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heexseung · 6 months

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* pairing: vampire!heeseung x afab!reader

* tags: smut, fluff, romantic, human!reader, degradation (m. receiving), praise (m. receiving), mentions of free use, handjob (m. receiving), overstimulation (m. receiving), bratty!heeseung / switchy!heeseung if you squint, cunnilingus, body worship [kinda] (f. receiving)

* summary: because you two were loud last time, rumours have been spreading around about you two, causing you to receive a lot of unwanted attention from your peers.

* word count: 10k

* a/n: hello babes !! omg i almost forgor about this- but i DIDNT SAUR ENJOY THIS REPOST <3333 tysm for all ur support i wish u the loveliest days ahead c: and if you wish to come drop by my twitch streams, you can dm me and ill gib u my link ehheeheheheh ok thanks baiii

Even on weekends, you'd typically spend all of your free time cooped up in your tiny dorm, studying. Your timetable consists of waking up, getting ready, going to classes, studying and sleeping. You don't really do anything else and you don't really go outside much either.

It's not that you're in love with learning, although you do like learning — it's just that you don't really have anything else to do. Nothing interests you and oftentimes, you'd get so bored that you just end up thinking, well, the books are right there. Might as well do some studying. At least it'll give me something to do.

You thought about going outside and seeing the world; the world that is so unknown to you and many other humans out there, the world that any human would be extremely lucky to see… yet you can't bring yourself to step outside of your dorm unless it's for classes. You wish you had more courage to do so but after your first day here, you decided that it's best to lay low and not bring any attention to yourself. After all, your existence here is already controversial enough.

Thus, you live your life like this. It's boring and repetitive… but it's not like you're doing anything to actually change it. Plus, being here is something that you've always wanted to do ever since you were a kid, so it's not all bad and despite the less than ideal treatment you've got during your time here, there's still nowhere else you'd rather be at.

Besides, the isolation, gossip and rumours don't bother you much anyway. It'll never be as bad as the first week and you're thankful that everyone here usually lets you be — that is, usually.

Lately, you've come to notice that people are gossiping about you again but you're not sure why. You can't really hear what they're saying nor can you really ask someone about it… but you doubt it's because you're human, they've already gossiped about that on your first week here.

Maybe it has something to do with your lab partner, Heeseung. After all, the gossip did start right after the day you hooked up with him. But you doubt it.

Speaking of your lab partner, you wonder where he's been all this time. It's been a couple of days since you last saw him, he didn't even come to class two days ago. You hope he's okay.

You don't think you'll see him today either. After all, you both only share one class together, Intermediate Alchemy, and you don't have that class today. Even so, for some reason, there's a part of you that hopes to see him today anyway, maybe because he's the only person who's actually kind to you here. Everyone else would just ignore you.

As you walk down the hallway to go back to your dorm, the faint sound of an unfamiliar melody stops you in your tracks. You do a double-take, is what you're hearing what you think you're hearing?

It is.

It's the piano.

Someone's playing the piano, and beautifully so. Such beautiful and delicate melodies played with such grace, you can't help but think to yourself, a complex piece like this must take days to learn how to play. Who's playing it? And what piece is this?

Thus, you follow the faint sound of the grand piano, hoping to find the talented person playing it. Besides, you're in no rush anyway.

After a few seconds of walking, you find yourself standing in front of a closed classroom door. The sound of the piano is still a bit hard to hear properly but you don't want to open the door and disturb the person playing so you press your ear against the door, trying to listen to the piano piece as discretely as you can.

Thank God the hallway is empty or else there'd be more weird rumours about me, you can't help but think to yourself while silently chuckling.

But all too quickly, like less than a minute or so, the melodies stop playing. You wait for a few seconds to see if they'd continue but instead, you hear the faint sound of footsteps coming closer to you. You barely have enough time to detach yourself from the door and look unsuspicious before the door suddenly opens and an annoyed looking Heeseung peeks out.

However, his expression quickly changes to a surprised one as he sees you standing there like a deer caught in headlights. Now with his eyes wide and his eyebrows raised, he opens the door a bit more as he looks at you. A moment of silence passes by until you awkwardly clear your throat to break the silence.

"Um, hi," you say to him, hoping that he's not annoyed at you for listening in on him.

"Ah… hi…" he shyly says. His left hand scratches the back of his head as his eyes move away from you, but only for a moment. "Sorry, I, uh… I thought you were... one of those people."

His tone is sharp and annoyed and he rolls his eyes as he says the last two words but then he looks at you again and gives you a smile that reaches his eyes.

You reply, "No, no. I'm sorry I… kinda listened in on you."

"Kinda?" He asks with a teasing tone, his smirk is evident.

You laugh in response. It's short but the lightheartedness of the laugh still manages to dissipate the awkwardness between you two. Heeseung leans against the door frame with a smile and softly says, "It's okay."

And then he pauses. It feels as if some words are meant to be spoken here, right at this moment, but there's only silence as he stares at you. A couple of seconds later, he continues, "Um… do you wanna come in?"

Hell yeah. You've never seen this room and you're curious.

It seems that your facial expressions tell him your answer loud and clear. He gives you a bigger smile, the kind of smile that one can't stop from appearing even if they tried, and takes your hand in his to pull you into the room with him. His hand feels slightly warmer than yours and something that surprises you is the fact that his hand feels like it fits you more than your own. It makes you feel strange... knowing that even your own hands, hands that were created to fit perfectly into each other…

All your life, you've always thought that there's no way someone else's hands would ever fit into yours as perfectly as yours do but as his hand holds yours, guiding you to take a seat in front of the grand piano, you think to yourself, maybe I was wrong.

Brushing your weird thoughts away, you pull your hand away from his and look around the room. It's a bit dark in here because the curtains are closed but you can still make out what's inside the medium shaped room; some bookcases at the wall, a whiteboard at the front, some musical instruments at the left side and this grand piano at the right. Other than that, it's pretty empty which makes it appear more spacious than it actually is.

After putting your sling bag down on the floor beside you, Heeseung, now sitting next to you, starts playing a different tune than before and you watch as his pretty hands gracefully move from one key to another, you listen to the unfamiliar yet beautiful piece of composition.

Soon, the music grows in pace and intensity, you can feel the composer's passion as it goes on. Then it slows down to a soft and romantic pace, somehow reminding you of the beauty of nature despite being in a dark room with none, and then a moment later, it grows again until it eventually comes to a really slow and soft tune that reminds you of the gentleness of a mother bird singing to its nestlings. As you listen to him play, you feel like you're being kept at the edge of your seat, following the music as if you're a leaf in a stream of water. It's exhilarating, really. You didn't know music could do such a thing.

By the time he finishes playing, you're in awe of his talent in playing the piano, fully knowing that playing such beautiful composition takes a lot of time and effort. Before you could compliment him, he's already speaking, "Do you like it? It's called Dreams of Love by Franz Liszt."

"Yeah," you say, a bit breathlessly, just now realising that you've been holding your breath. "Wow, you're so talented."

His laugh is soft in your ears. "Thank you."

Turning to him, you look him in the eyes and say, "I didn't know you could play piano so beautifully."

Your words make him blush a bit; a soft shade of pink dusts his ears and cheeks — it reminds you a bit of the intimate moment you shared with him a couple of days before. As he murmurs a shy thank you, it becomes a bit awkward between you two again. Heeseung starts fiddling with his fingers and he opens his mouth as if to speak but he closes it back after a second or two.

Eventually, he does speak but his voice is devoid of all lightheartedness from before and his face shows a sorrowful expression. "Look," he sighs and turns to look at you. "I should apologise for the… uh… well, the last time, um, you know." He then gives a frustrated groan, burying his face in his hands at his failed attempt to communicate his thoughts to you. "I'm sorry, I- We… we shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry."

You can only stare at him in disbelief. "What?" You say, your tone sounding a bit too harsh for both of your likings.

Truthfully, his words hurt you, more much than you'd like to admit. In a way, you kind of gave him a part of you, you showed him your vulnerability and you let him touch you in ways you'd never let strangers or even regular friends do... and now he tells you he regrets it. It hurts and you feel a bit embarrassed. You enjoyed your time with him but unfortunately, you guess he doesn't feel the same.

Suddenly, Heeseung realises that what he just said is probably the worst thing he could ever say to you. He quickly tries to take it back, "Wait- nonono, I meant-"

But you're already standing up to leave, not really wanting to hear whatever else he has to say. As you move, he gets up with you, his tone starting to sound desperate as he calls out to you. "No wait, please, please don't leave. I don't think you understand me."

And to think that I thought we could actually be friends.

You might sound a bit dramatic but you can't help what you feel. Now your relationship with him feels weird and awkward. You just want to quickly leave.

Right as you're in front of the door, he grabs your arm as a last attempt to stop you. Calling your name again, he pleads with you, "Please listen to me, it's not what you think. I-"

With wide eyes, his breath hitches as he stops himself from continuing, a bit mortified at what he almost blurt out. You only give him a confused look with an eyebrow raised. After a moment of just staring at each other in silence, he finally breathes out a worried sigh and surprisingly rests his head on your shoulder while intertwining his hand with yours. But what's more surprising is the fact that you don't have the heart to push him away.

What a weird person, you think. First he tells me he regrets having sex with me and now he does this.

"I'm sorry. I'm a mess when I'm with you," he murmurs, his face heating up at the confession.

As much as your heart beats faster at his words, you can't help but ask yourself, why? You're just a human. Heeseung can't possibly like you, could he? He has many other suitors that would be more than elated to be with him. Maybe he means that you just make him nervous — you wouldn't be surprised if you do since you make many people here nervous by just breathing.

Just as you're about to say something, you hear footsteps coming near you both, along with the sound of people talking... surprisingly about you. Although you're not new to people gossiping and spreading rumours about you, it does pique your curiosity; you've always wondered what people say about you behind your back.

On the first week, you heard people saying that you came from a rich family that had relations with the university's administrative staff or that a supernatural family adopted you or that you're not really human. Those were only the light rumours. Sometimes, when walking to class, you'd hear people say that you're working undercover for the human government, that you're only here to destroy the supernatural space and that everyone should be wary of you.

It makes you a bit sad, to be honest, because those words couldn't be further from the truth. However, you don't particularly blame them; humans haven't exactly been nice to the supernaturals, so you try to not take offence.

This time, however, the rumours are something else and it seems to involve not just you but someone else too.

"There's no way that happened," someone irritatedly says. If you could see them right now, there's no doubt in your mind that they'd be rolling their eyes.

"I'm just saying what everyone else is saying," another person says, their tone more nonchalant than the other’s.

"God, I swear, rumours are so dumb, like Heeseung and Y/N fucking in the dorms, really?" Your eyes go wide at the revelation, is that what everyone's talking about? But how did they know? And why is it a huge deal if I get laid? It doesn't make sense to you.

The same person continues, their voice growing louder as they walk closer to where you're standing, "This sounds as ridiculous as the time when everyone was saying that Jake fucked 100 people."

"Ah, but this one could actually be true," the other person thoughtfully says.

"What? Don't tell me you actually believe-"

"There are people who said they heard them," they say as a matter-of-factly, their voice now growing fainter as they pass by you but you can still hear the change of tone in their voice, now sounding more intrigued, "They say she edged him a couple of times and he wouldn't stop begging her to fuck him." Chuckling, they continue, "Must be a fun time."

Heeseung buries his head deeper into your shoulder as they say that, his hair tickles your neck a bit but you don't mind. Plus, you're more focused on their conversation, so much that you almost don't feel his hand tightening his hold on yours.

At the same time, you hear the former laugh and say, "You're so fucking weird."

Their conversation doesn't stop there but that's all you're able to hear, they're too far for you now. However, you're pretty sure Heeseung can still hear them — after all, his hearing is better than yours could ever be. But now that you know what everyone's talking about, you understand why he said what he said. He's surely not fond of the gossip about you two. You feel a bit sorry about it and despite knowing that it's not really your fault that people gossip about you, it doesn't really make you feel better.

A while later, Heeseung finally speaks again but he still doesn't move away from you and his voice sounds grim, a contrast to his usual demeanour, at least from what you've seen. "Sorry. It's my fault. I should've been more careful."

You try to look at him, a bit confused at what he's saying but he's hiding his face from you so you instead simply ask him, "Huh?"

He takes a deep breath as if trying to gather his confidence. Then, he pulls away from you and you're now able to see his face clearly. Ah, so that's why he was hiding.

With an obvious blushing face, he says, "It's not that I regret it, of course not, it's just that I think we should've done it elsewhere because obviously, people could hear and it was so stupid of me for not thinking about that." He gives out a frustrated sigh and continues, his voice soft and sad, "I guess I got carried away... I'm sorry."

Another moment of awkward silence as you try to make sense of what's going on. When you finally do, you can't help but question him, your voice almost as soft as his, "Why are you apologising?"

Giving you a surprised look, he pauses for a moment as he contemplates his answer. "D-doesn't the gossip bother you?"

He looks so sad that you just can't help but tenderly hold his face, making him look at you as you reassure him, "Heeseung, people always talk about me. It's nothing new. If anything, I should apologise since you got dragged into it."

Quickly objecting, he blurts out, "No, it's my fault! If I would've been more careful- if I haven't been thinking with my dick instead of my brain, this wouldn't have happened and you wouldn't have hated me and everything would've been fine and-"

You've never seen him look so distraught before. Seeing him being so uncharacteristically talkative worries you because despite knowing little of him, you do know one thing; he's not the type to word vomit, he always thinks things through before he speaks his mind and when he speaks, his words are fully thought-out. He may stutter here and there but they'd still seem thought-out and planned. Now, seeing him not able to do so and just desperately speaking, trying to convince you that he's at fault... it just doesn't sit right with you. How long had this issue been on his mind? And to what extent does he blame himself?

"Heeseung, calm down."

But he doesn't. He seems to be fully inside his mind, blurting out words as much as he can as if he's blurting out days' worth of worries. You're not sure what to do to calm him down but in a state of panic and with your hands already on his face, you pull him close and kiss him, hoping that the shock would be enough to stop him from overthinking.

Fortunately, it works. He gives a soft muffled sound as your lips touch his and then everything gets quiet. Still, he doesn't kiss you back, most likely too shocked at your actions. The kiss itself isn't long, you don't let it nor need it to be — you pull back a few seconds later. Looking into his almost teary eyes, you apologise for the sudden kiss, "Sorry, I didn't know-"

You're pretty sure he wasn't listening to you because now the tables have turned; now, he's kissing you and the kiss he gives you is way different than your attempt to get him to calm down — it's intense, messy, desperate and so intoxicating that you almost forgot to kiss him back.

When you do kiss him back, his actions only become more desperate. His hands constantly move; first from his sides to your shoulder, then to hold your face, then to your arm as he pushes you against the door, then to your waist, almost as if he's trying to make sure that you're really here. His lips never stop moving to press open-mouthed kisses to yours and as he does so, a small part of you can't help but feel like he's offering every part of him to you through the kiss, stealing your breath away in the process.

Eventually, you both pull away, needing to breathe. For a while, you both stare into each other's eyes. Heeseung rests his forehead against yours, his lips a bit swollen as he pants and his breath feels hot against your lips.

After a moment of intense silence, he speaks, his voice sounding a bit hoarse and it's as if he's talking to himself rather than to you. "You don't hate me."

You reply, "Of course not. How could I?" Gently caressing his cheek with your thumb, you whisper, "You're the only person here who's been kind to me."

Something in his eyes changes — you're unable to pinpoint exactly what it is but you don't ask either. He gulps, still breathing heavily, still looking into your eyes and then asks you with a soft wavering voice, "Why did you kiss me?"

It isn't his question that catches you by surprise but the look in his eyes that make him seem like he's expecting or hoping for a certain answer. If you were to look away, you could answer him honestly; "it was to help calm you down" but you can't look away, not when he's staring at you so intensely, not when he looks like he's begging you to say something specific as he waits for your answer. Your breath hitches as you think, unsure of what to say to him.

But it seems that you were silent for way too long. Breaking eye contact with you to look at the ground, Heeseung takes a step back and his hand rubs the back of his neck for a short moment.

"Did you only kiss me to shut me up?" He chuckles after he says that but the slight bitterness in his voice is evident.

"I'm sorry, I panicked. I was trying to calm you down," you eventually say.

He simply stares at you as if you just said the most absurd thing ever; eyes wide, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly open. After realising that you're actually serious, he grabs your hand and slowly brings it to rest on his chest, giving you the chance to pull your hand away at any moment if you wish. "Can you feel it?" He softly asks.

You know what he's talking about — his heartbeat right underneath your fingertips... but you can't feel it nor hear it. Thus, you replace your hand with your ear, resting your head on his chest as you try to at least hear his heartbeat.

Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump.

It's faint but you can hear it... and it's beating quite fast for a vampire. You've heard that vampires have a slower heart rate than everyone else's and right now, you'd say his heart is beating pretty fast, just slightly above an average human's. You can feel his breathing too, it's a bit laboured.

When you pull away to look back up at him, you're greeted by a blushing Heeseung who asks you with a small smile, "Get it?"

Is he trying to say that you make him nervous?

Shaking your head no at him, you're still a bit confused as to what he's trying to convey. At your response, he sighs, runs his hand through his hair and then whispers to you, "How am I supposed to calm down when you're kissing me?"

That's when the realisation hits you. "Oh..." you whisper, now getting it.

"Yeah..." he whispers back then lightly chuckles. Placing his hand on the door behind you a moment later, he leans into you and continues in a low voice, "You wanna know how you can calm me down?"

That low voice makes you feel weird things, you just can't resist entertaining him when he speaks like that. "What?" You ask, your voice also low.

"You can hug me." Raising an eyebrow at him, you hum for him to continue, a bit surprised at the answer. "I like hugs," he continues with a boyish smile.

"You want a hug?"

With the same smile, he softly says, "Yeah."

"If you say please, I'll give you one."

He wastes no time. "Please," he says with a bright smile and hopeful eyes.

How could you say no to him when he looks so cute? So you hug him, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your head on his shoulder. He immediately hugs you back, his grip on you a bit tight but you don't mind, not when he feels so warm and comforting.

After a long moment of just hugging each other, you can't help but playfully ask, "Are you calm now?"

"I don't know," he starts. "Maybe you can check my pulse to find out?"

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he says that. You're not sure what he's hoping to get out of it — maybe he just wants your hands on his neck... or maybe he just likes to tease you. Whatever it is, you can't help but roll your eyes.

Suddenly, a fun idea pops up inside your head and you nonchalantly reply, "Okay."

Grabbing his face with both of your hands, you pull his head back to look at his neck. As your hands move to make him look up, your eyes take in every millimetre of his neck, specifically the spaces underneath his jawline, trying to find a pulse. Fortunately, it doesn't take you a long time.

"W-wait wait wait wait-" He gasps as your tongue probes at his pulse, his hands now moving to grip your shoulders. You only did it to tease him — you like it when he's flustered, but surprisingly, you can actually feel his pulse underneath your tongue. Intrigued, you pause your actions to count his heart rate, as weird and funny as that sounds.

You're not really surprised when you feel it beating rapidly. After a few seconds, he gives out a shaky exhale and says, "Is this a normal thing humans do?"

You chuckle at his words and then quickly bite down on the spot. He gives out a choked moan in response and further tightens his grip on your shoulder. "Aw, is baby flustered?" You tease him, unable to help yourself.

He can only whine your name as your tongue starts swirling around the same spot.

"You're so responsive... I love it," you whisper to him, your voice making him shiver. "And to think, I'm only playing with your neck. Is it that sensitive?"

As you start sucking on the small bit of skin in between your teeth, his jaw moves in an attempt to answer you but you don't hear his voice at all — he doesn't speak, not even when you're done giving him a hickey, not even when you're done giving him three. Pulling back, you take a moment to admire the small bruises on his neck but as time goes by and nothing changes, you begin to realise something.

"Why aren't they disappearing?" You comment, a bit alarmed.

However, Heeseung doesn't seem that concerned. He shrugs it off and replies with half-lidded eyes, "Ah, it's fine, it'll go away eventually."

"Is that normal?" You ask, still a bit hesitant.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry."

Deciding to take his word for it, you continue leaving hickeys on his neck. He hums in approval, his breathing hot and heavy and you eventually lose count of how many you actually gave him. When you pull back to look at his neck again, it's already half-covered with small bruises; all of them still bright red.

Just the sight of it makes something inside you snap and you can't help but ask him, "You don't mind me touching you right, Hee baby?"

With his head a bit dizzy, Heeseung struggles a bit to speak, "N-no, you can... you can touch me all you want."

"I can touch you anywhere?" You smirk, already knowing what you're going to do to him.

"Anywhere you want," he softly replies.

At his words, your hands waste no time moving to his torso, touching every part of it from his shoulders, then to his collarbones, then to his chest. His breath hitches when your hands move across his nipples but you don't stop to play with them — you continue moving your hands down to his abdomen. As you do so, you ask him, "I can touch you here?"

"Mhmm." His eyes automatically close as he says that, wanting to focus on your hands touching his body.

Seeing him relaxed and full of anticipation at the same time only spurs you on and so, you move one of your hands to squeeze his ass. He gasps and jumps in response, not expecting that to happen.

"What about here?" Your teasing tone only seems to make him melt.

"Y-yeah," he breathlessly says as he rests his head on your shoulder, his hands now gripping your waist.

Further teasing him, you slowly move your hand from his ass to grip his dick through his pants. "Even here?" You ask him with a raised eyebrow.

He can't stop himself from moaning and pushing back into your hand at the contact. But before he could reply, you're already talking while feeling him up, "Wow, you're already kinda hard. Does this turn you on, hm? Being groped like a whore?"

Giving out another moan, he starts grinding into your hand as if to show you how turned on he is. He doesn't say anything but you can practically guess what he's thinking right inside his head; feel it, feel how hard you make me. You push your hand against his dick harder and he hisses in response. "You like that? Being my whore? Letting me play with your dick however I want, whenever I want?"

"Yes," he moans. "Just use me."

"Now, now. Where are your manners?" You ask as your other hand starts playing with his left nipple through his shirt.

At first, he stays quiet for a while, not wanting to answer you but as your fingers pinch his nipple, he jumps and squeaks out, "Please!"

"Please what?" You can feel his dick getting harder through his pants and just to tease him further, you play with his tip, pressing and swirling your thumb against it over and over again.

With a groan, he relents surprisingly quickly, "Please use me how-however you want. I really need your hands on me, please."

"I'm already touching you though?"

"No..." He trails off with a hiss. "Can I please take off my pants?"

As you feign thinking, he hurriedly continues, "Please, I need to feel your hands on my dick, please? I'll do whatever you want, I'm your whore. Just please touch me, it feels really good. I need it so much. Please."

"Needy today, huh?" It's a bit surprising, honestly, you were expecting him to give more of a fight based on the last time you hooked up, but nevertheless, he's still cute. Plus, it makes your job easier.

In response, he just hums, simply agreeing with whatever you're saying without a second thought. Satisfied with his pleas and answers, you tell him that he can take his pants off and he quickly does so, his movements hurried and sloppy, desperate to get it off as quick as he can. Once his pants are discarded on the floor like a metre away, you pull him into you by gripping his hips and then you pin him to the door right behind you.

Immediately, he leans against it and his hands go to grip your waist again but you quickly grab his wrists and pin them right beside his head. Leaning closer to his ear, you sternly tell him, "Keep your hands there, got it?"

He gulps and nods at your authoritative tone. You then take a good look at his dick since you didn't really get to last time — you notice that it's lanky, average girth, with a slight curve to the left and circumcised. It's also hard but that's already obvious. In a way, it suits him and you think it's pretty, just like him.

When you look back up at him, you can't help but smile at the shy expression he gives you. Whispering into his ear, you say, "You have such a pretty dick... but do you know how to use it?"

Biting his lip, he slowly shakes his head no. As your right hand go to unbutton his shirt, you continue, unable to mask the excitement in your voice, "Well that doesn't matter. I can always teach you how." You let your fingers brush along his shaft, your touch barely there as you continue, "And when you do learn, I might let you fuck me one day." The response he gives you is cute; he quickly nods his head and pleads with you. "Would you like that?"

"Yes," he gasps, trying his best to not buck his hips. "Please."

"Alright, baby." Finally deciding to give him what he wants and put him out of his misery, you spit on your hand and start stroking his dick. Your spit makes your hand move easily and after a few moments of stroking, he gives out a loud moan, throwing his head back when you suddenly squeeze his dick — hard.

"You want people to hear us again?" You teasingly comment.

He nods and replies, "Yes... wanna... let them know... how... good you make me... feel."

"How dirty." You can't stop your smile of fondness from appearing or the chuckle that comes right after.

"I'm... your whore... remember?" Despite being paired with gasps and moans, his remark still manages to come out playful.

"Go ahead then, baby." He whimpers as your hand starts stimulating his tip. "Let everyone know who's making you feel so good. Your voice is too pretty for you to be quiet anyway."

Your right hand finally finishes unbuttoning his shirt. Without wasting any second, you touch his bare skin, running your hand all over his torso. His body's response intrigues you; everywhere your fingers go, his skin beneath you twitches and you're just using your hands. Imagine using your mouth — luckily, you don't need to imagine since he's right there.

The sound of his moan is so loud this time that it almost echoes across the room if it weren't for the room having many carpets. And to think that all you did was lick his chest. Granted, you did pinch his nipple while tightly squeezing his balls as you do so but who cares? He's so fun to play with, you just want to keep him like this for hours... but unfortunately, you're pretty sure that class is about to start soon, which means many people walking through the hallways.

Thus, you pick up the pace, trying to get him to quickly reach his high. Your left hand quickly moves up and down his shaft, your right hand goes to fondle his balls and your mouth starts sucking on one of his nipples — you doubt he's going to last long since his body is so sensitive. And based on his constant moaning and twitching, you can tell that you're right.

As you continue, he suddenly speaks, "I... I can't get our first time out of my head. I-it's like- it's like you're... haunting me." He moans when you lightly bite down on his nipple, his hips accidentally bucking into your hand. "Every time I close my eyes... I remember it again... I see it vividly... and I... I want to do it again with you... Did you... put a love spell on me... or something?"

As he continues to talk, a small uneasy feeling makes itself known to you — the kind of feeling that makes you feel as if something is wrong. It makes you furrow your eyebrows in suspicion as to what it could possibly be... but as you look at the man in front of you, you quickly understand. Just one look at him and you can tell that he's not in his right state of mind and you're pretty sure that he's just blurting out whatever's coming to his mind at this time. You can't shake away the thought that whatever he's saying right now is too private. You don't believe you should hear this, at least, not right now.

Worrying that he might end up regretting whatever he's saying, you tell him, "Heeseung, I don't want to hear anything else come out of your mouth except those pretty sounds you make, okay?"

And just to be safe, you insert two of your fingers into his mouth. As your fingers press against his tongue, he hums in response, closing his mouth and then he starts sucking on them. His tongue swirls around your fingers as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes.

Your hand goes to abuse his tip, your thumb swirling the precum around and pressing down on it again and again while your other hand continues to keep his mouth busy. His body shakes at your actions and suddenly, he quickly pulls your hand away from his mouth to say something.

"I'm gonna cum, what if-"

"You can cum, Hee baby. Go on, cum for me. You can do that for me, right?" Your voice sounds so sweet that he just wants to do whatever you say.

"But it- it's gonna get messy..." he whines and trails off. Despite his worries, his hips start bucking uncontrollably into your hand, trying to catch his high anyway — he doesn't want to stop but a small part of his conscious brain still worries about how he'll clean up his mess.

"Don't worry, baby. We can clean it up," you reassure him. "Go on, be a good boy and cum for me. And keep your hands back up."

"Okay- I..." He puts his hands back up and sucks in a deep breath as he feels himself reaching his high. That conscious part of him from earlier disappears and now, he's almost chanting, "Thank you. Thank you thank you thank-"

The moment you start harshly sucking on his neck again, he's gone; with a loud and long moan, his hips thrust into your hand and streams of cum messily come out of him, getting all over your hand, onto your pants and even onto the floor. His body is shuddering and his eyes are rolled to the back of his head as your hand starts milking him for all he's got.

You coo at him, "Good boy, baby. Such a good boy for me."

"Please-" He squeaks, head thrown back against the door. You don't stop touching him though, not even when his streaks of cum stop coming out, not even when he starts uncontrollably trembling at every touch of your hand. One of your hands continues to quickly stroke his dick while the other fondles his balls, alternating from left and right. As you squeeze them, he gasps and whimpers your name.

"You're being such a good boy, baby... just taking whatever I give you." You start licking his chest, from his navel to his nipple. Heeseung shuts his eyes tight as his body continues to tremble against his will, his hands now in fists beside his head. As you play with his nipple, sucking on it and swirling your tongue around it, his back arches and he can't stop himself from thrusting in and out of your hand.

"You can cum for me one more time, right?"

He groans in response, nodding. "A-a... any... thiiing... f-for... y-you."

Letting go of his nipple to whisper in his ear, you say, "Right, you did say that you're my whore."

"Y-yes, yes, yes." He gasps.

So you continue touching and stimulating him until he cums again. Throughout it, he doesn't speak at all, only making pretty noises while his body trembles. It doesn't take long before he cums again. This time, it comes as a surprise — he didn't tell you that he's close. Perhaps he, himself didn't know that he was or maybe he wasn't paying attention, too busy being lost in his own bliss. Either way, based on his reaction, it seems that he's also surprised; he cums with a scream, his voice echoes throughout the room, his eyes tightly closed, and his hips stop moving but he's still trembling all over as another shot of his cum comes out of him.

So gorgeous.

You slow down your movements, not wanting to push him too much, until you eventually stop. Heeseung pants in front of you, looking helpless and blissed out.

"See, I knew you had it in you." As you slowly coax him back to reality, you slowly become aware of how uncomfortably wet your panties are. But you push that aside for now.

It takes him a moment to come back to reality and when he does, he still feels a bit dizzy. His hands go to grip your shoulder and waist for support and you hug him to soothe and comfort him, rubbing your hand on his back — the hand that's cleaner than the other. A moment later, he breathes out a soft thank you, feeling a bit spent.

"I'll... clean everything up," he breathlessly says while hugging you. You pat his head while his arms wrap themselves tightly around you.

"That's okay, baby. I have tissues in my bag. We'll clean it up together, yeah?"

He doesn't answer you and instead, asks for a kiss. Of course, you give it to him. How could you ever say no to this man? The kiss is unsurprisingly hot, heavy and messy, your tongues intertwine together just like your breaths. He moans into it and then pulls back to kiss your neck.

"Your turn?" He whispers into your neck, his breath hot against it. You close your eyes as he starts kissing and licking your neck, his tongue hot and wet swirling on a certain spot. You grab his shoulder as he continues, and then, a moment later, you feel his sharp fangs graze against your neck but before you could make sense of what's happening, he quickly pulls away, stopping himself.

"Sorry, can I-" He gives out a shaky breath. "I wanna... make you cum." He whispers out the last part. It was so soft that you almost didn’t hear it.

"You wanna make me cum?" You whisper back, your eyes still closed, now fully aware of the tension in between your legs.

"Yeah." His hands tenderly touch your body as he says that, going down from your shoulder to your breast and finally coming to rest on your waist.

"Sure."

He kisses you again but compared to your last few kisses, this one's short. Pulling away from you, he says, "We should- uh... change positions? Would it be easier for you?"

"Ah, yeah, okay." Despite your voice sounding nonchalant, your pussy throbs at the anticipation of finally getting the attention it craves. After you both change positions, with you now leaning against the wall and him in front of you, his hands go to unbutton your shirt and unhook your bra as he kisses you.

Gripping his hair, you pull him away from you — which earns you a moan. "Go fast, I think it's almost time for class."

"There's still tons of time," he reassures you. "Barely anyone has class in this building anyway. Don't worry."

Trying to reassure you, he gives you a smile and goes back to tenderly kissing your neck. It seems that there's a clash of wants — you just want to cum while he probably just wants to take his time with you. You're about to protest but his hands and mouth on your body make you change your mind, at least for now. With his hands kneading your breasts and his mouth slowly moving from your neck to your breasts, you give out a defeated sigh.

"Fine."

With a triumphant smile, he mumbles a thank you into your skin. His mouth is now sucking your left breast, his tongue swirling around your areola and the nub, making your pussy wetter by the second. The urge to touch your pussy grows as he continues his actions. One of his hands plays with your right breast while the other goes to unbutton your pants.

All of a sudden, he lightly bites down on your breast and you jump in response, unable to stop your moan from coming out. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good."

He moans too but his moan comes out muffled against your breast. After a while, your hand grips his hair and he hisses as you move his mouth to your other breast. "Keep going baby, you're doing so good. Such a good boy for me, aren't you?"

The praise only spurs him on, his movements now getting bolder. Wasting no time, he begins to kiss it and then lick it, until finally, he takes it into his mouth, harshly sucking on the mound. You hiss and arch your back in response. With your pants now on the ground, your legs start to feel cold but your core is still hot and wet, demanding attention.

Eventually, he finally moves on, leaving your breasts to kiss down to your navel. Every kiss he leaves you is tender yet hot against your skin, just like his hands on your body. Once he reaches your navel, he kneels down and as you let him put one of your legs over his shoulder, his face is now very close to your crotch. Even so, he still doesn't give your pussy any attention yet. Instead, he starts at your inner thighs, specifically the one on his shoulder, slowly licking up closer and closer to your heat as his hands continuously move up and down your thighs. He stops where your thigh meets your groin and starts taking a small bit of your skin into his mouth to suck and bite on it.

You let him leave a hickey there — it's not like you can't hide it anyway. After he's done, he pulls away to admire his mark on you with a small satisfied smile but just as you thought he'd finally start eating you out, he starts the same thing over again, except this time, on your other thigh. You groan, beginning to get frustrated.

He seems to find it amusing, given by the fact that you can feel him softly chuckling into your thigh as he kisses it. "Heeseung." Your stern yet breathless voice only makes him smirk.

"Hmm?"

"You're being a brat," you hiss at him.

Pulling away from your thigh, he looks up at you with a defiant smirk and coyly says, "I'm only taking my time."

But as he moves to continue his actions, your authoritative voice makes him pause and shiver. "Heeseung, I will literally slap you." You're in no mood to take things slow, you just want to cum. That's all you want — to finally release all this built-up tension in your pussy.

"Kinky," he mumbles with a pout. It's not because he doesn't like being slapped — it's actually something he's willing to try especially during sex as long as you like it, but he's just pouting because he didn't get to-

Giving a frustrated sigh, you say to him, "You can leave a hickey there after I cum, damn it."

His face lights up as you say that and his hand grips your thigh. "Promise?"

"Yes!" You hiss. "Now be a good boy and make me cum."

Wasting no time, he hums and nods at your command, moving his mouth to your clothed pussy. He buries his nose and mouth in your heat, you can't stop a moan from escaping at the contact. His mouth starts kissing you, over and over again as his nose bumps against your clit.

"Fuck," you mutter, your hands gripping his hair tighter as he starts licking a long strip. It's relieving honestly — your pussy finally getting the attention it so craves... but it's not enough. You want his mouth on you, without anything else in the way. Thus, you tell him to take it off and he hums, acknowledging your command... but after a while, your panties are still on and he hasn't made a move to remove it, he just keeps on slowly eating you out with a smirk. When you finally realise that he's doing this deliberately, you snap.

"Heeseung!" Your voice is louder than you expected. "Take them off, for fuck's sake." Then, as if your mouth is on auto-pilot, you continue, "Do you want me to fucking slap you, huh? Is that what you want? You want me to fucking snap, don't you? Want me to pin you down and fuck you till your brain doesn't work anymore?"

At your words, Heeseung feels a bit intimidated but he can't help but also feel turned on at the same time. He moans into you and as he pulls away to pull down your panties, you continue, "Finally starting to take me seriously, huh? You're such a fucking brat, I swear to God, Heeseung. You just want to get punished, don't you?"

"God, you're so wet," he moans into you when he finally buries his face into your pussy again, without your panties this time.

Finally feeling his mouth on your heat, you moan in relief, pushing his head closer to your pussy while leaning against the door. His tongue starts licking up all your juices while his nose continuously bumps against your clit. Then, he starts sucking it, causing you to arch your back. "Fuck. That's right baby, keep going," you say, your tone now way calmer than before.

He hums into you as he continues to eat you out just the way you like, swirling and pressing his tongue against your pussy, sucking it, slurping up all of your juices. Your free hand now goes to play with your breast, massaging it while stimulating your nipple at the same time. His cums smears on your breasts as you do so but you couldn't care less about being clean right now.

When he inserts his tongue into your core, you loudly moan, your hand squeezing your breast tightly. And as he continues, sliding his tongue in and out of you, your pussy starts tightening around it and you gasp, "Fuck, I'm getting close. Don't you dare stop, you little brat, you hear me? I know you're thinking about it."

Gripping his hair tightly, you grind his face into your pussy, using him like a toy as you keep up a steady rhythm. He doesn't mind, of course he doesn't. He did say that you can use him however you want. And to help you reach your high, his hand moves to stimulate your clit, rubbing it in circles.

Here it comes, the release you've been seeking; there's that familiar knot in your stomach and with the help of his mouth and hand, you finally reach your climax with a moan, cumming all over his face as you bask in your release. Heeseung continues eating you out throughout it, taking in all of your juices in his mouth, not letting a single drop escape. His movements grow slower as time goes by until he eventually stops and pulls away, only to leave that hickey he so wanted on your thigh.

By the time he's done, you've gained your consciousness back. Still breathing heavily, you caress his head and softly say, "Thanks."

He licks your thigh one last time and then gets up to kiss you, wrapping his arms around you in a hug while doing so. You let him, not really bothered by the taste of you in his mouth. But the kiss doesn't last long since you're still breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you," you say after pulling away from him.

"It's okay," he says, resting his forehead against yours, his breathing also still heavy. Your hands move to cup his face and with a swipe of your thumb, you collect your cum on his face and feed it back to him. His lips part when your thumb touches them, and he obediently sucks it without protest.

"Good boy," you praise.

You pull your thumb away from his mouth. As his arms unwrap themselves from you, you lean against the door and give out a heavy sigh. Looking back at him, you say, "We should clean ourselves up and get dressed."

With a nod, he agrees, going to get the tissues from your bag that was by the piano. When he comes back with it, you both clean up the mess you both made; first, you both clean yourselves — although Heeseung prefers to clean you more with his mouth than with the tissues, then, you clean the floor and the door that still had streaks of his cum on them, and finally, you clean your clothes.

It's when he buttons up his shirt, you notice something strange.

"The hickeys are still there," you mention, now alarmed again.

Heeseung also gets alarmed, quickly taking out his phone to see himself but then chuckles a second later when he sees how he looks through the screen. "Damn, I looked fucked up," he mumbles.

His hand grazes the still bright red bruises on his neck and his eyebrows furrow at them when he doesn't see them healing. He turns to you and asks, "Did you drink something?"

"What?" You question as your hands are buttoning your shirt.

"Did you drink a potion or something today?" He asks, still looking at himself through the screen, his eyes looking slightly dark.

You pause your actions as you try to remember.

Potion...

Oh!

You remember now. It was during Tuesday's alchemy class where Heeseung unfortunately wasn't there. You remember that your lecturer taught the class about a new potion. Apparently, it's a consumption potion which means it only works if you consume it and he so kindly let you drink some of it after he finished explaining its properties. The colour of it was a very rich shade of blue and it smelled like the ocean... but the taste was... unpleasant, to say the least.

His voice rings across your mind, "So what it does is that it drastically slows down someone's regeneration ability, not yours but anyone you touch. Use with caution, alright. Don't be killing anyone. That's against the law."

"Oh... yeah, yeah I did. During alchemy class yesterday," you say, continuing to get dressed.

"Was it blue?" He puts his phone back in his pocket and continues buttoning his shirt.

"Yeah."

"Ah... no wonder."

You expect him to continue speaking but instead, he keeps quiet and simply tries to smooth out the wrinkles on his shirt. Eventually, you ask him a question that's on your mind, hoping that he's not annoyed or angry at you for leaving too many obvious hickeys on his neck. "But what are you gonna do?"

Please don't be angry at me.

"Oh, for these?" He shows you his neck, tapping the bruises on it. Then, with a smirk, he continues, "I'll keep them. Thanks."

"Are you sure?" You stare at him, surprised at his response.

Nodding, he reassures you, "Yeah, It's no problem. It'll go away eventually."

For the second time today, you decide to take his word for it. However, you can't help but wonder how long the potion's effect will last — maybe a couple of days? Hopefully not.

When you both finally finish making yourselves look presentable again, the comfortable silence you both share suddenly turns tense and awkward. You're unsure why but the reason makes itself known to you as you make your way to grab your bag.

Heeseung calls out your name. He sounds a bit nervous as he softly asks you, "What are we?"

Grabbing your bag, you think about it for a couple of seconds. "Hm, I guess... friends with benefits?"

"Oh..." He slowly nods, looking down at the floor.

"Unless you don't want that. This can be a one-time thing if you want."

"Nono, I-" He quickly says. "I just..." Taking a deep breath, he brings his head up to make eye contact with you and continues, his voice soft and a bit unsure, "I want something more..."

You look at him as soon as you hear that; he stands there, still near the door, with his posture straight and his face serious as he looks at you. "What?" You can't help but say.

Gathering all his courage, he nods to himself and continues, "I want to date you."

Surprise is the only word that describes how you feel right now. Never in a million years would you ever think that someone here actually likes you, much less want to date you. You've never even thought about dating a supernatural before either. And although you do like Heeseung... you're still unsure if you like him more than just a friend or not. Unsure of how to reply to his sudden confession, you end up just staring at him.

At your lack of response, his cheeks begin to turn pink again and says in a shaky voice, "If that's... a bit too much then it's alright." He gives you a reassuring smile, hoping that you don't feel pressured to reciprocate his feelings. "I don't mind just being friends with you."

"Heeseung, I'm sorry, I'm not too sure," you begin. "I mean, you're the only person who's been kind to me here. I'm not sure if I like you that way... and I wouldn't want you to fall in love with me, only for me to realise later that I never really liked you more than a friend in the first place."

Silence fills the air again as he takes in your words.

"Would you... give me a chance, at least?" He finally says. "Like at least let me take you on a date? Please?" As he looks at you with such cute and innocent eyes, you find yourself smiling at him. "I can show you the world if you want..." and ever so softly, he says his next sentence, "If you promise to show me yours."

His voice sounds melodious as he says that — you could hear the genuineness and hopefulness in his voice. And as you both stand there, just staring at each other, you begin to think to yourself; why not?

"Where would you take me?"

His face immediately lights up as you say that and you can't help but laugh at his cuteness.

"Anywhere you want," he replies with a bright smile, the kind of smile that could make the whole world stop and stare.

"Okay," you softly say, walking closer to him and giving him your hand.

For the first time in your life, you find yourself feeling excited about leaving your dorm, you find yourself anticipating to explore the world that you were so hesitant to get to know. It's as if your worries about laying low suddenly don't exist. And even though you're not really dating, you still can't stop the wide smile on your face as he meets you halfway, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together.

"Thank you," he whispers, bringing your hand to his lips to place a soft kiss on it.

"Thank you," you reply.

"For what?" He looks at you with a smile, slightly confused at your words.

Many things — for being kind to you, for being your friend, for not judging you just because you're human, and honestly, many more. But what comes out of your mouth is a simple, "Not every human has the honour of having a potential vampire boyfriend."

His laugh is bright and rich, music to your ears. His eyes crinkle as he laughs and his smile is wide. Just the sight of him laughing wholeheartedly makes your heart feel full. When he finishes laughing, his demeanour changes a bit to a playful one, leaning closer to whisper in your ear with that low voice and that signature boyish smile, "I can be much more than a vampire boyfriend."

"I have no doubt about it," you say to him as you try to calm down your beating heart.

Grabbing your bag from you with his other hand, he says, "Let me walk you to your dorm."

"Okay."

As you both reach the door, you take a look back and scan the room, just to make sure that everything's as it should be. You look back at him when you're done; he has his hand on the door as he asks you, "Ready?"

Nodding at him, you let him open the door and walk you to your dorm, your hands entwine together the whole walk.

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hiii <3 can u write something about pegging hoshi 🤭🤭

ᝰ.ᐟ 🏹 — K.SY ; ! boss’s secret

nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. marriage au! [ smut ] ꩜. | wc ; 1.3k

“ the big bad boss infront of everyone gets down on his knees for his wife & begs her to fuck him behind close doors. “

you were at a celebration party for your husbands company because their stocks & sales went up by a lot or at least you thought like that.

but you didn’t give a fuck, you were pissed off scratch that, you were furious, why you may ask?

well your loveliest husband was with that shit of a secretary he had, you hated her from the start, she was too touchy & friendly for your liking & now she’s crossed the line by touching his biceps telling him how strong he is & being all giggly.

now normally soonyoung was a bit of a cocky boss, not liking anything or yelling out wrong doings of his employees he was… you could say bitchy. he would push her off always but tonight he was making you jealous & you knew why.

three hours ago ᯓᡣ𐭩

“soonyoung darling can you zip my dress?” you yelled out from your well decorated bedroom, hearing hoshi’s footsteps coming up to assist you, “you ready ba-, wow you look really… hot, love” you giggled, kissing his cheek then turning your back “thank you baby but we really should be going wouldn’t wanna be late do we now?” you looking at your handsome lover through the mirror, expecting him to zip you up, he didn’t.

expect he snaked his arms around your waist, head on your shoulder “orr we could be late & do something more fun” he cheekily smiled “soonyoung, as much as I want to, we need to attend early, it’s your company’s party after all” replying touching his hand that was resting on your waist “but you said it, it’s my company I can do whatever I want whenever” he kissed your neck “and you be my good boy & listen to me” he spoke up once again “but y/-“.

“no soonyoung you need to patient” you warned, he zipped up your dress defeated & sulked, who would’ve guessed that the big bad boss would be sulking after being denied by his wife?

present time ᯓᡣ𐭩

now here you are, almost breaking the fizzy champagne glass in your hand, while observing your husbands doings.

oh you’ll have him at his knees back home, “just you wait soonyoungie” you thought, having enough of that bitch who was clinging to your husband, you clicked away with your louboutin heels, “hello ms.song” faking a smile to the secretary “hi mrs.kwan” she bowed a little “if you don’t mind I need to take my husband for a bit” you emphasized at husband a little too bit, intertwining your hands with him.”

“what’s up baby?” he acted innocent asking while tilting his head “we’re going back home, since you’ve decided to act like a whore all night.” you snapped at him, sending shiver to his spine, he was excited but you weren’t gonna give his satisfaction so easily.

dragging him out the huge venue, he excused himself throwing a quick excuse saying you weren’t feeling well.

the ride home was dead silent, his cock was throbbing he found it so fucking hot how you were angry at him, your dress that made you look ethereal like a goddess he wanted to worship you like you’d deserved but he knew back home you’d punish him till you’re satisfied & he’s willing to give you that satisfaction.

finally.. you guys arrived at your home as soon as your closed the doors you spoke “ you go wait on the end naked till I’m done” he never went so fast to bedroom till now.

you took your time taking off your make-up, wanting to leave him all naked & needing more meanwhile soonyoung was naked waiting on the bed, he was desperated he wanted you, needing you to plunge into him so bad.

after all he was all worked up with all the planning & work, just needed his pretty wife to fuck him, he knew he fucked up but he didn’t expect you to be this mad, sooner or later you came into the room with only your white matching undergarments, “please please fuck me y/nnie” he whined “you know you have a lot of confidence thinking I would do it so easily” mocking him “play with yourself till you cum then I’ll think about it” you then added, huffing he didn’t like your suggestion but obliged.

his back facing the wooden headboard of your bed, hands beginning to stroke his angry shaft squeezing the tip then stroking up & down, his breathe sounding heavy, throwing his head slightly back then letting out a breathy moan.

looking at you with sultry eyes, you can’t lie you are dripping wet, sitting on the velvet couch you’ve had infront of him, hands sliding from your chest then back, finally you slid your hand in your panties rubbing your clit.

soonyoung widen his eyes at such a view, pouting while still giving himself a handjob “you’re such a meanie” he whined “if you want to fucked, then make yourself come & show me how your my good boy, slut.” you said cursing after words loving the feeling of your fingers, you soon enough slid your fingers in your cunt, then moaned “f-fuck baby soonie like what you see?” you giggled as you’re submissive lover fasten his pace then jerked upwards, you found it cute how you drove him crazy.

you know he’s close by his actions & you were close too, your cute soonyoung came all over his chest, by the sight of him you came almost instantly.

“please please fuck me” he begged & chanted you walked to him to where he was sat “aww your so cute like this” you put your hands around his neck “how about you get the strap baby hmm?” you whispered, kissing his forehead that was covered with his black locks.

getting the strap, you wore it then spoke up saying “cmon baby ass up, face down” he obeyed happily, because he was finally getting what he wanted, the sight of his ass infront of you made you drool, how was he so perfect? “y/n need you now” your poor baby boy needed you to fuck him badly & who are you refusing, god you’d loved him so much to do so.

you got the lube that was in the drawer of your nightstand, squirting it on your fingers “darling this might hurt a bit” you said slipping the digits into his pink hole, grubbing the sheets he let out a bunch of moans & words you couldn’t understand, but he definitely liked it.

scissoring his hole to stretch it out, but also teasing him by pulling out your fingers then letting them in once again “you like it baby?” you asked having a cocky smile & he just squirmed.

pushing his head more into the mattress, finally you pulled out your fingers out of him then replacing it with the big lengthy strap inserting it little by little so your darling boy could adjust to it, “l-love please move” he spoke out “of course doll” you replied fastening your speed to his request.

“m-mm f-fuck !!” he almost screamed out, slapping his ass marking it red, oh how you adore marking him “yeah you like when I ruin you don’t you doll hm?” spanking his ass once again “y-yes b-baby only love from you” “yeah you do, you only belong to me soonyoungie?” he just screaming yes !.

one of his hands moving to his red angry cock stroking it roughly & fast trying to match up your speed, he was in an euphoric state by the way you were, banging his ass, loved the way you stretched him out.

he knew how matter how he riled you up, he knows he’ll only be loyal to you & only to you his lovely dominant wife.

after more thrusting into his tiny little hole, he broke down “mphhh!! y/nnie gonna cum” he barley said it with how he was overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure he felt “oh my baby soonie cmon baby do it let it out for me”.

he came, orgasm splatting all over the bed sheets, he layed down on the bed now facing you face to face after you pulled out of him, taking the strap off you layed next to him cuddling him.

“like that doll?” you asked caressing his cheek “mhmm” he replied “you’ve learned your lesson right?” asking once again “i did my love” he kissed you “now let me eat you out as a special thank you” he continued smirking devilishly going down on you almost instantly.

oh how you were lucky with such a lover the one & only soonyoung.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !! i really hope you enjoy this, this is so bad 😭

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slickfordain · 1 year

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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

This is a modern set AU. Since Liyue is based off of China and Inazuma is based off of Japan— they will have brown / black hair. Every character with unrealistic hair color will have blonde / ginger / brown / black / brunette hair. Of course, dyeing is a thing— but not used much.

Oh how they loved you the very moment you stepped inside the school with your [Hair color] hair, and those pretty [Eye color] eyes. How could they not love you? Everybody in this school had their eyes on you and— believe it or not— you were paranoid thinking they didn’t like you. Curse yourself you sweet thing, how could you ever think so when they adored you?

You were a mess though so I understand why you thought nobody really admired you. You do commissions in 3 AM, sending the art piece right off the bat at 4 AM, and then you drink your favorite drink without eating breakfast… You’re… Concerning. But, that didn’t mean they couldn’t love you, because what if those commissioners already died for bothering you without paying in return?

They were scammers, darling, you surely would understand and not think about it too much… Ah, but it seems like you never noticed the commissioner being dead. That’s the loveliest part.

Now, let’s get onto Lumine and Aether— two blonde twins who had recently helped numerous of people, they never were able to get a slack. Every single fucking commission;; was about you. They never knew who you were so, they mostly didn’t care… They had to be obedient unless they wanted the principal Celestia to send their asses kicked out of Teyvat high school. They had to obey… Not like they couldn’t speak Chinese, Japanese and German all in one.

Until that unfortunate day when they did meet you.

❝Oh shit—❞

It was a simple mere curse word, making Lumine and Aether alerted they’ve bumped into someone and did a fast reflex. Aether caught you by the waist while Lumine was behind you with her hands behind your shoulders— balancing you. Their eyes were widened at first, but sighed in relief as Aether’s free arm picked up your phone.

❝Woah there…❞ Aether smirked a little with slight hesitation as he had let you go. ❝Careful where you’re going, sir.❞ Lumine continued with an awkward laughter as the twins stood by one another again and was about to expect you to ask for help needed— until your lips started murmuring out a thank you and started leaving immediately that had them frozen there.

…

Weren’t you… Going to ask them if they could… Help?

…

Why did you leave? No, WHY didn’t you ask them for help? Did you not acknowledge them? Did you not have any commissions for them to do? Oh, so weak you looked, so, so, weak.

They could ruin you.

Lumine covered half of her face that was blushing by the very moment you were out of ear-shot, while Aether was just a blushing disaster at this point. Blinking so many times he didn’t understand.

For so long, the twins had to clean up everyone’s mess, having to talk to the person they’ve fallen in love with. They finally understood… Who that person was… There was no doubt the unknown student, was you. They’ve cleaned everyone’s mess and they dared hiding such a pretty boy like you? Bunch of bullshit students if you ask them.

They were going to— No. they ARE going to keep you safe. They wanted to corrupt you. Please, oh pretty please let them hold you. You looked so genuine back there for saying a simple thank you and then just that! You left! How more can you surprise the twins?!

But of course. The twins just had to realize it’s not just them who feels this way. Momently a while ago, they could hear the Fatuis— delinquents— wanting to lock you up in a janitor closet and keep you there until they’ve decided to kidnap you. This makes the twins’ bloods boil, especially when Childe is part of this.

Aether hated Childe and has fought with him beforehand to stop bothering other students, but Lumine’s hatred for Childe was on another level. Even before she noticed you. I wouldn’t want to explain much about how many times Childe almost died because of her— but it’s fine if you didn’t know, right?

…

If only it was that easy to get rid of someone.

You felt even more paranoid after just meeting the twins… You felt more eyes staring at you, as if you were a mouse trapped in a death trap. Except, this death trap is more gentle, sweetie.

Speaking of which;; Ningguan has memorized your schedule all in one, so you’ll never leave her when she knows you’re free~ ♡ Keqing and Jean would excuse themselves to be “sick” when all they ever want was you to feel pity for them. Any empathy from you will make them feral. You’ve also encountered Albedo many times, who always wants to help you improve your art.

Might I say, you were more comfortable with Albedo since he was your art partner, so you two stuck to one another like glue. And this is why it started Albedo’s possessive behavior… You’re so dumb, stupid, it’s horrendous. But Albedo dared not to say he quite enjoys your stupidity. You didn’t know math? He will teach you. You didn’t know science? Allow him to teach you so. It’s an excuse for him to be closer to you.

Guizhong would especially try making toys for you, y’know, knitting. Always allowing you to get things for free, if it means she could have your soul hugs. She just really adored you, you wouldn’t leave her would you? Of course not.

Nobody wanted you to leave them… Especially Scaramouche, the student who always stalks you. He’s most likely the number one stalker you’ve never had before, it’s bizarre. He’ll follow you EVEN if your parents are driving inside the car with you in it. He will follow.

I may, or may not, safely say that most of these interests have stolen your things. Some have even stolen your pencils you’ve chewed on— and God damnit those costed a lot. But that’s okay~ at least, Pantalone could pay you another one, but that’ll always lead to an argument with Childe who claims to be richer. It never ends well.

Or, maybe if they all stalk you, without each other knowing that all of them were stalking the same darling. In the same day. But that didn’t matter right now, they were watching you wearing your black tank-top and black shorts— eating popcorn as you watched your favorite show/series/movie.

You looked so stunning, so pretty. Fuck. They might just die from looking at you— you’re too pretty that they refused to let your presence be known to other schools. It wasn’t a surprise that they’ve learnt you dated a girl beforehand because she loved you for being pretty— they didn’t blame, but it was a shitty excuse to date someone.

Ah… And how you’re trapped with Sumeru characters. Tighnari asking you to partner up with him, only for Kaveh to snatch you right off the bat. Cyno and Al-Haitham would have more of a brutal fighting than reasoning it out. Yes, Al-Haitham speaks with reasons, but everything’s a mess when it’s you.

Everyone’s at each other’s throats to the point even Celestia fears them. Celestia has to one way or another, expel you. But that won’t happen because a certain blonde and a tanned man will kill Celestia for daring to take you away.

Anyway making dreaming freedom story

#various x reader #various #yandere x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin impact #reader x yandere

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lovings4turn · 18 days

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okay, now i know i already asked for one of these, so feel free to just delete this if i’m not allowed to send more than one, but: could i pretty please ask for a kiss from a vampire for f1 ? again, i feel like you do know me pretty well by this point 😅, but if you want me to send some actual info just lemme know !!

thanks so much in advance, bumblebee, and i hope you have the loveliest day !! <3

oh dolly my darling i'd be more than happy to give you an f1 ship !!! again , thanks so much for sending something in darling , and i hope you like it !!! sending you all of my love <33

𝐢'𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢 !

oh my god do i think that the two of you would be absolutely perfect together !!! you give me a sort of black cat / orange cat vibe ,, and i just think that oscar would be absolutely head over heels for you dolly darling !!!

ᡣ𐭩 oscar always looks at you with heart eyes , but my god do they intensify whenever you’re talking about one of your interests . you’re so invested , you don’t even notice oscar looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky , just absolutely awe struck . if you start to shy under his gaze , he shoots you a crooked smile , wanting you to keep talking , ‘sorry, didn’t mean to put you off. go on, babe.’

ᡣ𐭩 like i mentioned yesterday , oscar is so understanding and supportive regarding your autism !! he never shies away from asking you how he can best support you or make you the most comfortable in certain scenarios , because he knows it’s not a ‘one fits all’ situation and whilst he could just google it , he thinks hearing it from you personally is so much more important and beneficial !

ᡣ𐭩 oscar loves to hear about what books you’re reading at the minute , and often asks if he can borrow them when you’re done ! they come in extremely handy for long flights when he’s bored out of his mind , and he always makes a mental note to tell you every single thought he has about it , even frantically typing certain quotes into his notes app when they make him think of you

ᡣ𐭩 being honest , oscar just thinks you’re an absolute ray of sunshine ! never has he met someone who just glows with goodness , and he considers himself so lucky to have you . you’re always there for him , whether through the good or bad , and he knows that no matter what , he’ll always have you by his side . it makes him smile impossibly hard if he thinks about it for longer than a second

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐧 !

ᡣ𐭩 i will quickly say i was so close to saying logan here , but alex ultimately won me over here !! but as a bonus , logan is a very close contender for your second best friend - the williams boys would get along great with you in my head !!! whenever you’re in the paddock , they definitely both team up to try and convince you to watch from the williams garage instead of mclaren’s (it never works)

ᡣ𐭩 now , i think alex would love your style . like the axolotl shirt you bought the other day ? alex thinks it is singlehandedly the greatest piece of clothing he’s ever laid eyes on . a picture of it definitely makes it into his instagram photodump , i know it

ᡣ𐭩 if alex ever needs a new movie or show to watch , he knows exactly who to come to !! he loves that you always have recommendations that aren’t the same five shows everyone else in the paddock suggests to him , and more often than not he comes away with a new favourite piece of media !!!

ᡣ𐭩 you’re always exchanging pictures of your respective pets . if someone were to scroll through your recent text threads with him , they’d find that roughly 80% of your conversations are just animal pictures (and incredibly cute ones , at that !)

#𑁤 becca’s 1k fright fest !

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el-ly-sha-give-no-f · 2 years

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What about something like mr Ben Barnes and the reader get caught in the rain and have their first kiss? My idea was first kiss, but I just tossed something out there. 💕 I’d love anything you have. Please and thank you!

DANCING IN A RAIN

PAIR: Ben Barnes x reader

looks like Mr Bin Bons again, so here is it, thanks for your request, sorry for the delayed post! I got my Tumblr normal again! enjoy <3

words: a lot

It's Saturday, which means I'm off to work today. Ben and I are planning to go to our favourite cafe that we always go to. You know..... talk about life, work or maybe love life. I don't want to talk about the love life stuff actually, but that's the only interesting topic to talk about. Well, actually I had a crush on Ben since three years ago, Yeah three years ago, starting when we met at my friend's party and we get along.

I mean who doesn't have feelings for him? It's Ben Barnes...... and I know he will never love me back, how can I know? lately Ben has been talking about this mysterious girl. He refused to tell me about her, not even a little bit. She seems like a pretty and kindhearted person that makes everyone adores her. Maybe they are in love with each other? or perhaps they are already together but Ben doesn't tell me yet? I don't know shit about this.

Ben has a great personality that makes him suit her, unlike me. The loveliest thing I like about him is he would call me using pet names such as "darling, sweetheart, love" and many more, I can't even address it!!!, I know it's a typically British thing to do but I flatter every time I hear him calling me those names from his pretty mouth.

Sadly, my "thinking about Ben" section is interrupted by my phone ringing. Speaking about the person itself, Ben is the one who calls me... probably wants to talk about today's plan. "Hello?" I greet first, "Hello,, Y/N! where are you? I'm in front of your house right now, I've been ringing your doorbell and standing in front of your house for the whole of my life," he said, "bro what?" "yes what indeed".

I run to my window, and there he is the most revising man I've ever met in my whole life, except my father of course. "Hello? you there darling?". Interrupted by Ben's voice, "Yeah, yeah I'm coming in 10 minutes", "come on, I know it's not gonna be 10 minutes" he stated to me while laughing. "No no, I promise it's 10 minutes"."okay, your ten minutes starting from now" SHIT, I immediately ended the call.

Im not even ready yet, everytime we both go hang out, this guy will never ever gonna tell me when he will gonna come to pick me up. I fucking hate it.

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10 minutes later

"well, you took 9 minutes 55 seconds, You did great sweetheart," he said while he stopped his stopwatch on his wrist. "yeah, yeah, let's go before someone takes our favourite spot," I said while opening his car door. ". Now we both in his car. Suddenly he asks "what's up with the grumpy voice? Is it your time of the month?" I turn to look at him while I gasp and I smack his arm "ouch! that hurt" he yelps, "Good, im not grumpy, and no, it's not my time of the month" I stated. "okay okay, sorry" he mumbles and he starts his car engine.

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It's hard for us to find a parking lot around the cafe, it's packed with many people today its usually doesn't, but I guess it's because of Saturday. It takes us about 20 minutes to find a perfect parking spot but our parking spot is far away from the cafe that we always go to. "let's go, we need to walk a little bit. Are you okay with that? or do you need me to carry you?" ben teased, but I just glare at him and open his car door, I heard him mumble "no? okay, alright" and step out of his car.

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Damn, it's really far than I thought, delighted that im not wearing my heels, just sneakers, cause im a casual and simple person, but maybe I need to accept Ben's offers earlier, Ew no! It'll be weird. Come on y/n don't be that obvious. "y/n", back to reality and I look at him, "we're here darling" and I nod.

We enter the cafe, the first thing I look for is our favourite spot, guess whattttttttt!!!!?? no one sits there yet, well I'll take the"Yet". As I walk to the table, I heard Ben calling for me, so I turn to look at him (and said johnny don't hit me you said you loved me forever LMAO NO)

"order?" he mouthed while pointing his index finger at the menu. "as usual" I mouthed back, and he show me thumbs up. So I continue walking to the table and sit down on the wooden chair. I zoned out of the window while thinking about the "mysterious" girl that Ben talking about, to focus on zoning out till I didn't realize Ben sit down in front of me. "it's my turn to pay right?" I nod but still watch people walking by the streets of London.

"y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n...look at me" he calls me with his strong tone

oh oh.....

I do as he said, I turn to look at him.

"I don't know how many times I've already ask you this question, but I can tell something is wrong, please answer me this time, are you okay and is something wrong?" he asks. I can tell he's getting annoyed right now.

"and I don't know how many times I answer your dumb question, im okay and nothing wrong!" I whisper-shout, not to get anyone in the cafe's attention or distract them cause of my voice. If he wants to know how much eager I am wants to ask about the girl.

"it is something wrong with you y/n, cmon, hey, I knew you for 3 years and you know your bullshit thingy doesn't work for me"

God help me, I swear this guy, the urge to just throw him out of the window, but I can't refuse to look at his beautiful eyes.

''it's nothing wrong Ben trust me, just tell me about you"

"about me? girl, you know me for 3 years, isn't it enough for you to know everything about me?"

"no, I mean, what's new, cmon we do this every week," I said

"Okay okay, im joking, nothing new, I brought a new book and some stuff I brought from oversees just came in front of my doorstep yesterday and about the girl that I told you, boring boring boring."

bro, it suddenly makes me excited, finally! he mentions the girl, and oh, here it comes.

"what's up with the girl?" I ask him, trying to not sound so desperate

"nyeh, nothing much, she so annoying sometimes and grumpy for no reason but I love it, she looks so cute" he replied

I didn't hear him talking, all I can do is staring at him, and the way he just talked about her made me shiver and how the feeling of jealousy I can't even describe, and it was time to ask myself.

"why not me?"

didn't even realize how stupid I am, I mumble it but enough for him to hear.

"why not you what darling?" he asks me confusedly.

I quickly shake my head" nothing, must be you that misheard it" trying to cover it up.

"maybe"

he continues to rumble about the girl, all I can do is nothing but just nod my head.

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The amount of time I waited for him to talk about the girl, only God knew it.

"darling we gotta go seems like the sky is turning grey and we parked away from this cafe so we don't have time to run, let's go let's go" I turn my head up to look out from the window, indeed true.

we quickly stand up, he collects all of his stuff on the table and we run out of the cafe door, ignoring people's stares, but guess what.

IT'S RAINING!

Ben is behind me, as we continue running I heard his step become slower, I turn my body to look at him and see him just standing still. What the hell does this man think his doing?!

"WOI! what the frick are you doing Ben?!" I yelled.

"COME HERE Y/N!"

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO!!" not gonna lie, I conquer our voice will be gone tomorrow.

"just, come 'ere darling" his voice becomes slower

I groan and run to him, carefully.

"if i catch a cold you we're the one who going to take care of me, im not joking Ben, im serious" I warn him

"yeah I can see that, well no problem boss"

we just stare at each other

"let's dance?" suddenly he asks, are this guy serious?

"I can't, I don't know how to dance, all I can do is step on your feet," I said while we both laughed.

He nods, "I know, just follow me" no need to object, I just nod

He snakes his right arm on my waist, and my right hand lock with his left fingers while my other hand wrap around his neck.

we start to sway back and forth, and he twists me around, we laugh and do the same thing again and again until this one time we look at each other eyes.

"People will see ask Ben, especially the paps" I remind him

"Let them be, I want to show off my beautiful girl to this entire world, the girl that I can't stop thinking and talking about this lately, the girl whose smile is just magnificent, her laugh enough to drive me crazy, the girl that I've been falling in love and waiting for three years, the girl in front of me right now is the one who I've been waiting for, it's you y/n, it's you" he confesses.

I start to tear up and speechlessness washing over me, don't know if it's real or not, I don't know how to reply to his confession. But instead , he adds.

"y/n, I like you! I just wasted my three years confessing my feeling for you, three years y/n" he sounds regretful.

I shake my head " no it's okay Ben, it's okay, we both wasting our time, I like you too ben, I'm just afraid to confess that I like you. I thought the girl you talk about lately is a girl from your works or something, but no im so stupid to reali-" my rumble got cut off by Ben's soft lips on my lips.

Sadly we have to pull away because of our breath.

"hey" he cupped my cheek "as long as we are together, is enough," he said sweetly.

"of course" I nod and kiss him again, softly.

"Finally, you are mine and I am yours" he hugs me tightly

"quite romantic doesn't it?" im joking

we both laugh

the number of kisses we share on the streets of London and on a rainy day I can't address it.

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oh ma gadddd yeayyy!! finish let me know what you guys think, I love you guys thank you for reading stay safe and much, love <3

#ben barnes x reader #ben barnes #ben barnes imagine #billy russo x you #the punisher imagine

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elysianslove · 3 years

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ay yo? lmao haiiiii any chance we can get some haikyuu boys and nicknames they'd call their s/o? a lil deprived of kageyama, so if possible can you pls include him?? i hope you're doing well :)

omg wait i remember seeing this in my inbox and planning on answering it but i ,,, i forgot :( im sorry :( but here it is lovely <3

HAIKYUU BOYS AND NICKNAMES

ANGEL ! —

akaashi; out of all his nicknames for you, this is his favorite!! he just thinks it’s very fitting for you, because you’re nothing short of ethereal for him. loves to say it when he’s first greeting you or as he kisses you gn or!!! when he says thank you :)

osamu; it slips sometimes with him!! not his go-to but it’s very familiar on his tongue when it comes to you, and that’s very endearing :,) just slips casually when he’s asking you a question like, “angel, do we need milk?”

daichi; omg he usually adds to it and it ends up being some cheesy stuff like “angel-face” and it makes you all flustered because wtf man :( and he always says it while laughing teasingly too ugh :(

suna; suna has the cheesiest nicknames for you and you cannot convince me otherwise, and you can never tell if it’s genuine or ironic but,,, it doesn’t matter. he sounds so sweet calling you “angel” so whatever :)

aran; this man. this man. he says it cause he knows it has you weak. he says it so lovingly, so sweetly, so casually, so suave and relaxed and his voice is so smooth and deep. who wouldn’t be swooning over him???

aone; AONE AONE PLS AONE PLEASE. he’d just think it’s such a sweet and kind and soft nickname and he likes the way it sounds when it’s whispered and he thinks nothing is more perfect than nicknaming you angel and he says it all the time like “ok, angel,” and “see you tomorrow, angel,” and, “love you, angel,” and it’s so quiet but so sweet hwbwjsjd

oikawa; he’s about to be in 90% of these cause he’ll be calling you anything but your name. is it because he wants to be annoying and to get on your nerves? or is it because he genuinely means it? the world will never know. you’re not even sure he himself does.

DOLL ! —

matsukawa; are you kidding me this is his. it’s HIS. he sounds so hot saying it and he looks so hot saying it and he’s so charming and it’s so like easy on his tongue. and he has a slight drawl to it too and he always says it with this aura of relaxation and ease it’s so hot. he just. he loves it. he loves you. you love it. the world is a better place.

atsumu; he thinks he’s way cooler than he is when he says it. you suppose he is pretty hot when he calls you doll but you’re not gonna tell him that!!! it’s not his go-to but you can catch it slipping off his tongue every once in a while.

kuroo; yesyesyes he loves it. only ever says it when he’s so up close and personal with you like cups your cheeks and hovers his lips against yours like, “heya, doll,” and he’s just so handsome. ugh.

kageyama; at the start of your relationship, kageyama called you by your name and nothing else!! but then he had like this talk w someone and they asked him what he calls you and he realized like,,, am i supposed to be doing it differently??? spent so long just searching up “cute nicknames for my s/o” and then he found “doll” and was like ok. i’ll try. and he tried!! and it stuck!! plus timeskip kags calling you doll??? that’s so hot bye

oikawa; this might be the only sincere nickname he has for you cause everything else is either to provoke you or to be cringy and annoying. and i’m sure you prefer doll over sweet cheeks and pumpkin pie and cinnamon whatever like you hungry tōru?? anyways he loves loves loves calling you doll cause he thinks it’s such a ? smooth and serene nickname? and his voice always gets deeper and quiet when he says it so!!!!

SUNSHINE ! —

hinata; please he is all the sunshine, but he always claims that you’re the true sun in his life. idk hinata would be so lame yet so cute like that :( and he always says it with such a big grin he’s so cute pls :(

tendō; he’s so cute he’s so cute he’s so cute !!!!! your contact name is “my sunshine” definitely definitely definitely. he is literally in love with you and wants the whole world to know it. he loves screaming it out for everyone to hear but also absolutely adores like hugging you from behind and whispering in your ear as he kisses your cheek, “hey, sunshine.” :(((((

kenma; kenma doesn’t wanna think too hard on the whole nicknames thing but he also does kind of sort of really wants to call you something special and the first thing that pops in his head is sunshine. first time he used it you were Shocked but he was acting nonchalant about it (read: freaking out on the inside) and you were like “ok guess im sunshine now.” and you are his sunshine to this day.

BABY/BABE ! —

atsumu; it’s easy and it’s endearing!! he personally loves being called babe but he loves hugging you close to him after a long day and just sighing, “hey, baby,” like. he loves it okay. he thinks it’s perfect cause it fits and cause it’s like kinda traditional yk!!

bokuto; he loves calling you baby cause he just cannot fathom that you’re his like he loves to always say it!!! and he loves how casual it is too like he can just call you that?? that’s so cool??

iwaizumi; again with the traditional but endearing and fitting. he doesn’t have to think too hard on it, but also it still means something and is more than just your name or a shorter version of it. also he sounds so hot calling you baby or babe idk i just know it.

hanamaki; king of “babe! babe :( babeeee! babee. babe come on! babe! baby :(” you’re 99% sure he’s just provoking you at this point. like say babe one more time. but he actually loves resorting to baby, especially when you’re upset and he wants to be as endearing and kind as he can to you.

daichi; very traditional too tbh. honestly when you two first started dating it was all he could think of saying without feeling awkward or feeling like he was trying too hard. later on when he started to feel more comfortable and more secure he got more creative.

nishinoya; he has been waiting for this moment his whole life. the moment he can actually call someone his baby or babe. it’s his favorite and possibly only nickname (aside calling you pretty or gorgeous or handsome) and it will always be.

MY LOVE ! —

akaashi; definitely definitely definitely calls you “my love” like i am 100% sure of this. akaashi is just so. he’s just so romantic but it’s also so unintentional? he says it because it feels natural and it feels right like you are his love after all, aren’t you?

sakusa; he’s not one for elaborate nicknames honestly, and he feels like “my love” is the right balance of sweet, kind, fitting, and subtle and serene. it’s not doing too much but it’s also doing more than enough yk? also people that look like they would wear a trench coat/blazer and a turtleneck beneath also look like they would use the term “my love” hence sakusa and akaashi.

tendō; i am telling you guys he is a simp. the loveliest simp ever. he says it so sweetly too like it genuinely makes your tummy twist and heart backflip when you hear him say it cause you can hear how genuine he is in his words oh my god.

kita; he just !!! he is just husband material okay!!! he is so endearing and he says it in the softest most genuine voice ever and it’s literally his go to because yes you are his love you’re his entire world!!! he loves you!! he wants you to know it every time he calls out to you!!

BUNNY/PUPPY ! —

bokuto; ARE YOU KIDDING ME. HE LOVES IT. he. loves it. he just finds it so cute and like. he loves the way he associates it with you now. prefers puppy over bunny but like. he loves both. he adores both.

matsukawa; calls you bunny all the time. not more than doll, but it’s definitely so common. he won’t use it around others not because it’s embarrassing but more because he kinda wants it to be just a thing between the two of you, honestly.

kenma; IT SLIPPED ONCE AND HE WAS LIKE. A DEER CAUGHT IN THE HEADLIGHTS. he calls you bunny!! sometimes, not always. when he wants something from you mostly. “pass me the water.” “no.” “bunny please :(” it works like magic every time.

oikawa; oh my god can you imagine??? he loves it so much because one, he thinks it’s such a cute nickname props to whoever decided let’s use pets as literal pet names, but also two, he thinks nothing describes you or fits you better. you are just his bunny :( his puppy :( he loves you :(

kageyama; timeskip kageyama calls you puppy. i have nothing more to say.

hinata; timeskip hinata calls you puppy. again, i shall say no more.

suna; hello !!! he loves to call you bunny and/or puppy. the feel of satisfaction he gets when he calls you that like ,,, he feels like you’re properly his yk? yk.

KITTEN ! —

kuroo; this one is for him and only him.

LOVELY ! — (maybe sweetheart too)

osamu; is there anything more beautiful than a tired osamu snuggling up to yoi and with a deep gravely voice saying, “missed you, lovely,” ? no there is not. it’s his favorite nickname for you, and he uses it all the time!! kisses your forehead as he leaves and tells you, “have a good day, lovely,” and comes back home and says, “hiya, lovely,” and tilts his head when you wanna talk to him about something like, “what’s up lovely?” cause you are his lovely, you’re his loveliest.

sugawara; i have no other explanation other than i can picture it perfectly. he thinks it’s the best choice of a pet name he’s ever chosen and thought of. and he loves the smile on your face whenever he says it, he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever <3

BAE ! —

hanamaki; is it a joke? is it not? both.

okay im sure i missed so many boys but i can’t think of any rn bc it’s like. hella late :( but i wanted to put something out for you guys!! point is, if i didnt mention a boy and you want to know, send me an ask!! and if i didn’t mention a nickname and you want to know that too? send me an ask well!! ill be happy to answer it <3

love u all mwah <3

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· I Don't Go In For Sweets ·

Request: by a lovely anon "set after the events of season 3. Tommy can't handle the company, he's still grieving and he has to be there for Charlie so Polly tells him she knows a girl from a good family to get married He ends up agreeing (aunt Pol can be very persuasive) but even though he's married, this new girl isn't considered as a wife. He doesn't really make any effort but his "wife" understands, he's a widowed father who lost his first wife only a year ago. However since they are...in this, she wants to make her time as enjoyable as possible for the both of them and for Charlie too. But no matter what Tommy makes it a point of honor to not let her in, to not let her replace Grace so he ignores her, he works more, tries to spend as little as possible in the house. Reader stays patient, it will be alright and Charlie is making her quite busy anyway. One night, Tommy comes home completely drunk and maybe a bit high too, he can't even make it to his office. Thankfully Reader is still awake, she takes care of him and Tommy just...melts at how gentle Reader is, he may be able to keep his distant while sober but it's much harder in his state. He admits to her how he's been feeling and all. Ever since that night, something changed, Tommy feels some comfort, some solace being around her, she accepts him wholly, even his flaws, the bad side of his business and she tries to provide some sort of safe place for when it gets too hard." (I edited the request because it was very long, but I kept all essential parts in there)

Author’s note: I loved loved loved writing this and it ended up being SUPER long, but I’m very happy with how it turned out. As always, I hope you like it and have the loveliest of days!

Warnings: season 3 SPOILERS sort of, but not really, still read at your own risk. Arranged marriage, mentions of alcohol and drugs, angst.

“Thomas, you may not be able to see it, but you’re breaking apart” Polly spoke with a sigh as she lit a cigarette after everyone was dismissed from a family meeting.

Everyone had left Tommy’s office in arrow house rather gaily after receiving their fair compensations for partaking in the whole Russian ordeal, all except Polly, who remained where she sat, wishing for a word with her nephew

Tommy merely scoffed at her concern before lighting his own cigarette and taking a puff “I’ll be alright”

“And Charlie?” Pol pressed knowing Tommy’s mourning was not only affecting him, but Charlie as well. “What about him?”

“He’s fine” He said before turning around to look through the window, ignoring his Aunt’s heavy stare.

“You take too much after your mother” she sighed half angry half sad “she too loved pretending everything was alright and I don’t need to remind you where that lead her”

Tommy sighed deeply, he knew he could fool anyone. Anyone but Polly. “We’ll manage”

“Consider my offer” Polly said standing up and making her way to the door “Y/n is a good girl from a good family” she persuaded before leaving the room.

Tommy sighed at his Aunt’s words, he wasn’t ready to get married again even when he knew the woman he would be marrying was a nice one. He felt like he was spitting on Grace’s grave and he hated himself for even considering the prospect, but he knew a mother figure would be good for Charlie.

He spent the rest of the day pondering about Polly’s suggestion and remembering his own childhood in the shadow of the absent tortured presence that his mother had been. It didn’t take him long to decide he didn’t want that for Charlie, so that same night he phoned Polly.

“I’ll do it” was all he said before hanging up. There was no need for more words, Polly would know exactly what he meant.

Exactly a week later, Tom was standing in the altar of a church that was significantly smaller than the one from his first wedding. The fact that everything about this wedding was so obscenely different from his first did soothe his guilt a bit. And as he stood there he couldn’t keep his mind from traveling to the days leading up to his wedding to Grace. She had made sure everything was perfect and had made an effort to invite every single relative she could think of. She remembered her rambling on an on about fabrics, insisting that everything ought to be perfect when he in all honestly couldn’t care less, he just wanted to marry her.

All his thoughts vanished away with a poof when Y/n came into sight. And what a sight she was. She had insisted on doing her own makeup and on pinning flowers to her hair to compliment her headpiece and her elegant, yet simple white dress flowed almost mystically as her father gave her away. She had never imagined she would be marrying someone she didn’t know, but she wanted to look her best for getting married is not something people do everyday.

When she stood in the altar, she offered her to be husband a smile which he did not return, instead turning his attention to the priest before them. She mirrored his actions, her heart beating violently under her chest as the priest began speaking.

It all felt like a blur, she could swear it had only been a second since her father had given her away and yet, the priest had already uttered the dreaded “you may now kiss the bride”

Tommy barely brushed his lips against hers and soon the sound of everyone clapping invaded her ears. They had a small party afterwards in Y/n’s former house. Her parents had invited pretty much all of their acquaintances while tommy had only invited his close relatives.

When night fell Tommy was more than ready to leave “Are you ready to go?” was one of the few sentences he uttered to his now wife that night.

She again offered him a smile before saying “yeah just let me say goodbye”

The drive to arrow house was tense, although Y/n didn’t know Thomas very well she would tell he was unhappy. She wondered about what to say to him, but couldn’t come up with anything good enough and soon enough they were pulling over in front of Tommy’s stately home.

“Charlie must already be asleep, but I'll introduce you tomorrow” he said opening Y/n’s door for her.

“It’s alright” she said looking at him, not quite knowing what to do next.

“Your parents sent some of your belongings, I've already asked the maids to take them up to your-our room” he said

“Thank you, Thomas” she smiled as she walked into the big house not yet feeling close enough to him to call him Tommy.

His name falling from her lips caused an echo of bittersweet emotions to stir inside him but he masked it perfectly well as she introduced Y/n to the maids that went to the door to take their coats.

“Frances here will show you the way to the room” he said after having made introductions.

“This way, Mrs” Frances politely said.

Y/n began following her but stopped when she didn’t hear Tommy’s footsteps behind her own.

“Are you not coming?” she asked turning to look at him.

“Maybe in a bit” was all he said before he walked away down one of the many spacious hallways of the house.

After Y/n made herself comfortable in the room and changed into her nightgown she took the time to peek around the room like one always does when one is a strange place. After familiarizing herself with it she laid down in the big bed. She was nervous, she knew what happened on wedding nights. A small chuckle stopped at her lips when she recalled the stories her close already married girlfriends told her. If she hadn’t married a complete stranger she too would be looking forward to it.

Her thoughts ended up luring her to sleep after a while despite her nerves and the night went by in a ridiculously fast flash. The next morning she woke up alone and after getting ready she made her way downstairs. Tommy and Charlie were already in the dining room when she entered it.

“good morning” she said

Charlie immediately turned his attention to her, his eyes widening while his dad merely glanced at her while he muttered a “Good morning “ of his own.

Y/n sat down next to Tommy while he cleared his throat “charles, this is Y/n. We got married yesterday so she’ll be living with us from now on”

Charlie merely nodded in understanding before playing around with his food.

A tense air flooded breakfast until Tommy stood up, having barely touched his food and spoke turning to look at Y/n “I have to go now, if you need anything feel free to ask Frances”

“Alright” Y/n replied feeling a bit disappointed, she would love to get to know him, but she already knew it was going to be difficult.

“I have to go too” Charlie announced in a timid voice, interrupting Y/n’s thoughts. Despite her disappointment she understood, maybe he was just shy and his dad just reticent. They had lost a wife and a mother after all.

The first few days after that, Charlie avoided her nearly as much as his father did and Y/n remained in lonely patience until one night Charlie’s cries interrupted her focus on the book that she had just bought. She rushed to his room and called out his name as she entered not knowing if the boy would be comfortable with her or not.

“What is it?” she asked worried as she knelt by his bed.

“I miss my mum” the boy confessed looking at her with teary eyes as he clutched his blanket.

Y/n felt her heart give a small ache at his confession and in an attempt to comfort him she spoke “She’s not really gone, you know?”

“She’s dead” the boy sobbed.

“but people who die, don’t leave us. Not really anyhow” she said hesitantly rubbing his arm. “just because we cant see them doesn’t mean they are not here”

“I miss seeing her” he continued.

“Oh but you can still see her”

“how”

“before you go to bed just think about her, then she’ll visit you in your dreams” Y/n spoke as if she was telling a fairy tale.

“really?” the boy’s eyes widened.

“really” Y/n confirmed “But you have to think really really hard”

“I’ll try” Charlie said having calmed down a bit.

“very well” Y/n said as she stood up, but Charlie’s voice stopped her.

“can you stay till I fall asleep?”

After that night, Charlie hardly left Y/n’s side and she felt much better with his company for she was sure if he wasn’t there keeping her on her toes all day she would fall into a depressive chasm induced by her husband’s absence.

On the rare moments he was home she tried to strike up conversation with him over breakfast or late at night when he came home and she was burdened by insomnia. But Tommy only humored her with a few short responses before excusing himself or turning to face the other side of the bed.

It wasn’t only the fact that he avoided her as much as he could, but he also made it a priority to exclude her at all times. She was never invited into family meetings or night’s at The Garrison so she thought it was a miracle when tommy didn’t oppose to her planning Charlie’s birthday party.

She invited only Tommy’s family which instantly warmed up to her, noticing what a good influence she was and Polly wanted to slap Thomas for the way he had been acting throughout his marriage to Y/n. Almost feeling guilty for getting her into this mess.

When the party ended Tommy shut himself in his office like he often did when he was at home and though he had never given Y/n a reason to believe she was welcome in there of all places, she found herself allowing herself in after putting Charlie to bed.

Tommy looked up as she entered and let out a sigh before turning his attention back to some papers he had been reading.

“I noticed you didn’t have any” she commented not letting his sigh deflate her as she laid a plate with a slice of homemade chocolate cake on his desk. “it’s really good if I may say so myself” she mused sitting down in a chair opposite to his as she dug in with a fork in her own slice.

“I don’t go in for sweets” he stated.

“Not even chocolate?” Y/n tried, but tommy didn’t answer, instead he just shook his head.

“I still think you should try it, it’s not overly sweet, and…”

“is there anything you need?” he interrupted bluntly a bit harsher than he would’ve liked.

His tone caught her off guard and when she couldn’t come up with an answer tommy again turned his attention back to his papers.

“I wish you could let me in” She softly confessed after a few tense seconds.

“Well I wish we hadn’t married but I guess things don’t always go the way we want them to go”

Tommy knew he had crossed a line by the silence that again settled into the room. He looked up at Y/n with her parted lips and misty eyes. They exchanged glances for a second but instead of allowing him to see her like that any longer, she stood up setting her plate on his desk and walked away, only allowing a few tears to drop by when she was out of the room and his sight.

After that she stopped trying to get closer to him. He still loved his late wife and she understood, people in grief never mean what they say after all, but his words stung nonetheless.

She stopped trying to wait for him at night to see if he had gotten home alright and during breakfast she only uttered polite good mornings.

One night however, Y/n was yanked out of a peaceful sleep by a loud crash. She was on her feet in no time and after checking into Charlie’s room to see if he was alright she cautiously ventured downstairs. A few incoherent mumbles filled her ears before her husband came into sight, fumbling with his coat to get it off.

“need help?” she asked earning his attention.

“I’m fine” he said finally taking it off but as he went to take a step to begin walking the floor under him moved and he lost his balance, his knees crashing loudly against the wooden floor.

Y/n offered him a hand and helped him up. He smelled of whiskey and cigarettes, his hands were shaky, consequence of the snow, no doubt. “let’s get you upstairs”

“I can do it on me own” he slurred letting go of her hand.

“stop being so stubborn” she derided, snaking one of her arms around his waist as she helped him upstairs.

Y/n helped him into bed, tookoff his shoes and went to the bathroom to fetch a small towel and some cold water.

She dampened the towel with the cold water before dabing it gently on Tommy’s forehead. His eyes never leaving her face as she did so, making her grow a bit nervous. She continued, trying her best to ignore it until she felt his hand softly caressing her cheek.

“You are beautiful” he rasped.

“Stop it, Thomas” she said feeling her cheeks grow red when she felt a bit sad that he had to be completely drunk to compliment her.

Even in his drunken state he seemed to notice he was making her uncomfortable so he held his tongue until Y/n laid in bed next to him after turning on the lights.

“I’m sorry” he interrupted the silence “For the way I’ve been acting” the whiskey and cocaine making him more vulnerable and open “I guess I was afraid that if I let you in then she would disappear”

He didn’t expect her to answer, but then her voice came in a soft exhausted tone“ I don’t intend to replace her. You don’t need to act all defensive and secretive. Even if it’s not what you wanted, we are married.”

“I Know” was all he said.

Y/n expected him to withdraw more from her after showing himself that vulnerable to her that night but she was wrong. He began arriving home earlier, sometimes even asking if he could come along on the walks she and Charlie so much adored going on. And Y/n finally felt her marriage was going somewhere maybe it wasn’t based on love yet, but it was something.

One day she was at the stables while Charlie was taking a nap. She had always adored horses.

“I didn’t know you liked horses” came Tommy’s smooth voice causing her to jump.

“You never asked” she smiled petting a black horse as he walked closer to her.

“We could go out for a ride, I’m sure Charlie wouldn’t mind letting you borrow his horse” Tommy offered as he too began to pet the horse, his fingers brushing against Y/n’s for a brief second.

“I’d love to, but I am afraid I don’t know how to ride, Tommy” she said, panicking for a second after having called him that. But she rested assured as soon as he spoke again.

“Well that can be fixed” he said opening the door of the stall and guiding the horse outside.

“You mean now?” Y/n asked with a laugh.

“Got something better to do?” he asked walking out of the stable with the horse. Y/n observed tommy as he prepared the horse. She had never seen him so gentle and calm before and she only realized she had been staring when Tommy directed his attention to her to ask her if she was ready.

“I think so” she said going to stand next to the horse wondering how the hell to climb up. But before she had any more time to think she felt Tommy’s hands on her waist giving her a push that allowed her to pull herself up on the animal. It was a good thing she had chosen to wear slacks that day, she thought.

“Goodness this is high” she said nervously looking down at Tommy when he began guiding the horse to move in a slow walk.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall” he promised repressing a mirthful tone at her nervousness.

He guided the horse with her around the property in the crisp evening air and Y/n allowed herself to relax with every step the horse took. Tommy’s presence made her feel safe and protected and she found it increasingly harder to look away from his figure. She wondered if he could feel her eyes on him.

When the sky began turning soft shades of purple and orange the pair returned to the stables. When the time came from Y/n to come down from the horse, tommy helped her again. Y/n began to love the feeling of him touching her and when her feet touched the ground in front of Thomas, he didn’t remove his hands from her waist right away and instead fixed his blue eyes on her, not wanting to stop looking at her.

She too fixed her eyes on Tommy as she felt a silent gasp in the base of her throat. That was the way she would’ve liked him to look at her on their wedding day. Tommy then leaned in, almost as if he were asking for permission before he tenderly pressed his lips to Y/n’s.

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vechkinfan · 2 years

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Lost In The Shadows ~ (Part 2)

A/N: Thanks to everyone who hearted and gave awesome comments about the last part! Hope you like this next installation. Thanks to @alycu1 for the help with flushing out ideas! And a special thanks to @readingafterdarkness who left the loveliest comment last chapter <3

Words: ~4.6k

Pairing: The Lost Boys X OFC, slowly turning into a Dwayne X OFC

Warnings: Sassy comments, fluff, and since Dwayne doesn't ever get enough love, all the Dwayne one could ever want!

Summary: Charlie finds herself in need of a ride, and a certain Lost Boy is more then happy to help out.

Part 1 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

It had started out as a normal Wednesday shift, Charlie getting in around noon and holding down the video store by herself till Max arrived around seven. She had planned to immediately retreat back to her apartment, tallying up another successful day of avoiding the blonde terrors. Who thankfully, had either found another poor soul to bother or drove their motorcycles off the nearest cliff. Heavens know they all rode like the devil was chasing them.

However her plan was foiled as Max asked her to run a few manila envelopes full of legal documents over to the lawyers office. Max was trying to obtain another store location a few towns over in hopes to make a second VideoMax, but it appeared the previous owner was giving him grief about the original deal they agreed upon.

Of course she agreed without hesitation, promising to swing back around once she was finished to let him know everything was delivered.

Charlie had barely stepped out the door onto the boardwalk when she heard someone clear their throats from behind her. Her brain knew on some level it wasn't probably anyone trying to signal for her attention, and if it was Paul he would have just shouted in her direction. So Charlie ignored it and let her leather boot clad feet carry her in the direction she thought the lawyers office was in.

"You hard of hearing? Or just good at ignoring people." A voice called out from behind her, causing Charlie to glance over her shoulder. Eyes instantly landing on the tall, brooding brunette that Paul and Marko tended to hang out with. The ‘quiet one’ as she had dubbed him in her mind.

He was leaning against the side of the VideoMax with his arms crossed over his chest, causing his leather jacket to bunch around his shoulders and only display his bare torso even further for her to see. A playful smirk pulled at the corner of his lip as he watched her from his spot on the wall. A type of smirk that she had grown accustomed to when dealing with the lot of them. It was like they were all in on some joke and Charlie was left in the dark.

"What? You the reinforcements for tonight?" Turning herself around to face him, Charlie glanced down the boardwalk on either side of him. Half expecting the two blondes to be somewhere amongst the crowd. But when she saw neither she looked back at the brunette, taking a few steps towards him till she stood beside his tall form.

He said nothing at her comment, instead his smirk only widened as she grew closer. Amused by her choice of words.

Getting a little annoyed at the boy's silence, when he was the one to call her over to begin with, Charlie mimicked his stance, crossing her arms over her chest. "What?” She asks again. “Are the blondes upset I haven’t swooned every time they bat their eyes in my direction? They thought they’d send a brunette to win me over instead?”

The boy's face finally cracked as he let out a deep laugh. Finding her astute awareness of the situation, refreshing. "She’s smart… I like that. We could use another brain in the bunch.” He sidles closer to her, making her back up until she bumps into the side of the brick building. Resting his arm over her head leaning in close but still not touching her. “I’d rather take orders from you than look at David’s ugly mug all the time. What do you say, sweetheart? Wanna go somewhere? Have a little fun?”

Charlie stares at him briefly, the two of them eye to eye, mixed in with the winding down chaos of the boardwalk. She fights desperately against the urge to fall for his sweet talk. To blink up at him with doe-like, love struck eyes, enamored that such an attractive guy like himself would say things like that to her. But she isnt stupid, mentally slapping herself back into reality, as she ducked under his arm and away from his imposing form.

"Only place I'm going is back to work after I take," she lifts up her stack of envelopes from Max,"this to wherever it needs to be delivered."

She can see him smirking coyly at her evasiveness, and Charlie fights the urge to roll her eyes. Slightly annoyed that he seemed like his mastermind tricks should have worked on her. "Look buddy, I know whatever this is," she vaguely gestures to his leather jacket, bare chest, bad boy get up, "works for other girls. But I know this is just a game to you guys, so just take the two blondies and go after an easier target. There's hundreds of girls on the boardwalk, bother one of them. Bother all of them, I really don't care."

He straightens up and smiles wider. Their game of cat and mouse still at play.

"Where’s the fun going after something easy? I like a challenge.” He loops his thumbs through his belt, flashing her what appeared to be his best smile, looking completely at ease. "‘Sides, I’ve ‘bothered’ most of the girls worth bothering around here, so have the two," he chuckles, repeating what she had called Marko and Paul, “‘blondies’.”

He looks her over, assessing carefully. Noticing how her nose scrunched up at the mention of his friends. “Not a fan of those, huh? Blondes? Then again,” he shrugs, his arms out to his sides, “you never did say anything about David."

"I never said I wasn't a fan of blondes, I just said your two blondes don’t make the cut." Sometimes Charlie opened her mouth before thinking, and now was one of the moments. She could just tell by the glimmer of smug mischief that danced behind the boy's eyes.

"I’ll have to let him know it’s not a total lost cause then.”

Lost cause? His words echo in her thoughts as she wonders what he could mean by that. But she had little time to dwell on them, instead she shifted her weight between her feet as she watched him walk away. Wondering if her nightly encounter was over yet.

He smirked and slowly meandered over to his bike park by the side of the building, straddling it with ease. Flicking his hair over his shoulder once he was situated. “You sure I can’t give ya a ride? It’s faster than hoofin’ it.”

Charlie wasn't too keen on the way he looked her over, like he was trying to catch any slip in her expression as he spoke. She had never experienced someone probing her for answers, but this certainly felt like what was happening. Not that she would draw that to his attention, she'd store that piece of information away in the back of her mind for later.

It had to be a part of why they were all following her around relentlessly, well not all. David had yet to show his face since he drove his bike up to meet her on the boardwalk. The other blondes though, it seemed like every night they were popping up uninvited into her routine.

However when he offers her a ride, there's a brief moment when Charlie's brain shouts NO at her. She chanced fate by hitchhiking to Santa Carla already, she didn't need to chance fate again by getting on some random guy's motorcycle. Who may or may not dice her into hundreds of pieces and throw them off the boardwalk into the ocean. But she really had no idea how far away she was headed, even after being in Santa Carla for almost three months now, Charlie still didn't know her way around that well. By bike it'd be so much quicker than walking and he may actually come in handy finding the office building.

"Fine, but this doesn't make us friends or anything. I'll let you call this payment for Paul and Marko bothering me all the time at work." Charlie pointed her finger at him as she tentatively approached the bike.

His bike was monstrous though. She's ridden before, her brother had a dirt bike that she rode around on in their backyard a million times before when she was younger. But this was a beast of a machine that put a regular old dirt bike to shame.

Dwayne huffs an amused laugh at how standoffish she suddenly got. It was kinda cute that she thought she could try to tell him what to do, when in reality he could easily kill her before anyone even noticed them talking outside the video store. But at the same time he was filing information away for later, especially that she hadn't technically said anything negative about him yet, mainly Marko and Paul and if he read between the lines, David as well.

He preens a little at that fact but tries not to let it show on his face.

“Whatever you say, princess.” He smiles again and jerks his head for her to get on behind him before revving the bike to life. “Just hop on and wrap your arms around me.” He yells over the roaring sound of the bike. “You’re gonna want to hold on tight.” He winks at her and twists the handles to rev the bike again.

Charlie can't help the small smile tugging at her lips as she watches Dwayne rev the bike to life. The motor rumbling loudly, completely drowning out the screams from the coaster nearby. Maybe she judged him too quickly on the actions of his blonde friends, out of the three of them he was the first to actually offer to do something kind, and not straight up harass her.

"You're lucky I need this ride. But... Thanks either way." She shouts over the engine as she throws her leg over the bike. Using her free hand to rest against his shoulder to steady herself as she got on.

With Max's papers securely grasped in her left hand, she wraps her right arm around his waist, trying her best to still keep some room between them.

He was clearly not satisfied by her hold, grabbing her arm and pulling so she was holding him as tight as possible, causing her cheeks to warm from how close he was to him. "You work out a lot don't you?" Trying to make light of the situation, Charlie laughed nervously.

Her embarrassment over the situation didn't stop her hand from fanning out against his bare stomach. Fingers cautiously feeling the dark hairs she knew trailed under the waist of his black ripped jeans.

His smirk spreads into a cheshire grin as her hand splays against his lower abdomen, and only widens hearing her comment on his abs.

Lucky indeed he thinks to himself smugly as he was the only one of the gang to get this far with Charlie. Granted ‘this far’ was a mostly a one sided conversation followed by her holding on to him for her dear life while he eventually chauffeured her around town, but he’ll take the small victories. Because there was a chance this could get them an in with her and they finally start to understand what’s so special about Max’s little pet.

Max never, in all the time Dwayne knew him, took this long with turning any of them. If that even was his intention for her. Which he had his doubts about. David would have gotten a plan by now but it has been radio silence from the head honcho since she rolled into Santa Carla.

Feeling her adjust herself on his bike behind him he grins, sidetracked almost instantaneously by his added bonus of getting to physically cozy up with their little intrigue. Her arm was warm as she tentatively wrapped it around his waist. He pulls her closer though, until she’s flush against his back. Knowing she'd go flying off the back as soon as he took off, if she wasn't holding on well enough. Especially with how fast he planned on driving.

“You copping a feel, babe?” He asks over his shoulder. “You’re welcome to keep exploring but I’d be careful how low that hand of yours gets. I might just change my mind about what kind of ride I’m giving you.” He winks and slides her hand a little higher but holds it against him knowing she’ll probably try to pull away anyway. She certainly didn't seem the type of girl who had those intentions, but it didn't stop him from teasing her.

Not giving her time to back out because of his smartass reply, he kicks the stand out of the way with his boot and evens the bike out underneath them ready to drive. “Where we headed then, Charlie?” He asks as sweetly as he can over the sound of the motor.

If Charlie could die of embarrassment, she would have been struck down right there on the spot. This was one of the many reasons she preferred not to interact with people, she just wasn't good at having attention on her. Thankfully he couldn't get a good look at her from over his shoulder and it was one of the main reasons she didn't climb right off the bike, storm back into the VideoMax and crawl under the front counter.

Instead she desperately tried to play it cool again, ignoring the feeling of his cool hand still holding her's in place on his stomach. Lifting up the envelopes with her left hand so he could read the address. "Some lawyers office, Connelly and Connelly?"

Dwayne knew exactly where that was, and if he hadn't been waiting for her outside the store the poor girl would have been walking for at least a half hour in the pitch dark. Who knows what could have happened to her? The thought caused Dwayne to smirk to himself again, knowing the irony of the situation.

The office was on the complete opposite side of Santa Carla from where they were currently. He could make this ride longer if he took the back roads. Which was an idea he was leaning towards. More time to get a read on Max's little pet project. David would appreciate the effort. "I think I can get us there, you just hold on like I told you."

Charlie nodded her head, stuffing the envelopes into the inside pocket of her army jacket so they didn't fly away from her. Then she did as she was told and locked her grip around him, feeling him take off almost immediately. The pure speed being on the back of his bike was something she had never felt before, and the cool summer wind stung her cheeks. Causing her to shield her face in the back of his leather jacket, which smelled of motor oil, incense and tobacco. A combination that was surprisingly pleasant.

Even from behind him, she knew he was going way over the speed limit, as the streetlights whizzed by in an absolute blur. Speeding across the boardwalk like a bat out of hell. Causing the crowds of people to separate and yell at the two of them. He even got a boardwalk security guard to chase after the two of them briefly, but the guy gave up quickly knowing he'd never catch them. Dwayne just laughed, feeling her tighten her arms around him even firmer. Her fingers grasping at the edge of his open jacket for added security.

"You weren't joking were you." She shouts into his back. The wind muffling her voice, referring to him instructing her to hold on tight. "No wonder why Paul's hair looks like he went through a fucking wind tunnel all the time." It surprised her how relaxed she had started to feel with him, even finding the confidence to crack a little joke about his friend.

She knew it was wrong and utterly moronic on her part, they barely even knew one another. She didn't even know his name for Christ's sake. But that didn't stop her from suddenly feeling the way she did. The only logical explanation is - she has a bad brain.

He was just so very different from Marko and Paul, and she couldn't help but think he wasn't out to make her the butt end of a joke, like the other two.

"Remind me to tell him that." He chuckled loudly as he took a corner sharply, almost shifting Charlie off the back end of the bike.

"Watch it will you! I made it to Santa Carla in one piece. I don't want to die delivering mail on some dude's bike." Narrowing her eyes at his back, knowing he wouldn't see her. Charlie closed her legs around his body tighter, wondering if he did that intentionally. Cause it was clear he was loving every second of this interaction. He was, afterall, the first to get this far with her.

“Relax! I’m not even going as fast as I normally do.” Dwayne laughs again and pats the arm wrapped around his waist, slowing down as he pulls onto a straight away - but only slightly.

"Maybe, now!” She shouts back. “As in one second ago you stopped going that fast!”

Dwayne just shakes his head and smiles, the street lights whizzing by them at a considerable speed still. There wasn’t much farther to go, though he had turned down a few extra streets just to shake her up. Feeling her cling to him with her whole body was what kept him going, sensing his impromptu plan had worked perfectly.

The gang knew from their first encounter with her on the boardwalk that she was human, but that was weeks ago. The raging heart beat behind him now told him she still was, and that she wasn’t half turned either. Paul and Marko had confirmed that just from watching her. Plus Charlie hadn’t shown any of the tell tale signs like they had when they were waiting to make their first kill and she still didn’t now.

Nor did she seem keen to become one of them judging by her continuous complaints about his driving. Anyone seeking the unbridled adrenaline rush of tearing through the city as a vampire, without a care in the world, wouldn't be telling him to slow down.

She either had no idea they were vampires or was pretending not to know. Nothing about her screamed vengeful vamp slayer, and he couldn’t feel anything hidden on her person that would be able to be use to attack him. Plus Max seemed to trust her, so he wasn’t really concerned about that. So he leaned toward the not knowing option.

It was strange to think Max would keep her so close without letting her in on their shared secret. It was dangerous. But maybe he just planned to use her as a human front, a day runner for the business. Useful but expendable if shit went south. Santa Carla did tend to attract a lot of people that wouldn’t necessarily be missed, at least not to the extent of any sort of police investigation. It wouldn’t surprise him if she fell into that category.

Coming up on the brick building in question he pulls into the parking lot and shuts off the bike under the light of the street lamp. Planting his feet on either side before leaning the bike on the kickstand.

“Well… here we are.”

"Great,” she says, letting go of him as quickly as she can. Slipping off the back of the bike with more grace than she thought possible.

Charlie gave him a quick glance before she made her way to the office door. Trying to even out her heart rate at the same time, taking a few calming breaths to clear her head. The adrenaline rush from the speed and the close contact really seemed to mess with her head. Don't get her wrong, Charlie had a few boyfriends back when she attended college, but none of them ever triggered a response like this.

Perhaps it was the intimate contact with an irritatingly attractive stranger who seemed to very much enjoy scaring the shit out of her with his lack of self preservation. Plus this was much more peopling then she was accustomed to, even compared to working at the VideoMax. At least there the majority of the people ignored her and barely said hello when she rang them out.

The office was dark inside, likely having closed a few hours ago. To her luck though, there’s an overhead light over the door. The mail slot just a foot or so up from the ground is easy enough to find and she wedges the envelope through. She exhaled with a sense of relief. Max would be happy, the papers got where they needed to be. But, turning around, she’s confronted with her tall dark rescuer, if you could call him that, leaning against his bike.

Right… Now she still had to get back.

“Okay,” he sniffs, “papers delivered.” He looks up at her, still standing by the door, and studies her for a moment. Cocking his head to the side with a questioning glance. “Are you really still on the clock or were you just sayin’ that to get rid of me?”

“… Maybe it’s both.”

He smirks again and it irks her a little. Was he ever not smirking? Were the lot of them ever not smirking was a better question. She thinks she liked it better when he just brooded from afar.

“The only reason I’m asking is ‘cause I can drive you back if you want, or,” he pauses, “maybe you wanna go have some fun.” He shrugs.

She crosses her arms, shifting her weight to one foot. Looking him over cautiously, trying to read the intent in his eyes. He’d gotten her this far, sure, but she still didn’t know him from a whole in the wall. And if he hangs out with those other two jerks, who knows what his interpretation of fun is.

“I think I’m safer with the driving home option. I don’t even know your name and you drive like a fucking insane person.”

“Ah come on, I thought you could handle it!” He argues. “Besides, the faster I go the more of an excuse you have to fondle these abs you’ve been checking out.”

“I wasn’t… I-I didn’t,” she splutters, heat immediately flooding her cheeks at the implication. She had not been checking him out. “You told me to hold on!”

Dwayne belts out a laugh, clapping at her reaction in genuine amusement. “You’re adorable! Ya know you’re real easy to rattle, sweetheart.”

“And you’re an asshole” She turns in a huff and starts stalking back down the road they came up by. “Consider the payment made, you don’t have to make up for your friends anymore.”

"You’re really gonna walk back?” He asks in disbelief. Still laughing, as he watches her stalk down the sidewalk.

“Yes,” she answers, not bothering to look at him.

“In the dark?” He questions further, his smile evident even in the way his voice sounded. It makes Charlie grit her teeth.

“Yes.” She states plainly.

“Okay,” he shrugs, “but, even knowing the way, it’s at least a half hour back on foot,” he mentions, straddling his bike. “I’d double that, maybe even triple it, considering you have no idea where you're going.”

She slows down realizing he’s right. They’d been going incredible fast and she’d been more concerned with staying on the bike than looking at street signs. Well shit… She knew they had turned on to this street all the way at the end, but had they come from the left or the right? And even after that… it was all a blur. Literally...

She startles when the motorcycle roars to life behind her, too in her own head to notice he had climbed back on. Whipping around worried that he’s going to leave her there, wishing she had changed her mind about the ride a little sooner. But before she can even say anything he pulls up beside her.

“Or, it’s a 15 minute drive,” he continues. “10 if I’m driving.” He gives her a smug smile as she looks at him.

She sighs in half defeat and half relief, he however smiles in triumph. Clearly happy that he had talked some sense back into her.

“Come on, I’ll take you back. No funny business.”

She glares at him. “I mean it, I promise.” He puts his left hand on his chest and raises his right like he’s giving a court oath.

She hesitates, but how else was she going to get home? In either direction all she could see on this road were dark office fronts, there wouldn’t be anyone around to help her out if something happened and she ran into trouble. She sighs knowing she has no other option but to accept his offer.

“I’m going to regret this aren’t I?” She mumbles as she reluctantly swings her leg over the bike behind him.

“There we go! She’s not hopelessly stubborn after all.” He lifts his elbows out to the side so she can hold onto him. “You know the drill… Unless you want to sit in front this time. Maybe let me wrap my arms around you for a change.”

“Just drive,” she grounds out, wrapping both arms around his waist this time. Trying her best not to rest her head on his back, despite the temptation.

"Another time then." He twisted the handles of his bike again, revving it, taking off down the road without a second thought.

True to his word, he delivered her back to the front doors of the VideoMax in one piece. He only really sped when they hit a few straightaways, so it took him his estimated ten minutes to get back to the boardwalk. Charlie didn't say anything though. Instead she just enjoyed the ride for what it was, even letting go of his waist briefly to let her hand drag through the wind.

Turning off his engine and flicking the headlight off, he adjusted himself so he could keep the bike standing upright without the kickstand. Extending one hand out to help Charlie climb off the back.

"Thanks for the ride." She stood in front of him, running a hand through her wind whipped hair. Trying her best to tame it down,"and not leaving my stubborn ass behind."

"Anytime, bade." He shrugged casually, turning his head to look into the darkened video store windows. Almost as if he was trying to hide another one of his smirks. "You sure I can't convince you to join me in some late night fun?"

Charlie laughed softly, shaking her head at his attempt. Persistent but nowhere near the level of his friends, so she gave him credit for that. "I've had more than enough fun for a while. Thanks though." Shuffling her boots against the weatherworn boards anxiously, she started to turn and head around back towards her apartment door.

"Dwayne."

She stopped mid stride, turning her head over her shoulder to give him a raised brow in confusion.

"The name's Dwayne." He smiled. "You said earlier you didn't know my name, so now you do."

Looking down and then back at Dwayne, Charlie couldn't help but smile softly at him. Thinking how this night would have ended a lot differently if it had been Paul who found her.

"Goodnight, Dwayne." With a small salute she took off around the edge of the building.

"Night, Charlie." He mumbled quietly to himself, watching her carefully as she disappeared from his view.

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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years

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While You Sleep

Chapter 4

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: angst, mention of violence, slow burn Summary: Soulmate!AU - Throughout life, you’re given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate reads great books or volunteers in their spare time. But you can’t relate as your dreams end up being more like nightmares. Through initial images of death and violence, you come to learn your soulmate is the Winter Soldier.

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Hope was surprisingly actually kept alive as suddenly you were seeing the blonde-haired super soldier every morning. Sometimes even in the afternoon. While his order never changed -- quite the man with a plan as he certainly liked to stick to a routine -- he became much more talkative.

It started out as the littlest things. Steve would bid you a good morning or ask you about some breaking news he saw the other day. You entertained the chit-chat quite well in between orders. Steve had practically taken over the seat at the bar, the same one you had offered him that one nerve-wracking day.

Wondering what he would ask you about each day certainly helped to keep your mind off things. Granted, it didn’t totally block out the fact you were speaking to your soulmate’s best friend, but the conversations mixed with that tinge of hope sure did keep thought about the nightmares at bay.

Nothing was exactly progressing or regressing with the nightmares. They were at a sort of standstill in your mind. They were filled with violence but still were of older times, decades ago. The emotions, though, were not letting up. If you didn’t wake up with vivid imagery of knives being flung and guns being loaded, you sure did wake up with a roller coaster of feelings rushing through you.

But what was felt from your soulmate didn’t exactly align with what the nightmares told. The small glimpses of Bucky’s eyes as the Winter Soldier wasn’t filled with… anger, sadness, regret. They were just… eyes. They held little to nothing outside of stoic determination. If lines were getting crossed, you weren’t sure. You still walked around feeling like a freakshow on display despite the fact no one, especially your coworker who had seen you initially crash and burn, ever asked you about the soulmate “dreams.”

Well, that was until Steve started getting more comfortable at the coffee shop.

One afternoon, he had apparently decided to get bold. He was lounging at the little bar area and you could feel his eyes watching you clean up some syrup bottles.

Steve broke the silence, asking you something that he typically always did: “How are you?”

You shrugged with your back still facing him. “I’m doing okay, Steve. How are you?”

“No,” he let out an awkward cough. Your brows furrowed as you turned to him, abandoning your task. “How are you?” He asked with such a pointed look that your heart sank.

You fumbled with the rag you were still holding, trying to look anywhere but at Steve -- but his demanding presence didn’t allow for it.

“If I’m being honest, not much is getting better,” you admitted. “I still see things, sure, but it's really about the feelings I get. They are so strong but I don’t know how. The dreams are like old memories or something, I’m not sure anymore.”

Steve nodded then looked down at his lukewarm coffee. You didn’t know how he didn’t get tired of that stuff, but you were past thinking he actually came in for the coffee anymore.

“Thought they would’ve lightened up by now,” Steve eventually said. Your eyes shot to him. Every other word out of this man’s mouth seemed to stun you. You were nearly convinced he knew everything.

You wanted to tread on this, but carefully.

“Why…” you sighed. “Why do you say that?”

“Hmm?” Steve hummed as if he didn’t hear your question. Your eyes narrowed in confusion.

“I asked, why do you say that?”

He looked away, this time at the lines of syrup bottles behind you. He seemed lost in thought, his eyes shining with concern. Maybe he just needed that push and you wanted him to confirm… something, anything.

Steve snapped back to you suddenly. “Just thought since it’s been a few weeks it’d be better.”

You looked to the ceiling, taking a deep breath. “Steve, do you-,”

You were abruptly cut off by Steve getting up and placing his empty coffee mug on the counter. “Thanks for the coffee.” That was his final parting words for the day before he walked out of the shop, leaving you standing there confused and annoyed.

But this wasn’t going to be over. Especially not after you went home that night, settled into bed, and gave into the nightmares. While still past memories, they were only a few years old. And featured Steve. Flashed of a bruised, tragic-looking Captain America played out quickly. The feelings washing over you were those of strong love but even stronger regret. Everything pounded in you as the nightmares played, coming in a weird kaleidoscope of clips. The hurt you felt was overwhelming. But there was also just so much… Worry. Fear. Your soulmate was afraid. Afraid of what exactly, you didn’t know, but he was consumed.

You woke up in the early morning hours, heart pounding, feeling raw from that nightmare. Everything felt powerful like the final straw was snapped in you. You needed stuff to lessen and, supposedly, that could come with actually meeting your soulmate. You didn’t know the logistics of it all, people had been so vague as they preferred to fawn over and treasure the initial dreams, but there were ideas out there about how once soulmates formally met they created new shared dreams. Together, through the connection. These could be just as bad or they could be just as good as the original telepath. No matter the fact, you needed something. You were begging for this pull to loosen. The world was setting you up with this man and you had to see about it. Maybe get some kind of closure, at least. You were exhausted from playing it safe with Steve. Everything from his dumbass vague phrases to his hovering gaze gave you your answers.

You were once again a woman on a mission, but this time you couldn’t hide behind a coffee counter and brewing espresso.

You called out of work but showed up at opening time. Your coworker stared at you in surprise when the bell rang but you just gave her a wave and made yourself comfortable at a table right by the door. You sat very still, staring at the glass door, watching the patrons.

A glance at the clock told you Steve was late for his usual coffee run but you weren’t giving in. If he had any inkling about your confusion he would show, be the confident man he could be and face you.

Thankfully, you were correct. It was mid-morning by the time Steve strolled in, definitely not surprised to see you patiently waiting. Your eyes locked immediately as he gave a defiant sigh. But he didn’t bypass you for the counter. Instead, after you gave a single nod, he sat at the table, directly across from you.

“Good morning,” Steve greeted you but he lacked that award-winning smile he always gave with it.

“Good morning,” you said, suddenly feeling iffy under his gaze. You had to practically shake yourself out of it to get back on track. You weren’t backing out, not after what you had felt last night. This would consume you after so many years. Your soulmate was going to consume you if you didn’t man up. “I think we need to talk.”

Steve nodded. “I agree.”

You sighed, a bit relieved. He possibly did know, your suspicions were confirmed. “These nightmares I have - they’re about-,”

“Bucky,” Steve answered so simply, you were almost jealous by how the name rolled off his tongue with ease. That was your soulmate and you could barely talk about him. But that was ending, you reminded yourself. Right now, you were taking steps. Life had become a whirlwind but maybe you needed it.

“Yes,” you confirmed. “Everything I see it’s from his days as… you know what.”

“The Winter Soldier.”

You groaned in annoyance with yourself. “I’m sorry, this is just so weird for me,” you said. “I just learned the other day him and I are… And it’s a lot. Everything is a lot. I see and feel so much in the nightmares that I needed to make progress or something but, truthfully, I don’t know how to go about any of this.”

Steve nodded, his eyes looking very sympathetic. He leaned forward, his arms now resting on the surface. You shifted in your seat, staring down at the wood patterns of the table. Steve didn’t seem to mind the lack of eye contact, though, as he began.

“I’ve known about you for a while,” Steve admitted. “When Bucky began getting back to himself he would talk about you every now and then. I-I don’t know when he realized it but he’d tell me bits of what he thought you looked like, where you went to school, the coffee shop you were always in… And, well, it didn’t take long for me to realize it was you he was seeing in dreams. But he doesn’t know that I see you nearly every day,” Steve let out a light chuckle, almost in disbelief of himself. “And he certainly doesn’t know the dreams he’s relaying to you. I don’t think he’s ever thought about it, honestly.”

Your heart jumped knowing your soulmate actually knew about you. Saw you. Got the loveliest dreams about you. It made you feel pretty good, really. You were glad you were giving him something light, relaxing, after everything he had seen. Maybe that was a fair trade. As long as your soulmate was okay.

“He doesn’t know I see all those… Things?” You asked, your voice dropping a bit timidly.

Steve sighed, shaking his head. “If I had to guess, it would have something to do with the fact that he’s remembering everything,” he said. “Everything he had done, the people and violence… All that comes back to him. He’s said he remembers it all. That’s probably the feelings you’re getting with the nightmares - him handling the aftermath.”

Your heart dropped at that. You lifted your gaze to meet Steve’s, seeing he was wearing a similar mix of sadness and worry. It was still strange to feel this ache when you were awake.

But you understood, at least, as much as you could. It sounded like there was some healing going on, with everything coming in waves. Did you like that you had to suffer because of it? No. But that was your soulmate and a deep part of you wanted to just take all that pain away for him personally.

“It’s not fair he has to deal with all this,” you said.

Steve agreed, “It’s not.”

“But I want to help,” you spoke with such sudden determination. Steve gave you a confused look. “Would he… Would he want to meet me?”

That look of surprise on him suddenly morphed into some form of relief, with a bit of a smirk playing on Steve’s lips.

“I think I could arrange that.”

“R-Really?” Your hands were practically shaking at this point but Steve seemed too cool and collected, almost proud of the situation he was concocting.

“If I’m being honest, he mentions something about you nearly every other day.”

Your jaw went slack, now making you the surprised one. “But you knew who I was. Why didn’t you just tell him?”

“Would you have honestly been comfortable if I just sent him in here?”

Well, he had you there. You sighed, shaking your head, sinking a bit in your seat.

“Yeah, he wouldn’t either,” Steve mumbled. “But it’ll be okay. I’ll figure out something.”

You nodded, maybe a bit too eager. “Thank you.”

Steve gave a small smile then averted his gaze to the table as if debating what to say next. You thought the conversation had wrapped up nicely but there was another thing you didn’t expect to hear about.

“You know,” Steve began, “back in the day, Buck never had any dreams and while now we know why,” he motioned towards you. You blushed. “We had just figured he didn’t have a soulmate or something. Like the world had just happened to screw up…” His voice trailed, letting out a brief sigh. “I can’t imagine his relief when he got the first images of you.”

Your heart swelled. It took everything in you not to choke out sobs. The feeling of hope and… love suddenly wash over you. It was such a distant feeling but it was all coming. Slowly, it was becoming an acquaintance.

“Do you have a soulmate, Steve?”

He nodded. “I did.” You frowned at the past-tense use of the word. “But that time has come and gone. I’m more than happy to help Bucky get his.”

The lovely feelings crept back, stronger than ever. Just the thought of being in the same area as your soulmate was making it bloom even more.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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yaomomvs · 3 years

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Hellow! Love your drabbles 😳 I saw your reqs were open for Shouto-kun: so can I ask a Drabble in which the reader is crushing on Shoto but feels completely unworthy of him, notably because she's from a very lower condition, something people often remind her while telling how Momo and him would make the perfect couple, because they're both from higher condition.. While reader is admittedly a hard-working person but has always been bullied for her modest origins? If you feel inspired ;o thanks :3

if i was a rich girl, yeah gwen stefani said that too

pairing: shoto todoroki x reader

little bit of angst? fluff!

warnings: self issues?? curse words??? not a warning but bakugou is reader’s best friend. also memories are in italics

plot: you couldn’t help comparing yourself to yaomomo, and clearly, your classmates comments didn’t help at all

notes: aaaa tysm i can’t believe this is my first request hopefully i did justice you your amazing idea! sorry for the delay i was in my last week b4 holiday vacation, hope you enjoy!

“i’m just sayin, todoroki and momo would definitely would look as an amazing couple wouldn’t they?”

it was kaminari’s words that were the final drop that broke the glass.

no, don’t misunderstand the situation, yaoyorozu was one of the sweetest, loveliest and most intelligent girls you’ve ever met.

but also one of the richest.

see, the thing is that you were not born in a “i have it all” family type of environment. you lived well, yes. but it’s for sure that your family did struggle way too many times in their way of spending money.

that’s why when you got into UA tears couldn’t stop falling through your face, you were finally able to do something about that. you always wanted to become the greatest hero, you thought that being able to rescue people from danger was the most selfless thing to do, you were familiar with that, so ever since you were little that was your goal. and besides that, you wanted to help you family so they wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.

also because of that your friendship with uraraka was a great one. you understood what was like to face little things that the others didn’t, and you suddenly became close that you almost considered her a sister.

she was the most important friend to you, well, along with other person.

your eyes started itching, currently at the common room table where you and your friends were having dinner.

kaminari was on the sofa among with bakugou and mina, but it was easy to hear them. so that comment took everyone’s attention, even shouto’s.

“i mean you are not wrong” asido agreed, excited they finally were talking about romance in that boring school. “can you imagine how rich the todomomo’s family would be?”

“todomomo?” todoroki asked visibly confused.

“a ship name! for you and yaoyorozu!” she answered

your eyes were a little bit red now, and the knot on your throat was growing more everytime you looked over to see shouto’s expression.

uraraka noticed this, so she gently placed her hand over yours. how could she handle the situation?

“she’s so fancy!” you overheared some girls in the cafeteria drooling over the way that momo seated.

“i can’t believe this is her whole house” jirou exclaimed cheerfully when you visited her to study form an exam.

“an intelligent girl is always a classy girl” you listened kirishima while he looked stunned the way yaoyorozu handled, not only professional but also gracefully, a mistaken order at the cafeteria.

you always admired the way she was because of her origin, not in a bad way but you were obviously impressed, and if you were honest with yourself, sometimes it made you feel small.

but until now you never thought about this new insecurity, one that came up with the fact that todoroki and momo would actually look great together.

you tried to take those thoughts away, but your dear classmates were not helping at all.

the rambling of momo being a super match to shouto was getting louder and louder every second to you.

“think about it!”

“so when is the first date happening uh todoroki” kaminari still teased.

“but” midoriya interrupted “you know uhm wouldn’t it matter the way todoroki-kun actually feels about momo”

you stared at him.

but you finally had it when you spotted a slight red tint on todoroki’s face.

he was blushing.

“uh..” todoroki’s face was absolutely fuzzy. what could he say?

“i have to go” you announced way more loud than you expected, with a broken voice only two people were able to decipher.

bakugou took over a glance to you, knowing well what was going to happen next, with a tired groan he yelled. “well done idiots”

you ran out of the common room and took the elevator to go you your room.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“be careful” a voice said over your shoulder while grabbing your back before you touched the ground.

you looked above just to find a pair of beautiful heterochromatic eyes. and also a half red and half white hair type of thing. you were embarrassed that being your first day at school you were already tripping with everything. but fortunately he catched you right before something disastrous happened.

“come on, on the first day? if you have something to tell me god do it right now!” you remembered saying yo the sky. “that was weird, i’m sorry, (l/n) (y/n), sorry for bothering you but thanks for saving me” you laughed.

“do you think god would take my complaints along with yours?” he asked serious, was that his way of making a joke? “todoroki shouto” you smiled.

“DON’T GIVE UP!” you remembered yelling from the bleachers at the sports festival “YOU OWE US!”

todorki heard you from above during his fight with bakugou. he saw you there, almost crying and although he did not understand why were you so invested on it, that gave him the extra strength to stand up to bakugou at least for a little more minutes.

“did you know that seahorses once they find their mate they keep it for life?” you randomly said one day while eating lunch with him. currently doing some extra work so you could be ar least on top 10 of your class “how romantic is that, right todoroki-kun?”

he glanced at you, confused but still admiring. you knew so many things that it was actually impressive to him. he didn’t know why but that day, his heart skipped a bit.

if i was a rich girl, na na na na na na na na na na na, see i’d have all the money in the world if i was a wealthy girl.

“if i was a rich girl”, yeah gwen stefani said that too you thought.

the song may seem stupid but your current mood made you put in on speaker.

if i was a rich girl i’d sure have a chance you thought too

“so i guess i do have a crush on him huh” you admitted to yourself.

“about time you made it, idiot” you heard bakugou say “was it hard playing dumb all this time? i mean it’s in your blood”

he was standing at your door arms crossed with that awfully big brother look on his face. you rolled your eyes.

“is it hard messing around being a dickhead? i mean it’s in your blood”

“well you shouldn’t be using that language in front of your lover boy” he said.

“what the fuck are you talking about-”

your body stopped working when he pulled out todoroki out of the wall letting him come out at sight.

the icyhot boy had his hands in his pockets giving that gorgeous look. you blushed, how could he do nothing and still look good?

“why are you feeling this way?” he abruptly asked.

“todoroki-kun?...”

“i’m not dumb, whenever she’s around you act so self conscious” he began “what’s worse is that i see you working so hard everyday but you are so blind that you don’t see what i see”

if anybody could hear the conversation, they would actually say that he was being rude, but you knew him he was just expressing his feelings, weird way tho.

“is it about the money? believe me, yaoyorozu is an incredible girl but you don’t have to compare yourself because how different she is to you in terms of money” your eyes were widened.

why was he talking so much all of a sudden?

“you don’t understand todo...”

“i know what it feels to mad, and seeing you this way it just does it to me over and over again. because everyone has their own opinion on perfect, but to me, you are that definition”

your heart froze at that last thing, his expression was so serious that if you weren’t listening carefully you would have thought that he was mad at you for any other reason. but that’s why you liked him so miches, deep down you understood shouto more than anyone else”

so you didn’t know any other answer that hug him in gratitude.

he was shocked, he never received some kind of display of pure love affection before.

but something in the way you did made him feel better. almost as if your hugs were some magical potion to the answer of everything he needed.

he felt so warm with you between his arms that he didn’t mind staying like this for a couple more minutes.

“wanna go out sometime?” your typical you started coming back again.

the confident and smart girl he learned to care about.

a soft smile crossed his face.

“anytime you want”

and so you thought, you did not have anything to worry about anymore.

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kidney9-9 · 3 years

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November Bet

@hollandlover19 asked:

Can you write something where peter is dating the reader and she’s an avenger with similar powers to Wanda meaning she can read his mind and for the past two weeks peter has been horny as fuck and it’s driving him nuts cus he made a bet with Sam and Bucky to see who could survive the longest during no nut November so he’s trying to resist the urge to jack off but the only thing that will calm him down is y/n but she had to go on an emergency mission and won’t be back till later so he just lays in his room crying cuz everything hurts sorry if this is too specific you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to 🖤

Hey there hun! Hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending this in. Just a note: I have no idea how boners feel after a certain amount of time, but I’m assuming it’s really painful since it’s a muscle straining itself?? (i think lmao) But this was interesting to write since I usually put more humor in my writing, and this one turned out sort of sad! Everyone is over the legal age in this piece.

Masterlist is linked in my bio, tags in reblog.

Peter Parker x Reader [Angst with sort of happy ending] Warnings: boner, pain and swearing Word Count: 1.6k

Peter regretted the bet so much now.

It happened back on the 31st of October, when everyone was resting about, eating junk food and candy. Sam and Bucky had been teasing Peter for almost two weeks now after catching you and Peter getting a bit steamy in one of the weaponry rooms, and he wanted pay back. Peter thought he could control himself for a month because obviously he was able to do it before he reached puberty, so it should be fine! But fuck, did he regret it now, making a bet with Sam and Bucky to see who could survive the longest following the No Nut November challenge.

Day one was normal, he had so much confidence. He only let himself kiss your cheek though, and glance over to you when you would dress during the morning.

But now, two weeks in, he couldn’t fucking handle it. You were too hot. Tonight, was a gala event for Pepper and Tony starting a charity for children with heart problems which would start funding research into heart disease, and funding families who couldn’t afford treatments. You were wrapped in a silky flowing dress that Peter wanted to drool over. The small peaks he’d see over you twirling around, dancing to the classical music, and the fabric would outline your ass perfectly. Fuck, it was too much for him.

He had too many thoughts about it though. He wanted to reach out and squeeze you, spank you, trace every part of your body with his tongue. He wanted to devour you tonight; he wanted to fuck you out of your mind only to bring you back to another orgasm after the last.

Yes, the boner was showing very much.

It didn’t help when you’d look over to him worriedly, and he knew you could hear every single thought of his. It was your power, but you called it a curse. You spoke to him a few days before about how you heard his pleas to make love to you once again, but you reminded him of the bet and what he would have to do if he lost.

The loser had to streak and run across the outdoor gardens of the Compound at any time the winner felt like it; only once though. Peter thought about losing constantly, wishing he could lose, but he knew he shouldn’t. He couldn’t let Bucky and Sam win like that, after them teasing him for so long. It would be humiliating, sure, Peter didn’t care much about that. But he cared about it humiliating you as well, he didn’t want them to tease you about it too.

“Baby, want to leave?” You mumbled to Peter, causing him to flinch out of his trance. Peter gazed down at your body for a moment, and cleared his throat, flushing immensely while he looked away. Your curves… he was so in love with everything about you.

“Mm, yeah sorry about this.” Peter signaled down to his boner and he could just imagine how some people had already saw it and started speaking about him, but he just needed to leave. You nodded sympathetically back to him, reaching out and grasping his shoulder to comfort him.

He shrugged your hand off after a shiver went through his body, breathing heavily as another wave of lust flushed through him, “I’m sorry. I- I don’t mean to, it’s just…” He trailed off, glancing back up to your face and seeing you nodding understandably back to him.

“I know, I hear it too. Text Tony and Pepper in an hour and tell them something came up. They’ll be okay with it.” You responded, almost wanting to stay behind to talk with the two more. They were one of the funniest but loveliest couples you met. You felt close to them, almost as if they had a parental authority over you.

“I will, thank you.” Peter whispered back, gulping nervously as he tried to adjust his forming hard on. He just needed to go take a cold shower as soon as possible, and he already started thinking of strange things.

Deformed candles. Cheetos in beans on someone’s head. Evil cartoon characters. A dictionary with misspelled words.

You giggled, shaking your head at the things he comes up with in his thinking. You walked out of the ballroom with him, distancing yourself and opting to take an uber home instead, so he didn’t feel trapped. You worried about him during this month, realizing how bad it would feel to not nut for a guy.

You wished you could help him, but he wanted to keep the bet going.

When you got back to the Compound, your alarm instantly went off and your eyes widened, realizing you had to leave now. It was an emergency mission, you quickly read through the report, seeing that one of your contacts was revealed and gave up some information that needed to stay private. You rushed as fast as you can, barely sending a text to Peter who just got back to the Compound, saying you needed to leave.

Peter finally opened the text when he fell back on his bed, still struggling. He groaned, feeling his boner build up again, just imagining you out in the field, looking so sweaty and ready for anything. “Fuck…” He whimpered, quickly sitting up. He was worried for you being out there by yourself, but he knew he shouldn’t doubt your abilities. At the same time, he was trying to stop his feelings, because it just furthered his pain.

He cupped his boner, stumbling up and thinking to himself, how long has it been now? He couldn’t help it, thinking about sex. Fuck, it was crazy he wanted to just touch you again, how much he missed touching you was driving him insane. He couldn’t masturbate, he would lose the bet.

The winner also had the benefit of getting the title, “Greatest Person of the Year”, which included perks of people not teasing him and you, and many more. It would be great to have Bucky and Sam off your backs.

He set his phone down while he turned the shower on cold, needing to get in there as soon as possible. Maybe it would work now, but he couldn’t tell if it was too late to help. He still needed you by his side. Whether it was sexual or not, he loved you and needed to be by you.

“Ouch – oh shit.” He whined, coughing as the cold water hit his bare back. He stripped himself as quick as possible, now realizing he kept his socks on. He criticized himself, why’d you leave your socks on? Why are you doing this now?

The shower didn’t help at all. Once his body got used to the temperature, he got flashes of visions of you, from missing you. He groaned out of anger at himself for doing it, and he had to stop himself from palming his boner.

He got out of the shower, rushing to his phone and dialing your mission phone, that was connected to the earpiece you wore. When it connected, he could hear you grunting as you punched one of the people that attacked you.

“P-Peter? What’s up?” You stuttered, breathing heavily as you ran down to the other room, trying to get away for a few seconds to just get your mind together to focus.

“Oh shit- I’m sorry!” Peter rambled, forgetting you were busy. He hit his head and groaned to himself, hearing you on the other side of the phone.

Stop thinking like that idiot! He reminded himself, and you responded to him after a moment of shuffling around in the corner. “It’s okay! Is everything good? You alright, babe?” You whispered, glancing around and picking up one of the objects in the room with one of your powers, focusing it by the doorway to protect yourself.

“Yeah…uh, I’ll get you go. Please be safe. I love you.” Peter sighed out, scratching his hair as he sat by the edge of the bed, hoping you were okay.

You quickly responded to him, “Love you. I’ll be back in a few hours I think, maybe 12 hours tops?” You randomly guessed the time, knowing there was a lot to do. You hung up when you heard someone’s footsteps.

Peter gazed down at his boner, now fully erect and he frowned. The blood hurt so much in his cock; he couldn’t do anything though. He laid back on the bed, his head on his pillow, still naked, knowing any clothing would hurt to put on.

He tried to focus his thinking on something else again, anything. It barely helped, and he ended up squeezing his eyes shut as the pain rumbled through his body, the soreness was too much. He felt a few tears form and start to leak down his face, and he had to remind himself everything would be okay soon.

He rolled over, doing breathing techniques, trying to calm down. The tears wouldn’t stop coming though and he bit his lip, holding back his cries. It must have been ten or twenty minutes later when he pushed the pillow over his head, now having a headache from crying and the pain.

He held the pillow close, trying to block any light from the devices in the room, crying himself to sleep as the pain worsened.

When you got back, you quickly paced over to the room, needing to check Peter. You could tell he was struggling when he spoke to you and you pouted when you opened the door, seeing him laying on the bed. It was upsetting to see him with dried tear stains on the pillows, and you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

His boner was gone now, but you could tell he was probably in pain still. You laid down next to him, holding his arm softly, just hoping this dumb bet would be over soon so he wouldn’t struggle like that again.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fanfiction #avengers x reader #avengers fanfiction #thank you for sending this in!#love y'all!#kidney9-9

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years

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30. Scared, potter ?

Prompt used- Grabbing onto their arm | FLUFF | Draco finally reveals how he fell in love with harry | can't believe I've already reached 30 days with these prompts.

Laughter cackled into the room with people draco had enormously grown to love. It's weird how fast time flies when you are surrounded by people who care about you regardless of how many shit days you may have and draco was a happy victim of it. All his life he had never cared for anyone else, treated them as if they were nothing untill he himself felt like one of those people, what it felt like to be nothing and he hated every second of it and when finally life gave him a second chance by a simple act of fate, he rose out the person who was completely opposite of who he used to be and he was proud of it and more proud were the people who once had hated him. It was a miracle how draco was sat amongst these people now, but he could not be more happier to reach where he is today and everyone he have right now. 5 years of learning, progress, trying to clear his name, he had finally became the person he wanted to be and love, it was just a small Miracle that happened by his side, so unpredictable but exactly what he needed and if there was one person who struck through it all was none other than, harry james Potter. His so called arch nemesis.

He met harry by a very simple mistake actually. One day he was serving coffee in a muggle coffee shop to pay his rent and the next day he knew he had almost been fired for spilling coffee over someone, and obviously that someone had to be harry. They got to talking about how different lives were, how difficult and yet they had the most complex similarities. It took harry exactly 9 months and 3 days during draco's final trials to get a job for him in the auror office, claiming if they didn't take him it would one of the most stupid choice they'd ever make because they'd lose a brilliant mind. Draco's first instincts were obviously disliking harry for doing something like that for him and maintained distance as much as he could but showed his gratitude in different ways like anonymously sending harry his favourite deserts every Friday and cup of coffee every morning. It wasn't until they both had been paired up for a mission related to a death Eater that they collided once again. According to the recruiters, it was important they had someone who was familiar with the death Eater ways, draco and a person they feared the most who vanquished the dark lord, harry. One scene to another, the tension building up one day led them into fighting and eventually resulted in them not talking until during the end of the mission when Draco got fatal injury, not because of the case but because of a muggle driver basically hitting draco. Eventually harry had to assign the mission to officials under him and draco being on bed rest, since it was a muggle injury and treating it the wizarding ways could've possibly been a hindrance in his 100 percent recovery.

And now this is where they are, sitting on top of the grimauld place, on its roof , lit up by almost 70 golden fairy lights, sheltered by a silver tent with a bunch of their friends and families assembled for the rehearsal dinner, or so the muggle called. It was just a last party from harry potter and draco malfoy.

Neville clinked his work lightly on his champagne glass raising it " Time for toast"

Draco cleared his throat grabbing attention from everyone across the table. Harry looked at him, bewildered since he definitely didn't knew Draco planned this.

" I'd like to take a few moments from all of you for this. I- I am blessed to have you all in my life and I met most of you when my life hit rock bottom and through it all, you guys have supported me unconditionally and I'm forever in debt for that"

They all raised their glasses in appreciation.

" and to you harry, tomorrow morning I will be pronouncing my vows and I know we've practically written them together, I can assure you no words are ever enough to what I feel for you. I've met you by a simple act of fate and it is my choice to choose my destiny to spend the rest of my life loving you just like you love me.

I met harry 6 years 3 months and exactly 25 days ago. I was merely counting the days of my life to make it through all of it and by far that day had been a huge blessing. A lot of you have asked me when did I realise I was in love with him and I've Always said that it was somewhere along the way but the truth is I have been saving this answer my whole life for this specific day. 3 years ago when I got hit by a car and had stitches up and down my body, 2 fractures and almost a broken nose, thank goodness for that though, I love my nose, harry being the absolute gentlemen he is, dropped the damn case to take care of my lousy ass. So this one day during my 1 month bed rest, harry had been late and I was absolutely glad he was because of ego issues, I heard my bell rang, I got up and took sometime to reach the door and by the time I had even checked who it was, the person had left, leaving a parcel in my letter box. Being me, I went downstairs to pick it up and just as I started to go back upstairs, a floor below mine I almost rolled down the stairs and guess who was the knight in shining armour, harry. He ranted the hell out of me for choosing to do that and simply grabbed my hand, put it around his neck and carried me back up. The entire day he kept bashing on about what would've happened if he wasn't there. That's when I fell In love. It wasn't magical or something as people describe it, I felt what I had been deprived of my whole life, care and love. The way he just went on and on about it, just showed me how much he cared and the same exact night he stayed over claiming he is never leaving my fucking ass alone, guess he took that too seriously by the way, I fell in love that night of him scolding me. And that's the answer I've saved up all these years. And I'm pretty sure harry is still never leaving my fucking ass alone if in future I get injured, just the consequences and situations would be far different " and draco raised his glass again.

" to harry and draco " Ron grinned, his arms wrapped around Blaise's waist.

" to harry and draco " everyone cheered

" to us " they silently whispered smiling at each other, with a look in their eyes, that was simply just their own, their love.

" I actually can't believe you took an entire minute to make this speech with basically no phrases such as electricity running through or how admirable harry looked. I means it's all sorta sparky " Ron joked. A few people around him laughed too including harry and draco.

As time went on, when everyone was almost done with dinner and simply hanging away slow dancing, chatting, making jokes, harry intertwined his fingers with those of draco's under the table and rested his head against draco's shoulder. Draco looked on his side to see his fiance finding his comfort in his neck. Smiling to himself, draco pressed a long kiss on top of Harry's head, bringing their hands to his lips and kissing over Harry's knuckles before resuming laughing at yet another one of Ron's jokes.

By midnight everyone had started to go downstairs in the house to crash over and a few of them leaving. Finishing up with the cleaning harry and draco too finally departed to their seperate bedrooms as per before marriage rituals. It was almost half an hour later when Draco heard a soft knock on his door. He opened the door cautiously to find harry standing there with a small smile.

" breaking the rules as usual " draco smirked as he turned around to let harry in behind him.

" well, that's just who I am. Besides your room have a nice balcony. Could use it " harry said as he shut the door softly and followed draco.

Draco finally turned smiling at his fiance, just staring at harry until he pulled them into the balcony, letting the moon wash over their bodies, making Harry's eyes sparkle more and draco's hair looking softer than usual.

" can you actually believe, we're getting married in less than 24 hours " draco said as he looked at the sky.

" it doesn't seem so different, does it ?" Harry asked as he stepped closer to draco and grabbing his hands to intertwine their fingers again.

" it doesn't " draco smiled as he kissed Harry's forehead. He too smiled at Draco and finally hugged draco, his arms hanging loosely around his waist , his head rested against draco's chest to hear the faint loveliest sound of his heartbeat. Draco put his chin on top of Harry's head, his arms too hanging loosely around Harry's back and just staying there like that.

" can I ask you something ?" Harry finally asked after moments of silence while watching the moon, different memories, different thoughts running in their own heads.

Draco hummed in response. Harry looked up at Draco, staring blankly as if he was trying to find something, but there was no freckle or a mole or anything left on draco's face yet for him to discover. He knew Draco better than he knew himself and it was just a small proud achievement.

" during that speech, you said something about saving your answer for this day, did you know we'd ever reach this far ?"

Draco pouted looking behind harry deciding on how to phrase it.

" I didn't. If this were to ever end, the secret would've died with me but I knew the only time I'd ever reveal it would the day before our marriage. And I did "

" so you Always wanted to get married ?"harry asked curiously in a Playful way.

" I think yeah. I never had anything close to having what we have, I'd had been a fool not to imagine whatever comes next " draco smiled at harry fondly, his hands tightening around his waist.

Harry looked at Draco amazed. Despite being together for so long, being with each other was Always a different adventure each day and this was their kind of adventure.

" when did you knew you loved me ?" Draco finally asked not looking away from harry.

" well- I think it was during the time you joined DMLE. Those deserts every Friday and the cup of coffee, they had the same handwriting on the Little notes you put into the desert box and on the coffee cup, I knew they were from you long before you told me, courtesy of stalking you all around 6th year "

" So you were obsessed with me " draco teased smirking.

" whatever helps you sleep at night " harry chuckled before he pressed his head against draco's chest again and stayed there in silence until harry had finally gone to his own bedroom, as silently as he had came.

The next day when harry and Draco finally stood against each other on the alter, after the vows, the ring ceremony, the speeches, the minister finally claimed

" I now pronounce you husband and husband, you may kiss each other "

Harry smirked at Draco holding his hands

" scared potter ?"

" you wish, Malfoy " draco smirked back.

And then they kissed, promising an eternity of love that even this life wasn't enough..

Requests open. This might be one of my favourite ones.

Day 29- sweet, sexy and practically fainting | Day 31- would you come back to me

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supercorp 83

83- another sleepless night, huh? writing prompts

and here is the post reveal version of this prompt. i guess we could say it’s somewhere toward the finale, where instead of hand shakes and agreeing to take on lex, they actually ya know... make up. bonus (helpful?) andrea rojas because i do what i want.

Kara slams the backspace key of her laptop in frustration. She watches the letters of the few words she's written get swallowed whole, returning her to the beginning. It's almost midnight, and she's no closer to finishing this stupid article for Andrea than when she started. She sighs loudly, staring at the screen. She doesn't want to write about millennial fashion, or any fashion for that matter, but she has no choice. Andrea made it clear that she's on a limited beat, and an even tighter leash, and all of it is just impossible.

"Burning the midnight oil, Ms. Danvers?" Andrea's voice drifts over the quiet din. There's no one else in the office, which means no one to run interference from Andrea's prying eyes. Kara doesn't want to talk to her boss, and she definitely doesn't want to give an update. She wants to stew over her blank document in peace, and let her mind drift over more important things. She doesn't want to face Andrea's smiling scrutiny, or her sarcastic tone, or think about the way she reminds her so much of Lena that she wants to rip her own hair out.

Kara grits her teeth in frustration, nodding silently. "Yep," she mutters, keeping her face trained on her laptop. Andrea appears at her door in seconds.

"Well, you're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

Kara huffs. It's condescending, and she knows it. Andrea thinks she's lazy, and argumentative, and honestly, maybe she's right. Kara is tired of caring. She isn't here to please Andrea. She thought journalism was about something more -- about relentlessly pursuing a story no matter what, in order to expose the truth. Instead, she's writing about "athleisure" and answering reader questions about high waisted jeans. She ignores Andrea and glances at her phone. She hasn't had a text message in hours, not even from Alex. It's a quiet night in National City and she should be thankful, but really she's just anxious. There's a familiar name in her phone that hasn't reached out in so long, it's beginning to feel infinite. She doesn't know if she and Lena will ever get back to where they were, even if they aren't truly at odds anymore. Maybe there has been too much said, maybe there has been too much damage done. The lack of closure is enough to drive her to distraction. But her phone remains silent, with only the clock to keep her company.

11:45 and silent.

"I'm glad to see you working hard on this," Andrea says again, blithely unaware of Kara's attempts to deflect her conversation.

"Yep, just focused on this deadline," Kara says through gritted teeth, not even trying to hide her annoyance. Andrea only comes around when she wants something, so Kara braces for a bizarre request. She's not in the mood to play nice or get into an extended conversation, but she also can't afford to get fired.

Andrea pauses at the threshold, pursing her lips. Kara feels the way she lingers, but she chooses to ignore it.

"Can I give you some advice?" Andrea eventually asks, approaching slowly. It's rhetorical, Kara knows. She's going to say whatever she wants anyway. Kara's cheeks go hot. She wants to tell her to mind her business. That no, she's fine in the advice department, thanks. But instead, she simply looks up and offers a blank stare.

"Go see her," Andrea says directly. "Don't let time pass you by."

"What do you--"

"I've known Lena for longer than most--" Andrea interrupts. The way she says Lena's name stops Kara from arguing. "And I've hurt her more than anyone."

"I'm not sure about that," Kara mumbles, rolling her eyes.

"Trust me," Andrea insists. She takes a step in toward Kara's desk, which forces Kara's attention to float to her face. Andrea's eyes are cast down, and she chews on her lip the way she does when she's particularly displeased. "It pains me to say this, but I know how she feels about you."

"What do you mean?" Something shifts in Kara's chest at the suggestion.

Andrea's eyebrow raises sharply. "Don't make me spell it out, Kara. You're not as naive as everyone thinks."

"Okay," Kara gulps.

"She's already forgiven you," Andrea says matter-of-factly. "She just needs help admitting it."

"I don't know," Kara says, her heart rate picking up considerably. Can she really trust Andrea to be acting in her best interest? "Why are you helping me?"

"It's not for you," Andrea says sharply. She glances at her watch, clicking her tongue. She looks back at Kara, her mouth slightly open in exasperation. "What are you waiting for?"

Kara slaps her laptop closed. "Thanks, Andrea," she says, shouldering past her in an effort to get to the elevator before Andrea reconsiders.

"Thank me by finishing that article."

It's been ages since Kara has gone to Lena's apartment as herself. As Kara. She toys with the idea of landing on the balcony with her cape billowing slightly behind her, but it doesn't feel right. She doesn't want the crest. Not tonight.

She lands softly and discards the suit, opting for the front entrance. A new beginning, as herself.

It's past midnight by the time she approaches, but Lena’s light is on, as always. Kara knocks softly.

There's a quiet rustling, and a muffled "Who is it?" behind the door. Kara clears her throat.

"It's me," she says, her voice cracking. "It's--"

The door opens before she can finish.

"Kara," Lena breathes, her eyes wide with surprise. "Is everything okay?"

"Hi," Kara says quickly. Her mouth is terribly dry. Sometimes she forgets just how stunning Lena is. Especially when she hasn't seen her for awhile. It's always unnerving, no matter how many times it happens. "Yes! Yes, everything is fine. I just noticed your light was on. Another sleepless night, huh?" Kara chuckles nervously, unsure what to do. She didn't actually plan before coming over here, which is glaringly obvious now that she's nervous and tongue tied.

"You seem surprised," Lena says softly, a teasing smile on her lips. "Do you want to come in?"

"Thanks," Kara says, relieved. She follows Lena into her apartment, over to her couch. They haven't sat on it together since Kara thought they were still friends, when she tried to make up for her transgressions by bringing her all her favorite foods. The memory aches in her chest.

They sit in awkward silence, fidgeting amongst themselves until they both start speaking.

"I--"

"Kara--"

Lena's cheeks flush an attractive crimson, and Kara's entire body feels molten. They both bring their eyes sheepishly to the ground, careful to avoid disrupting each other again.

"You can go," Kara insists after a pause.

Lena studies her hands, working her fingers delicately. Her wrist flexes, and Kara is mesmerized. She always had the loveliest, most capable hands. Lena catches her eye finally.

"You aren't wearing your glasses," Lena muses, and it’s so unexpected that Kara unconsciously brings her hand to her eyes. It's a journey of emotions -- first, fear that she's forgotten something crucial, that she's showed up completely unprepared and wrong. But then the cold realization that there are no more walls between them, and what it means, settles in her gut. She lets her hand hang down slowly. "I'm still getting used to it," Lena explains softly.

"I'm sorry--"

"No," Lena shakes her head, smiling. "It's nice. I'm just-- I'm glad you came."

"Me too."

There's an awkward silence, and all Kara can hear is the humming of the dishwasher, an indicator that Lena's out of scotch tumblers. Which means she isn't doing so great, either.

"I wasn't ready to forgive you, before," Kara says, trying to square her shoulders and find the strength to confront this. "After everything, and all the lies, I just kept expecting you to let me down with another con. And you didn't. You just kept showing up, over and over, and I-- I wanted so badly to go back to how we were. But I didn't know if I could get hurt like that again."

"You didn't deserve that," Lena says, hanging her head.

"Neither did you."

"I got lost in the madness of it all. I've always been susceptible," Lena smiles wickedly, her self-deprecation on display. She sighs, her eyes softening. "Part of me kept waiting for you to rescue me."

Kara frowns, her pulse racing. "But I tried -- I did everything I knew how--"

Lena's mouth twitches, her chin quivering. "Not Supergirl." She swallows hard. "You."

Kara's mouth hangs open... She thinks of all the times after - how almost every single time she saw Lena after confessing her identity, she was National City's hero. She was Supergirl, and she was free of pretending -- but in the process, she was someone unknown. It was always heavy, their interactions always pleading and begging on behalf of greater interests, never just them.

"Lena," Kara's voice quivers. "But it was always me."

"Was it?"

Kara hesitates. She isn't sure how to answer that.

"What did you say when you told me why you kept it from me for so long?" Lena asks, her eyes welling with tears. "I was so angry at Supergirl-- but I loved Kara." Lena hesitates, taking a watery breath. "I've always loved Kara."

It hits like a hurricane, and Kara has to remember how to breathe. She inhales sharply. Lena doesn't say anything more.

"And now?" Kara whispers.

"And now," Lena says, smiling through her emotions. "Nothing about that has changed."

Kara's eyes fill with tears. She stands, opening her arms. She doesn't want to talk anymore. She just wants them to fall back into place, fitting together the way they did before. Lena melts into her arms and lets out a sob as she clutches Kara's back.

"I love you, too," Kara whispers into the space between her ear and her neck, holding her as close as possible. "Always."

#supercorp #this is like if you watched ep 1 and then the supercorp fall out ep and then skipped to the end lmao #writing prompts #thanks for sending!#Anonymous #sten says

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smilexdrarry · 3 years

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If your parents were ✨Drarry✨

- Harry would constantly make your favorite dinner, because you would always complement the food, and that would make Harry proud of his cooking; while Draco would bug you with your love life just to have an excuse for him to go into long, detailed, stories of him and Harry, until Harry overheard him talking and throw a spoon across the kitchen at him and you two would start laughing.

- Whenever you would go out in public and see someone make a face at Harry and Draco holding hands you would start to take out your wand so you could hex them but then Harry pulled you away apologizing to the the person (who looked terrified of you) and once Draco would walk you away, Harry would turn around and jinx their legs together.

- After you got your Hogwarts letter you overheard Harry and Draco betting what house you would be in, whoever won got 20 gallons and something you could not hear them say, they were whispering in each other's ears...in the end Draco won the bet. You swore they betted on anything they could.

- Whenever you would come home for Christmas break Draco would ask you about your grades and how your academic work was while Harry would ask if you were dating anyone and how your friends were. Before you could say anything they got mad at each other for talking over one another, you smiled, glad you didn't have to answer any of the questions now (you were barley passing half of your classes)

- Draco would buy you the most loveliest clothes for Christmas while Harry got you all your favorite quidditch stuff. You hugged both of them and gave them your gift, which was a scrapbook of your life together with them. Draco sobbed while saying, "oh it's just so b-beautiful." Harry stroked his back while Draco cried in his shoulder and Harry kissed the top of your head, whispering thank you.

- Whenever you were sad you would have long talks with Harry, you would hug him and tell him thank you before running to Draco and begging him to watch your favorite movie with him, (when you wanted to watch 'your favorite movie' with Draco he always knew you were upset) he agreed, getting popcorn and cuddling with you on the couch, while you cried and he stroked your hair; Harry watched the two of you in the doorway smiling too himself.

- Once when you were little, like 5, Harry and Draco took you out with that for thanksgiving shopping (they were hosting the feast that year) and one minute later you ran out of sight. And Harry and Draco freaked out like they panicked to where they had called Hermione and Ron 7 minutes after you disappeared to tell them they had lost you. Then all of a sudden you showed up with a handful of flowers in your hand to give to your parents. Harry started crying then picked you up, thanking god you were ok, while Draco was yelling at you but only because he was scared out of his wits for your safety. They vowed that day they would never take their eyes off you.

- You called Harry Dad and Draco Father

- Everyone at school was jealous of you for having the coolest parents ever (that was your biggest flex), but what they didn't know was that you thought they were the dorkiest ever...maybe the cutest though, you could never decide.

- Whenever the three of you would watch a movie together Harry and Draco would always cuddle, Draco's head on Harry's chest staring intently at the screen, the two of them made your heart warm, you wanted a love one day exactly like their's, you loved them a lot. You punched Harry's arm and smirked at him, he would just ruffle your hair and bring you closer to him, putting a arm around your shoulder.

- One time you got really sick, it was a really bad stomach bug and you couldn't stop throwing up, Draco was a little disgusted but Harry rubbed your back the whole time and held you hair back. He would shush you when you would try to say you were fine, and then he would give you extra potions. Draco got the ice cream and patted you on the head before running out of the room clamming he didn't want to get your sickness. Harry rolled his eyes and you laughed digging into your favorite ice cream.

- the first time you tasted fire whiskey was when Harry offered just a sip and you tried it but then had half the bottle, Harry just stared. Then Draco came running over yelling at Harry that he shouldn't give you alcohol yet but then Harry said, "well I bet you were definitely drinking pumpkin juice at all the parties you went to when we were back at school." You snorted and Draco's jaw dropped by being caught off guard and Harry winked at you.

- Harry is the layed back parent while Draco is more strict, but Draco normally lets you get away with anything only if you hug him and kiss him on the cheek. Then he tries to tickle you and you always thrash your arms yelling and laughing at the same time, claiming you were too old for that but Draco always respond with "your always be little to me." You would smile at him and he would smile back, then you ran away, laughing that you got free.

- Draco always likes to bring up the time when Harry almost named you after all the people that had died that were close to him. Harry would scowl at Draco while Draco held back his laughter, while you'd roll around on the floor holding your stomach after hearing the list of miss matched names he came up with. "It was like he put all the names in a hat then pulled some out and put them in a random order." Draco smiled proudly at himself for making you laugh. "Well I'm just glad father picked my name then!" You laughed. "I had to yell at him for like a week before he finally gave in." Draco said. Harry then stomped off to his and Draco's bedroom like a 5 year old.

- You would always stay at aunt Hermione's and uncle Ron's place when Harry and Draco would have to go on a serious Auror mission, you were always so scared that they were going to get hurt, a couple of years ago they had went on one and Draco got badly hurt and had to stay at St Mungo's Hospital for at least a month. You could never forget the look on Harry's face when you arrived at that hospital. So you would pace the house at 3 in the morning till your aunt would come out and ask what the matter was. You told her you were worried and she said she was too. Later that next day Harry and Draco walked into the house perfectly fine, you flew into there arms.

- Whenever you arrived back at school, McGonagall always asked you how Harry and Draco were, you were happy to oblige. She always seemed to be so interested in them and know everything, you couldn’t help but wonder that she knew they were dating back in school in secret. You had asked her once and she claimed that “I have no idea what your talking about, I did not know that your parents were having a secret relationship.” You respond: “not even a little?” She had sighed, “I was just as surprised as everyone else when we found out they were together.” You nodded and right before you walked out of the classroom you saw a smile play on her lips. You smirked and headed to your next class.

- The day Harry got promoted to head auror was so fun. It happened at a banquet, all family members of all the aurors got to go, you sat at a table with of course your parents, your aunt and uncle, (Ron was an auror too) and your cousins Hugo and Rose. They called Harry's name to receive his promotion and everyone stood up and clapped, Draco kissed him full on the lips, (the clapping got louder) you laughed and gave Harry a nudge to go get his reward. After he came back to the table he hugged you and then kissed Draco again before sitting. You guys left soon after that and Harry said he wanted to do something to celebrate. "I could think of something." Draco had said with a smirk. You faked gagged and told him to shut up. They laughed while you covered your ears. You guys ended up ordering pizza and and watching a movie.

That’s it for now! I might do a part two if you guys like this though, let me know what you think! I think it’s wonderful tbh 😒 my serotonin level while making this 📈📈📈

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aquietwritingcorner · 3 years

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Flufftober 2021, Day 2: Sneaking Out Together Word Count: 2157 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: G/K Characters: Young Roy Mustang, Young Riza Hawkeye Warning: Summary: Young Roy and Riza sneak out of the house to attend a festival in town. Notes: N/A AO3 || ff.net

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Sneaking Out Together

“Hey—hey. Hey! Miss Riza. Miss Riza!”

Riza looked up from her desk towards her door, annoyed. She had finally gotten some time to herself, and he was standing outside of it, trying to get her attention by whispering loudly. All she wanted to do was finally get some of her schoolwork done in peace.

“Hey!”

He was going to disturb her father at this rate, and that wouldn’t be good for either one of them. She sighed and got down from her chair. “What?” she hissed out.

“Are you decent?”

What kind of a question was that? “Yes, of course!” she hissed back at him.

“Then let me in!” he said. “Before your dad hears!”

With a sigh, Riza reached out and unlocked her door, just enough that Roy Mustang could slip in. The apprentice was older than her, and a bit of a pain in the butt, but he had never once been mean or cruel to her, not on purpose. Her father would not approve of him being in her room, but Riza felt safe enough. Besides, her shotgun was nearby, and he knew what a good shot she was.

“What do you want?” She asked him, putting her hands on her hips.

He was grinning, and it was that grin of his that meant he had an idea. It was the grin that could talk anyone into just about anything—including her, not that she let him know that. It would be far too embarrassing if he ever found out about her crush on him. He was sixteen and she was twelve. She wasn’t even a teenager yet! No, he had no reason to know about that.

Still, she glared at him, and he wasn’t daunted in the least.

“There’s a festival in town!” he said, excitedly.

“And?” she said.

“And we should go!” he said, practically bouncing as he stood there.

“Father would never allow it,” she said flatly.

“Don’t worry about that,” Roy said. “He’s got himself deep in his research again. As long as our work is done and there’s food, he’s not going to notice. He never does.”

He had a point, she had to admit. “But what if he does?” she asked.

Roy shook his head. “This house is as clean as a brand new cen,” he said. “I’ve gotten my studies done. You’ve been working on yours. If he comes out, he’ll have nothing to complain about and besides, he could easily think that we went to go check on some of your traps or something.”

“That’s… true…” she said hesitantly.

“Come on,” he said. “We’ll go, have some fun, and then leave. He’ll never know. What do you say?”

She looked at him, and then bit her lip, weighing the consequences. He had a point about her father. And, well, he was grinning that grin.

She sighed. “Oh, alright,” she said. “But if we get in trouble, you’re helping me with whatever my punishment is.”

“Deal,” he said, smiling.

She hoped that she wasn’t going to regret this.

He was right—her dad was lost to his research again. She left some food for him outside of his room, not that she thought he’d eat it, and then the two of them headed out.

Heading out, in this case, involved sneaking out of the house. If Berthold knew that they were going out, he would be angry, and with the way that the doors stuck and the floor creaked, it wasn’t easy to sneak outside. So, instead, they met back in Riza’s room, opened the window, and climbed down the tree.

Riza was much better at it then Roy was, although she wasn’t sure if that was because she had years of practice, or because he was much taller than she was. Either way, they made their way down with little noise, and then crossed the yard quietly, Riza leading the way. As soon as they were on the main road, though, they two went to walking side by side.

The walk to town took about twenty minutes, and the two talked and teased along the way. Roy was excited for the festival, and Riza wasn’t surprised. He was the social type, always enjoying things. He had made fast friends in the town, even though he wasn’t in town terribly often, and already had plenty of connections in the three years he’d been here. Riza, on the other hand, knew people, but she honestly wasn’t friendly with many of them. She found it hard to socialize.

“You’re kidding,” Roy said as they approached the town, laughter and music already heard, the lights being seen. “You’ve never been to the festival?”

Riza shrugged. “Father never lets me go out much. The few I’ve been to, it was because something else needed to be done, and we didn’t stay but for a little while.”

“Man, that’s awful,” Roy said. “There were festivals all the time back home. My aunt or sisters would take me to them, and when I got older, my aunt would smack some money in my hand, and told me to get out of the way.” He grinned. “I think she wanted me to have fun but didn’t want to tell me that.”

“Sounds nice,” Riza said, a small smile on her face. She wondered what it would be like to have that kind of money to spend. As it was, she had a few coins in her pocket, but she doubted that she’d be able to buy much with them.

There were people everywhere at the festival, and booths lined up. Games, food, wares for sale, Riza blinked in surprise. They wandered down main street, just taking it in at first. There were lights strung overhead, crisscrossing across the street. People were in bright clothes, walking around and laughing. At the end of the street there was a dance floor set up with a band playing lively music. Booths selling greasy, quick food sent delicious smells wafting through the air. Riza stared in awe at all of it.

“Hey—come on! Riza, look over here!”

She turned her head toward Roy, where he was waving her over towards one of the booths, grinning. Her shock at it all suddenly wore off, and she smiled back at him, hurrying over towards him and some of his friends. The excitement of the place filled her, and she let it.

The next few hours were a whirlwind, and one of the best evenings that Riza had in her life. She stuck with Roy and some of his friends and their siblings, and for once felt welcomed with the other children. They played games, laughing at the lack of strength, or cheering as someone tried to get a turtle to win a race. Roy paid for her to try her hand at the shooting booth where she impressed the other kids and adults alike at her skill and accuracy, eventually working up to earning a cash prize. Her money in hand, she bought a bag of sugared nuts to share with everyone, even as others bought other food that was distributed between them all. She went for a few whirls on the dance floor, where she discovered that she liked dancing, and danced with a few different boys, including Roy.

She was disappointed when the group broke up, but she did enjoy it just being her and Roy again. He was taking his time looking through the booths, trying to find something to send back to his aunt and to one of his sisters for her birthday. There were all sorts of things for sale. Jewelry, teas, clothing, soaps, candles, ribbons, house goods… Riza wasn’t sure how anyone could ever decide what to buy.

At least, not until her eyes fell on a beautiful lavender ribbon. It was about an inch wide, with a silky look to it. It was the loveliest shade of purple she had ever seen, and she longed to take it with her. The woman running the booth—an out-of-towner—saw how she was looking at it and leaned over a bit to talk to her.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

Riza nodded. “It’s lovely.”

“It’s for sale, you know,” the woman said. “Either in lengths or the whole spool.”

“Really?” Riza asked. “The whole spool?” She imagined decorating dresses with this ribbon, making bows and headbands with it, using it to adorn her clothes. Her hand closed around the money in her pocket.

“Yep,” the woman said. “You can buy the whole spool for 100,000 cenz.”

Riza’s heart sank. Even with her prize, that was far too much for her. “How much for just a length?” she asked, hoping to hear a better price.

“In the smallest length we offer, that’d be 5,000 cenz. But that’s barely enough to tie around a baby’s head.”

Disappointment filled Riza. There was no way she could justify spending that much money on a piece of ribbon. Even with her winnings, she knew exactly where the money would go. Winter was coming, and there were supplies she needed, and cloth for new clothing and dresses, and maybe even a good pair of woolen stockings. This wouldn’t even cover half of that, but she’d do with it what she could.

“Thank you anyway,” Riza said, looking longingly one last time at the ribbon. She turned to find Roy standing there, an item in his hand.

“Just let me buy this, and then we can go back,” Roy said, then paused. “Hey—what’s wrong?”

Riza shook her head. “Nothing. Just worried about Father, that’s all.”

“Sure,” he said, but his brow furrowed. He didn’t believe her.

“I’m going to go wait for you by the tree at the end, okay?” she said.

“Yeah, alright.”

He still sounded perplexed, but she didn’t offer up any information. Instead, she turned, walking down the lane, and taking in the sights and smells and sounds one last time. They really did need to be home soon. They were pushing their luck as it was.

She waited for him by the tree, just a bit away from the festival. She could see it, but she wasn’t a part of it any longer, a familiar feeling in her life. She looked back down the dark road and sighed. She wished they didn’t have to go back. She wished things could stay like this forever.

“Hey! Riza!”

She turned at the call of her name, and saw Roy walking up to her, a couple of packages in hand.

“Did you get what you wanted for your sister?” she asked him.

“Yeah, I think ‘Nessa will love it. But here.” He thrust a package at her. “This is for you.”

She blinked at it in surprise. “What?” she said.

He shook the package. “It’s for you. Go on. Take it!”

Hesitantly, she reached out and took the package, carefully unwrapping it. She gasped when she saw a length of that lavender ribbon inside it. “Roy—what is this?”

“The lady at the booth told me how much you liked it. I thought I’d get it for you.” He explained.

Riza folded the packaging back up. “No,” she said firmly. “I can’t. I can’t take this. It’s too expensive.” She tried to hand it back to him.

Roy shook his head and pressed her hands around it. “No. It’s alright. My aunt sends me some money for spending every month. I don’t use all of it, so I’ve been saving it. Please, Riza,” he said. “You do so much. Let me give you this.”

He was looking at her with those eyes again, the ones that were kind, and she felt her resistance drop. “…alright,” she said. “As long as you promise me you didn’t spend all your money on this!”

“I promise,” he said with a smile.

That settled, the two headed back, walking along the dark road, laughing and joking and enjoying the night. They quieted down as they got near the house, and all too soon they were at the tree. Riza climbed it first, and Roy followed after, both of them carefully slipping inside and giving each other quiet goodnights.

Riza laid the package with the ribbon down on her dresser, opening it up so she could see the ribbon. It’s quiet purple color stood out nicely, and she couldn’t help but stare at it. It was beautiful, and what was more, it was a gift. A gift from Roy, at that. She smiled and readied herself for bed. Tomorrow she would wear it. She could make a headband of it, or even a ribbon necklace. She could tie it around her waist, maybe, or fashion it into a bow. She’d handle it carefully, so that she could used it over and over again.

She was sure that it, like the memories of tonight, would be with her for a very long time.

#flufftober2021 #day 2 #Fullmetal Alchemist #fma #riza hawkeye #Roy Mustang #young riza #young roy #royai friendship

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