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shadowsinger11 · 4 years

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You, The Stars And I

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k (oops)

Requested by @amira3113: Can I request a fic abt the reader seeing Fred and George comforting a kid after Umbridge punished him and the reader helps them and Fred thinks it's so cute what she is doing and she does the same and extra mega fluff, pls?🥺 you don't gotta do it if u don't want to btw.. so no pressure ;)

Warnings: A bit more angst than intended, Fred being a soft boi™️

A/N: I don't know how to feel, I just roasted myself hardcore with this and I'm feeling even more single. I'm sorry for not being able to use a 'keep reading' tab

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The sun fell asleep behind the endless hills, enveloped by dense, opaque darkness. Its golden rays no longer shone through the wide windows of the castle and instead let shadows creep into the long, empty hallways, revealing the ugly truth about what the school had turned into over the past few months.

The naked walls stood tall, towering over you and inching closer with every step you took, and you hung your head low, aiming to block out the singular buzzing thought in your head.

Hogwarts was no longer home.

Your heart ached at the memory of hundreds of students chattering and laughing all day long, freely walking around the school grounds and simply being children. You so terribly missed being careless and having fun without the fear of potentially facing a life-threatening punishment.

But now there was no laughter, only your footsteps echoed in the hallway.

You were headed straight to your common room, determined to go to sleep early. The curfew and the dozens of new restrictions prevented you from meeting your friends, and you hoped that sleep would at least somehow distract you from your worries for a couple of hours.

The deafening silence nearly caused you to miss the muffled sobs and quiet whispering, coming from a turn not far away. It seemed as though there were more than one voice speaking, and your chest clenched with dread.

You hurried your pace until you reached the source of the noise, and peeked from behind the wall.

The sight most definitely surprised you, but the pain in your chest only sharpened.

There, on a bench, Fred and George were sitting, hunched over a small boy, probably no older than a second year. You could tell by his green robes which house he was in, but his red, tear-stained face was what alarmed you.

You immediately approached him and fell to your knees. George was on his left, rubbing slow, soothing circles on his back, while Fred was on the other side, holding his small hand in his, on the back of which a few words glistened with fresh crimson blood.

I must not ask questions.

You sent the twins a questioning look, but Fred dismissed it by shaking his head; clearly that was not the time for an explanation, nor was one necessary to begin with.

You placed a hand on the boy's knee to make your presence known.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

This only caused the child to sob harder and you internally cursed for having to go through this routine.

"It hurts…" he whimpered, "I thought Hogwarts was fun. I met friends last year and it was great. But now… Now I really want to go home."

Your jaw clenched and you swallowed hard, furious about seeing innocent children slowly losing faith and joy in life, turning into hollow shells of the amazing people they could have grown to become.

The horrifying experience would inevitably have a massive impact on them and unexplainable guilt twisted your stomach. And even though the long-term damage had already been done, you could at least take care of the temporary pain.

"It's not going to hurt for long, I promise," Fred whispered, tenderly playing with the boy's trembling fingers. "Ours are already fading."

"That's true, see?" George showed the back of his hand on which you could make out the faint, bloody words 'I must not cause trouble.', and you felt sick. "Soon you won't even remember it was there."

Tears stung in your eyes, but before you gave them a chance to fall, you turned to the redheads.

"I can heal the wound. Well, to an extent. If anything, I can lessen the pain," you began. "But I need to grab something from the Charms classroom."

Fred frowned, confused, "Wouldn't you need a potion for that? Why Charms?"

"Snape isn't the only one armored with potions for just in case things go wrong. And we can't risk going to the dungeons at this hour. It's not wise to tell Madam Pomfrey yet either."

The twins nodded. George said.

"It's not a good idea for all of us to go at once. I suggest one of us returns and covers the others up if necessary."

"I'll go with her," Fred stated without a second thought. "I can get them safely where they need to be, let her do her thing and bring them back."

Fred's eagerness to help filled you with warmth and for once that night you had the strength to smile, even for just a second.

"That sounds like plan then. But you should really take the map," George added, already pulling out the neatly folded Marauder's Map from his backpack. "Don't wanna risk getting caught by the ugly toad, you know."

"As if she'd be strolling down the hallways late at night. Doesn't she have hobbies?"

"Does hanging creepy pictures of cats on pink walls count as such?" you commented and the second year giggled, which made you feel slightly better as well.

Fred took the map from George and you grabbed the boy's hand.

"Good luck, guys. And, like, don't die."

"Woah, greatly encouraging, Georgie," you replied sarcastically, but appreciated it nonetheless. "You sure you'll be fine?"

"Absolutely. I got the route memorized like the back of my hand. I'll be careful."

And with that, George headed towards the Gryffindor Tower while you, Fred and the boy went in the opposite direction - the East Towers.

The night was eerily quiet, only the footsteps and shuddering breaths of the three of you keeping you sane. The soft light, gleaming at the tip of your wands, didn't do much to brighten the empty hallways which now seemed like endless voids of darkness.

Occasionally Fred would warn you about Filch's cat approaching, or Peeves causing trouble nearby, but fortunately, you reached the classroom sooner than expected.

"Alohomora," you whispered, but the door didn't bulge when you tried to open it.

Fred grinned, "Surely a Charms professor wouldn't let such a cliché unlock his own classroom."

"Shut up," you grumbled. "Aberto!"

The door opened. Fred's eyes widened in amusement and you flashed him a charming smile on your way in.

You placed the boy to sit on a desk as you and your friend rushed to look through drawers and chests for something useful. Most of them were full of basic items such as old books and quills, half-full jars of salamander blood, pearl dust and gillyweed, and after long fifteen minutes of not having found anything, you slid your back down against the wall, sighing in frustration.

Sleep-deprivation was kicking in, but your anxiety was getting stronger.

You needed to do something. Fast.

"What about this chest right here?" Fred asked from the other side of the classroom, pointing at something under Flitwick's desk.

You shook your head, "Doesn't open, already tried. Even if the cure is there, we can't get it."

"I take it your brilliant spells don't work anymore?" the redhead teased and you so badly wished to slap away the cocky smirk on his face. Or kiss it. There was something oddly attractive about the way he'd set your nerves on fire, and you hated yourself for enjoying it. Fred seemed to love it too.

"If you're only here to be annoying, just leave."

"I'm here to help too. I can multitask."

You nearly jumped from the ground to strangle him, and he clearly saw through your intentions because his toothy grin almost split his face in two. That bastard.

That super annoying, devilishly handsome bastard.

"Are you gonna keep staring at me, or are you coming? Not that I mind the attention," he shrugged.

You rose to your feet and made your way over to where he was standing, not granting him the pleasure of facing him, "Don't flatter yourself, Weasley. Your stupidity is simply impossible to be unnoticed."

Fred laughed, "Oh, so I was annoying and now I'm stupid too? Make up your mind, woman."

You pulled out your wand and smirked at him over your shoulder.

"You said it yourself that you can multitask. Aberto!"

Nothing.

Fred squinted his eyes as he stared at the wooden chest. What spell could the professor have possibly used? Could you have even heard of it? The chances of ever finding the precious item were becoming grimmer with each passing second and the inevitable sense of dread had started to settle in.

After a minute Fred finally spoke.

"I think your problem is that you're using spells that only work on doors. You need a charm which unlocks containers."

"You might be right. What would that be then?" you enquired, glancing at the redhead. He took his own wand out of his robes.

"I know a spell that's come in handy before. Hopefully it will work now," he wettened his lips and said. "Cistem Aperio!"

Blinding light caused you to cover you eyes, and the chest opened with a loud thud which could have easily alerted the entire floor of your presence if it wasn't for the silencing charm you were lucky to have used when you first entered the classroom.

You finally dared to open your eyes and kneeled on the ground, carefully rummaging through fancy-looking boxes and vials sparking with liquids that seemed to be quite important.

"What are we looking for?" Fred asked as he crouched next to you.

"Wound-Cleaning Potion. Purple."

It was weird having Fred stand this close to you; sparks of electricity would pierce your heart every time his shoulder brushed against yours, or his fingers would accidentally graze yours. And when they did, they had you longing more and more for their touch, for their warmth.

But this warmth did not belong to you.

You swallowed down the disappointment and instead attempted to focus on the task at hand.

Just as you had expected, the precious crystal bottle was carefully wrapped in sparkling cloth and placed inside a box that was hidden deep in the corner of the chest. You breathed a sigh of relief and got on your feet, determined to stay away from Fred. For his sake and yours.

"Here it is," you smiled at the boy as you walked over to him. "Fred, can you get me some bandages from the drawer in the back?" you asked, pointing right behind him, and he did as he was told.

You took the hand of the young Slytherin and examined it closely - the wound was sure to leave a nasty scar, one that would never heal.

"Can you make it disappear?" he asked, fearfully.

Your heart dropped. But you replied with all the courage you could muster.

"I can try."

Fred was soon by your side and placed the medical items on the desk; a half-full packet of cotton, some bandages and a small box of bandaids. You muttered a 'thanks', not even looking at him, and opened the middle-sized bottle. It spread a characteristic smell of ashes, mint and lemon when you lifted it towards your nose - it was ready to use.

"So what now?" Fred asked.

Not granting him a reply, you simply took a small piece of the cotton and dipped the opening of the bottle into it, soaking it with a generous amount of the purple, dense liquid. The smell grew stronger.

Fred could only watch as you yet again gently grabbed the boy's hand and carefully dabbed the back of it; a thin steam of smoke soared from the contact of wet cotton and wounded flesh, purple mixing with red, and the kid hissed in pain. You worked attentively but quickly, with measured gestures and a straight face, and you missed the way Fred's eyes seemed to soften at the sight of you helping a small kid.

But one thing baffled him - why did you suddenly start acting so emotionless? Even towards the youngling who didn't know a thing. And though your expression seemed calm and collected, the Gryffindor noticed your tensed jaw.

What he wasn't aware of, however, was the racing speed of you heart, increasing each second. He wasn't aware of the short, shallow breaths you were taking because if you had allowed yourself to breathe freely, you'd certainly let out tears along with the deeps sighs.

Every move was calculated, every word and breath.

You pressed a fresh piece of cotton against the now cleaned wound and kept it there as you began to roll the bandage over it, securing it in place. When you were done, you placed a gentle, lingering kiss on the hand.

"There. It should do the trick."

The boy's face lit up and he hugged you, not giving you another choice but to wrap your arms around his small body. At least you had managed to bring him back some of the lost warmth.

"We should get him to his dorm," you told Fred and despite not facing him, he knew the words were directed towards him. That still didn't prevent the stinging pain in his chest from being so effortlessly avoided by you, and he frowned, bewildered by your unexpected coldness towards him.

Had he accidentally done anything to upset you? Were you mad at him? What for?

The boy jumped to his feet, visibly less burdened despite the present tear stains on his puffy cheeks. You hoped he'd be able to get some sleep that night regardless of the circumstances.

The three of you left the classroom as quietly as you had entered it and went in the direction of the dungeons. Fred, as usual, did his job at looking at the map and keeping track of the names, moving on the yellow-ish piece to old parchment.

Fortunately, you reached the Slytherin common room without any disturbances along the way, and the boy went inside, eager to crawl into bed and not think about the ugly lady who had punished him so unfairly just a few hours ago.

The door closed without a sound, leaving you and Fred on your own.

His soft voice broke the burdening silence.

"Are you going to bed?"

If you were being honest, you hadn't even thought about sleep during your secret adventure and though your body was on the verge of giving out, your restless mind was sure to wander all night. And the idea of being alone with your thoughts scared you.

"Actually… I don't think so," you began, fiddling with your fingers in hopes to not let Fred see how much they were trembling. "I doubt I'd be able to get any sleep now."

"Me too, I admit," Fred scratched the back of his neck, uncertain as to how to make the situation less awkward than it was. Trying to get you to talk was hard enough as it was, but your sudden avoidance wasn't helping either. All Fred wished for was to witness the hopeful spark in your eyes, the spark that he had noticed diminish on the first day of school when the unsettling news was announced.

Fred was determined to bring the light back and see your joyous smile again.

Without skipping a beat he said.

"Come with me."

Your eyes shot up in surprise, meeting Fred's for the first time that night. You expected to see the ever-present playful mischief in them, but instead they glistened with something you could not quite recognize. The corners of his mouth had formed a smile, one that didn't intend to mock or provoke in any way, but still contained his usual boyish charm. It was humble and sincere, and along with the anticipating look in his eyes it read.

Trust me.

Your mouth went dry, any and all reasoning to stay vanishing in thin air as you tried to make sense out of your inner conflict. Fred surely wouldn't care if you said no, would he? It's not like he'd be offended that someone like you refused to go with him; why would he even be interested in you in the first place?

But the idea of spending some time alone with him did sound very tempting - you desperately needed some positivity in that moment, feeling exceptionally drained of all your energy after having to witness the emotional and psychological impact of Umbridge's dictatorship. And if there was someone who could lift your spirit even in such dark times, that would be Fred.

Screw the idea of a potential relationship, you needed a friend right now.

"Where to, Weasley?"

Fred grinned at the nickname and shoved hands into his pockets.

"The Astronomy Tower. Are you coming?"

You smiled at him.

"Sure."

It was indeed a brilliant idea to spend the night at the place where anyone rarely ever set a foot. Regardless of it being crowded during classes all day, the Tower wasn't a common choice for students to meet, them much preferring locations like the common rooms, the Great Hall, the school grounds or even the Black Lake. But the Tower did possess a magnetic, obscure charm which many people failed to comprehend and appreciate; charm only meant to lure the wandering souls seeking peace under the stars.

Fred approached the iron railing, breathing in the cold, early spring air, and sat cross-legged on the ground. As he saw you standing a few feet away from him, he patted the empty spot next to him.

"Come on now, don't leave me sitting on my own like that," he joked and his face lit up when he noticed the ghost of a smile on your lips for a brief moment. You joined Fred on the ground, settling on a polite distance from him, and though he was slightly disappointed by the gesture, he was grateful to be in your presence nonetheless.

Silence fell over both of you like soft velvet while you stared off into the horizon; the view reached the Forbidden Forest, the outlines of which had melted into the pitch black sky like ink, the lines between the two practically nonexistent in the dead hours of the night as they blurred into one endless void.

"I don't remember the last time I saw stars on the sky," Fred addressed your ever-listening companions above in a low, hushed voice that caused warmth to blossom within you regardless of the cold surrounding you.

"Me neither," you agreed, nostalgia creeping into you, but you decided you'd welcome it this time. "Such a shame we can't see the moon though."

Your friend nodded, lips pursed into a thin line, "That's because it's currently new moon. We'll need to wait for awhile until it's visible again."

You turned to Fred and the air was knocked out of your lungs. All you could do was silently admire the way the starlight was softening his sharp features and giving his usually flaming red hair a calming shade of copper. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark, and you found yourself coming to the conclusion you had realised long ago.

He was such a beautiful man.

Those glowing eyes landed on yours and you felt your face heat up.

"How are you?" he asked abruptly and you choked out in bafflement.

"Y-You mean, right now? Or in general?..."

"How are you coping?" he rephrased. "You know, with everything going on. I noticed Umbridge bothering you recently."

A shuddering breath.

"I like to think that I'm doing better than others," you nodded hesitantly, finding it hard to sort out your emotions. "I'm more worried about the most vulnerable among us, the youngest students. They're just children. They're the ones that are most terrified. I really hope Dumbledore will be able to do something about it… no matter where he might be right now."

Fred was watching you intently; he did not miss your expression, darkened with concern, nor did he miss your slumped figure, slightly hunched over for a reason he believed was other than exhaustion. Your friend moved closer and nudged your foot with his.

"I don't want you to talk to me about the rest. I want to hear about you. I can clearly see you're being tormented by her."

"As if you're not."

"That's not the point," he insisted and placed a hand on your knee, causing you to face him. His smile was gone. "I need to know how this madness is affecting you."

"I couldn't care less about what that toad puts me through," you shook your head dismissively and shrugged. Why was he getting so worked up about it? "It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does! It matters to me!" Fred hissed in frustration. "Do you think it doesn't hurt me every time I see Umbridge picking at you or calling you for detention? Because it bloody does and you have no idea how horrible it feels to not be able to help you."

He gave your knee a squeeze.

"For once, just for one time, please. Please, stop trying to be the hero of everybody. Believe me, we see- I see how hard you're trying to keep your chin up despite all the shit you're facing, and that's admirable, but right now it's not necessary. Let go. It's just me."

A way too familiar lump formed in your throat and your chest constricted painfully before it harshly dilated, letting out choked breaths. Fred was quick to envelope you in his long arms before your tears even rolled down your cheeks, and when they did, they met his shoulder. Your hands flew around his neck, body falling into his and soaking up his warmth. Fred pressed his soft lips to your temple, calming the racing pulse as you cried freely and unapologetically. Darling, you feel too much.

It's just me.

Your friend didn't let you out of his hold even when your heart-wrenching whimpers were reduced to weak sobs. He continued cradling your exhausted body which was on the verge of completely giving out. But Fred didn't mind, finding astonishing strength in your vulnerability.

After what seemed like hours, you forced yourself to timidly whisper, lip quivering, "I'm scared... And confused."

"Me too, sweetheart," Fred hummed into your ear. "Me too."

You wiped away the trails of dried tears lingering on your face.

"There's just too much going on. Too much that I'm not ready for."

Realization flashed in Fred's brown eyes and they looked down at you with so much longing, sincerity, but also sympathy and understanding.

You weren't angry at him. You were afraid.

And that was alright.

There was enough time, not need for a rush.

Fred had been waiting for years to find out whether his burning feelings for you were reciprocated, constantly suppressing them in fear of scaring you away and losing you. And now that he knew your heart belonged to him like his did to you, all the stars above couldn't contain his untamed happiness, pure and hopeful.

Surely he could wait a little more for you to grow comfortable with your own emotions.

Fred tightened his hold around you and pecked your cheek tenderly, the subtle touch sending a shock throughout your body and subsiding your need for sleep.

"That's alright," he whispered. "Rest now."

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request some sexy time with Timmy? I had a hard week, I'm tired and lately I've been loosing rly bad in League of Legends. I need something steamy with the nerdiest of the bat boys. Your writing is awesome btw!

sorry about your week and I hope it gets better.💕 Needing something steamy with our nerdy batboy is such a mood.

Warning: smut

Tim was a high strung person. No one would be surprised to learn this. But seeing him in a full suit, at home, while playing a video game was a little too much for even you, his girlfriend that saw him in suits all the time.

He played the games to relax and was failing miserably because he was so damn competitive. He treated it like everything else he did, with a drive to win. Which you loved. But you also saw cracks in his armor that showed he needed a break.

“Timmy,” you said softly kissing him on the cheek. He hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t stop playing. You had to be more aggressive to get his attention. So you crawled beneath the controller and straddled across his lap, your chest against his. He adjusted his seat on the couch so that his arms hugged you. You laid your head on his chest and it was nice. But you wanted more of his attention.

You softly kissed his cheek again. Tim smiled but kept play. You pulled off his tie and unbuttoned the top 2 buttons of his dress shirt. He stretched his neck a little. He cursed lightly at the game.

You kissed at his jaw and down the side of his throat. You nipped at his pulse point and Tim gulped and fumbled at the controller but didn’t stop. You licked the spot and then moved to graze your teeth along his ear lobe. Tim shuddered. His attention was waning.

“What are you doing, sunshine,” he asked. His voice was a little deeper than usual.

“Kissing my man,” you said against his skin before licking along the shell of his ear. Tim was always very sensitive there and shivered.

“I’m- Uh, I’m trying to finish this level,” he said after clearing his throat.

“Then ignore me until you finish,” you suggested. You kissed his Adam apple and he swallowed harshly. Your fingers began unbuttoning his shirt and you kissed at his collarbone. His game continued but his breathing had picked up. You ran your hand under his shirt to feel his muscles.

Tim was naturally thin but years of training and fighting had given him long lean muscles. His abs contracted as you ran your hands along them. You could see his pale skin reddening and his breathing hitch. But to his credit, Tim didn’t stop playing.

“Fuck,” he said at the game as his character failed again. Your lips leaving wet kisses along his shoulder was really fucking distracting.

“Everything okay, Duckie,” you whispered in his ear.

“Fine,” he said quickly. His jaw was just a little too tense to be casual. You trailed wet kisses down his neck to his chest. You kiss his nipple and he groaned. His hand moved to grab the back of your head. You smiled against him before licking at his skin.

“Tim, your game,” you reminded him. “Keep playing.”

It was a game now, Tim realized. One he was eventually going to lose. You kissed and nipped at his neck and, playing dirty, ground your hips against him. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. His game was going to shit.

You repeated the action and pulled your shirt off. You popped your bra clasp and pulled it off. Your nipples rubbed against his chest and your lips on his collarbone were undoubtedly going to leave a hickey.

“God, I want you,” you rasped in his ear. That was the last straw. Tim quickly pushed the pause button and tossed the controller on the floor. He grabbed your waist, picked you up, and flipped you on the couch. He roughly kissed you deeply. His tongue slid in your mouth and you couldn’t help but moan. It wasn’t long before he pulled back to kiss down your throat and to your breasts. You pushed his suit jacket and shirt off and he tossed them to the floor.

Tim took a nipple in his mouth and sucked. You arched into his touch as you cried out. He roughly pushed your pants down and slid his hand into your panties to run his fingers along your folds.

“Oh fuck, Tim!” You gasped. He was overwhelming your senses in the best ways. He smirked against your skin.

“You’re so wet from trying to tease me,” Tim said sliding a finger in your core. You gasped and grabbed his wrist. He chuckled. “I’m giving you what you want. Attention, Tinkerbell.”

You went to protest but the second finger entering your core followed by a curled movement of his fingers had you not giving one fuck what he called you. Just as long as he kept his fingering. He had a little smirk on his lips as he watched you through his long dark eyelashes.

It wasn’t long before you started making more noises and your hips started jumping. Tim could tell you were close to cumming. He slowed his fingers down to a glacial pace and you whined.

“More,” you whimpered, gripping his wrist. Tim loved the way your brows furrowed and you looked at him so wanting. So fucking desperate.

“More what?” He asked and he almost groaned at the way your thighs literal trembled beneath him.

“Your fingers, your tongue, your cock. I don’t care. Please, Timmy,” you said. He grinned.

“My pleasure,” he said pulling his hand away from you. Tim shoved his pants down quickly and gripped his cock. He ran it through your folds a few times and your hips eagerly jumped towards him. You were literally panting.

Good, you had been teasing him earlier. This was payback. He even circled your hole a few times with his cock before finally sliding in. Only to pull out completely. He repeated the action and you moaned loudly only to whine when he pulled out again.

“Timmy, please. Please fuck me,” you begged. He did it one more time and you clenched around him so tight that he thought you might cum on the first stroke. Tim stilled deep inside you and you tried to wiggle your hips to get him to move.

He pulled out completely one final time and you whimpered before he roughly pushed in. Tim thrusted at a moderate pace and it was only a few strokes before you clenched around him cumming hard. He was usually on the edge of his own release and a bit distracted when you would cum with him inside you. But right now he was able to watch the show completely and it was beautiful.

His pace picked up and he buried his head in you neck. “That’s so fucking hot,” he groaned. The pace he was going wasn’t going to last very long but he couldn’t help it. You clung to his back at his quick pace. You were over sensitive but also building to another orgasm.

“I’m- i- I’m close,” you moaned and he nodded. It didn’t take much more before you came again. This time your mind just about blanked and you barely registered as Tim found his own release. His thrusts were sloppy through your high.

Tim stopped moving his hips and kissed your lips once before placing his forehead on yours. He took some deep breaths like this. “Fuck,” he said. “That was something.”

You giggled.

“I guess you really do like to be teased,” he said with a cockiness in his voice. “I want to experiment with this one.”

“Oh lord, you’re gonna kill me.”

“No no. Let’s go in the bedroom where we’ll have more room,” Tim whispered with a wink.

Fuck fuck fuck, he really was going to kill you.

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nakamoto-aesthetics · 3 years

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Noona | k.jw

synopsis: a typical story about a girl who has a crush on jungwoo but this time... you are his noona

pairing: crush!jungwoo x female!reader

genre: very sexual, with some fluff

warning: hard dom!jungwoo, sir!kink, some teasing, a speck of degradation

word count: 3.9k

a/n: yes the background of the banner says aquarius because the reader in this story is an aquarius😊 (btw: im a scorpio🙃♏️)

“jungwoo” you shout throughout the house. he was supposed to help you set up your iPhone because switching from android to iPhone was a little difficult for you.

the only reason why you switched was that you wanted to FaceTime the other members and do group calls. it was a good way to keep an eye on them in case they were doing things they had no business doing. yeah, you were the mom taking care of all her children. you were the second oldest of the bunch. even though taeil was older, you still treated him like your child.

you were born on February 5th, 1995; you teased johnny all the time about being older since you guys were only 4 days apart. he would play along with you by rolling his eyes or lightly shoving you as a joke. you and he always had a ball when you were with each other, both of you making the group laugh and smile. overall, the members loved you wholeheartedly, it was like you were one of them. you were all family.

footsteps were heard on the hardwood floor and soon the blond head of hair popped up. he was wearing a white hoodie with black baggy pants, the hood was up, the blond hair splayed on his forehead. he looked so damn sexy at that moment. you had to keep yourself from biting your lip.

oh yeah, what you forgot to mention was that you liked jungwoo. yeah, you still treated him like he was your kid but on the side, nobody knew you liked him, except for johnny. he saw the way you looked at jungwoo one time and immediately figured it out. he pulled you to the side after that and you confirmed it to be true. to this day johnny subtly teases you whenever you with jungwoo and you hated it.

“did you get it?” he walks up to you and looks at the phone in your hands. “wow… noona with an iPhone?” he says dramatically.

“shut the fuck up woo” you playfully smack his shoulder and he grins.

“it’s true!” he says loudly and laughs.

“whatever” you roll your eyes playfully, smiling. “can you be quiet and help me now?” you say in a lighthearted manner.

“yes, my lady” he bows and holds out his hand. you try not to break out into a smile but it doesn’t work. a wide grin fills your face as you place the phone in his hand. he then walks over to the table and sits down and you do the same.

the next minutes are spent with you hovering over his shoulder, watching what he does, you putting in emails and passwords as he turns away from the screen, and him asking you security questions.

“okay now enter a pin so nobody can get into your phone” he directs your phone toward you and turns the other way so he can’t see.

‘xxxx’ and then you put it in again. “there,” you say. he looks at the phone again.

“okay now you need face id” he says and taps on it.

“face id?”

“yes you can unlock your phone like that and it just makes everything so much easier. here. just follow the instructions” he hands you the phone and you do exactly that until the end.

“there were done. you know how to do the rest right? download apps, add contacts, change the wallpaper?” jungwoo looks at you.

“yes and if I don’t then I‘ll just ask you” you grin widely, teasing him.

“mm” he hums pressing his lips together as if he didn’t want to help you but in reality, he didn’t mind it one bit.

“you love me woo, there’s no need to hide it” you reach up to brush the pieces of hair that fell in front of his eyes.

“I never hid it,” he says almost too low for you to hear. his eyes were serious, there was no hint of playfulness in his face or tone.

“what are you talking about?” you tense up but continue to brush the other side of his hair out of his eyes.

“I mean that... I like you noona, I like you a lot and I've felt this way since I met you,” you take your hands away from his hair and place them in your lap trying to take in the information. you could’ve been with him this whole time and instead of speaking up as you should have; you waited because you didn’t know if he would feel the same way. right now you were internally punching yourself for being a scaredy-cat. jungwoo notices your actions and there’s a hurt look in his eyes for a second.

“it's okay if you don’t feel the same way, I thought I should just tell you since there was an opportunity. I don’t want it to be awkward just act like I never told you-“

you plant your lips on his, wrapping your arms around his neck. he freezes for a second before kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist. fireworks lighting up in both your stomachs; your hearts were pounding rhythmically as your lips were chasing each other’s wanting more of the other's lips.

‘his lips are so soft and pretty’ you thought.

‘her lips are so soft and pretty’ he thought.

neither of you wanted to pull apart but both of you were losing your breath. jungwoo took your bottom lip in between his lips and tugged it as he pulled away. you gasped softly at his action and opened your eyes looking at him.

“wow,” you whisper.

“what?”

“that was so much better than I imagined”

“how so?” he tried to hide his grin.

“because your lips…” you touch your lips with one hand and then touch his with the other hand. your fingers brush over his lips, still mesmerized by the kiss.

“what about them?” he kisses the pads of your fingers that were placed on his lips, making you let out a small breath.

“they’re so soft and plush” he chuckles at your words. you could feel the vibrations of his laugh on your fingertips. you bit lip and stroke his bottom lip.

“and so are yours so come here” he grips your waist and shifts you onto his lap. you let out an ‘oh’ and he places his hand on your cheek, pulling you in for another kiss, you sighed into it and moved your lips at the same pace. it felt so magical and dreamy. you never wanted this feeling to end. your heated bodies pressed together wanting to feel every inch of the other. his hands traveled down to your ass and he squeezed it, making you moan softly. he took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

“jungwoo” you moaned softly but you were muffled by his tongue in your mouth. he continued to feel around your mouth with his tongue, ignoring you.

“well well well,” a voice says making you two pull apart immediately and look at who the voice belonged to. it was johnny. “I see you finally told him y/n” he adds on.

“jungwoo confessed first” you look at him and smile.

“oh wow I’m surprised, I thought you would be the first to say something,” johnny asks and walks to the counter to get something.

“ehh I don’t know. I just can’t believe me and he could’ve been together the first month I met him. I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.” you say and pecks his lips. he smiles and pecks your cheek.

“well now you finally have him, gosh that was so annoying. I knew jungwoo had a crush on you but I couldn’t say anything, it was so frustrating. I’m just glad you guys know now. anyways, I’ll be back later,” johnny puts on his shoes and coat, opening the door. “oh, and jungwoo?”

“yeah?”

“don’t forget to wrap up, if you don’t have any there’s some in my top dresser drawer.” johnny winks at you two before walking out the door.

you laugh loudly and rest your head on jungwoo’s shoulder. he laughs aloud with you and shakes his head. “johnny hyung is something else” he utters.

“that he is” you agree with him. the atmosphere soon grows quiet, only filled with your shared breaths.

“woo?” you say softly, still with your head on his shoulder. you trace circles on the bare skin of his neck.

“mhm,” he rubs your lower back softly.

“what are we?”

“whatever you wanna be” he answers.

“what do you want us to be?”

“I want us to be… together,” he says and it makes you pause for a second. you wanted to be with jungwoo no doubt about that but was it too early? you’ve known jungwoo for 8 months, you practically knew him inside and out at this point he wasn’t that hard to read. most of all though, you loved him wholeheartedly and you loved him too much to take it slow. you were ready.

“me too,” you say against his neck.

“good.” he smiled like an idiot. “you're my baby now and nobody else's” he pulls your face up to his and plants kisses on your neck. you moan softly feeling heat pool to your core. his lips were so plump against your skin you wondered what they would feel like on your-

“you wanna go in the room?” he kisses along your jaw. you persistently nod your head. he grabs your phone off the table and picks you up, walking towards his room.

“do you have condoms?” you ask.

“nope ill have to get some but for now jaehyun has some” he opens the door and shuts it after he walks in.

“who is jaehyun fucking?” you breathily laugh.

“don’t know, don’t care, all im worried about is who I’m fucking” he lays you on his bed and strokes your cheek. your heart skips a beat right then and there. that felt so good to hear, you’d been waiting way too long for this day to come.

he puts your phone on the desk next to his bed and goes to jaehyuns drawer, looking for the condoms. you watched jungwoo attentively, watching the way his eyebrows knitted together and the way he bit his lip as he looked through the drawer. you guided your eyes down his body. you could see the prominent bulge forming under his thin black pants, making you bite your lip. jungwoo was incredibly sexy.

“found them,” he says and soon closes the drawer coming back with a gold square package. he lowers himself so he’s hovering over you. “are you sure you want to do this? we don’t have to if you don’t want to” he caresses your cheek.

“no, I want to do this jungwoo” you hold his cheek in your palm. he smiles softly and kisses your forehead.

“okay noona” he smiles softly and stands up, pulling off his shirt.

“damn...” you breathily whisper and run your hands down his torso, feeling on his abs.

“like what you see?” he chuckles, mocking you but you don’t mind it; much too distracted by his figure.

“like is such an understatement,” you say in a hushed tone.

“what do you mean?” he tilts his head and swiftly looks your figure up and down.

“I love what I see...” you sit up and grip his waist, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“don’t fucking looking at me like that,” he says calmly but there’s aggression under his statement.

“why?” you challenged, continuing to look at him.

“babygirl, you aren’t gonna be able to walk after I’m done with you” he caresses your cheek.

“are you sure your big enough to accomplish that?” you say, making jungwoo cock his eyebrow.

you already could tell jungwoo was big enough to ruin but you wanted to play around and tease him a bit.

“positive” he simply says.

“I don’t think so”

“you’ve never even seen it and a bulge does not count,” he says and you shrug trying to tease him further, he shakes his head at you and scoffs before looking at you again.

“my dick is big enough- you know what why don’t you take a look for yourself” he gestures to his pants. “I mean you're already in the right position” he was right. your face lined up perfectly with the waistband of his pants.

you nod and grip the waistband of his black pants, you gulp and pull them down leaving him in his underwear. his bulge was still prominent, that alone was big so you could only imagine what the full thing looked like. you grip the waistband of them and look up at him; his eyes are staring right back into yours. your breath hitches before you look back down to his waistband. you pull it down slowly and are first met with the base of his dick.

inches on inches.

you couldn’t believe how long and thick he was. it felt like you were pulling the thin fabric down for an eternity.

once he stepped out of the underwear you leaned back so you could see his length completely. your eyebrows raise and your jaw drops.

“am I still not big enough?” he chuckles at your expression. you gulp and shake your head no. you were speechless, you knew he was big but not this big. how could somebody be so long and thick. ‘will it fit?’ you widen your eyes.

“are you done?” he crosses his arms. you look up at him and nod. “good now I want you to strip” he grabs your hands, stands you up and he sits on the bed.

“you want me to give you a show?” you turn around to face him.

“mhm,” he leans back. his hands are behind him, holding him up.

if there’s one thing your good at, it’s giving someone a show. you turn around so your back is facing him. you cross your arms and grip the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head. you let it fall to the floor and reach behind your back undoing your bra. you hold it in place so it doesn't fall and look at him over your shoulder. he’s biting his lip in anticipation. you smirk and let the bra drop to the floor. you run your hands down your sides and over your curves to tease him, this works because you can see the way his dick twitches once you do that.

you decide to stop teasing him and pull down your pants, leaving you in the white lace panties. you can hear his muffled groans and you bite your lip. you loved the way he reacted to you. the smallest things turned him on, you couldn’t wait to tease him soon. you could already see it; you teasing him every chance you get and then you get punished for your actions. oh, how you couldn’t wait.

you slip your panties off slowly and throw it at him over your shoulder.

“good luck getting these back,” he says and puts them under his pillow.

“hey!” you protest, still not turned around.

“I’ll buy you more now turn around please”

“why? just so you can take them?” you say in an irritated voice. those were some of your favorite pairs.

“I’ll get you another pair of those, and I’ll buy two pairs of every underwear, how’s that?” he tries to compromise.

“okay...” you try to hide your smile but it doesn’t work.

“okay now kindly turn the fuck around so I could see that sexy-ass body,” he says impatiently, making you chuckle. you finally turn around and drop your arms to your sides so he can see everything.

his jaw hangs open and he looks your body up and down multiple times, trying to take it all in. his mind was so fuzzy at this moment in time. he’s been waiting to see your body. he’s dreamt of it so many times, often waking up to a little surprise sticking up from under his pants. your body was so much better in real life, it was amazing in the dream but it was so so much better in real life. words couldn’t describe it nor the way jungwoo was feeling at the moment.

“you like what you see?” you mock him. he nods his head quickly, biting his lip.

you chuckle and walk over to him. both of you staring at the other's naked body. his hand goes to your bare waist, moving down to your hips and then ass but he doesn’t squeeze it he just... holds it.

“woo are you-”

“you're so beautiful noona,” he says like he was put under a spell. you chuckle and grab his hands, holding them so then you could sit on his lap. your throbbing pussy brushes his hard dick for a second, making his and your breath hitch. you lay your head on his shoulder and peck his neck.

“I think you beautiful too jungwoo” you already knew he was smiling before you looked up. the smile filled up his face, making his eyes shine brightly. you smile in return and leave soft kisses on his shoulder.

“alright, alright stop before I end up cuddling you instead. I still have to ruin you and make you not walk” his hands go down to your ass and grip it harshly, you breathily gasp, and before you know it you on your back and he's hovering over you.

“you're my little slut tonight noona,” he says in your ear and kisses under your jaw. you moan his name in return, he immediately stops his actions and tilts your chin down so you can see him.

“uh uh what’s my name baby girl” his eyes are dark and his tone is low. he wasn’t playing around this time.

“daddy?” you ask uncertainly.

“wrong” he pulls one of your legs apart from the other so your spread out. he raises his hand and strikes your inner thigh. the loud sound filling the room.

“what the fuck?” you hiss and reach to rub it but before you can he grips your wrist and pins it above your head.

“every time you answer wrong, I hit that same spot. your safeword is y/n and my safeword is jungwoo because it would be weird if one of us just starts shouting our own name. it would catch the attention of the other” he says and you nod.

“is it.. baby boy?” you furrow your eyebrows.

“definitely not” he slaps the spot again and you clench your jaw out of pain.

“what about sir?” you ask and he raises his hand, making you squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation.

“correct” he rubs the red area. you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. he kisses your lips, increasingly getting rougher. you moan against his lips, the sound of heavy breaths now filling the room before he makes his way down your body.

“sir huh, who would’ve thought? honestly, I thought of you more like a daddy kind of guy” you look down at him, he looks up at you with the darkest, most passionate eyes, his lips were red and slightly swollen from the kisses while his hair was slightly messy. it was a sight to see.

“shut the hell up” his hot breath hit the skin of your lower stomach. you bit your lip and nodded, wanting him to continue desperately.

he makes his way down until he’s hovering over your glistening pussy. he spreads you open with two fingers and you throw your head back.

“sir” you cry out, after all, that waiting and anticipation all you wanted was to be touched, licked, and ruined.

“you little slut, so wet for me” he glides his finger down you, making your body convulse. he barely did anything and you were already a mess. you attempted to move your hips closer to his fingers but he was one step ahead of you; his hand gripped your hip tightly.

“if you want to end up getting touched then you better stay still” he warned you.

needless to say, it was a long night.

the morning after, just like jungwoo said you could barely walk.

when you woke up you could already feel the pain down there when you moved your legs slightly. jungwoo did a number on you last night. you wouldn’t be surprised if you find out he had accidentally ripped you open.

nonetheless, you had to use the bathroom but jungwoo was still asleep. you tried to wait it out but scrolling through instagram and tiktok but it came to a point where you just couldn’t hold it anymore. you slowly got out of bed trying not to wake the boy and you successfully did just that.

when your two feet hit the ground, your legs almost gave out on you. you had to hold onto the bed for support. you caught a glimpse of your body and realized you were naked. you looked around for a shirt and saw jungwoos, you stable yourself and walk over, grabbing it and slipping it over your head. it looked like a dress on you, jungwoo was so tall. you then limped to the door and opened it ever-so-slightly, slipping out in-between the small crack.

you limped your way to the bathroom and closed the door shut. you were so proud of yourself because that was not an easy task. he messed you up.

once you used the toilet and washed your hands, after you struggled to sit down on the toilet for a minute or two, you walked out. you headed to the kitchen, hungry from the loss of energy last night. you grabbed leftovers out of the fridge, heating it up on a plate, and then eating it. once you were finished, you put your dish in the sink and were on your way back to jungwoos room but not before seeing johnny.

“woah what happened to you?” he looks at you before he comes to a realization. he smirks. “you and jungwoo must’ve had a ball last night huh?”

“shut the fuck up johnny” you roll your eyes.

“what’s with the attitude?” he drops his smirk.

“nothing- I’m sorry okay everything just hurts right now. he fucked me up huh?” you breathily chuckle.

“yeah he did... so how was it?”

“it was... really fun to be honest. he knows how to work his hips. god, that boy has a lot of stamina” you bit your lip thinking about what happened last night leading up to this point.

johnny cringes at the thought. “nevermind stop I don’t want to know anything else” he waves his hands. you chuckle and hit his shoulder.

“you’ll be fine but if you’ll excuse me. I do have to return to him.” johnny nodded and walked past you. you limped back to jungwoos room, slipping through the crack. you shut the softly and quietly limp your way to the bed, situating yourself back into the spot you were once in. you let out a breath of relief once you realize jungwoo was still asleep. you pick up your phone once more and scroll through twitter.

“told you, you wouldn’t be able to walk after I was done with you,” a deep voice says.

“damn it!” you shout and all you hear is airy laughs from beside you.

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Hi, i hope you are doing good. So i had a request, i really like angst and i was reading We're Blooming Togheter (its very good btw) And i was wondering if maybe you could write like an one-shot about Asmo and more about his last partners? Or maybe more about Lucifer taking care of the brothers at such a young age after being abandoned...i just really like angst.

Revisiting Past Ghosts

AO3

WBT

Ship: Solomon/Asmo, Lucifer/Diavolo (more near the end?)

Word Count: 3113

Warnings: Some violence (skip the third snippit)

A/N: Hi Anon! I’m happy that you enjoyed WBT! I really loved writing it! I’m also always willing to write more about it (I want to write more about it too). This ask actually inspired two one-shots? I’m not going to post the second one yet (I want to finish some other requests first) but I hope you like this first one. I was actually playing with some ideas about writing some more for the au and your comment pushed me to do it, so thank you! I hope you enjoy this!

Asmo remembered his first girlfriend finding out about him. Part of him had always known about his own affections, but it still made him nervous to tell her. She’d seemed so accepting, so supportive. But Asmo quickly regretted the decision. She’d already had a jealous streak. He knew this, and this just seemed to make her lash out at anyone that even dared to look at Asmo in the halls, including his best friend. It started out as little things that could be excused as accidents, but then Solomon’s number had been blocked on his phone.

The only reason that they’d started dating in the first place was because they were in similar social circles. She was cute, Asmo was cute, it made sense. He’d been interested at first, but the more he learned about her personality, the less interested he became. Despite how perfect they may have looked to their peers, they clashed on more subjects than they agreed on.

Their breakup had been ugly, Asmo wouldn’t deny that.They’d gone back and forth fighting about little things that didn’t matter in the long run.

He’d thought it was over, until he’d seen Solomon’s vandalized locker.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, a sickness stirring in his stomach. The two of them stayed after school to try to fix whatever damage they could. There had been horrible notes, drinks thrown onto his text books, lipstick smeared over his notes. Asmo would have thought he would’ve been the target of her anger, but unfortunately this didn’t surprise him.

“You aren’t responsible for her actions.”

“But she’s obviously still hostile because of me.”

“Stop blaming yourself, you didn’t ruin my locker.” Solomon let out a huff and pushed more sludge into a trash can, “You can’t fix her attitude.”

True but Asmo still felt bad. Things were quiet for a moment as Asmo tried to escape his guilt as he slipped paper towels in between the pages of Solomon’s notes. She’d been flooding his comments, but he didn’t think she’d ever do something like this once they broke up…

He felt Solomon nudge him with his foot, bringing his attention back up. “If you still really feel bad, you could invite me for dinner. You said Lucifer was cooking right?” he smiled.

Was it simple? Yes. Did it make Asmo feel a little better and maybe even steal a laugh from him? Also yes.

His ex had gotten a new boyfriend eventually. Not that Asmo cared.

Every now and again they would still hiss at each other in the hallway. They’d gotten into a few more fights, mainly over Solomon, and each time Solomon had been the one to pull Asmo away. He hadn’t handled it the best he could have, but it was in the past now. It happened. He didn’t really remember when it all stopped. Eventually they had just sizzled out, going from a raging fire to nothing but smoke and ash.

********

Solomon had just gone home from dropping his assignments off. He promised he’d come back tomorrow, but only if Asmo wanted him too. Asmo had nodded, eyes still red and pillow stained with tears. He genuinely didn’t know what he’d do without Solomon.

As soon as he was gone, Asmo was left alone with his thoughts again. He knew Solomon had to go home, but he wished he didn’t have to. He didn’t want to be alone. He should go back to school, he really should, but he wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to see his ex. He sobbed into his pillow, gripping it tightly, feeling the fabric become cold beneath his cheeks. It didn’t make sense. He didn’t understand. There wasn’t a reason.

He did everything he could. He made himself pretty, he got him the sweetest gifts he could think of, listened to him, cleared his schedule for him… Maybe it still hadn’t been enough. Maybe he could have done more, tried harder. He could have made himself prettier in the mornings or been a little more adoring. Now that it was over, Asmo was making a list of things he could have done better, but it was too late.

He could still remember the last conversation they had and how the bile rose in his throat.

“We need to break up.”

The words had caught Asmo off guard. Everything had seemed to be going fine. They’d never talked about any problems. As far as Asmo had known, they’d been a perfectly happy couple. They did everything happy couples were supposed to do. Asmo did everything a perfect boyfriend was supposed to do.

“But why?” he’d asked, voice already catching in his throat.

“Just ‘cuz Asmo.”

“But-”

“Just. ‘Cuz. Don’t make me spell it out for you.”

Asmo had been snapped at. Asmo hated being yelled at. It made his throat tighten and his body freeze. This wasn’t how this was supposed to be.

“You’re not dumb. You know why.”

But Asmo didn’t know why!

“Wait-”

“I need to go.”

Asmo could feel the mascara running down his face and taste it on his tongue, “Please don’t.”

“Lose my number Asmo.

Then Asmo had been alone. No reason. No explanation. He was just alone sobbing on the sidewalk, looking for an answer he would never get.

He’d been humiliated and broken and he wasn’t sure how to feel. Honestly, he probably would have stayed crying on the sidewalk if Solomon hadn’t found him.

He didn’t want to be alone. He wished Solomon didn’t have to head home.

His door cracked open ever so slightly, and footsteps crossed his room.

“There was ice cream left over in the freezer,” Lucifer seemed a bit awkward, as if he wasn’t sure what to say. He knew Asmo had been broken up with, but he wasn’t exactly sure what to say. It seemed like calling his ex some… choice words had been the wrong decision as Asmo had only cried even harder, defended his ex, and started to blubber about it being all his fault. From there Solomon had taken over and ushered Asmo upstairs.

He’d caught bits and pieces.

I wasn’t good enough.

I wasn’t pretty enough.

I didn’t love enough.

I wasn’t perfect enough.

Lucifer heard a few other things, but all of these little untruths did nothing but make him angry. He knew his brother, and he knew none of those things were true. He’d seen Asmo interact with his partners, and he did nothing but love them. Perhaps he was a little biased, but he didn’t care.

Asmo sniffled and lifted his head. Ice cream didn’t sound too bad… He wasn’t sure how much of it he could eat, but it was a good breakup food. He sat up a bit and moved closer to his brother. The container was partially full and had brownie chunks mixed in. He leaned against Lucifer’s shoulder and sniffled.

They sat there in silence, Asmo wondering why he wasn’t good enough and Lucifer knowing he deserved better.

********

Lucifer was already tense. He could hear the rising voices from the living room. The couple clearly thought they were home alone. Voices rising in the heat of the moment, growing until they reached their inevitable crescendo.

Lucifer saw the slap before he heard it.

A hand brought down onto Asmo’s face. Eyes wide and full of hurt, shock, and embarrassment as tears welled and slowly overflowed onto the floor. He didn’t see Lucifer. It didn’t matter if Lucifer had met the man in his house before this moment. Now he was a stranger, and intruder. He was violating their space, and would be treated as such.

Before he could disgrace Asmo furthur, Lucifer’s hands were dug into his collar and slamming him harshly against the wall. His vision was clouded with red, lips pulled back in a snarl. Bloodlust clouded his mind.

“How dare you lay a hand on him,” he snarled, grip tightening around his collar, “You have no right to hurt him in any way.”

“Wh-”

“None.”

Lucifer vaguely felt the tugging on the back of his clothes, Asmo’s voice no more than a bug flying in his ear. He dropped the man, making sure he stayed between him and his brother. The fear that Lucifer saw would have been satisfying if not for the situation.

“Leave. If I ever catch you in my home again I will be the last thing you see.”

The man bolted out of the house, Cerberus barking as the door slammed behind him. Lucifer couldn’t relax even with his brother’s soon to be ex gone. His blood was boiling, and Asmo was squirming under his gaze.

Asmo didn’t think Lucifer was home, he hadn’t thought anyone was home. It was the only reason his boyfriend had wanted to come over in the first place, he wasn’t a big fan of Lucifer or any of Asmo’s brothers really. It was a red flag, one Asmo had seen in the distance. He thought that would resolve over time. Apparently he was wrong.

“He’s not welcome in this family,” Lucifer growled, “No one is to treat you like that.”

Understood?

Lucifer’s tone made Asmo’s skin crawl. He was still trying to process what had happened. His cheek stung, and his eyes were watering. What had they been fighting over? He couldn’t remember. Were they even fighting or had they just started yelling?

Asmo couldn’t help but shrink into himself.

“Yes.”

His words were soft and barely audible. His mind couldn’t even think about texting Solomon. Where would he even begin?

Lucifer paced around the living room for a moment, muttering to himself. He sounded almost animalistic, so unlike Lucifer. It scared him, the entire situation sent Asmo into a spiral and he wasn’t sure where to go from here. He flinched when Lucifer touched him, and seeing that seemed to make his anger flare again.

Lucifer stared at the mark that started to mar Asmo’s skin before shaking his head and heading off into the kitchen. He returned shortly after and pressed a cold ice pack to Asmo’s face. Hours of silence ticked by.

Lucifer wanted to press charges.

Lucifer wanted to go after him himself.

Lucifer wanted to bury him deep in the ground with the rest of the spineless worms.

Asmo told him not to.

They’d fought about it for a few days, and the relationship had continued for a little longer after that. But eventually, both the argument and the relationship ended.

*********

Lucifer had been looking over one of his cases when Barbatos paged him down. Something about someone wanting to talk with him. While he’d never admit it, his mind hadn’t been focused on his work lately. Something was going on with his brothers, specifically Asmodeus. He’d seemed unusually twitchy and eager up until recently. Now he wouldn’t come out of his room, and he could hear him sniffling.

Diavolo’s booming laugh bounced off the walls and was the first thing Lucifer heard before he saw anyone. Perhaps Diavolo wanted to take the three of them out to lunch again, where Lucifer would then continuously have to check the time and remind Diavolo about PDA as well as Barbatos’ presence.

However, when Lucifer came to Barbato’s desk, he saw a third person that he wasn’t expecting.

Solomon looked a little frazzled underneath his normally cool composure. He stood stiffly next to Barbatos as Diavolo chattered away. Luciferer spied something pink clasped between fidgeting fingers.

Barbatos was the first to notice Lucifer’s presence. He made his way over to his side and glanced over towards Solomon and Diavolo.

“He seems nervous.”

“I noticed.”

“What do you think it’s about?”

Lucifer hesitated, thinking over his options. Well, he had one idea. If he was correct, it would certainly make everything else fall into place much easier.

“I guess we’ll have to find out won’t we?”

Solomon smiled as he saw Lucifer approaching, causing Diavolo to turn around with a wide grin on his face.

“Lucifer!” Diavolo chirped, moving closer. He went in for a kiss, but Lucifer stopped him.

“Later. We have company,” he smiled, patting his boyfriend’s pouting cheek before turning to Solomon. “It’s good to see you Solomon, it’s been a while since we’ve had you at our dinner table.”

“Ah, well, Asmodeus and I have both been busy. We’ve been spending a lot of study time over at my apartment,” he said. Then a small silence stretched on. Solomon looked down at the pink envelope in his hands for a moment and sucked in his breath, “I was actually wondering if you could give something to him.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. He could feel Diavolo and Barbatos behind him, their intrigue was palpable. Lucifer would be lying if he said he also wasn’t curious about what Solomon had to say. “And why can’t you just give it to him yourself?” he asked.

Solomon stopped for a moment, eyes glancing down at the envelope before smiling.

“Well, I’ve been hiding them in secret and leaving them anonymous, so what fun would it be to just give it to him?”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and Solomon’s face fell.

“He also hasn’t been answering my texts,” he admitted, “I just need him to meet me in the park tonight. I-”

Diavolo’s eyes lit up, “Oh Lucifer! I didn’t realize your brother had a boyfriend, and one with such romantic ideas at that.”

Solomon’s face lit up red and his eyes shifted to the side. So, there was something going on between his brother and his brother’s childhood best friend. His memories flashed to Asmo’s exes, the things they’d put him through, the pain they’d caused him. He didn’t want Asmo to live through any of that again, he didn’t want things to go wrong and he certainly didn’t want his brother to go through more heartbreak.

“What if I just told him? You’ve been sending him letters for a while, why not just get it over with?” Lucifer asked.

Diavolo cut in before Solomon could even give his argument. “Lucifer, why don’t you indulge him?” he asked, “You mentioned that Asmodeus loved romantic things like this. Plus it’s adorable. He’s made this elaborate little plan just for Asmodeus.”

Lucifer hesitated for a moment, thinking his decision over, eyes glued to the envelope. It did seem very… Asmodeus, but could he trust this little romance to not leave Asmodeus crushed? It was a gamble with his brother’s happiness, and the stakes were high.

“It does seem like something Asmodeus would enjoy,” Barbatos cut in, nodding towards the letter, “Plus, you can trust him with his own heart.”

But could he really?

A few more minutes ticked by, Lucifer played with his thoughts. Perhaps he had still been soured by his brother’s last boyfriend. The man hadn’t really left a good impression, and Lucifer didn’t want to see Asmo in that situation again. Asmodeus deserved to thrive and to be loved and cherished. He just wanted what was best for him.

“Alright, I’ll give it to him,” he decided. Solomon’s grin returned as he handed the envelope over. “But,” Lucifer continued, “You’d better treat him well, regardless of what happens. I won’t tolerate anyone disrespecting him.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Solomon smiled, “I promise I’ll take care of him.”

***********

It was late, but Lucifer couldn’t fall back asleep. He picked up his phone to look at the time.

Three am.

How was Asmodeus doing? Surely he and Solomon had gotten to their suite a while ago. Maybe he should give him a call.

Turning onto his side, Lucifer propped himself up and stared at his husband for a moment. Diavolo was curled up on his side, softly snoring away. He wasn’t the most graceful sleeper, but it was still endearing in a way. It was still wonderfully Diavolo.

Kissing Diavolo’s cheek, Lucifer grabbed his phone before heading downstairs. It rang once. Then twice. He wondered for a moment if his brother would even pick up when a tired voice answered.

“Lucifer?”

“Hello Asmodeus,” Lucifer smiled, “Did you arrive alright?”

“Mmm, give me a second, we just… got to sleep.”

There was shifting on the other side of the line, followed by a second voice. It was slightly muddled, but Lucifer knew who it was.

“I’ll be right back Darling… It’s my brother… No no, not Mammon…. Yes Lucifer.... Go back to sleep, I’ll be back soon.”

There were a few other noises. Kisses perhaps? Then more shuffling and a door shutting.

“Sorry brother dearest, Solomon’s rather clingy when it comes to curling up, I’m lucky I was able to escape to the porch.”

He sounded happy. It made Lucifer’s body relax and a soft smile spread across his face. Asmodeus was in good hands, he was safe, he was going to be cared for. He still remembered how happy Asmo had been showing off his ring, and how much happier he looked at his wedding. It made him feel at peace, knowing he was loved.

“I assume you’re having a good time then?”

“Oh yes, all the unpacking is done, and we’re planning on going out and exploring tomorrow,” he chirped.

“You mean you haven’t explored yet?”

“We were unpacking!”

“Unpacking doesn’t take that long Asmodeus.”

“Buuuuuuusssssyyyyyy,” Asmo sang, “Anyways, I’ll make sure to take lots of pictures tomorrow!”

“Good.”

I’m happy you found him.

Silence stretched between them for a moment. Lucifer could hear the ocean in the background.

“I should be getting back to bed, I have a wonderful husband waiting for me and a long day tomorrow.”

“Mmh, now that you mention it, I suppose I should be getting back to someone as well.”

I’m happy he makes you happy.

“Goodnight Lucifer, I love you!”

“Goodnight Asmodeus.”

Lucifer stared at the phone for a few moments more before going back to his bedroom where a warm bed and an adoring husband awaited him. Kissing Diavolo’s cheek once more, Lucifer settled back into bed, feeling his partner shift behind him.

Asmo looked up at the stars and took in the night air before wandering back inside. He barely had time to plug in his phone before Solomon was sucking him back into the bed and covering his skin with kisses. Honestly sometimes Asmo wasn’t sure what to do with all the love Solomon gave him, he doubted that he even deserved it at times. But as they laid together, Asmo knew that this was where he truly belonged. He’d finally found the one. Asmo had had good and bad partners come and go, but Solomon was the one who stayed.

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annabethy · 4 years

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29 combined with 32 for percabeth? (You're writing is awesome btw)

#29 & 32 perfect kisses (set in soulmate au: aka 1st kiss we never saw)

Annabeth flinched as the door slammed shut behind Percy, cautiously looking over at him and watching him pace back and forth.

“You good?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. She glanced back down at the pages open in front of her, trying to do some research, but he seemed to have other plans as he started whining.

“I just—” Percy stopped for a moment to stare deeply at her before resuming his rushed walk in circles. “It’s not fair! Why are we the ones stuck in this time loop? We’re being forced to die day after day, and we have to act like it’s okay when it’s not!”

Annabeth blinked, leaning back in a wooden chair. She held her hands up in a calming manner, doing her best to talk him down from the ledge. “What happened?”

Again, Percy stopped, but this time it was a few feet in front of her. “I went to go get us some coffee because we’ve been up all night, but—” He broke off, his hands moving to cover his face. “The girl’s name was Sophia.”

Annabeth’s heart sank, and she wasted no time in standing to wrap her arms around him. He rested his forehead against her shoulder despite their height difference, and she ran her fingers through his black hair, aware that it wouldn’t do anything to soothe the ache he felt.

“This isn’t fair,” he muttered.

“I know.” Annabeth smiled sadly. “I know.”

She understood the pain he was feeling. It was never easy, knowing that death was right around the corner. They should be able to go across the street to get Starbucks without having to relive the wounds that were still too fresh.

It was the place they both met — the place where everything began.

To see their daughter that wasn’t really theirs was excruciating, but there was nothing either of them could do. They could only be there for one another.

“She looked so much like her,” Percy cried. “If Sophia had grown up, she would’ve looked exactly like her.”

Annabeth’s heart tugged painfully in her chest as she fought down the lump in her throat. She didn’t say anything because what could you say in a situation like this?

“She wasn’t even technically my kid,” Percy said. “I don’t know why I feel like this at all — it’s just — I can’t even describe it.”

“I know what you mean,” she said quietly, rubbing his back. “I know.”

Percy stood up suddenly, wiping at his red eyes. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to sit here and take care of me when you’re feeling just as bad.”

“It makes it easier, knowing that I’m not alone.” Annabeth grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing. “The universe threw us into this lovely loop of death, but at least we’re together.”

He squeezed her hand back. “Together.”

And so she sat there with him in silence, letting him know that he would always have her shoulder to cry on. They didn’t know why they were stuck, but it could wait just a little bit longer, because right now, they needed to just be with each other.

It took a while, but the shared tears finally stopped. The world would not pause forever, so they decided to get back to work. They read book after book with a renewed vigor, a new urge to figure out why they were where they were. Hours passed by and they didn’t even so much as glance at a clock because when you keep coming back to life, time seems to lose its effect.

Annabeth felt Percy’s eyes on her, so she looked up with a slight smile. He seemed distracted by her, viewing her with so much tenderness it warmed her bones.

“Do you need something?” she asked, laughing slightly.

Percy bit the corner of his mouth, smiling back. “I just thought of something funny.”

“Do tell.”

He stood up and she felt obligated to follow. He led her a few feet away from the table they sat at, hands resting on her shoulders. She had no idea what he was trying to do, but when she asked, he ended up just closing his eyes and shushing her.

“Do you feel it?” he whispered out of the side of his mouth.

“What am I supposed to be feeling?”

“The energy coursing through you.” He opened his eyes now. “I think we might’ve been probed by aliens.”

Annabeth scoffed, shoving his hands off of her. “You distracted me from my reading to give me a completely bullshit explanation?”

“You looked like you needed a good laugh,” he admitted. “Did it work?”

“I’m cackling,” she said, clearly not cackling.

Percy snickered, shifting his feet.

Annabeth tilted her head to analyze him. He was a really sweet person. He was in so much pain, wanting everything to be over, but he was still here trying to make her feel better. He was putting her before himself, and he has been since they first met. He was truly too good for this world.

In that moment, Annabeth felt a sort of electricity in the air. It was like they were being pulled together as they stood in front of each other.

They looked into each other’s eyes, and she knew what was going to happen before it did. It might’ve been a long time coming at this point; the bond they had built was too strong for this not to happen. It was only a surprise it didn’t happen any sooner.

Annabeth had pinned so much on the universe at this point, but it was true. There was a magnetic force between them, pulling them closer and closer until the point of no return. For the first time, she doesn’t mind.

She couldn’t bring herself to tear her eyes away from his lips. They were so close, only mere inches apart, and his lips looked so soft and warm and inviting. His own eyes were at hers, flicking up to meet her eyes — perhaps asking for permission he didn’t need.

They were slowly pulled together, Percy’s hands cupping her cheeks, and then he was kissing her long and soft. They moved as one, and Annabeth felt tingles travel up her spine.

Everything about this was just — perfect.

He poured as much affection as he could into the kiss, and neither of them could breathe. It was as though some unseen force had put them together, but now, it was just them. It was them that decided to stay with each other, to love one another. That didn’t fall on anyone but them.

Once they finally parted, they touched their foreheads together, both of them breathing heavily. She could feel Percy’s breath hitting her lips, a gentle reminder that through everything, he was there.

Annabeth couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes. There was still tingling sensation in her lips and on the back of her neck, and she felt so weak in this moment. If she opened her eyes, she knew she would be overwhelmed with love for this boy she managed to find through all this hell.

“God,” he muttered lightly, his own eyes still closed to take in this moment together.

“Yeah,” she agreed.

Percy’s lips ghosted over hers once again before he pulled away for good. She opened her eyes and was met with the utterly smitten look he had on his face.

Right then and there, looking into his eyes, Annabeth made a decision.

She would never leave his side. He was the one person chosen to stick with her through this hell, and even if they couldn’t find heaven —

She’d walk through hell for him a thousand times over.

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duker42 · 5 years

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How about vampire Levi falling in love with a human reader where their love gets to the point she lets him suck her blood, but Levi's mad about it. Angst & smut please!! 😍 I love your writing. I know my request is kinda clichè btw 😅

***No sparkly Vamps here!!! *****WARNING*****NSFW

💜Blood Lust💜

He had taken her for his own selfish desires. Not wanted to be alone, needing someone who could venture out into the sunlight, plus he couldn’t help but be drawn to her. There was just something about her smell.

Y/N had lived with Levi for 6 months before they had ever become intimate. Well, she had lived, Levi had just...existed. She had originally been terrified when he had brought her here. He had found her, in the middle of being robbed and beaten. Levi had killed her attacker before it could turn into something worse. She had lost consciousness after seeing her pale savior sink his teeth into her assaults neck, draining his blood until the light in his eyes faded.

She had been surprised to find that vampires weren’t the myths she thought they were. Even more surprised to find one that was so damn...clean. His dwelling wasn’t the drab and dreary cobweb infested nightmare that was portrayed in the movies. Yes it was old, but it was light and bright during the day, and spotless.

The motorized window coverings blacked out any rooms he wanted to be in during the daylight hours, protecting him from the very deadly, in his case, UV rays. She had found herself at ease in his presence over time, despite his blunt and rude manner, he was a man that cared about others.

She found it odd that Levi was so keen on preserving human life, considering they were his food. The man he had killed the night he had saved her was the first life he had taken in five years. He relied on donors or blood banks for his meals, resisting urge to haunt the shadows and prey on the unsuspecting.

The first time they had slept together, Y/N knew that she was totally in love with the vampire that had changed her life. She had practically seduced him, with the man being so resistant to letting someone into his non beating heart.

~~~~~

“Levi.” She ventures as she kissed down his porcelain, chilly throat. “I want you to feed from me.”

His hands stop as they were stroking her stomach and gripping her ass.

He pulled his head away from where he had been nuzzling her throat. “No.” His voice was hard and flat.

“But why?” Curiosity burned in her eyes as she looked into his silvery orbs. She had been fascinated by their color when she had first woken up in his house. They were like liquid metal, the flecks of blue and silver constantly swirling as his stormy eyes contained the emotions he refused to let his face express.

“Reasons, brat.” He huffed, annoyed with her pressing the issue.

She wiggles on his lap. They were currently on his bed, now their bed. He always woke from the little sleep he got either horny or hungry, tonight was the former.

She nipped his ear as her warm breath washed over him. His heart may have no longer beat, but his nerves certainly worked as his body reacted to her touch. He had to remind himself to be gentle, temper his touch. She didn’t regenerate like he could. One slip, one moment where he lost himself and he could destroy the person he loved.

It scared him how hard he had fallen for the girl. The human he had found that night, struggling to fend off the degenerate that wanted her money, her body and maybe her life. He had no qualms about killing that one, as a calm rage fell over him as he caught the scent of her fear. He thought that was the moment he had started falling in love with her.

Y/N didn’t understand what she was asking. Fresh blood always caused a momentary frenzy, a split second where the monster he truly was is released. If he, in that moment, killed Y/N, he knew that he would walk out into the sunshine the very next day.

She whimpered a bit in his arms. The hands on her body relaxed as he loosened the grip he hadn’t know had tightened. Looking back at her, her cheeks flush and rosy, her eyes sparkling, he needed to remember that this human of his needed to be protected, even if it was from himself.

“Please, Levi? I want you to.” Shit, she wasn’t goin to let this go.

Levi peeled Y/N off of him and set her to the side. “I need to go clean.” And left her sitting on their bed without a backwards glance.

~~~~~

For a week he wouldn’t talk to Y/N. Wouldn’t acknowledge her presence. He didn’t sleep. All he did was obsessively clean the already immaculate house.

She watched him from the door frame. He was kneeling on the floor, scrubbing at invisible stains on the marble floors that didn’t exist. Or perhaps it had, years past. Their house was old, it was the same house where Levi had lived when he was still human. Meticulously cared for and upgraded as the centuries had past.

Levi’s mind was running as fast as his hands worked, scouring the smooth stone. Never in his 235 years, had Levi felt the connection that he had with Y/N. She accepted him for who and what he was, without reservation. Something he had never found as a human. Her only fear that night was that she was in a place she hadn’t known, after awakening from her attack. She had thought she had been kidnapped. After telling her she hadn’t, Levi had initially been willing to let her go, until she did the one thing he hadn’t expected.

She touched him. He knew that she had seen him kill that man. His ashen eyes had locked onto hers as he drank. Levi had watched her eyes roll back and Y/N slump to the ground unconscious. Knowing all of this, she had still walked up to him, with no hint of fear in her eyes and touched his cold cheek. “Thank you” She had whispered in a low clear voice.

In that moment, Y/N became his.

~~~~~

“Are you ever going to speak to me again?” Levi paused in his scrubbing for a moment before starting the rhythmic circles of the brush again.

“Are you done asking about that shit?” She knew that she had frustrated him, but damned if she was going to let this go.

“No, I’m not going to unless you explain why you are so against this.” He threw the brush down. Y/N watched it slide across the floor.

She looked up to find Levi right in front of her. His cleaning handkerchief pulled away from his face and his eyes hot and angry as they stared at her intimidatingly. In a flash, she was pushed up against he wall, his hands firmly around her arms, squeezing lightly in warning.

“Don’t fuck with me Y/N. You won’t like the consequences.” He growled out.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the powerful vampire. “You don’t scare me Levi. I know you won’t hurt me. Just tell me why?”

“Why the fuck do you want this?” He pushed off of her to pace. “You want to be my food? You want to feel like a pig set to slaughter?”

“I’m.....jealous.” He stopped and looked at her incredulously. She continued on, explaining. “I hate the thought of you touching those donors. Of them feeling any part of you, even your fangs. I had thought.....”

“You thought what?” He had stopped pacing to stand before her.

She lifted her eyes to his. “I had thought that when you told me that I was yours, it had also meant that you were mine.”

His glare softened. “Explain.”

Her face pouted slightly. “I don’t share. Period. If you set you lips on someone’s neck, it should be mine. If you feed from someone, it should be me.”

“Y/N.....I......” Words failed him. He could feel his resistance fading as he watched the hurt and insecurity cross the face he loved staring at.

“Just tell me what the problem is.” She begged, grabbing his hand.

“I could kill you, Y/N. I could lose control and squeeze you too hard or drain too much blood. I can’t risk that. I can’t risk losing you.” His eyes closed with his admission, ashamed of his shortcomings. He felt a warm hand on his cheek just like he had so many months before. Opening his eyes, he saw the love and trust she held for him in her gaze.

“You would never do that. I trust you, Levi.”

~~~~~

He had stripped them down to their underwear. Not caring for the mess blood usually made, he had prepared their bedroom. A waterproof protector covered the bed as they lay there.

“You always do it this way?” At his nod, Y/N gave a fierce scowl. “Yep, definitely not fucking sharing anymore.”

He gave a low laugh. “It’s always just a business transaction, Y/N. I drink, they get paid, we part ways.”

He leaned over body, lips hovering near her pulse. The warm beat of her blood was intoxicating, and he felt his fangs lower in anticipation. “Ready, Y/N?”

“Yes, Levi.”

With her consent, he plunged his fangs into the soft skin of her neck. Her tiny gasp filled his senses as he tasted her. Her blood filled his mouth. The sweet, thick liquid on his tongue caused a reaction he had never expected. His cock began to swell, hardening as he drank.

A fever invaded his mind. All he could think about was fucking her while he fed. Painfully overwhelming, the desire was coursing through him, clouding his mind. He didn’t want to hurt her, he wanted her screaming his name in ecstasy.

His hands tore the thin panties she wore. Her own hands were roaming on his body, but he was focused solely on her. Lowering his own underwear, he shifted, covering her body with his own. He yanked her legs open, his mouth still attacked to her neck as he filled her with a single thrust, pushing his cock into her tight center.

She cried out, pain and pleasure combined. He was large and stretched her opening as he began moving. It was fast and hard, a kinetic joining of their bodies. He pounded into her as she felt his tongue lave her neck, licking at the blood seeping from her wounds.

Once she was surrounding him, he felt a little bit calmer, but no less entranced by the woman in his arms. He moved a hand to her breast, palming it as he continued to slam his hips into hers. He heard her cries, but they seemed to be in pleasure, her hands tugging at his hair, and nails scraping down his back like in encounters past.

He rolled them over and sat up, Y/N now sitting on his cock. He sank his teeth into her again as she arched against him. He growled as she began moving against him. Her hips rocking back and forth as she rode him. Her tight walls milking him towards release as he continued to feed from her. He managed to finally pull away from her neck, running a bloodstained mouth down to her breast to capture a stiff peak.

Her blood trickled down her neck, running down to the breast as he tugged on the nipple. She moaned and moved faster against him, enjoying his mouth on her as much as his cock inside her. When the trail of blood reached his mouth, he began licking up her chest, cleaning her as much as savoring the rich nectar.

He moved them again. This time, setting her on her knees. Sliding in easily, he snapped his hips forward and began to drive himself into her wet cavern. He sped up, confident the eager woman would love the pace that no human could set. Her erotic gasp and high pitched keening let him know he was right. As he felt her begin to tighten around him, he knew that he was close, pulling her back flush against his chest, he pushed deeper as he closed his lips around her neck again.

Screaming his name, she shattered in his arms. Her body shook and he felt the warm rush of her release as her body gripped him. He felt his own body tighten and he came with an inhuman snarl, his bloody teeth exposed as he filled her with his cum.

They slumped down together in the bed, Y/N gasping for breath. Levi was in a daze, he had never felt a need that strong, experienced an orgasm that all consuming. As he came down off his post coitus high, he began to look Y/N over, checking to make sure he hadn’t hurt her.

She gave him a sleepy smile. That had been absolutely amazing. All she could do was lay there bonelessly as she felt him tut and run his hands over her flesh. She giggled as he lifted her into his arms, intent on showering to clean up.

“What, brat?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow down at his love.

“I really love your blood lust, Levi.”

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punkcupcakestyles · 5 years

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Love Song

Part 8

“And what happens when I fall in love with you, Harry?”

“If one of us is gonna fall in love, it’s gonna be me.”

Catch Up!

BTW: I gotta say a big huge thank you to @for-fucks-sake-h for this one

I didn't want to do this. I wanted to go home, and maybe hide under my bed. That was all I wanted to do.

Fuck.

I wasn't in the mood.

"Sorry," I whispered after what it felt like an eternity of silence, Harry looking at me patiently from the door. "S'not your fault. I was the one that said yes to this stupid thing.”

His jaw clenched just a bit. It was hard to miss, the hinge of it popping out of his already structured faces. That was a thing about him: He was so sharp around the edges, it was almost impossible for him not to cut deep.

"Want out?" He asked simply, but just that was enough to make my stomach drop.

Such a good question: Did I want out? I probably should.

"That's Midge's decision," I replied softly. It was easier to say than the turmoil of words that flooded my mind.

"That's bullshit." My eyes met his, and at that moment I couldn't decide if his smile was sour or sweet, if he was being sarcastic, or he was mad cause I wasn't saying what he wanted me to say. I didn't know him at all. For a brief moment, I felt the urge to fix that. To take back my words, and make him smile just like he did in the morning, and find out every little detail there was to know about him. Did he wash his hair with warm water? Did he put sugar in his coffee? I didn’t know that.

"Think whatever you want, Harry," I shrugged instead, forcing myself to get up from the bed. "I need to get ready, I have a busy day."

He didn't move, looking at me as I made my way to the bathroom. I could feel the energy of the room prickling on the tips of my fingers, running through my body with each step closer. It was suffocating.

And I almost made it safe and sound into the bathroom. But his fingers wrapped around my wrist as I walked by him, pulling me back softly as he did so.

And I knew he meant no harm. I knew. I still couldn’t help the panic that exploded in my chest, and that put me on high alert. Quickly, I scanned the room, looking for ways out: the window was a no go, we were on the 7th floor. He was blocking the door, and something told me he was a lot stronger than he looked.

I was full-on panicking, the air stuck in my throat. It felt like an elephant had decided to sit on my chest and I was pinned to the floor. I couldn't get up, or think, or breathe, just sink to the floor. It felt like the world was burning and I was standing in the middle of it, fully aware that I needed to run, and unable to do so. Useless as always.

“S…” Harry whispered as if he were talking to a wounded animal, afraid that it might launch into attack if he wasn't careful. I peered back at him he released my wrist and put his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

He had noticed the fear that was prickling on my skin, there was no doubt about it, and he was making himself smaller to calm me down. I had seen my mom do the same a bunch of times before. Only I was not a ball of fire, spitting danger around me just for the fun of it.

He had nothing to be afraid of.

And he knew that much, cause he smiled, patiently waiting until I turned fully around to look at him.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

I wasn't. I felt tired and dizzy. All of the energy that had electrified me seconds before was now draining out of me.

“Yeah…” I said in a voice that didn't feel like my own. It was hoarse and soft like I could burst into tears at any moment now.

He took a step closer and his shoulders relaxed visibly as I looked at him in the eyes. Soon, his cold fingers were on my clammy neck, and his thumb was caressing my cheek. I smiled at the touch and closed my eyes as I allowed myself to lean closer to him.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“S’okay. It’s a bad habit of mine,” I said in the same low voice, worried that if I spoke up, I would cry. I let him pull me closer until my forehead was resting on his chest and he was all I could feel. His fingers drew soft circles on my back, as I meekly let my hands wrap around his waist. Every little touch sent a new shiver down my spine, excitement bubbling in my tummy as if my own body knew what was coming, and simply couldn't wait any longer. “You smell nice," I mumbled as I nuzzled my nose against his skin, taking him in for just a little longer.

A moment of silence took over the room, and I found myself wishing I could take all of it back, that I hadn't said a single thing, and just let it be. It was all going so well.

"Want out, S?" Harry's words rumbled in his chest, sweet and alluring, and oh, how good it felt to hear him. “You can tell me, I’ll even take the blame.”

"Harry...don't."

"S..."

"Don't." I finally untangled myself from him, taking a step back to look at him. “Please, don't do this. I really can't risk it."

"Do what? Risk what?" He asked, his voice getting louder.

"Everything!! I have everything to lose and you don't understand! You come here thinking this is all a fucking game. But it's not, Harry, not to me."

"So let's end this, Sofia."

"No!" I bit my bottom lip as it rolled into my mouth and gazed up at him. The whole world was blurred at the edges, and all I could see was him, all I could sense and care about. The only problem was that nothing else made sense. "Please..." I begged.

The world slowed down and I could see everything playing out in slow motion. We were right at the part of the movie where the protagonist remembers the biggest tragedy of her life.

Harry's jaw clenched, but if he had anything to say, he chose not to. He took a few steps away from me and left, even when I could feel the uncertainty that was eating him up.

For a couple of seconds, I couldn't move. My knees were too weak and my mind was too fuzzy to attempt to do so, so I stayed put, balling my fist tightly and blinking the tears away. It was all I could do not to crumble to the insidious feeling making a home of my tummy.

***

A tragedy: Due to bad weather conditions, my crew had been delayed in LAX and was just now getting to New York.

An even bigger tragedy: I might have to do my own hair for national TV.

It was honestly hard to care.

Diana kept pacing around the room as she gave me instructions on how to behave during the interview: “smile”, “look at the public when telling a story”, “be relatable: no one wants to know you owned a pony...Or a yacht.” Ordering me around was her way to calm herself down.

I had already done my makeup. I had learned a few tricks along the way on how to make my eyes look bigger and enhance the natural plumpness of my lips. I knew that if I put a tiny bit of blush on my nose I’d look more lively and that my eyebrows looked way better if they were kind of bushy and thick.

It also gave me something to do, the opportunity to distract myself from the stupid sadness that had sunk in my chest. Cause Harry wasn’t there, and some part of me wanted him to be. I was expecting to see him when I arrived at the studio, with his smirk and careless attitude, leaning onto a wall while he chatted with someone. I was craving to see him, actually, and for him to take my hand when he realized I was a nervous mess, just like he had done when we were on the plane to New York. But it wasn't like I could blame him for choosing not to see me.

“You ok? They’re about to get here, you’ll make it just fine,” Diana assured me right after she checked the time one last time.

“Yeap.”

“You sure?”

“Yeap...where’s Harry? I figured he’d be here.” I tried to sound casual like I didn’t care. I tried to hide the fact that I felt like a balloon that had just been punctured a tiny little hole, and was deflating slowly.

“He...uh, he is back to work. He wanted me to let you know that he’s going to go on a bit of a tour, traveling around the world to show his friends his new album before releasing it. He just...decided to do it a bit earlier.”

“Oh.”

“He will go to London, Tokyo, Paris, Rome, everywhere, really, but he will allow us to use his image to feed the press about your relationship if that’s what you want.”

“Oh,” I repeated, like the idiot I was.

“And he also wants you to know you’re welcome to join him in any city you want. Your choice. He was very adamant that you get to decide. Not me, not Midge, but you."

“Oh…”

“You’re going on a tv show, Sofia. I need you to start saying actual words,” Diana snapped at me, and I let the corners of my mouth twitch, offering her a quick and sour smile before walking away as they called my name.

The show was about to start.

I didn’t even get to fixing my hair.

***

“So, the game’s pretty simple,” Jimmy Fallon smiled at me as we both stood in front of a line of shots. “I ask you a question and you can either answer it or take the shot.”

“Oh, that doesn’t sound dangerous at all.”

“Just a warning, though. We’ve heard you hate the taste of pineapple, so one of these is a pina colada. And we’ve heard you’re allergic to peppermint, so we’ve made you a mojito. Let’s do this! First question for a chocolate martini: you can choose any guy in the world to spend the rest of your life, or you can spend one night with Rihanna. Which one you choose?”

“Rihanna. Can I still have the martini?”

“Sure. Second question for the pina colada…”

“Shit. That is strong!”

“I told you so. Second question: bang, marry, kill: Noah Centineo, which rumor has it will be your love interest in your next movie; Jacob Elordi, who you were pretty heavy with during your last movie; and Harry Styles, cause he’s Harry Styles and I like him.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna have that drink…”

***

New York, with its hectic schedules and the endless string of public outings, was finally over and I was back home.

I much rather be in L.A., and all of its chaos, endless meetings with Diana and Midge revising screenplays and projects, long hours spent on hair and make-up, and even longer days in photoshoots. It didn’t matter, cause I was home, and I could lie in bed with my mom when she got back from the hospital, and bake with Cat and watch movies with Sam.

One thing was the same, though: No Harry.

It had been two weeks since I last saw him, that awful morning in New York, and he hadn’t texted, called or talked to me since then, not even a stupid message through Diana.

It was starting to be painful.

Fuck.

“Honey, you’re not being very useful,” my mom smiled at me, pushing an onion my way, so I would dice it. It was the first task she had given me since I sat down to watch her cook, and I sighed sorrowfully before I put myself to work.

My mom cooked when she was happy. When we were growing up, and Cat was just a baby, she would cook every day, she baked cookies, and made pasta from scratch, or curry for dinner. My favorite was the Khao Soi, a soup recipe she learned back when she lived in Thailand for a couple of months before she married my dad. My mom was adventurous and happy when she was young, and it was hard to even imagine how she turned into the shy and reserved adult she was.

I would come back from school and run to the kitchen to help her, even if it meant just stopping Cat from getting things into her mouth. I loved the smell in the air and the fact that she would allow me to eat the cookie dough, or taste the sauces. We would sing and laugh, and I never noticed the fact that she was always wearing long-sleeved shirts, even during the hottest days of summer, or how sometimes she covered a side of her face with her long hair.

Ignorance was blissful.

She was in a good mood today, it was Sam’s birthday, and we were making Rigatoni Alla Harry, his favorite dish. I was pretty sure he had asked for it just to spite me, so he could make a funny face every time he mentioned the name of the dish, which he did, constantly and unnecessarily.

I had offered him whatever he could want: a quick trip to Paris? He got it; to party until he couldn’t remember his name? I would’ve paid for it in a heartbeat; a fancy watch with his name engraved on it? I couldn’t even imagine why he would want that for, but I would’ve bought it. Instead, he chose to spend the day in and to cook his own dinner with my mom. He couldn’t get any better.

I was only halfway through the onion when my phone started to buzz on the counter. I looked up and realized my mom was already giving me an exasperated look. “We already had this discussion, Sofia. Family time is sacred”, her voice rang in the back of my mind. I smiled apologetically and quickly picked it up before she would actually say the words.

It was Diana, texting me from her trip back home, where she was visiting her parents. I wasn’t the only one having trouble with boundaries.

I think it’s time for us to make a little trip.

Btw, I loved your outfit yesterday.

Her text came with a link to a magazine, one of those gossipy ones that I hated so much. For a second, I hesitated. I didn’t want to know what was being told. Most often than not, it was bullshit, but it still messed with my head.

I finally opened it, closing my eyes as a rush of anxiety ran through my veins. What could I had possibly done? I couldn’t think of a single thing, I was the most boring person on earth.

I shouldn’t have.

LOVE IS IN THE AIR

Spotted: Harry Styles and Camille Rowe having a fun night out in London, with a few friends. The on-and-off couple looked cozy while having dinner, with Styles' arm draped around the beautiful model for most of the night. According to sources, he’s beyond happy to be back with his muse for his long-awaited second album.

Who’s not so happy about this recent development? Well, that would be Hollywood darling Sofia Walsh-De La Rosa, who was dating Styles up until very recently. The actress is said to be heartbroken…

The actress felt...empty.

I knew I should’ve been pissed, but it was hard when there was a void where my heart was supposed to be. And intense sadness that had nothing to hold on to, so it was expanding everywhere else.

I felt sick.

My fingers kept scrolling through the article without really reading the words. I only stopped when I realized there was a photo posted. They were so beautiful, both of them, that it was hard to look away anyway. He was gorgeous, almost painfully so, and I could feel a fluttering feeling in my chest as I looked at him. He was walking out of the restaurant, frowning and looking down at the floor, while she was behind him, almost hiding from the camera. They made a fucking beautiful couple, there was no denying it. No wonder he still wanted her.

Get ready. I’ll get back tomorrow. We’re leaving in the afternoon.

***

It wasn’t my choice. It was never going to be.

We got to London in the early afternoon, and it was raining, so we went straight into the car, a black SVU with tinted windows. Tired as I was, I closed my eyes and fell asleep on D’s shoulder, while she checked her email on her phone and muttered quick reminders to herself.

I didn’t even notice when we arrived at our destination, a tall, black building with reflective glass in downtown London. It didn’t have a name on it, but it looked modern and expensive and Diana rushed to it, trying to avoid the rain that was starting to pour down. I followed her inside, squealing as my foot fell into a puddle of water and my white converse got soaked.

I looked rattled, to say the least. Diana hadn’t allowed me to go to the hotel first, so I tried to rake my fingers through my hair, so it wouldn’t get puffy because of the rain. I also shifted on my feet, already uncomfortable by my wet shoe.

The old man sitting by the reception desk didn’t bat an eye when he saw us. He looked at me from head to toe disapprovingly, and with a sigh, he let us in. It was almost as if he was used to seeing people walking around looking like crazy.

The building was some sort of artists’ studio, with paintings and graffitis all over the walls. It was exactly the kind of place where you would expect to have a sudden stroke of genius.

I followed Diana into the elevator and we remained in awkward silence as we went up to the 7th floor. I was about to ask her where the hell were we when the bell rang, and the doors opened to a floor full of recording booths.

It wasn’t until that moment when my half-asleep brain caught up with the fact that we were in Harry’s territory. And I was about to see him. We walked down the hallway to the very last booth. From the looks of it, it was the biggest one and the only one with a key card door. Diana knocked on it and my heart picked up the pace as I heard the steps coming.

Music was playing in the room when Jeff opened the door and he looked at us in surprise, as if he couldn’t possibly remember he had guests over. He blinked a few times, right before his eyes traveled from Diana to me, and he stepped aside to let us in.

“Harry’s in the back,” he murmured when I walked in. I nodded and went straight to the semi-open door in the back of the room.

It was where music was coming from, a soft ballad sang in a slow, chocolatey way. It was alluring and sexy in a way I couldn’t describe. I couldn’t put a name to the feeling that bubbled in my tummy at the sound of it.

Harry didn’t notice when I walked into the room, not for a while anyway. He was wearing a blue sweater and dark blue jeans, and his hair was a bit shorter than I remembered it. He was focused on the music, frowning lightly as he moved his head to the rhythm of it.

“I like the song,” I said after a while, calling for his attention as he still hadn’t noticed my arrival. Harry was already smiling when he turned around and I felt like a billion butterflies were fluttering in my tummy at the sight of him.

“Hey,” was all he said, but it was enough to ignite a spark in my chest.

“Hi. It’s really good.”

“Makes you wanna fuck the singer?” He asked, and I had to hold my breath as I watched him take a couple of steps closer and lean over me to close the door behind me. It was just the two of us now, no Jeff or Diana to listen to us. “It’s kind of what I’m going for.”

“I wouldn’t know, I have a boyfriend,” I whispered in response. There was no need to speak up, he was so close, I could feel his breath, and the tickles of the ghost of his lips on mine.

“Oh, then does it make you wanna fuck your boyfriend?” he smirked, dimples showing on his cheeks as he kissed me.

Neither of us was in any rush. His hands traveled to my waist, as the weight of his body pushed me back to the door, trapping me there while his tongue grazed my bottom lip. I sighed, giving in to the kiss as my knees started to tremble.

It almost felt like he missed me, the taste of my lips and the shape of my body was making up for the lost time. He explored my mouth and allowed me to suck on his lips, the pressure of his fingers growing as he pulled me closer.

I forgot what I was there for, forgot about the photo and the gossip and the fact that he was back with his ex. I only cared about his kiss and the way he was holding me.

His nose bumped against mine when he broke the kiss and a shy smile spread on his lips, looking at me as his fingers pressed lightly to my neck.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” he muttered.

“I wasn’t.”

“Too bad, cause I kinda missed you.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” I smiled softly at him. “I think you’ve been doing just fine without me.”

“S.” My name came out of his lips like an annoyed grunt, followed by an exasperated sigh. “I didn’t get back with her.”

“You don’t owe me any kind of explanation, H.”

“I do!” He urged. “And I need you to believe me: I didn’t get back with her and I didn’t fuck or kiss her or anything. I’ve been a fucking saint since that morning.”

“Why do you need me to believe you?”

“I have no fucking idea, S. I just need you to. I need you to trust me.”

“I trust you.”

“Good.” His smile was bright and sincere and a little bit relieved. And it took a lot of effort not to kiss him again.

“You don’t have to be a saint, though,” I blurted out when his back was already facing me and he was looking for his phone on the control table. “That’s not what this is about.”

“I know,” he smiled in response.

“Maybe we shouldn’t kiss anymore,” I forced myself to continue, now that I had the strength in me. “Not when we’re alone.”

“We’ve had this conversation before, babe.”

“Yes, and we keep ignoring it.” And because of it, my heart imploded when I saw a photo of him with another woman. “So maybe we shouldn’t do that anymore.”

“Are you scared you might fall in love with me?” He asked rather cockily.

“I’ve seen what love does to people, H, so ‘terrified’ would be a better word to use,” I said to his surprise. “I think I should go take a shower. I’ll be at the hotel.”

I wasn’t expecting him to take my hand, or to look at me like a lost child that wasn’t so sure about what he was going to do next.

“Don’t go to a hotel, S. Stay with me.”

“H…”

“Just tonight. You can sleep at your hotel tomorrow.”

“Why?” I chuckled.

“It’ll be nice to spend some time with you, just us. I’ll bet we’re gonna have to do a lot of things just for show these days. I’ll be good,” he promised.

How could I say no?

***

His bed was soft.

I was supposed to be taking a shower. Harry had left me in his room so I could have some privacy, but I kept staring at his bed, soft and warm, as it called my name.

Just 10 minutes.

I stripped down to my underwear, letting my clothes pool down on the floor, and sat down on the bed, letting out a relieved sigh, before I lay down and got myself under the covers. I was hoping that Harry was one of those guys that believe women take ages to get ready, and he would let me be. All I needed was 5 minutes. Maybe 10.

I didn’t know how long I had slept, but I knew I was hot and that maybe it was time for me to get up. I didn’t want to, though. Maybe if I stayed in bed for 5 more minutes, I could continue sleeping. So I pushed the covers down to my waist, so the cold air could freshen up my skin and I turned the pillow to the cool side of it, letting myself slip away until I fell asleep one more time.

The dipping of the bed woke me up, and I opened my eyes to find that Harry was already staring at me. He was right next to me and had changed to a pair of black joggers and a rattled blue shirt, a far cry from the Gucci model the world knew him to be. He smiled at me, and I was sure I had smiled back, although I wasn’t too sure.

“What time is it?” I heard myself ask, my voice pasty and hoarse.

“Almost midnight.”

“Mmmmmm.”

I closed my eyes and nuzzled myself against the pillow, ready to go back to sleep. It was then when I felt it, a sharp feeling on my shoulder, followed by Harry’s playful laugh.

I sat up and turned to him, only to see him bite back his stupid smile. He looked guiltily at me for a second, before he let his eyes wander down to my body, noticing only now that I was in my underwear. His eyes quickly flew back to mine and I could notice the slight flush on his cheeks.

“Did you just bite me?” I asked, and even if I wanted to sound mad, I couldn’t help but smile at him.

“You were the one to tell me I shouldn’t kiss you anymore,” he shrugged off in response.

“If you’re gonna go around biting me, I would rather you kiss me instead.”

“You sure? You keep changing your mind.”

“No biting, Harry,” I refused to answer his question. Maybe cause I didn’t know the answer to it. But all I got from him was a shit-eating grin.

“We’ll talk about biting later...let’s go back to that kiss.”

“Harry…”

“I have a counterproposal,” he smirked softly. I realize I could smell his perfume, soft and breezy, and I could feel the warmth of his body as he scooted closer to me. Sleep was slowly fading away and I was all too aware of the loud beating of my heart.

“What?” I would say yes to anything he asked.

“Let’s have fun. No rules.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

“It’s a lot safer than just...not doing what we really want.”

“And what do you really want, H?”

“Right now? You. I want you, S.”

“What about your girlfriend?”

“Technically you are my girlfriend, babe.”

“And what happens when I fall in love with you, Harry?”

“If one of us is gonna fall in love, it’s gonna be me,” he snorted. “Don’t worry about that.”

“How do we...start this?” I asked, his eyes falling on mine as he offered me a mischievous smile.

“It already started, baby.”

“Then what do we do?”

“How about a shower?” He asked and I gulped down just at the thought. It was a lot to think about, his wet body, his kisses, the fact that we both would be naked. It was a lot.

“Let’s do that,” I smiled.

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Younger post-ep ramble 6x04

Well now, we’ve hit a rather interesting point in the season now haven’t we? Can you say DRAH-MAH. This week’s episode, ‘An Inside Glob’, sees the tension that’s been mounting in the first three episodes of season 6 reach boiling point. And then boil over. Into a restaurant full of onlookers. Then onto Reddit. Lol. Now I may be biased because of my love of Miriam Shor (or I am simply an appreciator of good directing when I see it), but this week’s ep was so well put together, it felt like there was ample room for each scene to breathe and the pacing overall felt significantly less frantic than it sometimes does. There was a familiarity, for lack of a better word, about the structure and the feel of this ep, not to mention the writing left me legit laughing out loud many times throughout. The writers are bringing it this season. We also see the welcome return of two faves: Charles’ three-piece suit and Liza’s silver-suit power-tude. Let’s dive on in.

You always know it’s going to be a good ep when it opens with a loft heart-to-heart between Liza and Maggie, but not before Liza meets Maggie’s new boo Beth (with Liza’s ‘ew’ and hand wiping after Maggie tells her they just finished a session equal parts gold and gross). Their whole interaction, from the ‘I promise not to call him Chaz’ (was anyone else hoping she would call him Chaz, because I was HANGING for a Chaz drop at dinner. There’s still time...), to Liza sharing her concerns that Charles is secretly financing a new company and Maggie trying to justify all the coincidences and reassure her, it was just premium bff content. Not to mention a great set-up for the episode and follow on from the last one.

Liza continues to try and allay her suspicions about Charles by getting Kelsey’s view of the funding source after the morning meeting with my new fave power-trio (quick poll: Zane always looking like a dog who just ate your pizza - accurate or nay?) and Diana brings the top quality delivery of one liners right from the get-go as we’re introduced to this week’s author, Bronwyn Madigan (aka, the cash cow whose milk Millennial could use...yes, D. Trout, you did need to say that). Apparently baby boomers like to top off their reading of erotica with a good meatloaf (actual meatloaf, get your minds out of the euphemistic gutter) and that is now two foodstuffs I have a strained relationship with following this ep of Younger. Liza is able to quash her spidey senses re: the Mercury money briefly, as Kelsey reveals she’s been doing some digging and discovered the company is operating out of the financial district, therefore obviously it’s a big media company behind it. Obviously...

Lo and behold Kelsey marches her feisty self down to the Mercury office to confront Zane and weaves through hopeful start-up founders in a co-working space to find him (also, are AirPods a pre-req to land a job at Mercury?). Their entire exchange had a couple of ‘whoa’ moments for me. Exhibit A, when discussing how Zane secured Audrey Colbert’s book:

Kelsey: ‘So you slept with her? God, that is completely unethical. And so creepy”

Zane: ‘But it’s fine when you do it?’

File under: T for TRUTH. Not gonna lie, I almost applauded. I would have filed under H for Hypocrite except the next part of the conversation, in which Kelsey throws the accusation that Zane went after Audrey because he knew she was (and I’m with Zane on this one, she is going to need to learn to suck it up when Millennial loses out on books, our pal Kels is on one steep learning curve), followed with, ‘that book was important to me and you knew it’, goes straight to the H folder. How does Zane know it? Could it be because Kelsey told Zane she was going after Audrey’s book? Even after he told her he had a job, that he was just waiting for everything to line up and considering his history of swooping in and being competitive? While they are not fully comparable situations, I found this a bit rich considering the grief Kelsey gave Liza for discussing business with Charles (I get that was her insecurity and feeling he would interfere), when her discussions with Zane have seemingly led him to going after this book. Which is 100% in character for him btw.

I have been liking a lot of Kelsey’s boss moments this season but this week it certainly felt like she was in way over her head. At her lunch with Lauren, yet another combo I thoroughly enjoy on my screen, we once again see Lauren being the relentlessly supportive friend she always is and educating Kelsey on the dos and don’ts of dating apps (surely Kelsey knew that deleting an app doesn’t delete your profile right??? Putting it down to stress amnesia). Pointing out that putting your job title on your dating profile if it is in any way a potential threat to male ego is a big no-no (’this kind of over-accomplishment only works if you’re trying to pick up women’), Lauren offers up that Kelsey suffers from BDE. Of course we later discover that rather than big dick energy, Kelsey is suffering bald dude energy, confirmed by her alopecia diagnosis. I did so enjoy Kelsey’s dramatic reactions, ‘just keep an eye out ok?’, to the whole ordeal and it certainly added another element to the rising tension.

Cue hilarious conversation with Diana about her own battle with hair loss (not on her head) along with the rest of her ailments (shingles seems to be a running theme this season. Did someone in the writers room have a shingles flair up recently after reading a particularly terrible autobiography or suffer month-specific breakouts aka Diana’s electric tube top? Need to know). Even though it was not making Kelsey feel better necessarily, this was Diana being supportive in her own way and I am just here for it every day of the week. I think what I enjoyed most about the office scenes in this episode, aside from every single line that came out of Diana’s mouth, were the moments that were reminiscent of the old office dynamic. From Diana bleating ‘Liza’ as she enters Liza’s office (still can’t believe that’s a thing) with the idea of advertising erotica on the bike kiosks to the sarcasm when Liza asks ‘Bronwyn’s?’ and Diana responds with ‘no, my own’. We finally get to meet author of ‘The Seasoned Slut’ (loving the guest casting this season btw) who oozes a self-assurance that only serves to emphasise her reason for not re-signing with Millennial: that her problem ‘is with the lack of value placed on experience’. Ugh, I loved this line.

I loved it because it is an absolute reality, especially for women in the workplace, and goes hand in hand with the ageism this show’s entire premise was built upon. I loved it because this show tells us that experience is and should be valued through Zane’s comment in episode one, that Kelsey should not lose Diana as she is the best in the business and Kelsey telling Diana that she values and respects her. And I loved this line because the set-up for this season remains true to the original premise and challenges it at the same time, taking another look at the role age/experience and gender play in success and reinventing yourself. Did I mention I love this show?

Liza’s reaction to the question of ‘where is the grey hair in the room?’ was also noted, a nice reminder that the age-lie is still in play and is never far from the surface. The other thing I loved in the meeting with Bronwyn was Diana’s horror that she a) might be considered the demographic for her books and b) ‘do people think I’m her age?’ I cannot imagine a time I will ever watch this line and not roar with laughter. I also love that that was the main takeaway Diana had from the whole BJ comment this woman just casually dropped in as she exited, you know, as one might mention they know a great bagel place you might enjoy nearby.

Josh’s parenting journey continues to unfold as he gets his first overnight stay with Gemma, but not before experiencing some kind of parental rite of passage and being squirted in the face with breast milk. I know there is a lot of mistrust of Clare out there in the internet but I will keep saying this week after week, I am so enjoying seeing Josh and Clare navigating this modern-day parenting arrangement together. I appreciate Josh’s desire to be there for both Clare and Gemma in any way he can and I appreciate that Clare appears to be open and wanting the same. I am not the biggest fan of baby storylines in general but I tell you what, to see Lauren pacing up and down cradling this little person, I am 100% pro-baby. This is one of my favourite moments of the whole episode and just when I thought there couldn’t possibly be any more layers to Lauren Heller, I get the up-all-night-with-crying-baby Lauren and I simply cannot: ‘I have been up all night with a crying baby. Why? I don’t know, because the rest of you either don’t have ears or you don’t have souls’. Early contender for line of the season. Kelsey’s bag-of-hair inducing scream finally wakes Josh and Lauren’s reaction, for him to ‘get it together man, Kelsey doesn’t need this’, epitomises Lauren’s selfless nature (which I just love as it seems so contradictory to her sometimes self-absorbed tendencies). It was not because she was up all night with his child, it was that Kelsey was in the midst of a crisis that Lauren needed Josh to pull it together and it just reinforces yet again what a multi-dimensional, caring character she is. And yes Josh, you are the dad, not the babysitter (kudos for this Alison Brown) so you may need to learn to sleep a little more lightly or something FYI.

Kelsey’s hair stress continues to play out as she runs into Maggie, who was also hoping to make a covert pharmaceutical purchase and the two wander back to Maggie’s for the scene I have been looking forward to since the possibility of such a scene came into play. I am of course talking about dinner at the loft and the integration of Charles into the friend circle. Kelsey’s freak out seems to be hitting fever pitch as she asks Beth for advice but this is soon interrupted by the arrival of Charles and Liza, who come bearing blackout cake (which I googled and holy chocolate pudding it looks AMAZING) in the most adorbs coupley entrance and don’t mind me, just having a quiet gush over here. Ok, I’m done. While Kelsey is over chatting with her old boss, Beth puts her naturopathy into practice by suggesting Maggie take a more natural approach to treating her yeast infection, doing some seasoning of her own to let a clove of garlic work its magic. Between jalapeno dick and garlic vag, this show loves to make us consider our spices in a whole new light.

This entire dinner party scene was next level, I want to frame a picture of it and put it on my wall because yes. We have casual, relaxed Charles, who is the first to ask if there is garlic bread on the menu (I love so much that he was the first to smell it) and seriously, from this moment, the unfolding of the garlic saga was nothing short of amazing. Kelsey was so amped this whole scene, she’s like a tightly wound ball and it was palpable. Her interjections as she commented that it smells like an everything bagel and agreement about the garlic knot and escargot were just brilliant contrasts to her otherwise increasing intensity. I so adored seeing Kelsey and Charles interacting casually and seeing what this would (ahem, could have) look like. But Kelsey asking Liza if she’d told Charles about Brownyn Madigan...I’m sorry, but how could she WHEN SHE CAN’T TALK ABOUT WORK WITH CHARLES? This bit made my head hurt a bit. Surely Liza in that moment must have been thinking the same (also Liza’s moment of identifying a garlic knot, so so good).

What I love most about this scene is that we have Kelsey’s conversation getting more intense by the minute as she jumps from unloading about the stress of work, to Zane and his new venture, before finally climaxing with her ‘who is it?’ declaration, all the while having zero suspicion that Mercury’s investor is sitting right beside her. Side note: I really like Charles’ comment that he’s sure it is business, not personal re: Zane. I think it’s interesting considering the stereotype that women are too emotional vs. men and I’m curious to see how this plays out this season as Kelsey finds her feet. Meanwhile, Charles is trying to have a nice double date with his gf, while also keeping a secret that is the cause of much of the distress Kelsey is sharing with the table, while Liza takes the opportunity to make Charles squirm by pressing the point about the money for Zane’s venture coming from somewhere. It’s such an intricate web and of course parallel to that is Maggie’s secret vagina garlic that has the whole room assuming some kind of paranormal baking is taking place before Maggie responds to Kelsey’s ‘who is it?’ with, ‘it’s me!’ and it was just too much. My reaction was the same as everyone around the table when Maggie announced the source of the garlicky aroma, what a dinner party (and what a way for Charles to avoid any further scrutiny).

I am so glad that the conversation that needed to happen finally did this week and that was, of course, Liza confronting Charles about his involvement in Mercury. Oy, my heart. It broke a little when Liza gave Charles the opportunity to come clean and he didn’t and she had to ask so directly. It was so good to hear these two talking, like properly talking, and Charles explaining that he had to make choices in order to be with Liza but he never wanted to give up publishing for good was great insight into the journey Charles has been on post-Empirical, especially as we really haven’t been privy to that. I felt for both of them at various stages during the conversation. I do believe Liza understands why Charles would want to reinvent himself but I also understand why she would feel so hurt that he would keep such a huge thing from her (although again, they’d agreed not to talk about work at Liza’s request so *insert shrug emoji here*).

But it does highlight an ongoing issue which I really hope gets properly addressed sometime soon and that is where Liza’s loyalties lie. I think it is unquestionably not ok that Charles set up a rival company while Chairman of the Board of Millennial, for obvious reasons. However, had he told Liza, she would have felt compelled to tell Kelsey, which I have no doubt Charles knows and would expect as she is the publisher, so in not telling Liza he is yes protecting his own interests but also stopping her from being in a compromised position. So while Charles’ secrecy is disappointing, so is Liza’s text to Kelsey the following morning asking to meet before work after Charles asked specifically that she tell no one about him financing Mercury just yet.

This episode comes to a head at Suffolk House in a most spectacular fashion. Hilary Duff really did knock this entire ep out of the water with her acting, I cannot heap enough praise on her for the entire performance. You just knew it was gonna be good when Liza turned up as Kelsey was intercepting Bronwyn in an attempt to convince her that Zane was a bitter ex-employee (not very professional IMO but we won’t focus on that for now), only to discover that Bronwyn didn’t know Zane from a wart on her butt (delightful). She was in fact there to meet...dun-dun-dunnnnn...Charles (shout-out to the three piece suit, always a welcome sight, did not disappoint)! Kelsey was justifiably angry, however the stark contrast in experience and maturity was well and truly on show as she proceeded to express herself very loudly and publicly, despite Charles and Zane suggesting they step outside. Zane clocked the smart phone filming the entire incident and you just knew that Kelsey’s outburst was going to come back to bite her.

Regardless of whether Kelsey was in the right or wrong, she certainly came off worse in the way she handled it. My favourite part of the scene was Liza FINALLY re-awakening that gutsy silver suit wearing power, her turning and telling Bronwyn that Charles called her books matron lit was this season’s manuscript drop. And thank f-ing god. One of the things I’ve always loved about the Liza/ Charles dynamic is that Liza stands up for herself with him when she doesn’t with so many others and she is not afraid to call him out, which has been missing these past couple of eps. So now that that has been restored, I am legit so excited to see how this relationship moves forward.

The ramifications of the restaurant confrontation are of course trending on Reddit by the next morning, and Liza and Diana have the unenviable job of delivering the news that even though Charles was in the wrong for setting up the company the way he did, he has since resigned from the board and a number of authors are making noise about jumping ship to Mercury (I was going to say that I think Kelsey might have preferred it if her eyebrows actually had fallen off in that moment but I feel like that’s probs false).

The fact that Kelsey and Charles are pitted against one another as publishers and Liza and Zane as editors provides the most glorious opportunity to explore the ideas of reputation vs. experience. vs. gender vs. fresh ideas and I am so here for it, so damn excited, and so sure that whatever ends up playing out this season, it will be nothing that I expect. In the meantime I’m going to compile every Diana Trout line from this episode into a ringtone because what workplace wouldn’t want Diana talking about nutcracker’s oesophagus ringing through the open-plan office?

#youngertv #younger tv #ramble #review #6x04 #sutton foster #peter hermann #kelsey peters #diana trout #maggie amato #lauren heller #team charles #younger season 6

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nashucks · 6 years

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ride my thigh

Son Hyunwoo x Chae Hyungwon (Showhyung / Hyungnu) | saw a gif and tweet and had to write this | Thigh Riding | wc: 1.8k

Warnings: thigh riding, language, smut references

Summary: Hyungwon accidentally let it slip to Hyunwoo that he has great thighs, and it’s not Hyunwoo’s fault that he offers Hyungwon a ride.

a/n: i saw a tweet about that gif saying that hyungwon definitely wants to ride shownu’s thighs, and i agree. so here. i wrote this. this is not the gif btw, but if u watched weekly idol then u know that part where shownu hyungwon clings onto shownu? yes that part.

Hyungwon sat on one end of the couch with his legs curled underneath him, wearing some black shorts and a shirt he stole from Hyunwoo’s or Hoseok’s clean laundry since he hadn’t bothered to do his own.

Hyungwon and Hyunwoo were left alone at the dorm – of course, their schedules always meeting in the middle. A reason why they went out together all the time. It’s not their fault that they were always left together. And it’s not like they’re complaining either. It’s nice.

Hyungwon was flicking through the channels, trying to find something that they both hadn’t watched yet, but when Hyunwoo walked in the room after grabbing something to snack on, Hyungwon’s eyes followed his legs. He bit the inside of his bottom lip as he watched Hyunwoo’s grey sweatpants hug the muscle of his thighs as they flexed with each step.

He remembered the small act on Weekly Idol that they had pre-recorded earlier that day and it made him shiver slightly. Seeing how Hyunwoo’s thick thighs were perfect in those sweatpants, and how amazing it felt between his when he held onto Hyunwoo’s muscular arms. Amazing, really.

Hyunwoo reached his side, and held out a cold beer for Hyungwon as their eyes met and smiled, Hyungwon warm at the act of kindness, along with the arousal he felt because of Hyunwoo’s thighs. The older man took a sip of his own beer and brushed his hair out of his face. Hyungwon followed suit, taking a gulp from the can as he turned his gaze back to the TV, staying on the first channel he found that seemed decent.

They were both platonic, but that didn’t mean Hyungwon didn’t have a hard time keeping his eyes off of Hyunwoo whenever he wasn’t looking. He’d never admit it, but Hyungwon was pretty sure he’d caught Hyunwoo looking at him once or twice. He enjoyed the attention he got from the leader, no doubt, and spending all their time together definitely amped the spark up a little.

Hyungwon tried his hardest to keep his eyes on the screen, but they kept drifting back to Hyunwoo’s damned thighs, parted just enough for his beer to rest between them. Hyungwon chewed on his lower lip and tried to stifle the sigh that was forcing its way out of his chest. It had been a while since he’d been with someone and his mind was trying to go somewhere he’d avoided the past three years.

“What’s wrong, Won? Are you even watching TV?” Hyunwoo asked. His eyes hadn’t left the TV and he took another sip as he waited for Hyungwon to answer.

“Nothing. It’s not that funny,” Hyungwon stated, snapping his head towards the TV, hoping he hadn’t noticed his stares.

“Well, it is a melodrama.” Hyunwoo chuckled lowly. Busted.

“It’s not my fault you have nice thighs,” Hyungwon mumbled.

“What?” Hyunwoo was now looking at Hyungwon, his brow knit in confusion but a cocky smile spread across his face.

“You have nice thighs. Making me feel distracted," Hyungwon said, rolling his eyes as he took another sip of his beer.

“That might be the strangest thing you’ve said to me so far,” Hyunwoo laughed, stretching his arm and resting in on the back of the couch behind his head.

Hyungwon fell into a tense silence as the show played on, and the both of them finished their beers in record time. Hyungwon had hoped Hyunwoo had forgotten about the whole ordeal, but his next question confirmed he definitely wouldn’t let him off that easy.

“What is it about them? Is it, like a kink or something?” he asked, spreading his legs a bit further and causing his knee to brush against Hyungwon’s before it rested there.

Hyungwon hesitated for a moment, trying to think of a less forward answer, but he had nothing.

“Have you ever humped someone’s thighs?” Hyungwon blatantly asked. If he was going to do it, then he was going to go all out. Shock flashed across Hyunwoo’s face and a blush quickly followed.

“I- nope, maybe never, but that still doesn’t answer my question.” He replied.

“It’s the friction that’s amazing. You can ride someone’s thigh, and if you can get the right friction, then it feels so fucking good.” Hyungwon stated, his eyes focused on the TV so they wouldn’t wander.

“And you like that?” Hyunwoo asked, his voice quiet and curious.

“Well, yeah. It’s been a while. I haven’t had someone as thick as you though, I felt them between my thighs this morning and I’m not complaining.” Hyungwon laughed.

Hyunwoo didn’t say anything after that, but Hyungwon felt his eyes on him just like Hyunwoo felt Hyungwon’s stares earlier, cutting through the tension and begging him to look at him.

“What?” Hyungwon asked, meeting Hyunwoo’s gaze which was much softer and innocent than Hyungwon had expected.

“Do you want to…” he asked, softly patting his left thigh as an invitation.

“Are you serious?” Hyungwon snorted, trying his damnedest to not entertain the idea even though it was tugging at his core.

“I mean, if you want to. I’ve never had someone do that… I can’t lie and say I’m not interested in seeing how it goes, and if it would help you out…” he shrugged casually, as if he was offering to help wash dishes instead of letting Hyungwon ride his thigh with explicit reasons.

Hyunwoo’s eyes held Hyungwon’s as he considered the offer. After a minute of awkward silence, he finally made Hyungwon’s decision for him.

“Come here,” Hyunwoo whispered as he tugged on Hyungwon’s knee.

Hyungwon pulled his legs from beneath him and stood, nervously making his way to stand in front of Hyunwoo. He settled back into the couch and spread his legs enough for Hyungwon to slide one of his thighs in between them. The younger boy placed his hands on his broad shoulders to stabilize himself as he lowered himself onto the older man’s left thigh.

He flexed his leg beneath Hyungwon, making him bite his lip and tighten his grip onto Hyunwoo’s broad, broad, broaaaad shoulders, and a sly smirk teased Hyunwoo’s lips. Hyungwon punched his shoulder playfully and tossed him a glare and Hyunwoo threw his hands up in mock surrender.

“Okay, Won. Use me however you want.” Hyunwoo coaxed.

Hyungwon moved his hips and his breath caught sharply in his throat as he accidentally rutted his semi-hard cock and brushed his clenched hole against the muscle of Hyunwoo’s thigh, the friction causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot through his core. He repeated the actions, a whispered moan escaping his plump lips as his eyes fluttered shut. Hyungwon found a slow but steady pace, his hands moving to Hyunwoo’s firm, firm chest as he gripped his hyung’s t-shirt.

Hyungwon arched forward, pushing his chest against Hyunwoo’s as he rode his thigh, already feeling his cock hardening and rutting against his clothed cock. His breaths were uneven and Hyungwon moaned softly with every thrust he made.

“Can you touch me, please?” Hyungwon whimpered, craving large hands on his body to push him further.

“Where?” Hyunwoo asked silently, as if worried his voice might interrupt Hyungwon.

“I don’t care hyung, anywhere, just, please,” Hyungwon begged, biting his bottom lip at the last word. Hyunwoo wasn’t familiar with this side of Hyungwon, he’s only heard this side of him during early mornings and whenever he had to act cute for his fans.

“Okay, babe, I’ve got you,” Hyunwoo cooed, furrowing his brows at Hyungwon's desperation.

His left hand slipped beneath Hyungwon’s shirt and rested on his hip to guide his movements, his thumb trailing small and gentle circles on Hyungwon’s hipbone. Hyunwoo cupped the side of Hyungwon’s neck with his right hand, running his thumb along his sharp jawline.

Hyungwon opened his eyes to find Hyunwoo staring right back at him, his bottom lip caught between his large front teeth as he watched Hyungwon’s every move. The fire in his eyes fueled Hyungwon and pushed him further as he picked up his pace a notch, rutting himself harder against Hyunwoo’s thigh. He flexed again and this time Hyungwon didn’t stop himself from letting out a whimpered moan pour past his plump lips.

“Aren’t you beautiful? Riding me like this,” Hyunwoo whispered silently before pulling Hyungwon closer and brushing his lips against Hyungwon’s.

The coil in the younger boy’s stomach tightened as Hyunwoo’s hand slipped off his hip and grabbed his ass instead, pushing him down against his leg as he flexed once again. Hyungwon lurched forward, deepening the kiss while finding the perfect angle to grind himself against Hyunwoo’s thigh. He bounced his leg once, causing Hyungwon to gasp and nearly lose his balance.

Hyunwoo’s chest vibrated with a low chuckle, almost a growl as Hyungwon placed one hand on the other thigh to brace himself and wrapped his arms around Hyunwoo’s broad shoulders. Hyungwon was riding him at an almost violent pace while Hyunwoo left kisses along his neck and whispered encouragements.

Hyungwon moaned his name over and over again, a string of curses as he finally came hard, staining his shorts, silently thanking the heavens he wasn’t wearing any boxers. His body quivered in Hyunwoo’s arms, collapsing against his hyung’s chest.

Hyunwoo rubbed Hyungwon’s back beneath the large shirt, slowly coaxing him back down from his high. Hyungwon had been so lost in the pleasure that he forgot he was using his best friend to find release, but as he relaxed and steadied his breathing, the tense pleasure was immediately replaced with a nervous guilt as he pushed himself back up, away from Hyunwoo.

“I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened.” He whispered, moving his leg to stand, but Hyunwoo stopped him, his arms around his slim waist as he pulled Hyungwon back into his arms, their faces only an inch apart.

“Babe,” he whispered, “Hyungwon,” he whispered again, before kissing Hyungwon gently. “Don’t you dare say sorry. That was the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Best thing I’ve ever done. Just, promise me this won’t be the last time.”

His hands were on Hyungwon’s ribcage as he lifted the skinnier boy up and set him on his lap so Hyungwon was straddling his waist. Hyungwon bit his lip as he felt how hard Hyunwoo was beneath him, and realized that Hyunwoo had enjoyed the show as much as he enjoyed the performance. Hyunwoo felt Hyungwon grinding against him slowly and smoothly, and his pupils blew out and a growl built in his chest once he felt Hyungwon’s cock hardening again.

“It’s yours if you want it, babe,” he whispered, pushing his hips up to meet Hyungwon’s.

“What do you want?” Hyungwon asked, the words coming out barely louder than a breath.

“You. All of you.”

#hyungwon smut #shownu smut #mx smut #showhyung smut #showhyung #hyungnu #chae hyungwon #son hyunwoo #mxnetwork #nashwrites #sn #hw #shownu #hyungwon #scenarios #mx scenarios #mx oneshot #oneshot #thigh riding

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darth-dre · 6 years

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Somnum Exterreri

Warnings: Some angst. Fluff. Mentions of anxiety.

Word Count: 2518

A/N: Requested by Anon <3

What if the Reader is his SO and they’ve been having nightmares so bad that they’ve decided to stop sleeping. At first everything is fine and well, but one day she faints from exhaustion while with him and she has to explain her nightmares and he has to comfort her when she wakes up?

Btw, if the title is literally just latin for nightmare, i thought it sounded cooler like that lol.

Reader

Y/N gripped the silken sheets tightly, her chest heaved as she tried to comprehend what was going on around her, trying to will her eyes to open.

It’s just a dream.

But it wasn’t just a dream, no, this was the same nightmare, over and over, playing in her head like the sound of his voice in agony.

Kylo, she breathed.

He stood in front of her, a blue lightsaber plunged through his heart; and she fell to her knees, watching the blood spurt from his mouth and chest. His hands reached out for her, “Go.”

She couldn’t. Her limbs were frozen from shock and fear, her eyes refusing to blink, trying to process the scene in front of her. The crunching of the snow beneath her boots filled her ears as she tried to run towards him, but no matter how fast she ran, she wasn’t moving.

Kylo’s voice was weak, Go.

Y/N’s eyes finally flew open. She could feel the sweat beading up on her forehead. She quickly wiped it off, breathing fast and hard, her body trembling. Fear coursed through her veins and she turned, she had to turn to make sure he was still there.

She breathed a sigh of relief, closing her eyes in bliss as she watched Kylo’s chest rising and falling in an even pattern beside her. She watched his large, smooth chest; making sure he wouldn’t stop breathing.

It was a state of paranoia she had, whenever she had those nightmares, which was every single night; she stared at him, to make sure he was still alive.

Gently, so as not to wake him, she touched the ends of his ebony hair, both happy that he was here with her, and fearful that he would end up like he did in her nightmares… dead.

She shook the thoughts from her head, you’re being paranoid.

Still, she couldn’t shake the fear that consumed her every night, and she found herself lying awake in bed, staring over at Kylo’s peaceful frame.

“How long will you be gone?” Y/N asked as Kylo got dressed.

“A few days,” he answered, pulling his cloak over his tall body.

She sighed, worried out of her mind. She hadn’t gotten any sleep at all last night as the fear of having the nightmare again was frightening.

“Will you be in danger?”

“I can handle myself,” he said, deflecting the question.

“So, you will be in danger.”

He sighed, “That’s usually a given when I go on these missions, Y/N.”

She nodded, looking down at her feet. She felt his hands on her face, his eyebrows furrowed, “I’ll be fine, sweetheart.”

Y/N inhaled deeply, thinking about the nightmares she had. She shook them from her mind, trusting in his skills and in him. He pulled her in for a tight hug, and she took in his scent.

“Kylo Ren,” a knock came from the door, General Hux.

“I’m on my way,” he answered.

Kylo looked deep into Y/N’s eyes, and planted a deep kiss on her lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Y/N replied, trying not to let her worry seep through. She watched as his cloak flowed behind him, and the cool way with which he walked.

He sneaked one last look at Y/N, smirking slightly and she lazily waved at him.

Y/N sat on the couch in Kylo’s quarters, immersed in a book. She could feel the tendrils of sleep beckoning her to close her eyes, but she refused, frightened that the nightmare would return again. She sighed, rubbing her eyes. She tried to focus her attention back on the book she was reading, but she felt… off…

... Kylo slowly and carefully walked in the snowy forest; his figure and the darkness of his clothing stood out against the white of the snow.

His breathing was heavy, and he searched, his eyes scanning the fallen trees, and the seemingly empty forest. But it wasn’t empty. He knew it… she knew it.

She watched him from a distance. His hair was blowing behind him as a cold wind blew. He looked so… beautiful. She gasped when she saw him light his familiar red lightsaber, he stalked further into the forest, and she followed, calling to him.

But, he couldn’t hear her, and all she saw was another lightsaber appear as it struck him across his chest. Y/N screamed, her throat raw from the sound and the cold. She ran towards him, but again, like last time, no matter how fast she ran she wasn’t fucking moving.

Kylo turned, his dark eyes falling on Y/N. She reached out to him and he reached out to her, and then, the blue lightsaber plunged through his chest, and again, blood spewed out of his mouth and chest, dripping onto the cold snow. The red of it was bright against the whiteness of the snow.

Kylo, she called out to him, feeling tears run down her face.

His bloody lips formed one word, Go.

Y/N awoke with a jolt. Her breathing was labored and she was shivering violently. She sobbed quietly, wiping the tears from her eyes, terrified at the nightmare she had. Normally, she might have been able to deal with them, only Kylo wasn’t here. She had no assurances that he was fine or that he was even alive.

She was beyond worried now, paralyzed with fear at the fact that she wouldn’t know if he was fine. She was scared that the nightmares she was having were warnings; something warning her that she was going to lose him.

Y/N stalked out of Kylo’s chambers and headed to the bridge, where she would find General Hux. Once she arrived, his head tilted in amusement, “Y/N, what brings you all the way to the bridge?”

“Where is Kylo?”

“He’s on a mission,” Hux replied, as it couldn’t be more obvious.

“Have you received any word from him?”

Hux exhaled, the exasperation clear in his voice when he answered, “He only left 12 hours ago, Y/N.”

“And you’re not worried that he hasn’t sent word?!”

The whole bridge went silent at her raised voice, Hux sighed, “Careful, Y/N, Kylo can only protect you for so long.”

“Are you threatening me, you little shit?”

Hux shut his eyes, composing himself, “My apologies, Y/N; but as you’re well aware, when Kylo Ren leaves on a very important mission, he won’t come into contact until he’s returning or needs backup.”

He put his hand up as she was about to object, “I assure you, Y/N, no news is good news.”

Hux turned, signifying that the conversation was over. Y/N stalked out of the bridge and took the long walk back to Kylo’s chambers. But, as soon as she entered the room, she felt the fear rise in her again. Hux’s assurances didn’t mean shit to her, if he had his way, Kylo would have been blown out of the sky as soon as he departed.

Y/N paced, trying to calm her thoughts. But, nothing would work unless she saw Kylo here, in front of her.

Kylo

Kylo made his way towards the medical bay, wishing he could head to his chambers to be with Y/N instead. He had been gone a lot longer than he had anticipated, about 5 days. He wished he would have been able to send word to Y/N, but alas, the communication networks on the planet he was on were faulty. The wounds he sustained weren’t terrible, but they still needed tending to.

He sat and allowed the medical drones to do their business, closing his eyes and wishing he was in bed with Y/N right now.

Just a few more moments.

Once the drones were done, he walked as quickly as he could to his chambers; trying to contain his excitement at seeing his sweet, beautiful Y/N again.

5 days was way too long to be without her.

He pressed his code on the pad and the doors to his room slid open. Slowly, he walked in and searched for Y/N, but she was nowhere to be found.

Where could she be?

“Phasma,” he called through a comm, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Two of my troops reported seeing her in the engineering room last,” Phasma’s voice answered.

Kylo furrowed his brows, what would she be doing in the engineering room?

He made his way towards the lower levels of the large ship, feeling his exhaustion slowly creep up on him. He exited the elevators and stalked towards the room, the people around him eyeing him in fear, thinking that he was going to throw a fit.

Kylo opened the door to the engineering room and saw Y/N speaking to the chief engineer, “And what is that part for?”

The chief engineer looked like he was about to lose his mind, and he rubbed his temples.

“Y/N?”

The Chief Engineer immediately stood at attention and Kylo nodded to him, Y/N turned and smiled widely.

“Kylo! You’re back! I was just talking to—” she turned to the Chief Engineer, “I’m so sorry I forgot your name.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he answered.

“What are you doing, Y/N?”

Kylo looked around the room, as you answered, “Oh, I just had some spare time and wanted to see what made a ship of this magnitude work.”

Kylo pursed his lips, suppressing a smile, “That’s… nice?”

He held out his hand and Y/N took it, pressing a kiss on his lips, “I’ve missed you so much!”

Kylo smiled, but upon taking a closer look at her, he grew worried. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she had dark circles. Her fingers trembled, her skin held a concerning tint of grey. He had to get her back to his chambers, “Come, Y/N.”

He led her out of the room and she followed, dragging her legs behind her. Kylo was beginning to get concerned as he observed her; her breathing started to get shallow, her eyes started drooping. He knew what was happening before she did, and he caught her before she collapsed on the hard floor.

“Send a medical drone to my chambers,” he commanded a trooper that guarded the elevator.

His worry was growing with every step he took; why did she faint? Is she sick?

The medical drone arrived at the same time he did. With Y/N still in his arms, he punched in the code to his room. He gently laid Y/N on the soft bed, as the medical drone observed her.

The drone chirped, and Kylo did his best to understand what the blasted thing was saying, he managed to pick up a few key words and was able to make his assumptions from there. He nodded to the drone and motioned for it to leave.

Y/N’s eyes suddenly flew open, “Kylo?”

He looked down at her, the concern obvious on his face. She sat up on the bed, rubbing her eyes, “What happened?”

“You fainted.”

“I fainted?”

“From exhaustion,” he answered, he sat down on the bed next to her, his hand gently massaging hers. His eyes searched hers, waiting for an explanation.

To his shock, she looked down at their hands, and tears came out of her eyes, “I haven’t been sleeping well.”

“Is it because I was gone longer than I said I’d be?”

“Kind of,” she answered, wiping her tears. Kylo removed his gloves and reached out for her, lifting her chin up to look at him.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N.”

She nodded, “I—I’ve been having these dream—nightmares. They scare me terribly that sometimes it’s hard to breathe; and usually I can deal with them if you’re here, I wake up and see you sleeping next to me—but when you’re not, I start to think something happened to you or…”

She trailed off. Kylo understood. He wanted to ask her what these nightmares were about and how he could help, but he sensed she didn’t want to talk about it, so instead, he pulled her into him, kissing her forehead, “I’m here now, sweetheart. You need to rest.”

“I’m scared of the nightmares,” she cried, softly.

“I’ll be here,” he assured her, his hands on her cheeks and his eyes locked on hers, “I promise.”

Kylo skimmed through the book on the couch; a text on the various species in the galaxy. He was fascinated to read about porgs, he chuckled, knowing that Y/N would love one. He reached for the glass on his left, sipping on some water when he heard her breathing start to intensify.

Kylo tossed the book on the couch, making his way towards her and setting the glass of water on the metal nightstand. As he observed her up close, he saw tiny beads of sweat start to gather along her hairline, her hands grabbed the sheets tightly in her fists, her knuckles getting white. She whimpered, “Kylo.”

“I’m here, sweetheart,” he whispered, gently rubbing her shoulders, “It’s just a nightmare, Y/N. It’s just a nightmare.”

Her eyes flew open and she quickly sat up, her breath coming out in gasps. Kylo quickly reached for the glass of water, “Here.”

With trembling hands, she took the water and gulped it down, her hand on her chest. She handed him the water and he placed it back on the stand. He climbed into bed, shimmying himself behind her. He pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her and softly planting kisses on top of her head.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” she whispered, “I don’t think I’ll be able to go back to sleep, though.”

He continued to plant kisses on her head, and he tightly squeezed her, “What are they about?”

She hesitated, “They’re about you.”

“Me?”

Y/N nodded, and Kylo gently pressed, “What about me?”

He felt her body go rigid, but she started, “They’re always about you—you die in front of me. There’s always blood, a blue lightsaber plunging into you. I reach out for you and I can never reach you. You always say one word to me: go.”

Kylo stayed quiet for a few moments, trying to process what she said. She was terrified for him; ever since he got the scar on his face in the snowy forest. He should have known, that’s why she tossed and turned every night, “You’re scared of losing me.”

“I am,” she answered, burrowing into his arms. “It scares me whenever you leave and I don’t hear from you; I’m scared you’re dead and that my nightmare came true. I’m scared that with all this going on that someone is going to take you from me.”

Kylo then turned her to face him, he held her tear stained face in his hands, his forehead pressed against hers, and he planted kisses all along her face, until he finally reached her lips. He pulled her back, so she could lay her head on his chest as he stroked her hair.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Y/N,” he said as she planted another kiss on top of her head, “I’ll always come back to you.”

Can you imagine him whispering that into your ear with his beautiful voice? :o

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thatsrightmytrash · 7 years

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Mine

Anonymous asked: Bad boy au / Jimin + 22 Love your writing btw!

;pairing — Jimin x reader

;warnings — smut (I couldn’t contain myself)

;word count — 3k

;Prompt — “You can’t just say that and then disappear!”

A/N: I’m sorry if this wasn’t what you imagined anon, It’s hard for me to picture Jimin as a bad boy, I think he was more just like a fuckboy here, anyways I hope you like it :) Also, the ending is cheesy af I know!! lol

Before starting your freshman year of college you had one thing clear in your head; no fuckboys. You were gonna study, pass your exams, make new friends, and live an easy and relaxed student life, well as relaxed as being an architecture major at college could be.

You didn’t want to be one of those persons who start college and the only thing they do is go to parties, get high and fuck every guy they see, because you were here to mainly study and get your diploma and you knew that getting involved with guys would mean losing track of your original plan of living a calm student experience.

But you would see that exact plan be thrown down in the form of a sturdy, cocky, obnoxious but beautiful fuckboy.

You met said dance major at the third party you attended to – yes, one of those parties you said you weren’t going to participate in. Your new roommate and friend Yerin would call herself a socialite, a more fancy way of saying that she liked guys sticking their tongues down her throat in dark corners of packed frat houses.

She would drag you down telling you that it wouldn’t be a complete student experience if the only thing you were going to do was spend your time at the dorms watching Netflix and getting fat, her words, not yours.

So you accepted, a party never kill nobody, right? The first two parties were pretty chill, nothing you haven’t seen before at high school, but how wrong you had been at thinking that this one was going to be more of the same.

The Kappa Sigma house was huge, and entering the place was a sight that had you on the edge of running back to the comfort of your dorm and your bed, Yerin acted quickly on giving you some buzz to calm your nerves and it worked.

Most of the night was spent drinking and dancing with Yerin, occasionally making small chat with some random dude but what you knew next was that you were pinned against a wall making out with a guy you didn’t know, you let loose, had his mouth on you for a while, and it was all fun and games until you found yourself waking up beside him, a pounding in your head and your heart doing a slip at the revelation of seeing his face, you knew right then and there that you were completely and utterly fucked because you knew something was for sure; Park Jimin wasn’t someone you could fuck and forget the next day.

The thing that surprised you was that after that night you thought you were never going to see his face again, because c’mon… you knew how men like Park Jimin functioned, he was a major player, the true definition of one, fucking a different girl every night, making them believe that he cared for them only to use them and move on to the next one. And you knew for sure that morning you woke up next to him that you were going to be one more girl on his list of fucks.

But you weren’t, well… somehow, what started as nothing but a drunk one night stand turned into something regular, you don’t know how or when it happened, but you found yourself in his sheets more often than not, and in the way you began to discover a side of him you thought you were never going to be able to see.

Yes, you were fuck buddies with Park fucking Jimin, and you knew that was gonna end in only one possible way; you falling for him.

“Hey babe, horror and nachos today?” the blonde haired men asked you through the phone, you knew more than to let the pet name get to you, but even when you tried not to, it would make a pool of heat travel down to the pitch of your stomach.

“Yes, but not the-“

“The spicy ones, I know, you hate them.” He interrupted you, how did he know that? You didn’t have a clue, this was the first time he offered taking nachos.

“See you in a few.” With that you locked the device and throw yourself on his couch, It had been almost 7 months since you started doing this with Jimin, and it was turning more domestic, being friends with him meant that you didn’t see each other only to fuck, even when it did happen often also meeting with him to just talk or watch a movie was something that was becoming a common occurrence, and you didn’t know if you wanted it or not because it would mean falling for him harder than you had already fallen.

You would try to lie to yourself and to Jimin, but you already were head over heels for him, how could you not when he was sweet, intelligent, funny and he seemed to truly care for you, words of a monogamous relationship between the both of you had gone unspoken, when you started fucking with him almost every week you knew that you weren’t going to be more than that to him, someone he could be friends with and fuck in the meantime.

He would tell about the girls he fucked, laughing about some girl that didn’t know how to properly do a blowjob or some other girl that cried when he told her that he was gay, just so she would stop texting him, and college was like high school in the sense of news travelling fast, when you didn’t go out he would found someone else to fuck, and the next morning you would wake up knowing exactly which girl he had fucked this time.

You wondered if he told things about you to other girls or to his friends, if you were just like them in the end.

It hurt you, it hurt you because he was more than that to you, seven months could mean so little to most people, but for you they meant a lot when in every one of them Jimin had been by your side, that time you failed one of your most important exams, the night you received a call from your parents telling you that your dog- the one you got when you were only 5 had passed away, the uncountable times you were upset about something or just stressing over college. He was there, always.

But you let the feelings go to the back of your mind and you bottled everything up, you were a friend to him, yeah… a friend he could fuck but nothing more.

You waited for him at his place, he had had to go to one if his practices earlier in the day and he insisted on you staying, alleging that after all you would have to go back to his for movie night, and it was easier to wait for an hour or so for him to get back.

You heard the door being opened and you turned your head to its direction to find Jimin in all his glory; damped hair, loose shirt, and some black sports shorts that didn’t help you at containing your urge to gawk at him.

“Like what you see?” he smirked.

“Did you take a shower after practice? Good, because I didn’t want to smell your sweat”. You retorted rolling your eyes.

He only chuckled at your comment and rushed to enter the place, but at last minute he said “That’s not what you say when we are sweating in my bed”.

The movie was beyond boring and it ended with the two of you making out, you on top of his lap, moving in circles, feeling his cock getting harder.

“Fuck babe, don’t tease me” he moaned before biting your neck, making your pussy throbbing in need for him.

Like he knew exactly what was going through your mind he moved his hand from your right breast to the waistband of your pants, opening the button, and letting his fingers play for a second before going down to where you needed them to be.

“Ah, Jimin!” You let out a loud groan when he started rubbing your clit in circular motions.

“You like that huh? You want more?” You nodded eagerly biting your lips in pleasure. He smirked and added “You have to talk, tell me what you want.”

“Fuck Jimin, I- I want you” You stammered. “I want you I-inside of me.” You tossed your head back in pleasure and Jimin only accelerated the pace of his fingers, inserting one inside of your already wet core.

“You are already so wet and tight for me.” He growled, adding another finger, making you gasp and hold to his shoulders.

“I can only imagine what it feels like to have my cock inside of you.” You lowered one of your hands and palmed him through the fabric of his shorts.

He was rock solid and you could only drool at the feeling, you lowered his pants and let his erection spring free, the tip covered in pre cum.

You lip your bit and started rubbing it between your fingers, making Jimin moan out loud, getting his fingers out of you, you stopped too and whined at the loss “Why did you stop?”.

He bucked his hips into you, telling you what he wanted. Your pants doing little to help you contain the feeling. “Get your clothes off” he commanded.

Standing up from him you hastened to take your clothes off, throwing your pants along your panties in one motion, and positioning yourself once again on his lap, helping him pulling his shirt over his head.

Feeling his cock rubbing at your entry, he cupped your face with both hands and kissed you, biting down on your lip, sucking it into his mouth, and before you could say something he shoved his cock inside of you making you gasp at the sudden entrance.

You were already so wet that it didn’t take long for you to get use to the stretch, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he started moving, he tossed his head back, his neck in exposure for you to kiss him in his sensitive spot near his ear, making him groan in pleasure.

“Babe, you are so wet, fu-fuck so tight” you moaned as you listened to his words, sinking yourself into him.

The sight was something you could never get used to, each time it was like seeing something you had never seen before, his abs and hips moving while he pumped deeper into you, grabbing you from the waist to sink you as deep as he could, hitting your g-spot.

“Fuck, fuck right the- ah!” all that left your lips were grunts with every thrust of his hips, sound of skin hitting skin resounded through the place, making you cry as you came all over his cock, clenching your walls as your orgasm travelled through your body.

“Come for me Jimin, I want you to fill me up” you whined at the overstimulation, he let a series of moans and grunts out of his mouth, like a melody to your ears, it didn’t matter that you were sensitive after coming, you still moaned at the sensation.

“Fuck y/n!” You clenched your walls once more and he released inside of your throbbing pussy, filling you up with his cum, he thrusted inside of you a few more times before slipping out, his seed coming out of you, a couple of thick white drops landing on his cock.

You got up from his lap and lay down on the couch besides him, both of you exhausted from the activity, he lethargy stood up, put his shorts on and then grabbed a wet towel and positioned himself between your legs to clean his drying cum of your entrance.

While he went to put the towel into the laundry basket, you dressed up, after watching a movie, making out and having sex it was time to go home. Usually Jimin told you to stay the night at his place but you thought that it was better not to, spending the nights tangled in his arms, his warm chest against your back… it was something you would die for, but not like this, not when he felt nothing for you more than a friendship.

“Hey are you going home?” He asked, furrowing his brows as he watched you grab your things.

“Um, yeah, I need to wake up early tomorrow” you lied.

“Why don’t you stay here? My place is near to college and I don’t want you going alone to your door at this hour of the night”. He paused for a moment and added “I can make you breakfast tomorrow morning” He smiled and his eyes turned into half-moons.

You doubted, his proposition was beyond tempting but before you could answer his phone buzzed “Oh, can you give me my phone? It must one of the guys”.

You grabbed the phone from the coffee table and took a look to the screen, it was not one of the guys

-Sana: When are you free to repeat what we did last time?

Your face turned serious in an instant and you were not going to stay to watch what else she had to say, fuck you didn’t even want to know what she meant with “last time”.

“Yeah, you know what? I better go home” you snapped and Jimin looked at you confused at your sudden reaction, you sharply handed him the phone, and you saw how his face contracted in panic.

You should have been more precautious, shouldn’t have gotten so close to him, you knew he fucked other girls but you tried to not think about it, after all you were nothing serious to him, you weren’t exclusive, you couldn’t complain.

“Listen, I- I know how this looks like-“

“No, you don’t have to explain me anything, you are not my boyfriend.” You grunted, you didn’t want him to make excuses, you just wanted to leave or you will end up making a mistake.

You turned around to leave but Jimin foresaw your movement and grabbed your wrist before you could take one more step. “Don’t go like this, let’s just talk.”

You turned around, releasing your wrist from his hands like it was fire melting your skin. “There is nothing to talk Jimin!” you shouted.

“I know I’m nothing more than a fuckbuddy to you, I know this past 7 months didn’t meant anything to you!” you quavered for a moment “and- and that I will never be able to call you mine and only mine because you don’t feel for me… like I feel for you” the moment that the words slipped from your lips you knew you had fucked up, the thing you had tried to hide from you and him not being a secret anymore.

You felt like a weight had been lifted up from your shoulders, at this point you didn’t care if he knew the truth because sooner or later he will have known and you would have had to go, better now than later when you would be even more whipped for him, right?

Jimin stayed silent and that was all you needed to rush out of his place and never turn back.

A week had gone by and you were starting to assume that your short “relationship” with Jimin was over, you weren’t gonna lie, you felt like shit, he wasn’t just a random guy, he was Jimin, all the good times you spent together were going to never happen again, but you had never been someone to wallow on self-pity, you knew what you had gotten into when you started fucking regularly, fuck you knew it the morning after you had fucked for the first time.

It meant at least that the weeks- months of pretending to be okay with him and your relationship, the other girls and everything, things that actually stressed you out and drove you crazy at times were done.

You stayed at your dorm, avoided visiting places where you two would use to go, you still had to attend classes, but since he was a dancing major his classes were on the other side of campus, you knew that you couldn’t avoid him for much more time but for the time being you preferred to stay this way.

You had even blocked his number, not because you thought he was gonna text you, you did it in self-preservation because you knew you would text him to apologize and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself even more.

You were about to leave you dorm to buy ice cream when then someone knocked at your door, you opened without looking through the peephole in consequence you didn’t know that Jimin was the one at the other side of your door, he had eye bags, his head was hanging low and looked overall fucked up, like he was hangover.

“Can I come in?” He whispered looking at you with an expression you couldn’t pin point.

You didn’t want to, he had nothing to say and you didn’t want to hurt anymore, you wouldn’t be able to bear being rejected by him once more.

But you let him in, his eyes were begging you and you couldn’t resist.

“Thank you for letting me in”.

“Ji-Jimin why are you here, I don’t want to-“ He took a step closer and gently put his finger on your lips.

“Sh, let me talk please.” He took his finger away of your lips and looked to the floor. “You didn’t let me explain last time.” You were about to tell him that there was nothing he needed to explain but he spoke first again.

“You can’t just say that and then disappear!” You frowned in confusion, what was he talking about?

“You can’t tell me that you feel… that you feel something more for me and then leave, block my number and never appear again.” He sighed and continued “I went to the coffee shop you spend your Saturdays at, that bench on the park that you like to sit on on sunny days to read a book, I came here a few times but you were never home, and I didn’t know what else to do…”

You were startled, not even once you went with him to the coffee shop or the bench at the park, you had told him about him once or twice but you didn’t think he would remember something so mundane.

“I know that what you saw looks terrible but believe me that I’m not fucking that girl, or anyone besides you, not since months ago… I stopped fucking around with other girls a month after meeting you, that text you saw… the last time she was referring to has been a long ago, way before I met you, sometimes girls text me things like that, I’m not gonna lie, but I don’t answer them, I don’t need to when I have you….”

You were beyond speechless not quite understanding what all meant. “I- I don’t understand.” You stammered.

Jimin sighed and took a step closer to you, this time his hands were cupping your face, and he was looking you straight in the eyes. “I’m guess that what I’m trying to say is that I like you… and that I want to be with you, I know I’m hard to trust, a fuckboy you would say but that changed the morning I woke up next to you for the first time.”

You studied his face, you could tell that he was being serious, but was he someone you could trust? After all… you had so many doubts.

Jimin saw right through you and hastened to speak again. “Give me a chance to do things right, I will never hurt you, I will take care of you, I want to be the best man I can be for you and only you…” you closed your eyes and let him peck your lips once, twice, three times before you whispered “ Mine and only mine?”

And with a real kiss this time he sealed the deal “Yes, yours and only yours.”

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shintorikhazumi · 7 years

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Heart Trouble: Chapter 2

A/N: Delayed.

Please sue me if you’d like… I am soooooo sorry. I know, I’m a horrible person.

But first, do join me in screaming…

FINALLY!!!!!

Khazumi pulled herself together!!!

Not that I meant to be messed up and all, but my past month was just.. ugh… but anywhooooo… on to the story!

Btw, thanks for nearly 500 follows! (T-T) Maybe this should have been a 500-follower fic… Thank you all so much for the support and patience!!! I’m so happy to have such nice people as you be part of my experience as a writer! You all are my inspiration!

Also, some facts might be wrong xD I did my research randomly and some discoveries late xD. Sooooo… forgive those.

So… I chose this end out of 4. I’ll post the alternate ones in one go maybe. Or maybe not. The alternate ones are either happier or sadder so let’s see how that goes… but for now, I chose the first thing, the original thought I had in mind, which is this.

I REALLY want to make you guys cry… Is that bad? I don’t think I’d be successful tho… : (

But I think I did badly on this… it seems too strewn about and confusing… sorry if it’s not good… my bad…

@hermaeu5mora @r-lon @melphis-amekia @tortaki @laulink @utsuho @silverteresa @emutant @fatedestiny @croissantrose71 @mrs-kagari since I think you guys need to see this first after waiting on me so long!

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

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“You can’t love me.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t care.”

Lie.

She cared too much. But there was a fact they both had to consider. One she realized, and one Akko was about to know.

“I just wanted to tell you, you know. It’s not like I expect something back. I just didn’t want to have regrets when I left.”

“That’s exactly why.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You can’t tell me you love me and leave me behind.” Diana looked into her eyes, silently admitting to herself that there was a possibility to her returning these feeling, her gaze intense, compelling, yet kind. “I don’t want to love you back if you’re already dead. So you can’t tell me that if you’re not going to live for me.”

“Diana… I’m sorry.”

Words once known as positive were now negatively viewed.

The sound was deafening. A noisy silence shattered by a single tone. That monochromatic beep.

She was pushing… pushing hard, giving enough pressure, working relentlessly to recover this fleeting life. The life that was literally right at her fingertips.

The tears that trailed down her face, falling in salty drops onto those white hospital robes donned by the person below her, slowly increased, blurring her vision, raising the difficulty on her task.

“Damn you, you promised!” Diana cried, pushing harder, lending a breath, lips barely brushing, before pushing again, pushing.

Pushing, pushing, pushing. Breathe into her lungs. Pushing, pushing, pushing. Breathe into her lungs. Pushing, pushing, pushing. Breathe into her lungs.

You promised me!

It was an endless cycle, repetitively necessary, again and again until Diana’s body was tuned to doing it in autopilot, the moments slowing down before her as she saw every single thing.

“Akko!”

Every. Single. Thing.

“Doctor Cavendish?!”

The red line on the monitor, the paling skin of a woman she had grown quite fond of. The gasps and disbelieving faces of the nurses. The frantic nature of the room. Her own sweat raining down on her patient, the puffy breathes she released.

“You promised so please… FIGHT!” She could even hear her own desperation in her weakening voice.

Push. Push more. Push!

“I believe in your believing heart.”

The heart she was pushing, guiding along back into life, assisting in pumping, trying to restart. The heart that was so selfless, so pure, so loving. She trusted it. She believed in it.

“Now Fight!” She begged, prayed, cried, commanded, instructed.

Fight!

…

Nothing.

There was nothing.

And after Diana had tried so much, cried so much-

… nothing.

“Ah…kko.”

Her voice was raspy. It was hoarse. It had not sounded that way in years, yet here it was, BROKEN and SORROWFUL. Wobbly, weak, crying.

Because of nothing.

Because there was nothing.

And there was just…

Nothing.

She cried. She cried so much.

She did not want to give up, but it was almost as if she had no choice she had been pushing, trying for so long, and now was reduced to a crying mess on a nurse’s shoulder.

Her tears were insurmountable, uncountable, heavy and pained. They were bad, bad tears. Mad, sad, bad tears.

Her heart was flooded by the emotion causing her raining tears.

And All was silent as they bowed down for a while in sadness…

There was a solemnity absent from the few fighting, warring, waning moments before. It was the quiet opposite of the rampaging torrent of emotions and desperation from earlier.

The quiet sobs replacing the once loud wails.

There was nothing but silence and tranquility for Diana. An excruciating peace.

She wanted the sound to come back to her, to fill her… but she was still in mourning. She wanted the quiet respect that Akko would have deserved. Should deserve, but also… shouldn’t if it meant she’d live.

It was so quiet.

Everyone, everything was.

-before one sound alerted them back.

Diana’s tears dried, evaporated into thin air as she pulled away from the older nurse’s comforting embrace as she tripped over her feet just to reach that bed, that cushioned place where her dearest charge was laying.

She rubbed her eyes, tried to check her ears, pinched herself just to ensure that she was not dreaming.

The monitor had started up again, although slowly but getting steadier, faster to a normal pace, minute by minute.

Diana’s eyes widened, as she hurriedly looked back to the once paper-white looking face to see the slightest change in the earlier, deathly pale complexion of her patient.

It may have been very subtle.

A lighter pink dusting those slightly tanned cheeks. The stabling rise and fall of that strong chest. And one thing that brought the smallest sad, yet happy tears to her eyes-

Akko remained unconscious, asleep, but a small smile played on her lips.

It was enough for Diana to tip up her own, relief washing all over the entirety of her being.

“Akko…”

She was alive.

She was LIVING.

If only for Diana’s sake and her own.

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Stroking brunette tussles had become a hypnotizing habit for the good doctor, seated in the chair, leaning her weight on the bed as the sunset provided that beautiful touch on this already glowing girl’s resting frame.

Diana found it hard not to watch Akko, every part of the girl. From the rising and falling of her chest, to the little movement of her nostrils, the twitches of her eyes, brows, fingers, lips.

She was far too paranoid, too afraid to look away.

Because what if-

What if Akko stayed resting? What if she no longer awoke?

When the attack happened, Diana felt that time had run far too slow for her liking. It was the longest set of minutes, moments in her entire lifetime, and knowing that if Akko stayed out for a time exceeding the limit, chances would be slim.

Of course, the nurses had told Diana it had occurred for barely three minutes, but still… there could have been casualties, risks if it had taken just a bit longer than that.

She wouldn’t take a chance again.

Yes, the operation would be done first thing in the morning, no more waiting.

It was time to make a decision herself, Diana knew. A very painful one.

Slipping her fingers between Akko’s she lay her head on the side, trying her best to get what little bits of sleep she could to be able to endure tomorrow.

This would not be an operation she would fail.

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The steady tick of the clock harmonized with the beat of an organ against the patient’s chest, ever rushing as if it needed to beat the timer in this race of sound, and suddenly, Akko felt discomfort. A heavy burden on her chest, flashes of worrying memories strewn all about her head as her body made her remember the pain, the gasping, the desperateness, the need of air- of life.

If she were to call for help, her only ability to do so was to make any semblance of sound through the hurt in pure hopes of someone hearing her. The pain was worsening and it was far too much as Akko couldn’t even open her eyes anymore, listen or even feel a sign of a different presence as her hearing was overwhelmed by the wild drumming of her heart, as her senses were overridden with agony.

“DI… na… some- one…he…lp.”

Chest tight, lungs compressed, she was as a fish out of water, needing relief.

The brunette had started crying, emotions and physical state hurting to an anguishing point. Her body was paralyzed in both fear and excruciating pain as her heart hammered in her body, spreading all the horrible things throughout.

“H-…lp!” Her voice came out a whimper, a groan, and tears kept falling from her eyes as she felt she might just lose consciousness.

-But then a sudden soothing effect overcame every bad thing in that one moment.

“Shhhh... sshh. “ A voice cooed, Akko’s hair being finger-combed back, sweaty bangs brushed to the side as she felt a hand rub her chest in circles, trying to take away all the pain. “You’ll be alright. You’ll be just fine. I’m here.” She felt warm lips touch her burning forehead, cold sweat on her body.

Once she found herself to be calm enough Akko desperately willed her eyes to open, finding them far too heavy.

“Di… a…na?” She grimaced at the sound of her own voice; rough, coarse horrible, in pain. And she had yet to cease her waterworks. She wanted to cry some more, fully realizing how pathetic, weak and sorry she was, and her hands shook as they searched for a place to hold, to seek warmth and comfort from.

Finding purchase on the clothes on Diana’s back, they clung, just as tightly as Akko was to her own life. “Di…a…naaaa…” She sobbed, wailed. She cried, finally fearing for the first time in her sickly life, the claws of death. “I don’t- I don’t wanna, not after you… help… please.”

And again her heart was beginning to start that blisteringly deadly pace.

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Diana panicked.

“Shh…. Akko, dear. Please stop crying. Please-!”

“I can’t! I can….t… Dia-“ Akko was beginning to choke on her tears, heart causing her throat to tighten. “Di-“

“Please, Akko! Please stop crying. Calm down. I need you to calm down enough for me to help you with your medicine.”

“I-“

The doctor searched for any method; she wanted to help Akko. She needed to use words she knew would affect Akko deeply enough to overrule her fear.

“I beg you to trust me.”

And the sobs hushed, quieted in but a second, Akko’s tears died down, and her breathing became more free, more relaxed and well-paced just as her heart followed.

“I do.”

It seemed the simple thought of trusting her life into Diana’s hands was enough of a reassurance, a comfort, a wall of protection for them both. And this was not a one-sided deal. Akko needed to trust in Diana as much as Diana needed that trust. They would work as one.

“Thank you Akko.”

Doctor Cavendish gave her a small peck on the head before she readied herself to get up just to fetch her patient’s medicine on the nearby bedside table. She was surprised, and not at the same time, as she felt resistance, something holding her back.

“Akko?” The shaky, cold hands of a tiny fearful soul clung to her desperately, unwilling to let go. Eyes wide and tears being held back, the physician swore she could hear the tiniest of whimpers come from the smaller girl as her grip remained firm, eyes locked to crystal blues. It compelled the doctor.

So Diana sat back down.

“What is it, Akko?” She questioned, wiping off the cooling sweat on the girl’s face, as well as those drying tears, smoothing out her hair and gently caressing her cheek. “Do you need something? I just need to get your medicine and I’ll be right with you.” She spoke, this time, seeking permission from the shaken brunette.

“Diana… please.” The girl began, lips quivering, somehow struggling to form a sentence. Diana began to fear whatever words would exit the girl’s mouth if this was how she was asking. Yet, she needed to know what was ailing, plaguing, Akko’s mind and heavy heart.

“Akko?” Her concern-laced voice alone was enough to break Akko down as her cries had started once more.

“I’m scared.”

There was a loud boom, a sudden flash that overrode their silence.

“I don’t wanna die anymore.” She sobbed, hands travelling to clutch at Diana’s front robes. Diana felt a crack in the air, and it was suddenly impossibly cold. Rain pelted softly against their room’s window. “I want to live with you.” In more ways than one, Akko meant. “Diana, please.” Her sobs turned to wails, to sniffles, dying down into silent tears. “Diana… Please… Help…”

“-I love you.”

Her throat ran dry as words failed to form, voice weakening as she stared at the sorry state.

She had Akko release her a moment, for just a moment, so quick Akko would only be confused of her actions and not hurt as Diana rushed to the pill bottles, popping some in her hand as she picked up a glass of water along the way back.

“Drink.” She managed to say. Akko obediently took her medicine, eyes still on Diana as she handed back her glass that the doctor set aside before engulfing her in a tight hug.

“Diana?”

“Listen…” She breathed, trying to form words, but failing as indistinctive sounds left her lips. “I can’t… ou… o.”

It was an incoherent mumble, and Diana knew that Akko could feel the slight dampness on her hospital gown, as she asked what was wrong and for a repetition of what the surgeon had just said. Diana felt a hand cradling her face, trying to get her to meet wine red orbs, to tell her eye to eye, to help both their fears.

“Diana?” The patient asked, voice wobbly.

“I can’t lose you too.” Finding her voice, the young doctor spoke more clearly now, hands wiping away Akko’s sweat and tears. She had grown an emotional attachment to her patient, despite promising to never again do so. It was impossible with Akko. And now, feelings of great loss were creeping back in. “So I need you to work with me?” She said, but it sounded more of a question than a request. “Please? We can only do this together.”

Akko nodded, hands covering Diana’s as they comforted one another.

“Sleep now. The operation is in a few hours.”

~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~

The infiltration of light was the only wake-up call Diana would need as she practically rushed the halls, not meaning to leave Akko alone, but needing to prepare herself for this day.

Finally, the operation day.

Going through her self-care routine at double the usual speed, Diana rushed back in her fresh uniform, wanting to be the one to wake Akko and give her the much needed emotional prep for this important milestone in her life.

Opening the room door without so much as a creaking sound, Diana shuffled her way silently over to Akko’s bed, seating herself slowly on the bed. Her hand quite automatically travelled the last few distance of space between her and her patient, heeding rest on the smooth skin of her face, caressing the brunette’s cheek lovingly.

“We can do this.” She whispered, leaning forward, doing something she would not have dreamed to dare do, kissing the roses on Akko’s face. “We have to.”

Admiring the way the patient’s body rose and fell with every breath and how her lashes fluttered every once in a while, as well as the way casual murmurs would slip out was something Diana felt she should let happen for but a few minutes more before they were thrown into the chaos of operations and surgery.

Her moments of admiration were broken by the mumbling of her waking charge, eyelids batting open and close, red rubies, beautiful gems revealed for the world to see.

“Good morning, Akko.”

Blinking the last few remnants of sleep from those beauties, Akko managed a yawn before her body stretched, kinks and knots out of her system. At last, she turned to Diana, preparing her best ‘I-just-woke-up’ smile.

“Good morning.”

~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~

Diana’s feet shuffled across the slick, tiled floor, stomps of desperation creating sounds that bounced off the bleach-colored walls that led up to the silent chaos which was the Operating Room.

Somehow, these halls seemed just a tad too long, as if they were trying Diana’s patience, ensuring she would never reach the OR. Her mind was already a jumble of thoughts and fear and confidence-marred, and worry and care for Akko. The aforementioned, however, took up the biggest space in her mind.

After what seemed like hours, she breathed relief at a familiar entrance sight.

The usual twin doors greeted her, suddenly feeling very alien to Diana, but they were not alone in welcoming her back as a lone figure, brown hair and familiar red eyes stared into her very soul with a pleading look she had only ever seen once in the entirety of her life. The man she had been subconsciously wondering about, as well as his whereabouts during this day of great need.

Ready to offer a greeting and a few questions pertaining to Akko and her health and some arrangements, the blonde found herself cut off as the man opened his mouth, silence exiting it, noticing the bloodshot eyes of the man. His body language indicated he wanted to say something, so she let him, walking closer and listening.

“Please, Doctor…” The raspy, clearly crying voice, begged, exhaustion evident through his whole being. “Let her have it.”

Those words were all Diana needed to understand, halting in her tracks, eyes wide, mouth being muffled by the hand she had slapped over it. She shook her head no, in complete rejection to the all too obvious request.

“We…” He choked on his words as the blonde reached out to try and place a comforting hand, but was stopped, rejected as she could only how this man found it harder and harder to speak the longer this conversation went. “We both know she won’t make it with just the ICD implant… please… we both know what’s best right now. Ever.”

Diana let the few tears she had felt stay in, willing herself not to cry for both their good. “No, sir…” She spoke after finding her words, voice broken. “I can’t do that. That would go against her wishes.” The physician said, reaching for his shaking hands, clenched so tightly into fists, with his face red from all the emotions swirling about.

“But Doctor, you know this! Please take it! Please understand.” Again, Diana flinched as she was begged to do such a horrendous task. She had enough willpower to decline, she hoped, to deny, she swore.

“I cannot. I will not.”

“Diana!” He raised his voice a bit, trying to show his own will through it.

“Sir, Akko would break!” If he had forgotten, Diana was now ready to remind him that this Cavendish had a will just as strong and would hardly back down.

“She needs to live!”

Diana’s breath hitched in her throat, the one things she would not acknowledge, that Akko was actually on the brink of near death; She was being shown that she had to accept this reality, looking upon Ken who sobbed more openly, crying louder this time, gripping the front of those white medical robes, making everything feel as real as it really was.

Diana’s own frame shook with sorrow as her hands covered the older male’s. They were cold and rough, scarred, but loving in the way they held Diana’s back, eyes piercing into Diana’s soul.

Their breaths were ragged and tired, hearts beating painfully strong in their cages, their gazes intense in this stand-off. But they found their mouths sealed, tongues tied, words difficult, silence between them.

“Please…” Ken spoke after a while. “Please… know that… I don’t want this either.” The words seemed foreign, hard, choking him as he expressed them. “I want a life with my daughter, my only, sweet beloved daughter. She’s given me the joy of my life, and it’s a life I’d choose to spend with her forever, protect her by her side… If I could.”

Diana gasped, the thought absolutely vile!

If he could? He should be able to! Diana wouldn’t allow death if she could help it!

“You ca-“

Ken’s sad smile spoke to Diana and she immediately hushed, only now noticing the hums of machines from the ward, only now conscious of how cool the air conditioning was. She now realized what Ken wanted her to… He couldn’t. They both knew this. She now felt what he wanted her, needed her to do. She now knew the direness of his need.

“I’m sorry, Doctor Cavendish.”

Diana’s eyes, full of shock and sorrow, never broke contact with the father, broken and spilling out; a healthy heart beating there within him.

None of them wanted this resolution. Not Diana, not Ken, and most especially not Akko. She would never consent to such plans.

But here the good doctor was, being evil. Bad, sinful to even considering to allow it, no, to surrendering her promised will and accepting Ken’s, all for Akko’s sake that she would not want if these were to be the consequences.

Diana felt wretched, two simple, but extremely heavy words falling from her mouth.

“I understand.”

~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~

Steps heavy, Diana thought her feet to be quite the uncooperative pair as her walk to that one bright, yet equally dark room seemed far too long for her liking.

Inconvenient sorrow, was that all she could feel? Perhaps, and it was causing her more distress, adding on to her negativity and taking away her collectiveness.

All the ‘what if’s and ‘but what about’ and all those bad things came to her. She was afraid. Afraid of so many things she hadn’t been afraid of before. Afraid to do what she had always done, afraid of the risks she had taken all the time, afraid of failing so badly for the first time and she had yet to start.

The sterilization, or as Diana thought it to be “cleansing” routine for operation felt quite different, slower than usual, as if she was being more careful that absolutely no dirt would be present on her body as nurses assisted her in changing, placing her gloves on her hands.

Now, she stood in front of that one last barrier, ready to see her patient, ready to see the one she was to operate.

Behind that clean door was a life about to be balanced in her hands, whether it stay perfectly still, or tilt to death that she did not want. It would be a seesaw of life and death should anything go amiss.

Looking back to a clock hanging on the wall, Diana swallowed the air caught in her throat, shooting a prayer to the heavens. There were things she believed, she could never accomplish alone and needed the help of at least any power out there. She couldn’t risk anything, she thought, she knew.

And standing by the door now being held open for her, she walked in.

It was time.

~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~

If stillness and peace were forms of beauty, Diana thought lifelessness should never be grouped together with them, no matter how stunning a sleeping beauty could be if it meant it was for eternity.

Akko’s eyes were closed and her breathing was slow due to the anesthesia she had been given, her state assisted by the machine that hummed its tune close by.

Despite being hooked up to all those wires and with all the movement around of the prepared workers, Akko was still the picture of beauty and serenity as she was just… there. Lying still and waiting. Trusting her life into everyone’s hands.

Feeling her hands shake a bit, Diana squeezed them, begging them to stop as they all offered a prayer to guide them in this operation, and never had Diana prayed so hard to any god for help that she would not fail.

And the battle began.

Making the usual markings for surgery, Diana drew a line, about eight to ten inches in length, her hands doing their best to keep steady as she moved to her next task.

“Scalpel.”

Cutting through Akko’s breastbone, bit by bit, Diana began to expose that oh-so-pure, kind, loving, believing heart beating its rhythm for the world to hear its cries.

“Connect her to the bypass machine.” Diana instructed her helpers, a pair complying as they tried to keep the blood flowing through Akko’s system, excluding her heart.

Diana smiled beneath her mask sadly, hands proceeding to “cut out” the heart of her patient carefully, slowly; expertly and skillfully removing the diseased heart and calling for the new one.

The new one…

Diana gazed upon this organ, this gift of love that was quite literally entrusted into her hands. Her dirty, blood-stained hands. She stared at it as if it were the most expensive item in the world, the most beautiful gem, a precious artifact.

And she wanted to cry.

But she knew she could not, now returning to her procedure as she began placing this irreplaceable and ultimate present of affection into Akko’s living body, sewing it into place, pouring her own love and care into this work.

“First the major blood vessels, carefully, not too tight… but no leaks, Diana Cavendish.” She spoke silently to herself. “Just as always.”

She nodded gratefully as she felt her sweat being dried as she toiled in her work, finishing cleanly, closing the incision as all the occupants in the room awaited for the blood flow to be restored and the heart to beat and show case its new life and compatibility.

They waited.

And waited.

“Doctor?”

Diana for a moment was frozen still, before her senses came back, eyes still on Akko, mind surprisingly clear and working well.

“She may need a bit of a shock.”

“Understood.”

This was it. This needed to work. This would signify the start of Akko’s new life should it be successful- no, it would be successful.

As they did the necessary preparations for this course of action, Diana took one final look before nodding to her co-operators.

“Clear!”

~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~

Akko awoke to the feeling of being part human, part machine, eyes blinking, clearing and seeing so many lifelines, tubes on so many parts of her body that were the only ways to support her constitution as of the moment. Despite having just woken up, she still felt a bit tired, her chest and throat somewhat sore, but admitted to feeling so much better. She felt her heart beating stable, calmly yet lively at the same time in her chest and it made her so happy to be in good health.

The next thing she noticed was that she was no longer in her usual hospital room, she assumed she was transferred to the ICU for a better recovery, and she sighed, then jolted as another sigh followed hers.

In slight surprise that melted to loving care, she spotted Diana by her bedside, spilling over her chair in her hospital garments, sleeping and in a state she dared not show the public eye lest she ruin her image.

“Hey…” Akko spoke to the sleeping woman. “I see you’re tired.” She giggled, finding it cute as the girl’s nose twitched a bit.

A bit sad at the realization that she could not exactly move, the pain of her incision suddenly becoming obvious after her attempt, Akko sent Diana her care in spirit, wanting to run her hand through those silky blond locks.

“Thank you.”

The words slipped out so naturally, so easily. They were the truest of truths. Kagari Atsuko was truly grateful to Diana Cavendish. She owed the doctor her life.

Akko smiled one last time before her eyes slipped shut once more, relaxing against the cushions and counting the beats of her heart, trying to familiarize with the newness of everything, the oddness, the warmth.

“You are most welcome.” A voice brought her back, eyes opening and head tilting to look at an exhaustedly smiling doctor, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Diana…”

“Hello, welcome to your new life, Akko.” Diana offered the tiniest of smiles, stretching her body out before moving her chair closer to Akko’s bed, yawning in the midst of it all. “How are you?”

That one simple question, a question she had been asked for years suddenly sounded less… prying, with less of an implication of negativity and worry, and it felt more of casual question now, something she could answer happily to and not need to lie about.

“I’m fine, thank you.” Perfectly fine was how she was feeling as a few tears of joy slipped from her cheeks. “I feel wonderful.” She grinned, feeling Diana place a hand on hers, covering it warmly.

“And you are just that.” Diana said, stroking her thumb over that hand as a nurse entered the room and explained to Akko that they had to do a few breathing exercises to ensure that she could breathe properly on her own, without the removed ventilator.

Though wondering what that was about, she complied as Diana nodded, Akko being assisted in sitting up and being guided on how to breathe and cough out, some explanations being told to her that went in one ear and out the other.

After this check-up, the brunette watched for a moment as Diana and the nurse talked, discussing some of the points in caring for her, probably, nevertheless, she waited patiently until the nurse smiled and bid her farewell and Diana sat back down.

“We’ll have to do that again in another two hours, alright?” Diana spoke, concern lacing her voice. “It might become uncomfortable, but it will help.”

Not wanting to worry Diana more than she already had, Akko nodded furiously, offering a reassuring smile as she was suddenly chatty, having to be told by Diana to calm down despite letting her be… just a bit.

Akko began asking about how things were, how long she had been asleep, as well as spotting some of the get-well cards and gifts she had been sent that threw her into a state of reminiscing and story-telling.

In exchange, along the way, Akko had found that she had slept the past two to three days, part of why Diana was worried enough to stay by her side as the older woman explained.

Partly, she was thankful that she had not been awake that time due to the supposed tube that had been lodged within her throat, the ventilator that she had needed to breathe. Now she was aware of why her throat had been so sore, but she was grateful that it was something that helped her live better, her soul flowing with absolute positivity.

“-And then, My friend Lotte tried baking us these pastries, but I honestly couldn’t stand them. Sucy- ah, that’s my other friend and her girlfriend, seemed fine with it, but I wonder if she was just pretending. What do you think Diana?” Akko continued on with her tales, at times giggling and laughing, talking as animatedly as possible without having to move so much.

“Hmm? Ah- uh, yes… that sounds lovely, Akko. Your friends must be so nice.” Akko was slightly puzzled at Diana’s out-of-it type of answer, but shrugged it off at first, pinning it as the girl being tired from work and taking care of her.

“They are!” She responded cheerily once more, her heart beating excitedly, amazingly in her chest as it swelled with pride at its new capacities.

And she calmed for a moment. Suddenly not having anything to say, nothing in mind. Akko felt at peace. She was quiet as her eyes closed slowly, the girl breathing in and out in relaxation, feeling every hum of the machine, every pump of her heart, every breath she took.

This feeling… this kind of living…

“The ICD implant was a success, huh…” She whispered her muses aloud, lips resting in a gentler smile. “I’m glad.”

Eyes opening and seeking Diana’s, she wondered why they looked so much in pain, so in sorrow, so… guilty and regretful as Diana failed to respond this time, mouth hung open as if she needed to say something but could not.

“Diana?”

“…”

“Diana? What’s up?” Akko asked, the smile on her face wavering as she sought out the eyes that could no longer meet her gaze, so downcast as they turned to the floor for help. “Why are you so sad? If you’re worried about me, I’m fine, see?”

Akko moved her hand slowly, lightly placing it on her chest as she watched Diana’s eyes widen in slight worry, before going back to their sad state.

“Look, my heart’s all better.”

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Diana flinched at the statement, pained as she gazed at Akko.

“That-that’s…”

And the memories came crashing in, filling Diana with a sudden torment, stomach churning as she wanted to vomit, reminding her of this lie she was living, a lie she could not keep up. She was far too guilty to keep it up. It plagued her, the memories, the words.

Her eyes meeting Akko’s worried ones for another short while, the look of Akko’s face, Akko in general only served as a larger reminder, the similarities between them, of Akko and the man who she had… spoken with. They only made Diana feel more wretched.

[“I’m sorry, Doctor Cavendish.”]

…

[“I understand.”]

“Akko I’m sorry.” Diana said, not being able to take it anymore, the inquisitive, innocent gaze only putting more pressure on her.

“What, what for?” Akko chuckled, the sound not quite in harmony with how she looked at the moment, a mix of happy pain. “Why?” She wondered, a fear creeping towards her.

“I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t have a choice.”

“Diana, please tell me what’s wrong.” Diana knew Akko was now worried, dread making its way into her now healthier heart and she didn’t want that for the other girl, but she needed the truth. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m sorry Akko… I c-can’t. I promised I wouldn’t tell, but…” Her eyes stung, her head and heart hurt as she braced herself to reveal this harsh, but actual reality.

“Diana?” The voice prompted her, and she was scared… so, so, so scared.

But she told her.

“That isn’t your heart.”

And like a full, supposedly very sturdy dam, Diana beheld the Akko before her, breaking down slowly, possibly wondering why as to why she cried like so. The brunette touched her suddenly wet cheeks, Diana frowning as she saw Akko trying to smile, to laugh.

“Hahaha, what’s wrong with me? Why am I- what is wrong hahaha.. this is… this…” And just like that, Diana witnessed her favorite smile completely disappeared, a frown taking its place as there were just more tears.

Silent crying could only be silent for so long, as Akko’s beautiful wide eyes sought Diana’s, the pair finally closing and brows scrunching up as some force made it difficult to keep looking at the good doctor and Diana did not blame her. She wouldn’t want to look at herself either.

“Is this some kind of riddle, a joke?” Diana was asked, though both women knew and did not know at the same time what exactly she was asking.

Diana was still speechless, finding it hard to talk.

So when no reply came from the blonde, Akko knew, Akko thought for the worst. The only reason, answer on how this could not be her heart.

“NO… no, that’s not true, Diana. You found a way, right? For us both to be saved, you… you said so, Diana!” Diana felt the glare, the burning gaze on her searching for an answer on that pale face, through her open blue eyes.

“…”

“Why?”

And because she could not break the silence, Akko did it for her… in the most excruciating way for them both. She let out misery the only way she knew how, filling the room with her song of woe.

Cries, wails, sobs.

The sounds made the pangs of sorrow all the more painful for the already suffering doctor, moreso the next words that fell from Akko’s lips. They sent a jolt of pain, hurt, shock into Diana as she fell speechless, mouth opening and closing in utter silence.

“You’re lying.”

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“You’re lying, Diana.” Akko spoke, tears a never-ending stream coming from her eyes. Brows furrowed, she glared her physician down. “Stop lying, Doctor!” She said, voice raised, heart pounding, but not in any danger so unlike before. “Why would you lie to me?!”

“Akko, I’m no-“ It seemed Diana had found her voice, but was not permitted to speak a word as Akko swiftly cut her off.

“THAT’S A LIE!”

Her breath was ragged, her heart pounded, yet she did not feel as if she were in any danger of an attack, and She cursed, loathed the fact that everything seemed to be true. She did not want to accept it.

“Stop lying to me Diana.” She said, voice softer, breaths coming out in shallow pants as she tried to calm herself. “Just stop.”

“I’m not, Akko your father is-“ The doctor tried again, but Akko was very unwilling to give ear to the words.

“He’s just- Daddy is just hiding from me. You’re just playing some mean trick.” She glared, not wanting to be near Diana at the moment.

She felt betrayed.

Sorrowful as she was, Diana knew she had to calm Akko, to get her to stop her rash actions, to relax as she was still at an unstable state.

“Dad!”

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Distress filled Diana at the word, breath caught in her throat, choking her.

Akko was looking for her father. She would not believe.

“Akko, no! I’m telling you-!”

“Daddy, please stop this, stop hiding. I love you!” Akko called out again, and Diana felt she couldn’t understand, yet she did. And Akko went on, torturing Diana indirectly with her cries. “I promise dad, we won’t fight anymore!” She cried louder. “DADDY! Where are you! I woke up see?”

“Akko, he’s gone! Your heart is His heart-“

“I’m not listening to you.”

Diana fell silent, eyes trailing to the opening door as a pair of nurses came to assist, everyone trying to calm Akko down as she scowled at them all angrily.

“YOU PROMISED ME DIANA.”

The words shot through her like a bullet, leaving a hole in her heart, something that she could never heal most likely, ironically as she saw Akko, trying to be calmed or in the most uncontrollable situation, forced to sleep.

“Don’t do this to me Daddy! No! Don’t leave, why would you leave me?!” Akko called again, suddenly feeling very drowsy, breathing slower as her pulse dropped as the monitor indicated, and Diana was thrown into sudden panic as more nurses came in at alert.

“Dad… why…”

[I thought you loved me…]

~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~

It had been days, no nearly two weeks.

In that time, Akko had been in successful recovery, surprisingly enough, despite her demeanor and emotions being quite negative. She was an obedient person in the end, trying to fulfill some unspoken promise probably to carry on.

With proper monitoring and care, her incision was healing nicely, no signs of infection and no complications to her heart at all. It was a good healthy heart, strong and well-cared for. Yet, though she lived in such health, Akko was never happy in these moments. She had not spoken in days, or at least to Diana. Few words had she uttered to her cousin who came by diligently, if only to get the girl to eat and take her medicines and cooperate with her caretakers, save Diana.

Andrew understood well enough what both parties were feeling, and decided there was nothing he could do to interfere, and it wasn’t his place to take a side. So all he could do was watch, watch and try to leave bits of advice to the hard-headed patient under his charge, one who’s feelings must have been heavier than anyone else’s, conflicting, confusing within her as she suffered silently alone.

And it went on for days and into another week, and another… until Akko could finally go home.

The Hanbridges had offered to take her in, to let her stay with them in their home, but somehow she refused, and her family could only send a maid to help out in maintaining her old house, but for the most part, she was alone.

At times, Andrew would frown and sigh, finding Akko calling for her father at the weirdest times, or at one incident that he had slept over to watch over, he found an extra plate prepared at the dinner table, Akko trying to brush it off as expecting her uncle to come along. But Andrew knew better.

Akko was in denial.

And he kept observing.

More days came and went. Akko had her follow-ups, her x-rays, and he found that she was willing to have them, but not willing to see the people who held them, disdain always showing through on her expressions as she entered the hospital doors or interacted with any medical personnel. Most especially with her doctor, Diana.

There were times when she was silent, not talking or answering any of the needed or casual questions and this frustrated everyone, exasperated them, and when she was in the mood to answer, Akko would be harsh, cynically blunt, and in sour moods or fits.

Akko was angry.

One big surprise for Andrew was a time he found Akko bowing on the flour, prostrated to the lowest level, and for a moment, he thought she had an attack, but hearing words from her mouth, ‘what ifs’ and ‘if only’… then…

“Even if it is impossible, please give me back my father… come back to me… daddy.”

He’d find Akko saying those words, no, praying those words, and even mumbling in her sleep. Bargaining to God for the taboo, for something that simply could not be as it was against nature’s morals.

That’s when Andrew realized.

The suffering of the Stages of Grief.

Yes, Akko was in grief, and as natural as it could be, somehow, he needed to do something about it.

But now, after witnessing the nightly cries, the gazes Diana would send during every check-up, the wallowing in self-pity, Akko’s anger, and currently as she ate as little as possible, talking as little as possible, throwing herself into depression, Andrew giving some effort, he just realized.

Even if he tried doing something about it, he could not.

~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~

The ceremony was a glum day, not rainy, no. It was cloudy and dark and Akko hated it, for she could not cry. There was nothing to cover up her sobs, nothing to wash them away as she went on through the drone of the pastor, the services.

She had held on during all the wakes, not shedding a single tear after all she had spilled the past few days, so there was no need to let strangers, acquaintances, not even friends see her sadness.

There was no need for them to pity her. She didn’t need it.

As she looked at the casket now being lowered, her hands subconsciously throwing in a dozen of her father’s favorite flowers wrapped in his favorite scarf, Akko gazed upon all the people with blank eyes, watching some cry, some try not to, Some indifferent, and some fond and sad at the same time.

She hated them all, she found. She was bitter, but as much as she did not want to be, she was. She just was.

Please let it rain…

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Diana watched from afar; she dare not go near for fear of Akko’s wrath. She already seemed fairly down and angry, and Diana would certainly be more than willing to not add on to the poor girl’s frustration any longer.

But her heart still longed to comfort Akko. No one did, after all. The brunette kept at standoff-ish aura, negating any attempt of help or consoling. Not even her friends could help as the most the could do was offer their condolences, their ‘sorry’s, along with pats on her back as they left one by one… one by one until only so few were left.

She heard that Andrew Hanbridge beckon his cousin to go home. She watched as she shook her head no.

With a defeated sigh, she saw that last family begin to head for the car, jolting a bit in her spot as her eyes met with green orbs that merely blinked before disappearing behind a car hood.

Once the vehicle was out of range, she heard it.

The sound of rain, yes… beginning to pitter patter slowly, quickly becoming harder, but there was something else.

“I’M SORRY!”

And her feet moved without her control, heading to those cries, those wails as her umbrella hit the floor just beside the girl as she threw her arms around the shivering figure.

“No… I am.”

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Akko jumped in surprise, suddenly feeling kind hands, a warm body pressed against her, her black dress sticking against her skin, but all she could think of was the comforting hands running through her hair and down her back.

“Akko, I’m sorry.”

“Di-Diana?”

“Sorry I could not save you both.” The blonde spoke. “Sorry I promised… Sorry I lied… I am so sorry… I am…”

“W-wait- don’t say-“

“I am sorry for your loss.”

A whimper escaped Akko before she returned the embrace, clinging tightly to the only support left in her time of need. She did not know how she could not be this way around other people, but she found Diana to be someone she was comfortable sharing this with.

“I’m sorry too.”

And they both cried under the rain until Diana was sure that the wetness sliding down Akko’s beautiful face were no longer tears, but just the tumultuous rain.

“Let’s get you warmed up.”

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It was comforting and discomforting to be seated in the house her father had built, Diana in the kitchen preparing her some warm milk as Akko calmed down, seated on the floor at a low table in the connected living room.

Maybe she had been staring into space if the clink of a mug being placed before her was enough to offer her a tiny scare, as Diana smiled sadly at her, offering a quiet murmur of apology as Akko simply nodded in response.

As they had found it common these past few days, silence had once more resumed between them as they sipped on their drinks, trying to collect their thoughts, before Diana found the courage to speak up first.

“So… I apologize if this is a prying thought, but I was wondering… what is that letter in the pocket of your dress?”

Stunned, Akko slowly fell into the realization that Diana had probably discovered the paper she had been clinging on for far too long secretly these past few months.

“Do you… do you… no…” Akko shook her head, deciding it was time to pull herself together and get back on her feet.”

“Would you mind listening?”

Seeing Diana nod slowly, understandingly, Akko went to fetch it. The smudged piece of paper that lay crinkled in her dress pocket, now to be exposed to the world.

As she opened it, the paper having dried a bit, clearly ruined, but still readable, miraculously enough, Akko confessed.

“It’s a letter for my father… and…” Diana urged her to go on, a hand placed on Akko’s back as she sat closer on the floor as both women leaned against the couch.

“And?” Diana coaxed, gently, carefully.

“I wanted…” Akko sniffled, before crying a bit and hushing herself, wanting to see this through. “To give it to him after the operation.”

“Oh…” Diana looked down at her lap, before meeting Akko’s gaze again. “Then all the more reason for me to be more sorry.”

Akko’s nod and short closing of eyes, along with her smile told Diana it was alright, and that maybe, she finally understood. Understood why Diana did what she did.

And now, it was time for her to read.

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[ Dear Dad,

Hey! Hahaha… so… ummm… sup? Ok, I know you know, but… hehe… I’ve been a bad girl lately, I know. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you when I don’t follow what you would have wanted. I know you do what you do out of love for me.

Dad, it’s just that… I’m sorry I argue with you… I just don’t want you gone. Dad... you’re the only good thing I have left in this life. You can’t leave me.

Daddy, I’m gonna have this operation… it’s a big step for both of us. Dad… don’t sacrifice too much for me… you’ve given me too much already.

Daddy… if you love me, if you really do love me, don’t do this… Oh! But if you’re reading this, that means the operation is done right? Oopps… hihi… I meant to give you this letter once the operation succeeded… so it did! Cause you’re reading it! (I know you’re grinning old man) *wink*.

But in all seriousness,

Dad… I’m sorry.

Dad… Thank you.

Daddy, I love you.

Dad, the sunshine of my life, my pillar of strength, my light… I love you so so so much. Thank you for EVERYTHING you have ever done for me. I can never repay you.

So I’ll just love you with this heart for the rest of my life.

With Love,

Your one and only beloved daughter, the one who loves you most in this world,

…

Kagari Atsuko.]

And finally, after crying over it, Akko accepted her new life, her new heart… her loss.

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Two years later:

“Hey dad!!! Yeahhhh! Of course I’m visiting again! And you know what dad? I went jogging this morning and bumped into this HUGE dog! He was so funny and cute- oh! But that’s now why I’m here!!! Sorry!”

Akko spoke excitedly, pulling a familiar personality beside her, shyly hiding, bowing respectfully as she greeted bashfully, “Good day, Ken-san… I’ve come to visit again.”

Akko giggled, bumping shoulders with Diana as she took her hand, kissing it.

“So dad, guess what, guess what?” She bounced up and down giddily, her heart thumping excitedly in her chest. “Didya know? I brought my girlfriend!! Yep! I finally got one… who says I couldn’t! Aren’t you proud?”

“Akko…” Diana blushed, a gust of wind blowing through her hair, as Akko chuckled, taking out a leaf that got stuck in rich blonde locks.

“She’s smart and caring, wonderful and beautiful. She’s perfect dad!” Akko smiled at Diana, smiled at Ken before releasing her lover and doing a ‘Ta-dah’ pose. “I present to you… the one, the only-“

“Just say it, Akko.” Diana laughed at her girlfriend’s antics, warmly gazing upon her.

“DIANA CAVENDISH!” She yelled for the world to hear. “Yeah, that’s right, your little girl isn’t so little anymore, huh? Haha… you sad to hear that?”

And just like that, Akko’s exuberant laughs and smiles melted into a fond melancholic gaze.

“Yeah, that’s right… you’re girl is all grown up. I’ve moved on, not from loving you, but onto a better life full of acceptance and more happiness. I know you would have wanted that, daddy.”

Akko knelt by the gravestone, placing those favorite flowers of her father, those lilies, right by his tomb, touching the words,

‘To the owner of a believing heart, this is your magic. Nothing is impossible with that loving, believing heart.’

“Daddy, I love you.” Akko allowed a tear to slip past as she finally bid her father farewell, bid so many things farewell, as she bid her heart’s troubles farewell.

Heart troubles that could be miraculously overcome by a believing heart.

Because a believing heart is your magic.

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A/N: Umm… I’m sorry? SO? Whaddya think everybody? It felt too… weird and strewn about… I think I botched this one… Sorry. Like and Reblog? Tell me how it was??? PLEASE??? I’m anxioussss!!!! IT SUCKED.

~Shintori Khazumi

#heart trouble #HT #my fanfic #lwa #dianakko #diakko #au #little witch academia #diana cavendish #kagari akko

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