(Done editing)Spinning Spades-King of Spades x Fem! Reader

Chapter 8

Published: January 6th 2019
Edited: October 13th 2019

You jolted from your bed as a loud knock abrupted from your door. You sat up and ran a hand through your messy hair, you knew you looked like a mess at the moment. Your small hand also got stuck in your tangled hair, "I really need a comb." You thought. The loud knocking happened again, you jumped for a moment at the loudness of the knocks, especially this early. "...Who is it?" You cleared your throat a bit, trying to not sound like you swallowed a cheese grader. "Just me, Spades." His voice was a bit muffled by the door, you sighed softly before pulling up the covers a bit, trying to be a little more modest. "Yeah come in." You invited him in, softly rubbing your crusty, tired eyes. The door creaked open, The King stood at the door way with a barely even there smile. You looked at him before waving your hand over and patting your bed, inviting him to sit down.

"I have to speak to you about something Y/N, something serious." He said before walking over to your bed. You felt your heart beat echo from your hollow chest, you hated confrontation, especially when you don't know what you did wrong. You sighed softly before folding your hands. Your hands tied together with rather, unusually pale and sweaty skin. Your eyes burned into the floor with tension. "Yes?" You asked. He sat next to you and placed his large hand on your knee, odd. "I don't want you to be wondering the halls at night...it could be dangerous, Lightener." He seemed like he cared, or he was worried about you, strange. You sighed of relief before looking up at him with drowsy eyes and a warm smile. "Sorry." You mumbled. "No, it's okay." He assured you everything was fine, he was being nice. You smiled and chuckled softly before unfolding your hands and placing it on his.

The King softly chuckled, "You are clingy Lightener." You felt your eye brows narrowed in confusion and almost hate, you despised that word, especially when not used in the right context. You looked away from him and sighed. "How so?" You asked, feeling heat rise to your cheeks guiltily. "You linked arms with me, you kissed my forehead, and now our hands are touching. Your obviously clingy and touch deprived." He stated, not noticing how much words hurt. You felt your hand curl a bit, almost pulling away from his. "I'm not..." You mumbled. "You are though.." He chuckled slightly, his thumb caressed yours. "Could you stop? Please...I don't like this." You asked him to stop but he kept on rambling about how clingy you are to him.

"Stop denying it, Lightener, you just have to look towards the truth." His words fell out of his mouth ignorantly. You squeezed your eyes tightly, bring your chapped lips in anger, you swiftly pulled your hand away and scooted off of the bed. You walked towards the door, but then he stopped you in the middle of your tracks. "H-hey you can't just up and leave." He said. You whipped your head towards him, your fists tightly clenched, making your knuckles white. You chuckled for a moment in mockery. "I think it's funny...its really funny how you call me clingy, and deprived of touch. When really, you where the one to touch me! You held my arm, held my hand, put your hand on my knee dammit! You know what? If you think I'm gonna sit here, and listen to your hollow and fucked up words that aren't even the truth, your fucking wrong dude." You told him, your could feel your eyes burn with anger and salty tears, before wipping your head around and angrily walking out of the room, slamming the door behind you. You could almost see the steam radiate off of your body.

"...I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." The Kings tied up words escaped his lips.