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Never Listen To Venkman

Egon Spengler x Reader

(With platonic!Peter Venkman)

Prompt: When you and Peter are left alone to experiment with a suspicious, blue, viscous slime, things go south and Egon comes home to you having a paranormal induced panic attack.

Warnings: panic attacks, autistic meltdowns, sensory issues, detailed descriptions of sensory issues, feeling uncomfortable in one’s own skin.

A/N: Back in my Ghostbusters era. It is contractually obligated that I must re-obsess every time a new movie comes out. I’ve loved Egon since I was a little kid. I can’t believe I’ve never written for him. The italics are flashbacks. This is crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.

The reader is intended to be autistic, but can be read any way you’d like. Anyone is allowed to relate and see themselves in the reader wether they’re autistic or not!

You were sitting at your desk with in your small shared lab with Egon in the firehouse when you heard footsteps. You thought you had been home alone until Peter walked in.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going on a double date with Winston while Ray and Egon were at the movie.” You questioned him, putting down your pen. You had been taking notes on a new kind of slime the boys had found. It was different from the other slime they’d found last month when Vigo was trying to take over. While Vigo’s slime was pink in color, this slime was blue and had a more viscous consistency.

“Oscar had a fever, so Dana and I decided to cancel. She thinks he’s getting his first tooth.” Peter smiles. Despite the jokes he’s made and the amount of times he’s said he was nowhere near ready to be a father, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy being back with Dana again and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love Oscar just as much as he loved her.

“Did Winston still go?” You ask.

“Oh, yeah. He’s probably back in her apartment with the bed rocking as we speak. No way he’s coming home tonight.” Peter laughed at his own joke as you cringe.

“You’re disgusting.” You roll your eyes.

“What are you up to tonight? Got a hot date with a slime? Not too different from your usual dating life.” He chuckles.

“You’re such a dick, Venkman. I figured while everybody was out tonight I’d try to find out SOMETHING about this new slime. Egon and I have been studying it for two days and we have literally nothing.” You gesture to the blue goo on your desk.

“Do you need help?” He asks.

“Are you offering to help me on your night off?” You ask, shocked.

“I’ve got nothing better to do.” Peter shrugs.

“Are you gonna take it seriously?” You hesitate.

“I’m always serious!” Peter bluffs. Peter was never serious. Egon was always serious. His bluntness and black and white thinking had always been a comfort to you. He wasn’t some puzzle you had to figure out. He just was. Being with him wasn’t a guessing game the same way it was with Peter.

“Somehow that’s hard to believe, but I could really use your expertise in parapsychology, so I’ll say yes.” You sigh. You know this probably isn’t the best idea, but Peter knows more about this topic than you do. You’d be stupid to reject his help.

“If you’ll be the subject, I’ll run the experiment.” He says, taking out the helmet with wires.

“Okay.” You agree. Once the helmet is on you should be connected to a series of machines able to read the energy of your emotions, as well as the slime itself, giving you a more direct connection without touching. Peter starts asking you a series of questions, trying to draw different emotional responses.

“Think of a time when you were happy, really happy.” He prompts. Your mind, wandered around the room, trying to think of something, when your eyes landed on Egon’s book sitting on his desk.

It made you think of the first time you realized you had deep feelings for him. While you’d always thought he was attractive, you realized your feelings were deeper than you thought, far beyond a harmless little crush, one day when he let you borrow his book. As you read his notes in the margins you were able to analyze things like him, see the world through his eyes. You saw how his brain connected and processed things. You always liked the person he’d shown you, but writing in the margins is different. When you take notes in a book, you’re not putting on a mask for people to see. Notes in the margins are just for you. There’re your unfiltered thoughts. Seeing who Egon was when nobody was watching was different. He was funny, smart, deep, curious, not as confident as he pretended to be; he didn’t censor himself in his books. He wasn’t quiet in his books. Reading his margins felt intimate.

“You’re thinking about Spengler, aren’t you?” Venkman teases.

“Why would you say that?” You look at him, embarrassed.

“Because you’re in loooooove!” Peter mocks.

“Can we change the subject?” You practically beg.

“Think of a moment where you were uncomfortable.” Peter prompts.

“This conversation.” You fiddle with your fingers.

“No, really. I wanna see how it reacts to discomfort.”

“Fine.” You sigh. You think back to one of your many lab accidents. Working in a lab with sensory issues is never easy and that was something you and Egon both struggled with.

You think back to the day when you superglued your fingers shut by accident. You got them apart, but you couldn’t get the the residue off. You started to hyperventilate, on the verge of tears. You wanted to hit your hands on things, but you knew that wouldn’t help. You couldn’t peel off the glue without peeling off your skin.

“What’s wrong?” Egon looked at you puzzled, and a bit worried.

“Superglue! I- I- I can’t get it off!” You shake your hands, violently, your whole body is tensed up.

Egon quickly takes a bottle out from his desk drawer and runs over to you. He grabs your hands.

“Look at me, (Y/N). It’s okay. I’ll take off all the residue.” He promises, giving you a soft smile. Despite not liking seeing you in such discomfort, he forces the smile to help calm you down. He begins to massage the liquid from the bottle onto your fingers with a rag.

“See, it’s okay. It’s coming off.” He continues to speak softly, calming you.

“What is that stuff?” You ask.

“I wish I could say it’s some sort of fancy, scientific, protective disinfectant, but as it so happens it’s only nail polish remover.” You both chuckle quietly. “Janine gave it to me the last time I got superglue on something and couldn’t get it off.” He smiles down at your hands, still focused on getting the last little bit off.

“This slime is so different from the mood slime. I thought I saw it let go of a bubble, but it’s mostly doing nothing. I think it might be dead. I think it might be time to bury it in the backyard.” Peter begins to fake sob.

“Knock it off.” You laugh. “What backyard? This is Manhattan!”

“You should try touching it.” Peter suggests.

“Egon, said I should under no circumstances touch it directly, especially while he’s not here.” You inform him.

“Well Egon, is being overprotective. Nothing bad happened when everyone else touched the pink slime and I accidentally ate green slime once.” Venkman says.

“What do you mean accidentally?” You ask.

“It was our first mission. Slimer ran through me. It was a whole thing. I think you should touch it… You might be able to figure out what it is before Spengler gets back…” He tries to change your mind.

“You’re sure there were no serious side effects from touching the other slimes?” You ask, hesitantly. Egon would be annoyed if he found out you went against his pleas to keep your hands away from the plasma, but you wanted to impress him.

“Nothing serious. I grew an extra pinky, but they cut it off.” He jokes.

“Haha, very funny, Venkman.” You roll your eyes.

“Fine.” You sigh, taking a deep breath before plunging your hand into the blue viscous goo. “Oh…This is literally fine.” You feel no effect, but when your heart rate picks up you realize you spoke too soon. You fall onto the floor, knocking over the slime. You feel like your heart is racing, like it could beat out of your chest and you can’t suck enough air into your lungs. You’re terrified.

“(Y/N)!” Peter yells, rushing to the floor to help you. He tries to touch the the hand not covered in blue slime, but you push him away, sobbing. You don’t want him anywhere near you. You’re slipping away from reality into a deep state of panic and paranoia.

“Please! No!” You sob. It’s the only thing you can manage to get out. You barley recognize Peter anymore. He doesn’t feel like a friend. He feels like a threat.

“Honestly, the movie was quite terrible. Ray stopped for a 99 cent pizza on the corner. What did you- (Y/N)?!” Egon speaks as he enters the room, cutting himself off when he notices you’re in distress.

“Pete, what happened?!” Egon questions once he sees Venkman.

“We were doing an experiment and they touched the goo and they just started freaking out. They won’t let me near them.” Peter tells him, obviously shaken. You hear the two men, but you don’t process them. It’s like you’re underwater.

“This is different from their usual sensory issues. I think they’re having a panic attack.” Egon kneels in front of you. “(Y/N), you’re okay. You’re safe. You’re in the firehouse. I’m here.” He tells you slowly.

“I- I can’t breathe!” You gasp for air.

“Your lungs are expanding and contracting at a rate too fast for your body to intake oxygen. I need you to try to breathe slow and deep with me. In…and out. Nice and slow.” He prompts. “Peter, I need latex gloves and towels.” Venkman could have made multiple jokes about Egon’s command, but looking at you this way made him uneasy. It wasn’t the right time. After being handed the gloves, Egon slipped them on and got to work cleaning off your slime covered arm. You begin to sob, overwhelmed by the feeling of the slime, the latex gloves, and the towel. It was difficult to handle on top of your panic attack. “Peter, we need to get them into the decontamination shower.”

“No!” You gasp between sobs.

“Come, on. I’ll go with you. We can get all the plasma off of you.” Egon speaks softly, but with a gentle urgency, as he tries to coax you to the shower. You shake your head no. “Are you against touch right now?” He asks.

“They did not like when I touched them.” Venkman warns.

“Only you-“ You break out in a sob. It doesn’t even cross your mind that you may be offending Peter by only wanting Egon. Luckily he’s not offended. Egon begins to take off his glove to provide skin to skin contact on the arm not drenched in slime in an effort to comfort you.

“Aren’t you worried about getting that stuff on you?” Venkman questions, worried Egon will shutdown like you.

“I’m getting in the decontamination shower anyway.” Egon shrugs, turning to you. He takes your hand in his, softly rubbing the top with his thumb.

“But- but your clothes will get all wet!” You sob. You knew Egon had his own sensory issues. You’d often have to help him when his long sleeves would get wet during experiments. It would drive him crazy. He avoided puddles like the plague and always had an umbrella nearby.

“Try not to worry about me right now. I just want you to focus on your breathing. I can always change my clothes.” He smiles. While it hurts him to see you so distressed, he was happy to know you cared about his comfort. “Let’s go shower. You can’t leave all that slime on you. I believe it’s worsening your mental state.” You nod, still crying.

“I’ll get them under the shower, I’ll need you to turn it on. Make sure not to touch the slime. I got a minuscule amount on my finger and it’s making me rather anxious. I can only imagine what this amount is doing to them.” Egon tells Peter. He helps you to stand, walking your trembling form over to the shower. “There we go. Just a few more steps. You’re doing wonderfully, (Y/N).” Egon softly attempts to comfort you.

Once you’re under the shower head, Venkman turns it on. Both you and Egon jolt at the sudden water pressure. He tightens both his jaw and his grip on you, holding his eyes shut tight. He can’t stand the feeling of his wet clothes against his body, but he’s brave for you. Once adjusted to the water, Egon begins to wash the slime off your body with care. Peter leaves to go upstairs and get you some towels. You feel the panic and paranoia start to leave your body. Despite still being incredibly anxious, you were starting to phase out of your slime induced panic attack. You lean against Egon, struggling to hold your own body weight. Maybe you’ll be more embarrassed tomorrow, but right now you just needed to be held. You were craving pressure on your body. You felt as if you would float off the ground if you weren’t held down. Egon wraps his arms around you, bringing you closer. He places a kiss on your forehead before placing his chin on top of your head. You snuggled into his chest, finding his pulse. You didn’t have the time or the bandwidth in your brain to think about what the kiss meant. You just wanted to be close to him.

“You’re okay, (Y/N). You’re safe.” Egon tells you. You’re not sure if it’s for your benefit or his. It’s for both, really.

You’re quiet for most of the night, unable to bring yourself to speak. Egon doesn’t mind. He thinks a verbal shutdown is more than understandable after the night you’ve had. After the shower, you follow Egon around the fire station. You don’t want to be alone right now. He doesn’t mind. He puts out some of his clothes for you to wear; pajama pants and one of his soft sweaters. He goes to leave the room for you to change, but you stop him.

“Can- can we just like? Turn around?” You ask. “I’m sorry. If you’re uncomfortable, that’s okay. I just really don’t wanna be alone right now.” You voice is hoarse from crying.

“Of course.” He smiles, turning around.

“I’m decent.” He informs you after a minute of rustling.

“Me too.” You tell him and you both turn around.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him, near tears again. You feel awful for how tonight went. This was supposed to be the boys’ day off. Egon gives you a sad look.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You were just trying to help. Venkman told me he put you up to it anyway.” Egon sighs.

“I probably shouldn’t have listened to him.” You let out a sad chuckle, one tear slipping past you, down your cheek. You wipe it quickly.

“Never listen to Venkman.” Egon gives a sad laugh.

“At least we figured out what the slime does… Egon, can I ask you a question?” You hesitate.

“Well, you just did, but yes.” He smiles, joking to lighten the mood. You smile at him.

“Why did you do all that? You took off your gloves, putting yourself at risk and then you put yourself through sensory hell just to get me cleaned up.” You question him.

“Isn’t it obvious? (Y/N), I care about you.” You look at him, thinking about the tone in his words. You can’t quite decipher it, but there’s something else there. Is it possible he could feel the same way about you that you feel about him? “You should get some sleep.” He interrupts your thoughts. “If you’d rather not be alone, you may sleep in my room tonight. I would find it beneficial to monitor you overnight to watch for long lasting effects, anyway.” He adds.

“Only if that’s okay with you.” You hesitate.

“Of course it’s okay with me. I just suggested it.” He smiles.

Once you’re settled into bed, Egon turns off the lights and climbs in next to you.

“Egon, I’m still anxious.” You blurt out into the dark.

“Do you need pressure?” He asks.

“Yes.” You say, hoping he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t seem to mind, as he scoops you into his arms. You cuddle into his chest, surrounded by him, surrounded by safety. You know this should be weird, but it doesn’t feel weird. As Egon kisses the top of your forehead again, bidding you goodnight, you wonder what this all means. You wonder what you are to each other. You feel you’ve crossed the line as friends, but you’re too tired and too awkward and too anxious to talk about labels. You and Egon never quite fit into boxes as people anyway. Your relationship didn’t need to either. Whatever this was between you was comforting. It was safe and it was going to help you sleep tonight.

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 9 months

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The Bathroom Floor

Requested: No/Yes

Warnings: Suicidal hints or themes?

Description: You had no idea how you got there. Neither did Bill. Both ending up on the bathroom floor in pain. But to you, Bill was all that mattered.

"It's okay, it's okay…" Bill heaved, out of breath and leaning his back against the bathroom wall.

You laid your torso in his lap, held up in his arms as he hooked his arm under your legs, keeping you there as his other hand held the back of your head.

"You can cry. You can…but please don't do that again." Bill said, tears in his eyes as he did his best to keep his voice calm after walking in on a nightmare.

He found you on the floor bathroom door locked as you did god knows what.

Bill knew you were struggling, but walking in on your life almost gone and your eyes almost empty, he knew it had gotten worse.

"I can't do it anymore, Bill." You cried, Bill rocking your body back and forth as you sobbed, no physical pain on your body but just the feeling washing over you was pain enough.

The pain you caused yourself. The pain Bill was desperately trying to patch up and kiss better.

"I don't wanna do it anymore." You shook your head, sobbing as Bill leaned back. His own tears fell down his face as he shook his head, cupping your cheek as he wiped away the tears.

"I know it's bad. I know. But please don't leave me. Stay for me, please." Bill begged, his forehead leaning onto yours as he cried, shaking as he held you.

You both could merely hold each other, both in two different types of pain.

But they didn't matter.

With Bill kissing away the tears, kissing your arms and every body part you hated that he loved, it didn't matter.

Because Bill was there.

And Bill was all that mattered.

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twistedbloodstain · 4 months

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I have two ideas for the marquis de framing that I think you’d do great writing!

1: where the reader is interrogating the marquis (meaning she kidnapped him) and through there, they start to get feelings for each other

2: reader (who had a relationship of some sort with the marquis) fakes their death because they couldn’t take the assassin world. The marquis is devastated (lots of angst hehehe). They meet again while the reader is trying to help someone (maybe John, lol)

3: reader who is part of the high table meets the marquis for the first time. Sorta like live at first sight.

vincent de gramont x reader: i could never give you peace | what’s meant to be is supposed to be

plot: the one where he finds you again.

warnings: the reader’s a medic/healer in here SORRYYY…, she knew john from before, he rats her out lolz, kidnapping except vincent doesn’t do it this time..(yay! cuz he forced someone else to do it!!!), anon im so sorry i focused too hard on one part, i will do an extra (i swear)

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“stay still.” you mumble.

mr. wick lets out a small grunt while you sew his wound back together, nothing too fatal (at least in his standards) but without the help of any anesthesia or alcohol to soothe the pain, the assassin had no choice but to follow.

“don’t worry, it's almost done.” you whisper almost finished with patching up the flesh on his back. “and..there..”

he immediately gets off his seat and reaches for his shirt stationed on a random desk scattered with medical supplies. he digs into his suit jacket and fishes out a coin and hands it over to you, you accept it eagerly and begin cleaning up.

“you need any help with transport?” you inquire while you discard your bloodied gloves and utensils.

“yeah.”

“on your way out turn left and find the guy with a gray jacket. he’s one of winston’s men, he’ll help you out. where are you headed?” you inquire while washing your hands. he hesitantly answers before offering a reply.

“paris.”

“oh.” you stop in your movements and look at him. he stands near the door way all dressed up with blood caking his temples, he still looks rugged and in no shape to do what he has to do in pairs but your opinion likely doesn’t matter to him.

“good luck, i guess.” you mutter.

“you’ve been there.” he says.

“i..have.” you hope he doesn’t press any further.

“what’s in paris?” he questions but doesn’t take a step further.

“for you?” you uneasily say, he doesn’t reply.

“a dangerous man. i..think you’ll die trying just to get what you want, mr. wick. but hey, who knows? maybe, it’s now him.” you explain.

“the guy who had the continental demolished, was it him?” he sternly asks.

“..yes, i think it was him.” you confess, avoiding his eyes.

it had been almost three years since you left that country.

three years since you left him.

you can’t even bear to say his name because if you do, all of it will spill out. how he met you, how kept you and how he loved you.

he nods, “and for you?”

“an even more dangerous man.”

ever since mr. wick entered and left your clinic. you've been in a constant state of anxiety. the mere thought and mention of him had you nervous, especially when you heard that he was in new york a few days ago. you thought it was all over, that he found you and was going to rip you from your freedom in this city.

the following news shocked you to your core, the new york continental being demolished was not in your bingo card as to why he’d be here. all because of an excommunicated assassin which you had tended to almost a day after the bombing.

although you’re horrified with the state of events, relief flooded you when you realized he wasn’t there for you. you’d still be safe from him.

but you can’t help but think what all of this means for him. at some point, you know that john wick will kill him, and you somehow played a part in it. you feel a tinge of regret for him but it’s quickly overshadowed with the horrors he’s done and you don’t feel as bad.

he did like you though, when you still worked at france for him as his estate medic. whenever he found himself wounded in the line of fire in an ambush attack, you were the one who tended to his wounds and saw him at his weakest. you don’t know why but a strong sense of trust was established between the two of you.

you thought it to be a friendship but fleeting glances of affection would seep through when you talked or when a large bouquet of flowers suddenly appeared in your clinic after patching him up.

you toyed with a pin he gave you, his insignia. only he wore it proudly on his coat and truly, it warmed you to him. he did make you feel appreciated, small touches on your back and sometimes fiddling with your hands whenever you sewed his wounds, gave you butterflies in your stomach.

with you he was just…vincent.

soft words and touches with soulful eyes looking into yours, just gentleness and affection present in him. it made you indulge into it too, that he isn’t the cruel man people made him out to be. he isn’t heartless, that’s just how the world is.

a naive perspective.

a perspective that was easily shattered when you’d hear a bloodcurdling scream from the barn, and he walks out with blood on his hands and a disgusted look on his face from his clothes being stained. gunshots echoing beneath the servant’s staircases and thudding bodies being dragged into the secluded forests of the estate. you whisper to yourself those very same words even if all his actions sent chills on your spine.

but the truth of it is that, he is heartless. he is the man people made him out to be and you’re a fool thinking he could be better for you but at the end of the day, he is still the marquis.

it made you think. what if this is all a game to him? what if the moment he finds you uninteresting you become another stain on his suit?

it’s not a secret that men like him love having delicate pretty things only to break them apart. that’s all you are his current delicate and pretty thing.

you decided to leave. you weren’t staying long enough to find out what would happen to you, feelings be damned when you’re easily replacable to him. you knew that the marquis was like a dog to a bone when he didn’t get the things he wanted, which only pooled fears into your stomach should he find you in new york.

he cannot have you.

you stare at the pin before chucking the pin somewhere in the room, you get up from your chair and begin closing the windows from your clinic.

a knock comes from the door, you chuck the remaining medical materials into a random desk and walk up to the door. wounded assassins aren’t a strange occurrence at this time of the evening but something…felt different.

your gut was telling you to ignore the person on the other side and stay still. you thought that maybe if you didn’t answer the person would go away. wanting to play things safe you don’t mutter a word that would alert them of your presence. it usually worked in some cases.

the knocking persists, much harder and louder now. your hands begins to shake and your eyes start looking around for an emergency firearm to help defend yourself, your actions frantically halt when you hear a voice through the door.

“doc?” a gruff voice asks.

you sight and put a hand on your chest. it’s just john wick. you eagerly open the door to let him in.

“john.” you greet, “come inside.” you invite him as you walk inside.

john doesn’t follow you and a confused expression takes your face, until you take a good look at him. for the first time, john wick doesn’t look wounded to you, his face and hands void of any blood, a new bulletproof suit adorning his body, a french one you notice but it still leaves you questioning things.

“i’m assuming france went successful.” you say.

“…it’s close.” he pauses before replying, seeming as if he’s finding the right words to say.

“what do you need?” you question.

“it’s winston. he’s been shot.” you freeze.

oh dear. you never really approved of the things he did but a soft spot was always present for him and charon. they helped you settle here in new york, but winston took you in even when he knew of your history with vincent. you swore to always help him in ways you could and now the opportunity presented itself.

the car sped down the street with you and john in tow. you hold your medical kit close to your lap, feeling uneasy with the thought of losing the old man. charon had been so recent and you don’t think you bear to lose the friends you’ve made along the way.

you glance at john and he looks calm and composed as usual, eerily so. a week earlier he was calm but you could feel his anger and determination simmering underneath his skin. now it looked like he was taking a walk in a park. you eye him carefully, uneasiness seeping in your stomach.

“did they give it to you?” you ask, he looks at you before clearing his throat.

“just an extension.” he answers, knowing exactly what you were referring to.

“to do what?” you ask again, john doesn’t budge and continues driving, ignoring your question. your eyes stay on him but he doesn’t look at you.

silence settles into the car and you lean back in your seat. you really wish your brought your gun with you right now. you don’t know why but you have a feeling that something is wrong right now, especially with john. he’s not telling you something.

or maybe it really is none of your business. perhaps he wanted to spare the bloody details of how he’s going to win his freedom back. you relax and try to forget the uneasiness, trying to remember that winston is the priority right now, you shut your eyes. all of your fears are gathering together and it’s making you overthink your interaction with john, everything’s okay.

the loud sound of drilling makes you open your eyes, you look at the window and you see a familiar street.

the new york continental was being rebuilt.

your apprehensiveness returns.

“john?” you look at him once again, “who shot winston?”

“he got hit during the line of fire.” this time he replies.

bullshit. winston would have an emergency plan before the shooting started.

“in new york?” you press.

“yeah.”

another bullshit. you could see through his lies, he’s clearly fresh out of france. what was he trying to do?

“j-john.” you voice shakes almost as if you’re begging. something happened in france, something that saved both winston and john.

he looks at you with regret in his eyes. not enough to save you for what’s about to come.

“where are you taking me?” you sputter, your heart beating fast in anxiety, “i’ve done nothing but help you, please don’t do this!”

“he took winston with him and he found out.” he quietly defends.

“please help me, i don’t want to go back!” you begin crying, tears rolling down your face, “he’ll kill me!”

he makes no reply and continues driving. with no hope left with him, you try to open your side of the door. he immediately notices this and grabs your arm trying to stop you from leaving, you begin hitting him with your other arm.

you know that he doesn’t want to do this but it feels so unfair. you’ve saved his life only to throw yours away.

“let go of me!” you scream.

“i’m sorry.”

you feel a prick in your neck.

you feel a heavy sensation pulling at your leg, your eyes feeling groggy still wanting to keep your lids closed. however the sensation persists and this forces you to open your eyes and sit up.

a dark room welcomes you, only a small lamp helping you take a small look of where you are. specifically, on a plush bed and a decorated room. your body feels heavy from exhaustion which makes you lean back to the pillow behind you.

pondering what made you feel so tired when you haven’t done much for the night, you’ve sewn back together…a pair of assassins for the night? or was it three? two austrians and…who?a french? no…no..it was winston.

that’s right.

wait.

only you didn’t treat winston.

you bolt up, your body seemingly sobers from the realization.

john brought you here in exchange for his freedom.

you look around to see some sort of presence in the room but with the darkness it was hard to tell, nevertheless you hopped off the bed and bolted to the wooden door nearby. no wonder the place looked familiar, only the marquis would have a place as frivolous as this.

you need to leave right now. your hand reaches for the door until you find your body being slammed on the floor. a groan leaves your throat, in pain you massage your forehead and look around.

oh goodness.

a gasp leaves your mouth when you see a chain wrapped around your ankle, you inspect your foot before tracing the lines of chains, which were sourced on the thick foot of the bed you were on.

you tug it to check its strength and to see how long it actually goes. it was long enough to walk around the room but not long enough to reach the door. this is basically your fully furnished torture chamber.

fuck. fuck. fuck.

a loud creak echoes through the room.

you really hate how things are right now.

he’s going to kill you. kill you for leaving him, how you easily made him look humiliated for being abandoned.

feeling your knees weaken you sit back on the bed and your hands shake in trepidation. the marquis’ simple presence made you scared of him, you felt tears falling down once again and you lowered your head, not wanting to look weak right now.

his footsteps are heard through the room, the door loudly closes shut, a thud echoing. he doesn’t say a word.

you feel everything leave your body. hope,freedom and life mostly.

he walks up to you until you see his shoes on the floor, a blurry sight entering your eyes due to the tears, he touches you, tilting your chin upwards and you do everything not to flinch. was he going to snap your neck?

you look at him and he still looks the same, slightly more mature.

but the same man you met a few years ago, if you jumped back into your rose tinted glasses, you’d probably see the vincent you cherished at some point if you weren’t so frightened right now.

he inspects you, his eyes wandering through your face. searching for something that’s supposed to be there, his lips part almost as if he’s about to say something but you beat him to it.

“i-i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” apologies spill out of your lips, wanting to take the chance of saving yourself, “i-i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to.” you cry. your hand reaches up to his hand that held your chin and you grip it for mercy, his hold on you weakens.

he doesn’t say anything and leans forward to you. you need him to say something, anything, whether it meant he’d simply say he wants yuu dead.

“please forgive me, just please don’t kil-“ he cuts you off.

with a kiss.

not a firm one but a surprisingly soft kiss on your lips.

he takes your hands into his and fiddles with it, trying to find his place in them just like before, he halts the kiss and leans towards your face. the man right in front of you wasn’t the marquis, it was vincent.

your vincent.

the one with soft eyes looking at you with relief and adoration. the gaze that looked at you as if you were the most precious thing on earth, he wipes the tears on your cheeks and the next thing he says dissolves all sense of worry out of you.

“i could never hurt you.” he whispers.

author’s note: this kinda doesn’t make sense bc im so braindead rn to expand things but basically vincent finds medic!reader through winston and in exchange for the continental and john’s freedom, john brings medic!reader back to vincent. so basically she got ratted out lolz. this would work better if i made a vincent pov would be fun but i have a bunch of prompts to work on…(tempting) + he literally chained her down to him (hshshsh marriage allegory…) i kinda want to be funky dynamic of obsessed man + “ngl what’s wrong with this guy but i vibe with it” woman

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tottgeliebt · 6 months

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little mess ( bill kaulitz x gender neutral reader )

before you read :

it’s been a long time since I wrote my last oneshot, so don’t be judgy it’s just for fun :3

+ english isn’t my first language

bill is just a needy little whore ^o^

You give him a light kiss on the cheek and closed the door behind you.

Now he’s alone, alone in the new apartment you guys just moved in together. There are still boxes lying around from the move that haven't been cleaned up yet, but Bill didn't care about the mess. Instead of cleaning up, he waits for you like a lost puppy.

You told him to do it, but somehow you knew that he’s not going to do anything while ur not home.

After only 2 minutes , Bill's eyes became heavier and heavier until they closed and he fell asleep. He slumbers curled up on the couch and lets out a quiet sigh. something happens, his boxers and pants are getting tight, the material is stretching out more and the tightness starts to feel uncomfortable. The black haired boy is dreaming, dreaming about you. About how you’re using him in his dreams.

oh how bad he wants this to happen in real right now. After calmly opening his eyes, hes leaning towards the pillow while lifting his head to have a better sight around.

There it is!! Your shirt you left on the table. Bill grabbed it and started Inhaling the fabric.

He loves the way you smell, it makes him needy everytime.

He removed the old pillow sheet from the couch pillow and puts your shirt on it.

The poor boy can't think clearly, the only thing he wants is you and only you. He wants to feel your hand around his bulge,and your lips pressed against his.

It kills him every time you're not home, so he sits on the pillow and starts rubbing his bulge on it.

With every push forward he lets out a quiet sound, he knew it feels more intense if he removed his boxers but he doesn’t want to ruin your shirt.

His eyes get more foggy and unfocused as his mouth falls open, and tightness his grip on the fabric of your shirt, while pushing his hips more desperate on it.

God how good it feels, but his boxers prevent him from getting the full and intense feeling.

Like a dog in heat he removes his boxers, and starts humping the pillow with his bare dick rubbing against it.

Quiet whimpers come out of his mouth as he tries to be as quiet as possible, he is paranoid that the neighbors will hear him while he is alone.

He feels the orgasm getting closer and closer, and desperately rubs his dick against the fabric with more pressure like a braindead stupid dog. He only has you and your scent in his mind.

The thought of him using you brings him closer and makes him moan your name out loud.

With a loud moan, he ruins your t-shirt with his cum and falls onto his side, out of breath.

He guiltily tries to clean your shirt with his tongue, still too much in his headspace to be logical not knowing he makes an even bigger mess like that.

You came back home after 15 minutes, yes it was only 15 minutes but for Bill it felt like forever.

you see him desperately on the couch, trying to clean your shirt.

He turns his head and stares at you with big glassy eyes.

Ashamed, he hides his head under the blanket, that lies next to him on the couch as you come closer to him.

“i know you want to be treated like a pretty doll, but how can I do such when you don’t behave like one?”

You say in a quiet, light voice as you caress his thighs.

“awhh you missed me too much? you couldn’t hold back, right?”

You smile a little and removes the blanket off Bill's head to give him intense eye contact.

“what should we do now about the mess you made?”

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz fanfic #tokio hotel #tokiohotel oneshot #bill kaulitz one shot #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz #gustav schäfer #georg listing

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bkaulitzz · 8 months

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𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬

smut from one of my wattpad one shots b_kaulitzz is the @ if u wanna check out more :))

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warnings/info: p n v, degrading, praising, protected sex, afab reader, fem x bill, oral! m receiving and f receiving, USAGE OF Y/N

synopsis: y/n and bill are college students, and y/n has a secret second life?

more under cut :)

I chewed on my pen, looking over at the black-haired male from time to time. The lecture hall was filled with whispered chatter, bright light blaring into our eyes during this early morning. I just wanted to get out of this class, did the professor really have to make us do partner work? I looked over to his surface, watching him scribble stuff down in his notebook. "Could you at least actually write?" I grumbled. Bill looked over to me with a glare, digging his pen into his notebook.

"Well, maybe if you helped me?? You're just sitting and watching, " He scoffed. I clenched my notebook and furrowed my brows.

"I am! I wanted you to look up the definition!" I huffed and pushed the textbook in his direction. He rolled his eyes and placed his pen down.

"Then, what the hell are you doing?" He raised an eyebrow and opened the glossary. I instinctively rolled my eyes back to think, before looking back down at him.

"I'll do the poster, " I pressed my lips together and watched as he glared at me. I wanted to wipe that look off him, he always drove me insane.

"Like you'll do it this time, maybe YOU should do the definitions, " Bill scoffed and shoved his notebook over to me. I raised my arms, gritting my teeth as my supplies rolled over to the left side.

"I did do the poster last time! Can you just do the damn definitions?" I shoved his notebook back and he rolled his eyes, as I collected my pens back into place.

"Sure, anything for you sweetheart, " He gave me a mocking smirk, before writing down the definitions.

"Thanks, " I rolled my eyes, he always gave me a little pet name when he was annoyed with me. It was annoying to hear from his lips. I put my earbuds in, to ignore him while doing more research in another textbook. After 30 minutes, I finally got two whole pages down, from top to bottom. I smiled down at my notes, the side of my palm covered in blue ink. I took out my earbuds, turning to Bill. "How much did you get down?" I asked, and he pushed over his notebook again, it was also filled with needed definitions.

"Is that enough for you, little princess?" He said in a mocking tone, giving me doe eyes. I sighed, looking over it with a grin.

"Yea, actually. Good job, doggy, " I mocked back, Bill sucked his teeth and took his notebook back. The bell rang and I shoved all my supplies back into my bag. Finally. I thought, I was so glad I only had one class for the day. I put my back over my shoulder and quickly left. Bill watched with a raised eyebrow as he packed up.

***

I sat at my vanity, fixing my brunette wig, gently fixing the curls. I leaned over, fixing the spaghetti straps of my top before picking up the eyeliner to fix my makeup. The faint club music could be heard, as I sat there with the other strippers. They gossiped about their boyfriends, and I listened in and put in my input from time to time. I smacked my lips, the gloss shimmering as I sat back to look at myself. It was my favorite part of this job, dolling up for the show. It was so hard to compete with other strippers though, I've only been here for a few weeks and all the customers wanted the same girls. Who could blame them though? They were all beautiful. Candy looked over in at me with awe, holding a big grin.

"You look amazing, Chanel, " She winked, rubbing my shoulder. It was the name I chose, to hide my real life away. I turned to her with a smile, her compliments meant everything to me. She made me feel ten times hotter than I already looked.

"Thank you, I hope everything goes well tonight, " I sighed and leaned down to fix my black stilettos. She eyed me up and down with a smirk.

"You'll do amazing as always, you should go though. People are waiting, " She whispered, I widened my eyes and quickly got up after I fixed my right stiletto. She blew a kiss at me as I started inching towards the stage area. "Good luck!" She called out, my heart raced as I heard the music start.

I bit my lip, holding eye contact with some of the hungry men as I walked out. They hollered and whistled as I cat walked to the pole on the stage above them, before swaying my hips. I felt as if I was a piece of candy, surrounded by a crowd of toddlers. I danced to the music while grabbing a hold of the cold metal pole, feeling money fly around me, the music pounding in my chest. I put my whole body into the music, continuing to sway to the music and putting on a tease show for them. Flashing colored lights on me as I continued. I gulped as I smoothly went down the stage after some time, trying not to stiffen up as I walked into the crowd of men. I scoped out the place for a person to choose, my knees were bound to give up on me as I walked towards him. But, before I could even reach him, I felt a hand on my wrist pulling me over gently to their couch. I yelped and my eyes were wide, looking down at the male. They only opened more as I looked down at him, his lids were covered in black eyeshadow. I couldn't believe my eyes. Bill bit his lip up at me, tilting his head.

"Hey, sexy. I've never seen you here, are you new?" He hummed as I stood in front of him, another stripper beginning her show on stage behind us. I laughed nervously, no way. I swallowed the lump in my throat, it felt as if my throat was tightening if I kept looking down at him. "I didn't mean to scare you, sweets, what's your name at least?" He asked, I let out a breath of relief. I felt as if the weight on my shoulders lifted, so he can't tell. I bit my lip as I straddled his lap, he was so annoying in class but with him looking like this, I couldn't pass it.

"Chanel, " I spoke, hoping he couldn't recognize my voice. He held my hips as I grinded onto him, he bit his lip as he looked up at me.

"God, I want you to myself, could I rent a room with you for a few hours?" He smirked, rubbing my sides. I held his shoulders and tilted my head, continuing to grind at him.

"At what cost?" I raised an eyebrow and his breath began to go heavy. He bit his lip with a smile, leaning into my ear to whisper.

"I'll give you a night to remember, " Bill's warm breath against my ear caused me to shiver, and my heart skipped a beat. He leaned back and gave me a devious smile. I nibbled on my bottom lip and thought for a bit as I continued to grind.

"Fine, but only two hours, " I let out and slid off his lap. He stood up, still towering over me even with my stilettos on.

"I won't waste a minute, " He spoke as I took his wrist, leading him to the back and up the stairs, the music fainting behind us. I pushed an empty room door open, pulling him in and locking the door behind us. He looked around, his eyebrows raised. "Mirrors?"

"Yea, you get to see the show from every angle, " I winked and he pulled me over to the bed. There were mirrors above us, in front of us, and even a few individual mirrors leaning against a corner of the pink-salmon-painted walls. He sat down, pulling me beside him.

"Tell me what you want, " He hummed and took a lock of my wig, curling it in his finger. I gulped and squinted at him.

"What do I want? I'm used to being told what to do, " I said with a nervous laugh. He tilted his head and moved his hand over to my neck, caressing the side.

"You rather be told what to do?" He came close and caressed my cheek with his thumb. I felt my face heat up as he spoke. He always drove me nuts, yet here he was making me go tingly under his touch. He smiled down at me, his nose nearly on mine.

"Well, hm, " I looked down and thought for a few seconds, before looking back up at him. I raised a hand onto his cheek, leaning in to give him a deep kiss. He hummed and closed his eyes, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. I felt butterflies in my stomach, his lips felt like they were hugging mine. I moved a hand down to his torso, rubbing it up and down before moving it to his crotch. His breath hitched as he felt my hand palm him, smirking against my lip as he moved his hand to my neck. He pulled away, leaving kiss trails down my neck. I panted softly, feeling him kiss around before leaving love bites. I winced, closing my eyes as I let out soft moans. "B- I mean, god please I want to please you, " I grit my teeth, looking down at him. He pulled away and leaned back, a hand on my thigh as he rubbed.

"Please me? You're already pleasing me enough, " Bill gave a small smile as he squeezed my thigh.

"I know, I know. But, you are the client, " I spoke, sliding off the bed and to my knees. I sat on my legs, between his knees as he looked down at me. I slithered my hands to his belt, unbuckling it and soon undoing his pants. He nibbled on his lip as he watched.

"You look so beautiful from this angle, " He said, I felt my face heat up, looking away from his eyes to continue. He looked into the mirror in front of us, biting his lip from the view. He eyed my body from the mirror and the front, his eyes flickering between my curves and cleavage. He smirked, helping me as he pulled his pants down a bit, pulling out his hard length. I widened my eyes, looking up at him as I took it in my hand. His mouth hung low, and feeling my hand around him caused him to let out small whimpers. My free hand took out a condom from my top, the other still pumping him. "You're doing so well, " He let out as I tore the condom package with my teeth. I placed the condom in my mouth, positioning it as the rim lined up with my lips. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I pumped him. Bill gripped the bed sheets as he watched me, my mouth in an 'o' shape as I placed it to his tip. I took him whole, the condom unraveling and wrapping around him. I gagged and looked up at him with tears in my eyes, pulling off with a pop. He gasped at the trick, and I gave him a small smile in return. "Let me please you, " He took my wrist and pulled me up onto the bed, laying me down. "Can I?" He asked as he crawled on top of me.

"I'd love to see what you can do, " I smirked at him, yet more butterflies formed in my stomach as he continued. He made me feel so weak in the knees, I felt like melted butter under his touch. Bill smiled at me, leaning down to kiss my collarbone. He trailed soft kisses down to my stomach. My breath hitched, trembling as he came down lower, a finger under my thong strap.

"Tell me if I should ever stop, " He looked up at me for reassurance, and I only nodded as he continued. I pressed my lips together as he slid my thong to my ankles. He slid off the bed and pulled me close by my thighs, kissing around my core. "You're soaking wet, all for me." He said and I felt my face heat up, I let out a sharp gasp as I felt cold metal glide against my clit. I covered my mouth, feeling his tongue flick against my clit. "Right there?" He hummed and kissed my clit, sucking on it. I clenched my eyes shut, my thighs going to close but was forced open by his hands. I let out muffled moans under my hand, arching my back. "You taste so sweet, let them know how good I make you feel, " He spoke against my core, before licking the folds. I removed my hand, whimpering.

"B- B," I managed to get out, reaching down to pull his hair. He let out a slight moan, sucking and nibbling on my clit.

"What are you saying? You dumb slut, can't control yourself?" He degraded, and I felt vibrations against my clit, arching my back more. He slid two fingers into my core, curling them for my G-spot. Once he did, I let out a loud cry of pleasure. "That's right, good girl. Tell them how good I make you feel, " Bill sucked on my clit, my thighs shaking as I gripped a handful of his hair.

"Fuck! You feel so good, fuck, " I let out, he was going to make me lose my cover. I grinded against his tongue, letting out moans.

"Look at me, " He demanded, I whimpered as I looked down at him. I pushed his head, grinding against his face as he held my thighs. Bill glided his tongue against me, causing me to only moan louder.

"Fuck- I'm-" I felt my thighs shake, clenching my eyes shut as I released all over his mouth. He licked all the liquid up as he rubbed my thighs, coming up to kiss my lips hungrily. I breathed heavily against his lips as he laid beside me. I rubbed his chest up and down, before straddling over his lap. He held my waist, my hands in his hair as our lips never left one another. I pulled away from the kiss, leaving kisses on his neck as I left trails of hickeys. I leaned back, swallowing a lump in my throat as we breathed heavily. I looked pumped his member, aligning him to my core. He let out soft moans, holding my sides.

"Are you sure?" Bill asked, I nodded before slowly sliding down onto his member. I let out a sharp moan, taking him whole. He let out a groan, looking up at me as he held my hips to help guide me down. "Fuck, you're such a good slut, taking me whole, " He breathed out, I placed my hands on his lower torso, whimpering as I felt him. I began to grind against him, slowly bouncing up and down. He looked up at the mirror above us, only getting turned on more. He threw his head back as he felt me around him, letting out loud moans.

"Fuck, Bi-...Fuck, you feel so good, " I cried out, my head hung low as my legs shook, not being able to continue. He watched, taking my waist and bucking his hips into me.

"You're doing so good, letting me fuck your pussy like this. You slut, " He breathed out, as I let out moans and cries. I clenched his shirt, leaning down as I laid my head into the crook of his neck. He flipped us, laying me on my back as he began to thrust into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, gripping the bed sheets. I cursed out as I moaned in pleasure, his nails digging into my hips. "You pretty dumb slut, can't even make out words, " Bill moaned out, a hand raising to my jaw to turn my face to him. "Look at me, I wanna see your pretty face, " He pounded into me, causing my moans to go silent as I looked up at him. My mouth was agape as he pounded into my G-spot. I felt a coil in my stomach, arching my back.

"I- I- Close, " I managed to get out, he leaned down to plant his lips onto mine.

"Together, " He said and moaned against my lips as his thrusts became sloppy. My legs shook as I released around his member, Bill releasing into his condom. We breathed heavily as he fell beside me. I turned to him, laying on my side as he stared back into my eyes.

"That...was amazing, " I breathed out, reaching out to caress his cheek. He smiled, leaning in to kiss my nose.

"You were amazing, " Bill lifted his thumb near my eyes, wiping a bit of smudged eyeliner off my face. I looked down at the hickeys on his neck, my heart sinking as I remembered the hickeys on mine. I press my lips together, I'll just worry about that later. I looked back up at him, gulping.

"I never got your name, by the way, " I hummed, he gave me a crooked smile as he raised an eyebrow.

"It's Bill, " He caressed my cheek with his thumb, pecking my lips.

"I hope to meet again, " I murmured and he wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me close. He pecked my nose and massaged my sides.

"I hope so too, sweetheart."

***

I sat in the lecture hall, clicking on my pen as I fanned myself, waiting for Bill to come. The hall was filling up as people made their way in. I looked up at Bill as he walked to his seat next to me, sighing in relief. He settled down and raised an eyebrow as he looked at me.

"Why are you wearing a turtle neck? It's 100 degrees out, " He said and I rolled my eyes as I eyed him up and down, he wore just a simple plain band shirt. My heart was pounding as his neck was still scattered with hickeys.

"I'm feeling a bit...sick, " I let out a cough, continuing to fan myself. Bill shrugged and continued to open his notebook. I hummed and opened my notebook after him. "So...what are we gonna do?"

"I'll get a posterboard by Thursday, " He turned towards me, yawning as he covered his mouth.

"Good idea, " I said and nibbled on my bottom lip, clicking the pen faster. I looked away from his eyes, keeping my eyes on my paper.

"What's wrong?" He furrowed his brows as he tried to get my attention.

"Nothing, nothing. Just wanna get to work, " I laughed nervously and started to doodle on my paper, looking back up at him.

"Right...you're weird as always, " Bill teased as he kept eye contact.

"Weird?? Me? Have you seen yourself?" I scoffed and pulled at the turtle neck a bit, to let cool air in. He bit his lip as he looked down at my neck and back up at me.

"I'm not as weird as you, " He tilted his head, the corner of his lips curling up.

"I'm not weird! Bill, just focus on our assignment, " I growled a bit as I clenched my notebook.

"Fine, fine..." He sighed and gazed over features for a few seconds. "And by the way, " He said and held a smirk as he came close to my ear, whispering. "I enjoyed last night, Chanel, " His voice was slick like honey, and I widened my eyes looking over at him.

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pixystixx · 2 months

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Hiiii can you do a pt 2 of you should date like maybe where reader and colby actually try dating but keep it a secret bc they just want it to themselves a but but a fan sees them together or smtg ??

You Should Date! (Part 2)

omg i'm sorry it's been like four months... i had to stop writing everything for awhile, so whenever i was writing i was only writing for my current fanfic. i finally am getting around to writing more things ago tho

colbybrock x f!reader

Summary: Colby and you decide to give dating a try after weeks of tension and subtle hints. The two of you agree to keep it a secret. That doesn’t stop you guys from doing fun things. You decide to go on a little cafe date, but the risk is too great. What happens when a fan spots you guys?

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“I’m just so lonely these days,” you sigh. You’re lying on Colby’s couch, complaining about your dating life. You’re trying to make it sound like you don’t have a massive crush on Colby. You think maybe if you act extremely desperate, he’ll cave and suddenly start liking you.

“Am I not enough for you?” Colby teases. You shake your head and groan.

“I’m talking about my lonely romantic life. Are you my boyfriend?” You ask, looking at Colby with a deadpan stare. His cheeks turn red, and he shrugs. “That’s what I thought.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so hung up on being single. I’m sure if you asked any guy out, they would say yes,” Colby explains, “Hell, I’d probably date you.”

“Yeah, right,” You laugh. Even the slight possibility of that happening makes your face heat up.

“Y/N, you are so fucking oblivious,” Colby huffs. He leans into you and grabs your chin, pulling your lips together. His lips are soft and push gently against yours. You both pull away from the kiss and look at each other awkwardly. Colby’s lips turn up into a smile. You touch your fingers to your lips, the feeling of Colby’s still lingering.

“Colby…” you mumble, “can I be honest with you?” He nods his head softly and brushes his hair out of his eyes. “I’ve liked you for a while. I thought that you’ve been messing with me. Were you actually flirting with me?”

“Y/N, I–,” Colby whispers. He doesn’t finish his sentence and stares at you silently. You tilt your head, confused. Colby smiles, puzzling you further. “I’ve been flirting with you for a year. I wonder how anything gets into that thick head of yours.”

You sigh and pout at him, “My head isn’t thick.”

“It took you until now to realize that I liked you,” Colby chuckles.

“You like me?”

“Of course I do,” Colby nods, caressing your cheek, “Will you be my girlfriend?” The sudden question makes your cheeks turn red. You fidget with your fingers and look down at Colby’s couch. Colby tilts your chin up with his hands, making you look into his eyes. His attention is too much, so you lean into his lips. You kiss him softly, trying to convey your feelings to his lips. You pull away, and he asks, “Is that a yes?” You smile, ruffling his hair.

“Colby, your fans are gonna think I’m some evil hoe taking you from them,” You blurt out, realizing the terms you just agreed to.

“That’s why we won’t tell anybody.”

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It’s been a few weeks since you and Colby started dating. You’ve been keeping in on the low, only telling Sam and a few other friends. Everyone’s been happy for you two. Today, you and Colby decided to go on a small cafe date. Nobody’s noticed your little dates. In reality, the new relationship hasn’t changed anything between you and Colby. Why would the fans notice?

Colby holds your hand subtly, just in case people are watching. You two walk into a small cafe that’s practically empty. Colby pulls out the chair for you, being the gentleman he is. He sits across from you.

“You look really pretty,” Colby compliments you. You smile and hide your blush with your hands. “You should wear that dress more often.” You nod, and he laughs at your quietness.

“What should I get? I know you come here a lot,” you say, switching the topic. Colby hands you the cafe’s menu. He points to a few things on the menu. Colby orders a sandwich and a coffee. You ordered a wrap and a latte that sounded nice. Another couple with a dog walks in. Your eyes glimmer at the sight of the pocket-sized puppy.

“Your dog is so cute,” you say to the couple. The couple smiles, walking over to you.

“Thank you! We just got him a week ago,” the woman responds.

“Ah, he’s so little,” you marvel, “Can I pet him?” The woman nods, and you pet the dog carefully. He wags his tail, and you smile brightly. “Thank you so much! Enjoy your lunch!” The couple waves, sitting down at a nearby table.

“You’re too cute, Y/N,” Colby teases, pinching your cheeks. You kick him lightly under the table as your cheeks turn pink. Your food arrives, and you guys eat happily. You take a sip of your latte and feel the foam coat your lips. You lick off the foam, and Colby laughs at you.

“What?”

Colby reaches forward and wipes his thumb across your upper lip. There’s white foam on his finger, and you laugh. He licks the foam off his finger with a smile.

“You’re so clumsy.” You shake your head. He nods. You reach across the table to kiss him. You peck his lips softly before sitting down again. Hopefully, no one saw.

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After your date, the two of you went home to watch a movie. You open your phone to find the internet in shambles.

COLBY BROCK, NEW GIRLFRIEND!!!

COLBY BROCK SECRETLY DATING HIS BEST FRIEND?!?!?!?!

Y/N AND COLBY BROCK CAUGHT KISSING IN PUBLIC!

You and Colby sigh before tossing your phones on the bed. “Shit,” Colby mutters.

#colby brock #colby brock oneshot #sam and colby #colby brock x y/n #bill kaulitz x you #colby brock x reader #y/n

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sku1l-b4e · 27 days

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WDYM SOMETHINGS GONE WRONG???

If you guys want me to make this a one-shot/fanfic lemme know 🤗

Edit: I'm making it anyway...

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 9 months

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Warm Bodies

pairing: otis x gn!reader

summary: in which you don't want to sleep alone so you find yourself seeking out otis's room in the middle of the night

warnings: mentions of dead bodies, a bit of dry humping

a/n: since this has basically been my bedtime scenario for the last few nights, i figured i'd turn it into a little fic. i feel like otis might be a little bit out of character in it i'm not sure but i hope you enjoy! :)

word count: 763

Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears as you stood outside Otis's door, your fingers curled around the handle. You'd been standing like this for the last five minutes, unsure on whether you wanted to disturb him. You just didn't know what to do.

You'd been lying awake in your make-shift bed downstairs for the past few hours, the same tormenting thoughts circling around your mind. Otis was the only one who could ever shut them up, which was why you'd found yourself creeping up the stairs towards his room.

You took a nervous breath, finally deciding to turn the door knob, the click of the door opening making you flinch.

You quietly stepped into the room, and Otis remained where he was on the bed, unmoving. You almost considered just turning around and walking straight back out the door when he hadn't woken up. But you supposed the worst he could do was kill you, so you might as well see this through.

You carefully reached a hand out, skating your fingers along his forearm.

"Otis," you whispered.

You almost fell backwards when he suddenly jerked up in the bed, his hand roughly catching your wrist as he glared at you in the dark. "What the fuck are you doin' in here?"

"I can't sleep."

"Okay, well let me help you with that. Go back downstairs, lay the fuck down, and close your goddamn eyes."

"You know what? Fuck you." You hissed, shaking your wrist free and turning around, deciding that this whole thing was pointless, considering he was an asshole.

"Alright, wait," he said then, stopping you in your tracks. "Just─get back here."

You did as he said, turning and walking back towards the bed.

"Why can't you sleep?" He sighed.

"I dunno, I guess my mind won't shut the fuck up."

"I know the feelin'," he answered, a breath of laughter leaving his lips. "But what'd you want me to do about it?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Excuse me?" He questioned, his glare only seeming to return now as he remained propped up on his side.

"You know what, never mind. I'll just go back downstairs."

You turned around to leave but you were quickly stopped when you felt his fingers curl around your wrist, pulling you back.

Otis didn't say anything as you stood there staring at him, but he shifted back on the bed slightly, creating a space beside him.

"Well, come on then," he complained. "Don't just fuckin' stand there."

You quickly situated yourself in the space next to him then, a sudden warmth spreading through your chest when you felt his breath on your shoulder.

"You know, you're lucky I've been sleeping alone these past few nights."

"Those girls are no good for you anyway," you scoffed, a tinge of jealousy creeping over you.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Well they ain't breathin' for a start," you told him. "It might do you good to have a warm body in your bed for once."

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"Well...they can't do this," you spoke softly, as you reached a hand down between your bodies, ghosting your fingers over his already growing erection.

"What else can't they do?" He chuckled, his beard scraping against your arm as he shifted closer slightly.

"They can't do this," you answered, leaning closer to him and brushing your lips against his.

You'd always had something close to a connection with Otis, something that seemed to run a little deeper than just a mutual attraction. He gave you pieces of himself, and in return you gave him everything.

You allowed him into your body, and into your mind...and into your heart. It wasn't love, you knew that. But it was definitely something. An invisible string that seemed to tie you to each other.

He wasn't like this with the girls he imprisoned here. He didn't allow them to feel his breath on their skin, and he certainly didn't allow them the control he allowed you. It made you feel special somehow.

"Would you care to show me what else you can do that they can't?" Otis smirked, running a hand down your thigh.

You simply nodded, swinging your leg over his hip and pushing him onto his back, pulling a low groan from his throat when you began to gently move your hips against him.

"You know, I'm startin' to think you may have a point," he groaned, his fingers digging into your ass. "Havin' a warm body in my bed is actually real fuckin' nice."

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captainsophiestark · 3 months

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Slow Dancing In A Burning Room

Bill Weasley x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Bill Weasley and his new wife have their wedding reception interrupted by Death Eaters and news of the Ministry falling. Things look bleak when they escape to Shell Cottage, but they find a way to keep each other going.

Word Count: 1,015

Category: Angst, Fluff

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Weddings were supposed to be happy. They were supposed to be joyful celebrations, with all the people who mattered most. Even in the midst of a brewing war, I thought Bill and I would get that. One night of a break before returning our attention to all the terrible things going on in the world.

I guess I should've known better.

One minute, I was twirling across the dancefloor in the arms of my new husband, sharing a smile as the rest of the world faded away. In that moment, despite everything going on outside of our wedding, the world felt perfect.

The next minute, a glowing lynx had burst through the ceiling and into the middle of the dancefloor, announcing the fall of the Ministry of Magic and the death of the Minister along with it. The reception descended into chaos, people screaming and running as the protective enchantments around the giant tent fell one by one. It had been absolute chaos, and I barley remembered Bill grabbing my hand and getting us both out of there as the Death Eaters arrived.

Now, I sat on the sofa in Shell Cottage, where we were supposed to start our honeymoon. The place had glowed with warmth and coziness the first time we'd visited, but now it seemed all too dark, cold, and deserted.

"I just let my dad know we're alright," Bill said, coming back into the living room. He'd stepped outside to send a Patronus to his dad, to make sure the family wouldn't worry about us. "Hopefully we'll hear back from him soon."

I nodded, a little numbly, as my new husband crossed the room and waved his wand to start a fire in the fireplace. Once he'd finished, he came to sit next to me on the couch. We both stayed there for a few long moments, shoulder to shoulder and staring into the flames. I have no idea how long we would've stayed there on our own, but another glowing Patronus shot into the room not much later, this one the familiar shape of a weasel.

Bill's dad's voice came from the Patronus to tell us the rest of the family was safe, and that they'd be in touch when they could. A bit of the weight lifted off my chest, but a lot of it still remained. As the light of the Patronus and Arthur's voice faded, the darkness crept back in, despite the fire.

"Y/N?" I looked up to see Bill's concerned face. "Love, you're crying."

I raised a hand to my cheek to find he was right. Tears were streaming down my face, and the second I was forced to recognize it, a dam broke inside me.

I fell forward into Bill's chest as I sobbed, and he wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight, rubbing one hand soothingly up and down my back.

"It's going to be alright," he muttered into my hair, his own voice miraculously calm. I just cried harder.

"How can you say that, Bill?" I wailed. "We almost got killed at our own wedding, and now the Ministry has completely fallen. How can you possibly say that we're going to make it through this alright?"

He took a deep, shaky breath, then gently pulled me back from him enough that he could look me in the eye. His eyes shone and his eyebrows were furrowed, mirroring the distress I felt. But there was a grim set to the line of his mouth that signaled a quiet, unbreakable determination.

"We will make it through this," he promised. He gripped my shoulders a little tighter, leaning in until we were almost nose to nose. "We will get to our happy ending, no matter what."

I laughed a little through the tears, Bill's absolute conviction so ridiculous it brought a smile to my face.

"How can you be so sure?" I asked. He grinned.

"Because it's us. We just got married. That means we're a team, for the rest of our lives, against anything else the world wants to throw at us. And I happen to know that we make a fantastic team. I personally pity anyone who bets against us."

I giggled again, leaning into Bill as he leaned into me. No one else in the world could've lifted my spirits in this moment, other than the man sitting beside me. Which, of course, was no small part of the reason I'd married him.

"Come on," Bill said after a minute, standing and holding out his hand to me. "I believe we were in the middle of something before those bastards crashed our wedding."

I shook my head, still smiling anyway as I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet. Still in my wedding dress, and with Bill still in his suit, we came together in the middle of the living room in Shell Cottage to finish the slow dance that had been interrupted. His arms wrapped tightly around me and I rested my head on his chest while the last of the tears dried on my face.

"You're right," I mumbled, my voice barely loud enough for him to hear. "You're right, we will get through this. And I'll personally make sure anyone who tries to hurt us comes to regret it."

Bill huffed a laugh and tightened his arms around me.

"I have absolutely no doubts about that."

I pulled back to smile into the face of the man I loved, and after a moment, he leaned in and kissed me. We stayed like that for a long time, swaying in the middle of our living room, kissing occasionally, but mostly just enjoying the fact that we were still here, together and whole, after everything that had happened.

In the warm, flickering glow of the firelight, the darkness of the cottage started to regain its cozy feeling, and a tiny spark of joy for the thought of the future rekindled itself in my chest.

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pa1n-0f-l0ve · 2 months

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Princess

୨ৎ: Dom!Bill x Fem, he hits it from the back (vagina NOT ass), daddy kink, current!Bill, ur POV as always!

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“Bill I want you..!” I whine, playing with the end of my pleated skirt with a small blush on my face.

Bill was sipping on his morning coffee as per usual, and looking over some lyrics as he drank. His brown eyes looked at my frowning face as he shrugged the matter off completely. “Sorry doll I can’t, Tom’s coming over soon to work in the studio.” He checked the time on his phone as he said this.

“But- !” I try to reason, but Bill wasn’t having it. He wouldn’t give in and just have a quickie with me before Tom came over. He was being selfish.

“No buts! I don’t want to hear it. Why can’t you just go touch yourself? I’m giving you permission this time.” He grumbles, obviously angry because he’s not a morning person and my annoying begging ringing in his ear.

“Daddy you’re being selfish..” I pout, coaxing him with the name we sworn would only be used in bed and during sex - never outside of it.

As soon as Bill went to open his mouth Tom had entered himself into our home. I stalked my way upstairs to hide from Bill, if he was going to be selfish then I was going to be just as mean back. I cuddled up into the cozy sheets feeling neglected and my desire for him grew as I waited and waited.

I thought about Bill’s words as they swam through my head ‘just touch yourself..’ but it wasn’t the same to get off without him. My orgasms all belong to him and him just telling me that with no “but you can’t cum” or “ask before cumming” to follow up made me feel like he didn’t want me anymore. Maybe I was overthinking it, but I felt unwanted.

Tom and Bill worked in the studio for what felt like hours. The house felt still and silent since I couldn’t hear anything in the basement from neither of the guys, so I waited patiently for Bill to come back up.

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Hours later, Bill came back upstairs and Tom had left completely. Bill sat on the couch watching some show silently. I made my way to him and plopped myself in his lap, My face held a slight frown. “Bill.. you’ve been ignoring me.. I dressed up for you and I was a good girl. What did I do wrong?” I frown in worry.

His long veiny hands grasped my waist slightly, he kissed my forehead gently before saying, “I wasn’t trying to ignore you princess, you know I get busy and in my head with my music. I apologize.. let me make it up to you.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, his pierced lips nipped at my neck, soft tattooed hands brushing against my torso. His hands snuck up under my shirt and beneath my bra, gently rubbing my nipples with the pads of his fingers. Soft moans repeatedly leaving my lips as he teased.

Underneath my skirt my clit felt swollen and hot as I began to feel wet, my panties soaking at the immediate minute of our interaction. I wanted more, the attention I strived for and desired.

His veiny hands made their way to my sides, stoking the soft skin as he looked into my eyes. “Princess what do you want me to do to you, to make up for my mistake?” Bill asked, sympathy all over his features as he admired my body.

I thought about his question, yet I didn’t care what how he did it I just wanted him to take me as I was. I wanted his dick in me, pounding me over and over as he makes me feel wanted and tells me how good and slutty I am. I yearned for him to dominate my body he claims as his, dominate the hole he loves and knows every direction of.

“I don’t care how you do it, you know how I want it..” I whimper out in frustration, the neediness was killing me inside.

Bill grabbed a handful of my hair thrusting me forward, my ass in the air with my head buried into the mattress. He ripped my panties down leaving me in the cliche skirt, his hands found their way to my waist as he insert his aching cock into my heat.

“Be a good girl while you take daddy, can you do that?” He teased as he shoved his cock deeper into me, as far as he could.

My words were a slurred and stumbled line of “yes sir” as he moved in a loathing pace. Bill’s lips led strings of groans as he started to move faster and faster in me, the noises of my wet cunt and his satisfaction being the only noises in the room. My whimpers were muffled by the thick mattress under me as it suffocated me, yet in a good masochistic way.

“Doll you look so pretty like this, all open for me..” he groaned, his thighs meeting mine being the only noise feeling the void of the air.

The only small response I could give Bill was a muffled, “mfhm~” words had seemed to be something I forgot, my mind in a pure state of ecstasy as Bill savored every second he could inside of me.

Soon, Bill reached his peak. His cum oozing out of his swollen tip into my hole as a reward. His frantic breathing was soon slowing down as he panted in exhaustion, my skin was so sweaty that my hair stuck to my face and drool seemed to lay under my mouth.

My body felt so empty without Bill’s cock taking up the space, yet I felt so grateful he cured my yearning and desire for him. My body felt spent and tired but Bill immediately took me into his arms making sure I was held tightly and protected through the night.

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jackkilmerlvr · 10 months

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You said that you want to do nsfw for Georg so bad so I'm begging you pleeeeease do it

nsfw for georg :)

a/n: feel free to request anything guys, i'm a lunatic and will write anything.

you huffed, throwing your bag down onto the dresser with an eye-roll. kicking off your heels softly, you felt hands place themselves on-top of your shoulders pushing you against the bed.

his hands wrapped around your stomach, arching your back so your ass could feel his hard dick. you gasped, whipping your head around to see that signature smirk playing on his face.

“you’ve been fucking- ugh,” he groaned, moving your hips to rub against him in a circular motion. “teasing me all night.”

his hands moved to the hem of your skin tight dress, raising the soft material slowly to see your revealing panties; if you could even call them that.

with your whole ass exposed he groaned, groping the fat in the skin as he pushed his hips against your plump ass, essentially fucking you through your clothes.

you bit your lip softly, feeling the hard fabric mix with the bulge grinding against your pussy. georg was always good at getting you wet fast.

“mm, please georg.” you whined, twerking back a little in his hands.

“please georg what? what do you want me to do, honey?” he teased, using his thumb to move your thin panties and tease your hole. “i need you to fuck me, really bad.” you confessed, voice sounding angelic with your accent.

“you want me to fuck you, huh? i don’t think you deserve that after tonight. teasing me, flashing me in-front of tom knowing he wants to fuck you.” harshly dragging the dress off to expose your chest and play with your nipples.

“i might just tease this little pussy ‘til your begging me to cum deep, deep inside you.” he grunted, moving to kiss and suck your glistening pussy.

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 5 months

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Hello! I just binge read almost everything you wrote and i really do enjoy your writing

i wanted to request sth you don't have to write it if you don't want to then just ignore this

but the kaulitz twins (seperate) with a s/o who gets distracted/lost easily? maybe childhood friends to lovers vibes

and they have no orientation skills(?) as well, and when they see sth they go either 'oooh shiny :o' or go after a random street cat or sth like that?

i imagine they're at the airport and s/o saw sth and went the other direction and bill/tom running/going after them and bring them back to the others

again if you don't want to write it it's alright :)

and i apologize for my english it's not my first language

(Hello! Np and here ya go! Enjoy! Also your english is very good and I'm glad you enjoy my writing!)

#4 and commented by @sleepylibra25

Easily Distracted S/o

Tom Kaulitz

You definitely keep this mans on his toes

Mainly because you guys are somehow alike when you guys get distracted

He’s trying to be the responsible one and get you on task at hand and like get you guys to where you need to be

But he also gets distracted

Especially if it is something he likes in a shop or like a cat

You guys have been late on multiple occasions because of this

But you guys have fun dw

He does like to hold your hand a lot due to your habit of getting lost easily though

It's a given now that your hand is laced with his

But it barely works because you just end up tugging him wherever you’re going

And you both end up lost now

He knows what to do and like how to find you when you’re alone and lost like a pro

Mainly because he has done this again and again growing up with you

Sometimes it can get annoying but not for long because you guys will end up laughing

But when its something important and you guys NEED to be on time then he will tell you to stop in like kinda an annoyed tone

He will probably not even notice until you look kinda guilty and like you feel bad

He feels bad after that though because he doesn’t want you to think you’re a problem, obviously

He likes giving you stuff to see your reactions and like if you’ll go “Oooh, shiny!” like you do or “Oooh, it's smooth!”

He likes seeing your reactions because they’re very candid and genuine like a kid because you can’t hide them

It’s how he knows how you feel and how you like stuff or dislike stuff

He noticed very early on when you were kids that you didn’t have much social awareness

Like when someone cried, or when someone was telling a joke and you just stared

He had to explain like if you accidentally said something insensitive a lot

But he laughs when you did that even if you felt bad so don't worry babes

Bill Kaulitz

Dude can actually have so much fun with you its uncanny

He doesn’t really mind when you wander off

He can find you in a heartbeat or he can just call you and you gus will make your way back to each other

But he likes being on time to things, especially if they’re important and he doesn’t really like to be late

And you can sometimes make you guys run late so he’s hurrying to find you a lot

“Look! Bill, look!”

“Ye- yes, I know but we got to go!”

That happens a lot but he doesn’t want you to feel bad so he’ll do his best not to get annoyed

Especially because he does know that you don’t do it on purpose

You not having any social awareness, especially growing up, was kinda very weir to him

How did you not know when someone told a joke? Or was crying? Or that was insensitive or kinda rude to say?

You caught his attention with that because you said something about his hair when you guys were younger

It was the first time you saw him and it was probably the first time you saw someone dressed like him so it was new

And you not really knowing what to say, probably blurted out something like racoon or something about his hair

He thought you were being mean and rude like the other kids until he just turned and saw your clueless face with some curiosity

He then later learned after watching you that you didn’t do it on purpose

So you insulting his hair turned into friendship and now relationship level

When at the airport or when going somewhere, like Tom, he does hold your hand

Or he’ll give you the backpack and hold onto the little strap thing on the top

Just to keep you in place

But there are times where he had to absolutely scramble after you because one second you were there and the next you were gone

You have given him many, many heart attacks man

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vincent de gramont x assistant!reader: i made you my temple, my mural, my sky now i'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life. | the marquis wants more of what meets the eye.

plot: the one where the marquis has had enough of just a glimpse.

warning: unrequited?,vincent is down bad af, boss-assistant relationship

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your cries of pain are so soft but so loud in his ears. stupid, stupid girl. what have you done? it frightens him to see you so…helpless. he tries to soothe you from it but to no avail, he can feel the warm thick blood from your torso dripping on his trousers.

but what petrifies him to the bone was your silence. the moment you flutter your eyes shut and the whimpers of pain from your lips dwindle down makes his blood run cold.

what happened next was a blur for him but all he can remember was holding your hand as thomas drove through the thick of the city to bring you to safety. why had you done that? he clasps your hand even tighter when he can feel you take a sharp breath every now and then. it makes him hope. it makes him pray to any god out there to let you live. please…not her..not her. not when she did that for me. not when she just took a bullet for me, it cannot be. he doesn’t know why, but he does. he’ll beg on his knees to every god out there if it meant seeing you safe and alive.

when you're taken from his arms and placed on a stretcher, he can only stand in shock. it still doesn’t make sense to him, were you…not what he thought you were? no, no she was just in the way of it. she probably cursed me to death when she got shot. but she hadn’t said anything, and the way she looked at me. god it was full of fear and dread, she had gripped on him when he’d taken her to his arms, and it was full of the fight left inside her. the way she latched her hand on his wrist felt like the way you would grip a rosary for a prayer to god, he wonders to himself.

the marquis stands still in front of the door. behind the door, are skillful medical professionals working to keep you alive but it doesn’t feel enough. he feels fear pool into his stomach. what if she doesn’t recover? what if she doesn’t live through the night? what if she dies? what would he do?

his mouth sews shut and his throat goes dry. she’ll live. she has to, the marquis reassures himself. he cannot bear the thought of you gone, of you dead on a medical table all because of him.

the gods had been gracious. why? because right now, he’s sitting beside the bedside table on which he has his preferred drink; a pitcher of lemon water. other than that there’s the matter of you.

there you are in the least of your glory. tucked beneath the silk sheets in one of the guest rooms of his estate and your head laid on the large wooly pillows. the doctor managed to stabilize the wound on your torso.

“thankfully, the bullet hadn’t hit any vital organs, the main concern we focused on was the excessive bleeding from it.” the doctor explains to him. there are more he says to him, but he never hears the end of it. all he could focus on was you. your eyes still shut but your breathing was steady, he could hear the beeping of the vitals sign monitor as he gazed at you.

you looked so…innocent. as if you weren’t recovering from an injury but merely sleeping. your guard was down and you seemed so calm. something he never witnessed while you worked for him, not that he’s ungrateful for it but you always seemed rigid and always expected something bad to be thrown on your face all the time, to see you so relaxed and serene felt like a gift.

it felt like a privilege from the gods. oh they truly had been gracious enough to give this sight to him.

he wondered if he would see more of this once you woke up. he hopes he does, your sweet angelic face that was always nervous and alert was more delightful to see when you were peaceful. he wonders what your smile would be like, how the corner of your lips would curve when you were amused from something he said, you’d often hid it from him trying to remain professional when a you heard a jape from someone.

he wonders what your sweet laugh would sound like. that would be lovely to hear. how it could sound like music to his ears when it came from you, how precious it would be just to hear it once. he would be honored if you were ever to bestow that gift to him. lastly, he wonders how to make you happy. how to make you pleased whenever you see him, not that composed structure you give him when you greet him in the morning but something genuine. he wants to tear down the walls you’ve built in front of him so he can see you. what you’re truly like.

now, you’ve shown a glimpse of it to him. he wants more, he prays that when you wake up, you won't shut him out again. when you wake up don’t shove him out of what you’re like. when you wake up don’t hide what you feel for him, not from him, don’t hide it from him. don’t wake him up just to realize it was all a dream. a fantasy he thought that came to its reality. you’re many things but cruelty is not one of them. so don’t break him, for god’s sake don’t.

“how long until she awakens?” he interrupts the doctor in the middle of his talk, surprisingly still going on.

“i’d give it two to three weeks, sir. if her vitals remain stable.” the doctor answers dutifully,

he hums before replying, “you can go.”

the doctor nods and bows his head a little then obediently obeys his command. right now, it’s just you, him and that monitor.

he stares at your face in uncertainty, two weeks. before it was something that seemed short enough for him but right now it felt like a century. he wanted to speak to you, to talk to you. he had so many questions for you, why you’d taken a bullet from him. if you wanted to resign from your job. why you made him feel like this.

like a lovesick fool.

as if that wasn’t painful enough, the answers he wanted to hear cannot be said. it felt like you told him you loved him then fled, although unintentionally it’s not like you intentionally got yourself shot to avoid confrontation from him…did you?

he shakes that thought out of his mind, the truth can only be provided through you. who is unable to answer that for at least two weeks, it was itching him to know, to know what you’ve done to him. what magic or skill you’ve done to make him latch onto you like a bug.

most of all he wants to know where does that leave the both of you. he wishes you don’t flee from him, that you’ll take him for what he is and more. he doesn’t think he can handle the idea of you out of his reach. out of safety, the only comfort you can only seek in this world is from him.

albeit, ironic considering you’re passed out on a bed because of a bullet meant for him. but when you wake up, he’ll promise. he’ll swear to you, that nothing, nothing would ever get to you ever again. he would protect you with all his power and control over the country just to see you sheltered from harm. what good is his power if he can’t use it to protect you from his enemies? anyone that fucks with you, fucks with me mon amour. i promise. he promises to you and to himself.

he remembers a painting he saw in the louvre. the death of alcestis. a tale about how alcestis willingly dies in place of her husband, admetus. at first, he’d thought the pair, alcestis and admetus were a bunch of fools. why would you eagerly die for someone? if you truly cared for your wife why had you let her die in your place? that’s not love, it’s simply tragedy. not that he has much experience on that matter but he never understood it.

the evening he starts to understand,. alcestis dies for her husband because of love, because she cannot bear the pain of her love absent in this world. she cannot live without her lover. did you think the same when you took a bullet for him? did you think that no pain could compare if he were dead? although for admetus, he could not find a defense for him, ironically he is the admetus to your alcestis but he swears. he swears that will never be the case ever again.

he’ll bring you back from the dead if it meant he would die in your place.

the guilt surges into his guts, mixing with the pool of fear that rushed into his veins last night. he feels sorry, for his failure, for himself but most especially for you. he feels miserable that he’d failed you, that because of him you got hurt.

it’ll never happen again. i won’t let it happen again. he vows to himself. he has to, for your sake and his.

as he stands up to leave, he goes to your bed and gazes into your face once more. he lowers himself to your frame, setting himself on the edge of the bed. you make no sign of disturbance from his movement, still heavily asleep. he takes your hand and strokes the back of it, lovingly.

“i have to go mon amour, but i’ll be back. i’ll be here when you wake up, i’ll be the first person you’ll see the same way i was the last person you saw.” he whispers to your dozing face, he ponders if you could hear him. likely not, but it doesn’t hurt to wonder.

he leans forward and slowly presses a soft kiss to your temple. gentle and nothing harsh, meant to convey his care with how fragile you were right now. he lets his lips linger on the softness of your temple, relishing on the mellow texture of your skin. he wants to stay here, with you. just the two of you like it always was for the past two years, he should’ve urged you to come sit with him in the car on the way to meetings, should’ve spoken to you every chance he had and he should’ve confessed how he felt towards you. no point mourning time that has been spent, even if it meant years that were wasted.

when he pulls away from you it feels like a force urged him to stay and he hopes he could but he can’t. he has a lifetime for that now, and so do you. he lifts your hand to his lips then slowly kisses your wrist, also lingering so long but seems so short for the marquis.

he leisurely stands up, keeping his eyes on your face. he strides towards the door then takes one last glance before opening the door. i’ll be back and she’ll still be safe. i’ll only be gone for only a few hours, he murmurs to himself.

he opens the door and sees a pair of guards by your door, they stand straight and acknowledge him by nodding their head. he sees thomas walking up to him, likely bearing news.

“sir, we’ve carefully taken them. they’re chained up at the edge of the city, we go at your order.” thomas informs him diligently. the marquis simply nods his head, a gesture of affirmation. he turns his head to the pair guarding your room.

“make sure to call for me, the moment she wakes up and keep her here until i say otherwise. understood?” he sternly instructs with the cold tone they’ve known for years. the pair answer obediently with compliance.

the marquis leaves them then walks through the hall towards the exit of the manor with thomas trailing behind him, it was odd to no longer hear the clicking of your heels behind him but right now he had other concerns.

it was time to make the people who hurt you, pay for what they’ve done.

when the news reaches his ears, he’s astounded. almost three weeks after your operation, you were finally awake. it delights him, to finally know you were safe and awake. he immediately stands up from his chair and walks out of his office.

he was overjoyed with what he just heard, although he did everything in his power to not let it show on his face as he trudged through the halls of the manor. the dread and fear was gone, in its stead it was bliss and happiness, he felt lighthearted knowing that the threat of losing you from death was finally extinguished.

two weeks after the incident and you still haven’t woken from your slumber, it had angered him. so he had taken it out on the doctor responsible for your recovery, he had pierced his hand with a knife and his assistant nurse had to help him pry the knife from his hand, from what he heard. it can be said that it was an overreaction and ever since that occurrence everyone walked on eggshells around him.

now it was gone, he felt relieved to know that you’re awake but as he neared your room, he heard a door close, the sound echoing in the cavernous hall. soon after, he saw adeline, the senior housekeeper coming from the other direction he was headed. the housekeeper stopped on her feet and acknowledged him by lightly bowing her head. he wondered if adeline just visited your room, it was probable to happen considering she had been one of his spies during his “venture of getting to know you”. he shakes that thought, it wasn’t important but a mysterious feeling remained in his stomach.

when he saw thomas and another of this men guarding your door, he saw the doctor and nurse nearing your door. the doctor greeted him but he made no effort to do the same. the moment he enters through the door he sees you.

awake. alive. safe

he swears his heart could burst just by the sight of you.

he stays silent the entire exchange between you and the medics. he sat on another of the chairs, lounging and waiting for it to end so he way share a word with you. he notices the way you flinch while they rebandage your wound.

he wants to kill that entire family all over again, just for the way you flinch right now.

when the pair of medical professionals leave he gazes at you. it takes all his strength to keep his composure calm and professional when all he wants to do is take you into his arms and kiss you senseless.

he speaks the first word for the both of you, simple courtesies. how were you feeling and the situation of your injury, nothing important. you thank him for the measures he’s done for you to keep you alive. i’ve done more and i’ll do it all over again. he wants to say but doesn’t.

what makes his brain suddenly stop functioning for a moment was when you ask when you tell him you need to go home.

you are home. can’t you see? can’t you see?! he wants to tell you.

it was starting to happen. he was starting to lose you when he just had you. he walks towards the window and faces away from you, trying to remain composure.

“sir?” you call out to him.

i can’t let you leave. i cannot bear the thought of it, i felt like i was being torn apart alive knowing you almost died because of me. how much more knowing you’re alive but not within my reach? don’t be cruel, mon coeur. don’t do this.

“is there something wrong with what i said?” you innocently question to him.

“you cannot.” he finally spits out.

you’re shoving me away just like what i feared. but why? i’ve done good things and unspeakable things for you, you can’t simply abandon me like this. not when you’ve made me feel alive and loved.

“why? is there something wrong with me?” you worried ask him, “sir?” you add when he doesn’t reply to you.

“it’s not…safe.” he states to you, finally facing you. he stares at you, if it was a gift to watch you asleep, it was a pleasure to see you awake again.

“for…who? for you or for them?” you frown, trying to deduce everything he’s said to you.

“it’s not safe for you.” he finally clears it out, glad to have gotten rid of it.

your mouth falls open, “what? it’s you they were aiming for, not me. they wanted to kill you. it was you they wanted to shoot. you were the target. i honestly don’t think they’d go after the assistant to finish the job. right?” you begin to ramble.

tell me something i don’t know, my dear. i’m reminded of that every night i sleep and every breath i draw from this world. no need to rub that in, but i’ve made amends. you have nothing to worry about.

“yes, you’re right. they wouldn’t.” he disclosed to you, “i know that bullet was intended for me, the man was supposed to shoot me. god knows i know.” he whispers.

“and look what happened to you. what they..did to you.” he says as he slowly walks towards you. “you…you weren’t supposed to get hurt. i don’t think i can forgive myself for that.” he says softly as he looks back at you.

suddenly, everything finally sets into your head. he can see your eyes widen while he gazes into your face. the urge to hold you close and kiss you like a starved man to death was strong. especially, right now when you’ve realized the weight of his words.

he doesn’t need to say it out loud that he cares and loves you. when the words he said hinted at what he means to say and the actions he’s done spoke better than his words could ever say but he still tries. he knows that you already know but he wants to make sure.

“you’re right. it was meant for me, but you had it instead. you…you took a bullet for me. who does that for someone? how many people in the world can say that they’ve taken a bullet for me? one. there’s only one. and she’s sitting right in front of me.”

the heaviness on his shoulders feels lighter now, he’s finally said the words however merely a fragment of what he truly feels but he has his entire life to say all of them, he’s in no rush to say his love to her right now. he has his entire life to love her.

“believe it or not, mon amour. you’ve become more precious to me than anything this life has to offer, i want to keep you safe and right now the only way is to keep you here.” with him, he wants to keep you safe here with him, away from all the horror of his work, to stay only with him and to speak the words unspoken for years.

“for a while, until you regain your strength. do you understand, mon coeur?”

the marquis has gone fucking crazy.

first he expressed a confession of love to you, second he was watching you the entire time you were asleep and lastly, he won’t let you leave the estate.

it had almost been an hour ever since your conversation with him after you woke up. soon after, thomas knocked the door and peeped his head in, informing the marquis about a visitor in the drawing room. which you were eternally grateful for because you were speechless with everything your boss just told you.

you were still sat on the same chair ever since, you deduced you’ve been in a trance for about two hours and a half, you felt like your legs would give out of shock if you tried to stand up. you found it hard to process everything.

did the marquis feel something for you? certainly. you could tell his intentions from his words and his tone. oh god, the words were enough to catch you off guard but the way he said it, slowly chokes you alive from how stunned you are.

but it feels out of nowhere. in the two years you’ve worked for him, he has been nothing but cold and crass with you like any other interactions between a boss and assistant so this feels rather confusing rather than touching even with the fragility and regret oozing through his tone.

even more reason to go home. you need space, from your injury, from that night and in addition from him.

you need to process your feelings properly without the marquis hovering around you, especially when he made it clear that you weren’t going anywhere. but how in the world were you going to get out of the room? everyone in this estate would immediately inform the marquis and drag you back to the room the moment they see you outside. although you could make an excuse to see someone then bolt through the manor the moment you’re slightly a few paces ahead of them.

you were at a complete disadvantage though, the guards could easily overpower you with their strength and just like you they’re familiar with the nooks and crannies of the sizable manor. however, if you were lucky and stealthy enough, you could attempt to temporarily hide from some rooms until you manage your way to the back door exit without getting caught.

you trudge towards the door, unsure with the plan in your head but too exhausted to make a fool proof one. you slowly push the door with all your strength, you slowly step out and the guard to your right immediately spots you. that’s expected.

“ma’am? you shouldn’t be up and walking around, the marquis specifically instructed that you stayed in your room.” the guard reprimands to you.

“i need to get to the doctor right away. i need the prescription for these painkillers he gave me. you know, in case i need more,” you lie to him.

“we can call for him, so he may come back. easier that way, no hassle for you.”

“i can’t wait for him, it’s urgent. please, i really need this.” you plead to him.

The guard feigns a look of hesitation from your reply. you hold your breath, praying he falls for your folly. he lets out a sigh then answers to you.

“alright, ma’am. but I’ll have to accompany you.”

“thank you.”

the both of you began to walk towards the medic’s office, thankfully the back door was close to the office. silence ensues the walk towards the destination, as you walk you plot your escape. as soon as you make a left, you bolt and run. the pathway to the medic’s was a bit of a maze, hopefully it would confuse the guard and either make the wrong turns or slow down from catching up on you.

several minutes and paces pass by and you finally see the opening to your escape. as soon you made the turn, you ran. a grunt of shock exits the guard’s mouth before scurrying to go after you. then you encounter the turns required for your escape. you move around hastily and once you look back you see that the guard was no longer on your tail. but you couldn’t afford to slow down, sooner or later he might catch up to you or worse another guard captures you.

you could hear bouts of masculine shouts throughout the manor as it bounced off the walls. it filled your stomach with dread and veins pumped full of adrenaline as your heart beat with trepidation. anxious that perhaps the marquis was informed of your ongoing escape.

finally you see the lavish curtain adorned with elegant designs, you shove the curtain aside and search for the door with your hands. for a second, you thought you’d arrived at the wrong place until a soft click entered your ears and your insides warm from happiness. the door was just as heavy as the others and with all your strength you pushed it open half way. you turn to properly fix the curtain making sure no trace of your escape was visible then shut the door as it creaked loudly, cementing the success of your breakout.

you burst open through your door, quickly shutting and locking it. adrenaline and paranoia filled your senses, afraid that you’d been followed to your home and that soon someone was banging on your door until it fell down. you press your back against the door and sink to the floor and sigh in relief.

you take a deep breath and slowly close your eyes for a while, relishing in the comfort of your apartment. you look around glad to see the familiar sight of your home and the sudden purring of your cat. you glance as you see him making his way towards you, a small smile curves your mouth.

ah..one of the burdens are coming to comfort me.

as he nears, you scoop him into your arms and nestle him on your chest. you wish it could stay like this for a while, that you weren’t actively avoiding your slightly deranged boss (that is in love with you?) but merely coming home from a long day to seek comfort from your cat. the ball of fur purrs and vibrations are felt through his body.

you pull away from your cat and get on your feet, making your way to your room for a well earned rest from doing a five mile marathon trying not to get caught. the adrenaline and paranoia was finally long gone.

you needed this. you need to hide out for a while before you face the awkward and confusing truth of reality. the comforting sensation home has given you brought you to sanity. you need to leave.

the guards open the door for him as per usual. although, he can sense fear radiating from them, and due to the intensity of the previous occurrence they were walking eggshells around him again. he enters the room, your room specifically. a few hours ago, the both of you were here and now you were gone, again.

vincent was annoyed. the very people he instructed to keep you in this room failed to obey the task but also lost you as you ran from your escort. not only did you leave this room but you also escaped the estate. how in the world did that happen?

he had no idea you’d be this slippery even with the strict bodyguards instructed to protect and detain keep you in the room. he expected verbal resistance not bloody remus john lupin. isn’t this so sweet? you. the gift that keeps giving.

he doesn’t let his men continue the search, after all there was only one place you could’ve been. in that apartment you live in for the past years, he knows where it is and what floor you are due to the investigation he’d imposed upon you a few years ago. so no worries, he only has his men posted around the structure to make sure you don’t leave. it’s much more strict and controlled than before, this time if they saw you exit the building they’d immediately grab you and bring you back to the estate. so win-win.

although, he prefers to have you here right now, he tries to understand that you’re probably overwhelmed with the surge of events that happened ever since that night. so he lets it pass. as much it insults his pride but he’s not in a hurry to have you stay with him for the rest of your days now that you’re awake. you’ve kept all what you felt from hidden because of his power,his intimidation and his pride. he doesn’t want to lose you again because of it. so he lets it happen, a few hours without you was a price worth paying for a lifetime loving you.

after all love does odd things to people that even the normal human cannot comprehend, love has its mysterious ways and that he can understand for you, even if it wasn’t all going according to what he wanted, he can swallow that down for you. you’ll be all worth it.

he can imagine waking up next to you in the early mornings, grazing your soft palm then slowly kissing your pulse while you sat next to him during dinner and the sweet kisses the both of you would share in the privacy of his room. he can fantasize the sweet dreams and the sinful acts he can do to you when you are finally his.

he inhales the air inside the room, the scent of you evident in the room, like a bloody handprint in a crime scene, attempting to calm himself with the remnants of your presence.

oh..he really misses you.

why do you have to be so stubborn? why do you feel the need to resist him and his love? he’s simply doing this for your best, for your safety. why can’t you just let him do this for you?

this moment should be joyous and exciting between the two of you, because you’ve both found a chance at love. how often does that happen? especially in a workplace, how often does someone find the love of their life within close proximity with them? little to none. he wants to beg you to stay, to journey through the uncharted territory together. don’t leave him, don’t.

he’s finally realized that he loves you, let him show it. let that love melt all that fear you hold in your heart. because it’s all right now, he’s here, let him love you, let him protect you, let him yearn for you.

something vibrates in his pocket, it snaps him out of his trance. a notification beeps through his phone and he leisurely opens it knowing it’s probably a reminder for a meeting. he’s found it hard to arrive at his events on time even with a temporary assistant assigned to him. the latest one wasn’t as sharp and attentive as you, which he found irritating. he really misses you.

the message that laid before his eyes almost made his heart drop.

EMAIL 8:35 PM

SUBJECT: RESIGNATION LETTER

author’s note: this was long…plus i recycled some dialogue bc school’s kicking me in the ass and i couldn’t form coherent stuff for that. i will compensate for that…with another fic…

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ithinkabouttzu · 10 months

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May I request band of brothers x reader and reader falling asleep on them?

Yes ofc thank you for your request my beloved! 💗

BoB reaction to you falling asleep on them

genre: Romance; fluff

warnings: none

Description: BoB reaction to their s/o (you) falling asleep on them for the first time

Dick Winters

Okay so I think he would he shocked at first seeing you lay your head right on his chest with ease., “What are they doing?” Is what he’s probably thinking in his head, once he finally hears your soft snores, then he’d notice that you’ve fallen asleep on him. He’s smile softly to himself, making sure to be extra quiet and careful not to wake you up. Honestly he’d be a little blushy at first too, just happy that you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep on him

Lewis Nixon

His breathing would just stop at first when you lay your head on his shoulder. Like omg? You got this man over here getting nervoussss when you do that. Like you got him scared to even move an inch. He’d even try slowing down his breathing because he didn’t want to wake you up. He’d be so sweet about it, he’d hold you in his arms and stroke your hair softly. I could also seeing him getting sleepy and falling asleep on you :,)

Carwood Lipton

He is so cute about it, he’d ask you if you’re alright, not realizing how tired you were. Once he realized you had fallen asleep on him his heart literally melted omg. And you better get that he was still as stone when you were sleeping, bc you’re his bae and you deserve a good sleep in his arms. He’d hold you so softly and feeling of your head on him would make him just content. He’d definitely fall asleep to just holding you so comfortably.

Joe Toye

A huge smile appears on his face when he sees you laying your head on him. He’s tries to play it off all chill but he’s lowkey so excited on the inside. He would wrap an arm around you and keep you secure, making sure that if anyone came by that they were quiet, and ofc making sure he was quiet himself. The cutest thing of all though is how sweet he is to you when you wake up from your short nap. “How are you pretty thing? Ya sleep okay?” UGH he’d be so cute about it. I think you just falling asleep on him would be his favorite thing about y’all’s relationship.

Joe Liebgott

Freezes in his spot when he sees you laying your head on him. “Are you okay?” He’d say, Looking at your face he would see how exhausted you looked and maybe thought that you weren’t feeling good or something was wrong. When you told him that you were just sleepy, and that’s why, he would be so sweet. Honestly he would’ve gotten so happy hearing that’s why you were laying on him. Asking you if you want his jacket or something he has for you to warm up in. Resting on him would be one of the most comfiest things ever. Plus he’d be rubbing your arms up and down, hugging you super tight and warm.

Bill Guarnere

A big ole smirk would come up on his face so quickly. “get comfy, doll” He would rub his arms down back and forth on your arm, keeping a tight grip on your body. He would be so warm and comfortable to fall asleep on, he would try and keep quiet the whole time, especially when he heard you snoring. I think he would really enjoy you taking a nap on him (LOL) , He would end up getting so sleepy, he’d try fighting it off at first but he’d end up giving up after seeing how comfortable you were in his arms.

George Luz

Oh boy, he’s a total angel about the whole thing, when he sees you lay your head on you it makes his heart beat 2x faster then it’s original pace like omg. If you look up at him, all you will see on his face is that huge bright smile of his staring back at you. On the outside he’d try to keep it cool, and not make too much of a scene, but in the inside he was literally FREAKING out, like he is totally frozen in his position because he would feel absolutely horrible to accidentally wake you up. I think he would stroke your hair really nicely, helping you go to sleep with his calming touch almost immediately.

Bull Randleman

Ugh he’s honestly the best person to fall asleep on after a long day. He’d be so nice about it, at first he’d ask you if you were okay, “Are you alright. darlin’?” and you’d reply back just saying you were sleepy or something like that, and he’d say, “Come er’ get some sleep, princess/prince” He’d hold you super soft and would be a total snuggle bug. You made his day just holding onto him tightly while sleeping. he’d be a little nervous at first, because he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you or wake you at first, He would just watch you, admiring you and seeing how beautiful you truly are. He’s just so happy he gets to be around you, you make him so happy.

Eugene Roe

He’s having an internal breakdown when you just lay your head on him, you got him freaking out on the inside for real. He wouldn’t say anything to you about it though, he would just try his hardest to be natural, and he’d lean into you too, holding you by your shoulder and rubbing it slowly. He was nervous you could hear his heartbeat thumping out of his chest at first. But he still tried his best to be normal, and not make you uncomfortable in any way. Laying on him you’d almost fall asleep like immediately, there’s just something so warming about him, you just feel safe enough to sleep in his arms. While your sleeping, he thinks you look absolutely adorable. He’s ultimately glad that he’s with you right now.

Floyd Talbert

He is actually giggling on the inside like a little girl omg, also when you lay on him it’s just an ego booster, like out of all people, your laying on him, he definitely feels lucky, even though he knows his way around the ladies, all of that smoothness goes out the window with you. He just feels so happy when you lay on him comfortably, when he hears you snoring lightly, he can’t help but let out a small laugh and a huge smile. He just feels so nice with you laying on him, you are his favorite person ever.

Skip Muck

Okay so, I think he would be so so excited to be hanging out with you in general, so can you just imagine the look on his face when he sees you laying your head on his chest. Like his heart is ready to burst at any moment, don’t even get me started. I think he’d be so nervous to move, just because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable at all. He realizes that your sleeping when he hears your soft snores for the first time. He thinks you sound so so cute, like he falls in love with you a million times more when he hears that. Ugh he’s just so obsessed with you.

Don Malarkey

This sweet boy is more than happy for you to lay down on him. You’re sleepy? Well of course, lay down. His heart rate would go up by a bunch when you put your head on him, He can’t lie though, you feel so comfortable. I think he’d end up falling asleep first though and it’d be so cute, you’d look up to see him just snoring and he was passed out LOL, It’s just that he is so comfortable around you that he can fall asleep so easily, he doesn’t know why but he just does, oh and, something else that is absolutely adorable, is how even though he’s asleep, he will still stroke you hair so softly, just because he finds it so comforting holding you.

Babe Heffron

He is so happy when he sees you lay down on him, like his smile gets so big and his heart rate starts beating faster and faster. He would be so excited but nervous while you lay on him, he doesn’t want to disturb you or something that would make you get up, once he starts getting more comfortable with you laying on him, he’d wrap his arms around you and just hug you there, he’s super super sweet when you are laying down. And when he hears you snoring, ugh he thinks you are even cuter, he’d hold you for the rest of the time, just giving your the best forehead kisses and whispering the sweetest little things in your ear while you were asleep. “You’re my favorite, you know that right?”

Shifty Powers

Oh my, this sweethearts face would get so red when he sees you just laying down ask getting comfortable on his chest. He was honestly scared you could hear his heart beating because it was going so fast. He would timidly out his hand on your back and hold you gently. Honestly he’s the most comfortable person you could ever sleep with, Like just relaxing with him will make you instantly fall asleep. He’s so sweet the whole time, just rubbing your back and hugging in the best way ever. When he sees that your sleeping a huge smile appears on his face, he is in absolute awe of your beauty and he just loves you so much.

Frank Perconte

When he sees you laying down on his shoulder his body just rushes with love omg. He would be a little nervous at first but I think after awhile he would out of instinct just wrap his arms around you and hold you close, and in reaction to that I think he’d get really sleepy, like he’d be trying to fight sleep the whole time, just because he didn’t want to be rude. But when calls your name and you don’t answer back, He would look at you and see that you’re sleeping. He would he admiring you so hard, just thinking to himself how cute you are in his arms, before he finally fell asleep himself.

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shashashina · 10 months

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I don't hate you

Questa storia parla di Tom Kaulitz, membro della band Tokio Hotel, li ho conosciuti recentemente, come molti della mia età credo, lo trovo davvero carino e divertente e dato che avevo un'idea per una storia l'ho messa in pratica. In questa storia Tom ha circa 20/21 anni, è ambientata nel 2010/11. Spero davvero che la mia storia vi piaccia, vi ricordo che l'inglese non è la mia lingua madre e che sto usando il traduttore, se ci sono errori fatemelo sapere così posso migliorare la storia.

Attenzione:

In questa storia ci sono piccole dosi di accenni a: alcol, sesso, bullismo e violenza, se non vi piace il genere non leggete e non criticate.

Riepilogo:

Tu e Tom non siete mai andati d'accordo, vi siete conosciuti da piccoli ed è stato odio a prima vista, tante cose sono cambiate nel tempo, tante, tranne il tuo odio per lui, o forse è cambiato anche questo?

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Io e i gemelli Kaulitz ci conosciamo da molti anni, da quando io e Bill abbiamo partecipato al programma Star Search nel 2003 e io mi sono classificato terzo. Ho sempre provato affetto per Bill, di Tom si potrebbe dire il contrario, con lui ho sempre avuto un rapporto di odio reciproco, non siamo mai andati d'accordo e abbiamo iniziato a litigare dal primo incontro, con Bill ci provava per risolvere le cose in modo pacifico. Sono passati anni dalla prima volta che ho conosciuto le gemelle e molte cose sono cambiate, tranne i continui battibecchi tra me e Tom, sono la cantante di un gruppo composto da me e altre tre ragazze, siamo i Blue Sky, abbiamo abbiamo fatto diverse tournée in tutta Europa e abbiamo collaborato con altri gruppi musicali. Adesso io e il mio gruppo siamo nel backstage del palco e tra meno di 10 minuti ci esibiremo, c'è così tanta gente e non avrei mai pensato che saremmo riusciti ad avere così tanto successo, mi batte forte il cuore, sono emozionato e spaventato all'idea Allo stesso tempo, non credo che mi abituerò mai all'idea di poter cantare le mie canzoni davanti ad un pubblico così vasto e di essere in tournée in giro per il mondo. Entriamo in scena, corriamo sul palco e il pubblico è estasiato, inizio a cantare e come sempre quando sono sul palco con i miei amici e i membri del gruppo entriamo in un mondo tutto nostro, dove l'unica cosa che conta è dare il massimo, trasmettere la nostra passione e la nostra determinazione. Sono trascorse circa due ore dall'inizio del concerto e siamo davvero stanchi ma felici di essere riusciti a dare il massimo anche oggi. Siamo all'ultima canzone e presto potremo tornare in albergo a rilassarci, potrò riprendere il film che non sono riuscito a finire ieri sera, Lyra la mia batterista ha deciso che invece di fare guardo "Le pagine della nostra vita" saremmo dovuti andare ad una festa, e lei mi ha praticamente obbligato a farlo... C'era tantissima gente alla festa e alla fine ci siamo divertiti tutti e 4 , Lyra ed Emma erano piuttosto ubriache, mentre Katie e io ci prendevamo cura di entrambe impedendo loro di fare cose stupide. Siamo arrivati a casa verso le 3:00 del mattino e visto che oggi ci siamo svegliati verso le 08:00 del mattino, abbiamo tutti 5 ore di sonno, a quanto pare però diamo il massimo quando dormiamo poco, sta diventando quasi un rito per andare ad una festa la sera prima di un concerto. Il concerto è ormai finito e stiamo salutando i fan, stanno urlando i nostri nomi e dicono che ci amano, che rendiamo migliore la loro vita e questo fa piacere a tutti, andiamo nei camerini per rinfrescarci "Certo che è stato fantastico oggi, non credi?" Emma dice emozionata "Sì lo era, ma lo dici ad ogni concerto" Katie risponde con un'aria molto stanca "Certo che lo dico ad ogni concerto, ogni concerto che abbiamo fatto è stato fantastico, adoro lavorare con voi ragazze" Dice Emma avvolgendoci in un abbraccio. Entriamo nei camerini e prima di tutto vado a sciacquarmi la faccia, asciugandomi il sudore e il trucco, poi torno all'altro "Ehi ragazze, che ne dite di mangiare pizza stasera?" Suggerisco "Pizza? Ci sto". Lyra alza la mano ed Emma e Katie seguono l'esempio. Bene allora pizza sia, ci avviamo verso la macchina che ci ha accompagnato al concerto e ritorniamo in albergo, le prime a lavarsi sono Lyra e Katie, poi tocca a me. Guado sotto l'acqua calda, la sensazione è paradisiaca, l'acqua lava via non solo lo sporco ma anche i pensieri e lo stress, adoro stare in tournée, ma è faticoso e stressante. Inizio a canticchiare qualche canzone a caso, esco dalla doccia e mi metto il pigiama, mi asciugo i capelli, esco dal bagno e mi dirigo velocemente verso il mio letto e il mio computer per finire il film, vedo Emma che mi guarda con un sorrisetto la faccia "Da quanto tempo ti piace cantare le canzoni dei Tokio Hotel?" "Scusate? Di cosa state parlando?" Emma si avvicina a me e mi mostra il suo cellulare, a quanto pare mi ha filmato mentre canticchiavo sotto la doccia, solo che non mi ero accorto che fosse andata in bagno e non mi ero nemmeno accorto che stavo canticchiando le canzoni dei Tokio Hotel, non lo so. non so perché ma mi sento in imbarazzo, Emma invece ride forte vedendo come sto diventando rossa "Dimmi, chi dei Tokio Hotel ti piace di più?" chiede Emma, Katie risponde per me "Dai, sappiamo tutti che le piace Tom, litigano sempre ma l'attrazione tra loro si vede da lontano" sbatto "Che dici Katie? Lo sai che lo odio , piuttosto puoi spiegarmi Emma perché diavolo entri in bagno mentre io sono sotto la doccia?" "Perché eri adorabile mentre canticchiavi distrattamente e volevo prenderti un po' in giro" risponde Emma e poi mi lancia un cuscino in faccia e tira fuori la lingua, a volte è così infantile, sia lei che Katie che non fanno altro che prendermi in giro sul mio atteggiamento nei confronti di Tom Kaulitz, ma a volte sembrano dimenticare che l'odio è reciproco e che molte volte è Tom a iniziare una rissa. È davvero insopportabile, l'unica cosa che abbiamo in comune è l'affetto sconfinato per Bill, tante volte ci siamo ritrovati a difenderlo insieme dai bulli che se la prendevano con lui. Ricordo ancora quella volta in cui, a 13 anni, degli idioti iniziarono a prendersela con Bill e Tom e io comprammo pistole ad acqua e le riempimmo di vernice indelebile e spruzzammo su di loro insieme ai loro bei vestiti firmati, poi ci fu un piccolo litigio, ma Tom e io avemmo la meglio meglio così. Mi accorgo solo adesso che Katie e Lyra stanno parlando al telefono con la pizzeria e stanno ordinando delle pizze, meno male che la serata sembra finire come speravo, ovvero in totale relax. Arriva la pizza e ceniamo, tra risate e coca cola, finiamo tutti per andare a dormire presto. Sono sul palco e canto, ma non la mia canzone, una dei Tokio Hotel, ma sono solo io, io e il pubblico, poi sento il pubblico urlare di felicità, i membri della band dei Tokio Hotel entrano sul palco e Tom si avvicina a me, mi abbraccia da dietro e inizia a cantare, non so cosa pensare , cosa diavolo c'è che non va in lui? C'è un vortice di pensieri nella mia testa, ma il più forte di tutti è che voglio ancora stare tra le sue braccia e voglio ancora godermi il suo calore. All'improvviso un suono fortissimo, la sveglia, era tutto un sogno, molto vivido, ho ancora la sensazione del suo corpo attaccato al mio, impresso sulla sua pelle. Mi costringo ad alzarmi dal letto e inizio la giornata. Passa circa un mese dal concerto e dal sogno, dopo quel sogno ne ho fatti altri simili ma ancora non ho capito il perché, Tom non mi piace, non lo sopporto, ma non mi dispiace l'idea di essere tra le sue braccia. Non lo vedo da mesi ormai, loro stanno facendo il loro tour e noi siamo nel nostro, ogni tanto parlo con Bill al telefono e ci aggiorniamo sulle notizie. Stasera c'è una festa a casa di una mia amica e le altre ragazze si stanno già preparando per andare, ma io sono indecisa, alla festa c'è il mio ex e non ci siamo lasciati bene, 8 mesi fa ho scoperto di tradirmi con una ragazza della mia città, e l'ho lasciato subito, stiamo insieme da 1 anno e mezzo, ho sofferto, ma non quanto pensavo... "Dai T/N...hai venire questa volta, sarà divertente, ci saranno un sacco di persone, non solo il tuo stronzo ex, forse puoi trovarti un ragazzo per stasera" "Lyra, davvero non voglio scopare uno sconosciuto stasera , comunque sai che non sono una troia" rispondo un po' seccata, non capisco perché da mesi mi fanno partecipare a feste su feste e vogliono darmi dei ragazzi con cui passare la notte, magari pensano che mi senta solo, in fondo solo che lì sono l'unico del gruppo a non avere una relazione in questo momento, ma non mi interessa molto, alla fine sto bene anche da solo. Ma decido che andare alla festa non è una cattiva idea, alla fine sarà una festa come tante. Mi preparo e mi pettino, indosso il mio vestito preferito, mi trucco e sono pronta, mi unisco agli altri e partiamo per la festa. Siamo arrivati e siamo in piena serata, mi allontano dai miei amici per fare un giro e cercare il ragazzo che ha organizzato la festa per salutarlo, i miei amici vanno senza troppo indugio al tavolo delle bevande e nel frattempo saluta gli altri. Faccio il giro della casa enorme e saluto alcuni amici, un ragazzo mi scontra e quasi mi butta a terra, subito mi prende per la vita per non farmi cadere, ma quando entrambi capiamo con chi abbiamo a che fare, cade io a terra "Ehi imbecille, potevi evitare di buttarmi a terra" "Scusa idiota è che sono rimasto scioccato dalla tua faccia orribile e ho avuto una reazione immediata" "Io orribile? Ma ti capita di usare lo specchio ogni tanto?" "Ho almeno una dozzina di ragazze in questa casa che mi seguono, tu chi hai?" "Ehi Tom, lascia in pace T/N se non lo fai voglio aiutarla a rimettersi in piedi..." Bill appare dal nulla e per fortuna, come al solito, cerca di mediare tra me e Tom ed evitare che scoppi una guerra. Bill mi tende la mano e mi aiuta ad alzarmi, poi Spingo Tom ma non sembra aver funzionato visto che lui non si muove di un centimetro e anzi sorride.Mi accorgo solo adesso che ho davanti a me i due fratelli Kaulitz, che non vedo da mesi e che Non pensavo che ti avrei visto stasera, sorrido emozionata a Bill che apre le braccia e mi invita ad abbracciarlo, cosa che faccio subito. "Bill cavolo, mi sei mancato così tanto ma perché sei qui? Non mi avevi detto che saresti andata a questa festa, non sapevo nemmeno che fossi in città..." un mese, ci stiamo solo prendendo una pausa dal tour, mi sei mancato molto anche per la cronaca" Bill mi stringe ancora più forte prima di lasciarsi andare e sorridermi, con la coda dell'occhio vedo Tom che si allontana e va da una ragazza, sempre lo stesso Tom, non cambia mai. "Dai, hai già salutato gli altri? Gustav e Georg, dove sono?" Chiedo ancora emozionato: "Georg e Gustav erano occupati e non volevano venire alla festa, anch'io ho già salutato l'altro Blue Sky. Vuoi andare a prendere qualcosa da bere?" Bill propone e io accetto volentieri. Prendiamo qualche birra e andiamo in piscina, ci sediamo a un tavolo accanto e iniziamo a parlare del più e del meno. Poi vedo Tom ballare con una ragazza e baciarla e il mio cuore fa un balzo, affonda un po', non capisco perché, Tom è solo Tom, mi viene in mente il litigio precedente in cui diceva che aveva molte ragazze che gli correvano dietro lui dietro, è vero ha sempre avuto tante ragazze pronte a saltargli addosso e prima lo trovavo davvero ridicolo, adesso è solo fastidioso, mi irrita. Mi viene un'idea "Ehi Bill, vado a ballare, vieni con me, dai, ho bisogno di distrarmi" "Distrarti da cosa?" Non rispondo alla domanda ma lo trascino con me a ballare, inizio a muovermi e lascio che la musica porti via la mia mente e il mio corpo. Ho ballato con Bill per circa un quarto d'ora, scherzando insieme come al solito. "S/N, vado in bagno a fumare, vieni con me?" "Bill, lo sai che non posso venire in bagno con te e sai anche che non fumo, resto qui a ballare" "Ok, ci vediamo dopo" dice Bill allontanandosi da me. Sento le mani che mi afferrano la vita, Mi giro e trovo un ragazzo molto simpatico che ha tutta l'intenzione di ballare con me, ecco, anch'io ho intenzione di ballare con qualcuno. Mi giro completamente e mi ritrovo davanti al ragazzo, gli sorrido "Sai che sei bellissimo? Ti ho guardato tutta la sera e mi sembri davvero simpatico e carino" "Mi hai osservato tutta la sera, sai che è un po' inquietante?" Dico scherzando un po' "Beh, non è colpa mia se sei irresistibile" Lui si avvicina ancora di più, mi giro ancora una volta e ricomincio a ballare, le sue mani sui miei fianchi, mi tocca il corpo, non in modo fastidioso, è quasi timido nel farlo. Continuiamo a ballare, parlare, ridere e scherzare per un po' "Vuoi che ti prenda qualcosa da bere? Ho proprio bisogno di bere qualcosa" Lui chiede "Sì ok, per me va bene una birra, grazie" Si gira e lei va a prendere una birra, i miei amici che fino ad ora credevo mancassero quasi mi corrono incontro "Chi è quel bel ragazzo con cui hai ballato fino ad ora?" chiede Emma "si chiama Gabriel ed è davvero bello, ma non solo, è gentile ed educato" "Allora stasera non verrai a casa con noi, vero?" Adesso è Lyra a parlare, con un tono più malizioso del solito "Non lo so, per ora stiamo solo ballando" rispondo senza troppo impegno, passa accanto a noi il ragazzo che ha organizzato la festa "Ehi ciao ragazze, come state?" tu? Speravo che venissi, ti stai divertendo?" "Ciao Henry, stiamo benissimo, grazie per l'invito, ci stiamo divertendo molto. Comunque ti ho cercato ma non sono riuscito a trovarti da nessuna parte, dov'eri?" dico cercando di capire perché non l'ho trovato anche se l'ho cercato ovunque "ero con Michelle, è lei che lo fa, se capite cosa intendo, comunque adesso vi lascio con qualche ospite per intrattenere" Henry risponde e se ne va velocemente, sembrava proprio qualcuno che avesse appena finito di fare sesso. I miei amici mi prendono per il braccio e mi indicano una direzione, mi giro e vedo Gabriel che sta tornando con la birra "Bene, andiamo, divertiti e usa le protezioni" Katie mi dà un bacio e scompaiono tutti e tre così come erano apparsi cioè molto rapidamente. "Erano tuoi amici?" Gabriel guarda nella direzione dove sono scomparsi i miei amici e sorride "Sì, scusa è che a volte sembrano delle ragazzine" mi porge la birra e ne bevo un sorso. Sento una voce familiare e quasi soffoco per la sorpresa "S/N ciao, come stai?" Il mio ex si avvicina e mi abbraccia come se non mi avesse mai spezzato il cuore, mi ritraggo scioccata e lo guardo stupita, è accompagnato dalla ragazza con cui mi ha tradito, le parole non escono dalla mia bocca, eppure io sapeva che era qui da qualche parte, solo che fino ad ora non avevo fatto i conti con il fatto che prima o poi lo avrei rivisto... Un braccio mi cinge le spalle "Ciao stronzo, è un dolore enorme vederti, per me e per chiunque altro" , hai mai pensato di cambiare non so città? O meglio ancora continente?" Tom ha un sorriso stampato in faccia che fa quasi paura, si vede che è molto irritato, è venuto in mio soccorso, gli sono grato, non so come reagire in situazioni come questa. "Ehi Tom, non sapevo che avessi avuto una relazione con T/N, hai preso i miei avanzi?" Adesso è il mio ex che ha un sorriso stampato in faccia, uno di quei sorrisi soddisfatti, ammetto che le sue parole mi hanno ferito, mi ha chiamato avanzo, qualcosa di scartato. Tom è sempre stato un ragazzo molto impulsivo e crescendo non è cambiato, dà un pugno in faccia alla mia ex "Non osare mai più definire T/N così, è chiaro? E non avvicinarti più a lei" "Tom sembra quasi dare un altro pugno al mio ex, lo fermo in tempo, gli afferro la mano e lo trascino via scusandosi con Gabriel e gli altri accanto a noi, in tanti aiutano il povero sfortunato che ha avuto la sfortuna di innervosire Tom . Lo porto fuori "Ehi, non avevo bisogno di dargli un pugno" dico, anche se in realtà sono grato di averlo fatto "Senti, è uno stronzo e non può permettersi di chiamarti come vuole, aveva bisogno di un lezione" "Ok, sì, grazie, grazie per avermi difeso" Siamo faccia a faccia, mi sono tornati in mente quei sogni che avevo tutti, all'improvviso mi sento in imbarazzo a stargli così vicino e faccio qualche passo indietro, il problema è che proprio dietro ho una piscina e ci cado dentro, l'acqua dolce mi sveglia completamente ed esco dall'acqua per prendere aria, sento Tom ridere forte è addirittura piegato in due dalle risate, mentre io sono ancora abbastanza frastornato da tutto quello che è successo finora "Ehi imbecille, vuoi aiutarmi o no?" dico avvicinandomi al bordo "Sei un tale idiota, come hai fatto a non accorgerti che la piscina era dietro di te?" Lui mi offre la mano e mi aiuta ad uscire dall'acqua, ora mi ritrovo davanti a lui bagnato fradicio, il mio vestito lascia intravedere la biancheria intima e mi si è attaccata alla pelle diventando tesa, Tom se ne accorge, smette di ridere e lei mi lancia uno sguardo attento dalla testa ai piedi "Non pensavo che stare accanto a me ti rendesse così nervoso da cadere in una piscina..." Ha un sorriso beffardo sulle labbra e si avvicina pericolosamente, questa volta Resto fermo, non voglio dargliela vinta. E poi "Etcì, etcì" starnutisco un paio di volte e mi viene freddo, Tom si toglie la felpa e me la porge, per fortuna ha una maglietta sotto, sarebbe stato strano "Ecco, sennò ti ammali , Ed è meglio che ti togli quei vestiti bagnati" Afferro la felpa e la osservo per qualche secondo, poi lo appoggio su un tavolo accanto a loro e mi giro per togliermi il vestito bagnato, sento gli occhi di Tom sul mio corpo "Ti piace quello che vedi?" chiedo con tono sarcastico "se ti giri potrei vedere di più" "Oh no, proprio non ci penso, stasera hai già visto tante ragazze prostrarsi ai tuoi piedi e io non sarò sicuramente tra queste" " Prendo la sua felpa e me la metto, è così grande che copre esattamente quanto il mio vestito "Grazie per la felpa Tom" Mi giro e lo trovo a pochi passi da me, ha un aspetto che non avevo mai visto visto prima "Sei geloso?" Tom chiede all'improvviso "Geloso di te? E perché dovrei" "Non lo so, ma lo sono, ogni volta che ti vedo parlare con un altro ragazzo mi dà fastidio, quel ragazzo con cui ti strusciavi prima, beh, volevo prenderlo a pugni anche lui" Era geloso? Veramente? Lui? Di me? Che diritto aveva di essere geloso di me se praticamente scopava ogni ragazza che glielo permetteva? "Come puoi essere geloso di me se praticamente mi odi? E poi perché sei geloso di me se ti scopi tutte le ragazze che ti vengono incontro?" chiedo con tono sorpreso "Io non ti odio e non l'ho mai fatto, vero? Sei tu che dici che mi odia eppure non sembra o mi sbaglio?" "Io...non ti odio" "E poi per la cronaca sto solo con gli altri perché non posso averti, comunque è bello che tu non mi odi, almeno posso fare questo" Dice l'ultima parola e io bacio, sono una sorpresa momentanea, ma ricambio subito, ci metto dentro tutti i sentimenti che ho tenuto nascosti negli anni, tutta la tensione che negli anni si era accumulata tra noi esplode in questo bacio, le sue mani avvolgono le mie, la mia vita, le mie si aggrovigliano tra i suoi capelli, io gemo nel bacio e lui ne approfitta per infilare la sua lingua nella mia bocca, le nostre lingue ballano insieme e si aggrovigliano, le sue mani scendono e lui mi tocca il sedere, mi avvicino a lui godendomi la sensazione dei nostri corpi vicini, è meglio dei miei sogni. Ci stacchiamo dal bacio per riprendere fiato, ci guardiamo negli occhi e sento crescere dentro di me un sorriso sincero. "Sei bellissima, sii mia" non pensavo che Tom mi avrebbe mai chiesto una cosa del genere, ma sono felice, voglio essere sua "Va bene, ma se sono tua, sarai mia, questo include anche il fatto che ora sei vietato alle ragazze" "Se ho te, cosa mi importa degli altri?" "Ok, allora sarò tuo" Lo avvicino a me e questa volta sono io a baciarlo. stasera hai già visto tante ragazze prostrarsi ai tuoi piedi e io di certo non sarò tra queste" Prendo la sua felpa e me la indosso, è così grande che copre esattamente quanto il mio vestito "Grazie per la felpa Tom" Mi giro e lo trovo a pochi passi da me, ha uno sguardo mai visto prima "Sei geloso?" chiede Tom all'improvviso "Geloso, di te? E perché dovrei" "Non lo so, ma lo sono, ogni volta che ti vedo parlare con un altro ragazzo mi dà fastidio, quel ragazzo con cui ti strusciavi prima, beh, volevo dargli un pugno anch'io" Era geloso? Davvero? Lui? Di me? Che diritto aveva di essere geloso di me se praticamente scopava ogni ragazza che glielo permetteva? "Come puoi essere geloso di me se praticamente mi odi? E poi perché sei geloso di me se ti scopi tutte le ragazze che ti vengono incontro?" chiedo con tono sorpreso "Non ti odio e non l'ho mai fatto, vero? Sei tu che dici che mi odia e tuttavia non sembra o mi sbaglio?" "Io...io non ti odio" "E poi per la cronaca sto solo con gli altri perché non posso averti, comunque è un bene che non mi odi, almeno posso fare questo" Dice l'ultima parola e mi bacio, sono una sorpresa momentanea, ma ricambio subito, mi inserisco tutti i sentimenti che ho tenuto nascosti negli anni, tutta la tensione che si era accumulata tra noi nel corso degli anni esplode in questo bacio, le sue mani avvolgono le mie, la mia vita, le mie si aggrovigliano tra i suoi capelli, io gemo nel bacio e lui ne approfitta per infilare la sua lingua nella mia bocca, le nostre lingue ballano insieme e si intrecciano, le sue mani scendono e mi tocca il sedere, io mi avvicino a lui godendomi la sensazione dei nostri corpi vicini, è meglio dei miei sogni. il bacio per riprendere fiato, ci guardiamo negli occhi e sento crescere in me un sorriso sincero."Sei bellissima, sii mia" Non pensavo che Tom mi avrebbe mai chiesto una cosa del genere, ma sono felice, voglio essere suo "Va bene, ma se io sono tuo, anche tu sarai mio, compreso anche che adesso per le ragazze non ci sono limiti" "Se ho te, cosa mi importa degli altri? ""Ok, allora sarò tuo" Lo avvicino a me e questa volta sono io a baciarlo. stasera hai già visto tante ragazze prostrarsi ai tuoi piedi e io di certo non sarò tra queste" Prendo la sua felpa e me la indosso, è così grande che copre esattamente quanto il mio vestito "Grazie per la felpa Tom" Mi giro e lo trovo a pochi passi da me, ha uno sguardo mai visto prima "Sei geloso?" chiede Tom all'improvviso "Geloso, di te? E perché dovrei" "Non lo so, ma lo sono, ogni volta che ti vedo parlare con un altro ragazzo mi dà fastidio, quel ragazzo con cui ti strusciavi prima, beh, volevo dargli un pugno anch'io" Era geloso? Davvero? Lui? Di me? Che diritto aveva di essere geloso di me se praticamente scopava ogni ragazza che glielo permetteva? "Come puoi essere geloso di me se praticamente mi odi? E poi perché sei geloso di me se ti scopi tutte le ragazze che ti vengono incontro?" chiedo con tono sorpreso "Non ti odio e non l'ho mai fatto, vero? Sei tu che dici che mi odia e tuttavia non sembra o mi sbaglio?" "Io...io non ti odio" "E poi per la cronaca sto solo con gli altri perché non posso averti, comunque è un bene che non mi odi, almeno posso fare questo" Dice l'ultima parola e mi bacio, sono una sorpresa momentanea, ma ricambio subito, mi inserisco tutti i sentimenti che ho tenuto nascosti negli anni, tutta la tensione che si era accumulata tra noi nel corso degli anni esplode in questo bacio, le sue mani avvolgono le mie, la mia vita, le mie si aggrovigliano tra i suoi capelli, io gemo nel bacio e lui ne approfitta per infilare la sua lingua nella mia bocca, le nostre lingue ballano insieme e si intrecciano, le sue mani scendono e mi tocca il sedere, io mi avvicino a lui godendomi la sensazione dei nostri corpi vicini, è meglio dei miei sogni. il bacio per riprendere fiato, ci guardiamo negli occhi e sento crescere in me un sorriso sincero."Sei bellissima, sii mia" Non pensavo che Tom mi avrebbe mai chiesto una cosa del genere, ma sono felice, voglio essere suo "Va bene, ma se io sono tuo, anche tu sarai mio, compreso anche che adesso per le ragazze non ci sono limiti" "Se ho te, cosa mi importa degli altri? ""Ok, allora sarò tuo" Lo avvicino a me e questa volta sono io a baciarlo. Volevo dargli un pugno anch'io." Era geloso? Davvero? Lui? Di me? Che diritto aveva di essere geloso di me se praticamente scopava ogni ragazza che glielo permetteva? "Come puoi essere geloso di me se praticamente mi odi? E poi perché sei geloso di me se ti scopi tutte le ragazze che ti vengono incontro?" chiedo con tono sorpreso "Non ti odio e non l'ho mai fatto, vero? Sei tu che dici che mi odia e tuttavia non sembra o mi sbaglio?" "Io...io non ti odio" "E poi per la cronaca sto solo con gli altri perché non posso averti, comunque è un bene che non mi odi, almeno posso fare questo" Dice l'ultima parola e mi bacio, sono una sorpresa momentanea, ma ricambio subito, mi inserisco tutti i sentimenti che ho tenuto nascosti negli anni, tutta la tensione che si era accumulata tra noi nel corso degli anni esplode in questo bacio, le sue mani avvolgono le mie, la mia vita, le mie si aggrovigliano tra i suoi capelli, io gemo nel bacio e lui ne approfitta per infilare la sua lingua nella mia bocca, le nostre lingue ballano insieme e si intrecciano, le sue mani scendono e mi tocca il sedere, io mi avvicino a lui godendomi la sensazione dei nostri corpi vicini, è meglio dei miei sogni. il bacio per riprendere fiato, ci guardiamo negli occhi e sento crescere in me un sorriso sincero."Sei bellissima, sii mia" Non pensavo che Tom mi avrebbe mai chiesto una cosa del genere, ma sono felice, voglio essere suo "Va bene, ma se io sono tuo, anche tu sarai mio, compreso anche che adesso per le ragazze non ci sono limiti" "Se ho te, cosa mi importa degli altri? ""Ok, allora sarò tuo" Lo avvicino a me e questa volta sono io a baciarlo. Volevo dargli un pugno anch'io." Era geloso? Davvero? Lui? Di me? Che diritto aveva di essere geloso di me se praticamente scopava ogni ragazza che glielo permetteva? "Come puoi essere geloso di me se praticamente mi odi? E poi perché sei geloso di me se ti scopi tutte le ragazze che ti vengono incontro?" chiedo con tono sorpreso "Non ti odio e non l'ho mai fatto, vero? Sei tu che dici che mi odia e tuttavia non sembra o mi sbaglio?" "Io...io non ti odio" "E poi per la cronaca sto solo con gli altri perché non posso averti, comunque è un bene che non mi odi, almeno posso fare questo" Dice l'ultima parola e mi bacio, sono una sorpresa momentanea, ma ricambio subito, mi inserisco tutti i sentimenti che ho tenuto nascosti negli anni, tutta la tensione che si era accumulata tra noi nel corso degli anni esplode in questo bacio, le sue mani avvolgono le mie, la mia vita, le mie si aggrovigliano tra i suoi capelli, io gemo nel bacio e lui ne approfitta per infilare la sua lingua nella mia bocca, le nostre lingue ballano insieme e si intrecciano, le sue mani scendono e mi tocca il sedere, io mi avvicino a lui godendomi la sensazione dei nostri corpi vicini, è meglio dei miei sogni. il bacio per riprendere fiato, ci guardiamo negli occhi e sento crescere in me un sorriso sincero."Sei bellissima, sii mia" Non pensavo che Tom mi avrebbe mai chiesto una cosa del genere, ma sono felice, voglio essere suo "Va bene, ma se io sono tuo, anche tu sarai mio, compreso anche che adesso per le ragazze non ci sono limiti" "Se ho te, cosa mi importa degli altri? ""Ok, allora sarò tuo" Lo avvicino a me e questa volta sono io a baciarlo. ci guardiamo negli occhi e sento crescere dentro di me un sorriso sincero. "Sei bellissima, sii mia" non pensavo che Tom mi avrebbe mai chiesto una cosa del genere, ma sono felice, voglio essere sua "Va bene, ma se sono tua, sarai mia, questo include anche il fatto che ora sei vietato alle ragazze" "Se ho te, cosa mi importa degli altri?" "Ok, allora sarò tuo" Lo avvicino a me e questa volta sono io a baciarlo. ci guardiamo negli occhi e sento crescere dentro di me un sorriso sincero. "Sei bellissima, sii mia" non pensavo che Tom mi avrebbe mai chiesto una cosa del genere, ma sono felice, voglio essere sua "Va bene, ma se sono tua, sarai mia, questo include anche il fatto che ora sei vietato alle ragazze" "Se ho te, cosa mi importa degli altri?" "Ok, allora sarò tuo" Lo avvicino a me e questa volta sono io a baciarlo.

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