before pulling the covers up around you. Spencer mumbled something that you didn’t catch, but he acquiesced and climbed in after you. You turned your head over on the pillow to face him, turning onto your side as you watched him turn his head to you as well.

“What?” he smiled, noticing your stare.

“Nothing. Good night, Spence,” you smiled, finally letting your eyes drop closed.

“Good night, Y/N.” He whispered, and the sound of his voice carried you off to sleep.

–X–

You weren’t sure if it was the light streaming in through the window or the rise and fall of a chest that wasn’t your own was the first thing to wake you in the morning, but nonetheless, you woke from the comfortable warmth of sleep and found yourself wrapped around your fake boyfriend.

To be fair to yourself, he was also wrapped around you. Your head had gravitated from your pillow to his chest, his left arm wrapped up and around your back. Your leg had also risen in the night, pulled up over his waist, held in place by his other arm, which was, almost embarrassingly, cradling your ass, pulling you in closer to his core. Unsure about how to go about disentangling yourself, you resigned yourself to just waking the man up.

“Spencer… Spencer,” you whispered, letting the hand that had fallen onto his chest tap him slightly. He stirred a little and then cracked an eye open, looking confused with the situation.

“Y/N, is it time for the wedding?” He asked through half-lidded eyes, evidently wanting nothing more than to fall back into whatever dreams he was having. You shifted uncomfortably in his arms then, suddenly growing stiff in the position you’d probably held for hours, and found your nightgown had risen dangerously high on your body, his hand on your near bare ass.

“No, no, it’s just…” You rolled your hips against his in discomfort, and the movement had his eyes breaking open as he finally took in your positions.

“Shit, I’m….Sorry, I don’t know what happened, I must’ve grabbed you when we were sleeping,” he said, reluctantly slipping his hands away from your body, trailing his hand around your leg, and letting it fall onto his stomach. The movement sent a shiver up your spine, as you finally had enough room to lift your torso up, not quite ready to relinquish the proximity of your entire body yet.

“It’s okay, I think it was probably me who started it in the first place. Those pillows weren’t that comfortable…” you tried to explain, the hand on his chest rubbing slow circles into his skin before you could realize what you were doing.

He pushed himself up into a sitting position then as well, clumsily. With your legs still wrapped around his waist, you had no choice but to move with him, suddenly finding yourself straddling him, the bedsheets suddenly pressed away from your body. If he looked down, he’d see a lot more than you planned for him to see, your panties on clear display as your nightgown twisted itself up into the sheets.

“Shit sorry,” he moaned out again, as you steadied yourself with hands on his shoulders.

“No, it’s okay, I didn’t move quick enough.” You quickly pulled your dress down again, and extracted yourself from the bed, lifting your leg up and off of him and finally pushing off the bed, leaving him sat there.

His hands fell into his lap and you started gathering things around the room, readying yourself for the busy day ahead.

“I have to be in the bridal suite at 11, so we have about… two hours to kill before then. Do you want to grab a shower first, or should I?”

“You first,” he mumbled quickly, before clearing his throat and trying again. “You should go first. You probably have more to do today, right?” You nodded at his words and made your way to the bathroom again. Out of the corner of your eye though, as you let the door close behind you, you watched his hands come up to cradle his flushed face, as he let his head fall back again into the pillow.

–X–

The morning was so busy after that, you barely had any chance to talk to Spencer again. You spent the early afternoon in the bridal suite with the wedding party, welcoming your new sister to the family, then made your way to the aisle space set up outside, checking up on last-minute details and helping to flower girls into position. You weren’t walking down the aisle yourself, but you could see that the extra help was letting the very stressed-out Maid of Honour get some well-needed respite. And more importantly, it stopped your wandering thoughts from letting you fantasize about Spencer.

You’d woken up in bed next to people before, of course, but it had never felt so comfortable. In fact, other people you’d slept with said you were pretty distant in your sleep, choosing to move as far away from physical touch as you could get, but you knew with no doubt that you had been the one to move in first, to touch him first. That he’d pulled you even closer had your heart singing, and you wanted to be wrapped up in him all over again, suddenly desperate to seek him out. So you distracted yourself, not wanting to make any mistakes you would regret when you were no longer wrapped up in your own fantasy.

So you kept your distance as the ceremony started. Then the wedding march was playing, and you were holding back tears as his hand slipped into yours, your head falling onto his shoulder as you watched your brother marry the love of his life.

You kept your distance as you reached the reception hall, watching all the old ladies on both sides fawn over him, asking him questions, and watching from his side as he blushed at the attention. You swept the hair out of his eyes as the couple was announced, and you took your seat for the wedding meal and the speeches, his hand falling to your back to guide you to your chair, pulling it out for you like a true gentleman.

You kept your distance as your new sister tossed the bouquet, and despite your low effort and the ravenous looks of the bridesmaids, it fell neatly into your hands as if it belonged there. You ran excitedly over to him to show him and he lifted you into a hug, caught up in your own excitement.

You kept your distance until you realized you’d not kept your distance at all, physically unable to keep yourself away from the man who had somehow stolen your heart in the middle of the night.

“I know that look,” your brother said, somehow sneaking up on you later into the night as you watched Spencer perform even more of his magic tricks for the smaller guests.

“What look?” you asked, not for one second letting your eyes drift from Spencer.

“You’re in love with him,” he said, taking a swig of the drink in his hand.

“He’s my boyfriend,” you said reflexively, turning to the drinks table behind you and picking up one for yourself.

“No, he isn’t. Or at least he wasn’t before this weekend,” your brother said, as your eyes finally snapped up to him.

“Oh, don’t act all surprised, Miss FBI Profiler. You may be good, but I’ll always be your older brother, and contrary to popular opinion, I do in fact pay attention to things.” You sighed and leaned back against the table.

“How’d you figure it out?”

“You were picking your nails the entire way through the reception dinner when the aunties were asking you about your relationship. You did that when we were younger too, when you tried lying to Mom and Dad about how I broke my wrist. Doesn’t take two PhD’s to figure that out.”

“Three.”

“Three what?”

“Three PhDs. He has three of them.” You sighed dreamily and ran a stressed hand through your head.

“He’s just my coworker. I didn’t want to disappoint Mom by coming alone after telling her all those stories, but now…” You tried to explain yourself but words were escaping you in that moment.

“You should tell him, trust me. He definitely feels the same.”

“How are you so confident about that? How did you manage to end up with all of the confidence between the two of us, when I can barely work up the courage to tell my own mother I’m still single?”

“Y/N, look at me. You got the brains, I had to have something. And no man flies to the opposite side of the country on a few day's notice for a girl who is just a friend, okay? That’s more logic than confidence, and that’s supposed to be your strong suit.”

You considered his words for a second, turning back to look at Spencer. Evidently, he’d finished his magic show and was beginning to say goodbye to the children, but he felt your eyes on him somehow and met your gaze. He brought his hand up into a shy wave before a little girl grabbed his attention again, and he looked at her seriously, nodding along to each word she was saying.

“Fuck, what do I do, I’m not good with… any of this.” You turned back to your brother, but he’d left you there, stranded in your own thoughts as you let yourself hope, let your brain dream that one day this would be your wedding and the man by your side would be Spencer Reid.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the bride and groom request the presence of all the couples on the dancefloor for this next song.” You saw your brother again, next to his wife, whispering his explanations in his ear as she turned to look at you and winked as well. God, they were going to be a force to be reckoned with together now, you thought, as people started pushing past you to make their way to the dancefloor.

You recognized the song of course, and it was almost so on the nose you almost rolled your eyes. More Than Words by Extreme. Perfect.

“Y/N, may I have this dance?” He had somehow snuck up on you from behind as you watched your brother, and held his hand out to you. You put your drink down and took it, letting him lead you to the dance floor.

“I didn’t think you danced, Dr. Reid,” you teased him as he pulled you in, letting his hands rest on your waist, as yours came up around his neck, gently letting him sway you side to side in time with the music.

“I don’t really, but it seemed wrong not to,” he smiled. “I’m at a wedding, with the most beautiful girl on my arm, and the couple made it very clear that we should be dancing, so here I am.” You blushed at his words as he spoke. He removed his hands from your waist, instead grasping one of yours in his own as he pulled you closer.

You stared up at him with a soft smile for a few more seconds before letting your head fall back to his chest.

“I know I’ve said it a lot this weekend, but thank you, Spencer.” You said into his shirt, letting him hold you close as the song went on.

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N.” He insisted, and you looked up at him again. “Actually… I didn’t exactly agree to this with the best of intentions.”

Your heart lept to your throat as you stared up at him, hoping that he would take your silence as a means to continue.

“I’ve been… I thought that maybe…” he struggled to get the words out, his face aflame with the effort.

“You promised me those coffees right?” He finally stuttered out, and you were left confused and a little disappointed.

“Yeah, Spence, it’s okay, I’ll get you those coffees for the month, just like we promised.” You couldn’t help the sad smile that played on your lips as you answered him, so sure that he was about to say something else.

“No, I mean… Y/N I don’t want the coffee. I want this. I want us to go home, and make everything that you made up come true. I want to take you on a date to that coffee shop. I want to be a boyfriend you can call and tell your mom about because it’s serious and it’s going to work out between us. I even… God, I even spent the morning looking up book fairs in New York City so I could make that come true as well,” he rambled the words out and you could feel the tears forming in your eyes.

“Spencer,” you said softly, trying to get him to focus on you, but he’d started speaking and he wasn’t going to be stopped so easily.

“And if any of that creeps you out, just say the word and I’ll never mention it again. Because I know I’m not good with this, and when I feel something, I tend to feel it overwhelmingly, and Derek tells me I can be really oblivious sometimes, which I don’t really get, but-”

“Spencer,” you put a bit more force into your words this time, punctuating them with a hand on his face.

“Spencer, kiss me.” And he does. He takes your head in both of his hands, and he draws you up to him perfectly, letting your hands fall to the lapels of his suit jacket as he steals your breath away one more time. The kiss is lingering, but short, and he hesitantly backs away, looking around to spot witnesses. But you don’t care and you pull him back down for another, and another, until you’re just two lovers on the dance floor that cannot get enough of each other, gasping for breath between chaste kisses as you let him hold you there, gently swaying.

“Spencer,” you whisper finally, forehead resting on his, as the song finally draws to a close.

“Yes?”

“Spencer, take me to bed.” You tell him, and he nods. He leads you over to the bride and groom where you offer each of them a hug and a happy future before making your excuses and running away with Spencer back into the hotel like two love-drunk teenagers, a mess of giggles and stolen kisses as you stumble up to your room for the second time that weekend.

But this time, you don’t hesitate, don’t pull away. He backs you into the door and you let him hold you there, his mouth on yours, your tongues entwined as he fumbles for his key card. You fall together into the room, laughing and smiling the entire way, not letting him escape your touch.

“May I?” He asks, playing with the zipper of your dress as you kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck, anywhere you can reach, nodding and moaning your consent. The moment the zip is pulled down, he lets you go for a second, and the dress falls straight to the floor. You're practically bare in front of him, chest exposed, neck littered with the beginning of love bites that he’s about to absolutely build upon.

“You’re beautiful.” He says, softly, wrapping his arms around you again, lifting you up so your legs can wrap around him as he delivers one more soul-crushing kiss to your lips. Your brain is a mess of emotions, your only solid thought is that you will never let him go again. You both eagerly worked on unbuttoning his shirt together, a desperate mess of breaths as he finally laid you on the bed. His hand fell to your core, tracing a finger over your sensitive nub as you begged him for more, needing to feel all of him, to devour his very existence.

He pulled himself out of his remaining clothes, lips still attached to yours, climbing over you and holding you tenderly, his arms wrapping around your body as his legs came to settle between your own. Dropping his forehead to yours, he finally spoke again, his hand dropping between the two of you to line himself up.

“Is this… are you sure?” You heard the restraint in his voice, the desperation, the love, the overwhelming lust as he held himself back, needing to hear your consent.

“Spencer, I love you,” you whispered, and he finally pushed himself into you, joining the two of you together in a moment of bliss. You shared another sweet kiss, letting him swallow each and every one of your moans as he began thrusting into you, your hips rising to meet him in your delirious pleasure.

He whispered sweet nothings in your ears, brushing the hair off your face every now and again to tell you how beautiful you looked, and how well you were doing.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N, you’re doing so good for me,” he pressed kisses against your neck with each word, keeping his pace steady as you chased your inevitable high, already clenching around his thick cock.

“Spencer, I love you,” you let the words drop from your tongue like a prayer, repeating them over and over with each thrust as small tears welled up out of your eyes. He kissed them away from your cheeks, listening to each confession as your stomach tightened and your climax spilled over you. He grabbed your waist then, leaving one hand cupping and stroking your cheek as his own thrusts grew sloppy, finally spending himself fully inside you.

“I love you, too,” he whispered into you then, unwilling to let you go for even one second. You spent the rest of the night whispering the words back and forth to one another, waiting with bated breath for the fantasy to break, for the magic of the wedding to wear off.

It never did.

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kagakuoniryu · 2 months

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Part 2 of the alastor x reader I written when I wasn't feeling well at all

Summary : a new guest you knew from your past life arrive at the hotel, she was that one person who bullied you throigh high school, but she mooks too angelic to be guilty

Code : E/n (ennemy/name)

Tags : fem reader, etablished relationship, angst for the most part, there will maybe be a part 2, mentions of bullying, reader is TRAUMATIZED, english is not my first language, may have some inaccuracy about the show since I'm just projecting, and of course probably ooc characters

After that talk in alastor's room, you hardly left yours limiting contact with everyone...

Well, mostly everyone, nifty still passed by everyday to clean up a bit and chase the boug, you were thankful for it, she didn't treated you differently, she was the same sadistic, boys driven, bug hater lady you met, and you could talk her ears off

"Niff ? What do you think about E/n ?" You started warily, you never openly talked to her about it surprisinly until now

"Oh I hate her !"

Shocked you asked her to go on ; E/n, hated ? The E/n you knew...Well...she presented to others ?!

"Why is that ? Did something went wrong ? Did she hurt you ?!"

"She always interrupt my dead roack show ! She says it's weird and disgusting ! She even killed a roach before I could and that is an heinous crime"

You gulped, noting mentally that to stay in nifty's good side, you better let her kill the roaches herself

"But...isn't it weird how everyone like her ? And how they think she's genuinely nice ? Even alastor likes her !"

"And everyone likes alastor until they he shows his nature !" With that nifty finally stabbed that roach she was after

"You...have a good point...she's showing them what they want to gain what she wants...but...what does she wants...?"

"I don't know ! I have a lot of cleaning to do ! Goodbye !"

"Wait nifty !"

And the door was closed, you sighed, well...it was good for as long as it lasted you guessed...you needed a plan, but you couldn't think clearly in this hotel...you couldn't go to Rosie too...she ADORED E/n and they had their regular tea party...crashing to your friends place weren't use at all, one they adored her, two, it was still the hotel and three, since your words with angel you kinda ghosted them all, thinking they couldn't hurt yiu if you ghosted them before that ; your fiancee radio station maybe ? No, too obvious, and he spend all his goddamn time up there...and he isn't the exact definition of "privacy"...you thought for a second about mimzy, but that girl hated your guts for no reason...or well...maybe because alastor humiliated her last time...

Finally, a bell rang in your head ; alastor ! That's your solution ! He gave you a spare key of his actual house outside of the hotel, and he barely goes there since he is in his tower during the day and at the hotel at night !

Picking minimal stuff, just a few clothes, a notepad and a pencil, even leaving your proposal ring behind, not wznting to be distracted by alastor himself you rushed outside, surprising everyone in the lobby until you came crashing down into alastor

"My, my, my dear, someone here is in a rush"

"Uh yeah...I needed fresh air, you know, the old stuff, figured I could go camping ?"

Alastor's gaze darkened as he looked at your ring finger, well, lack of ring on your ring finger

"And does camping prevent you from wearing you ring ? Or perhaps you youngster has a different definitiln of camping that back in my day, because decades ago, men could hunt even with they wedding ring, and yet you can't sleep with it on ?"

"I just wanted some alone time, calm down al' if anything, send a shadow my way kf you don't trust me, I know you don't anyway for a few weeks now"

Without letting him finish you left the hotel, you almost feel pity to charlie, she'll have a very pissy alastor in her hands until you come back

Arriving at alastor's home you let yourself in, now you needed to brainstorm !

One hour...

Two hours...

Three hours...

Three hours and about 3 cups of tea in...you have little next to nothing for an idea...how the hell are you gonna show this pest real face ?! You needed a real confrontation with her, but she'll never gave it to you, and if she did, she would have a backup plan, just like when you were alive...alive...

That's it !

One of your imps friend that owe you one could go to the living world ! He could retrieve your phone and you could prove your point !

Getting everything ready, and after many days, the phone in your hands, you plugged it in for it to charge and once at 100 % your rushed to the hotel

"Guys ! I got my phone back I-"

Entering the hotel, they were all playing a board game together, not caring about where you went...but you've been gone for at least a good week or two now...did you mattered so little ?

"O-oh...Y/n...you're here ! We...uh...were playing monopoly ! You...wanna join us ?"

Charlie tried akwardly, chukling nervously at your empty expression

"No, I was happy to prove my point, but I guess it's no use, she is better than me anyway, charlie, I guess you can take an other sinner in...I quit the hotel..."

You missed the way her eyes showed her heartbreak at this sight of you, giving up, she really failed you this time ; as you went upstair to make your bags, the boarding game night was ruined, and alastor teleported right into your room

"Hello ma chère (my dear), may I know where you're planning on going ?"

"I don't know al, far ? You all won it, always pushing me to the side, y'all fucking won it"

"I believe such swearing isn't proper in a ladie's mout-"

"Well for once I'll fucking swear if I'll fucking please al ! Because none of you wwants to believes in me ! You knew me long her and you choose her ! Just...go and date her ! It's her speciality to just date whoever has been with me before anyway..."

"What do you mean...? Y/n...?"

No terms of endearment there, that was rare for alastor, even before you both started dating he was affectionnate and using pet names, he always does with women, just a way to make them feel appreciated

"What do you mean 'what do I mean' you didn't knew how my ex boyfriend cheated on me with her and that's why we stopped being friends ?!"

"No, actually...she told us the other way around, that she found her perfect someone...and that you tried to seduce him and flirt with him and when he exposed you you bullied her"

"Bullied her ?! She made my life hell before getting down here ! After I blocked her everywhere she used our common friend she turned against me or even her sister's social media to stalk me down !"

"Well, my dear, I do want to believes you, you know I love you, but I can't without proper proof"

Taking your phone's out of your pocket, and guiding alastor because of his obvious lack of modern technology skills, you showed him your call journal from that time, the recording, the screenshots, everything that proved you were in your right mind

"Well...my beloved, it seems I owe you an apology, with her honey words it seems I lowered my guard and lacked dicernment, could you forgive me ?"

Alastor put in hand gently on your cheek, lifting your face, you nuzzled against his hand before hugging him tight

"Apology accepted...and thank you...thank you so much for listening, even if it costed you to use modern technology"

"As long as you delete that picture I took by accident"

"I'll make it my wallpaper~"

"I'll rip this thing piece by piece"

Going downstairs with alastor was a relief, like a gentleman he offered his arms for you to hold onto as charlie jumped on you

"I'm SOOOO sorry to have neglected your feeling Y/n please !! I didn't mean to ! You were a good friend of all of us and would all feel awful if you were to really leave !!" She started, before being interrupted by alastor

"Well, my dear charlie, it seems someone is still leaving, but not our dear Y/n, someone who's suprisingly not that keen on getting redeemed it seems"

You saw E/n visibly tense as alastor grabs her rather forcefully

"Could you PLEASE tell all the others persons present here what happened between you and my lovely Y/n over here back when you were alive"

"I...I already told you didn't I...? She bullied me ! Y/n is just a mean bully and I always felt uneasy around her" E/n tried to defend herself, nervously sweating

"Really, care to explain this ? My dear best friend" you showed one of the most incriminating piece you had on your phone to the others, making their eyes go wide, and all fell into pieces, E/n wasn't trying to redeem, she was trying to ruin your life, all over again

She felt that for some reasons, many years ago, you were better than her, and that she needed what you had, by any mean and any ways, instead of finding her own hapiness she wanted to steal yours

Vaggie and alastor both kicked her out, charlie tried to say maybe she could be redeemed, but when alastor said that if he saw that girl put a foot near the hotel again he would turn her into jambalaya for everyone to eat...she was feeling rather discouraged

But that was okay, one bad sinners couldn't stray her from her dream ! Everyone in the hotel also apologized in their own way for not believing you and putting back through all your traumas all over again, and of course you forgave them

Alastor also made you a special contract this night, you could pet his ears, all night long, if the next day you didn't told the others about it

And of course you took the deal

~THE END~

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Well, I don't know if this one was longer or shorter than the previous part, I went along with the random imp going back on earth as an easter egg of helluva boss and also because I was stuck in my story !

It's nice to have a catharsis like this to be honest, I don't know if I'll write request or just silly story in one or multiple parts for hazbin hotel you can still send some in if yoj feel like it, just know that I'd be delighted to write for alastor again, he's my all time fav of the show

I hope you enjoyed it !!!

#writing #alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor angst #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #angst #x reader

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lovequartz · 9 days

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to feel the same.

❁ pairing: town doctor!wonwoo x fiancee!reader

❁ genre: fluff

❁ warnings: mention of blood + injury

❁ word count: 1.3k

❁ winter passed and spring came, you're a flower with green leaves and raindrops

❁ notes: this is dedicated to the lovely @jenowithjaem who gave me the inspo behind this piece, thank you <3

you are fixing your hair when you hear your mother call your name. her voice traveling from the front of the house through the open door of your bedroom. you quickly pin a few front pieces and smooth your skirt down before hurrying off to your mother’s side.

she’s standing with the entry door open, and beams when she sees you, “wonwoo is here!” she practically giggles.

in the time wonwoo has been taking to court you, he's been coming by your house more and more often lately. the two of you have been taking walks in the early evening, which was the reason you were fixing yourself earlier.

“you don’t have to announce his presence every time,” you whine softly as you grab her arm. turning to peek out the door, you smile as wonwoo’s eyes meet yours. he looks handsome as always, but today his glasses are tucked into the breast pocket of his lovely navy blue shirt.

“good evening,” he says, grinning when he hears you return his greeting in a much more quiet tone, “are you ready? or should i wait a bit longer?”

you give him an apologetic look, “give me just one minute? i’ll grab my shoes.”

he nods in understanding before you mother gets his attention once more.

“are you sure you don’t want to come in? you know our home is your home after all,” you hear your mother say as you scurry off to find your footwear.

a little later you and wonwoo wave to your mother as she slides the door shut, your arm tucked safely into the crook of his elbow as the two of you make your way down the road. the temperature is lovely and there’s a warm breeze rustling through the trees and their leaves. you wonder if someone like you is allowed to feel this giddy, to be able to bask in the sun’s glow and wonwoo’s simple presence beside you.

soon all your strolling takes the two of you to the small creek nestled just behind the persimmon orchard, the current a touch fast due to the heavy rain last night. wonwoo grips your hand in his as the two of you meander down the creekbank. a quick movement catches your eye and you spot a small frog near the water’s edge. you gasp before pointing it out to the man next to you.

“wonwoo look! it's a frog,” you say, letting go of his hand to see if you can catch the small friend. it does a tentative hop but surprisingly allows you to scoop it up into your hand, your palm underneath it.

its little head peeks out from under the arch of your thumb, and you cradle it gently before lifting it to your beau’s eye level.

wonwoo has a small smile on his face as he brings his own hands to hover just under yours, in case the frog decides to make a leap for it. “indeed it is.”

the two of you coddle the small creature for a few moments more before you eventually set him back on the ground. your hands are muddy so you swish them around in the water of the creek before brushing away an itch at your cheek and standing.

when you turn to wonwoo he has a look in his eye you can’t quite place, and a smirk tugging at his lips.

confusion paints your features as you say; “what?”

the man chuckles lightly before stepping closer to you and rubbing his thumb across your cheek, the finger brushing the very bottom of your scar. “i think you managed to get some dirt on your face while you were cleaning your hands.”

a small twinge of embarrassment flushes through you but you can only continue to stare at wonwoo and mumble a small “oh.”

he hums, looking rather pleased as he continues to touch your face. thumb gently running the line of your scar. part of you wants to flinch away but the other part of you wants to indulge in wonwoo’s attention and affections. so stay still you do.

“you never told me,” his soft voice breaks the silence between the two of you, “how you got it.”

you breathe out a sigh, fingers coming up to curl around the hand that touches your face. “let’s keep walking, i’ll tell you as we do.”

winter age 8

the winter’s chill bites at your bare fingers, not as cold as it was the previous day but still brisk. your sister had run up ahead of you, her boot marks disturbing the freshly fallen snow as she traverses through the neat rows of persimmon trees. your parents had allowed both of you to meander around outside until dinner was ready, your mother had just begun feeding the stove wood when you’d left. so you and your sister decided that it would be the perfect time to play with the kite your uncle had gifted the two of you a few weeks ago.

“not so far!” you shout to your sister as she continues to trek forward, the kite still sailing high in the wind above your heads.

“it keeps falling!” she shouts back, “i’m trying to get it to stay up!”

as her pace slows the both of you watch the kite circle around from a particularly strong gust before it starts descending quickly.

“see, it's coming down!” the frustration is clear in her voice.

eventually, the kite lands between the branches of one of the persimmon trees, and your sister tries tugging it free to no avail.

“you’re gonna rip it! one of us is gonna have to climb to get it,” you say when you finally catch up to her.

“its gonna have to be you,” she says immediately.

you turn to look at her, protests already ready on your tongue.

“i’m wearing my new skirt, mother will have my HEAD if i tear it. besides, you’re wearing trousers and you’re smaller so it’ll be easier for you to get up there.” she says before you can get a word in edgewise.

you sigh heavily, accepting your already decided fate, “fine.”

it doesn’t take you long before you’re able to reach the branches where the kite is wedged. however, due to their height you have to stand up on the branch you’re perched on. carefully, you make your way to your feet, heart pounding as you reach above you. your fingers brush against the fabric of the kite’s side and you lift just a bit onto your toes for a little extra reach. the next thing you know you feel your left foot slip, and all you can hear is your own scream followed by your sister’s.

a dull pain starts to radiate from your back, and you realize you’re on the ground. the left side of your face feels cold, and you wipe at it, thinking you must have snow stuck there from the fall, but when you pull your hand away it is covered in blood. you stare at it blankly before your eyes meet your sister’s who stands over you unmoving, a look of pure horror twisting her features.

her face is the last thing you remember before everything went black.

“she said she thought i died,” you say with a chuckle, “she ran screaming to get my parents, and everyone was pretty shook up before they were told i was going to be fine.” your fingers brush against the skin of your cheek.

“i got treated like a princess for the whole week after. my sister was beside herself with guilt, but she knows it wasn’t really her fault. it was a series of unfortunate accidents that ended with my face being the poor victim of a sharp branch.”

wonwoo looks pensive, his fingers squeezing yours. “poor girl, it must’ve hurt at the time.”

you immediately feel flustered at his words, stunned into silence as the two of you look at each other.

“well, just a bit,” you reply, “it was worse when it was healing, it took everything in little eight year old me not to pick at the scab.”

wonwoo hums, lifting the hand in his to press his lips against the back of it.

“thank you for sharing with me, i’m happy i get to know more about you.”

❁ notes: thank you always for reading! all these recent works from me have been an honor to write so thank you once again love u all

#wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #bee.pollen #fic.

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blueparadis · 1 year

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Hi! I love your writing :)

If you have the time/are interested can yo make TR Mikey x reader smut with Mikey realizing reader is a virgin right before their first time? Either he believed gossips or the reader teases a lot or something. Whatever you cook up if you decide to do this, I am sure I will love it :)

Have a nice day

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Thank you >:)) okay. this was very precise but idk why it confused me. I did my best tho. I love him sm. I'm always excited to write on him >^< hope you love it too <33

STAY WITH ME ; MANJIRO SANO !

୨ content & tags ୧ ~ f!reader, mafia au, mention of brothels, arrange marriage, virginity k!nk, ( domestic ) fluff, f1nger1ng, orgasm control, kisses and soft love making, very light corruption k!nk, teasing, he is a big softie here. word count — 2kish + blog navigation.

“You know about this ?”, Draken throws the newspaper in front of Manjiro who is deeply staring at his knuckles and his rings, sitting on a bar stool holding a drink with his non-dominant hand.

“They made it public. Were you aware of this? . . . ”Draken continues in a harsh tone with his eyebrows furrowing further as Manjiro keeps him playing with a ring, juggling it in between his fingers. “Mi-key, you know what this means right? The wedding is gonna happen in a week or . . .”

“Shin told me that we're going to visit them. Tomorrow. So, I figured . . .”

“You figured what? Y/N is practically in the front page with massive headlines and. . . ” Manjiro grabs the news paper instantly looking at the photo of her. She is walking out of a shop in a one-piece dress that reveals much of her body curves, beautifully, he must add. And except the chauffeur, there is no sign of a bodyguard. How dare he! That scoundrel.

Moreover, it's been almost a year since he saw her or it would be more accurate to say that he was forbidden to see her, meet her, talk to her. The only thread of communication he had with her was occasional gifts, though it was more of a bridging alliance with her father than wooing her.

“We’re leaving.”He rushes out of their private bar,“Now. And Inform Haruchiyo. He is coming with us.”

“What? ”, Draken gasped. “But Shinichiro -san ”

“Didn't you want me to take action? This is me taking action . . . for her. ”

“Ahhh, fuck it.”

Manjiro wasn't angry. He was furious, furious that his fiancee is roaming around the town without any sort of protection. He has been humbling himself since the day this bond was sealed. He had stopped going to whore house, bringing girls in his house or even going to a bar with Izana. The day this marriage was confirmed, he knew he had to cut off all these (bad) habits once she is under same room with him.

She was sent to study abroad, right after the meeting. Manjiro would have easily continued his lavish acts but he was told to behave, told to be prepared for her. And now that she is back, Manjiro was supposed to court her, take care of her, and get rid of the childish awkwardness of a newly married couple. Who knows what happened abroad? She might have been deflowered or . . .

“Woah. What a good day it is . . .”, Y/N’s father rose up folding the newspaper and keeping it on the tea table as he saw three men approaching in his way. Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji and Sanzu Haruchiyo. Of course, they had no trouble with the security.

Without greeting Manjiro walked in to the house, he was determined to meet her. Draken stopped y/n's father with his hand while his lips started to work. “Nah... Shiba-san .... When did y/n got back? We came here immediately as soon as we saw her... in the headlines” Haruchiyo stood beside the man with his eyes on the ground, hands tucked behind at the valley of his waist.

Manjiro smiled to himself as he heard Draken making the small talk. Ah! Geez. He never changes. His eyes scanned the hall. Not a soul was there, not even a servant. He heard quick footsteps cascading down the stairs, his heartbeats escalated, breathing became faster, hands crawling inside the pocket of his slacks. . .“Ahrey. . . Isn't it yuzuha? ”

She cocked her head to a side exclaiming in a bored tone. “Hakkai and Taiju are busy at the restaurant. I'm sure you know why”

“I’m not here for them” Yuzuha couldn't help but smile at his confession.

“She is in her room. Up-stairs. Right - wing. Last room with balcony.” Manjiro was already walking as he bowed his head to give his utmost thanks to her.

He stood in front of the door for a minute thinking now what? He hasn't prepared shit to say and he certainly doesn't want to scare her. Last meeting was . . . he was quite hard on her. He knocked, three times and waited. Within five seconds he saw y/n opening the door with so much zeal in her eyes.

“You should always ask. . . Who is it? Before opening the door.”, Manjiro quipped walking into the room and closing the door behind, without turning so as to keep his eyes on her.

“Are you not surprised to see me? ”

“Yuzuu texted.”, that girl always had a knack for enacting tit-for-tat whenever there was an opening.

“So, within a week. . . You'll have to stay. . . ”

“Stay with you, share bed with you, obey you. . . Yeah, yeah I know” God! What did they do to her? Last time when Manjiro saw her she had no fire in her eyes, no fight in her soul. What exactly happened at abroad?

“I wasn't going to say that but i guess that sums up. Here”, he kept a strip of medicines. “You will have these. I want you to be prepared for our wedding night. Start from today.” Part of her knew what those pills did, while part of her wanted to ask, to hear through his voice. How fucking rude! No gifts, no talk straight to sex.

The wedding day was lustrous and full of happiness. Just for a day, everyone in the Shiba family set aside there differences to make you smile. Yuzuha complained a little about how she is gonna be lonely without her sister and claimed she is gonna visit her soon but Manjiro brushed it off.

“You’re drinking too much. . . Is the crowd making you nervous? Do you want to go inside? Is the food too spicy? ”

Manjiro was kind even for a man who belonged to the obsidian world of blood-bath. His attention was focused on her, her tone of talking, body language. He cannot wait to just have her, share bed with her and fuck her in all positions known to a man, fuck her till all she remembers is his name, till she reeks of him, thinks of him and only him.

He entered the room an hour later than her. By the time she already had changed clothes and was under the covers laying down and thinking about the marriage, this marriage that was mere an alliance and she was just a peace offering.

“Y/N, you still awake?”Manjiro asked coming out of the bathroom and standing near the edge of the bed. The light of night lamp was perfectly falling on her face as she turned around to face him. Manjiro’s heart dropped at the pit of his stomach, cock twitched as her body peeked from under the covers.

“Are you tired?”, he asked leaning over her as he tucked the loose hair strands behind her ear. She nodded and sat upright. He was now sharing the same cover as her, cock growing, eyes glinting in lust and heart pounding amongst his rib cage. He cupped her face so as she would meet his eyes but she jerked his hands off instantaneously, jumping out of the bed and making some distance between them.

“Don’t”

“Why? Did i do something wrong? Something that hurt you? ”

“No but . . .” “I didn't take pills.”

Manjiro got out of bed and strolled towards her. She backed away. He could see her shaky hands, he swallowed and looked away. “Do i scare you, Y/N?”

“No.” There was silence for a few seconds since Manjiro did not know what to do, what to say. He wasn't ready to have babies, not yet. And, now he can't even fuck her raw and he would hate to wear condom on his wedding night. He always used protection while visiting brothels even though he knew all the girls were clean.

“I. . . I want . . . I need time”, she breathed out. Manjiro’s eyebrows jumped since an entirely different fact dawned on him. Could it be. . . she is. . .?

“Are. . .” he cleared his throat. “Are you still a virgin ?”

“What do you mean still?” , she thought.

“umm-hmm” He raked his fingers through his pitch-black hair revealing his dragon tattoo as her feeble umm-hmm echoed in his head. She is a virgin, that is, he is going to be her first, probably for everything. Honestly, he wouldn't have minded if it were opposite since he was dry for almost an year and now had to keep himself under control. Great. He is truly fucked.

“Do you trust me, y/n ?”

“I can try ”

Manjiro laid out his hand in front of her. She hesitated at first but the moment she kept her palm over his, Manjiro lowered his head to kiss her knuckles. As soon as he raised his head, he pulled her against his body wrapping his other hand around her waist. Her body felt warm,less shaky as he felt her nose grazing against his chest muscles.

“So, you're saying that. . .”, he earned her stares on him as he spoke further. “No one was handsome enough for your taste ?”

“It was a all - girls college.”

“Uhhh-Hahh!” , Manjiro lips tugged up. “And they didn't tell you about anything? What actually happens during wedding night? When they came to know about our marriage.”

“I wasn't supposed to talk about my life, this life to them. I made friends. They were nice but i missed home.” Manjiro was taken aback by her ways for two reasons; one : she wasn't afraid of him like others, two: she was innocent but not naive, a little brave he might add.

“Y/N ?”

“Hmm?”

And when she peered up Manjiro pressed his lips against her cheeks just at the corner of her lips without a second thought. He has fucked enough girls to know a woman's weak spots but this felt out of syllabus. He guided her hands over his shoulders as his lips proceeded along her neckline. Manjiro bucked his hips , pressed his hard on against her entrance earning a loud gasp with her hands locking around his nape. Bingo.

Manjiro swiftly pushed her on to the bed. He stood looking at her while she panted vigorously. He discarded his upper clothing, crawling on top her. His head dipped while she leaned in, lips slightly parted awaiting for his kiss. But Manjiro’s lithe fingers worked on the buttons of her night dress. “What? You thought I was gonna kiss you. . . on your lips. You asked for time, remember?”

But immediately Manjiro’s lips were silenced by a kiss. Dry, short-lived and quick. His hands were still on undoing the buttons Manjiro couldn't help but grin.

“Is that you call a kiss? ”one of his hands travelled underneath her thin night gown, way up to her vagina. His fingers penetrated her at the same time his lips dashed on hers. Manjiro wasn't in mood to hold back because her body was eager. She was just a little afraid and by her desperate hold on his arms, Manjiro could tell she was loving it.

He explored her lips and kissed as deep as he could. “That is ... What you call a kiss.”, he whispered against her lips before pecking her cheeks. He added one more finger and quickened his pace, hitting her spot, watching her eyes blanking out, her grips growing stronger on his arms, body squirming underneath his. Her hips reflexively bucked up as orgasm washed over her body.

“Good girl. ”, he hummed as he rolled beside her giving space to breath licking his fingers shamelesly.

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'tis the damn season | Chapter 5

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Julie/Cece (OC, no physical description)

Word count: 4.8K

Note: This chapter includes brief mentions of miscarriages.

Synopsis: After six years away from home, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin was finally going to make his parents happy and surprise his family by spending Christmas in Magnolia, Texas. Introducing his pregnant fiancee to his family is a culture clash, with rural Texas meeting California influencer. Though unhappy in his relationship, Jake knows he has to buckle down and do the right thing with a baby on the way.

The last person he expected to run into was his high school sweetheart and the one that got away, Julie.

The holidays are already going to be hard enough for Julie. Her home baking business, which had started as a fun side project, exploded after a few TikToks went viral. Just when she was getting the hang of juggling her job and business, tragedy struck. Facing her first Christmas as an orphan, the last thing Julie expected was to hear that once familiar nickname - Cece.

After almost a decade apart, Jake and Julie can't help but feel that old familiar spark. Even with the realities of their lives pressing in, they can't help but wonder what might have happened if just one of them had fought for their relationship all those years ago.

Chapter 4 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 5

The ride back to the ranch was quiet, interrupted by the buzzing of Jake’s phone. Fanboy had apparently found Shayla’s video announcing the pregnancy and sent it to the Dagger group chat.

Merry Christmas. And congrats Hangman?????

The squad chimed in with their half-hearted congratulations and pointed comments that they hadn’t expected to find out about the first Dagger baby online. After scrolling through the first few messages, he silenced his phone. When they approached the main house, he barely waited for Will’s truck to stop before throwing open the door and heading inside. “Merry Christmas, asshole!” his big brother called through the window before heading off to the foreman’s quarters and his pregnant wife.

Jake knew he was being an asshole. Will had done nothing but be honest, but he didn’t want to hear those hard truths.

“You gotta let her go. It’s not fair to you or her or Shayla.”

And he knew that. He’d gotten his hopes up after running into Cece in Austin and started thinking about how to convince her to give him another chance. He’d been two years into his eight-year obligation after finishing flight school and had even thought about promising her that he would resign from the Navy after completing it. But when she stopped answering his texts and calls, Jake realized that it had just been a bathroom hookup for her. Especially when she’d ignored him the next year when he’d tried to say hello in the grocery store.

Watching the love of his life walk away from him for the third time was one of the hardest things Jake had to do. Which is why he’d avoided coming home for the last six years. It was easier to get over heartbreak if he wasn’t reminded of her at every turn. There wasn’t a place in Magnolia that wasn’t associated with some memory of Cece.

And the longer he was away, the easier it was to forget. It took a long time for him to not see her favorite flower and think of her. To stop reaching for his phone to call her when something exciting happened or he needed someone to talk to. To not want to send her pictures as he traveled to places they’d imagined visiting while lying in bed together, dreaming about what their life would be like.

It had only taken seeing her in his mama’s kitchen for all those feelings to rush back. Even as the woman he’d promised to marry and was carrying his baby stood in front of him, Jake didn’t want to hurt Cece by saying that Shayla was his fiancée. He’d caught that brief flicker of pain on her face before she’d smiled, and he’d reminded himself that it was her choice to leave. That, no matter their history, they didn’t have a claim on one another. Which is what he tried to remind himself as he watched the firefighter kiss her. Just because he’d promised to be her first and last kiss didn’t mean anything.

But now he wasn’t so sure it was her choice that she left. Had he pushed her out by keeping his deployment secret?

Jake’s musings were cut short when he opened the door and heard his parents talking in the kitchen. Kicking off his boots and hanging up his coat, he crept toward the stairs until Pops called, “Jacob? That you, son?”

“Yes, sir,” he sighed, letting go of the banister and walking toward the kitchen. Mama and Pops sat at the table, holding hands as they drank their nightly cup of tea. For as long as he could remember, this had been their evening routine - spending twenty minutes together, usually after he and Will went to bed, just to talk and spend time with one another. Even when Pops moved to the foreman's house for a few weeks when Jake was 16, not long after Will had left for college, they would keep up their nightly talks.

“Have a good time in town?” Mama asked, watching her youngest pour himself a glass of water.

“Saw lotsa folks I haven’t seen since high school,” Jake shrugged. “Good to catch up with ‘em.” His parents shared a look before Mama pushed to her feet.

“I’m heading up.” Jake caught how she used the table to help her stand and the grimace as her bones cracked. When she neared, he noticed the sad, tired look in her eyes before she crooked a finger at him. Leaning down, he couldn’t help but smile when she brushed a kiss on his cheek. “Night, baby. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Mama.” After patting his chest, she rinsed her mug and put it in the dishwasher before leaving.

“Pull up a chair.” Though said lightly, the order in Pop’s voice was unmistakable. Taking his water with him, Jake sat beside his father and scrubbed a hand through his hair. At the older man’s heavy sigh, he hung his head, feeling like a kid again. “Son.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“This trip hasn’t gone as I thought it would.” Pops hummed, and Jake glanced up at him.

“It’s certainly been an interesting few days.” Jake huffed, shaking his head. When Pops cleared his throat, he forced his gaze up. The older man looked tired as he ran a hand through hair that was more grey than brown these days. “Your mother and I were talking about it, and… we’d like you to have a conversation with Shayla about respect in this house.”

“Pops - ” Holding up a hand, the older man sighed.

“I know she’s your fiancée, but this is my home. And respect for others is an expectation here, as you know. Right?”

“Yes, sir.” Bill hesitated for a moment before pressing on.

“I know that you and Julie have… a complicated past, but that girl is family. She was long before the two of you got together. And she will be respected as such. What Shayla did was unacceptable, especially after I opened my house to Julie to get her work done. I expect her to apologize.”

“I… I’ll try.” Pressing his lips into a thin line, the older man breathed heavily through his nose before sipping his tea. Like his mother, when Pops stood, Jake could see the effort it took. His parents weren’t old - just in their mid-50s - but life wasn’t easy when you did daily physical labor. Bill and Kerry Seresin dedicated every day to maintaining the ranch and making sure that there was something to pass on to their boys. But seeing the difference in them since his last trip to Magnolia made Jake regret that he hadn’t come home sooner.

After setting his mug in the dishwasher and starting it, Pops clapped a hand on Jake’s shoulder. “I’m headed up. I’ll see you for chores?”

“Yeah.” Nodding, the older man walked toward the hallway, pausing in the doorframe.

“I love you, son. But I don’t like the person you are now. I don’t recognize him.”

Jacob Seresin wasn’t a man who cried. He could count on one hand the time’s he’d done it since turning 18, but those words, filled with disappointment, hit him like a bullet through the chest. Tears sprang to his eyes as he hung his head in shame.

He didn’t recognize himself either. Hadn’t for years.

Not since Cece left him.

He’d told himself that she just needed time. That they would find their way back to each other. Before she got into her car to start the drive back to Texas, he told her that he would be waiting if she changed her mind. They’d agreed to keep talking when she got home to see if they could fix it. But he still didn’t know how to tell her he was deploying in two months because that would mean telling her he’d known all along and kept it a secret.

Finally, the night before he left, Jake told her he’d been called up for a last-minute mission. Cece had been silent for a long time - what he’d taken for worry but now recognized as her seeing another lie - before telling him to be careful. She’d agreed to email him while he was gone, and their messages had been sporadic.

And then he saw the pictures of her with someone else once she was back in Austin, and his heart shattered. So, he focused on making himself move on. And the more he focused on making himself forget her, the more he became Hangman. His callsign, given to him not long after he got drunk in flight school and let it slip that he’d talked his childhood sweetheart into pushing back their marriage, haunted him daily. So, he leaned into the idea that he was unreliable. That he would put himself first. Because it hurt less to embrace the idea that he would leave his fellow pilots out to dry than the woman he loved. Hangman was cocky and didn’t give a shit what others thought of him.

Women didn’t look at him with expectation, and for a little while, that was freeing. The first time he’d slept with someone else, he’d groaned Cece’s name into her neck and had been rightly slapped. But as time went on, he was able to forget about her for a little while. He dated and tried not to compare the women to her.

Meeting Shayla had been an accident. He hadn’t known it then, but she’d gone to the Hard Deck intending to make a video about military guys. Jake had gone there, planning to have a beer or two before returning to his new house and unpacking. Word had come down while they were on the way back from the uranium mission that he was issued orders to relocate to North Island. Slowly, the other Daggers were notified of their new orders as well.

But that January night, Jake had been alone, toasting his new three-year contract. Lost in his thoughts about where he’d imagined himself being at this point in his career - married, with a kid or two - he hadn’t noticed Shayla until she was beside him. She’d startled him out of his thoughts by asking what was good there, and that was that. They’d ended the night with him teaching her to play darts and exchanging numbers.

Being with Shayla was easy in the beginning. She hadn’t expected too much of him, which was good as he settled into his new part-time instructing role. She was happy to fill his silence when he came home tired from work and unable to talk about what he did. When it came to dates, she was more than willing to plan where they went. And by the time he realized that the videos and pictures he thought she was taking for herself were being posted online, her followers had grown. When he asked her to stop, she’d pleaded with him to let her keep doing it - that she was trying to launch a career from it.

And, against his better judgment, he’d agree to keep her happy. Try as he might to ignore it, the filming got more intrusive, and he felt himself getting less comfortable being around her. Those rare moments that he could just be Jake with her were lost, as she wanted to show off her “cocky pilot boyfriend.”

For once, he welcomed the series of short deployments he was sent on, anticipating the change of scenery and time away. The only one he regretted was in late January when he woke to a call from Mama saying Mr. Ryan had passed. He wouldn’t be stateside in time for the funeral, as much as he would have moved heaven and earth to be there for Cece. But from across the globe, he struggled to pick up his phone and call her. Hearing Cece upset when there was nothing he could do was a certain kind of hell, especially when he couldn’t even hold her. When he was back, he debated asking for leave to go home but decided against it. Cece’s silence spoke volumes; the last thing she needed was him intruding in her grief. So, instead, he asked Mama to pass along that he was thinking of her whenever they talked. He’d opened a text to message her a few times but closed it every time, convincing himself that she’d changed her number.

Until one night, he’d opened it only to find three blinking dots. Heart in his throat, he’d watched it for nearly fifteen minutes before they disappeared for good.

Jake wasn’t sure what flipped in him that August morning when he’d gone to Cece’s profile and typed out his annual ‘Happy Birthday’ message. He found himself scrolling through her pictures far enough back to find ones of them together. Pausing on one from her graduation from UT, he couldn’t help but smile, remembering how nervous he’d been that weekend. Having been given leave at the last minute, he’d almost drained his bank account to get a red-eye flight Friday night to get to Austin in time to surprise her. While waiting for her to cross the stage and accept her diploma, Jake formally asked Mr. Ryan for permission to marry his daughter.

Sighing, the older man had nodded. “As long as you don’t ask her this weekend. Let this weekend be only about her.” The ring had been burning a hole in his pocket, but if that was the only thing Cece’s father asked of him, he could wait another week until his commissioning.

When he stored his phone in his locker and left for the carrier mess hall, Jake knew he had to end it with Shayla. As ready as he was to commit to someone and get his life back on track, he knew it wasn’t with her. He didn’t feel like he could relax around her - could never lower his guard in case her camera was rolling.

And then, as his brother accused him of doing, he thought with his dick on Halloween instead of his head. As much as he wanted to move on, Jake wouldn’t leave his kid behind. The night Shayla told him she was pregnant, he’d gotten drunk and tried to think of a way to convince her to give him the baby. She’d never mentioned wanting kids, and he would never keep them from her. But she made it clear that she and the baby were a package deal - if Jake wanted frequent access to his kid, Shayla wanted to get married. If not, she would get a lawyer involved and point out how much he was gone during their relationship to prove that he would be an inconsistent parent.

Hangman might leave his coworkers out to dry, even the love of his life, but he would never do that to his child.

So he’d agreed to marry her. But now, seeing how Shayla treated the people he loved, Jake knew it was time to set his stipulations. That started with respecting his family and apologizing for the drama she’d caused. It ended with a long engagement and time with a couple’s therapist before they married.

As he climbed the stairs, Jake knew that Shayla would again demand that he cut contact with Cece. And, as much as it hurt to imagine never seeing her again, Jake would agree to that. If he had to trade his past for his future, he would.

Julie smiled as Drew spun her, tugging gently to draw her back into his arms. Christmas music played as he leaned down to brush his lips to hers. Shaking off his hand, she stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck, tugging him down to kiss him again, smiling against his lips when he pulled her closer. His hands were warm on her hips, and she felt butterflies in her stomach. It’d been so long since anyone had held her like this.

Swaying as the song ended, Julie looked up in time to see Will Seresin grabbing his coat and standing, a wad of napkins soaking up spilled beer on his table. Their eyes met as he tugged on his jacket, and he gave her a strained smile before walking out of Mikey’s. “I think we pissed off your ex,” Drew said, chuckling softly.

“What?”

“He just stormed out.” Julie felt her stomach drop as she lowered her arms, looking around the bar to see people looking at her and whispering. A blush crept up her face as she forced her chin high while grabbing his hand and retreating to their table, knowing that a new chapter had been added to Magnolia’s ongoing Jake and Julie saga.

Which was stupid, she thought, dropping into her chair and taking a sip of her beer. They had ended things so long ago, and he was getting married and having a baby. She was single and had every right to kiss another man. It was no one else’s business - especially Jake’s. But if he’d just made a scene, she would be the one to have to deal with the fallout of it, just like she always did.

The gossip is what had driven her from Magnolia when she’d come home to lick her wounds after Virginia. Julie had naively thought people wouldn’t ask why she was home instead of living with her fiancé. Why she no longer wore the engagement ring on her left hand. But almost every time she stepped out of the house, someone remarked about it. Even running into Ally was hard - for as long as they’d known each other, the two women had expected to be sisters-in-law, but now they were nothing. Thankfully, the Seresins hadn’t turned their back on her and were supportive and happy to see her when she saw them in town. She knew that they, like Jake, were hoping that this was just a bump in the road on the way that led to them getting married.

But they hadn’t seen Jake in Virginia. They hadn’t seen him laughing with his buddies on the beach as her heart broke, listening to the spouses talk about the upcoming deployment. Hadn’t spent every single day waiting for him to come clean and tell her that he was leaving again. That she would be alone, away from her friends and family, in a place she wasn’t sure she liked for seven months. None of them crawled into bed alone and tried not to cry when he crept back in late at night.

After a month, it became too much. Daddy had come home from the firehouse to find her crying after being asked at the gas station why she was home when she should be with her fiancé, her former classmate pointedly glancing at her empty ring finger. “Julie, I want you to listen to me,” Daddy had said, holding her tightly as she sobbed. “You don’t owe anyone an explanation for why you’re back. I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself. If Jake didn’t realize how much he was asking of you without doing the minimum of being honest, he didn’t deserve you. You deserve to be the center of someone’s world, not an afterthought.”

Daddy helped her pay for an apartment in Austin for those first few months until she got back on her feet. She avoided returning to Magnolia for a long time and loved hosting her daddy in the city. Her friends encouraged her to go out, and Julie found herself exploring and enjoying herself in a way she hadn’t for the almost six years she’d lived there. Once Jake had deployed and their communication was limited to emails, it felt almost like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She no longer had to listen to him mumble a soft “I love you, baby, I miss you” as they ended the call or his offers to buy a plane ticket so she could come to visit him.

Hesitantly, she’d dipped her toe in the dating pool. Her friends set her up with guys or gently nudged her toward someone when they would go out dancing. And, at first, it felt wrong. The first time she slept with someone else, she’d gone home and cried in the shower. As much as she tried to enjoy the feeling of someone else’s touch, she couldn’t stop comparing it to Jake’s. It ended with that guy shortly after, and Julie decided she would only casually date.

That night in Austin had proven just how little the Jake Seresin-sized hole in her heart had healed when he’d crashed into her life again, tearing down her defenses like tissue paper. For a moment, as he held her while dancing, she’d let herself imagine what would happen if she took him home. Maybe they’d just needed two years apart to experience life before finding one another again. She’d missed his touch, his laugh, and how safe she felt in his arms. But the pregnancy scare had reminded her how much his arms held her back.

And then, the first time she went back to Magnolia, she ran into Jake. The chance run-in had made the whispers start up again, and Julie cut her trip home short. She knew it hurt Daddy, but he understood when she left the day after Christmas rather than staying for another week.

So, seeing people look at her and whisper in the aftermath of Jake making a scene made Julie want to leave. The longer she sat there, the more she gave them to talk about. As if seeing the hesitancy in her eyes that could no longer meet his, Drew cleared his throat. “You alright, Jules?”

Taking a deep breath, Julie straightened her spine and swiped at the condensation on her beer. “I’m fine. Just… Do you ever feel like you’ve outgrown a place?”

The corner of Drew’s mouth lifted before he sipped his beer.

Jake paused outside Shayla’s door and took a deep breath before knocking. When she called for him to come in, he opened the door to see her sitting cross-legged on the bed. “Hey.”

“Oh. You’re back,” she huffed, rolling her eyes. Sighing, Jake crossed the room to sit beside her, waiting for her to take her eyes off the computer screen. “What?” she finally demanded.

“I want to talk.”

“I’m working.”

“Shayla.”

“Jacob.”

“Please.” Breathing out heavily, she scowled at him.

“Are you going to yell at me again?” Sighing, he scrubbed a hand down his face.

“No. I’m sorry for raising my voice earlier.” Sniffing, she set aside her computer and stood.

“Fine. I’ll be right back.” With a groan, Jake fell back onto the bed, putting a hand over his eyes. She did this whenever he tried to confront her with something - he would say they needed to talk, and she would make him wait at least five minutes before doing it. He recognized it as some way to make sure that they did it on her terms, and it annoyed the hell out of him.

Her computer chimed with a text somewhere around the two-minute mark. Jake glanced at it instinctually - the screen was angled toward him but partially closed. He’d closed his eyes when two words registered: rainbow baby.

Without thinking, he reached out to swipe the mousepad to keep the computer from going into sleep mode as the screen darkened again. Once Shayla’s video editing software was minimized, he saw the text thread with her best friend, and his blood ran cold at her last message.

Yessssss! Then you can say you have a rainbow baby and get so much more interaction 🌈 🤰

Jake felt his stomach drop as tears sprang to his eyes. Shayla had miscarried and hadn’t told him.

But then the second text appeared.

Gotta have him fuck you, though. Can’t fake a test if he doesn’t touch you

Sitting up, he grabbed the computer and scrolled further up to read their chat. And felt the sickening combination of grief and relief.

Fuck you. We just need to get home and away from this hick town. Once I have my Jakey back, it’ll be fine

The message popped up, and he couldn’t help the watery chuckle that escaped. Apparently, Shayla had her phone with her and was responding. The usual flash of irritation at being called Jakey was smothered under the tidal wave of emotion.

And there it was.

Quickly, he took screenshots of the chat and sent them to himself, downloading them onto his phone. He felt sick as he looked at the texts again.

“What are you doing?” Shayla asked, standing in the doorway. Her eyes darted from the computer in his lap to his pale face. Closing the laptop, he stood.

“Was it ever real?”

“Was what real?” At his blank look, she took a step forward. Moving to keep the bed between them, Jake glanced at her stomach. “W-what do you mean, Jakey?” she asked, putting a hand on her flat stomach.

“Don’t lie to me.” The words were hissed through clenched teeth as Jake’s hands fisted. It made horrible sense.

“I’m not!”

Not once had he seen her sick in the morning.

“I swear!”

Her refusal to let him go to the doctor with her.

“Jake, stop being an idiot,” she stomped, tears glistening in her eyes.

Her constantly trying to sleep with him before they left California, even when he said no.

“Were you ever pregnant?” he demanded. Her eyes darted from the computer back to him before she wrapped her arms around her middle.

“I-I miscarried a-and didn’t know how to t-tell you!”

Lifting his phone, he pulled up one of the screenshots and read it. “Maybe he’ll actually knock you up this time, so you don’t have to pretend.”

The blood drained from Shayla’s face, the phone falling from her limp fingers. “J-Jake…”

“Were you. Ever. Pregnant?”

“Yes!” A cruel laugh burst from him, and Jake spun on his heel, gripping his hair.

“Who are you lying to, Shayla? Me or your best fucking friend?!” The texts were seared into the back of his eyes when they closed.

You can probably buy a fake test

Did you see the views on the last video????????!!!! Wait until we do the official pregnancy reveal!!! I’ll talk him into doing a cute one

Fuck, he passed out before we had sex. Fucking drunk asshole

It’s too late to say you’re still pregnant. Tell him you miscarried???? He won’t leave you if he thinks that

“I’m not lying! Baby - ” Her hand landed on his shoulder, and he jerked away from her.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he snapped. Running a shaking hand over his mouth, Jake quickly brushed away the tears on his cheeks.

There was never a baby.

He was never going to be a father.

He’d almost married a woman he didn’t love.

“Jake, please, just - ”

“I don’t want to hear it, you fucking lying bi - ”

“What’s going on in here?” Mama demanded, tucking her robe close to her body. Her eyes darted from Jake to Shayla, taking in the tears on both their faces. Behind her, Pops frowned.

“Noth - ”

“Don’t fucking talk to them,” Jake yelled. “I can’t BELIEVE I brought you here and made excuses for you being a - ”

“Jacob Thomas,” Pops cut him off. “What the hell is going on.” Ignoring his father, Jake leveled his gaze on a trembling Shayla.

“Jakey, I - ” When she reached up to cup his face, he caught her hands, a disgusted smile crossing his mouth when his eyes landed on the ring he’d put on her finger.

It was all a lie.

Dropping her right hand, he held her left and quickly tugged the gaudy thing from her finger before letting go of her and taking a step back. “I want you out of here tonight. Take the rental and get the fuck out. I don’t ever want to hear from you again, you manipulative, psychotic - ”

“Jacob!” His watery eyes rose to see his parents' worried expressions. “Son, what - ”

“Looks like you’re only having one grandkid,” he said softly, shoving the engagement ring into his pocket and taking another step away from Shayla. She reached for him, her nails raking his arm as he walked past her.

“Jakey!”

“What?” Mama asked, eyes widening in shock.

“I’m sorry,” Jake said quickly, kissing his mama’s head before pushing past her and stomping down the stairs.

He could hear his parents calling for him and Shayla crying as he put on his boots and hung the rental keys on the peg, swapping them for his mama’s truck keys.

Slamming the door behind him, he hurried down the steps, breath misting before him. The gravel crunched under the tires as he sped off, windshield wipers doing their best against the snow as he let himself cry.

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Author's Note: Another huge thank you to @mamachasesmayhem for helping me tread the line with this chapter, and making sure that Jake's anger came off as realistic without going overboard.

Now we know why Julie has been so guarded with Jake - she's always the one dealing with the fall out in Magnolia. And, as much as Jake loved her, he was holding her back. Kudos to Mr. Ryan for wanting just one weekend for the attention to only be on his daughter's accomplishments.

Aaaaand Shayla. I'm really happy that people picked up on her not being pregnant 🫣 There's still a lot of drama to come, so buckle up!

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baby-yongbok · 6 months

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One Shot

Mafia!Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Despite being a Mafia boss your husband has a big heart. He has a thing about protecting you and your sister, he's sworn his life to keeping you both safe in everyway that he possibly can so when your sisters partner Jisung is found out drunk with another woman your husband goes full protection mode. It doesn't matter that Jisung is his best friend, he'll do anything to protect you two.

Word Count: 1,064

Warnings: Guns, Mentions of blood and injuries, fainting, Mentions of anxiety

A/N: Happy Birthday Dear Minhooooooo, Happy Birthday to youuuuuu. + This is post #1 of the posts that I have planned for our wonderful, Lee Know. The rest will be posted tomorrow! 🎉

Also, this is just a One Shot that I wrote based off of this ongoing daydream that I have 😭 I liked it so I just thought that I'd share it. 💕

✨️Masterlist✨️

“Minho, please don’t shoot. Don’t shoot.” My hands instinctively wrapped around his waist. I wanted to pull him away from all of this and hold him, I wanted to calm him down and hum to him for hours but no matter how hard I pulled at his shirt he wouldn’t move and he wouldn’t put the gun down.

“Get back, Y/n.” I know he wants me to listen to him, the bass in his voice tells me so. He means what he says but I just don’t have it in me to leave him.

“Listen, baby you gotta put the -”

“Y/n, back the fuck up.” It would hurt less if he yelled at me but that growl that spilled from his lips already did all of the damage, reluctantly removing my arms from around his waist, I took a step back.

“I told you already, pull the fucking trigger.” The lack of emotion in Jisung’s voice didn’t make it any easier for me to process what was unfolding in front of me. My husband and my sister's fiance were at each other's necks and I’m the only one here to witness it. What makes it worse is that Jisung is Minho's right hand man, everyone looks up to him as a second boss and Minho loves him like a brother.

“What the fuck are you doing out here, Ji? With some bitch you just met. Your pregnant fiancee is probably at home wondering where the hell you are.”

“You think I want to be home with her listening to her talk and talk about a baby?” Jisung is clearly beyond drunk but what he just said and the laugh that followed isn't helping his case right now. Minho is in full protection mode, he has a habit of getting a bit intense when it comes to someone he cares about, especially my sister and I.

I’ve heard people say that my husband is a heartless monster who only cares about murdering and money but they don't know him. They don't know how sweet he can be. Even now I can see through his anger, I can see how hurt he is that Jisung would go behind my sister's back when they're months away from starting a family.

“You made a baby with her, now be a man and go home. Go take care of your fiancee before I put a fucking hole in your chest.” I can’t help but cringe at the thought of Minho shooting him but Jisung doesn’t seem the least bit phased which brings me back to what I said about him being drunk.

My sister had come to me a week ago saying that Jisung seemed like he was distancing himself and that his anxiety about the baby was getting more and more intense as the months went by but I never thought that it would be bad enough for him to go out to a random bar and get ridiculously wasted.

“ I can’t.” Jisung hangs his head, stumbling towards us a bit and Minho takes the safety off almost as if by instinct. “I’m not gonna be a good dad.”

Minho slightly lowers his gun and his shoulders relax a bit at the sound of his friend opening up. “What are you talking about? Of course you will.”

“I won't, I can't be good enough for her. Look at what we do for a living.” Sitting on the ground in the alleyway, Jisung pulls his knees to his chest and rests his elbows on them. “She’s too good for me.”

For the first time since I’ve ever met Jisung I’m standing in front of him and watching him cry. Never in the eight years that I’ve known him have I ever seen him display any emotion besides angry and happy. Minho lowers the gun completely, clicking the safety on before placing it back in the holster on his belt. A weight is instantly lifted off my shoulders once I realize that this entire situation is turning around for the better.

“Jisung, you gotta go home, man. It’s okay to be scared, that's normal but you can’t go and get wasted then leave with some girl you don’t know at all because you’re scared you won’t be a good father. You gotta try harder than this.”

“Do you think she will forgive me? For being such a fuck up.” Taking a step closer, Minho runs his hands through his hair.

“You aren’t a fuck up, you’re scared and that’s fine. You two should talk to someone, I can help you find someone but you gotta do something differently. You can't do reckless shit like this.” Minho stops in front of Han and kneels down to his level.

“I don’t think she’ll forgive me.”

“Ji, you gotta-” I jumped as Minho was interrupted by the bang of his gun. I swear that it was loud enough to ring in my ears for years to come. It all happened so fast, Minho kneeled down and right when he went to pull Jisung into a hug he snatched the gun out of the open holster and put it to his head. “Han!”

Minho tackled him, a hopeful attempt at stopping him. I stood there, shocked and praying that the bullet didn’t hit him. Praying that Jisung maybe forgot to click the safety off or Minho got him down just in time.

“ What the fuck.” Minho groaned laying next to a crying destressed Jisung.

“You should’ve let me…” Minho sat up and looked at me, anger and concern were shining in his eyes and as if I read his mind I subconsciously pulled out my phone to call for help.

“Y/n, Call Chan and tell him where we are, tell him I’ve been shot and that we need help asap.”

“You’ve been…” I didn’t want my eyes to trail down his body and search for a gunshot wound. Hell, I didn’t even want to be here but I am and my eyes found exactly what I didn’t want to.

Minho was holding his torso tightly applying pressure to his wound.

“Y/n, don’t.” I couldn’t even hear Minho say anything to me before I blacked out. I fell to my knees and before I knew it my limp body was sprawled across the ground and everything around me faded into darkness.

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ljnsdump · 10 months

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Everything in Time (Lee Jeno x F!reader)

Jeno x Female reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together.

Genre: M/F, best friends to lovers, fluff, smut, tiny angst, late 20s established career setting

Warnings: Smut hehe, light edging, daddy kink and everything but no borderline mean and abusive tings, heart break

Word Count: 4,573

This is my nth story, excited for you to read this just because! I loooooove Jeno and I was really excited when I started writing this in my notepad. Hope you enjoy reding it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Read at your own risk!

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Jeno had just ended a relationship. It was bad, well not so much for him but for his ex. He loved her so much and they've been together for 2 years but Jeno just can't see his future with her. And by future meaning making a family with her, growing old together.

He's overworked himself for this exact reason. He just wants to forget the fact that the pressure of having a family of his own is eating him alive. Jeno spent his nights finishing his papers in his company building. It would just be him who'll be left and the security guards, not even his own assistant. He's constantly being reminded that he's almost 30 now and he's still in young, playful relationships.

That's the time his best friends came in. Jaemin and Y/N.

Jaemin is a surgeon in the making, he's just finishing up his internship as of the moment. He contacted Y/N who was outside the country because he knew that Jeno just needed to relieve his stress.

The three have been best friends ever since grade school up until now and they're the strongest trio everyone has ever seen. At some point in high school the three tied in top 1, their teachers had to verify it again and again to make sure.

"I'm gonna be arriving at around 2 PM on Friday. I have no one to pick me up, can you?" She asks Jaemin on the phone.

He frowns. "That's unfortunately within my shift. I'll just tell Jeno to pick you up. He should be available, he's the only one forcing himself with those schedules trying to be busy."

"Alright. I'll try to call him too."

Y/N packed two large suitcases for this two-day weekend vacation. They rented a small island that has a villa, and of course an amazing beach.

While she's boarding the plane, she calls up Jeno. Oh, and they didn't tell him yet about this vacation nor about her going back home.

He picks up after three rings. "Jeno-ya." She calls him.

"Hmm?"

"I need you to pick me up at the airport at 2 PM. I'm already boarding right now."

Jeno stops everything he's doing. "You're coming here?"

"Yeah, me and Jaem planned a weekend getaway for us. I don't want you to decline because I rarely go home."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could've helped out with the preparations. You know how busy and stressful Jaemin's work can be."

She just loves how her friends are concerned with each other and they always offer each other help without hesitations. "Well, this is somewhat of a surprise for you, you've been MIA and now you're heartbroken. And also a break for Jaemin, you know his work and his fiancee can be bitches sometimes. Don't tell him that I told you that."

Jeno just laughs. "Alright, I'll pick you up. See you soon."

"Thanks, bye."

As soon as the plane lands, she can't contain her excitement. She immediately restarts her phone to refresh the service then texts Jeno.

To: The Unfunny Lee

Plane just landed, can't wait to see you!

She chuckles as she reads the name she saved for his contact number. They used to tease Jeno as the unfunny one before because he gets sulky and pouty right away.

From: The Unfunny Lee

I'm already here waiting for you. See you soon.

And did she ever mention that she's always had the attraction towards him. Jeno always made her feel like a woman. The way he smiles, the lingering stares, the way he talks, it's just different. He's so soft and could never resist her. That's why the attraction just builds up.

Soon enough she got out of the plane and already got her stuff done, she pushes the big baggage cart as she tries to look for Jeno.

She sees her phone ring and Jeno's face pops up on the screen. "Jeno-ya."

"You look smaller than the cart you're pushing." He teases and she immediately turns around to look for him.

"Where are you?" Y/N sees a familiar tall guy wearing black jeans and white pullover walking towards her with his phone on his ear. "Oh, there. Found you." She said and hung up the phone before running to give him a hug. She definitely feels his hard chest and strong arms wrapping around her.

He pats her and says, "Welcome back, shorty. You've grown but not the height." Laughing and pinching her cheek. "How are you? You haven't contacted me for so long." He goes to push her cart for her going out.

"Well, I'm doing good. Business is also good. I kinda distanced myself from you guys because I know you had girlfriends and we wouldn't want them to misunderstand, right?"

Jeno admiringly glances at her. She's always been so considerate and respectful. "Right. But how about you? Relationships?"

She snorts. "I could only wish."

"Why not?"

"They're not for me."

Jeno offered his place for her which she gladly accepted. She hasn't booked any hotel yet actually just because she was lowkey hoping that Jeno would just let her crash for a night before they depart early in the morning.

At night, Jeno, Jaemin, Y.N and Winter, Jaemin's fiance, just decided to meet up at Jeno's place. They ordered a lot of take-outs and bought a couple bottles of beer.

Y/N walks around Jeno's house while waiting for the two. It's just him and a security guard on the compound actually and it's pretty big. She stops by the pool, watching the reflection of the stars on the water.

"How's my place so far?" Jeno asks.

She nods. "Pretty cool. Can't believe it's just you living in a house this big."

"Well, it makes me feel good, you know. It makes me feel that I've succeeded and I can get whatever I want, well most of them."

"Why not all?"

He sighs and stares at her a little longer before saying, "Some are just too hard to reach."

She pretends like she didn't just feel hopeful for a second that she's who he's pertaining to. Jeno just received a text from Jaemin saying they're there already.

"They're here." He says.

"Let's go." They walk together back to the dining area. "You okay? I heard a lot, you know." She asks.

He just crosses his arms and shrugs. "I'm okay."

"I hope you know that it's okay to still be confused and unsure at this age we are in right now. There's really no need to rush, Jeno."

"I wish I could say that to my parents."

"I'll say that to your parents if you can't."

And she's always been strong-minded, and firm. She always knows what she's doing.

When they see Jaemin and Winter in the kitchen preparing the food they bought, Y/N runs to them and gives both a hug. "Hi! OMG, I'm finally seeing you both!"

Jaemin hugs her back. "How was the flight?"

"Tiring. I can't wait to pass out."

"Then just stay here for good so you don't have to fly back and forth."

Her lips purse as her eyes squints in doubt. "There's a lot to consider, not to mention the amount of work. But I've been thinking of it."

"Jeno-ya, talk to her about it. You're the one who knows more about business than me."

Jeno just sits on the table before them. "If she wants to stay, she'll stay."

She turns to him with a knowing smile. "You want me to stay?" But he just shrugs.

"When is this thick cloud of sexual tension between you two ever gonna end?" Jaemin shakes his head.

The night got deeper and it was time to go for Jaemin and Winter. They watched the two get in their car before they head in.

"You wanna watch a movie?" Jeno asks invitingly.

Y/N smiles and looks up to him. "With wine and chocolates?"

"Hell, yeah."

While Y/N picks the movie, Jeno goes to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses then he gathers different kinds of chocolates on a board and brings all of them to the center table in the living room.

She runs to her room and grabs her blanket then goes back to the couch with Jeno. She puts it over both of them and leans to him as the movie starts.

"Thought you were tired?" He asks with a low voice.

"I am." She replies. "I'm probably gonna sleep before the movie ends."

Just a few minutes in, silence filled the room. But it's a tense silence, it's like they're just waiting for each other to say something.

Jeno sighs. "Are you not gonna tell me why you stopped contacting me?"

"You know me, Jeno. I distanced myself from you and Jaem because you guys were already in your own relationships. I just don't want your girlfriends to misunderstand." She explains.

"Why would you lie?"

She turns to him. "What do you mean?"

"You never stopped your contact with Jaemin. I asked multiple times."

Busted. She knows she's busted. "Okay, fine. I stopped contacting you like 4 years ago? That was when you started that casual relationship you had even before Lia." She pauses trying to remember the name. "That girl, was that Karina? Because I knew you'd never see me like how you see her or any other girls in your life. I was so into you and you were too dumb and oblivious to notice. Maybe you were blinded by her or whatever but it doesn't matter anymore. I don't feel that way for you anymore." Her voice shakes at her last statement. That's a lie.

His jaw clenches. "Why didn't you tell me? Everyone fucking knew that I had a thing for you. I was just waiting for you to tell me that you wanted me too."

"I-- I thought that was a joke! You never made it clear, you always smiled or laughed whenever someone mentions it, how am I supposed to know?! You were always flirty with everyone."

"It was true. I was only into you and I only started seeing Karina when you stopped replying or answering my calls."

Her breathing is ragged. She doesn't know what to do, and she's very upset. Why didn't he tell her before? "Whatever."

"Can you feel that it's still you though?" He asks all of a sudden.

But Y/N shakes her head. "It's not that simple anymore, Jeno. I've got someone waiting for my answer in Chicago, I agreed for this vacation because I needed space. I needed time to think."

Jeno couldn't get past the part where she said she has someone waiting for her answer in Chicago. Is he too late? "Y--You have a boyfriend?"

Y/N sighs. "Let's stop talking about this."

They stopped talking but Jeno can't stop thinking about it. He suddenly got so nervous, what if her boyfriend is already proposing to her? What if she says yes? He always thought that his endgame would be her because he honestly can't imagine life with a family without her. Jeno fills his glass with wine and drinks all of it at once.

She slept in his arms, and he just watched her unsure of what to do. He was not able to focus on the movie, all he thought about was her and the missed opportunities. He could've had her without a doubt. He could've.

"Fuck my life." He murmured before picking her up bridal style to bring her to her room. He didn't want to close the door but he had to.

Y/N wears a pair of denim shorts and her dark blue bikini top while Jeno wears white muscle tanks and board shorts. A van comes to pick them up early in the morning, Jaemin is already there.

"Hi!" Y/N greets him excitedly when she enters the vehicle and he fist bumps with Jeno.

They had to travel for 2 hours going to the dock because they had to stop to get groceries and it just felt like minutes because they were just talking and jamming the whole time.

Jeno set his feelings aside because he knew the two set this up for him.

They then ride a speedboat going to the island and it just took them like 10 minutes to get there. Their guide did his job, walking them around, guiding and telling them about some things and guidelines about the island that they have to know.

It's a good thing that they did their shopping because it's literally just them on the island but of course, they can still call if they need something.

"Hey!" Y/N calls the two from the beach. "Let's swim! The water is so pretty! I wanna cry! Ahhh! Ya! Na Jaemin! Lee Jeno!"

The two were arranging their things inside the villa but just laughed, so done while looking at each other when they heard her yell. When they came out, she's already climbing the rocks because there's a big slide on it going to the waters.

"Hey, be careful." Jeno calls out to her.

"Don't worry." She yells at him. Then sat on the edge of the slide, sliding her way down, screaming and waving her hands up high. She splashed on the waters and she's never felt so alive. "Oh my god, what are you two doing, just standing there?!"

Jaemin runs to the waters right away while Jeno took off his shirt first, exposing his let me just say fucking gorgeous, unbelievably hot body that made Y/N look away and blush. But of course they didn't notice.

They just float on their backs for several minutes as they talk and watch the clear skies.

"Can we buy this island so that we can just come here whenever we want?" Y/N jokes.

The sun is setting, they're also preparing for their outdoor barbeque. Y/N is inside, preparing the meats, Jaemin is preparing the fire while Jeno is digging the sand to form a round table and seats for them.

Jeno eventually goes into the kitchen where Y/N is. "You good?"

"Yeah, can you put iced water on the cooler then add the bottle of beer so it'll cool?"

"We have ice?"

"There's a big freezer at the back, they have a lot here."

When Jeno came back he was in a hurry. "Y/N! Y/n, the sky outside is really beautiful because of the sunset, wanna see?"

"Yeah." She immediately washes her hands on the sink before wiping it on her apron. "Lemme grab my phone and camera first."

"Jaemin-ah! We're going to the other side to watch the sunset! Let's go!" Jeno yells at his other friend.

"Yup, coming!"

Y/N sets up her tripod and they take a couple of shots together. "Let's stay for a few minutes." She sits on the sand and the two follow.

"We don't see this everyday." Jaemin says.

"We could." Jeno rebels. "But we're too busy."

Night came, they're a little tipsy, cheeks flushed and they're laughing their asses off as they eat and cook at the same time because of Jaemin's antics.

"We've always been a trio." He says. "Jeno plays the guitar, you sing, and I dance."

"A trio with different talents."

"Yeah, so while you both are doing your things, I just dance beside you. Even interpretative dance if needed." He flares his hands out mimicking a ballerina.

"Remember when we signed up for the homecoming party committee just so we can get free food?" Jeno looks back, laughing. "Y/N ate a lot."

Y/N slaps his bare arm. "Ya! It's not like you didn't. It's not my fault they had so much food."

"And during graduation practice, do you remember? Y/N fell--" Jaemin couldn't continue what he's saying because Y/N tackles him.

"Shut up!" Trying to cover his mouth. "Don't talk about that."

"You rolled down the stairs." Jeno continues while laughing. "Good thing it was just us."

"We just finished lunch and they kept texting us saying the practice had already started. We were in a hurry!" She tries to defend herself.

"It was so funny but we didn't have time to laugh enough."

Later on, Jeno's playing the guitar and they're singing to old songs that they used to play together. He looks at her fondly as she tries to reach the high note and does it flawlessly.

"You've gotten so good." He says and she just smiles in response.

It's past midnight, Jeno and Y/N are cleaning up because Jaemin passed out. His alcohol tolerance really decreased after a long time since he hasn't drank a lot.

"Jeno-ya." Y/N calls Jeno from outside.

He goes out to her. "Hmm?"

"How about Jaemin?"

"I'll help him through the stairs later." He reassures her. "How about you, are you good?"

"Yup, pretty good. Happy. Sleepy."

"Don't forget to change, brush your teeth, wash off the sea water."

She nods. "Yeah, I'll do that right now."

When she was done in the bathroom, she went upstairs to their shared bedroom. It's a big room with a big customized bed for an entire family, it can fit up to 6 people. Jaemin is already sleeping on it while Jeno is on his phone, waiting for her to finish so he could use the bathroom too.

"I'm done, Jen."

He looks up cutely like a puppy, obviously looks sleepy already. He goes downstairs with his things. Later on, when he comes back, Y/N and Jaemin are on each side of the bed which means he has to be in the center. He crawls in slowly, Y/N turns to look at him.

"I thought you were sleeping already." He whisper-yells.

She whispers back to him, "You look like a puppy."

"What does that mean?"

"You look cute." She notices that he's so far from her. Not that she minds, the bed is big so they get to sleep however they want but he's really far. "Why are you so far away? Wouldn't Winter be jealous to see you too close to Jaemin?" She jokes.

He just shrugs. "If we're close together, I may not stop myself from cuddling with you."

"I wanna cuddle with you though." She pouts.

"Stop that." He says authoritatively.

She whines, "Why?"

"You said you have a boyfriend."

Her eyebrows furrow. "I never said that."

"Yesterday, you said you have someone in Chicago waiting for your answer."

Y/N laughs. "Idiot. He's just a casual partner, just like how you and Karina were." Indirectly explaining that they're fuckbuddies. "He said he's developing feelings for me, I can't reciprocate that."

And suddenly his chest loosens up. He was able to breathe a little better now. "Casual partners? For how long?"

"Two years. I have needs too, Jeno Lee."

"Well, you made it sound like he's proposing to you so that's why I thought about it."

"Stop talking and just cuddle with me." His warmth hovers over her and she smiled when she felt his arm scoop her close to him. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" She mumbles and she snuggles as well.

Jeno buries his head on her neck. "Since fucking high school."

"Stop lying."

But he tickles her tummy lightly making her giggle and squirm. Jaemin who was sleeping mumbles, "Can you two fuck somewhere else? I want to sleep."

"Ya! We're just talking!" Y/N immediately defends.

"He's asleep, he doesn't know what he's saying." Jeno whispers, holding her down. "Sleep, Aya."

Her eyes beamed. He's never called her that ever since she left for Chicago. She turns around to see him with excitement on her face. "You're calling me Aya again." She mentions.

Jeno looks down at her sparkling eyes, holding the urge to kiss her forehead. "You've always been my ligaya."

"You keep saying those things but you actually had other girls before me."

"Remember during college, I don't ever allow you to enter my room."

"Yes, because you hid your drugs there?" She grumpily whines but he just smiled.

"I never wanted you in my room because when I saw you once sitting on the edge of my bed like an innocent girl, I almost couldn't stop myself." He groaned in her ear that gave her goosebumps. "Seeing you in my bed, fuck I'd die for that."

She nibbles on her lip as her eyes widen. "I'll sleep." Then she turns her back on him, now feeling his hard on against her ass.

"Yeah."

Jaemin was the one to wake up first, he sees the two spooning and quickly snaps a pic and sends it to their own group chat before he leaves the room and goes to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Jeno was the first one to wake up, he just let his arm drape around her, hugging her like a pillow. And just minutes later, she wakes up too.

"Do you like that guy from Chicago?" He asks half-asleep.

Y/N rubs her eyes and looks at him with squinted eyes to make sure he's not sleep talking only to find out that the man beside her is topless.

Then sighs. "I can't. I could never imagine myself being his girlfriend, but I am just scared to reject him. We've been in that kind of casual, non-committal relationship for a long time and he's always there when I need him."

"Good."

She chuckles. "Why?"

"You said you have needs, right?" He whispers. "I'm pretty sure I can satisfy you better than anyone else."

"You can talk the talk but can you walk the walk?" Jeno didn't say anything. He just stood up and went to lock the door. "I was just kidding." She laughs and stands up immediately but he grabs her before she could run away.

He held her with both her arms tightly, planting feathery kisses on her jaw. "You smell so good, baby." Then his kisses go down to her neck and she just wants to melt into a puddle.

She just loves how his warmth wraps around her. "Jaemin might come."

"You'll tell him." Jeno picks her up and traps her against the wall as their lips crash with each other, turning and twisting their tongues together. His kisses then left her mouth, to her cheeks, then to her ear. "I'm gonna satisfy the fuck out of your needs, baby." She feels the smirk on his face that gives her chills.

Then he brings her to the bed. She takes off her top revealing her perked up mounds. Y/N looks up to him, batting her eyelashes like an innocent girl and it drives him crazy. His neck is all red, he's so ready to ruin her but just holding himself back. She slowly removes her pajama shorts and cotton thongs as well. Y/N lays back with her arms supporting her weight while not breaking their eye contact. "All yours, Lee."

He could've sworn his cock throbbed after hearing that. Jeno's jaw twitched a little as he ran his fingers through his locks. "Good." He replies then grabs her ankle pushing her to turn and now she's on her back, ass up. Jeno is getting the best view of her ass and glistening pussy. His hand caresses her inner thigh for a few seconds before redirecting his fingers to her very wet core making her squirm and whimper in pleasure.

Rubbing circles, now she's helpless. He feels how needy she is because he hasn't even done anything aside from rubbing her and now she's looking so fucked out and a moaning mess for him, rubbing herself against his fingers too. "I-- I need y--your fingers. Please. Jeno. Please." He can't help but lick his bottom lip, he just wants to devour her right now, he wants to own her, he wants to be in her, he wants to feel her, he wants to be the only one who can make her feel this way.

"As you wish, love." He inserts two fingers, pumping it fast in her and she's moaning uncontrollably. "Shh. Jaemin might hear." Y/N tries to bite her bottom lip to suppress the moans. She pulls her own hair and massages her tits.

Jaemin goes up the stairs, trying the door knob a couple of times but it's locked. "Jeno-ya, Y/N, breakfast is ready."

"Answer him." He growls on to her ears without stopping his fingers from fucking her. Y/N's eyes widen, Jaemin will know for sure. But he stops. "I said, answer him."

"Jae--" His cock suddenly slips into her, making her moan and Jaemin definitely heard it. "Jaem, I-- we-- you can eat ahead!" Then she dunks her face on to the soft pillows biting them hard. "Jeno, please." Consecutive moans came out from her lips and that was Jaemin's cue to leave.

"You're so fucking warm, Aya." He pulls her hair hard, making her lookup as he pounds hard into her. "No one will ever satisfy you the way that I do. Not even your Chicago boy."

It was too much for her, he was relentless and powerful. All the sexual frustrations that were pent up for years are finally revealed. And he's literally tearing her in half with his size.

"I've been imagining this day, me drilling into your dripping pussy and it's even better than what I have imagined."

She couldn't respond or say anything, she likes how he's fucking her dumb.

"Jen, cumming. I'm cumming." She pants, grasping into the sheets tighter while he rubs her clit with his free hand.

"Not until I cum. Fuck--- Aya, you're so fucking gorgeous."

"Please. Please. Please. Fill me up, daddy. I need you to fill me up." It's like Jeno got possessed with some kind of devil, he's pounding into her harder than before like she pushed a button.

"I'm gonna fuck you full of my cum. Let go, babygirl." Strings of white liquid spurts out from his tip in her as her orgasm also washes through her. And when he pulled out, white liquid came flowing out of her pussy. "Next time I'm buying you a plug."

Y/N drops to the bed, tired and weak. Her cheeks are flushed, sweating and breathless, just like how Jeno imagined and it gave him an assurance that he definitely fucked her real good.

Jeno plops on the bed beside her, she smiles weakly at him, covering her body with the sheets. They stay looking at each other's eyes.

"Stay." He mumbles. "I want you to stay. I don't want to keep missing you." She feels her heart inflating and her stomach being filled with butterflies. The fact that he's being vocal about this right now and not just staying quiet like how he usually is when it comes to his feelings. "But if you don't want t--"

"I'll do everything I can so I can stay." She cuts him off. "You're gonna be mine this time." She promises.

Jeno smiles and pulls himself close to her then plants a kiss on her forehead. "I'm all yours, Aya. You know how obsessed I am with you, I'm going nowhere without you."

"Jaemin is never talking to us again."

"He'll just need a night with Winter."

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eleganzadellarosa · 5 months

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SFW Alphabet (Dominic Fike)

This was a request by @itsznanabanana Thank you again for the support and I hope you enjoy! <3

Affection (how affectionate are they?)

very! he seems like the type to give you small kisses at any given chance and hold your hand no matter what. probably the type to show small amounts of PDA too

Bestfriend (what are they like as a bestie?)

the literal best friend you could ask for. he would always be there for you no matter the circumstance. very attentive and the best person to chill with. also feel like he would be the adventurous type, so if you hang with him outside of the house, be ready to go on an adventure even if it’s just a long late night drive.

Cuddles (how do they like to cuddle?)

definitely think he's a frequent cuddler, especially if you're the type of person to stay cold often, he'll be your heater without question. I think his favorite cuddling position would be you between his legs while he back hugs you, just so he could lay his head on your shoulder.

Domestic (settling down? how will they be helping out around?)

all it would take is his family loving you for him to be making wedding plans. he's a sweet boy, so I think he'd have no issue with wanting to help around the house to make things easier for you to have more time with him.

Ending (how would breakups work out?)

extremely apologetic. even though it's his choice, he'd still hate seeing how much it would break your heart. but you'd have to do something terrible for him to want to breakup with you in the first place.

Fiancee (how do they feel about commitment?)

Again, he'd think about a future with you quite early into the relationship but wouldn't want to be hasty in case he let his love for you cloud his judgment. he has no issues with commitment though and if he promises to be with you forever, he means that.

Gentle (how gentle are they?)

treats you like a delicate flower but knows when to be on the rougher side?

Hugs (do they like hugs?)

whether it's a full hug or just draping his arm over your shoulder, he loves feeling you close to him. also think your scent would comfort him a lot so hugs are a must.

I love you (how long does it take for them to say 'I word'?)

not long. if he knows you have feelings for him, he'd have no problem saying it because he knows it'd be reciprocated.

Jealousy (how do they get jealous?)

not an easily jealous person but definitely the quiet jealous type. would give you glances instead of actually saying it in case he was overreacting. if he did mention it, it would be a while later after he’s had some time to think about it. either way, you’d always be able to pick up on it because he would get EXTRA quiet.

Kisses (what's their kissing schedule?)

he loves kissing. kisses on your lips, forehead, cheek, never expect for them to be in the same spot or for him to give you only one at a time. Also expect them when you wake up, before you leave, before you go to bed, a kiss will always be given at any time of day.

Little Ones (how are they around kids?)

he's a natural. he has his little sister Apple and I'm sure he's had experience with other kids, but caring and interacting with them comes easily to him. definitely has that “uncle” aura to him lol.

Mornings (how will your mornings go?)

no set routine but trust that he'll wrap his arms and legs around you or pull you close to his chest to stop you from getting up until he's ready.

Nights (how will your nights go?)

same as for mornings, no set routine. however, I think you'd always fall asleep before him because he'd want to finish up a song or write down lyrics before he forgot them and lose track of time so he'd almost always crawl into bed while you're asleep.

Open (when will they tell you about themselves?)

he's the type of person that will tell you stories and little fun facts about himself as soon as he felt comfortable around you, which I would say is very soon into the relationship.

Patience (how patient are they with you?)

a very patient person, doesn't seem like the type to get angry over small things. If he does get angry, it would most likely come from him being overwhelmed with his goals but I still don't think he'd take it out on you but would get more clingy.

Quizzes (how much do they remember about you?)

remembers more about you than he remembers about himself. your favorite food, favorite song, favorite color, any and everything about you he'd remember like the back of his hand and he'd totally take pride in it. he's the type to save everything in his notes in fear of forgetting (this would never happen lol).

Remember (what is his favorite moment in your relationship?)

as much as he cherishes every moment with you, I think he'd love the day you met the most. he'd love being able to tell people what happened that made him talk to you and how special you are to him.

Security (how protective are they of you?)

protective but the kind to stay back. he'd slide into the conversation if he didn't like where it was going, or find a way to move you away from the situation. he's always looking out for you so you'd never have to worry about being alone in that aspect.

Try (how much effort do they put into dates? special occasions?)

loves making things feel special for you, even if it's just an at home date (which he tries to do weekly). he'd love giving you gifts for special occasions too, always getting you something he know you'd like or asked for. the only downside is he would get frustrated and super apologetic if it doesn't work out the way he planned it in his head.

Ugly (what's a bad habit of theirs?)

Definitely would be smoking first. Second, would be impulsively buying things that he doesn't need. (got help on this one lol)

Vanity (how insecure are they?)

can be very insecure at times so sometimes he'd need reassurance but he'd never actually ask for it. might make comments to himself about his appearance or slip into small periods of depression over it but you always make him get over it as fast as he thought about it.

Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

lol absolutely.

Xtra (a random headcannon about them?)

I think he'd be very goofy at random times, especially when it comes to singing. also loves dancing in the kitchen with you. loves feeling like he can be himself around you but also you being yourself around him. "Bet you can't beat me in a dance battle"

Yuck (what are some things they dislike?)

dishonesty and being uptight. he wants to feel comfortable at all times and being either of those things would make him closed off.

Zzz (some of their sleeping habits?)

I think he's a wild sleeper and he also probably only sleeps in his boxers, anything else would make him annoyed. feels like he’s the type to get hot fast and stick that one leg out from under the blanket. wants the AC blasting but also the heaviest blankets. (I don’t make the rules :3 )

✨how many of these do you feel like are true??? Comment some of your head cannons for Dom. Also comment your fave song from him ✨

cr to maomiya for dividers

#dominic fike #elliot euphoria #sfw alphabet #headcanon

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things bts would love & do with their curvy s.o.

a little long author’s note - fluff and suggestive and a little smutty / ot7 scenarios / a bit of a drabble, because i didn't say everything i wanted to and i don't think i said it as well. but i had this in the drafts for a while & i was feeling a bit self-conscious about my curves recently & had to remind myself of my own words and scenarios. here’s to self-love in 2023, everyone! and just because this fits with what i’m saying and the post - don’t wait for someone else or a man to love every single thing about you! you deserve all the love on your own and everyone reading this is a lovable beauty <3 this goes for your inner and outer selves - even this post is mainly focused on outer (& isn’t meant to stereotype at all! this post also has no mentions of food - unfortunately, many authors only associate curviness to food and include stuff like "cooking together" all the time.). i made it more nsfw than it was at the last minute because i really realized we don't have enough curvy girl content here! on that note if anyone has any curvy girl scenarios with bts or an ot7 members lis like this they want to see me write about lmk - requests are open in general but i love writing about & for my fellow curvy/chubby girls 💕 lots of love - pen ✎

namjoon

this is gonna sound a bit weird but I think namjoon would go crazy for

1. your silhouette - the CURVES WILL DRIVE HIM INSANE - he would literally write an entire song about being mesermized by your curves

2. your boobs - sskskssk sorry nothing will convince me namjoon is not a boob man. i know curvy doesn’t always = big boobs but it’s the combination of BOOBS and curves that’ll drive him nuts, no matter their size. having his hand roam your body while his head is stuffed between your boobs? his idea of heaven.

sorry, i think i had just read a namjoon smut when i wrote that

anyways, he’s obsessed

and namjoon being namjoon, he’ll be obsessed with unique features that come with being curvy

which are, again, curves, but also: stretch marks, cellulite, love handles, a muffin top, etc - he’ll be fascinated and guess what? he will find beautiful ways to describe them, and he’ll make you see them in a new light as well

this would be his response if you complained about “imperfections” and called them as such, for example: “you know what type of art I find the most beautiful? the ones with quote unquote imperfections. those imperfections - or the unique details, i should say, showed an artist, a human was behind the painting. how boring would it be if all art was the same? if all bodies were the same? our ‘details’ and differences make us who we are, make us different. ‘imperfection’ is perfection, honey. you, your body…. you’re a work of art.” (gonna end up writing a mini namjoon drabble with some of that)

seokjin

seokjin would love every. single. thing. about you.

like it or not i genuinely believe he’s the most likely out of bts to love a curvy girl and that they’re actually his type

you know how most guys see chubby girls as cute rather than hot? fuck that, to seokjin you’re incredibly hot AND incredibly cute.

he’d be utterly obsessed with every inch of your body… i’m serious.

butt? yes. waist? yes. hips? yes. thighs? yes. arms? yes. tummy? YES. cheeks? YES!

& a thing about seokjin is that he’s not just in love with you and your body, he’s clever. he knows that chubby girls can get a ton of shit. like he’ll be totally aware of that fact or it won’t take long for him to realize it. and it’ll make him mad

but mostly, he’ll keep his cool and be strategic about it

so something seokjin would love is hyping you up AND showing!! you!! OFF!!!!!!!!!!

though he’s not a fan of pda, when he’s out with you in public, he’ll show you off in his ways, like holding your hand, playing with your hands and hair... but he'll also have his arm around your waist, resting on your soft hips and he'll lovingly caress your cheek and pinch it and he’ll keep saying “my beautiful girlfriend / my fiancee / my wife” etc to literally anyone

someone's giving you weird looks? catch seokjin suddenly throw off the entire situation by yelling - just to no one - "MY GIRLFRIEND IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE HER" - the looks would frustrate him but he'll enjoy hyping you up and seeing you all flustered when he does that

he’d handle your insecure days and “low days” really well, but i honestly think that you spend enough time with seokjin and you’ll end up loving your body as much as he does. he's without a doubt the type of boyfriend to make you feel as sexy as he sees you... well as sexy and beautiful as you actually are!!

anyways he’ll weirdly enjoy consoling you when you have those days though. he’ll be so so sensitive and understanding and clever as i said, but he’ll just love telling you how beautiful you are, he doesn’t tire of it nor does he get frustrated you do talk about your insecurities. like namjoon, he'll find some very unique way to see it

and he would LOVE tickling you and squishing all your soft bits <3 you can beg him to stop, but you will grow to love it…. he’ll make sure of it!

low-key the type to buy you lingerie and almost force you into it because he knows you'll look beautiful in it (it's not just for him, it's for you - he loves seeing you all shy when you get into it though.... but that shyness will wear off with time and your confidence will only drive seokjin madder)

on that note, he won't have that "i can't do this thing in bed because i'm chubby" attitude - he'll make sure he finds any way to ensure you do everything you want to....

and he will ask you to do things for him

would smother his face in every part soft and squishy part of you and will definitely definitely squeeze you during sex

and he will definitely ask you to sit on his face and suffocate him with your thighs... :)

yoongi

coming up with an answer for yoongi was incredibly tough because

i think yoongi is so chill, something about yoongi screams “i really don’t care about what you look like, it’s the personality that makes a person attractive or not”

like no matter what, i think he’d love you for you.

love is love

no matter who the other person is or how they look like

BUT - he will fold and fall

and the intense physical attraction will follow once he gets to know you (again, this is not specific to curvy people, i think this is just how yoongi might be)

but this is about curvy people so let’s dive into that

if you wear something that shows a little more, perhaps lingerie or a form-fitting dress, and he’ll get so flustered and he will avoid eye-contact (especially if you don’t wear that style regularly)

like jin and jimin, yoongi would also be a person who knows that curvy/chubby women can go through so much shit just for the bodies being the way they are, and it’ll aggravate him just as much as it would jin… but it’s questionable whether yoongi would be able to keep his cool… because it’s you.

and low-key that energy could translate into his love for you too… in a very yoongi “harshly gentle” way.

if you express any insecurity in regards to your body, he’d caress your face and stare deeply into your eyes & and just very seriously and quietly be like "??? so??? i love you more than anything in this world already, do you think i give a fuck that you have a lil belly??? hmm, why are you trying to hide it? i see you every day, do you think i don’t know what your body looks like? be fr, y/n. you’re beautiful (then he’ll poke your belly cutely, before the energy shifts and gets intense) don’t say that shit about yourself or about me. (then he’ll kiss you so softly)” <3

hoseok

hoseok would LOVE it when you show off your figure and your curves!!!

he's a hips and ass man, i'm sure of it.

he would AUDIBLY AND PROUDLY hype you tf up when you wear something a little more form-fitting!!

and it’s something he always always encouraged, asking you to try bolder styles and colors

hobi simply will not take the “i can’t wear that because i’m chubby” saying

“you want to wear it? it suits you? FUCKING WEAR IT YOU LOOK FUCKING INCREDIBLE. WHO CARES IF YOUR TUMMY AND HIPS ARE EMPHASIZED THAT’S A GOOD THING YOU’RE SEXY AS FUCK”

so when you as far as to dress in something a little risque? oof hobi will go crazy

do a lil dance for him? goodbye, hobi’s on the floor.

also we all know hoseok is a fashion expert, and chubby girls know it isn’t that easy to find clothes that fit our proportions/sizes/bodies…. but not if you’re with hoseok. this man will do whatever he can to make sure you can wear what you want, whether it's finding international brands that have your style+size or literally surprising you with a custom made outfit

"that brand doesn't carry your size? you like it but the proportions are just slightly off? don't worry about it baby i have your christmas gift sorted xx"

he won't be shy to hype you up just as loudly in public and on social media too

the type to encourage you to shake everything you've got in the club while grabbing onto you...

jimin

this is gonna sound cliched but bear with me

jimin will be incredibly attracted to your confidence and your energy

i think confidence is something jimin is attracted to no matter what, but if he sees the way you just radiate self-love and your confidence shining out of you through the way you dress, talk, carry yourself....

(i.e. “i can pull any man i want energy”, tight/skimpy dresses, STRUT instead of walking, good posture, etc while KNOWING the extra shit you could get for it & not giving a fuck??)

oh my god. oh my god.

to say jimin’s heart will flutter would be an understatement

you’d walk into the room, like you own it, and jimin would feel like he wants to do whatever he can to actually give it to you

and, similar to jin and yoongi, he knows curvy girls get a ton of shit just for existing - but it's almost double when they’re (loudly) confident, despite the fact that they should be that way!

so that respect and attraction he'll have for you will just be amplified and he’ll admire you even more (i hope this is coming off in a good way, the way I meant it - i can see this being misinterpreted but i can’t think of another way to word it - he’ll be like YES I’M SO GLAD YOU KNOW HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE AND YOU ALSO SAY FUCK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO THINKS OTHERWISE!!! THAT’S SO HOT OF YOU!!!)

& if someone says something shitty about you in front of him… - he’ll pick up on even the slightest jabs or comments or looks - and there’s no way jimin would be able to keep this cool. good luck to whoever tried to insult you. >.< jimin will make them regret their entire existence let alone their comment

jimin’s still jimin, so he’d try to flirt with you, and if you meet that with the same energy? OH MAN he’ll fold (maybe even a little more if you somehow reject him… and definitely a lot more if you bring that energy into the bedroom)

pls i can't shake the idea of jimin being so so so happily dominated by a plus size woman and dominatrix.... his idea of heaven, actually

and when you have an insecure day he’ll remind you of your beauty and your confidence in any and *every* way possible.

and even though it all started with the attraction to confidence, it’s not like the attraction will fade off if you have an insecure day!!! he won’t even be a little angry about it - i can especially imagine him being so gentle and understanding. in fact, he'll be all over you

taehyung

i think taehyung would love your squishiness and your warmth <3 and more

i hope that doesn’t sound weird but let me explain the first bit

he would definitely squish your cheeks, in any scenario

like when you’re down and he’s reassuring you or taking care of you…

or even in a passionate kiss….

he will find any and every excuse to hug you, and his hugs are SQUISHYYY

it’s just so comforting to him

in taehyung’s eyes it’s all just warm and feel-good

he’ll love hugging you at the end of a long day - cuddles is just your default state together

but when he’s in ~the mood~ which I suspect is often, his hands will roam and he’ll go crazy…

especially for your hips!!!!

and your boobs, but mostly your hips

and when it comes down to ~ actually doing the dirty ~ oh he’ll think you’re BEAUTIFUL in the heat of the moment. he thinks you’re beautiful regardless, but ~during it~ he’ll almost be in a high from just seeing you in that state…. he'll say that that's when you truly let go and feel like yourself and be yourself.

the type to swat your arm away if you tried using it to cover your tummy in photos

he’ll make you feel more loved than any other person, and he’d kiss and bite you everywhere…. especially your squishy bits.

similar to jimin, he'd be incredibly attracted to your confidence

like if he just sees you shaking it at the club and calling yourself beautiful? loudly and proudly?

i honestly think taehyung would be so damn attracted to you that he'd be more clingy than he ever was

again, that energy and mindset of "the world gives me enough shit for existing so i might as well have fun and not give a damn" would be so refreshing to taehyung and he'll really respect and love you for it

jungkook

this man will not leave you alone.

why? because he loves you, sure, but also because jungkook’s an ass man

& he would be so obsessed with your butt

there’s!! just!! so!! much!! more!! to !! hold!! and !! slap!!!! and SQUISH!!!

and your THIGHS TOO?!?!??!?

jungkook’s favorite places to let his hands rest while you’re making out.

i say “rest” loosely because guess what? he’s definitely squishing and feeling you up

he especially likes your thighs because they’re such a treat when he actually can squeeze them and hold them, whereas he has constant access to your butt, and your boobs, squeezing them on the regular.

yeah, just accept that you're jungkook's sexy little stress ball

i mention squeezing and squishing a lot in this post but jungkook's the biggest criminal, he'll take any aNY opportunity to squish anything he can

which is why he'll have so much fun with you!! so much more to hold!! and squish!!

jungkook is a curious boy™️ so i think he’ll love tracing and feeling your stretch marks… he’ll be fascinated by them

something tells me jungkook won't easily pick up on slight jabs people make of you or even weird stares - but honestly it's just because he's too busy lovingly ogling you to notice.

but if you're ever insecure he’ll shower you with love… but if you ever doubt his love on any of your insecure days, he’ll be really hurt.

also? I read this in a couple of pics but the idea never left my head:

jungkook would be determined to carry you. and like jin he will be determined to make sure you live out any sexual fantasy you had. he won’t take any shit about “I’m too heavy, etc etc” - he WILL carry you. first bridal style, then until he can lift you up during a kiss or during sex. then?…. he might just train to do the dirty dancing lift. this boy is determined.

he will simply refuse to let you miss out on anything just because you weigh a little more. so what? why shouldn’t he train a little more to carry you? especially considering putting on more muscle and making his girlfriend happy are two of his favorite things to do <3

and if something in the world stops you from being able to experience a thing you want to, simply because you're chubby, he'll be so mad at the world that you'll have to end up consoling him.

he'll make sure you experience something even better though <3

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y3nze1 · 3 months

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𝐌𝐀𝐍-𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 | 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You find yourself, catching the attention of a particular CEO of a company.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Smut! limo makeout, p in v, passionate sex, eating out, fingering , porn with a plot, creampie, some little silly smut, bf/fiancee stealing- if that counts lmaoo.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: woohoo! finally worked up the courage to post this, plus I'm on my constant posting era, don't know what kind of shit happened that led me to this, and it has a plot! woah! plus this is poorly written at time time, i just needed to get this out of my system somehow. should i continue this?happy reading!

flashing sounds of cameras flicker as a puffy light oranged colored thneed hung by your next, complimented your figure and poise, your walk slendered in a satisfying way. loud noises surrounded you in a way you wanted it to be, focused on you as you posed for the cameras, flashed frantically in every move you do till you walk back to the dressing room where you were before.

"ABSOLUTELY STUNNING MY DEAR (_)! YOU WERE PERFECT!" Francise's proud voice echoed while walking towards you, arms open, signalling for a hug to his favorite model.

"thank you very much for the compliment Mr. Francise, I'm honored" how he loved your modesty and calmness, even at serious and fashionable times, how amazing you keep your composure over those sky high heels, like Ariana Grande's twin, even when running on heels, you were balanced more than ever.

"quickly change! A thneed is waiting to be shown, walked and bought, because you were a star, a massive star that when caught a glimpse, half of the world would try their all to land on your glory, that means the impact you do for this industry is part of history.

"uh Mr, Francise? Did you mention our CEO is coming to the show?" your manager smiled, "Yes, Darling. Put on a show for our dear Mr, Onceler" he said in a singly tone. "oh darling, quickly. Mr, Onceler is here, AND LADIES PLEASE. DRESS QUICKLY! GO!" Fancise's voice ringed through the dressing room.

And then. The Runway continued.

"(_)! over here! look at the camera!" "beautiful (_) look at the camera!!" you felt your ego get bigger from the amount of praises you have got but the only praise you'd want to get is from the CEO, Mr, Onceler. Models walked and posed but you were the highlight of it all. how charming of you. they shined but you outshined more. as the final walk of your company, thneeds and glimmer, cameras flashing and thneedville models were in all the runway, one final bow, and applauses but one things caught your eye

Mr. Onceler's applause, looking at you.

calmly panicked, you stood unnoticeably agonized as the rich man walked to your path. holding up an expensive champagne on his hand, in glee, you didn't know you've got one of thneedville's wrapped around your little delicate fingers.

"ah Mr, Onceler, a pleasure to finally meet you in person! i heard some nice stories about you" you attempted to pop a cute smile at the man, in which you got a smirk in response. spotting in the corner, a tall slim short haired brunette woman looking at you menacingly.

"ah Ms, (_). Im glad to know you've somehow heard nice stories of me, rather than.. unpleasant ones.. well, i just wanted to say that im glad to have you in this company" his sincerity made almost made a cacoon in your stomach. being one of thneed's big leagues of models, there's no judging that you one of the carriers of the company.

"oh oncie! i didn't know you attended the after party!~" high pitched voice of this woman, clearly forced. "oh, Ms, (_).. my beloved partner, shella doves" her face secretly curled, jealous of you, obviously. "oh mr, onceler! i didn't know you were married!" politely addressing what you thought him and shella have. "not exactly married, my girlfriend actually" you didn't let the stinging looks of shella pierce through you, now that the rumours of her only dating Mr, Onceler for his money escalated, you would've warned her to watch her mouth, or her reputation can be ruined by you. an akward silent erupted until shella got called by one of her minions, heading to her shitty little group.

"I'm sorry for shella, she can be a bit... too lovable and all" he cooed under his breath, calming himself from the tension build up. "No worries Mr. Onceler, if you need someone to talk to.." your hands grabbed his in a delicate way towards the man, "I'm Available anytime" wrapping your arms around his neck.

"(_)! Come over here darling! there's someone i need you to talk!" Your Manager Mr. Francise called you, with his hands fanning, signing for you to head to him. and before leaving. your scoot over near the CEO's ear.

"Mr, Onceler. if i could give you some advice.. I'd ditch this place, and leave with me tonight"

with that, you headed to your manager and introduced you to some of people at the after party, leaving the CEO surrounded with other rich snd powerful people while admiring you.

Moments past, You were walking out of the large doors of the venue, you felt a sense of someone behind you, you can't but look back and standing there, Mr. Onceler. grinning at you.

"Ms. (_), anyone taking you home?" he asked curiously, "I'll be calling an Uber to the hotel Mr. Onceler.. so please don't mind it too much" he chuckled, one of his arms holding your waist ever so gently. "I'll be taking your advice Ms. (_)" his cocky expression made you giggle inside. "oh what about your dear girlfriend, Mr. Onceler" you questioned, if she's coming, you wouldn't let that pass.

"She has her ride home, and you don't~ don't ya sweetheart." he winked, grabbing your waist, leading you in his black limousine, as you got in, he held your hand to support your entrance, then sitting next to you when you were both inside. "thank you for taking me home, Mr. Onceler~ im very honored" you cooed, clinging to him, playing with his tie.

his other arm, hung by your neck, he slicked your hair to the side, "no problem sweetheart, besides, it's dangerous for beautiful dolls to go home all alone, now don't they?~" he smirked while speaking, with both of your faces close to each other. the immense tension was pressure. you can't help it, you just had to get a taste.

with that, sloppily kissing on the back seat of his limousine, arms wrapped, body heating, unexplainable toxicity between both of your lips, you knew it was wrong but fuck, it felt so goddamn right, both of your hands wanting to tear the clothes stopping you both of pure ecstasy.

a ding ringed, you were in the front of your hotel, im a fit of embarrassment, you rearranged yourself, reaching to your handbag, before you left, you handed him your card with your number, i suppose he knows what to do with it. now, leaving him looking quite messed, his coat laying randomly on the limousine floor, the buttons of his white polo halfly parted, and his undid tie hanging around his neck. yet, he's glad after last night.

Weeks later, in one of your walk-on practices, you heard your best friends, sandara, maylee and jana. "(_)! Mr. Onceler, dropped by and looked andddddd~" "He was looking for you! and since he knows we are all friends, i don't know how he knows it-" "HE TOLD US TO GIVE YOU THIS!!!" all of them squealed in excitement, handing you the expensive looking gift, just from the box you can already tell to be designer, i mean, black colored with gold floral embroidery, with a cute red ribbon to top it off, how charming!

"i mean, if liked what we did last night at his limousine, he didn't need to gift me" you whispered to yourself slowly opening the gift.

inside was an ocean blue diamond shaped of a heart, with a smooth silver frame and a pearl made lace. it was so beautiful.

"AHHH! SO PRETTY AND SHINY (_)!" sandara screeched, looking at the necklace, "(_).. since when did you have connections with our ceo..?" jana spoke, a bit skeptical about you and onceler. "now that she mentioned it.. didn't he have a girlfriend?" maylee turned to you, after staring at the necklace, with a confused expression. "he told me that he was long single, when shella and him broke up, i guess the guy just wanted to be friends I guess?..." they looked at you worriedly but i guess they bought it, cause they kept complimenting you gift from the CEO.

After that little gift surprise, you kept receiving more and more gifts from him by the day, you can't believe it, and your friends kept getting suspicious over time, but since you were somehow a great liar, they didn't really mind it.

one night, while undoing your makeup, someone called your phone, you answered it in sheer curiosity. "hello, (_)? is it?~" listening to his voice made your heart flutter, it was a little bit deeper than his usual speaking voice so maybe guessing he's at home on his bed. might be, you don't know.

"oh good evening Mr. Onceler, nice to hear you again~" playfully speaking through your phone. "hey doll~ you busy?~" he asked. "not at all Mr. Onceler~" you said, finally finishing wiping of your makeup. "did you get the gifts i sent ya?" he asked, you giggled looking at his first gift to you, the diamond necklace. "ofcourse Mr. Onceler~ all of them were absolutely wonderful" you responded happily, pouncing on your bed cozily. "enough with the formalities sweetheart, just call me onceler or anything you like huh?" you smirked at his request. "hmm, what about oncie hm?", hearing him giggle made your heart flutter. "i like that a lot"

after a few minutes of talking, he asked "are you home alone honey?~", flustered you responded "no.. not at all" and with that before putting the call down, he said. "im coming over"

as soon as you hear a knock on your door, opening it frantically, seeing onceler, almost immediately pouncing on him, pulling him in your hotel room, smoky kisses between you both, "do you realize how much i missed your lips on mine sweetheart?" he cooed under his breath, kissing your collarbone, you whimpered under him, legs weakening with his every touch.

"oncie, i need you~" you knew he couldn't refuse such a nice request, with that, he carried you to your bed, pining you down, gradually devouring your skin, he was hungry for your touch, your love, he was hungry for you. "don't hold those screams for me baby, I want them to hear how much i take care of you~"

you couldn't hide yourself to him, you can't control your body anymore, you were absolutely soaked, his eyes spotted your wetness, menacingly smirking. "is this all me? did i do this to you? how sweet" he took of your panties. and planting his face in between your legs, playfully teasing your clit, almost enough for you to curl your toes from sheer ecstasy.

"you taste so sweet baby~" he said, grabbing both of your legs and locking it in his palm, mercilessly eating you out, his tongue inside of your warm walls, tasting every bit of you. making you moan loudly. you've never felt this much satisfaction. either way personal attention. moans escaped your mouth. you spotted his eyes, looking at the erotic expressions you make. "o..oncie~ i-im coming!~" grabbing his hair tightly, preparing for climax.

"ah..ah sweetheart not yet~" he cooed, pulling his pants down, revealing his cock, smeared with precum ftom the tip, positioning it to your slit before putting it in with a pop. sloppily pounding your core, "y-your so warm.. pretty girl~ so tight~" he whimpered in your ear. before slamming in you again, faster and deeper, eventually reaching your g-spot, making you cower even more. "o-oncie.. oncie~ oncie!" chanting his name was the only thing you can do, whilst he was pounding in you roughly, almost as if your pussy was gradually being shaped for his dick, molding your hole inside. "that's right baby~ call out to me~ that's right" he smirked seeing you wrecked under him.

"i-im gonna come baby~" he said as he grabbed hold on your legs tighter, you nodded as you were gonna do the same, with one final thrust. he blew his load into you. he sweatily smiled at you. as you did the same. heading to the bathroom for a towel, and heading back to you, wiping the sweat off you face. "there you go honey.. take a rest and ill be with you later" you nodded and rested your eyes, slowly drifting to sleep. and a few minutes later, you felt his arms wrap you, holding you close to him.

the next day, waking up, seeing his cute face cozily sleeping next to you, you couldn't help but stare at him, sleeping ever so calmly, can't believe this is your CEO, at the end of the day, he looks just like an average guy, who needed some rest and all.

his eyes slowly open, seeing you mesmerized while looking at him made his heart flutter, "good morning sweetheart~ how did you sleep last night hm?" he asked sweetly, "good, because today's my rest day and good because im here with you oncie~" you gleefully said, still staring at him. he grabbed your face, moving it closer to him, his lips touching yours, tasting your tongue and combing your hair back.

you pushed him away, giggling, you headed to your bathroom. seeing you phone on the counter. you saw a bunch of notifications regarding you and the CEO of Thneeds.

"- Headline this morning! CEO OF THNEEDS ALONG WITH POPULAR MODEL (_) SCANDAL?!"

"no.. no no no!.. NO!" you slammed your phone on the counter. this isn't happening, who could do this to the both of you. pacing back and forth, you bit your nails, "but the hotel's guarded.. who could do such a personal thing.."

with that, you were left to ponder who took the pictures, even posting it publicly, what do you think happens next for you?..

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whumpback-wail · 4 months

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07 - Decrescendo

Trial by Fire (Wriothesley x Reader)

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Wriothesley didn’t know how long he sat there watching her sleep, silent tears long since dried out. He couldn’t imagine the trauma that (y/n) must have gone through. She’s really strong, although he wished she didn’t need to be.

A knock sounded at the door, and Neuvilette stepped inside.Wriothesley turned his head around and nodded in greeting, not caring about how he looked with puffy red eyes and tear stains on his face.

“How is she?” The Iudex placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulders.

Wriothesley scoffed, rubbing his nose, “Terrible. We both are.”

Neuvilette nodded, understanding.

“Dougier spilled once we brought in Chlorinde.” At the mention of Dougier’s name, Wriothesley bristled, hands clenching on his thigh.

“She hasn’t even touched him. Wriothesley, we found Arderne’s location.”

“Where?” Wriothesley was on his feet in an instant.

Neuvilette hesitated.

“I… I only came here to tell you that, since you deserve to know the update, but in your current condition, I’m afraid you have to sit this one out.”

Wriothesley couldn’t believe he was hearing this. “What? Why?”

“I am doing this for your sake, Wriothesley. I know that look in your eyes right before you pounced on Dougier. You were going to kill him right there.”

Wriothesley grumbled. As much as he hated it, Neuvilette was right.

“I mean he’ll be dead once he gets sent back to Meropide.” The raven haired Duke sat back down, feeling defeated. He also knew he was acting rashly when he straight up decked Dougier, but that was as if his body moved on its own. That yet again proved Neuvilette’s point. Well fuck.

“But until then, we will have to follow Fontaine’s laws. You know that better than anyone.”

Sighing, he could only quietly agree with the Iudex. He kept his eyes on (y/n)’s sleeping form as Neuvilette excused himself and left.

Part of him was frustrated, he wanted to do something, anything, to help with the case, especially at such a vital moment. But he also knew he probably wouldn’t be able to hold back once he got his hands on Arderne. If he were alone, he would risk it and he wouldn’t care about serving another sentence in Meropide. But he has (y/n) now, and he didn’t want to leave her behind

Rubbing his nose, he got up to splash some water onto his face. He has to stay strong for her, for them.

Once all traces of tears were gone, he came back to her side, leaving a kiss on her forehead, a silent promise that he would still love and cherish her through thick and thin.

“I’ll be back, my love. I won’t be long.”

Wriothesley needed to clear his head, and he knew exactly what to do. He exited (y/n)’s room and thanked the two men guarding his fiancee, he took a mental note to give Navia a hefty reward to distribute among her men later. They have been a great and reliable help.

Going back down to Meropide, he went straight towards the pankration ring arena, where there are always some boxing targets for him to use. It has been quite a while since he last came here to let off some steam.

After a quick warm up, he let his mind go blank and proceeded to strike the targets. Each punch he threw using a hundred percent of his power, putting in as much body weight into it as possible to make the blows harder. Wriothesley was in a world of his own, head empty and mind solely focused on the target before him, not caring about the eyes of inmates who watched their Duke exercise.

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“So… I heard that it shouldn’t be too painful?” Wriothesley rubbed (y/n)’s shoulders comfortingly. They are at the abortion center of the hospital, awaiting the doctor to prescribe (y/n) the medicine that she would have to take.

“Nope, since the pregnancy is under 5 weeks, we can do it by medication.”

(y/n) swallowed, and gave Wriothesley’s hand a little squeeze. “Will it… Will it hurt the foetus?” As much as she hated Dougier, the experiments, and everything she was forced to go through, the foetus growing inside her, no matter the source, is still innocent.

The doctor smiled and shook her head. “This pill was specially developed in Monstadt by the famous alchemist Albedo, and his assistant, Sucrose, who had used her anemo vision to enhance it even further. It will be completely painless for the foetus and the mother. Besides, the foetus has not developed to the stage where it can feel pain.”

(y/n) nodded, feeling more reassured.

“So now all (y/n) has to do is just take the pills twice a day for 3 days and it should be all good?”

“Yes, it should remove everything from inside her womb. She might feel a bit drowsy as a side effect, but it will not be painful.”

“I will. Thank you so much, doctor.”

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“According to the judgement of the Oratrice Mecanique D’analyse Cardinale, Dougier and Arderne, you are deemed… Guilty.” Neuvilette’s voice seemed to echo through the Opera Epiclese, reverberating through the (y/n)’s chest.

It’s over.

“You have been sentenced to 60 years in the Fortress of Meropide, and you will have to fulfil your duties there, under the command of the Duke of Meropide, Wriothesley.

(y/n)’s eyes darted to Wriothesley, who stood under the balcony of the defendant, where she sat. She didn’t need to see his expression to know how satisfied he looked, it was reflected on the faces of Arderne and Dougier, the two main perpetrators of the facility. They stood on the balcony opposite her’s and their faces were pale as ghosts.

“B-but…” Arderne reasoned, wincing pitifully as his small movement jostled his broken leg, still wrapped in a cast. “But Iudex, surely we will be granted protection once we are back in Meropide-”

“I hate to break it to you,” Wriothesley stepped forward slowly, eyes flashing with a sadistic glint, “But the Fortress of Meropide is not under Fontaine’s Jurisdiction.” He has waited a long time for this.

Neuvilette nodded, repressing the urge to smile, “The Duke is right. The Fortress of Meropide has its own laws and systems, and anyone who has to serve a sentence there is not under the protection of Fontaine’s laws. I suggest you be on your best behaviour while you’re there serving… for the rest of your lives, it may seem.”

A giggle sounded from the back of the room. Furina, from her own balcony as the Archon, clapped her hands. “Bravo! Bravo! What a lovely finale to perhaps the most intense trial in the history of Fontaine! You two certainly broke the record for longest sentence ever given by the Oratrice. So in a way, congratulations!”

Neuvilette knocked his cane on the floor three times, “Lady Furina, if I may conclude the trial-”

“Oh let me do it!” Furina cleared her throat, and with an intonation almost perfectly mimicking Neuvilette, she said “And with that, this trial has concluded. Guards, take them away!”

It felt like a huge weight has lifted off (y/n’s) chest. She felt all the intense feelings she had just moments earlier melt away into misty grey numbness.

It’s over. Everything that happened could just be a bad memory now.

She took a shaky breath and looked downwards to seek her fiance, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Looking for someone?” His voice appeared from behind her, as hands snaked around her waist.

“Wriothesley,” (y/n) turned around and hugged him, letting him catch her full weight as her legs turned to jello and gave up. “It’s over. It’s really over huh?”

Wriothesley kissed her cheeks, damp with tears, “Yeah, sorry you had to revisit old wounds, I know you want to forget everything, and keep the things that happened to you to as few people as possible. I hope not opening the trial to the public helped.”

(y/n) shook her head, “honestly, not really. But it was necessary, I know.”

During the trial, (y/n) had to be escorted out of the room a few times as she was starting to hyperventilate. Her therapist was there, always right by her side. It was unfortunate that Wriothesley had to stand below her balcony, joining the rest of the witnesses to this case. She would have felt better to have him right beside her.

She sniffed, wiping the remnants of her tears from her face. “Can… Can we go home now?”

Smiling, Wriothesley swept her off her feet and into his arms in a princess carry. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Walking out of the Opera Epiclese, (y/n) held onto Wriothesley tightly, burying her face into his neck. “So…”

“So…?”

“So what now?”

Wriothesley hummed, and (y/n) could feel the vibrations from his chest, “I suppose you have another therapy session tomorrow, so I’ll take you back to the hospital. But hey, at least now that you’re discharged, you don’t have to sleep there anymore.”

(y/n) smiled, “Yeah, I’ll be sleeping in our home, with you.”

“And we’ll do our absolute best to make things go back to normal, well… As normal as it gets anyway.”

She looked up at her fiance, who has been by her side through the worst of times, and still stayed despite how she had pushed him away in fear. She felt another feeling replace the numbness in her heart. Love.

Lifting her hand, she caressed Wriothesley’s cheek, and gently turned his head to face her. His footsteps faltered and his eyes closed automatically the moment he felt her press her lips against his.

Once they broke apart, (y/n)’s world was filled by the brilliance of the grin that stretched across Wriothesley’s face, “Well that was our first kiss after a very long while.”

Embarrassed, (y/n) buried her face into his neck again. Her ears tinged red, giving away the flush that had bloomed across her cheeks. “I just felt like doing that.”

Wriothesley chuckled, and continued walking, but this time he changed directions and went to the side of the road. He sat (y/n) down on short the stone walls that fenced the clean brick roads, and picked a rainbow tulip nearby.

“(y/n), love, I know I’ve done this before, and you’ve already said yes, but I think I need to do this again.” He got on knee, and fished inside his jacket pocket, taking out a ring that matched the one on his finger.

“(y/n), we have been through a lot these past months. The road was rough and the skies were dark. But even so, we pulled through together. You were so strong having overcome everything, and I couldn’t be more proud of you. You voiced out your concerns at your lowest point, and I wanted to reassure you again to make sure you never have such thoughts ever again. I love you so much, and I never wish to be parted from you from this day on. (y/n full name), Will you marry me?”

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Well that de-escalated quickly, I honestly was stuck and didn't know what to write after the previous chapter because I wrote the entire fic only for chapter 5 and 6, it was pure self indulgence that somehow blew up here on Tumblr. After that usually the ‘scenario I play in my head to fall asleep’ ends and I’m already asleep. So I think the next chapter would be the epilogue, to wrap everything up neatly (and emotionally). I will also post the originally planned plot of Trial by Fire after that, because I think you guys deserve to know it (frankly I think it’s much better than this blurb, and much longer).

Though I think this chapter could be better, heck this fic could be better in general. If it were more detailed and longer with better descriptions and scenes to show (y/n)’s recovery from the incident. Something more show than tell. But since the beginning, I did tell myself I will keep it short, since writing does take a lot of time and energy, and with the amount of work I have as an illustrator, it looks almost impossible. So perhaps my next work would be one-shots or just 3 chapters max. It definitely won’t be as long (but will be as angsty with hurt/comfort heheheheheh)

Now I’m a little curious. How do you fall asleep? Do you think of all sorts of scenarios or keep your mind blank? Or just scroll on your phone until you fall asleep? For me, it’s usually angst and hurt/comfort scenarios with my favourite characters. Some could be self-inserted, others not really. Not sure why that works best for me, but if it works, it works.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story so far! If anyone wants to rewrite this to your own version, you can contact me, and please credit this fic when you publish yours. I’d love to read what you come up with!

Last but not least, thank you so much for reading! I hope you all stay safe and healthy, and I hope you have a wonderful year this 2024! Cheers!

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tightjeansjavi · 4 months

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The Hills Have Eyes | Chapter 3

“It’s Dieter’s world and we’re all just living in it”

A/N: So, before we get into the chapter I just wanted to put a disclaimer out there regarding the nature/genre of this fic.

Dieter is a very fluid individual. He is in an open sexual/romantic relationship (Polyamorous relationship) with his PR wife. Dieter and his wife are allowed to sleep with whoever they please (sometimes sharing partners/hookups) as long as it stays out of the medias eye. Dieter chooses to marry his wife because not only is she in his inner circle, she is just like him and therefore he knows he doesn’t have to hide who he truly is. Dieter and his wife are both bisexual and as someone who only recently came out as Bi this year, there will be moments where Dieter feels shameful of his lifestyle. Particularly because his sex life is extremely vibrant and fluid. That being said, things will get messy and in the eyes of Hollywood, things will ultimately be exposed. Dieter’s lifestyle may be triggering for some,and I will make sure that every chapter has the appropriate warnings listed. This series is stepping out of my comfort zone, but I am very excited to dive back into this story in particular.

~word count: 6.0k~

Pairing | Dieter Bravo x f!reader x OFC! (Aubrey Plaza face claim)

Summary: a glimpse into Dieter’s life 16 years later

Warnings: smut, polyamorous relationship/lifestyle, open relationship, multiple sexual partners, PR marriage, F/M, M/M partners, unprotected PIV, (wrap it kids) Anal sex, oral (m & f receiving) mentions of drinking and smoking weed, brief feelings of sexual shame, semi-public sex, dom/sub vibes (M/M) daddy kink, Dieter might be a bit of a sex addict, mentions of cheating, grudges from the past, old feelings rising, reader has no physical descriptions such as skin color, body-type, Dieters maid is described to be plus sized. There is one mention of Dieter holding her hair but no descriptions of her skin color. Readers nickname is Sweet Tart, No Age Gap, +18 minors dni! Please please let me know if I missed anything!

You wiped the sleeve of your hoodie against your cheek. The fabric was stained with your tears and remnants of makeup. You were sure that you had raccoon eyes from your mascara running down your cheeks, but did you care? No. Not when just a little under an hour ago you found your fiancée (now ex fiancee) balls deep inside your (now ex-best friend) How could they do this to you? How could he do this to you? You had just sent out the fucking wedding invitations last month. The venue was booked, and you already had your dream dress bought and stored safely in your closet.

Now none of that mattered as you nursed a cheap bottle of wine along the steps outside of your home. You didn’t hesitate to dial Dieter’s number in your moment of need. You had memorized it by heart, and despite the years that had passed with no communication, you were able to swallow what was left of your pride and call him. The dial tone rang, and rang, and rang, and just when you were about to hang up, Dieter picked up.

“Sweet Tart? To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your number pop up on my screen?” Dieter spoke softly into the receiver.

“Dee..he—he cheated on me.” You spoke just above a whisper.

“Who did? Your fiancée? What’s the fucker’s name again? Eric? Fucking tool. Always was a prick back in highschool. Sweet Tart, I’m so sorry, my dear. Are you okay? Where are you?”

“He cheated on me with Melanie. I caught them in our bed. I got home from my meeting early and we—we were supposed to go out to dinner. I’m outside on the front steps of my home in San Francisco. That’s where I live now.” You sniffled and took another swig from the bottle of wine clutched in your fist.

“Mel? Wow. Always knew that one was a cunty little slut but I never would have thought that she would stoop that low.” He tsked disapprovingly under his breath. “San Fran huh? Well, why don’t ya leave and come back on over the bridge to Los Angeles. Leave that life behind and let those two assholes have each other. You could pawn the ring and burn all of the fucker’s pictures.”

You were full on sobbing now as the realization crashed down over you that your life had now drastically changed and it was no longer picture perfect on the outside. Tears were blurring your vision as you struggled to regain your shattered composure. “Dieter, I can’t just—I can’t just leave. I love my home and my job and there’s—there’s nothing for me in LA.”

“Oh, Sweet Tart. I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to make you cry. What do you mean there’s nothing for you in LA? Babe, I’m still here. Well, I live in the Hollywood Hills now but you’re more than welcome to come and visit, ‘kay?”

You pressed the rim of the wine bottle against your temple as you questioned why you called Dieter in the first place. Was it just the wine in your system talking? Did you miss your best friend that terribly, that you had no one else you could possibly call?

“Dieter, I appreciate your offer, but I can’t just leave my fucking life behind like you can.” Your tone was bitter and your words were harsh. You didn’t mean to snap at him, not really. You were just hurt and frustrated and overwhelmed. Everytime you closed your eyes you saw your ex fiancée drilling into your ex best friend in your fucking bed and it was all too fucking much.

“Sweet Tart, why did you just have to go and be so fucking mean, huh? I was just trying to make you feel better. You’re the one that called me. Go sob to someone else if you’re gonna be that way. I thought after 16 years you would have dropped that fucking ridiculous grudge that you’ve been holding against me. Here I thought that maybe my best fucking friend was just calling me because she missed me! Guess not, huh? Guess I was wrong again. I’m sorry that your fiancée cheated on you. He’s a rotten son of a bitch that clearly has no idea what he’s got. I’m even more sorry that your so-called best friend betrayed you like that too. The world fucking sucks sometimes, Sweet Tart. It chews you up and then fucking spits you back out. You’re not the first one to be cheated on like this and you won’t be the last. You wanna wallow away in self pity, and stay in that house and keep working that mediocre job? Be my fucking guest. Don’t call me crying, and then get upset when I tell you how you can fucking fix it.”

Fuck

“Dieter, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said, you know that right? I’m just hurt and angry and fucking overwhelmed! I know I shouldn’t have gone and taken that out on you. It’s been 16 years and I have no reason to hold anything against you.”

“No. You meant what you said. C’mon, Sweet Tart. You’re a big girl. Stand behind your fucking words.” The pads of his fingers pressed deeply into his temples as he sighed. He didn’t want to admit that your words really fucking hurt. They sliced right through him and obliterated his already pathetic heart.

“Listen, my offer still stands. I’ll text you my address, and if you want to come and visit, you’re more than welcome to. Just don’t go and leak it anywhere alright? You should maybe go and get a hotel room for the night or something. I wouldn’t want to sleep in my bed after all that but that’s just me. I’ll see how you’re feeling tomorrow morning, Goodnight, Sweet Tart.” Dieter didn’t wait for you to answer. He just went ahead and hung up the phone before tossing it on his towel that was resting on the pool chair.

“Dieter—Dieter?” You finished off the bottle as you struggled to pull yourself up to your feet. You could go and get a hotel room with no problem. Instead you found yourself going back inside of your home and plopping face first onto the couch.

Dieter reached for the abandoned joint that was left simmering on the edge of the heart shaped ashtray that had a Chanel logo in the middle of the vessel. He plucked the joint up between two fingers before placing it between his lips. His eyes fluttered shut as he took a long deep drag of the herb, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling it upwards towards the star painted sky. He reached for his phone and unlocked it with a couple taps on the screen. He opened the iMessage app and scrolled till he found your name. A moment of hesitation washed over him as he typed in his address. The hesitation he felt was soon erased as he hit send before tossing his phone to the side once more.

“She probably won’t come to see you. I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” Dieter spoke to himself through the dry California air. “On the off chance that she does show up..what am I to do then?”

He scratched at his patchy beard with a huff. The joint he was presently smoking was almost completely gone as he tapped a blur of ash into the tray. “Help her get over her stupid fucking excuse of an ex-fiancée.” He muttered as if the answer was painfully obvious.

Your phone thrummed along the coffee table, and even in your grief and drunken stupor, you knew it was your Dieter.

When you awoke the following morning you could barely open your eyes due to the residue of mascara causing your lashes to stick together as if there was glue on them.

You let out a frustrated huff and rubbed your knuckles against your eyes to loosen up the clumps of mascara.

Then, that dull pulsing pain in your skull began to breach the surface. Fucking cheap-ass-wine hangover.

You struggled to pull yourself up into a sitting position, squeezing your eyes shut when you felt a particular sharp pain. “I am never drinking again.” Something that every adult has probably said a handful of times in their life.

Once your eyes were well adjusted to the early morning light trickling in through the curtains, you forced yourself to get up, snatching your phone up from the coffee table as you headed straight for the kitchen; coffee was needed if you were to make it through the day.

While your coffee was brewing and you were greeted with the familiar drips falling into the coffee pot, you remembered your conversation with Dieter last night, and the things that you both said. Holding a grudge against your best friend..was not a smart move, but it wasn’t like you meant it. Not really, you were just frustrated and hurt, and people say shit they don’t mean when they’re upset all the time.

Your phone buzzing in your palm tore you away from your thoughts and then you saw Dieter's name flash on your screen, and your heart skipped a beat.

Hey, Sweet Tart, I apologize if I was mean to you last night. I know you’re just pissed off at that stupid fucking ex fiancée of yours. Anyway, let me know if you’re planning on visiting soon. I’d love to see you. Gets pretty lonely up here in the hills. It would be nice to see a familiar face.

Dieter sent you the text message after he had fixed himself a screwdriver cocktail with extra vodka to get his day started off on a happy note. Beverly was out of the country, filming for her next project, so Dieter was left alone to his own devices, naturally.

And what’s an actor, such as himself, to do in such an obnoxiously massive house tucked away from the public eye in the Hollywood Hills? Prance around in nothing but a silk robe, and stupidly expensive Chanel sunglasses. His music of choice for the morning was Queen’s, I Want To Break Free.

He had a perfectly rolled joint tucked behind his ear in a light pink rolling paper. He brought the rim of his glass to his lips and took a sweet indulgent sip, before he spun around on his heel to the rhythm of the music. His softened cock swung freely between his soft thighs.

Dieter was never shy of his sexual appetites, and those he wished to partake in them with. He’d never actually put a label on himself, but if the question ever arose, he’d proclaim himself a proud bisexual.

“It’s gonna be a good day, Bravo.” He hummed to himself and reached up for the joint tucked behind his ear. “It’s gonna be a good day indeed.” He reached for his lighter across the expanse of the counter top. He sparked the joint up, taking a long drag with his eyes softly shut in a relaxed blissful state.

They snapped open at the pleasant chime of heels clacking along polished tile. His maid, who he had been fucking with and without Beverly in the mix, was leaned against the entry way of the kitchen, clad in nothing but a garter belt and Louboutin heels that he purchased for her.

“Good morning , Mr. Bravo.” She purred through her pretty painted lips.

He drank in her attire (or lack thereof), her supple, luscious curves with a lazy grin plastered on his scruffy face. The joint dipped down between his lips while he admired her a bit longer, eyes raking down her body in a lustful gaze.

“Good Morning to me indeed, wowza.” He whistled. “Can I get a spin from ya, baby doll? Are those the pretty heels I got you? You’re absolutely rocking them, my dear.”

She giggled, soft and sweet. The heat rose to her cheeks from the compliment he bestowed upon her. “They are, sir. I think they’re quite pretty too.” She gave him a little spin, twirling around like a ballerina.

He pushed himself off the side of the counter in a very Dieter like fashion. His cock had begun to harden, coming to life at the sight of the beauty that confidently stood before him. “Beautiful.” He whispered, “just absolutely breathtaking.” He swooped in, hand finding purchase around the thick flesh of the curves on her ass. “I have to go for my morning swim, but after…” he trailed off with that knowing glint in his eye.

She dragged a perfectly manicured nail down the clavicle of his chest, swirling it around one of his nipples, the right one that was pierced with a shiny nipple ring through the middle. Her lips pouted like two rose petals, lashes fluttering in a flirtatious manner, “are you sure that your swim can’t wait a little longer, Dieter?” She cooed softly.

With his hand still clasped around his glass of vodka with a sprinkle of orange juice, he pressed his thumb down against her pretty pouty lips. The joint still pursed between his lips, blazing red-hot. “I’m sorry, pet. I promised Jackie I’d start every morning off with a relaxing swim. It keeps me from wanting to put the ‘bad’ stuff into my body.” He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Your agent is no fun, Dieter. I think she could use a little to loosen up..” she trailed off, letting her nail drag lower, and lower till she swirled it through the coarse, dark hair that sprouted up from beneath his pubic bone. His neglected cock twitched with that aching need, but he was trying to be good.

“She really could loosen up, doll face. I agree. But..I can’t go back on my promises.” He sighed rather dramatically while he kneaded the flesh of her ass between his thick ring clad fingers that glimmered under the patch of sunlight trickling in through the skylight on the high ceilings above their heads.

Just when his pretty faced maid was about to drag her nail across the weeping head of his cock, he declined because he really was trying to be good. “I promise, after my swim, I’m all yours.”

Dieters routine swim didn’t last as long as he planned it too..but to be fair, it was hard to turn down good pussy that was practically being served to him on a fucking silver platter. His naughty maid had laid herself out on one of his pool chairs, thighs spread wide for his view while her painted nails played with herself, dragging through the mess of arousal that leaked out for him. She kept her red bottoms on because she really did feel pretty in them, and she was grateful that Dieter was the type of celebrity to share his wealth with everyone.

Dieter found himself fixated on the spot between her thighs, glistening, pulsing under the rising hot California sun. He licked his lips, pupils darkening while he pulled himself out of the pool.

He feasted upon her sweetness, her taste. He lapped between her folds, dragging his tongue across her needy clit in long, languid strokes that had her throwing her head back in ecstasy. His hands were anchored under the thick flesh of her ass, keeping her spread wide open just how he liked it. The tip of his tongue swirled in a figure 8 motion that had his naughty maid crying out his name in no-time

Dieter. Dieter. Dieter.

His first meal of the day was one that left him feeling full, and satisfied. The scruff of his beard glistened in her release when he came up for a quick breath of air. “Naughty thing you are, doll face. Spread wide open for all of the Hollywood Hills to see?” He gave her left ass cheek a playful swat before his fingers dug in once more. “Naughty.” Another swat, a playful nip to her inner thigh. “Naughty.” Devious eyes peering up between her silken cunt, “Naughty” a whisper of warm breath that kissed her skin the way that rain does.

He was about to dive right back in, when his phone blared loudly on the poolside table. He grumbled from the disturbance before he pressed a chaste kit to her swollen clit. He sat up with a huff, running his fingers through his damp head of curls, and reached over her to grab his phone.

When he saw your name light up on his screen, he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face, or the way his heart did a fucking somersault in his ribcage. “Sweet Tart is calling, you gonna be a good naughty maid and suck my cock while I take this call?” His brow raised suggestively in her direction, cinnamon brown eyes flickering with unabashed mischief.

His naughty maid was already sitting up on her knees along the pool chair, crawling towards him while he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. He twisted his wrist in a languid, corkscrew motion, while his unoccupied hand swiped across the call button on the screen.

“Sweet Tart, how are you feeling this morning? I gotta say, I’m surprised that you called.” A hum nearly crawled up the back of his throat when his maid wrapped her pretty painted lips around the head of his cock. He threaded his fingers through her hair, gently holding her head. His ring clad fingers glistened under the blazing sun when she began to slowly bob her head.

“Hey, Dee. I feel like shit.” You laughed softly through the receiver, biting down gently on the tip of your thumbnail. “I’m sorry..for how I treated you last night.”

Dieter allowed himself to take one shuddered breath when he felt the tip of his cock kiss the back of his maids throat. The little gagging noise she made sent his eyes rolling back into his skull. “How come you feel like shit, Sweet Tart? It's okay. I know you didn’t mean what you said. You were just upset, and understandably so.” He glanced down at his maid, and in a praising motion he mouthed, good girl.

“Too much shitty cheap wine. My head is pounding out of my skull right now. Nothing a cup of coffee can’t fix, huh?” You sighed, leaning back against the countertop. “I know, Dee, but you’re my best friend. I shouldn’t hold a grudge against you just because we’ve barely spoken in sixteen years. It’s not fair to you.”

“Well, that’ll do it. But you know the best cure to a hangover is to keep drinking, Sweet Tart. You really don’t have to apologize, okay? All is forgiven. I’m not going to hold a grudge either.” He paused, thinking over his next choice of words carefully. “Have you given any more thought to my offer? It still stands, and I’d love to see my best friend again.”

He took his lower lip harshly between his teeth when he felt his cock twitch in his maids mouth. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to hold back a groan from bubbling over. He made the executive decision to pull himself out of her wet mouth with a soft pop. He used his chin to press his phone against his shoulder so that his hands were free to mold his naughty, and very eager maid in the position he wished to fuck her in. His hands wrapped around the outside of her thighs as he gradually pressed her knees towards her chest.

“I won’t apologize for it again, Dee. I promise. I thought about your offer, and I’ll gladly take you up on it. I have some work I need to finish up..but I was thinking of driving over Friday? Does that work with your schedule?”

Dieter dragged the tip of his cock through her slick folds, rolling his hips forward slowly, catching her clit along the head of his cock. “Oh, Friday sounds perfect to me, Sweet Tart. I can always send a car over for ya if you’d like?”

An extremely light hiss slipped past his parted lips when he finally began to sink into her warmth, loving the way that her pussy pulled him in, inch by inch till he was bottomed out, hips pressed tight to her ass.

That’s it, beautiful. He mouthed to her.

“Oh, that’s okay, Dee. I don’t mind driving myself. But that’s kind of you to offer.”

Dieter hummed through the receiver while he dropped his hand to rest along her hip, ogling at the where their bodies were connected. He drooled a glob of saliva right between the space and used the pad of his thumb to rub it against her clit in tight circles.

“Listen, Sweet Tart, I’d love to keep chatting, but I got a call on the other line. I can’t wait to see you Friday. Let me know when you’re on your way, ‘kay?” His voice was raspier now, deeper, and even a little strained. He thrusted his hips forward, falling into a steady rhythm that had both him and his maid feeling satisfied for the moment.

“I understand, Dee. I should probably take a shower and make myself look presentable. Anyway, I can’t wait to see you as well. I hope you have a good rest of your morning.”

He suppressed a growl, doing everything he possibly could do to not give himself away. “You too, Sweet Tart.” He ended the call in a haste, tossing it to the side, not caring if it fell to the ground and shattered. He grabbed her wrists in his freehand, pressing them above her head in one swooping motion.

“Who’s Sweet Tart?” His maid couldn’t help but ask. It was an innocent question of course. There was no harm behind it. She met his thrusts midway with a gentle roll of her hips into his. A free falling moan slipped past her painted lips. Dieter swallowed it, tongue and all while he pried her thighs apart so he could squeeze himself between them.

“My best friend.” He mumbled into her lips. He continued to strum her clit with his thumb, picking up the pace with his calculated strokes. “She’s coming to visit me this weekend. Haven’t seen her in sixteen years.” He grunted low and deep, dropping his forehead to hers.

She whined beneath him, wrapping her ankles around his hips to draw him in even deeper. “Fuck, Dieter. Your cock is so—”

“Big?” He chuckled in a cocky tone, pulling his hips back slightly before slamming them forward. “I know it is, doll face.” “And your pussy? It’s fucking tight. Silky, warm. So glad you kept the heels on, baby. Y’look so goddamn pretty in them.”

And then, of course when they were both on the edge of an impending orgasm, his goddamn phone rang again, but this time it was Jackie, and she’d have his head if he ignored her call.

Frustrated, and unintentionally edging himself, Dieter reached for his phone, answering it with an anger grumbled breath. “For fuck sakes, Jackie. I’M BUSY!” He snapped through the receiver, not caring if he would get chastised for it. He hated being interrupted when he was on the verge of coming.

“Well, good morning to you too, Bravo.” She snickered on the other end.

“This better be fucking important, or I swear to god.” In the same breath he whispered to his maid to get on all fours. He slipped out of her wet, hugging warmth, impatiently.

“Just wanted to check in and make sure you got your laps in today. Oh, and don’t forget, you have dinner with Nicolas Cage tonight at seven. Do not be late.”

Dieter fought the urge to roll his eyes because goddammit, Jackie, this couldn’t wait??

“Yeah, yeah. I got my laps in alright. And I was absolutely enjoying the fabulous sunshine, and being balls deep inside of my gorgeous maid when you oh so rudely interrupted us!” His tone was clipped and cold. He gave his cock a few quick tugs before he lined himself at her entrance, notching his tip between the seam of her pussy and slipped right back in. He gave her ass a firm smack!

“Dear god, Dieter. That is information that I definitely did not need to know.” He could already picture Jackie rubbing her temples, and shaking her head.

“Yeah?” He grunted deeply, and placed his hand against the curve of her spine, pressing her down further into the pool chair. She arched her back towards him, letting out a string of profanities when the tip of his cock reached that spongy spot inside of her deliciously. “Well, maybe don’t call me before nine a.m next time!”

“Dieter..it’s nine-thirty right now.”

He threw his head back frustratingly. “Oh my fucking god! Jackie, can I just call you back?!”

“Sure, Mr. Grumpy pants.”

He muttered a fuck off before he tossed his phone completely out of reach. It miraculously landed on one of the nearby pool chairs. (He couldn’t fathom having to get another phone)

He was kind enough to come on his maids back, painting her in hot ropes of his release. He tasted himself along her skin, dragging his tongue slowly through his come. He wrapped his fist through her hair, gently tugging her head back so that he could give her a proper kiss, and so she could have a taste as well.

He slipped out of her slowly, feeling somewhat satisfied, but his agent calling him really soured his mood. It was written all over his face.

“Dieter?..” She asked him while he was using a pool towel to wipe his come from her back, and between her thighs.

“Yeah, doll face?” He met her gaze, pursing his lips, feeling his shoulders sink forwards because he knew he didn’t do his job to the best of his abilities.

“Do you think you can?…” she trailed off.

“Of course I can. Hold that thought, ‘kay? Let me go grab something inside.”

He pressed a light kiss to her hip bone before he pushed himself up from the chair and sauntered back inside. He stopped in the kitchen for a couple quick puffs, before he continued on his mission. He felt slightly embarrassed, and a little angry that he didn’t do enough to make her come. He always had been a huge people pleaser, especially when it came to pleasing his sexual lovers.

He shook that gnawing feeling of shame off his shoulders for now. He dug out his box of sex toys from their home in his walk-in closet; There wasn’t anything that his Hitachi wand couldn’t do.

And so he fucked her again, this time with no interruptions, and with the wand placed directly against her clit, it sent rapid vibrations through both of their connected bodies. It was a bonus that he got a second orgasm out of it as well.

In no time they were both a sweaty mess of tangled limbs with Dieter’s scruffy cheek pressed comfortably against one of her pillowy tits, lashes shut, breaths coming out in hot, quick pants. He pressed a chaste kiss to her clavicle before he pushed himself up on his elbows. “Let’s get ourselves cleaned up, shall we, doll face? Then I’m gonna cook us some well deserved breakfast.” He hummed.

She nodded blissfully, tangling her fingers through his messy head of curls. “Clean me up with your tongue, please?” She gestured with a cocked brow to the sticky, drooling mess between their still connected bodies.

With a lopsided, sex stained grin, the actor nodded with absolute enthusiasm. In a haste he slipped out with a soft, wet, squelching noise. The wand was tossed to the side, and his tongue delved between the seam of her pussy once more.

He loved to please.

It was approximately two hours before Dieter would be meeting Nicolas Cage for dinner, and the nerves were already beginning to tingle and bubble. The itch was building, crawling up his spine, but he was trying to be good. So, he’d have to relieve his impending anxiety in another way.

Dieter’s Dom frequently visited on the occasions when the actor needed him most. And right now, Dieter needed to clear his head desperately.

Dieter was in the shower, letting the scalding spray of water ease the strain in his back when the bathroom door creaked open. His eyes were closed as he felt the blood begin to rush to his cock in anticipated excitement. As much as the actor loved to fuck, he equally enjoyed being fucked as well.

His hand dropped down between his thighs, thumb stroking across the head of his cock. He was already imagining himself being split in two, right down the middle, while being called a good boy, when he heard the clink of a belt, and fabric dropping to the tile floor with a soft thump.

He rolled his shoulders forward, taking his lower lip between his teeth when he felt the presence of a rock solid body behind him, a strong arm wrapped around his middle yanking him back swiftly. His head lolled to the side, dropping against the man’s shoulder. He pumped his fist around himself a few times, feeling the heavy press of the man’s cock against his ass.

“Hey, pretty boy. Y’called?” The man’s voice was deep, lax, rumbling and low against the shell of Dieter’s ear.

“Mhmmm. Hiii.” Dieter whimpered with his lower lip still trapped between his teeth. His back arched, molding into the man’s hard chest and taut stomach. “We gotta make this quick, ‘kay? Got an important dinner tonight with Nicolas Cage.”

“Mmm.” The man hummed against Dieter’s ear, nipping at the lobe with his teeth. “That’s nice, baby boy. We can make this fast, sure. How about you bend over a lil’ for me and spread your cheeks.” He commanded firmly.

Dieter's cock twitched pathetically in his hand from just the man’s voice alone. “Mhmm, daddy. That’s the one. It’s a big deal for my career. M’so excited..” he trailed off while he released his cock from his grasp. He slowly bent over, reaching behind him and placed his ring clad fingers on both cheeks, spreading them apart. He could feel the man’s hot gaze drifting downwards.

“Always such a good little cockslut for me, baby boy. You’ll have to tell me all about your little dinner with Nicolas Cage next time..” he purred, placing his hand against the actor's lower back, pressing him forward while he grabbed a hold of his own cock in his fist. He gave his wrist a few twists, spitting right on the head of his cock before he notched the head between Dieter’s spread cheeks. “Y’ready for me, baby boy?”

“Mhmm. Please fuck me, daddy.” He dropped one hand from his ass to steady himself against the cool tile. He pressed himself back against the man’s cock, inch by inch till he was fully seated on it.

An exchange of deep grunts followed by the man’s hand making harsh contact with Dieter’s left ass cheek. He lurched forward, both from the fullness he was feeling, and the sting along his skin. “Fuck yourself on it, baby boy. Let’s see you do all the work yourself.” He growled.

Dieter remembers the first time he gave into his sexual desires with another man. The first time he sucked a cock with tears rolling down his cheeks, and drool dripping down his chin while he sat prettily on his knees. He remembers the first time he kissed a man, dragged his fingers through a man’s happy trail, left lovebites, and felt the pleasant scrape of another man’s beard against his thighs. He remembers the first time he felt the stretch of a cock, the slap of a man’s balls against him, and he loved it.

“Y—yes, daddy. Whatever you want.” He stuttered out, knees nearly buckling as he rolled his hips and ass back in a circular motion, fucking himself along the man’s cock like the good boy he was.

“That’s it, good boy. Such a good boy fucking yourself on my cock.” He praised the actor while he kneaded the soft flesh of his ass between his thick fingers. He met his thrusts halfway.

“Daddy, I—I—need more. Please. Please.” Dieter begged.

“What do you need, baby boy? Need me to take over already?” The man chuckled, giving his ass another firm smack.

“Mhmmm. Please, daddy. I need you to split me in half, please. Fuck me stupid, big boy.”

That’s all it took for his Dom to give in, and Dieter was seeing stars dancing behind his closed eyes as his Dom yanked him back up against his chest, arm possessively wrapped around his middle, and his hand splayed against Dieter’s throat. He fucked into him at a punishing pace, wet skin slapping against wet skin.

“Fuck, daddy! Y—yess! S—so good to me! Hnngh. Thank you! Thank you.” He cried out, hand wrapping around the base of his cock once more. “Tell me you love me, daddy. Tell your baby boy that you love him.” He groaned deeply, feeling himself already begin to fall apart.

“Daddy loves you, baby boy. He loves you, and this tight fucking ass.” The man grunted against his ear, hot breath kissing his skin.

It didn’t take long for Dieter to hit his crashing orgasm, fist pumping wildly around his cock as he coated the ridiculously expensive shower wall in thick, hot ropes of his come.

On the drive over to the restaurant that Dieter would be meeting Nicolas Cage at, he felt relaxed, confident, and in character. Dieter would always pretend to be anyone but himself when he’d meet new actors, business partners, and the likes of Hollywood. It was as if he had a switch that he could just turn on at random, and when needed. Landing this role would be a huge deal for the actor, and there was no room for him to screw the pooch on this one.

I’m Dieter Fucking Bravo, and I can do anything.

This was his ritual mantra.

He remembered then that he needed to call Jackie, and let her know that he was on his way, and that he needed her to clear his schedule for the upcoming weekend.

“Are we less grumpy than we were this morning, Dieter?” She asked through the smooth sounding speakers in his car.

Dieter thrummed his fingers against the sleek leather steering wheel of his jet black, Aston Martin DB5.

His car was his baby, and his first official ‘big boy’ purchase after becoming an actor.

“Not an ounce of grumpiness in me, Jackie. I’m on my way to the restaurant as we speak.” He said smoothly.

“Oh, good! I spoke with Nick’s agent, and I don’t want you to start celebrating yet, but there is a high chance that you’re going to be co-starring in his next film.”

Dieter perked up from her words, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to spill over his face. “Really? You’re serious about that?”

“As serious as they come, kid. But hey, don’t blow this one alright? I think you’re the perfect fit for the role, personally.”

“Pssh. Me? Blow this? Nuh-uh. Not gonna happen! Especially in front of Nicolas Cage! I’d rather step on a nail, or remain abstinent for the rest of my life.” He chuckled.

“Oh, that’s a good one, Bravo. I almost believed you there.” She laughed, and he could picture her shaking her head.

“Jackie? Do you think you can do me a favor and clear my schedule for me this weekend? I have important plans that I can’t miss.”

“Oh? And what is the occasion for these important plans of yours?”

Dieter scratched at the patches between his beard as he rolled his shoulders forward before he leaned back against the crisp leather seat. A smile tugged across his lips, and his heart began to race at the thought of you, his Sweet Tart coming to see him.

“Sweet Tart is coming into town Friday. We're finally gonna reunite after all of these years apart.”

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Caught in The Crossfire 2

Pairings: Kamisato Ayato x fem!Reader

Summary: After you have been poisoned, you couldn't help but feel skeptical about the servant that works for the Kamisato estate. When voicing your concerns about the servent, Ayato brushes your concerns away. Only for it to inflict more harm on you.

Note: Okay, so this part is longer than the first part of "Caught in The Crossfire." It's about over 5k words longer than the first part of "Caught in The Crossfire," but I hope you all enjoy it either way! For those who have not read the first part yet, I highly recommend reading the first part first before reading this one! The first part of "Caught in The Crossfire" is linked, so I recommend reading part one first before reading the second part! I wanted to thank you all for 1.1k! I really appreciate all of the love and support! You have no idea how happy it makes me to see the overwhelming amount of love and support you all are giving me 🥺 For those who are new or returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it’s me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don’t post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Mentions of affairs, blood, angst, slightly suggestive, hurt/comfort.

Word Count: 9.6k

Caught in the Crossfire Chapters: [1], [2], [3]

Ever since you have been poisoned, doctors and health specialists have been entering and exiting the Kamisato Estate. The head of the Kamisato Clan has issued an order for there not to be any visitors other than healthcare professionals. You were receiving twenty-four-hour care to make sure your condition wasn’t getting any worse with your fiance by your side. Your condition didn’t get any better, nor did it get any worse. Ayato was not happy that you weren’t feeling any better, but he was glad that you weren’t getting any worse. You slept most of the time in your bedroom, you could barely open your eyes, and you could barely speak. I mean, how could you? You didn’t have much energy left in you to be able to communicate with your fiance, future sister-in-law, and Thoma.

“Dearest, please eat something. You’ll feel a little bit better once you’ve eaten something.” Ayato says, brushing your hair away from your forehead. You blinked up at Ayato with bleary eyes, unable to focus. You’re so tired. You just want to go back to sleep.

“But I’m tired.” You whispered, weakly rubbing your eyes.

“I know you are, but you can’t just sleep all day. You need to eat something; then you can go back to sleep.” Ayato whispers. You hummed before nodding your head reluctantly. A relieved smile appears on Ayato’s face. He gently lifts you up from the bed, pulls you into his arms, and cradles you in his arms. A soft knock comes from the door, and Ayato looks up.

“Come in,” Ayato says. The door slides open, revealing one of the Kamisato Estate’s servants. You look away from the woman, burying your face into the nape of Ayato’s neck. This woman, in particular, did not like you, and you did not know why. Not once did you talk to her, but you have been nothing but kind to the woman. You remembered your first encounter with her when you have first arrived at the Kamisato Estate as Lord Ayato’s fiancee.

“Hello, I am [L/N] [Y/N], Lord Ayato’s fiancee.” You gave the woman a polite smile as you bowed to her. She was pretty young; perhaps she was Ayato’s age and slightly older than you. Nonetheless, you knew this woman would have an issue with you by the way she was gazing at you. The woman stares at you with an eyebrow raised, her mouth is slightly ajar. Her eyes scanned you from head to toe, sizing you up. She lets out a scoff, the corner of her lips quirking up in a smirk. You cleared your throat awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck.

“May I know your name?” You ask softly, feeling the apples of your cheeks heating up at the awkward atmosphere between the two of you. The woman rolls her eyes with a huff of breath before turning around and walking off, not saying anything else to you.

“Oh, good! Yuki, you’re here with [Y/N]’s food.” Ayato says; Yuki says nothing and rudely plops the tray of food in front of both you and Ayato, causing parts of the rice porridge to splatter on you. You winced at the contact; Ayato glares at Yuki before reaching over for the towel, wiping the pieces of rice porridge off of your arms and clothes.

“You’re dismissed, Yuki,” Ayato states, giving Yuki a cold glare before turning back to you. Yuki rolls her eyes and turns around, closing the door behind her with force. “Don’t mind Yuki; she’s always been a troublesome child,” Ayato mutters, shaking his head in disapproval.

“I don’t think she likes me at all.” You whispered, peeking up at Ayato.

“What makes you say that?” Ayato asks, reaching over to the bowl of rice porridge, scooping up rice porridge before holding it out in front of you.

“It’s quite obvious. Other than how Yuki had placed down the bowl of rice porridge, she has never liked me since I’ve arrived at the estate.” You said, opening your mouth for Ayato to feed you rice porridge. The rice porridge was delicious; you assumed that it was Thoma that cooked the rice porridge for you to eat, and since he was busy with other duties, Thoma probably asked Yuki to deliver the food to you and Ayato. Of all servants Thoma could’ve asked, he had Yuki deliver the rice porridge to you and Ayato. Yuki, the woman that hates you for unknown reasons.

“I believe that’s nonsense. Perhaps Yuki is having an awful day and is having trouble with keeping it to herself.” Ayato mutters, continuing to feed you.

You couldn’t help but deflate at Ayato’s response. Was it not apparent to Ayato that Yuki didn’t like you? Heck, it wasn’t just Yuki that dislikes you. Almost every servant under the Kamisato Clan despises you for unknown reasons aside from Thoma. Thoma was the only housekeeper of the Kamisato Clan that made an effort to get to know you better and become a friend of yours.

“You’re right, Lord Ayato.” You sighed softly. Your shoulders slumped down in defeat. If Ayato didn’t believe that Yuki hated you, would Thoma and Ayaka believe you? “Maybe it’s all in my head.” You whispered, swallowing the forming lump in your throat. Ayato looked at you in confusion as you got out of his arms and laid back down on your bed.

“Why are you laying back down? You still haven’t finished your food yet.” Ayato says, moving closer to where you were lying.

“I’m not feeling hungry anymore. I’ve lost my appetite.” You stated, pulling the blanket up to your chin, your back facing Ayato.

“What’s wrong? Have I upset you somehow?” Ayato asks.

You frowned and shook your head with a quiet exhale of breath. Even though you were upset that Ayato didn’t see the issue with Yuki’s discontentment with being around you, seeing you, and having to deliver food to you, you couldn’t be mad at him. After all, he is pretty oblivious sometimes.

“You didn’t do anything to upset me, my lord. I’m just feeling fatigued.” You said softly, grabbing the extra pillow in front of you before hugging it close to your chest.

My lord?” Ayato mouths to himself, giving you a quizzical look. “Are you sure I didn’t do anything to upset you?” Ayato asks, placing a gentle hand on your back. You nod your head, continuing to not look at him.

“I’m sure, my lord. You can go back to your duties.” You murmur, feeling your eyelids grow heavy before letting out a quiet yawn.

Ayato frowns, letting out a soft sigh before getting up from his spot. Before he left your bedroom, Ayato looked over his shoulder one last time before closing the door shut behind him. You slowly opened your eyes and looked over your shoulders before resting your head back down on your pillow. You hugged the pillow tightly and buried your face into it, hoping that it’ll muffle the sounds of your cries.

It was very obvious that Yuki did not like you at all and you were genuinely shocked to see that Ayato didn’t notice the change in behavior whenever Yuki was in the same room as you. You suspected that Yuki may be harboring some feelings for Ayato and is holding a grudge against you solely because you’re engaged to the head of the Kamisato Clan himself. If that wasn’t the case, then what is Yuki’s reason for not liking you at all? You’ve never met her before moving into the Kamisato Estate, nor have you wronged her in any way. Was there something going on between Ayato and Yuki prior to your engagement with Ayato? So many questions kept popping up in your mind, keeping you awake. For the next few days, you have decided to avoid Ayato— or tried to avoid him. Instead of Ayato feeding you, you asked if Thoma could feed you instead or if you could feed yourself instead of having Ayato do it for you. It confused Ayato, but he reluctantly agreed. Seeing another man feed you food made Ayato feel a little bit strange. His heart clenched at the sight, making it nearly impossible to be in the same room when Thoma was feeding you rice porridge.

“Who made this porridge?” You ask, smacking your lips together when you try to get a clear taste of the porridge. This porridge did not taste like the ones Thoma would make; you knew what Thoma’s cooking tastes like, and this was not one of his cooking.

“Yuki did! I wasn’t able to make your food today since I had to help Lord Ayato with some of his tasks around the estate.” Thoma replies, holding the spoon up to your lips.

“Yuki did? Interesting. I didn’t think that she’d make me any sort of food.” You muttered, continuing to let Thoma spoon-feed you the porridge that Yuki had made for you.

“I’m sure Yuki is fine with making some food for you to eat, [Y/N]. After all, it is one of her duties as a servant of the Kamisato Clan.” Ayato says, crossing his arms over his chest. You sighed softly and looked away from Ayto, pulling the plush throw blanket to your chest. You look over at Thoma with a faint smile on your face, “I think that’s enough for today, Thoma.” You gently pat his arm.

“But, you barely ate, My lady! I only fed you three spoonfuls of porridge!” Thoma says, giving you the puppy dog eyes.

“I think three spoonfuls of porridge is enough for today. I’m feeling tired.” You said, clearing your throat. Thoma places the bowl down before handing you a glass of water; you gratefully take it from Thoma’s hand and take a sip of water.

“Perhaps you’re feeling tired because you’re not eating enough.” Ayato comments, you ignored Ayato’s comment before handing the cup of water back to Thoma.

“I’m going to bed now.” You stated, laying down on your bed with your back facing both Thoma and Ayato. Ayato and Thoma traded looks with one another before leaving your bedroom.

How long has it been since you’ve been poisoned? The perpetrator has yet to be caught, and the Takahashi Clan vehemently denied the claims of attempting to assassinate the head of the Kamisato Clan or his fiancee.

Of course, Ayato did not believe the Takahashi Clan and their claims. Instead of making the tension even worse between the Kamisato Clan and the Takahashi Clan, Ayato remains silent while having Hisashi continue his duties to search for the perpetrator. The doctors have given you as many medications as they could to slow down the poison in your system, but it continues to kill you gradually.

There were nights when Ayato would go into your room to make sure that you were still alive and breathing. He would have your bedroom window blinds cracked opened, just enough for him to see you. Ayato would hover his fingers above your nose to make sure he could feel you breathing through your nose. Sure, he could check and see if your chest was moving up and down with every breath you take, but with the mountain of blankets resting on top of you made it almost impossible to see.

“Please get well soon. I can’t stand seeing you like this.” Ayato whispers, brushing your hair away from your forehead. With Ayato having Hisashi working behind the scenes to catch the assassin, Hisashi was also able to find a renowned alchemist in Inazuma to create a concoction to stop the poison from spreading any further. Ayato roused you from your sleep at two in the morning, sitting on the side of your bed as you slowly began to awaken. You blinked up at him with bleary eyes, still laying on your back as you weakly rubbed your eye with the back of your hand. You yawned and stretched, slowly sitting up on your bed while scratching your bedhead.

“Why’d you wake me up in the middle of the night, my lord?” You mumble, glancing over at the Kamisato heir with a faint pout on your face.

“Hisashi found an alchemist that made an elixir to stop the poison in your system,” Ayato says, handing you the small glass tube.

“And you woke me up for this?” You grumbled, squinting at the green liquid inside of the container.

Ayato frowns, “Oh, did you not want the poison to be reversed?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“My lord, I’m saying that you could’ve saved this for the morning after I have woken up from my slumber.” You grumbled, taking the glass vial from his hands before uncorking it.

“Well, if you don’t want it, I can always give it back to Hisashi,” Ayato states, taking the vial from your hands.

“No, no. You’ve already woken me up from my slumber for this.” You sighed, snatching the vial from Ayato’s hands with a deep frown on your face. “I might as well take it now.” You downed the potion before handing the empty glass tube back to Ayato.

“What’s going on with you?” Ayato asks, frowning at you as he looks at you worriedly.

“What do you mean?” You raised an eyebrow at your fiance before laying back down on your bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin.

“You’ve been acting strange ever since Yuki delivered the rice porridge to you,” Ayato replies. You grumbled at the mention of Yuki.

“It’s nothing. Plus, it’s not like it matters anyway.” You sighed, laying on your back. Ayato climbs onto your bed and hovers above you, catching you off guard. His arms cage you to your bed as you stare up at your fiance in shock.

“I’m your fiance; you should be able to tell me anything and everything, especially when something is bothering you. You can’t hide it from me, you know?” Ayato raised an eyebrow at you.

“I’m not hiding anything from you, my lord. Can you please leave now so I can go back to sleep?” You grumble, looking away from Ayato.

Ayato grabs your chin and turns your face in his direction, not breaking eye contact with you. You feel heat rush to your cheeks at his actions.

“You’re hiding something from me, and I know that you are because you never called me “my lord” before,” Ayato says, his eyebrows furrowing with worry.

“Well, I call you Lord Ayato.” You commented, crossing your arms over your chest. You attempt to move your face out of Ayato’s grasp, only for him to tighten his grip on your chin lightly.

“You even refuse to eat all of your porridge. You only take a few bites before saying that you’re finished eating for the day.” Ayato frowns.

“Can we talk about this tomorrow instead? I’m really tired.” You sighed dramatically, closing your eyes.

“[Y/N], I refuse to let you sleep until you tell me what’s been bothering you,” Ayato says, straddling your hips before sitting on you. You squeaked and looked at Ayato with wide eyes. The Kamisato heir crosses his arms over his chest with a tiny pout on his face. This was the first time you’ve seen the distinguished Kamisato heir act this way. A little…. Childish, but adorable nonetheless. You couldn’t help but melt at the adorable sight in front of you; the Kamisato heir was almost giving you puppy dog eyes. As if he was begging for you to tell him what’s been on your mind for the last few weeks. Oh, wait, that is literally what he is currently doing.

“Oh, you want to know what’s been bothering me for the last few weeks?” You ask, giving your fiance a skeptical look.

“Yes, that is what I want. I want to know what’s been bothering my fiancee.” Ayato affirms, nodding his head.

You pulled your leg out from underneath Ayato, wrapping your legs around his waist before throwing Ayato off of you and pinning him down on your bed. You pinned his wrists above his head as you stared down at the Yashiro commissioner while straddling his waist. Your eyebrows narrowed while you glared down at the man that is your fiance.

“What is your relationship with Yuki?” You demanded; Ayato looked up at you with wide eyes, shocked at your sudden burst of strength and energy. The silence between you two was deafening; the only thing you could hear was your and Ayato’s breaths. A light blush starts to appear on Ayato’s cheeks; for some reason, Ayato finds this side of you very attractive. Almost…. Arousing in a way.

“Ah, why are you red?” You blinked at Ayato.

“It’s a little bit hot in your bedroom. It’s a little stuffy in here.” Ayato says, looking away with a bright red face.

“It’s not hot in here; it’s quite cool.” You reply, blinking down at your flustered fiance. You quickly shook your head, “Answer the question!” You demanded, glaring down at him.

“Ah, yes. The question…” Ayato trails off with a sheepish smile on his face. “What would that question be again?” Ayato clears his throat awkwardly.

“Oh, archons.” You sighed, your head dopping at Ayato’s question. How can someone like Ayato be so distinguished, yet so…. Scatterbrained at times like this? What is causing a man like Ayato to become so flustered and scatterbrained?

“What is your relationship with Yuki!” You huffed.

“There’s not really a relationship between us. Aside from Yuki being the servant of the Kamisato estate, we have no prior relationship.” Ayato replies.

“What do you think of her?” You glared down at Ayato, still refusing to let the man go until you got every bit of information out of him.

“She’s a decent servant; what else do you want me to say?” Ayato cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Do you think she’s cute?”

“What!? Of course not!”

“Do you sometimes wish that she’s your fiancee instead of me?” You ask.

“No! Why would I want to be with someone I’m not even fond of!?” Ayato exclaims, looking at you incredulously.

“Have you ever thought about her carrying the future heir of the Kamisato Clan instead of me!?” Now, that question caught Ayato off guard. Future heir of the Kamisato Clan!? You and Ayato have never brought up the topic of children yet. Because Ayato was busy with so many things, you and Ayato not only didn’t talk about future children. You were afraid that Ayato wouldn’t have the time to spend time with your little family if both you and Ayato were to have children in the future.

“Oh? Were you thinking about growing our family?” Ayato teases; he takes his hands out from your grasp, reaching up to pinch your cheeks with a teasing smile on his face. You deadpanned at Ayato’s question before starting to get off of him. Ayato’s hands quickly grasp onto your hips, almost slamming you back down on his hips. Your eyes widen before letting out a yelp when your groin meets his, sending shocks throughout your body.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Ayato states, his voice sounded strained, his cheeks bright red.

“I don’t need to answer your question now; I am going to go to sleep now.” You grumbled, crossing your arms across your chest with a huff. Before you knew it, your world turned upside down before you found yourself pinned underneath Ayato’s body.

“Oh, well, if you have any issues with going to sleep, I can always help tire you out.” He smirks down at you. You glared at Ayato, face deep red. Ayato felt satisfied with the reaction that he got out of you. “After all, we do need a future heir of the Kamisato Clan,” Ayato says nonchalantly, leaning his face close to yours. You grumbled before pushing his face away from yours.

“We’ll do it next time when I’m not feeling like I’m about to meet the Shogun herself.” You grumbled, feeling Ayato grab you by your wrist before leaning down to bury his face into the crook of your neck. “You’re quite affectionate.” You shivered, feeling his lips graze your neck before pressing soft, gentle kisses on the side of your neck.

“Is it bad for a man to show affection towards his soon-to-be wife?” Ayato asks, continuing to press kisses on your neck, making goosebumps form rise on your arms. Ayato smiles against your neck when he feels you shudder against him.

“It’s not.” You breathed, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“I’m sensing a “but” in the sentence,” He pulls away from you, raising an eyebrow at you.

“What do you mean?” You look up at him in confusion.

“You seem hesitant,” Ayato says, sitting down on your bed.

“I’m not! It’s just that… you’ve never shown me any affection before I got poisoned.” You bit your bottom lip nervously.

“Hm. I see.” Ayato mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. “Very well then, I should leave you be and let you go back to sleep.” Ayato got up from your bed before walking towards the door.

“Ayato.” You said softly, attempting to grab his wrist, only for him to pull away from you.

“Goodnight, [Y/N].” He says, closing the door behind him. Your heart plummeted in your chest; hot tears started to blur your vision as your bottom lip quivered. Great. You fucked things up between you and Ayato. Ayato wouldn’t have stormed out with a broken heart if you hadn't said anything.

Since that day, you haven’t seen much of Ayato. He had resumed his duties as the head of the Kamisato Clan, barely sparing you a glance. Ayaka and Thoma could feel the tension between you and Ayato if you were to be in the same room as one another. You didn’t say anything to Ayato, nor did he say anything to you. He didn’t even look at you once, merely brushing off your presence as if you weren’t in the same room as him.

“Did something happen between you and my brother?” Ayaka asks softly, handing you a cup of steaming hot tea.

“Sort of.” You sighed, blowing on the tea before taking a sip of it. Despite the fact that you almost healed completely from being poisoned, Ayato didn’t keep his promise of accompanying you to the Komore Teahouse. Ayaka has offered to accompany you there, along with Thoma.

“What happened? The two of you were quite close with one another.” Thoma says, sitting across from you and Ayaka. You placed the teacup down before covering your face with both of your hands, your elbows resting on the wooden table before letting out a slow exhale of breath. You shook your head, not knowing what to say. Would Thoma and Ayaka get upset if you were to tell them what happened to both you and Ayato the night he gave you the concoction to drink to reverse the poison? It wasn’t like you were lying! Before you were poisoned, you and Ayato hardly had any affection towards one another.

It felt more like a duty to be with one another rather than a genuine relationship between two people who are in love with one another. Granted, you do have feelings for Ayato, but you weren’t so sure about his feelings towards you. But now you think he hates you. Considering he is doing everything to avoid being around you or being in the same room as you. It hurts. It hurts to see someone that you care so much about and love trying everything in their power to avoid your presence at all costs.

You whispered, “I only mentioned that he had never shown me any affections before I was poisoned. Then he got upset and left without saying another word.”

“Maybe he feels guilty instead of upset with you,” Ayaka says, gently rubbing your shoulders.

“Yeah! Maybe you should go try to talk to Ayato about it. Communication in relationships is important.” Thoma says, giving you a sympathetic smile.

You shook your head, “I don’t know. I think it’s best that I give him some space.”

“Please go talk to Ayato, don’t push it off to the side! It’ll only hurt the both of you more.” Ayaka pleads.

“I’ll talk to him tonight; I don’t want to disturb him.” You said softly.

Night came faster than you hoped it would. You found yourself approaching Ayato’s office in the dark corridors of the Kamisato estate. You feel your heart thudding against your chest as you come closer and closer to his office. You feel your mouth become dry as you struggle to remain calm and collected. Before you could raise your hand to knock on the door of Ayato’s office, you hear soft chatter coming from the inside. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion before leaning close to the door.

“Lord Ayato.” A faint female voice comes from the inside. Immediately, your heart starts to race against your chest.

“Yes, Yuki?” His voice was soft. Your heart immediately falls into the pits of your stomach when you hear him say her name. What was Yuki doing inside of Ayato’s office this late at night!? You hear her soft gasps, making your eyes widen. Tears immediately blur your vision, and your bottom lips quivered violently; you turn around before storming out of the Kamisato estate while ignoring the voice of the Kamistato estate guards calling after you.

The more steps you take, the more you feel your heart breaking into pieces.

Maybe your speculation and suspicion of Yuki were correct. Perhaps Yuki and Ayato did have something go on with one another before Ayato’s engagement with you. But Ayato lied to you; he lied that he and Yuki have no prior relationship with one another and that he wasn’t attracted to her. If Ayato wanted to be with Yuki so badly, then why didn’t he break off the engagement before having an affair with another woman? How could Ayato lie to you and go behind your back to have an affair with another woman? The woman that hated you for no other reason aside from being engaged to the heir himself.

The image of Ayato and Yuki’s naked bodies tangled up in sheets with one another, chests rising and falling with heavy breaths, bodies covered in sweat and love bites. Ayato has his arms wrapped around Yuki’s waist, pulling her body close to his as she snuggles up against him, sighing with contentment. The smell of sex lingered in Ayato’s bedroom. Maybe that was the reason why you and Ayato never slept in the same room. It was because Yuki was sneaking into his bedroom late at night to sleep with your fiance. You shook the image out of your head as you stormed off into the Chinju forest, not looking back to see whether someone was following you or not.

“I-I’m so sorry for spilling the tea!” Yuki says, bowing to Ayato.

“It’s fine; just clean up the mess.” Ayato sighs, keeping his eyes on the documents that were laid out in front of him. “I’ll be heading off to bed once I finish this paperwork for the Hiiragi Clan.” He mutters, continuing to scribble down on the paper. Yuki nods her head rapidly before cleaning up the mess that she has caused. While cleaning up the mess of spilled tea, Yuki couldn’t help but feel triumphant after hearing rapid footsteps storm away from the office door. She knew that you were standing outside of Ayato’s office door; she just needed to push a little more to make the chord in your heart snap.

“I have finished cleaning up the mess, my lord. I will be leaving now.” Yuki says, bowing to the head of the Kamisato Clan before walking out of the room. Yuki quietly places down the wooden tray before walking out of the Kamisato estate.

“Where are you going?” The Kamisato estate guard asks, looking at Yuki skeptically.

“Oh, nothing! Just going for a night walk, I couldn’t sleep.” Yuki says, twirling her hair with her index finger. “I believe that going for a walk will soothe my nerves and help me fall asleep faster after.” She says, giving the guard a sweet smile before walking towards the Chinju forest.

You didn’t quite make it far when you stormed off into the Chinju forest outside of the Kamisato estate. The number of tears that you’ve shed was unimaginable, and you were sure that your eyes were swollen and puffy. You were exhausted and heartbroken. The thought of the man you love cheating on you with the woman that hates your guts broke you. It hurts so much. You feel like a piece of you has died. You leaned against a nearby tree, letting the tears continue to fall. You hear a twig snap from behind you, causing your head to shoot up and look in the direction where the sound came from.

“[Y/N]? What’s the matter? Why are you crying out here all alone in the Chinju forest?” Yuki asks, giving you a mocking pout as she approaches you.

“Why are you here? Weren’t you busy entertaining my fiance?” You spat, glaring at the Inazuman woman as she stopped a foot away from you.

“Oh, sweet, sweet, [Y/N].” Yuki coos. She walks closer to you, causing you to back up against a tree. “You walked into the serpent’s nest.” She giggles, grabbing you by your hair and yanks your head back. You grit your teeth in pain, refusing to let Yuki get even more satisfaction from causing you so much pain.

“What do you mean that I walked into the serpent's nest?!” You hissed, glaring at Yuki. She gives you a fake smile, tilting her head to the side.

“There’s no bad blood between us, but there is bad blood between you and the Takahashi Clan.” Yuki smiles.

“What do you mea—” You were cut off by searing hot pain piercing your chest. You let out a choked gasp, gripping onto Yuki’s wrist with your nails digging into her thin wrist. You looked down, only to see a dagger sticking out from your chest. Yuki pulled the blade out from your chest; blood instantly began to pour out of your chest.

“Why?” You choked, placing both of your hands over the gaping wound, failing to stop the bleeding. Your clothes and your hands were soaked in crimson blood.

“The poisoned tea didn’t kill you right away, unfortunately. So, I have to do it the much quicker way.” Yuki says nonchalantly, twirling the bloodied dagger in her hands. “The dagger is laced with poison that is only found in Liyue. If your dear fiance wants to save you, he will have to trek up the steepest mountains in Liyue to save your life. Or you can just die from blood loss; it’s a win-win either way.” She giggles; her hand is covered in your blood. It looked almost black under the moonlight. Your heart was drumming against your chest; you could hear your blood pulsing in your ears.

“Oh, I guess there is bad blood between us now.” She chuckles. You swallowed the fear before you pushed passed Yuki and ran back to the Kamisato estate.

It was Yuki all along. Yuki was the perpetrator. She was the one that laced your tea with poison to kill you! What did Yuki mean by there being bad blood between you and the Takahashi Clan? The last time you checked, there was bad blood between the Kamisato Clan and the Takahashi Clan, not you and the entire Takahashi Clan.

As you approached the Kamisato estate, your vision began to blur due to the amount of blood you’ve lost. Your heart was thumping in your ears, blood continued to spill from the gaping hole in your chest, and your breathing was rapid as you ran and ran towards the estate. You hear alarming shouts and cries from the Kamisato estate guards, footsteps approaching you at a fast pace.

You ignore the guards before stumbling into the estate, crashing against the wall before falling to the ground. You tried to stand up, but you felt so weak. You didn’t know whether it was the loss of blood that was causing you to feel this way, or if it was the poison that was causing you to feel disembodied. You weakly got off the floor; you felt like your body was in the ocean. Your legs were swaying beneath you.

“What’s going on!?” Doors flew open as rapid footsteps were approaching where you were. You didn’t even know what was going on anymore. Your ears were ringing, your vision was blurry (at this point, you couldn’t tell if it was from the loss of blood or if it was your tears), and blood continued to soak your entire being. The smell of copper was making you feel nauseous and dizzy.

“[Y/N]?” A soft voice called out your name, gasping in horror at the state of your condition. From the sound of her gasp, it must’ve been unpleasant. You were too afraid to look down at your body; even if you were to do so, you wouldn’t see much because of how blurry your visions were.

“Archons is that [Y/N]!?” Someone shouted in horror; you couldn’t pinpoint who the voice belonged to. But the person sounded horrified. If you could see yourself right now, you’d most likely be just as horrified.

“[Y/N]!” The other voice lets out an agonizing scream.

You looked up at the voice that screamed out your name. You made eye contact with the Kamisato heir, your fiance. Or, at least you think you did. It was really hard for you to see what was going on. Tears continue to roll down your cheeks as he runs up to you, pulling you into his arms. You cried out in pain when your body collided against his, crying and whimpering from the excruciating pain. Your ears were ringing; it was almost deafening. You couldn’t hear what Ayato was saying; you assumed that he was shouting orders to Thoma and the other servants to get a doctor of some sort. You didn’t think any doctor could get to you on time, especially at this time. Maybe this was your time to go after all.

You feel someone pat your cheeks, grabbing your attention. You looked up at Ayato; his face was out of focus. No matter how hard you try to focus, his face seemed to get blurrier and blurrier. You could barely make out the tears that were rolling down his cheeks, landing on your face. You wanted to reach out to Ayato, wipe his tears away and tell him that everything would be okay. But quite frankly, you didn’t even know if you were going to be okay. You were losing so much blood; your vision was getting very blurry, and you felt so weak and tired. You didn’t have the energy to do anything, especially holding onto consciousness. You were slipping away from consciousness, and you were unsure if you’ll actually wake up from your slumber.

“Who did this to you!?” Ayato whispers, his bottom lips shaking.

“Yuki, Takahashi Clan, bad blood.” You croaked, tasting blood in your mouth. Ayato grabs the cloth from Thoma’s hands, pressing it down on your wound. You cry out in pain at the pressure, biting down on your lips to hold in your screams. The more you bite down on your lips, the more blood you begin to taste. Your hands grip Ayato’s wrist, letting out a strained choke and cry.

“You’ll be okay; you’ll be okay. You’re safe.” Ayato whispers, Ayato’s tears continue to drip onto your face.

“I’m so tired.” You muttered. “I really want to sleep.” You blinked slowly, feeling your eyelids grow heavy. You leaned your head against Ayato’s arm, a small yawn coming from you. You winced in pain when another wave of sharp pain hit you in the chest, causing you to tighten your grip around Ayato’s wrists.

“No! Don’t close your eyes!” Ayato exclaims, startling you. He shook his head rapidly, pulling you close to him. “Please keep your eyes open and don’t go to sleep.” Ayato pleads.

“But I’m so tired, my chest is killing me, and my heart hurts.” You whispered, and a stray tear made its way down your cheek.

“What do you mean your heart hurts?!” Ayato asks frantically. Did the blade strike you in the heart when Yuki stabbed you in the chest? If it did, you wouldn’t have been alive right now. You shook your head weakly.

“My heart hurts because I know that you and Yuki are having an affair.” You whispered, giving him a weak, bittersweet smile. But that bittersweet smile soon wavered as your lips quivered, as another wave of tears began to pour from your eyes.

“Affair? What do you mean? I’m not having an affair with Yuki. There’s nothing going on between us. There never was and never will be.” Ayato says, looking down at you in confusion.

“Don’t lie to me before I take my last breath.” You frowned at him, too weak to furrow your eyebrows at him to show that you were angry at him. “I heard everything between you and Yuki in your office.” You sniffled, letting out a weak cough.

“Stop saying this nonsense, [Y/N].” Ayato frowns, wiping his tears away. “What happened in the office was Yuki spilling tea on the ground in my office. Nothing is going on between Yuki and me at all.” Ayato sighs. Even on your deathbed, you still manage to get on his nerves.

“Hmm.” You hummed. “Good, because seeing the man I love with another woman breaks my heart.” You whispered.

“You love me?” Ayato whispers, his eyes widening in surprise.

You nod your head almost robotically, “Of course I love you. I love you so much that it hurts.” You reached up to Ayato’s face and wiped a stray tear from his cheeks. “I don’t think I can ever love another man as much as I love you.” A weak smile appears on your face. “You’re the only one I love.” Your vision soon turned dark, and your body grew limp in Ayato’s arms. Before your hand could slip away from his face, Ayato quickly grabbed your hands and shook his head.

“No, no. Please no.” Ayato pleads frantically. Ayato feels around your wrist to feel your pulse. Ayato felt relieved when he could feel a faint pulse from your wrist, but it was even weaker than it was when you had fallen ill because of the tea that had been poisoned by Yuki. Ayato didn’t know what else to do; this was the first time he had ever felt so helpless and powerless. How was he going to save you this time? Ayato did not want the medic to take you out of his grasp, but Thoma and Ayaka had to beg for Ayato to let you receive medical attention before it was too late. But it was already too late, right? You lost your consciousness; your plus was very weak, and you lost so much blood. If the poison didn’t kill you, then you would’ve died from blood loss. Everything Ayato was a blur; the screaming and loud chatter were nothing but background noise for Ayato. Ayato stood amongst the chaos, covered in your blood. Ayato made a promise to you that he would protect you, but alas, he has failed to do so.

The door of the Kamisato estate slams open, bringing Ayato out of his thoughts. Ayato looks over to the door, only to see Hisashi dragging Yuki by her arm. Yuki’s wrists were bound together, a scowl was evident on her face, and her hands were covered in your blood. Hisashi held up the incriminating evidence that was once held by Yuki, the dagger that is covered in your blood.

“Took some time for me to hunt down the servant you told me about,” Hisashi says, tightening his grip on Yuki’s wrists, causing her to hiss in pain. “She was rather prideful when I confronted her, boasting about killing the fiancee of the head of the Kamisato Clan.” Hisashi’s face contorted with disgust.

“She’s not dead,” Thoma says, glaring over at Yuki.

“Yet!” Yuki giggles. “The poison should kill her very soon. Tick tock, Mister Kamisato.” Yuki sang, looking over at Ayato with a smug grin.

“What did [Y/N] ever do to you? How could you hurt an innocent woman?” Ayaka demands, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“Oh, it wasn’t me that wanted to have her assassinated. I’m doing the job for someone else that wants her dead.” Yuki rolls her eyes.

“So you’re an undercover assassin, working for someone that wants my fiancee dead,” Ayato states, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Indeed I am! I’ve been a spy since the very beginning,” Yuki says. “It’s strange how the Takahashi Clan wanted your fiancee to be dead. They seemed quite desperate.” Yuki furrows her eyebrows, feigning innocence, giving everyone a mocking pout.

“Why do they want [Y/N] dead?” Ayato demands, glaring at the black-haired assassin.

“Oooh, that, I do not know the answers to. Perhaps you should ask them yourself!” Yuki says, sighing dramatically.

“Take her away,” Ayato says to Hisashi. Hisashi nods his head before escorting Yuki out of the Kamisato estate while she struggles against his iron grasp.

Thoma and Ayaka walk up to Ayato, placing their hand on each of his shoulders. Ayato feels his shoulders slump, his heart feels heavy, and he feels empty. The final moment that Ayato spent with you ended up in a fight. You tried to get him to stay, but he left without a second thought. He didn’t see the tears you shed, or the longing looks you would shoot in his direction when he wasn’t looking.

He avoided you all because you said that he had never given you any sort of affection right until you were poisoned. Were you wrong? No, no, you weren’t. But did the words you say hurt? It did. It honestly did hurt him. It hurts him because it took him so long to realize that he loves you just as much as you love him. Heck, maybe you love him way more than he loves you! Why did you have to confess your love for him before you lost your consciousness? Ayato would’ve felt elated to hear that you love him, but not while you’re bleeding out in his arms, on the brink of death. The look of fear in your eyes whenever you stumbled into the Kamisato estate, covered in your own blood, chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath you take. Ayato couldn’t tell if it was from fear or from running to the estate.

It was hard for Ayato to see you like this, fearful and heartbroken. Afraid that you’re dying in the arms of the man that you love, terrified of the woman that was after your head, scared and heartbroken of the fact that he could’ve had an affair with another woman behind your back. The woman that you had voiced your concern over the night you and Ayato had stopped talking. Yuki, the same woman that spilled your blood onto the Kamisato estate. The same woman who proudly paraded in your blood right in front of his eyes shamelessly. But Ayato had brushed your concerns to the side, thus resulting in you being fatally injured by the same woman you had voiced your concerns over. Guilt gnawed at Ayato; he could’ve prevented it from happening, but he didn’t do it.

“Great. First, it was the assassins that were going after my head, but now they’re going after my unsuspecting fiancee.” Ayato sighs, looking down at the ground.

The next few days dragged on; Ayato sent out a cease and desist order to the Takahashi Clan while waiting for you to become conscious again. Ayato was peeved at the fact that the Takahashi Clan had vehemently denied the claims whenever he sent out a letter to them, questioning them on whether they had poisoned you or not, only to order Yuki to stab you in the chest with a poisoned dagger weeks later. The night Yuki had stabbed you, Hisashi informed Ayato that the dagger Yuki had stabbed you with was laced with poison. The poison was not only from Liyue, but any skilled alchemist (or anyone with basic knowledge in alchemy) can easily make the antidote for the toxin.

“Oh, thank the mighty shogun.” Ayato sighs in relief when Hisashi presents the vial of antidote to him in his office. “Please, have one of the nurses give it to [Y/N],” Ayato says, only to receive a quizzical look from Hisashi.

“You’re not going to give the antidote to your fiancee?” Hisashi questions.

Ayato lets out a soft hum before answering, “I don’t think I can bear to see [Y/N] in such a state.” A sad smile appears on Ayato’s face before handing it back to Hisashi. “[Y/N] has voiced her suspicions over Yuki, but I brushed it off. Look where we are now.” He runs his gloved hand through his hair.

“I’m sure that [Y/N] will want to see you, Lord Ayato. After all, she is your fiancee, and she loves you very much.” Hisashi says; a smile ghosts over Hisashi’s face. Hisashi’s reply quelled Ayato’s concerns as he hesitantly took the vial from Hisashi’s hands.

“I thought they’d inject [Y/N] with this antidote rather than having her ingest it like how she had to ingest the previous antidote.” Ayato mused, holding up the glass vial.

“The famous alchemist from Inazuma said that it’s best to be ingested. Although there are no preferences, I believe that it’ll be best to have your fiancee drink it.” Hisashi crossed his arms over his chest.

Ayato hums to himself before nodding his head. Ayato gets up from his seat before leaving his office, walking to where your bedroom was located. Since you were released from the infirmary, Ayato ordered for the medical professionals to have you reside in your bedroom a few days after you got out of your surgery. One of the complicated parts of your surgery was blood transfusion due to the amount of blood that you have lost. One of the surgeons informed Ayato that you were very lucky to be alive because the blade that Yuki had stabbed you with had missed your heart by a few millimeters. When the surgeons told Ayato that, Ayato felt his heart plummet in his chest. Ayato almost lost you again.

Ayato stopped in front of your bedroom door before knocking softly. The door slides open, revealing his sister. Ayaka gives Ayato a small smile before gesturing for him to enter. Ayato walks into your bedroom, sliding the door closed behind him. You were sitting up on your bed, torso bandaged in many layers. You were rubbing your eyes tiredly, letting out a soft yawn.

“How are you feeling?” Ayato asks softly, sitting at the edge of your bed.

“My chest hurts, but I can’t really do much about it.” You sighed weakly, leaning up against your bed before wincing in pain. “It even hurts to take a deep breath.” You chuckled bitterly, shaking your head.

“Here is the antidote for the poison. It’s best for you to take it now to stop the poison from causing any further destruction.” Ayato says, handing the glass vial over to you. You grabbed the glass tube from Ayato’s hands, unscrewing the cap off before drinking all of the antidotes that were in the bottle.

“Do you, by any chance, know why the Takahashi Clan are after you?” Ayato asks, earning a nudge from Ayaka.

You shook your head, “I don’t know the reasons as to why they’re after my head.” You screw the cap back onto the bottle before handing it to Ayato. “Before Yuki stabbed me, she said that there’s no bad blood between her and me, but there is bad blood between the Takahashi Clan and me.” You added, gently touching the area where Yuki had stabbed you.

“You have never had any ties or connection with the Takahashi Clan. Nor did your clan have any feud with them, correct?” Ayato asks softly; you shake your head in response.

“The only clan that my clan has connections with would be the Kamisato Clan and the Sangonomiya Clan.” You said, your gaze falling onto your blanket.

“I’ll give you two some privacy,” Ayaka says, giving both you and Ayato a gentle smile before walking out of your bedroom, sliding the door closed behind her.

Ayato strokes his chin with his right hand, deep in thought. You couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous pale blue hair and his purple eyes. The little mole at the bottom of his mouth; you’re tempted to press a light kiss over his mole, but you held yourself back.

“Could the Takahashi Clan say that because you’re a Kamisato?” Ayato murmurs; you look at Ayato in confusion. “After all, the Kamisato Clan and the Takahashi Clan have bad blood.” He says, looking over at you curiously.

“While I am engaged to you, I don’t believe that I’m a Kamisato just yet.” You said, tapping on your chin with your index finger. “Although, that could be a good explanation considering my clan has never spoken to the Takahashi Clan before.” You sighed.

“I still don’t understand why they’re going after you. You didn’t do anything to the Takahashi Clan. The first time you’ve ever come into contact with the members of the Takahashi Clan was when we had tea with Takahashi Akihiko and Takahashi Yui.” Ayato muttered, his eyebrows furrowing. “Another thing that I find strange would be the fact that the Takahashi Clan have denied the accusation of being the sole reason for you falling ill, but Yuki has come clear and revealed some bits of information on who was the perpetrator.” Ayato strokes his chin with a soft hum. His eyebrows furrowing as he recalls the letter from the Takahashi Clan, accusing him of villainizing the Takahashi Clan when they were trying to make amends between the Takahashi and Kamisato Clan. Why did is the Takahashi Clan denying the claims so much when Yuki, the assassin that they had hired, exposed the clan itself for their evildoings? As much as Ayato had thought about arranging another meeting with the Takahashi Clan members, Ayato was worried that you could get hurt again if the Takahashi were to be invited to the meeting that Ayato had set up.

“Yeah, it’s strange.” You nod your head. Your shoulders droop as you let out a long exhale, “Since Yuki failed to kill me twice, that means that the Takahashi Clan will continue to find a way to have me assassinated.” You muttered, gnawing on your lower lip. At first, both you and Ayato thought that the assassin was after Ayato, but instead, the hitman was after you instead. You have never interacted with any other clan aside from the Kamisato Clan and the Sangonomiya Clan. Your parents have never mentioned the Takahashi Clan or any clans that your family could have bad blood. It was strange for the Takahashi Clan to go after you despite only interacting with you only once.

“I won’t let that happen,” Ayato states, reaching over and gently grabbing your hand, lightly squeezing it.

“Ayato,” You said softly as he moved closer to sit in front of you. Both your and Ayato’s knees were touching. “What did I do to deserve this?” You look up at your fiance sadly, your fingers interlocking together.

“You didn’t do anything. I will find a way to stop all of this, and if they don’t, there will be severe consequences.” Ayato states, reaching up to your face before caressing your face with his left hand.

Silence falls between you and Ayato; the two of you continue to stare at one another, not saying a word. You couldn’t help but admire the beauty that is Kamisato Ayato. Everything about him is perfect, and sometimes you wonder how he even became your fiance other than an arranged marriage. As the heir of the Kamisato Clan, he can reject marriage offers, but you were surprised to hear that Ayato had agreed to be married to you.

“What’s on your mind?” He whispers.

“You’re so pretty.” You breathed, looking at Ayato in awe.

Ayato laughs softly, brushing his thumb over your lips. “Mmm…. I’m not as pretty as you, though,” Ayato replies, giving you a small smile.

You scoffed softly, “Oh, please. You’re the most breathtaking human being ever.” Ayato snorts and lightly pinches your cheeks, causing you to whine softly.

“And you’re the cutest.” He smiles, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. “I love you, [Y/N]. I love you so much.” He presses his forehead against yours, his eyes closing. You closed your eyes and hummed softly.

“I love you more.” You murmured. Cracking your eyes open as he slowly pulls away from you, his left hand still caressing your cheek while his right hand is holding your hand. The silence between the two of you was driving you crazy. The last time the two of you shared physical affection with one another was when you and Ayato almost bedded one another. You feel your cheeks heat up at the mere thought of you and Ayato getting physically intimate.

“Let’s have a baby,” Ayato says, lightly squeezing your cheeks with a smile on his face.

“EH!? A baby!?” You squeaked, looking at Ayato with wide eyes. “Ayato, I’m still injured.” You sighed dramatically, shaking your head with a tiny smile on your face.

“Then let’s have a baby after you’re completely healed.” He says, shrugging his shoulders.

“Do we have time to be parents? Well, do you have time to be a father?” You ask, tilting your head to the side.

“I can make time for my children. I can’t put work before my family.” Ayato says, shrugging his shoulders.

“You didn’t even kiss me once, and you already want us to have babies? Tsk, Mister Kamisato! Where are your manners?” You teased, lightly poking his abdomen. Ayato smiles and laughs softly. He gently pulls you into his arms before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“May I kiss you, my dearest fiancee?” Ayato asks softly, his gaze falling onto your lips.

“You may, Mister Kamisato.” You smile.

“Tsk, babe, stop calling me Mister Kamisato! Give me a cute nickname! We are engaged, after all.” He whines softly. It was very uncharacteristic of him to do so, and it caught you off guard. You couldn’t help but look at him with wide eyes before breaking into a giggling fit.

“Alright, alright, you big baby.” You sighed in defeat.

“I-” He looks at you in shock. You snorted and shook your head. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders slowly and pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Hehe, sorry, honey. I had to do it.” You snorted, lightly pinching his cheeks with a cheeky smile on your face.

“You’re lucky you’re cute and that I love you.” He sighed dramatically. You smile at him innocently. Ayato grabs you by your chin before leaning in close to your face. Both your and Ayato’s eyes slowly shut before both of your lips meet halfway. The sweet and intimate moment between you and Ayato was cut short by the sound of your bedroom door sliding open, a small gasp breaking the silence. You and Ayato pull away, looking over towards the entrance of your bedroom, only to see Thoma.

“So…. I see that the two of you have made up.” Thoma gives both you and Ayato a teasing smile. You buried your red face into the crook of Ayato’s neck. Ayato didn’t say anything but gave the blond man a look. Thoma laughs nervously, “I’ll give you two some privacy!” Thoma walks towards the door before stopping abruptly, looking over his shoulder.

“I will be returning in a moment to deliver food for [Y/N] to eat. You two better be decent when I get back because I do not want to walk in on something I definitely do not want to see.” Thoma gives Ayato a teasing smile before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“Now, where were we?” Ayato taps his chin; you peeked up at him from his neck. Your face was beet red, causing Ayato to chuckle softly. “You’re so cute.” He pressed a kiss on your temple. You leaned up and kissed the mole below his lips with a tiny smile.

“Not as cute as you, my love.” You hummed, snuggling up against his chest. Ayato wraps his arms around your waist; Ayato rests his cheek on top of your head. Ayato feels his heart swells with joy as he holds you close to him. This is something he can get used to, but the only issue is to make sure that no one else hurts you. Specifically, those who are a part of the Takahashi Clan and that are associated with the Takahashi Clan. Due to the persistence and stubbornness of the Takahashi Clan, Ayato knows that it won’t be easy.

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'tis the damn season | Chapter 8

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Julie/Cece (OC, no physical description)

Word count: 8.3K

The last person he expected to run into was his high school sweetheart and the one that got away, Julie.

Chapter 7 | Master List | Ao3

Trigger warning: panic attack, mentions of miscarriage

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Chapter 8

Julie woke to the sound of loud snoring. Biting back a groan, she resisted the urge to drive her elbow into Jake's stomach. She attempted to lift the pillow enough to put her head under it, but he'd completely abandoned his in favor of hers. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that Jake didn't snore often - it was usually after a long day or when he was exhausted.

But that was cold comfort when he sounded like a chainsaw. Gritting her teeth, Julie turned in his arms. "Jake," she said softly, not wanting to startle him awake. He didn't so much as twitch. Huffing, she gently shook him. "Babe." No response. In the dim light, she looked at him and felt her heartache at the bags under his eyes. When he was awake, he was so animated that it was easy to ignore, but she could see how tired he was. It had been a long week, and the tense set of his shoulders when he'd stood in his mama's kitchen that first day back made her wonder how much stress he'd been under back home. When she lightly ran her fingers over his cheek, the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. For a moment, she thought he had stopped snoring. But then there was a rasping noise, and his mouth fell open again, drawing in rattling breaths.

Rolling her eyes, Julie leaned forward to kiss the tip of Jake's nose before gently untangling herself from his hold and the covers. His arms tightened around her when she tried to move away, but eventually relented. Carefully climbing over him, she grabbed her clothes from the floor and tiptoed into the hallway, closing the door behind her. After detouring into the bathroom to dress and pausing to plug in the Christmas tree, she collapsed onto the couch, pulling the blanket over her lap.

Her eyes unfocused, she stared at the tree's white lights and let her thoughts wander. It had been such a long, emotionally exhausting day. She'd known that Christmas would be rough, but she hadn't anticipated it being that much of a rollercoaster. From waking up in Jake's arms to her daddy's letter, Julie felt like she'd been run through the wringer. And she knew that today wouldn't be much better. In a couple of hours, Jake would wake up and want to talk about what came next before he left. And then…

And then they would be right back to where they always were. Living two separate lives states apart.

Unbidden tears sprang to her eyes as she glanced down the dark hallway where she could hear Jake. She knew what he wanted: he would ask her to come with him to California and give them another chance. The moment he'd let those three words pass his lips, it had been written so plainly across his face. Jake still loved her and wanted to pick up where they'd left off.

A small part of her wanted to do precisely that. Julie knew that her time in Magnolia was running out. The town that had once felt so safe now felt suffocating. Everyone expected her to be the same girl she'd always been, not recognizing that she'd changed. She'd grown up in the shadow of so many people - first Mama's, then Jake's, and finally Daddy's. She'd never had the opportunity to become her own person here.

Julie wasn't sure where she wanted to go, just away. Somewhere she could figure out who she was, away from the expectations of others. Austin seemed the most realistic option, but it felt too comfortable. While she loved the city, it felt like taking another step backward - doing the safe thing. Other than her trips out to Annapolis, South Carolina, and her road trips to see Jake in flight school and Virginia, she had yet to explore much of the country.

The thought of moving somewhere blindly and hoping for the best paralyzed her with indecision. What if it was a horrible mistake?

Her heart whispered that California wouldn't be a mistake. Her rational brain reminded Julie of what happened the last time she'd followed her heart across the country. The thought of going through that again terrified her.

It kept her from telling Jake that she loved him too, the words on the tip of her tongue every time he said them. It was irrational, but she felt that Julie would promise something she wasn't sure she could follow through with when she said them.

The people in your life have always asked too much.

That line in Daddy's letter had struck her, and Julie knew what he meant by it. How many times had he told her to stand up for herself, that her voice and opinions were just as important as anyone else's, that she had to put herself first, and that she needed to stop putting her wants, hopes, and dreams secondary to others?

It had been easier to follow others' wishes for a long time. As a little girl, people pitied her for losing Mama so young. They treated her with kid gloves, ensuring she was always cared for and watched. No one wanted to hear that she wanted to scream and rage - they expected her to be the quiet little lady. As a teenager, Jake had spun stories of escaping their small town and traveling to exotic places, promising her adventures when they were married and he was in the military. Her dream of starting her own bakery paled in comparison to that.

But the one thing she would never regret was coming home when Daddy was sick. Nothing could have kept her from him when he called her and said, "Julie-bear, I have some bad news." He might regret asking her to move back to Magnolia, but she wouldn't trade in the world for that extra time with him.

Pushing away those thoughts and concerns about her long-term plans, she focused on her immediate future. She still needed an oven, especially since she had a few orders in the next couple of weeks. The last thing she wanted to do was be stuck trying to figure out a new oven's quirks while working on a wedding cake.

Grabbing her laptop, Julie pulled up the website for an appliance store and started her search. The prices would hit her savings, but it was a necessary evil. And now that she had her mama's travel fund… she pushed those thoughts away and focused on the website. The double ovens drew her attention - the idea of baking multiple things at once was so appealing - but they weren't in stock, and she wasn't willing to drop nearly $3,000. She'd been eyeing a countertop oven to do macrons in, which would get her through bigger orders.

The little voice in the back of her mind said that the huge expense wasn't worth it if she was going to sell the house. But even though Daddy had given her permission to do so, it still felt wrong to think about selling. This was her home - the kitchen doorway still held the height marks Mama had made every year on her birthday that Daddy had continued after she'd died.

Julie was so focused on her research that she failed to note the absence of snoring or clock the soft footfalls. She didn't notice Jake until he was standing at the mouth of the hallway, clearing his throat. The tree lights gave his skin a golden glow, highlighting the play of his muscles as he walked toward her. Her eyes ran the length of his naked body, a smile tugging at her lips as he came to stand behind her. Tipping her head back, she couldn't help but giggle at the sight of his hair flattened on one side and the sleepy look of disappointment on his face. "Woke up an' you weren' there," he grumbled.

"Couldn't sleep with all the racket you were makin'," Julie replied. Jake's eyes narrowed before he leaned down to kiss her, his nose brushing her chin. His lips curved into a smile, and she couldn't help but laugh against his mouth. She remembered the summer he'd insisted on perfecting the upside-down kiss, just like in the Spiderman movie. Apparently, two decades had yet to steal the skill from him.

"You're not supposed to laugh when I'm kissin' you, baby," he chuckled. “Mary Jane didn't laugh at Spiderman." At that, she laughed harder, feeling a flush of warmth that he'd been thinking the same thing. Trailing kisses down her throat, Jake placed a final kiss between her breasts before standing up. "Come back to bed? I don't wanna wake up without you again."

While he meant the words innocently enough, Julie felt the weight behind them. But that didn't stop her from closing her laptop and standing. Jake's hands wrapped around her waist as she coiled her arms around his neck. His lips were soft but insistent, and she could feel his heart beating against hers. When they broke apart, his forehead rested against hers briefly before lifting. The Christmas tree lights twinkled in his sea-glass eyes, and the words escaped before she could stop them. "I love you, Farm Boy."

"I love you too, Cupcake." She could see the growing hope in his eyes, the words forming on his tongue. Unable to face it, she kissed him again, smiling when he groaned as her fingers raked through his hair. Jake's hands skated down her body, lifting her and encouraging her legs to wrap around his hips. "Love you so goddamn much, honey," he said, staring up at her. "Come -"

Her lips covered his, cutting off his words. His cheek lifted against her palm when she cupped his face, feeling his grin as he turned and walked them back to her room. Julie tugged off her shirt and let it drop to the floor, tilting her head back when his attention shifted to her breasts. The rough sensation of his facial hair against her skin made her gasp, legs tightening around him as her hips rolled. Jake chuckled, lowering her onto the bed carefully, pausing only to tug off her pants before his body covered hers. Julie could feel his cock, heavy and hard against her thigh, and felt herself clench. Curling a leg over him, she lifted her hip, feeling his answering groan against her throat as the movement shifted him so his cock rested against her folds. "You sure you don't have a condom?" he breathed, unable to stop himself from thrusting lightly, teasing over the apex of her thighs.

It was on the tip of her tongue to say forget the condom, but Julie couldn't forget the anxiety of their two pregnancy scares. "I'm sure," she gasped when his lips closed around her nipple. Jake teased her for a moment before switching to her other breast and reaching for his phone. A quick glance at the time made him smirk against her.

"Gas station's opening soon." Julie groaned, covering her face with a hand. Chuckling, Jake gently took her wrist and pulled it away, kissing her sweetly. "Don't worry, honey. Not gonna leave my girl hangin'." Wordlessly, he trailed his lips down her body, tongue dipping into her navel before settling between her legs. His arms wrapped around her thighs, tugging them over his shoulders. His cheek grazed her inner thigh, the course texture of his short beard causing her to shift. "Dreamed about this so many times, Julie." She felt her heart skip a beat, and her breath caught when he lowered his mouth, his tongue parting her folds.

Jake was methodical as he took her apart with his talented tongue and thick fingers. Cece tugged his hair, trying to pull him away as he suckled on her clit even as her hips pressed against him. His hold tightened on her, his own hips grinding against the mattress to ease his aching dick. She tasted like heaven on his tongue, her choked gasps the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. And when her thighs closed around his head as she spasmed around his fingers, Jake thought about the rings sitting in the lockbox underneath the bed. It was too soon to ask her to put the engagement ring back on, a placeholder for the nicer one he would buy now that he could afford it. But Jake knew that's where they were headed. It's where they were always meant to be - he was her Farm Boy, and she was his Cupcake.

For now, her sated expression as she collapsed onto the pillow, lips parted and face flushed, was enough. Her hands curled around his head, gently encouraging him up her body until their mouths met. She could taste herself on his tongue, his beard damp with her arousal. He pulled away to rest his forehead against hers, bracing an arm by her head to hold most of his weight from her. Julie kept her eyes open to watch him, his breath a soft pant against her face. When his eyes finally opened, they crinkled as he smiled. "Hey," she whispered.

"Hey." He could feel her breasts brushing his chest as they breathed and fought the urge to rut against her. When her fingers combed through his hair, his eyes closed with contentment. "Keep doin' that, and I'm not gonna get out of bed."

"Would it be the worst thing?" Cece's tone was teasing, and he groaned when she pressed a featherlight kiss to his lips. Forcing himself to roll to the side, he propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at her, lightly running a finger around her nipple and watching the skin tighten at his touch.

"As good as you taste, honey, I wanna feel you come on my cock at least once before I leave." He smiled and kissed her at her sharp inhale, saying against her lips, "Preferably more."

"Better hurry, then." With a sigh, he rolled out of bed and grabbed his jeans, tugging them on as he watched Cece watch him. Carefully, he adjusted his erection before pulling up the zipper, winking when he caught her huff. After pulling on his shirt, he leaned down to kiss her again.

"Don't move," Jake ordered. "I'll be right back."

"Drive safe. Watch out for black ice."

"You forget who taught you how to drive in the snow?" he chuckled, pressing against the hand cupping him through his jeans.

"No, just know that you're gonna drive like a maniac, and you're rusty with winter skills, California boy."

"Farm Boy," Jake corrected, pressing his lips to her forehead. Cece's hand twined in his shirt, tugging him back toward her mouth. "Your Farm Boy."

"Mine," she agreed. When he didn't move away, Cece laughed and pushed against him. Jake groaned, slowly backing out of the room.

"Stay there. Promise."

"I promise." With a detour to the bathroom to steal some of her mouthwash and splash water on his face, Jake left the house, yelling his promise to hurry.

Laughing, Julie pulled back the blankets and settled in, reaching for her phone. Her eyebrows shot up when she saw the red bubble on TikTok saying she had over 20 thousand notifications.

Between the cold jog from the house and how long it took Cece's car to warm up, Jake's erection had disappeared by the time he got to the gas station. Which was good because he made a beeline for the condoms, ignoring the knowing smirk from the kid behind the counter. He looked familiar, meaning Jake probably went to school with his sibling or cousin.

Package in hand, his steps faltered as he passed the snack aisle. He wanted to make Cece breakfast before he left, but with her oven broken, he wasn't sure if that would be possible. Was the stove working? Rather than risk it, he grabbed a couple of sleeves of the chocolate donuts she'd always gotten on their road trips. It was better than nothing, and he knew how much she loved the damn things.

"Find what you were lookin' for?" the kid asked when Jake approached the counter.

"I did, thanks," he answered, placing the items in front of the kid and reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. The cashier rang up the donuts, letting the condoms sit like it would embarrass him. Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, Jake tapped his card on the reader as the door opened with a tinkling bell. Glancing over, he saw the firefighter—Drew—stepping inside, bringing his hands to his mouth to blow on them.

The two men eyed one another. Jake felt a hint of embarrassment that the last time he'd seen the man, he'd been half-frozen and in tears about his treacherous ex and, before that, had been trying to undo the damage done by said ex. He knew the other man cared for Cece, and if it hadn't been for witnessing their kiss at Mickey's, he probably would have thanked the man for taking care of the woman he loved.

"You want a bag?" the cashier asked, snapping them out of the silent standoff. Jake glanced over his shoulder to see the kid holding up the box of condoms and felt an unfamiliar blush creep over his cheeks.

"Yeah," he said, feeling Drew staring at him. Jake glanced over his shoulder, watching the other man move toward the coffee station. He suppressed a sigh, wishing he was back in San Diego, where the city was big enough to avoid awkward encounters like this. Snatching the bag from the cashier, he quickly exited the gas station and hurried toward Cece's car. As he turned the ignition, he saw Drew watching him, his face the picture of resignation.

He would have to let Cece know about the run in, in case Drew decided to say something about it. And while he hated the idea of her being forced to have an awkward conversation, he couldn't deny that it felt good that the other man knew how serious he was about Cece. Even if he was leaving today, he wanted to ensure that every busybody and gossip in Magnolia knew exactly how much Jake Seresin loved Julie Ryan and how serious he was about her. About them. About getting back together and back on track to where they always should have been.

Jake glanced at the clock as he pulled onto Cece's street. He'd need to start heading to the airport in five hours - more than enough time to make a dent in the box of condoms and say goodbye to his family. Without his rental car, he'd need someone to drive him to the airport, and Cece had volunteered the night before, saying she would order her new oven on the way back. While he didn't want to do the sad airport goodbye, the two-hour drive would give him extra time to convince her to come for a visit in the next few weeks. If he could show her how great California was, he might be able to persuade her to move out there. If not, they would figure it out. He had just over two years left on his new contract, and if he had to figure out a way to keep the relationship going long distance and then turn in his wings? He'd do it.

The sun was just rising as he parked in the driveway. A smile tugged at his mouth as he thought about what waited for him inside. That this could be his new normal - nights sleeping in Cece's arms, waking up to her kisses, and coming home to her after a long day. He could picture her in his kitchen, countertops covered with her baking and machines. Her things crowding his bathroom sink. Her clothes beside his in the closet. Or they could find a new place. A little bungalow where they could build their life together and raise a couple of kids.

But those thoughts disappeared when he opened the front door and saw Cece on the couch. It wasn't until he opened his mouth to tease her about not being where he left her that he saw tears streaming down her face as she looked at her phone, running a hand through her hair. "What's wrong?" Jake demanded, tossing the plastic bag onto the coffee table and sitting beside her. When he tried to pull her into his arms, Cece pushed him away and stood. "Honey? Talk to me."

"I -" she gasped before pressing a hand to her mouth. Unable to get the words out, she tapped something on her phone screen. Jake paled as he heard Shayla's voice.

"Get un-ready with me while I give you a sad update about my pregnancy after my fiancé cheated with another creator on this app."

Jake was on his feet in an instant, reaching for the phone. His fingers brushed Cece's as he took it, and she yanked her hand away as though she'd been scalded. On-screen, he watched with growing horror as Shayla cried crocodile tears while removing her makeup, dark mascara tears dripping down her face as she spun a web of lies about how Jake had brought her home to introduce her to his family and announce their pregnancy. How he made sure to run into his ex-fiancée and didn't tell her who she was. The whole family lied to her, and Shayla only found out when she stumbled across the truth when she found old pictures of them in his room - she actually showed one of him and Cece at the local fair as teens, his arm thrown casually over her shoulder, and another from when he proposed at his graduation. She went on about how unwelcome the family made her, even after they found out about the baby. And how she caught Jake and Julie kissing. After she confronted Jake about it, he told her to get over it because Julie was always going to be a part of his life.

The most damning "evidence" was the video she'd taken at Cece's house, confronting them on Christmas for sleeping together. He was half-naked, and Cece peeked out behind him with her sleep-tousled hair. Shayla accused Jake of choosing his ex over his new family. She sobbed that he had kicked her out into the cold and told her to find her own way back to California. That they were done, and he didn't care about the baby. And how the stress of it all had made her miscarry, losing the one bright spot of the entire relationship.

But the worst part was that Shayla had tagged Cece in the video. As Jake watched the video, comment notifications continuously popped up on the top of the screen faster than he could swipe them away. His heart broke with every one he saw.

Whore.

Slut.

Homewrecker.

Murderer.

Death threats.

The video started over, and Jake quickly locked the phone, unwilling to hear Shayla's lies again. He let it slip from his fingers, and it thudded loudly on the floor. Cece sniffled, and he forced himself to move. She was hurting, and he needed to fix it. "Baby," he breathed, stepping toward her.

"Don't touch me," Cece snapped, moving out of his reach. They stared at one another; tears clouded Jake's vision as he looked at her. This was his fault. She was hurting because of him. Because he'd brought Shayla into her life. When she finally spoke, the venom in Cece's voice was like a punch to the gut. "H-how did she know you were here?"

"I don't…" And then Jake felt his stomach drop. "Fuck." Pulling his phone from his pocket, he quickly entered the code and opened the location-sharing app. After they'd gotten back together, Shayla had suggested it to regain his trust. He'd added it and promptly forgot about it with everything else going on. "I forgot…she can see where I am." Quickly, he disabled the sharing, but the damage had already been done. "Honey, I'm so sorry." Her phone screen lit as more notifications popped up.

"You should go." Cece trembled as she closed her eyes and turned her face away, unable to bear the sight of him. Her shoulders hunched as she wrapped her arm around herself.

"Cece -"

"Go, Jake." Rather than listen, he moved closer and tried to hold her. Julie knocked his hands away, anger and hurt etched on her face. "I said don't touch me!"

"Cece, please - you know that it's all lies."

"It doesn't matter!" she shrieked, pointing at the phone. "All that matters is that people believe what she said. And what it looks like. And—and," Julie's chest heaved as she struggled to draw a breath. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest as it struggled against the bands around her ribs. The edges of her vision blurred, and she felt a flush of heat.

Jake watched as Cece clawed at her throat and quickly closed the distance between them, catching her hands and holding tight when she tried to pull away from him. "Hey," he said, voice firm. "Hey, look at me, Julie."

"I can't breathe," she gasped.

"Yes, you can, baby." His brows were furrowed with worry as he watched her. Recognition from his early days of flight training kicked in as he spoke calmly. "You're hyperventilating, honey. Need you to slow your breathing." Guiding one of her hands to her stomach, he said, "Breathe from here, Julie. Not from your chest - all the way down in your belly." Jake inhaled deeply and held it for four seconds before blowing it out. "Breathe with me now, baby," he said softly, placing her other hand on his heart. "In for the count of four. Hold it for four. Blow out for four. That's it, honey, again." Counting to four repeatedly, Jake watched the flush fade from Cece's face, sweat dotting her skin. When her knees wobbled, his hands closed around her elbows, helping to gently guide her to the floor as she continued to focus on her breathing. "That's right, baby, again. In - two, three, four. Hold - two, three, four…"

Tears streamed down Cece's face, and her hand dropped from his chest when he released it to wipe her face. His own tears went unchecked when she started to sob, gasping breaths that threatened to undo all her hard work. Shifting closer, he pulled her into his chest, ignoring the way she weakly pushed against him, her hands fisted in his shirt. He ensured his grip was loose enough that she wouldn't feel trapped. "I love you, Julie. You're alright, honey. I've got you," Jake murmured against her temple, pressing kisses into her hair.

Eventually, Cece's sobs turned into sniffles and hiccups, and she seemed to sag against him. Her hands loosened in his shirt and fell away. Slowly, she lifted her head from the crook of his neck, and the blank expression on her face made Jake's gut clench. It was hard to reconcile her with the woman he'd laughed with less than an hour ago. Cupping her face, he ran his thumbs under her eyes before placing a chaste kiss on her lips. "I love you, Cupcake. It's gonna be okay."

"They're calling me a homewrecking murderer. On my videos with Daddy." Her voice was flat, but her chin wobbled again. Jake never felt so helpless before.

"You're not, baby. You did nothing wrong. She was never pregnant, honey. That fuckin' bitch is just trying to hurt me, and she knows the best way to do that is through you."

"Every video. All those people…"

"Hey," he said, tilting her head so she would meet his gaze. Though their eyes met, hers were still dead. "Those people don't know you, Julie. It doesn't matter what they think. You and me? We know the truth, and we didn't do anything wrong."

"We kissed. I kissed -"

"I kissed you," he said firmly. "You did nothing wrong. I was wrong to do it, but not you, Julie. You hear me? You don't deserve any of this." Jake felt a flicker of hope when her shaking hands covered his, drawing them from her face until she placed them at his side and slid out of his lap.

"You should go."

"What? Cece, I'm not -"

"I want you to leave."

"Julie -"

"Please."

"I love you."

"I don't care."

Jake had never felt pain before hearing those three words. The easy way they rolled off Cece's tongue so dispassionately. A simple statement of fact - she didn't care that he loved her. That he would do anything to protect her from this. To fix this. "I love you, Julie," he repeated, voice rough with tears. Wanting her to take those words back. "Please don't make me leave you? Stay with me, baby, please." When he leaned forward to kiss her, she turned so his lips brushed her damp cheek.

"I don't want to be near you right now." She pushed to her feet, and Jake caught her limp hands, scrambling to stand. When he stepped closer, she shuffled backward, pulling away from his touch. Crossing the few steps to the front door, she opened it and looked at the floor.

"Baby."

"Please." Gritting his teeth, Jake walked toward her and cupped her face, forcing her to meet his eyes, searching for any flicker of emotion. But she'd shut him out. He'd thought that her leaving him in Virginia had been hard, but this was agony - this time, he knew exactly what he'd done to cause them this pain. The taste of salt and sadness merged when their lips brushed, and he rested his forehead against hers.

"I'm going to get my stuff from my parents', and then I'll be back. We'll figure this out, honey, I swear it."

The door closed behind him when he stepped onto the porch, and Jake stood there for a long moment before forcing his feet to move. The sooner he got his stuff, the sooner he'd be back.

"- bitch!"

"- you think my son would do that, Betty Roberts, you've got another thing coming -"

"Ally, you know what the doc said about your blood pressure."

"I don't give a fuck. She's not gonna get away with this, Will -"

"You can take your gossip and shove it where the sun don't shine, Betty!" Mama snapped. Jake hesitated in the doorway momentarily before shaking himself and jogging up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He threw open his bedroom door and grabbed his duffle, tossing it on the bed before collecting his things. Clothes were tossed haphazardly into the bag, and he didn't pause when Will appeared in his doorway.

"Hey, thought I heard you come in. You okay?"

"Do I fucking look okay?" Jake hissed.

"Stupid question. How's Julie?"

"About how you'd expect when the internet's calling you a - " he couldn't even say the word. Not about Cece.

"Right." Will scratched the back of his head, unsure of what to say to his little brother. "Uh… you need me to do anything?"

"I need to see if I can change my flight to a later one. I still…" Jake grimaced, running a hand down his face. "I still have to leave today, so I'm not absent over leave." When he'd bought the tickets, he'd wanted to get home with enough time to get settled before work tomorrow. Now, he regretted picking the earlier flight over the late afternoon one.

"On it."

"Jake?" Mama asked, coming up behind Will. The older man raised his eyebrows and quickly backed out of the room. "Where's Julie?"

"At her house. I just came by to get my stuff, and I'm headed back." Jake saw his mama twisting her hands when he heard the door shut.

"I have to ask. I know that that woman lied a lot in her video" - he grimaced at the thought of his parents seeing that - "but did you tell her who Julie was to you?"

"I…I told her that she was an old family friend. And the only other part of that fuckin' thing that's true is that I kissed Cece before ending it with Shayla. All the rest of it is lies."

"Jacob." Her sigh was filled with disappointment as she closed her eyes. "Son -"

"I'm not gonna apologize. Not after all her lies and what she did."

"I'm not going to defend her. I think she's horrible, and I'm relieved I don't have to have her as a daughter-in-law. And you know how much we love Julie, but -"

"But nothing."

"But you kissed another woman when you were engaged. And that is never okay."

Standing to his full height, Jake put his hands on his hips and shook his head. "Normally, Mama, I'd agree with you. But not when it comes to her. I broke up with Shayla because we didn't work, and I wasn't happy. And then she lied and told me she was pregnant and I wouldn't see my kid if I didn't marry her. I tried to make it work. And she lied about all of it. There was never a baby. My only regret is believing her and bringing her here. I shoulda never done that to y'all or Cece."

Mama paled, bringing a hand to her mouth. "Oh, son. We thought… we heard you yelling about her not being pregnant, but we thought that maybe she had…"

The unspoken accusation stung, and Jake let out a watery laugh. "I would have never been mad at her for miscarrying. I wouldn't have married her, but I wouldn't have been mad."

"That's not what I meant - "

"It is." Between that and Pops saying he didn't like the person Jake was, he was ready to get out of there. Slinging his bag onto his shoulder, he patted his pockets to ensure he had his wallet and phone, tugging on his Longhorns cap. With another cursory glance around the room, he nodded and stepped toward the door. Mama stood in front of it, and she reached for him, but he dodged. Pausing long enough to kiss the side of her head, he sighed, "I love you, but I need to go."

The resignation on her face hurt, but she nodded. "Make sure to say bye to your father. I love you, Jacob. And nothing's gonna change that." Swallowing around the lump in his throat, he dropped his bag in the kitchen. Ally was ranting about the video, and Jake hesitated before taking out his phone. If his family thought that he left Shayla for a miscarriage, he needed to fix that immediately. Pulling up the screenshots, he wordlessly placed the device next to Will, who was looking up plane tickets for him, and left for the barn.

It took a minute to find him, but Pops was inspecting the equipment in the milk tank shed before he went to get the cows from the field. When the door opened, he looked up from his clipboard. The weary expression on his face let Jake know he'd seen the video, too. "Son."

"I'm leaving. I need to get back to Cece." Pops nodded, tucked the clipboard under his arm, and studied his youngest.

"She's a good girl, Jake." He nodded, unsure of where this was going. "Trust takes a long time to build and a second to break. Just make sure you know what you're doing there."

"I love - "

"I know you love her," Pops said, holding up a hand to stop him. "Just… be careful." The tug back to Cece was strong, but Jake needed his Pops to understand what had happened. He needed him to know that being with Shayla was his attempt to follow what he'd been taught - family is the priority.

"Pops," Jake gasped. And the story spilled out of him. He told him about meeting Shayla when he was lonely. How she started filming and ignoring how uncomfortable he was with it. He badly wanted a marriage and family, and he tricked himself into thinking they could have that. And then realizing he didn't love or even really like her. His stupid action on Halloween and finding out about the 'pregnancy.' How he'd begged for Shayla to let him have the baby and her blackmail. He told Pops about convincing himself he loved her and that they could make it work when they got married for the baby's sake.

Tears slipped down his cheeks as Jake told him about seeing Cece again. How he regretted losing her and discovering his stupidity was why she'd left in the first place. How easy it was being with her, and the night they'd stayed up baking - listening to music, catching up, and dancing - had been the happiest he'd felt in years. Nothing had happened until he gave into a delirious moment of weakness and kissed her, unsure if it was a dream until she'd shoved him away. Of the guilt, knowing that he'd done that as his pregnant fiancée slept, or so he thought. How Shayla had intentionally destroyed Cece's work to punish him. Jake told Pops about Shayla's ultimatum of not seeing Cece again and being ready to make that sacrifice for his family. About how jealous he'd felt seeing Cece kiss the fireman, knowing he didn't have the right to feel that way.

And then seeing the texts. The anger at knowing he'd been lied to, the grief of losing a child he'd never had, and the relief of not having to marry someone he didn't love. How numb he'd felt when the news sank in, and the comfort he'd felt when Cece cared for him. How shitty he felt when she finally broke down, knowing that he should have been there for her through all of it but hoping that maybe they could fix this. That they could work out all of their problems and be together. Then seeing the video. And being helpless to do anything as strangers believed a lie and tore them apart. Of Cece's panic attack before she shut down and kicked him out.

"I tried, Pops," he gasped. "I just… I don't know how it got so fucked up." Bill sighed, placing his clipboard on the tank before pulling his son into his arms, hand resting on the back of his head. Jake shook with suppressed tears, gasping for breath.

"It's alright, son. We'll figure this out." But as much as Jake wanted to believe his father, he couldn't.

A strange car was in Cece's driveway when he pulled her SUV in. Grabbing his bag from the passenger seat, Jake leapt the porch steps, fumbling with her keys. He'd been gone too long, and the clock was already working against them. Will hadn't been able to get his plane ticket switched - the later flight from Amarillo to Dallas was sold out, so Jake had to leave in two hours or face disciplinary action for not reporting to work tomorrow.

"I'm ba -" Jake stopped short as the door refused to open past a crack. His eyes drifted up, catching on the chain that barred his entry. "Cece? Honey, it's me."

But the woman who appeared wasn't Cece. Anger and disgust were written across her face as she glared at him. "What are you doing here, Seresin? Haven't you caused enough problems?"

The voice helped him recognize the woman he hadn't seen in over a decade. "Lucy, please, I just need -"

"To leave," Cece's best friend since elementary school cut him off. "You just need to leave. She doesn't want to see you."

"Then she can tell me that." Her laugh was cruel, and he threw a hand out to keep her from shutting the door in his face.

"I'm pretty sure she already did that, asshole. Now give me her keys and go back to whatever hole you crawled out from. Jules was doing fine before you got here, and she's gonna be even better when you disappear from her life. Again."

"Here," he said, thrusting the keys into the gap between the door and frame; she quickly took them. "Fine. But I'm not leaving. Not until she talks to me."

Lucy shook her head. "You know what I've spent the last hour doing? I've been going through her business email and getting rid of the horrible things people are saying about her. These assholes are sending her interest forms for her cakes and telling her to write 'baby killer' on them. Because of you, Jake."

"Fuck."

"Yeah. Fuck. And fuck you for bringing this onto her." Her eyes ran the length of him before she shook her head. "Call someone to come get you because I'm not letting you in this house."

"That's not your choice."

"Right now, it is. So let me do something you never could and protect Julie from you hurting her again." The deadbolt locking was loud in the morning air.

Jake stared at the door for a long moment before lifting his fist and knocking. "Cece, please open up!" He heard Lucy telling him to go away but ignored her. "Baby, just talk to me!" But there was no answer. Gritting his teeth, he rested his head against the wood. "Julie, please." Tears pricked at his eyes. After a long moment, he turned and slid down the door, dropping his head into his hands.

Cold seeped into his clothes as he sat there, listening to the sounds of the neighborhood waking. His phone went off at some point, and he glanced at it to see that Fanboy had sent Shayla's video in the Dagger chat with a plea for it not to be true. Unable to stomach the idea of talking to them, Jake sent the screenshots and silenced the chat. He ignored Mama's messages, asking if he was alright. Pops had promised to talk to Mama, and Jake knew she probably felt bad about her assumption, but he didn't have it in him to comfort her at the moment.

When his fingers and toes went numb, he stood and stamped his feet to get the blood flowing, blowing on his hands. The cold winter sun did little to warm him, but he stepped off the porch and tried to soak it in. A glance at his watch showed he'd already lost an hour. Grimacing, he fumbled for his phone with clumsy fingers and glanced over the texts from his family without responding. The Dagger chat was full of angry messages on his behalf, which also went unanswered.

With nothing else to do, he pulled up TikTok. Reluctantly, he navigated to Shayla's page and paused the video so he wouldn't have to hear her before looking at the comments. They were horrible. He was getting destroyed by them, but so was Cece. Unable to stomach them, he navigated to her page and clicked on her first video. He was relieved that comments had been disabled, so she wasn't subjected to any more hate. But as he searched, he found that others had picked up on the video and were doing reactions to it. Others had looked through Cece's video and picked up on his minor appearance in her one about preparing for the Mayor's party - they saw his watch as he reached for something and connected it to one of his many shots in Shayla's videos.

Sitting on the steps, he scrolled the app, hating every moment. Seeing a few people defending Cece was heartening, but they were drowned out by the negativity.

The sound of a front door opening made him jump to his feet in time to see Cece stepping outside. Her eyes were red and puffy, and Jake knew she'd been crying again. "Honey," he breathed, hurrying up the steps as she closed the door. But she held out a hand to stop him when he reached for her. A blanket was folded over her arm, and a coffee mug in hand.

"I didn't know you were here. I… I fell asleep not long after Lucy got here."

"Good. I'm glad you got some rest. Are you okay? Or" - he tugged off his hat and ran a nervous hand through his hair - "as good as you can be?" Her only answer was a shrug. He took the blanket she held out and threw it over his shoulders, tugging it close before taking a hesitant step toward her. He nearly groaned at the warmth soaking into his frozen fingers when she handed him the coffee mug. "Thanks." Cece nodded, shoving her hands into her coat pockets and hunching her shoulders as her eyes dropped. She refused to meet his gaze as he sipped the coffee. Sighing, he set the mug down and closed the space between them, opening the blanket and pulling her into his arms.

Cece tensed, then shivered. "You're freezing," she breathed.

"'M fine," he murmured, pressing his lips to the top of her head. After a moment, her arms wrapped around him, hands sweeping up and down his back to try and warm him up. "I love you." The silence stretched painfully.

"I love you too," Cece finally said, and Jake felt like he could breathe for the first time since he left the house this morning. His arms tightened around her, and she ducked her head to rest her forehead on his shoulder.

"I love you so much, baby," he said again. "We're gonna get through this." They were silent, taking comfort from one another for a long time. A truck turned onto the street, and Jake watched his sister-in-law park behind Lucy's car. She lifted a hand but made no move to get out. Frowning, he pulled back. "What's Ally doing here?"

"I asked her to drive you to the airport," Cece said, eyes focused on his chin rather than meeting his. "I don't… I'm not okay to drive."

"Will you come with me?" Gently forcing her chin up, he studied her face and forced a wry smile. "I want you to come to San Diego, but I'll settle for the airport for now."

"I'm tired, Jake. And… I think the space would be good for us right now." Her words, softly spoken, were like a knife to his gut.

"Julie…"

"Safe travels, Jake." But he refused to let her go when she tried to pull away. His eyes darted across her face, taking in her carefully blank expression. Still, the sadness and exhaustion were unmistakable in her eyes.

"This isn't… you're not…" he forced himself to take a breath as his heart raced. "Don't disappear on me. Please, honey."

"Text me when you're home." When he leaned down, Jake hesitated a moment and felt a rush of relief when Cece closed the gap to kiss him. "I love you, Farm Boy."

"I love you too, Cupcake."

Jake stood outside his apartment, exhaustion weighing him down as he unlocked the door. He was so ready to get inside and block everything out for the rest of the day. While Ally had done her best to distract him during their drive to Amarillo - feeling Tyler move was strange, and they'd had to stop a few times for her to use the bathroom - he hadn't been able to push away his worry for Cece. He wanted to be back in Magnolia, helping manage the fallout and holding her.

People stared at the airport, and one even hissed 'cheater' as he walked past. He put his headphones in and tugged his hat over his eyes while sitting at his gate. During his layover in Dallas, he'd texted Cece. It wasn't until he was boarding that she texted back, thanking him for the chocolate donuts.

It felt like ages since he'd bought those, not just that morning.

There was a weird smell in his apartment when Jake kicked off his shoes. For a brief moment, he thought it was just from being closed up for a week until he saw the kitchen counters were covered in something. Frowning, he walked closer and saw that ketchup, mustard, and chocolate sauce had dried on the surfaces. The kitchen floor was covered in a white powder, an empty bag of flour tossed in the middle. Every cabinet, drawer, and even the oven was open. "What the fuck?" he snapped, turning on the lights. His fingers accidentally brushed the ceiling fan, and he sputtered as glitter rained down and the fan started to turn. He hadn't realized that the floor was sparkling until then.

And then Jake remembered that he'd given Shayla a key.

"Fuck!" he growled. His bedroom door was open, and he carefully walked toward it. The blanket and sheets had been torn off his bed, and the smell of his cologne was overwhelming. The now empty bottle sat on the bedside table, and his shoes were tied to the ceiling fan. A pile of uniforms and flight suits was on the floor, covered in what he hoped was shaving cream. A melted line of chocolate bars dripped down his windowsill. His dresser drawers had been pulled out and turned over. All of his clothes in the closet had been tossed onto the floor. Reluctantly, he went into his bathroom and saw that CHEATER was written in lipstick across his mirror. There was a disgusting smell, and a glance at his shower curtain showed strings of shrimp strung on fishing line hanging from the rod.

Fury blinded him, and Jake threw his duffle on the floor. Taking out his phone, he started to record the damage Shayla had done. And then, before putting too much thought into it, he turned the camera around and scowled at it. "Shayla Thompson was never pregnant. She lied to you for views and me because she didn't want to lose followers after I broke up with her. And I have proof."

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Author's Note: We knew Shayla wasn't going to go down without a fight. And now Cece has more than just Magnolia staring and whispering about her. All Jake wanted was a quiet morning with the love of his life and time to convince her to come to California, and now he has to deal with all of this. Lucy was harsh with him, but she's just looking out for her best friend.

As always, thank you to @mamachasesmayhem for letting me scream in her inbox. She's also part of the reason that Cece gave Jake a chance on the porch, because the original plan was for her to kick him out of the house and refuse to see him before he had to fly out.

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