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littlepadika · 3 years

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Calling Home (1) | Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You are a receptionist at the VA. Frankie Morales keeps calling. Yearning ensues...

Rating: M -> E in later chapters

Warnings: fem!reader, age gap (legal), praise kink, voice kink, discussion of addiction/PTSD/trauma, no use of y/n, no beta reader, reader is bad at Spanish, Frankie has a sexy voice 😩

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AN: My first fic. Pedro writers have inspired me to finally start writing again 🥺. Concept inspired by the movie RED. I hope you like it ❤️Set after triple frontier.

Chapter One

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The first time he called was an ordinary Thursday.

“Veterans Affairs, how can I help you?”

You had been working at the VA office for about two weeks. Fresh out of college you felt lucky to have a job in the first place. You went to school to be a writer but your big idea for 'The Next Great American Novel' had yet to present itself. At least here you had access to the most inspiring stories and interesting people. Men and women who had seen more and done more than you probably would in your entire life. You loved talking to clients on the phone. It was weird but something about only being able to hear people’s voices excited you. You would sometimes write little stories in your head about the people you'd talk to, filling in the details that were unknown.

Your desk accessories reflected your love of books and writing. You had your growing collection of books sitting on your desk sandwiched between baby pink bookends. Next to them was a matching desk organizer filled with your favorite sparkly pens and sticky notes. You had decorated the plain cubicle walls with posters of quotes from your favorite books. You also brought your favorite candle from home. Even though you couldn’t light it you still liked to lift it to your nose once and a while and smell it between chapters. When you weren’t on the phone or scanning documents you would read. You finished To Kill A Mockingbird in your first week on the job and were now halfway through Murder on the Orient Express.

You were starting a new chapter when Frankie Morales called the first time.

You picked up the phone on the second ring already mustering your chipper 'customer service' voice. “Veterans affairs.” You stated your name. “How may I help you?”

“H-Hi. My name is Frankie- uh-Francisco Morales." A deep voice answered you. "I’m calling because I have gotten my benefits check yet. It’s been a month. I was hoping you could tell me if it got sent?”

“Okay Mr. Morales." You flipped on the computer. "Let me check. Can you spell your last name for me?”

“M-o-r-a-l-e-s”

“Okay... let's see.” You clicked on his account. You were momentarily distracted by his picture likely taken when he graduated basic if you had to guess based off the uniform. He looked sweet. Sharp nose and strong jaw balanced by kind eyes and a shy smile. You could imagine how age would continue to soften his expression making him even more handsome. The image was a strange juxtaposition to the voice you were hearing on the phone which was much deeper and rougher. His profile said he was special forces. A pilot. The rest of the information was blacked out. Something you were used to seeing on many people's accounts but even his years of service were redacted. He must have been involved in some dangerous stuff, you thought to yourself. The dates that were not redacted were mostly in Latin America. You clicked over to processing requests. “Looks like the check got sent one week ago.” You informed him.

"I'll look again but I haven't seen anything-" It sounded like he was apologizing when clearly it was not his fault.

"No no. It's probably a mistake on our end." You interrupted. With how shitty and outdated the payroll interface was you wouldn't be surprised if there was a mix up. "I’ll go ahead and let payroll know to send another."

"Great. Thanks." He replied sounding relieved. The roughness in his voice gave way to a smooth baritone.

“No problem. I'm sorry for any inconvenience it may have caused. We'll get it sent right away." You hoped he was not relying on this benefit check for anything important. While you could promise you'd fix the problem, the administration was notoriously slow. When he didn't respond you asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with today, Mr. Morales?”

“Uh-no" The roughness back in place. "Thank you." He paused before adding your name onto his thank you which made you smile. People usually never remembered your name.

“Alright. Have a nice day and thank you for your service.” You chirped before hanging up. The smile he put on your face lingered for a few minutes as you returned to your book.

The next time he called was exactly twelve days later.

“Veterans affairs” you answered, your routine greeting cut short as your eyes were still on your book.

“Hi- I’m calling because uh I still haven’t gotten my benefits check. This is Frankie Morales.”

“Oh Mr. Morales.” You recognized his voice even before he even said his name. You quickly shut your book, pushing your hair out of your face. Had you been thinking about him? No! Okay maybe you stared at his picture for a few minutes longer after he hung up. Yes, it was probably very unprofessional but you couldn't fight the curiosity. You were trying to rationalize the contrasting sharpness and softness of his features with his voice. How it all worked together. How one person's voice could change textures and colors so easily. You wondered what kind of things this man might have seen on the job. Most of the veterans you would help day to day did not have so many redacted missions and deployments. You were in the middle of Narcos season one so you immediately thought of drugs or something equally dangerous. After much pondering, you had come to the conclusion that Frankie Morales was both insanely attractive and insanely courageous. “Still no check, huh?”

“Nope.” He sighed the sound making the phone's shitty speaker crackle as you held it to your ear.

“Let me just check that it was approved...“ you found his profile again and scrolled to the status page. “Hmm... it says it was sent out last Friday after we spoke. That’s so weird...”

“Yeah. Really weird.” He echoed your frustration on the other end.

Typical payroll, you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes. “I'll get another one sent to you right away. I'll see to it myself.” You tucked the phone under your chin and typed out a short email to Mary in payroll letting her know you'd be stopping by her office to explain the situation. You realized he hadn't hung up yet.

“Sorry for the back and forth.” You said, trying to fill the silence.

“It’s not your fault." The earlier irritation gone. "You’ve been really helpful.” His voice sounded warm and reassuring. Less gruff than it was last you spoke. Instead it was that rich baritone that you caught of glimpse of last time.

You feel your face warm at his compliment. It was this annoying reflex you had. Praise always made you blush no matter what context but it was worse when it came from a (you assume) gorgeous stranger.

“And just to verify that your address is correct- you’re on Maple Lane in Miami, Florida?”

“That’s right.” He confirmed.

“Okay. Sent!” You clicked send on the email, which caused the window to close and reveal Frankie’s profile page again. “I was curious-" You spoke before you really made the decision to speak. You didn’t want to overstep but once again your curiosity got the better of you. Honestly, you were just searching for a way to keep him on the phone. The day had been so boring.

“Your profile says you were stationed in Costa Rica.”

“For a bit.” He replied after a moment. He didn’t sound too defensive but there was definitely some tightness in his answer that made you feel bad for asking. Like you were scratching a wound.

“Did you like it? The country I mean.”

“Are you planning a trip?” He sounds a little amused.

“Yeah- well- kind of. It's more a trip in my head right now. I’d like to go there one day. It looks so beautiful.” You sighed closing your eyes trying to imagine the heat on your skin.

“It is." He agrees. "Really humid though.”

“Mm that sounds nice.” You would kill for some warm weather after such a long winter in DC.

“It was too muggy for me at times." He grumbled. "If you do go, stick to the costal areas where it’s more breezy or else you’ll just be sweating the whole time.”

“I don’t mind a little sweat” you shrugged, still thinking of the awful east coast winter you were currently suffering through. The sexual connotation of what you said hit you hard as soon as you heard the statement in its entirety. You felt your face flush again, though the man on the other end would never know.

“I’m learning Spanish!" You announced loudly trying to move the conversation past your awkwardness.

“Wow. Muy impressivo.”

“Si” you replied but after a moment you admit “I don’t really know what you said.”

Frankie laughed loudly on the other end and you couldn’t help but join in, drawing dirty looks from the elderly lady, Donna, working in the cubicle across from you. You ducked your head behind a stack of papers to avoid her glare.

“Fake it till you make it.” He chuckled.

“Maybe you should help me out.” You took on an indigent but still playful tone. “You sound better than duolingo” Your smile widened when he laughed again. His laugh was what you hoped it would be, by all your assumptions from his picture. It was an unencumbered, unburdened, rich sound with only a hit of roughness from the air behind it.

“Tell me you’re not using that dumb app to learn.” he scoffed, saying your name in an almost scolding tone.

“I’m got my thirty day streak today.” You boasted.

“You’ll be a total tourist if you go by duolingo.”

“But the owl is so cute every time I get something right!” You argued your voice taking on a more childish cadence.

“That’s how they trap you, silly girl.” He teased right back. Usually such a condescending nickname would piss you off but something about the affection behind him using it made you feel very differently. You felt warm like you were proud to be silly as long as it made him laugh.

“Then you saved me just in time, Mr. Morales.” You bit your lip. His scoffing and laughter died down on the other end.

“Frankie” He corrects you.

“Frankie…” You repeated it, smiling at how well the nick name suited the voice over the phone. Honest, sincere, and not pretentious at all. Way better than the pompous guys you know with equally stuffy names like “Edward” and “Christopher.”

“So what do you want to know?” Frankie interrupted your thoughts. “Dime”

You started asking him questions in Spanish to the best of your ability. Granted they weren't particularly probing questions. What is your name? What is your favorite color? What is your favorite animal? What's your favorite book? I am reading Gone Girl. He answered them all with patience and amusement, occasionally interrupting you to correct your pronunciation or explain what a word meant. Every time you’d repeat the word back correctly he would say something like “good” or “there you go” or “you got it”. You hated to admit that his kind words and his praise was doing something to you. You didn't even realize you were clenching your legs together unconsciously, almost in anticipation of his next correction or next answer. His low voice so sweet and encouraging against your ear, more tangible when he was speaking Spanish. You just wanted to hear more of it. Would it be this sweet in other situations? Would it get huskier or rougher? If you closed your eyes it was like he was sitting right next to you. It would be all too easy to slip into that daydream and escape the dull office.

Suddenly out of the corner of your drooping eyes you saw a flashing red light on the phone console meaning another caller was waiting.

“Shoot- i’m sorry, Frankie- I have to take this call.” You shot forward in your chair, legs uncrossing.

“Of-Of course. I should let you get back to work.” He sounded a little sad or so you hoped. You felt bad for interrupting him after you both were having so much fun. You wanted to say he could wait on hold but he killed that idea when he said, "I have work too. Technically I'm five minutes past my lunch break."

Your pout turned to a smile. He was spending his precious lunch break with you? Get a grip! you snapped at yourself.

“You’re welcome to call again if you want.” You threw out the offer in a small voice, scared you would be rejected. You peered over the cubicle wall to see if you were still being glared at. Thankfully Donna was away from her desk. Probably out for a smoke. “It’s really boring here and usually no one calls.”

“Maybe I will.” He replied and you could hear the smile behind those words. You felt your heart clench weirdly in your chest like it didn't know how to process the sudden spike in emotions.

“Bye, Frankie.” You beamed.

“Bye”

This time the smile on your face lasted for hours. Frankie’s laugh echoed around in your head, taunting you, sending your mind to the gutter. His voice went from grit to molasses on a dime. You wanted to be the one to bring out those sounds. You wanted to hear his voice bend and stretch and strain as you fucked him. What the hell is wrong with me? you screamed internally. You had never been so depraved and with a stranger no less! You clearly needed to get laid fast because this much yearning would not end well.

Frankie got the second VA check a few days later and this time he didn’t even feel bad about ripping it in half. He was already reaching for the phone to call you.

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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Vampire!Law or werewolf!Law?

Hi, hi! I used to be obsessed with vampires back then. Never seen/read Twilight, though. But still. I didn't know if you wanted something NSFW, so I included some, not that explicit just in case. I hope you like it ♥. I loved the prompt so I'd probably be extending this story, perhaps with more OS someday!.

Vampire! Law x Reader.

Countryside town AU. No gender description. Everybody is 18+. No spoilers. TW: Blood. Slightly hurted animals. Kind of blood play. Soft NSFW. WC: 4.4K AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31552169

Drawing done using a base from: deviantart.com/shadow-bases

It’s a cold night, puffs of steamy air coming out from your mouth as you quickly walk to your parents’ house. The moon shines in between foggy clouds that cover a dark sky. You regret the moment when you accepted going out, plus everything around seems a little threatening. You are used to the city you were living in until now, and somehow forgot the feeling of living in your hometown. But, your old friends wanted to see you, and you couldn’t just say no.

The old town you were born in seemed to have never evolved. Since the day you left your parents’ house and moved to campus in the big city, the town has preserved its own style, the same houses, the same old shops.

Reddish dried leaves crunches under your feet, and some crickets sing in the dark. You grab your phone just to check the hour. 00:00. You are a little bit tired; you’ve been driving the whole day to get there, but even though you were exhausted your old friends insisted on celebrating your comeback to the nest.

You are about to get to your house, when a sudden noise creeps the hell out of you, but you realize it’s just a cute white cat. “Hello kitty, you scared me!”, you say as the little cat comes purring. You crouch and pet it, after all it was too cute to not play with it.

“Bepo… Bepo… where the hell are you?”, you hear a man’s voice that comes closer. “Are you Bepo?”, you ask the little kitten and try to see what his collar says. “Bepo!!, there you are!”, a young man says with a gravelly voice.

“Oh, excuse me!”, you tell him as he comes closer to grab the white ball of fur. “Oh no, it's ok! I was about to go to sleep and I was looking for him. Did you scare her/him/they, Bepo?”, he says, approaching you, bending down and petting the kitten’s head.

The clouds move allowing the moonshine to bathe his face, revealing refined face features. A straight but snub nose, white pale skin, black spiky hair that ends up with sideburns, a goatee, and intense grey eyes with very dark circles were his main features. He was the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life so you stay caught on his face for a little while.

A cold breeze blows your hair and somehow a chill runs through your spine, as you hear the sound of wind chimes dancing along on the front porch of a wooden house. “Do you live in this town? I haven’t seen you before… I mean, I’m kind of new into town though…” he says to you with a smile while lifting the cat on his slender, pale and tattooed hands.

You stand up and say “Oh, uhm...I’ve recently graduated so I came back to my parents’ house to work with them, I used to live here, though”. “Oh, I see! Nice to meet you! My name is Law”, he says while extending his hand to you. You hesitate for a second, but then you say “Nice to meet you Law, I’m Y/n”. You shake hands, and realize how cold his skin is, almost as if he was somehow… dead?.

The encounter is disrupted by your dad, who got worried of you not arriving at home and opened the door to see if you were coming. “Y/n! there you are!. Oh, hello young man!, How are you?”, your father says from the front porch. “Goodnight Mr. Y/sn, everything alright! What about you and your wife?” Law says waving at your dad. “She’s inside a little worried for her pancake, that I see you’ve already met!”, your dad tells him while laughing. “Dad… I’m ok, go inside, I’ll be there in a minute”, you say to him, embarrassed.

“Nice to meet you, Law. Have a good night”, you say petting the little cat. “Have a goodnight too, Y/n-ya. I hope I could see you again”, Law says, giving you a side smirk. You nod and walk away.

You flop onto your bed, tired, exhausted. You close your eyes, total darkness until… his eyes… Those crystal grey eyes are the only thing you can see, and then they turn to yellow. And you wake up with a big gasp to the smell of blood.

“What the fuck was that?”, you say, agitated. An orangey sun ray filters from the windows of your teenage years room and hits directly your face. You block the sun with your arm realizing soon it was already morning and today you start working on your old family farm as a vet.

“Good morning little pancakes!!”, your dad greets you, as well as your little brother. Your mum is cooking those delicious breakfasts you used to have when you were younger and you sit on the table, pleased and filled with your family’s love.

The day passes with you meeting all the animals on the farm, you even have to take care of a wounded horse. “Don’t worry Violet, it’s just a little blood, but your leg will be fine”, you say to a black spotted mare that has been jumping on the field and somehow hurt his leg.

At noon, your childhood best friend sends a text telling you that tonight you two should go to “Shambles Bar'' - the one and only bar that has ever been there since you were born - to have fun since it’s Friday. You agree, not because you were a fan of partying but because you missed those old days before you left for uni.

“Leeeeet’s go party like the old timeeees, babeee” your best friend shouts at you while jumping on your bed. “hahaha stop it, you are going to break the bed!!”. You both laugh, get ready and head out.

You pass next to Law’s house and try to see if he is at home, but it seems as if no one is there. “Oi, do you know Law?” you say pointing with your thumb to his house. “Law?”, your best friend asks confused, and continues, “You mean the vampire guy who lives there?, yeah. Why?”. “Vampire guy? what do you mean?” you ask, half confused, half curious. “Haha, the guys call him like this. I mean, have you seen how pale he is? and those dark circles? He looks like he is dead. Plus no one has seen him during the daytime. Ever. But how do you know him?”, she tells you. “Oh, yesterday, his cat, Bepo, came to me. He was looking for the kitty and we happened to talk”, you tell her with a tone that tries to downplay the topic. “Oh, I see. To be honest I don’t even know what he does for a living so I don’t have any more info. Maybe Luffy or Zoro know him, you can ask them tonight”, she says. “Yeah, maybe”, you say and change the topic.

A few drinks after and you and your friends are already dancing to the sound of country music and the humble light system of the old bar, when the same image of those eyes of your dreams flashes before your eyes and a sudden smell of blood hits your nose. You stand still for a moment, scared. “Babe, what is it?”, asks Nami, one of your friends there. “Uh.. n- nothing”, you say confused and keep dancing.

A few seconds later, someone is touching your shoulder from behind. Your friends stand still for a moment with a subtle scared expression, but the touch of that hand felt warm for you, even as if some type of power was running through all of your body.

“Y/n-ya?”, a well-known voice calls you, and you turn around. There he was, Law, “the vampire guy” as your friends call him. “L-Law?”, you say slowly smiling when you see his pale face. “What a coincidence, huh?. I mean the town is not that big…”, he says, and you finish his sentence with a “yeah, and this is the only bar…”. You both laugh and for some seconds your eyes are fixed onto each other’s.

“Oi, Torao! you wanna drink with us?” says Zoro, inviting Law to our table. “Yeah, thanks, Zoro-ya”, he tells him. You all sit and ask waiter Beca to bring you another round of drinks. Law sits next to you.

Sanji, another friend of yours, asks you “You two already know each other?”. “Kind of”, you say laughing a little blushed. “Y/n-ya met Bepo, first!” Law tells your blond friend, laughing.

An old song you and your friends used to dance as “your song” starts playing on the jukebox and you run to the dance floor. You can’t help but gaze at where Law is just to see if he is watching you dance. And he does, he is looking at you, with a smile on his pretty face. Your cheeks turn to red, but you are way grown up to act like a teenager, and decide to invite him to dance. You are driven somehow to him, you don’t really know why, but you are.

“Law, do you wanna dance?”, you tell him, extending your arm as you were calling him to the dancefloor. “You too guys, come here!!” Nami shouts to your friends.

Law stands up and walks to you. Smiling, he incorporates to the circle and starts dancing. He doesn’t dance well, but you just don’t care, you either after all.

A slow song starts to play, romantic also. Robin, another of your friends, tells you that the song is called “I Hear a Symphony”, and that Law should dance with you. You look at her, widening your eyes trying to tell her to stop, but Law grabs one of your hands and tells you “May I have this dance?”. You giggle a little, I mean why is he talking like a prince?, but then you just let yourself go and accept his offer.

The pale guy puts his other hand over your waist and you two start dancing to that pretty melody. For a moment you feel as if you were dancing into a castle, like in another century.

Interlocking your eyes, you start to think that coming back to your hometown wasn’t that bad and somehow you feel as if everything around you disappears. For an instant you believe to see his eyes change colors, from that crystalline grey to an intense brilliant yellowish color, but this time you don’t get scared. You feel attracted more and more to him, as if something invisible was pulling you towards him.

The touch of his hands feels cold, really cold, just like the first time… “is it because it’s almost winter?”, you think. Law is looking at your lips, neck, and something on his expression shows as if he was willing to devour you. And frankly, you too… you lost yourself looking at his mouth, he has it barely open. He has prominent canines that show through the little space in between his lips, and you remember your friend's words “the vampire guy” ...

The slow music is over, and now pop blasts on the bar. The couples part and you all come back to your table. It’s already 2 am, and you all feel exhausted from working all day - except Law, who seems to be really energetic -.

“Well, my dear friends, I’m not a teenager anymore, I think I’m coming back home now”, you inform your friends, to which some of them reply protesting and the others supporting the motion.

“If you want to, I can walk you home. I mean, we are neighbors”, tells you Law. Something inside you says “oh no darling, you are going fast”, but your mouth simply slips a “Oh, thank you, that’d be fine”.

You grab your coat, and head to the door followed by your deadly crush. None of you two say a word the first few steps. Tonight, is even colder than yesterday, but your cheeks are so red, full of blood that you don’t seem to notice the freezing breeze. “He is going to think I’m desperate, like he is the hottest guy I’ve ever met, but still… calm down Y/N”, you say to yourself, while walking thinking about what to say to break the ice.

“The moon looks pretty tonight, doesn’t it?”, he says to you, timidly. You look up to the sky and contemplate a big full moon with reddish tints on its hue. “Oh, I think it is the eclipse they were talking about on tv last night… the “red moon” ...”, you say, but got interrupted by Law, “Yeah, a “blood moon””. The way he said that, felt almost as threatening, but you look at him, and there he is, smiling at you with a friendly face.

You remember you still don’t know shit about him, so you ask him, “Oi, Nami told me you moved into town a few months ago, what did it bring you here?”. He stops for a moment, looking at the ground, but then sketching out a fake smile he tells you, “I got bored from the city, so I moved into the countryside… but to be honest I came mainly because I heard that pumpkin pies here are delicious”. You look at him, because that sounded like a terrible lie but you chose to believe it and when you were about to ask him about what he does for a living, he interrupts you, “Well, it looks like we are already home”. “Oh, yeah, I haven’t noticed, ha-ha”, you say, a little bit annoyed because you wanted to ask him more questions, but mainly sad because the walk was over.

“So… goodnight”, you say to him while fidgeting back and forth with your feet. “Goodnight…” he says. You are both facing each other, and you nor Law are moving. He got his eyes fixed on your lips, and you wish he would just kiss you.

Slowly, little by little, Law approaches his face to yours, closer, closer, until... he stops himself violently. You get scared, but you don’t move a single muscle. “Why… why you… why do you smell like blood?”, he says gasping.

“W-What?”, you ask him confusedly backing up. “You, you smell like blood… have you… your arm…”, he says, snatching your forearm. Suddenly, you remember this morning, you cured Violet, and some blood got spilled on your forearm but you washed the area and took a bath right before going out. “How did you know?”, you ask him.

He remains silent, trying to calm down. “I’m… I’m sorry I have a really sensitive nose”, he says and continues, “Why don’t you go to sleep, we can talk tomorrow, it’s pretty late now. Goodnight”. He says and runs to his house.

You are left there, and for a moment you just can’t process what just happened. “What the fuck, Law?”, you think. A cold shiver on your back announces to you, you should go back home and go to bed. There was no point in staying there.

You snuggle on your bed, still trying to understand but the exhaustion your body felt wins and you fall asleep. Again, those eyes, the smell of blood, the cold touch, you can see, smell, feel it all… “Y/n! pancake!!! wake up!!!”, you hear your dad shouting at you. You open your eyes violently, “What??? What happened dad??”. “The cattle, some… something attacked them…”, he says horrified. “What?” ...

You get dressed and run to the cowshed. A poor steer lays there, he has been attacked by some kind of animal… with fangs, and the poor thing looks like he has lost some blood. Luckily he was still alive, so you helped him instantly.

“Pancakes, what are those wounds on the neck the animal has?”, your dad asks. “To be honest, dad, I don’t know. It looks like some kind of animal has bitten the steer, but didn’t eat it… it looks like… has drunk some of his blood…”, you say to your dad astonished even more than him. “But, what kind of animal could do such a thing?”, he inquiries. “The only ones that could do it are the Desmodontinae, or vampire bats… but they are not typical in this hemisphere…

The incident quickly spread and everyone in town was talking about it. Luckily the animal recovered in a few hours, as the wounds weren’t that bad.

You can’t stop thinking about Law, and quickly you forget about the animal incident. He has been on your mind all morning, “why did he run away?” ... That afternoon you decide to go see if Law is at home, you really need to ask him about last night… Plus, deep inside you are a little bit annoyed, you wanted him to kiss you…

You ring the bell of the wooden house, but there is no answer. Since the blinds were all shut down, you think that he must be at work.

Suddenly little Bepo appears meowing from the backyard. “Hi Bepo!! Is your daddy at home?”, you ask the little cat while ruffling his head fur. The cat rubs on your leg and then walks back to the backyard, so you decide to follow him.

If Law isn’t at home you could perhaps take a look at his patio. You are curious and he represented a mystery you wanted to decode, really bad.

At first you think you’ve seen someone looking at you from one of the windows of the house, but you thought it was just your imagination. You trespass private property.

The patio showed nothing but a bucket on one of the corners, next to an old mossy bench. You follow Bepo, and as you are approaching the metal pail that has something red inside, your phone rings. “God damn!!”, you jump scared. The phone screen shows an unknown number calling, “That’s weird”, you say and pick up. “Hello?”, “Hi!, Y/n-ya, it’s me, Law. I’m sorry to bother you but I wanted to apologize about last night”. Law… LAW! You realize you are still in his yard so you quickly leave the place and start walking home. “Don’t worry, I guess it must be a little intimidating to be with someone that smells like… blood”, you say. A silence takes the call but then Law simply laughs -again, a fake laugh- and tells you that he will call you later to compensate you for last night. You agree and say goodbye.

You close the door behind you leaning over it, gasping. Your heart races. What if he knows you’ve been stalking his house…? “I’m such a creep”, you say to yourself, and go to your room.

You spend the afternoon in your backyard with your mum, October is about to end so the fall season is at its peak. Maple leaves fall from a big tree next to your porch and garnish the patio with its coppery colors.

That night, your parents and brother were invited to a party in the next town, so they won’t come back until the next day. After a hot meal you go to sleep. You haven’t received any messages from Law yet and you wonder if you should text him or just let him do it first. You finally decide that he should be texting you first, so you snuggle in bed and close your eyes. For the third night in a row, you dream with those eyes, with the smell of blood. But, this time it's so intense that you awake instantly in the middle of the night. “Again?”, you say while brushing your hand over your eyes.

Suddenly you hear something knocking on your window… “Law?!”, you say, gasping. He mimics something similar to an “open please”. Your bed is next to the window so you are still sitting there in your pjs, so you stretch to open the window.

“What are you doing here?”, you ask him while helping him to enter. Law sits on the bed and tells you, whispering “I’m sorry, I was missing you, I really, really needed to see you… plus I told you I wanted to compensate for yesterday”.

A subtle light from the moon illuminates half of your faces, and you are speechless. “So, this is how he plans to compensate for running away last night? He is on my bed… he looks so sexy… damn”, you think. But Law starts acting innocently, and begins to ask you about the trophies on your shelves.

You tell him about how good you were at volleyball when you were in high school, and he tells you that he was too. “Where did you take that picture?”, he asks, pointing to an old photo you had pinned on the cork board. “This one?” you say, and when you grab it the side of the paper cuts your finger softly but enough to make some blood sprout. “Ouch!”, you say and you are about to take your finger to your mouth when Law grabs your wrist violently. “L-Law?!! What are you doing?”, you tell him, scared trying to unfasten from his hand. Law doesn’t speak, he starts to tremble, he is breathing fast, he is squeezing your wrist.

“Let me go, Law!” you say, but he doesn’t hear. He is somehow focused on perhaps staying still, trying to avoid something. He suddenly looks at you, his expression resembles a beast, beads of sweat run through his temples. His eyes change from grey to a bright yellow, his pupils dilate. His prominent canines are now true fangs.

Law is salivating, his veins are now visible on his forehead, you can see how his blood pumps faster. You can’t understand what the hell is going on, but for some reason you don’t scream. You concentrate on his eyes, you are able to see a remaining humanity in them, so you are far from scared.

He lets go of your hand, and kneels on the floor. Law is panting soundly; he is fighting against himself. “Calm down”, you say to him. He looks up to you, with tears in his eyes, still emitting guttural sounds. He is surprised to see how your face doesn’t show terror, nor contempt. You don’t know why, but you are even more attracted to him, dangerously attracted. You were willing to let him drink your blood if he wanted to…

With a smirk on your face, you say to him, “Blood is what you want, huh?”. He opens his mouth, and a pair of sharp fangs are shown. He shakes his head, he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he needs you. “I trust you; I know you won’t hurt me. You can drink from me”, you offer him. You know he is able to stop, and somehow everything makes sense. The poor animal this morning, he has just drunk a little blood but didn’t inflict mortal wounds to it. If he was that considerate to an animal, he will probably be with you too. -Or that is what you wanted to believe-.

He swallows, and still trembles and without any warning he pounces on you. Your back hits your bed and he's over you. He fixes his eyes on yours and asks you, "are you sure about this?". "Uhum", you nod. You are so desperate for him, that you probably consider yourself a beast more than him.

Law buries his fingers on your cheeks, and violently moves your head to the side, exposing your neck. You feel a few drops of saliva that falls into your skin from his mouth, and see how he approaches your neck.

He bites you, but even if it hurts, he is drinking your blood from your carotid so subtly, so carefully. A few seconds later, he stops. Some of your warm blood runs from the wound onto your bed.

"T-Thank you…" he says, planting a soft kiss over the little holes on your skin, caressing your hair. "You are welcome", you say, almost naturally as if being bitten by some kind of beast was something you always do.

But suddenly, you start to experience some kind of pressure on your chest, and breathing becomes difficult. Your eyes roll back, and you feel different. You look at him, trying to understand what is going on, and he simply brushes his tattooed hands over your face. "Don't worry, it's normal. You are not going to turn into… me. But, a little bit of me runs through your veins now…". He says, brushing his hand over his mouth trying to clean the mess your vital fluid has left on his lips.

You are not worried about becoming into a vampire or whatever the hell he is, but because you are experiencing a strong need to touch him, to kiss him, to fuck him. "Kiss me", you command him.

He looks at you, still settled over your body and your lips meet. His tongue invades your mouth, and you can taste the metallic rests of your blood on his mouth.

Without separating your mouths helps you take off your white -blood stained- shirt and then you do the same with him. His torso shows a big design inked on his skin, and a few wounds.

His fangs subtly scrape your skin, from your neck, to your chest, lower through your stomach. He spreads your legs with his strong arms, and softly but enough to leave some marks, bites the skin of your inner thighs. The feeling of those fangs softly ripping the first layers of your skin made yourself squirm in pleasure.

His yellow eyes fix on yours, and now he is devouring your sex. You throw your head back and surrender to his skilled tongue movements. What follows next is an extremely hard pounding session, that leaves you trembling, exhausted, sore… but satisfied.

Since then, every night you let him slowly drink you up, drop by drop, giving to him a bit of your life every time. Your eyes slowly changed colors, first a little patch of yellow, then half of your right iris…

A deadly, dangerous attraction, that won’t last forever… or maybe, if you decide to let everything aside and turn into a full vampire like him… who knows? maybe your obsessive love for him would end up changing your life… forever. ♥

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wonder-kid-pugh · 3 years

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Coming Home for Christmas - (Mal Pugh x reader)

Mal loved Christmas

It was without a doubt her favourite time of the year. Every year it felt like she was 6 years old again as her excitement grew with each passing day getting closer and closer to Christmas. She just loved everything about it. The playing in the snow. Spending time with the family. Belting out the lyrics to Christmas songs. Drinking hot chocolate while snuggling up in front of the fire.

But what really made Christmas special was the people she spent it with.

One of the few downsides of being a professional soccer player is the lack of time. She spent so much of the year away from family and always training whether it be for club or the national team meant she didn't get to see her family as much as she would have liked. Not to say she regretted any of it. It was the one of the few sacrifices of being on one of the best teams in the world. No, what she regretted was the lack of time. She regretted how time seemed to slip by so easily. It just seemed to slip through her hands. She could do nothing but watch as it helpless slipped away.

But that's what made the holidays even better. She cherished the time she got to spend surrounded by her family and friends. It just made the holidays just so special no matter how stressful it was at times.

It was also a constant reminder of her relationship.

Y/n L/n has been in Mal's life since she was 6 years old. She has been there through the highs and lows of her life and her career. They had done practically everything together. Growing up she attended every single one of Mal's games and whenever she needed someone to help her practice Y/n was always there to fill whatever position was required. Y/n was Mal's first call after getting called up the National Team and you better believe your ass that Y/n was there in the front row cheering her on when she made her debut. It was only after Y/n surprised her at the game did she realised that she had fallen for her best friend.

Mallory had fallen and had fallen hard

So you can only imagine her delight when on Christmas Day 2017 after both being caught under the mistletoe together Y/n kissed her confessing how she's been harbouring feelings for the forward for a while now. Mal was so dazed by what was happening that she could only stare shocked at the poor girl leading her to believe she didn't feel the same. It was only when the girl started to stumble over her words apologizing profusely for her actions did Mal regain her senses and pull her back into a gentle kiss.

And that was the beginning of their relationship.

It also didn't hurt that it was the same day a year later that they told each other that they loved each other. Christmas for Mal was her favourite time of year for all those reasons. I mean how could you possibly hate Christmas after all that? She had everything she needed. But this year it was slightly different. She had the snow, she had the carols, she had the presents. She even had family.

But she didn't have Y/n.

See while Mal decided to join the Bruins and eventually The Spirit, Y/n enlisted in the Army. Ever since she was younger all she wanted to do was help people. She wanted to make people's lives better. She wanted to do some good in the world. So she became a medic for the Army. Running into battle to help the people who help serve and protect their country. And although it was tough they preserved. Y/n's selflessness was one of the reason she fell in love with her and as much as she hated being away from her, Mal knew that she couldn't stop Y/n from doing what she wanted to do and that was to help people.

She missed her girlfriend. But Mal knew that it wouldn't be for much longer. Y/n promised she would be here for Christmas. It was their holiday. She would never miss such and important day for the two of them. And she never breaks her promises. Which is why Mal as happy as could be answered the facetime request immediately after seeing her girlfriend's name flash on the screen.

She immediately stopped everything she was doing and smiled as she answered the facetime request. She practically squealed when she saw the image of her girlfriend who's been away from her for over a year now, "Hey Babe!" But her smile faltered when she saw Y/n give her a weak smile in return, "Hey Love". Mal scrunched up her eyebrows, "What's wrong?" Y/n sighed and bites the corner of her lip as she stares back at her long term girlfriend.

Immediately Mal knows something is wrong. Mal has known her girlfriend long enough to know that her has a habit of biting the corner of her lip when she's nervous about something.

Or something has gone terribly wrong

"What's wrong?" Mal asks as she frowns lightly at the screen. Y/n's shoulders slumped as she released a big sigh dragging her hand down her face. This did nothing to ease Mal's nerves, "Y/n?" Y/n looked sadly at the Mal as she wanted nothing more than to hug her in this moment after the disaster of a day she had today, "There was an attack on the base...".

Mal's eyes widen, "Oh my god! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She quickly shakes her head, "No! No I'm fine. Everyone's fine. A few bumps and bruises but nothing we can't handle". Mal could see Y/n look down no doubt playing with her fingers before she looked back up at her sadly, "The plane on base that was planning on bringing us home was damaged in the attack". Mal's breath hitched as Y/n continued, "It was the only plane on base at the moment and there's a storm incoming and they don't think they can get a plane here in time before it hits".

"What does that mean?" Mal asked her voice dropping to a whisper. She tried to look anywhere else but her y/e/c met Mal's brown orbs lacking their usual sparkle, "I don't think I'm going to be home for Christmas".

It was that moment that Y/n wished nothing more than to tell her it was a terrible joke. She could feel her heart break as she watched as Mal's face dropped. The smile that never failed to light up a room disappeared in a second.

And the worst of it all was the fact that there was hundreds of miles in between them stopping her from comforting the love of her life.

"I'm really sorry Love. But because of the storm they can't get another plane to get us home. And it means that they're short on medics so they need me to stay until they can get someone to replace me. I swear Mal if there was a way-" she tried to soften the blow as if it would relieve the forward in some way.

Mal could see how distraught the medic was at telling her the devastating news. She knew that she would rather give her left arm than miss Christmas at home. She knew that she was trying her best to seem okay for her because as much as Mal hated the idea of not being together for Christmas.

She knew that Y/n hated it more

"Babe?" Mal says stopping Y/n from her ramble before she went into a downward spiral. She tries to put on her most convincing smile as she looks at her through the camera, "Y/n it's okay. I-its okay really. There's nothing you can do about it. It's just really unfortunate timing". Her face softens as she looks at me sadly, "You know I'm going to do everything in my power to get back home to you as soon as possible right?" Mal smiles lightly, "I know".

It looked like she wanted to say more before her name was called sounding very urgent, "Shit Love I'm really sorry I have to go. His condition just dropped-". But I shake my head, "It's okay go save a life". She snorted at the saying her girlfriend had taken to telling her everytime she had to go away. She quickly kissed her hand putting it to the camera before quietly whispering, "I love you superstar". I smile at her softly, "I love you too Hero". She gave me one last smile before the call disconnected.

Mal sighed as she dropped her phone burying her head in her hands. The most important holiday of the year and she's missing the most important person in her life. Mal loved Christmas.

But this Christmas already seemed off to a bad start.

............

"Is everything okay Mal Pew Pew?" Sonnet asks as she dropped into the seat across from the sombre forward. Everyone noticed that the forward's mood had dropped significantly since the day before. Everyone knew how excited she got at Christmas. The already happy going forward just seemed to shine even brighter at Christmas.

So what happened between yesterday and now that made the forward do a complete 180?

"Yeah what's up? There's been something off with you since yesterday" Lindsey adds as the rest of the team listened in on the conversation. Mal just checks her phone once more only to see that there is still no new message from Y/n. The forward sighs as she runs her hand through her hair, "Y/n's base was attacked".

Everyone's eyes widen as they look at the younger player. "What? Is she okay?" Rose asks sitting up. Mal nods, "Yeah she's okay but she won't be home for Christmas". Everyone was silence. They all knew how important Christmas was for Mal and Y/n. They saw how much the two loved each other. They were the light of each others lives. And they knew how devastated they must be being away from each other at such an important time of the year.

"Awe we're sorry Mal" Christen says as she drops into the space beside the forward with Tobin right beside her as always. Mal shrugs trying to play it off, "It's okay. There's nothing we can do about it. Just really unfortunate timing". Nobody says anything knowing that nothing could make up for the loss of a love one on the holidays. All Christen did was pull the younger forward into a hug.

After all the hell that was the Corona Virus the team decided to hold a massive team celebration for the holidays. All the player's families were all going to join at the end of camp and all spend Christmas together. And while Mal was grateful she would be surrounded by so much friends and family, nothing could replace Y/n being there.

If only she knew how much Y/n was busting her ass trying to get home to her....

...........

Y/n stood back straight hands behind her back as the general looked her over. He eyed one of his top medic up and down, "Are you sure this is what you want?" But all she did was nod respectfully, "Yessir". Even though he look a bit reluctant he nodded nonetheless, "Although I don't like it". Y/n tensed up before he continued, "I respect your decision and understand why you want to". Y/n relaxed the tiniest bit as she nodded at her superior, "Thank you sir". He starts to nod before he starts filling out some paperwork, "Go pack your bags".

Y/n scrunched her face lightly, "Sorry sir? I don't understand". He just glances up at me with a small grin, "You have a plane to catch". He looks back down going back to writing, "You better hurry. The planes going to be here soon and you need to leave soon to beat the storm". You couldn't stop the smile spreading across the young medic's face, "Thank you sir. For everything". He looks up from his paperwork, "Go home to your girl L/n". Y/n gave him one last salute before rushing out to go pack her bags. The General shook his head with a small smile. Although he hated losing his best medic he knew that where she needed to be was home.

It was the best news she had ever heard. They were somehow able to scramble a nearby charter plane to bring some troops home. Y/n being one of them. Within 15 minutes Y/n had all her belongings packed and was running towards the plane which was scheduled to lift off in 2 minutes. She had just make it into the plane as they were about to lift off. As she had got on the plane she took out the small Polaroid picture of her and Mal. She smiles as she ran her thumb over the creased photo showing just how many times she had taken this photo out. She quickly placed a gentle kiss to the precious photo before tucking it away again and instead swapping it out for her phone.

It was a long flight home but it was okay because Y/n had some major stuff to plan and it would all be worth it in the end to be able to see Mal on Christmas Day.

............

"Christ" Y/n mutters as she pulls her jacket closer to her. Being away from home for so long she almost forgot how cold it was in her home state. However the cold Colorado weather did nothing to deter the medic though as she felt a wave of warmth flood through her as she knew she was so close to seeing her family again. She was close to seeing her Mal again.

Although it seemed like the world was against her today.

It was hard enough for Y/n to find a taxi to drive her to where she needs to be. She blamed it on the heavy snow falling and the fact that most people were probably at home, all bundled up in blankets surrounded by their loved ones enjoying one of the best holidays of the year.

Exactly where Y/n should be right now

Thankfully her prayers were answered as one car pulled over and allowed her in. She quickly told the driver where she was heading before slumping against the seat. They were driving comfortably for a while and Y/n struggled to sit still in the seat.

That was until she faced her next problem

"Shit.." the driver mutters quietly but Y/n was able to hear him over the popular Christmas songs playing quietly from the radio. Y/n leans forward, "What's wrong? Why are we stopped?" The driver gave her a sympathetic, "Sorry but the snow's too heavy and is blocking the roads causing traffic. It pretty much bumper to bumper right now". Y/n sighs as he turns to her fully obviously seeing how important it was for her to get where she needs to be.

Y/n flops back against the seats, "Fuck..."

.............

"Okay time to hand out presents!" Vlatko calls out to all the families scattered around the room. Mal grudgingly gets up from playing with Marley who had been doing well from distracting the girl from missing Y/n right now to now sit beside her sister as everyone moved to the Christmas tree they had set up.

Brianna who could see how much Mal was struggling to get into the Christmas spirit without Y/n present, "You okay?" Mal plasters on a fake smile even though she knows that her sister knows just how fake it is, "I will be". Brianna doesn't say anything and instead turns to her daughter who looks at her aunt confused tilting her head, "I think Aunt Mally needs a hug right now. Don't you think Marls?"

The small girl smile and jumps into her aunt's arms never one to deny a hug. Mal chuckles lightly as she hugs the small girl back, "Thanks Marls". Marley smiles brightly as she turns so she's sitting in Mal's lap as she starts to fiddle with the forward's fingers to keep her occupied.

Mal sat and watched as people one by one exchanged gifts which lifted her spirits the tiniest bit. The team had made it their mission to help their crestfallen teammate. They had done everything and anything which came with the perfect Christmas. They had baked cookies, made gingerbread houses, sang Christmas carols, built snowmen, everything. Which Mal appreciated very much as it relieved the ache in her heart slightly.

And before she knew it, it was her turn to pick presents. "Want to help me open my presents?" Mal asked the little girl in her lap who nodded enthusiastically. But just as they started tearing into the first present the door burst open.

Mal's face scrunched up as she heard her teammates gasp looking at something behind her. She shifts around turning to see how has her teammates attention. But her eyes widened as she saw who stood behind her staring straight at her.

Because there stood Y/n L/n

Brianna was the first to recover as she moved her daughter out of her sisters lap and into hers. At this Mal scrambled to her feet and ran into Y/n who had her arms open waiting for her. "Your here" Mal cried out into her shoulder as she clutched onto her for dear life, "your really here".

Y/n had never felt more complete in her life as she wrapped her arms around the girl she so desperately loved, "I'm here Love. I'm home". Hearing this Mal pulled back and kissed Y/n harder than she ever had before. In any other moment they would have been mindful that they were in a room filled with the family and friends but all that mattered in that moment was each other. After being away from each other for just over a year, all they cared about was that they were back in each others arms.

Once they separated Mal looked into Y/n's eyes as both their eyes started to water, "But how? I thought-you said you couldn't-". Mal just couldn't get the words out but Y/n chuckled, "Did you really think I wouldn't move heaven and earth to make it back to you for Christmas?" Mal laughs but as she wrapped her hand around her neck and Y/n held her face in her hands she flinched lightly, "Why are you so cold?"

Y/n looked a bit sheepish as she gave her a small smile and her cheeks flushed but Mal could tell whether it was from the cold or her question, "Well I was in a rush and I didn't get time to change. And then we got stuck in traffic and then the taxi broke down. So I kinda ended up running here".

Mal pulled back a bit shocked, "You ran here? Babe it's snowing outside!" "Oh trust me I know" Y/n laughed making her girlfriend shake her head at her in disbelief. "Beside" Y/n grinned, "it's not the first time I ran through a snow storm to tell you I loved you". Mal smiles at the memory of how when they first said that special 4 letter word with Y/n almost killing herself in the process as she ran through a snowstorm to Mal's house to tell her before Mal could even get a blanket around her to warm her up.

"Your so stupid" Mal mumbles as she brushes from snow out of Y/n's hair. But that doesn't stop the massive face splitting smile from spreading across Y/n's face, "I love you too". Mal smiles as she presses another kiss to her girlfriend's lips, "I love you more than anything in the world".

Mal took her girlfriend's hand and dragged her towards their friends and family, "Cmon let's get you warmed up". But they didn't make it far before something collided with Y/n's legs, "Y/n!" Y/n smiles as she picked up the small girl in her arms, "Hey Marls". The small girl tucked herself into the crook of Y/n's neck and she wrapped her arms around her neck in a tight hug, "I missed you". Y/n just kissed her head and hugged her back gently, "I missed you too Marley". "Not as much as me" Mal said quietly leaning into the medic's side causing her to wrap her arm around the soccer player.

After greeting her family and friends from her long time abroad she found her place right beside Mal as they resumed opening Mal's presents. The two were making sure that they were always touching in some sort of way as Marley help the two open Mal's presents. Once Mal opened her last present Y/n gave her a small smile, "I'm sorry I don't have a present for you..." But Mal simple shakes her head intertwining their fingers, "The greatest gift I could ever receive is having you home for Christmas".

Y/n smile brightly, "Well that's good because..." Mal frowns as Y/n detaches theirs and stands up in front of her for a second. But that all changes when Y/n bends onto her knee.

There was a pin drop silence as everyone watched in awe as Y/n pulled out a small box smiling at the forward who's eyes started to water once more with her hand clasped tightly in front of her mouth.

"Mallory Pugh" she starts, "you have been an essential part of my life since I was 6 years old. I couldn't possibly imagine my life without you there. Through the highs and lows, through the best and worst of times we have been there for each other. And the thought of not being home for Christmas with you made me realize something". She takes a deep breath as she sees tears stream down Mal's face, "I don't ever want to worry about missing another Christmas with you. I want to be home for every Christmas for the rest of our lives. I want to be there cheering you on at every match. I want to be the one you come home to and argue about with one of us do the dishes". Everyone laughs while Mal snorts remembering all the playfully arguements they have over who's turn it is to do the dishes only to end up doing them together in the end.

"I want to start a family with you. I want to give you all the things I promised you if you'll let me. So..". She opened the small box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring, "Will you, Mallory Diane Pugh, make me the happiest person alive and marry me?"

Mal doesn't even say anything and instead flings herself into Y/n's arms. The force of which sends the two of them toppling to the ground. But Y/n barely had anytime to recover as Mal smashed her lips against hers. They were vaguely aware that everyone else was cheering like mad for the young couple. When Mal finally broke the kiss, the two of them gasping for air, Mal nods frantically, "Yes. Yes! I will marry you". Y/n smiled before bringing her into another kiss.

As Y/n lifted them up off the ground they were immediately swarmed by their family. "It's about time!" Horace laughs as he hugs Y/n. Mal's eyes widen, "You knew?!" He shrugged sending a wink at the medic, "She's had our blessing since you were 18". Mal looked at Y/n who blushed, "I asked ages ago but I wanted to wait a little longer until we were both stable". Mal nods and interlocks their fingers kissing her cheek.

"So how long do we have you for?" Rose asked after looking at the ring perched on her friend's finger. Mal's smile falters slightly as she looks to her now fiancée. But Y/n smiles brightly down at her soon to be wife, "How about forever?"

Now this catches everyone's attention

"What?" Mal breathes out. Y/n smiles, "As of today I have been honourably discharged from service". Mal jumps up again wrapping her arms and legs around her, "Your staying?" Y/n nods kissing Mal's temple, "Forever Love. I'm staying forever".

Once again everyone smiles the young couple as Vlatko smiles, "I guess now is a good time to introduce our teams new addition to the medical staff". Everyone turns to Y/n who smiles. All the youngsters plus Kelley jump on top of Y/n and start cheering. "I'll also be taking over diets and fitness training alongside Dawn so I don't know if you'll be cheering for much longer" Y/n laughs.

Once everything gets back on track, Mal takes residences in Y/n's lap as they move onto Tobin's gifts. "I love you so much Superstar" Y/n whispers in Mal's ear as Tobin unwraps a new skateboard from Ash. "I love you too Hero" she whispers back. Y/n presses a kiss to Mal's shoulder as she wraps her arms around the smaller girls waist. This had to have been the happiest moment of their life so far. Nothing could top this not even winning a World Cup. But what did you expect.

They both loved each other more than they love Christmas

Hey guys!!! First off Merry Christmas or happy holidays!!! (Whichever). I wrote this a few days ago in the build up to Christmas and I hoped you enjoyed it. Christmas has always been a special time for me so I hope this brought you a little joy whether you celebrate the holiday or not. Even though it's been quite strange this year I hope you enjoy the day and get to spend it with the people you love. Anyways I hope you enjoyed. Once again Merry Christmas and until next time, bye!!!

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isthisthingeven0n · 3 years

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coping mechanisms : a.h

everyone has their ways of coping with traumatic events, but it’s finally time you faced yours. (2.5K)

m y e t s y s h o p

also pls don’t steal my work or share it without crediting, it takes a lot of time and effort to write these!

Sitting on the jet, you were abnormally quiet. Usually, the team couldn’t get you and Spencer to stop talking about anything and everything. Yet today, a strange silence loomed over you as Spencer rambled on about statistics, whilst Hotch tried to catch gaze from across the table that everyone besides you noticed.

“You know, based on Greek mythology, Ares is the God of War, son of Hera and Zeus and is one of the twelve Olympians. He’s also the equivalent of Mars in Roman mythology.” Spencer finishes his explanation with a small smile towards the team as your eyes remain fixated on the case file in front of you, something that didn’t go amiss by Hotch.

“So, this unsub thinks of himself as a God?” JJ questions as she scrolls through the various photos on her tablet of the nine victims so far.

“Each one has a new symbol on them, you see, on their wrists?” You finally speak up to everyone’s surprise. “Spence, are these symbols correlating to the other eleven Olympians?” You ask, focusing on your best friends gaze as his smile meets his eyes.

Taking in all of the images, Spencer nods. “It looks that way, but this one here, the sun which would symbolise Apollo, the God of archery, music, dance, healing diseases, truth and prophecy, and more recognisably sun and light. But it isn’t quite complete, looks as if the unsub was interrupted.” Spencer explains, watching as your interest quickly declines, and you lean back into your seat.

“Maybe there will be some security footage outside of the bar leading toward the alleyway the victim was found.” Hotch states, closing his case file as the jet begins to descend. “Morgan, I want you and JJ to go to the ME’s office, see if the symbols all correlate and any other marks that may be on the victims. Rossi, you and Reid go to the crime scene where Olivia Collins was found, see if anyone in the area saw anything. Y/n, you and I will go to the station.” Hotch tries to see if you’ll even focus on him, but you’ve retreated into yourself, shut down.

Eventually, you nod along with everyone else, unaware of the concern etched in Hotch’s hardened expression as you close your eyes, rubbing your temple as you lean against the window.

“Agent Hotchner?” A man walks over to you and Hotch, holding his hand out. “Officer Richards, a pleasure to meet you.”

“This is SSA Y/L/N, where would you like us to set up?” Hotch asks as you follow behind him to a free room, passing the blur of noise of phone calls and officers talking. “Y/n?” Hotch calls out your name, snapping out of your daze.

“Sorry,” You apologise, feeling the heat rising through your cheeks as Hotch hums to himself.

“Is something wrong, Y/n?” Hotch questions as he sits down beside you in the private office, his hands resting on the table. “If there is, you can tell me, especially if it affects your ability to work on the case.” Hotch tells you, his voice softer as your eyes grow heavy once more as you hide your hands in your lap.

“I don’t know Hotch,” You sigh. “and that’s the issue.”

Rising to his feet, Hotch closes the door to the room, shutting out the noise from the rest of the station as he returns to his seat beside you. “You didn’t sleep last night, did you? You seemed jittery on the jet.” Hotch states, not even needing you to agree with him.

“I just,” You struggle to form the correct words as you focus on your boss who looks back at you with a gentle expression. “I’m not feeling like myself, Hotch. And I just, I don’t know what to do about it anymore.”

Silence falls over you both as you play with the hem of your shirt, not wanting to face your bosses reaction. “Is it related to Utah?” Hotch watches as you tense at the mention of it. “If it is, you’re still entitled to see someone about it, Y/n.”

“But it was months ago, Hotch.” You comment quickly. “I should be over it, I moved on, I got better.” You explain. “So why is it now coming back to haunt me?” You exhale deeply.

“What happened to you in Utah isn’t something you can just walk away from, Y/n. You were captured and beaten, held at gunpoint in front of all of us to watch.” Hotch pauses as tears form in your eyes, one escaping as it glides across your cheek.

It was a sight Hotch will never be able to forget. He was the first one to find you in that building as you lay on the ground too weak to move. You were muttering nonsense as you screamed in pain when he tried to help you to your feet.

You were gone for three weeks, and in that time you were filmed being tortured and threatened to be killed whilst your team watched on a live stream. Hotch had never felt so useless since Hayley had died, and he didn’t dare want to risk losing you too, even if he had never said anything about how he felt.

“I know, I just want to forget about it.” You admit, wiping your eyes quickly with the cuff of your sleeve. “I have to.” You forcefully state before reaching over for the case files, but Hotch places his hand on the file, stopping you from taking it.

“Y/n,” Hotch starts with his authoritative tone. “you need to speak to someone when the case is over, and that’s an order.”

“I will, Hotch.” You force a small smile, taking the file and delving in deeper to the evidence that’s been collected so far.

“I’m saying that as your boss, and, and as a friend, okay?” Hotch adds softly, witnessing your forced smile soften into something genuine, even if it were for a split second, it returned.

You were getting closer, four more bodies had been found with the symbols of Hermes, Ares, Posideon and Hades carved into their wrists.

“What if the unsub knows we’re onto him? And this is his endgame now?” JJ suggests.

“But he hasn’t finished all twelve.” You state bluntly, ignoring the look on JJ’s face as you rise to your feet and look over the victim pool once more.

“Maybe that doesn’t matter to him.” Hotch comments, stepping toward you as he stands by your side, his back turned to everyone else. “Keep level, Y/L/N.” He mutters to you, a shudder going through your body as Hotch averts his attention back to the rest of the team. “Each of his victims has been associated in some way with each Olympian. Maybe he doesn’t have all twelve in the first place.”

“He’s halfway through the twelve though, why stop now?” Emily speaks up as Garcia interrupts and appears on the screen.

“Good afternoon my favourite crime fighters. I’ve discovered something that I think might help with your suspect pool.” Garcia states brightly. “It looks as if the victims were all part of the same after school club in High School. All from different friend groups and societies, but they all attended the Greek mythology club at Preston State.”

“How many others were involved in this group, baby girl?” Morgan asks, leaning forward as you listen to the sound of Garcia typing becoming further and further away.

“Four others. There’s Hayden Lewis who is currently serving seven months in jail for possession of drugs, Jordan Littlewood, she moved upstate to Michigan last year, Elise Harding and oh,” Garcia pauses, and you zone back into the room as you reach for the back of a chair to support yourself on.

“What?” JJ enquiries as Penelope pushes her glasses back up her nose, focusing on the camera.

“When the group was in school, there was a fire in the same block that the club was held in. It says that six students and one teacher were killed in the accident, including Greek mythology club member, Timothy Cardel.” Garcia sadly sighs.

“What time of day did the fire occur Garcia?” Spencer leans forward in his chair, and you can see the cogs whirring behind his eyes.

“Erm,” Garcia hums to herself until she clicks on something. “3:35 pm on a Tuesday.”

“What’re you thinking, Reid?” Hotch focuses on Spencer as you take a seat, catching Hotches eye for a split second before Spencer starts to explain his thought process.

“Most school clubs happen after school, meaning there’s a high possibility the Greek mythology club was held on a Tuesday after school, and all the members were there when the fire happened. If school finishes at 3, then they would’ve all been in that building when the fire started.” Spencer explains, and you nod along.

“Meaning Timothy got left behind.” You state coldly, all eyes turning to you.

“I think we’re ready to deliver the profile,” Hotch announces as he rises to his feet, the rest of you following suit.

Fastening the velcro around your vest, you place your gun into its holster, unaware of Hotch hovering by the doorway as you exit.

“Y/n,” Catching you by surprise, you jump before glaring to Hotch. “sorry,” He tries to sound sincere, but a small smile creeps into his face as you relax beside him. “are you sure you want to do this? It might be best if you stay at the station.” Hotch suggests in a low tone.

“No,” You respond too quickly. “I, I want to come. I’m fine, really.” You add, nodding to yourself as you walk on, but Hotch reaches for your arm, pulling you back.

Your eyes focus on his hand resting on your arm, and quickly Hotch removes his hand from your arm. “I just don’t want you getting hurt.” He tells you sincerely, something you’ve heard countless times, but something about this seems different. No one else in the team is around, they’re all outside waiting for you both.

“I won’t.” You mutter in response, moving aside from Hotch as you exit the building, thankful for some fresh air as your vest is starting to feel constrictive.

Upon arriving at the unsubs house, you’re already feeling the humidity getting to you worse than it had been the entire time you’d been in the city. Spencer joked when the jet landed that you’ll get used to it, that fewer layers were key and Garcia would’ve loved a chance to see Morgan in fewer layers; but this was far from pleasant.

As you all filed out, guns at the ready Morgan followed behind Hotch whilst you’re on the tail end of the team.

You were unintentionally squinting as you listen to the sound of Morgan kicking the front door in as Hotch’s firm voice fills your ears.

“Y/n?” Snapping out from the blurred house, three versions of Spencer takes over your peripheral. “Hey, let’s sit down, okay?” Spencer speaks quietly, delicately as he reaches out to take a hold of your arm, but you jolt away.

“Get off me.” You snap, walking past him as your vision only worsens and the humidity seeps through your clothing, itching your skin as each step feels weighted until you reach the steps of the house.

Hotch emerges behind JJ and Morgan as they hold the unsub, passing you quickly, hiding their concerned looks.

“Y/L/N?” Hotch steps closer, capturing a glimpse of panic in your eyes just as you pass out as your head hits the pavement.

Cold coffee and stale doughnuts. The well worn in fabric beneath you had a spring sticking out, jabbing against your left thigh. You were back in the station. But what was more surprising was the hushed sound of a conversation ending between two of your colleagues whilst your eyes remained closed.

“Do you think you’ll ever tell her?” Rossi mutters as he averts his gaze from your ‘sleeping’ form to Hotch, who is unable to take his eyes from you for a single second.

“I’m not sure, Dave.” Hotch admits, wanting to reach out and brush the stray hairs out of your face, but he doesn’t want to risk waking you up, not yet at least. “Maybe someday, but not today.”

Rossi tuts to himself. “You’re letting all the good ones slip out of your grasp, Aaron,” Rossi comments. “and you know how much Jack loves her.”

The mention of Jack causes your heart to swell, and it takes everything for you to not smile as you gain consciousness.

“He’s not the only one,” Hotch adds, just as a yawn escapes your lips and you begin to open your eyes.

“Hey sleeping beauty,” Rossi speaks up, rising to his feet whilst Hotch stays glued to his chair beside you.

Slowly, you try to sit upright but Hotch leans forward, his hands hovering over your shoulders. “I’d just stay lying for a while if I were you.” Hotch suggests as you nod along, forcing yourself back down.

“I’ll go check on the others, let them know you’re alright.” Rossi excuses himself, leaving a heavy silence over you and Hotch.

“Are you ready to talk about what happened?” Hotch asks, his stern gaze concentrated on the exhaustion in yours.

“No time like the present.” You force a laugh, ignoring Hotch’s prior suggestion and sit upright as a slight pang crosses your temples. “I’m going to take some leave when we get back to Quantico.” You tell Hotch, watching as he nods.

“I think it’s for the best, Y/L/N.” He responds, catching the sight of your leg bouncing for a moment before you rest your hand on your thigh, forcing it to remain still.

“I know I’m due for a lecture, and a debriefing about the mission,” You hold back the urge to sigh, but Hotch beats you to it as a heavy sigh leaves his lips, causing you to smile.

The sight of a smile crossing your face is too contagious at the moment between you both. “We can talk more when we’re back. For now, I think it’s best if we just got you home in one piece.” Hotch stands up and hovers beside you, his arm extended as you gratefully accept.

“Thanks, Hotch.” You smile softly up to him as you exit the sheriff's office and near the rest of your team.

After a series of short questions, you’re all heading towards the jet.

“I couldn’t be happier to go home.” JJ sighs as she rests her head in her hand, looking out at the city as you near the airport.

Sitting beside Hotch in the passenger seat, your eyes glance over to him. “Me too,” You reply, a smile gracing your lips, knowing there’s more yet to be discussed with Hotch, including what he said before you fully woke up. “me too.”

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taiko-cat · 2 years

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hoppip 1 | BNHA x Reader

The first exams were easy. Science, maths, literature, history; you could handle that. After all, your mind was more or less a computer that could keep files in it with all the information you would ever need. You finished first, and you were proud about it. Maybe a little too proud. Because cockiness found its way onto your face in a gleaming smile as you marched to the front desk to turn in your tests each time.

Unfortunately, no one was actually allowed out of the premises until everyone was done, but you were ushered into a separate room to wait. It was nowhere as big as the auditorium was, so you assumed this was one of several post exam spaces to wait. An hour passed, filled with bored pouts and endless scrolling of your phone, and the first person came in. He looked pretty confident about the written exam, and when his blue eyes glossed over you, he smirked.

“So you’re the superstar huh?”

You blink. “I am a super star, that’s for sure. How do you think you did?”

He shrugs, tossing a tuft of his blonde hair out of his eyes. “As well as anyone else, I suppose. Got some sort of memorization quirk?”

“Hmm… Kind of? That’s part of it at least. What about you? Or are you just super smart?”

The boy chuckles, flattered. “I’m just a brainiac, what can I say? Hey, are you trying out for one of the business classes? Maybe support gear? Because I wouldn’t deny some help when I become a famous hero.”

Your eyes shine into his. “Woah, you’re gonna be a hero too? Let’s be cool heroes together! We’ll smash the heck outta villains and save the heck outta innocents!” you declare. “Although,” you say, face falling as you dip into thought. “Can anyone be declared innocent? Maybe victims is a better word. Anyway.”

He smiles and raises an eyebrow. “Gonna move on from that so quickly?” You nod. “Then I suppose let’s continue. What’s your quirk, anyway?”

“I call it… Drumroll please…” you stall. “I guess I don’t have a name for it. I basically make little creatures based on a really specific design that I have to memorise! Since they’re living, I basically take parts of my own health to create them.”

He hums. “I see. Then, it’ll be hard for me to use you,” he laments, sighing. The eager curiosity in your eyes feeds his ego. “I can copy quirks.”

He puts a hand on your wrist and thinks for a moment before conjuring up what looks like a water bottle. Then, the image fizzles out and disappears.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you don’t have the specific blueprints. It just shows up as an illusion in the light, then poof!”

“Then poof,” he confirms, furrowing his eyebrows. “Well, I suppose I oughta see you up in the ranks. You’ll see me there as well, of course. Look for the name Neito Monoma.” He offers a hand.

You take his hand and shake it firmly, smiling. “[Y/N] [L/N]. Maybe we’ll see each other at the practical exams,” you mention.

Monoma nods. “I’m sure. Just in case, let’s trade phone numbers.”

You turn on your phone and tap away, getting into the new contacts section. You trade phones and type in your numbers, and you’re happy to have made a friend already.

The next person to come through the doors from the written exam is far from friend material, though. He glares at the two of you before storming off to a chair and putting his attention towards his phone.

You shiver. “Anyway, where did you go to junior high?”

For the remaining few hours, you talk with Monoma and learn more about him. He’s plenty nice, and pretty optimistic. Not even for a moment does it sound like he’s uncertain of anything he says. There’s a part of you that looks up to his confidence and a part that wonders how much of it is real.

You two walk out together before parting ways, saying your goodbyes and wishing each other luck. Although, he says he doesn’t need it, and you laugh at him.

“We could all use a little bit of luck. I’ll see you at the practicals,” you wave.

“Whatever you say, [L/N]. See you then.”

____

And then you don’t. You don’t see him then. You wait outside for nearly ten minutes, hoping to catch the boy on his way in, but you never see him.

You do, however, see a boy trip and nearly fall, after encountering the same angry boy from the written exams. Instinct kicks in, and you lunge forwards to keep him upright, an arm around his chest and the other wrapping around his back. You pull him back up to his feet.

“Are you okay?” you ask, checking for any injuries or scrapes on instinct in a motherly way. You brush his dark green hair out of his eyes and rub a thumb over his cheek, inspecting his freckled skin.

“I, uh, I’m okay, yeah, uh, oh gosh.” He backs up and bows deeply. “I’m so sorry!”

“For what? Stand back up before you trip again, silly boy. C’mon, let’s get inside before we’re late.”

You assume Monoma got there before you, and you take the green haired boy’s hand and march inside.

“My name’s [Y/N] [L/N].”

“I-Izuku Midoriya! That’s my name, yeah.”

You chuckle at the boy and take a seat with him.

Your pockets are deep, and you shove your hands right into them and play with the little figurines in them.

Houndoom,

Lucario,

Quagsire,

Ninetales,

Jolteon,

and Togekiss.

Six Pokemon you chose for the practicals, going for a very offensive team. You found that you could split your health up into about six bits before you became utterly exhausted, so you always limited yourself to six figurines to take with you. Otherwise, you’d have a bag of figurines that you’d be sifting through the whole time.

You take the Ninetales figurine from your pocket and fidget with it. Midoriya notices the little 3D printed fox and asks about it.

“What is that?”

“It’s a Ninetales figurine. I can make a version of this guy, but a real life creature.”

His eyes light up, and any sense of anxiety that he once had is gone. “Woah, how does it work? Is the figurine necessary for it? Did you create it with your quirk? How do---”

The lights shut off dramatically, and Midoriya shuts up immediately.

Present Mic steps onto stage with a wide grin and begins the presentation.

“Welcome one and all! To the UA practical exams! Can I get a ‘Yeah!’?”

The auditorium is silent, so you cup your hands around your mouth and yell as loud as you can.

“Yeah!”

He cocks a chuckle at your single response. “Love to see that energy!”

Midoriya is fanboying next to you, murmuring about his love for the hero’s radio show. The angry boy next to him tells the fanboy to shut it, and Midoriya sucks his lips in and tries his best to not make another squeak.

“Now, pay close attention, listeners! We’ll be running a ten minute exam in our replica city district! You can take whatever you like! Everybody gather at the designated meeting area after the presentation, ya hear?”

The boy next to Midoriya glances at him. “They don’t intend on letting friends or classmates cooperate with each other, huh?” he mutters.

“They gave us serial numbers for the exam, but it seems the actual meeting areas are elsewhere,” Midoriya adds, looking at the boy’s card.

“Look at me and I’ll fucking kill you.”

You shiver at the harsh words. Present Mic continues.

“We’ll be sprinkling a large number of ‘villains’ over the battlefield. They’ll appear in three different varieties, with point values scaled according to difficulty! Using each of your individual quirks, dispatch as many ‘villains’ as you can. Your goal, dear listeners, is to rack up a high score!”

The large screen behind him portrays a small version of a city along with three outlined figures. You recognise them as

A boy in front of you starts shaking his leg up and down in an uptight anticipation, and you notice that you’re doing the same and quickly try to stop yourself.

“And don’t even think about trying to sabotage each other! That’s positively against the rules, capiche?”

The antsy boy in front of you stands up with a raised arm.

“Excuse me, may I ask a question?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “On the handout, there are clearly four types of villains listed! Yet only three are shown! Such an error would be the height of embarrassment for a top tier national school such as UA! The reason we are seated here today is because we seek guidance on the path to becoming model heroes!”

This man needs to take a chill pill, you think.

“Moreover!”

Oh gosh there’s more.

“You, curly haired kid! Can’t you stay quiet for just a second? You’re distracting! If you think UA is some joke, leave this place at once.”

“Sorry…”

You pat the boy on the back, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Okay, okay. Thanks for the segue, much appreciated, examinee 7111! The fourth type of villain you’ll encounter is worth 0 points. Have any of you ever played Super Mario Brothers before? I guess it’s rather retro… Hundreds of years old. Oh well, you remember those bricks that would fall on you?”

You perk up. “Thwomp traps!”

“Thwomp traps! Those! These zero pointers are like thwomp traps, here to thwomp you, and if you thwomp back, it’s worth nothing.”

The boy sits down after bowing so deep, you’re worried he’ll smack his forehead on the desk. “Thank you very much! I apologise for being rude!”

“Well, that’s enough from me! I’ll leave you with this: as a certain ‘hero’ by the name of Napoleon Bonaparte once said, ‘A true hero never stops overcoming misfortunes in life!’”

Is that all it takes to be a hero? You think everyone should be able to feel like a hero in their own life, once you take a second to really think about it.

“Now, let’s move onto the main event! Plus Ultra!”

“Plus Ultra!” you repeat, standing and raising a fist.

The area you’re led to is outdoors, outside of what looks like a real city. It really is impressive, you think.

So, metal robots? Houndoom and Ninetales, fire types, strong against steel. And Jolteon, an electric type, also strong against steel. You pull the three figurines from your pocket. And then, Present Mic declares the beginning.

“And start!”

You burst forwards into the city and clutch the three figurines. The three creatures form as glowing figures next to you as they take shape. In a matter of seconds, you’re in control of three mighty creatures ready to kick ass.

“What’s the matter?”

You glance behind you, a crowd shocked still.

“There’s no such thing as a countdown in a real battle! Run! Run!”

You’re happy to have gotten a head start, a cluster of people running desperately sounding like a pain to you. You turn a corner and sit in an alley and close your eyes. In a sense, you put your own life force into your own creatures, and you can control them as you wish. It might be easier to go out with them and yell demands at them, but you prefer this method, which keeps you safe and sound while still being able to go out and fight.

Controlling three separate consciousnesses is difficult, but you manage.

You think for a moment. Ninetales, Houndoom, Jolteon. Super effective against steel. We use Flamethrower on Ninetales and Houndoom, with perfect accuracy, ninety damage, and better special attack on both, we OHKO any robot. On Jolteon, we use Thunderbolt. Perfect accuracy, plus higher special attack damage, plus STAB bonus, plus super effective. OHKO any robot.

Through the eyes of your creatures, concern seeps into your main consciousness. You pull out Togekiss and create the creature in front of you and send her off. Using Fly, you scout the area and search for people in need. In a corner of an alley, two participants are nearly being squashed by a Thwomp Trap robot, a big ol’ zero pointer. You pluck the two by the collars of their shirt and fly into the sky, letting them down in a safe area.

On Houndoom, there are two zero point Thwomp Traps and four three pointers. You pull out Quagsire, a water - ground type, and use Togekiss to carry the Quagsire towards Houndoom. You use Flamethrower against the six robots, melting and destroying them, before using Surf with Quagsire to bring in waves of water to put out the flames. Togekiss pulls the participants at risk up and away from the crumbling robots and towards the edge of the city.

Focused on the scenario, Jolteon gets caught off guard from a falling piece of rubble and is crushed. Immediately, you summon Jolteon back. In your own body, you fall to your knees and try to catch your breath. This is exhausting. Your creatures can do things you can’t do, but they’re still limited by your life force. They have power you could never achieve, but their pains are very, very shared.

You keep fighting nonetheless, estimating there are still 2 minutes left. 2 minutes is a lot of time, realistically. A lot can happen in 120 seconds, especially when you have creatures that can travel the entire fake city in 2.

With Ninetales and Houndoom using Flamethrower to demolish any robots in sight, you rack up as many points as you can, and with Togekiss and Quagsire, you try to pull as many people out of danger as you can. Some are pretty pissed at you, squirming and insisting that you’re sabotaging them.

You can only reply with, “Togekiss! Togekiss!” and “Quagsire…” but you hope they understand.

And then, just as Houndoom melts another two pointer, Present Mic announces the test is over. You look up to where he’s standing, overlooking the four sectors. You can hardly see him from the distance, but you can barely make out his figure.

Making sure everyone in the vicinity of your Pokemon was safe, you dismissed the creatures and let them dissolve away in a bright glow, returning back to you in a sparkly path in the sky.

You take a deep breath and roll your shoulders, trying to ignore the immense soreness that suddenly washes over your body. Wiping sweat off your forehead, you make your way out of the fake city.

“[L/N]!”

You whip your head around.

“Monoma!”

You wait for him to catch up to you before starting to walk again.

“How did you think you did?”

“Pretty decent, I’m definitely passing. What about you?” he asks, brushing his hair out of his face. He needs a haircut, you think.

“Pretty decent. I’m really tired, though. I can’t wait to get home and go straight to bed.”

He laughs. “It was pretty exhausting. Even I am tired from today.”

“Oh, the mighty Monoma has truly been defeated,” you dramatically say.

He puts his hand to his forehead and leans backwards slightly. “Oh, the humanity!”

The two of you laugh before parting ways, saying your goodbyes and promising to message each other.

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tobebugjewce · 3 years

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THE WALTEN FILES: my jumbled notes on my blind run-in with this web series

first off this is gonna be long and unorganized, also this is my second time writing this as i had lost literally half of my progress and im This (imagine two fingers almost touching with a 0.0000000001mm distance between them) close to ripping all of the fucking hair out of my goddamn head. but now this will be extra long and yes, i will lose some accuracy to my first writing but thats okay ill probably edit this a kajillion times over

which brings me to my next tangent; im literally braindumping here. so to have a smidge of organization all afterthoughts, edits and corrections will be boldened, i forgot what im gonna do with italicized text but ill probably bolden it here yeah im pretty sure its for side tangents, separate from Corrections, which are in bold. also theyre for emphasis too.

so in general, this post right here is all of my notes i wrote down on my grid-patterned sticky notes (which i used WAYYYY too much of) about the first 3 uploaded walten files youtube videos transferred onto my handy dandy digital notebook, this b(l)og. yeppers peppers. you know im serious about this shit when i typed probably over like a thousand fucking words including boldened shit, italicized shit and motherfucking links, lost it ALL, and im sitting here re-typing it again.

i feel bad about this but im not gonna trigger warn right here, but this is technically a warning. if you want a list of triggers as to what this post (and the walten files in general) i will link a little list to that here

without further a doo doo, (mama mia) here the fucking fuck we go again.

THE WALTEN FILES - VIDEO #1

clarifying this now, im gonna put some useless shit which i thought was code onto this because even though it was useless it was part of my notes and im physically going to combust if i dont put down every single thing i wrote on my papers. so what i thought was code was in the closed captions, i started writing it down when i got to the second video but came back to my first videos notes to include them. i wrote down the first letter to every word that was capitalized in the closed captions, which i had on as a default because number one i knew going into this id need them because most web horror things like args and cryptic shit like that has some of the most crucial shits in the closed captions. number two i am autistic and have auditory processing issues and have most closed captioning on as a default if theyre available.

firstly jotted, i wrote down the closed captions “code” so im gonna put the rest here too: HYWITB(BSI)Y A(BSI)BJWFKWITW ILHHFSBBSBTLBWI USOISTBNBSFIRBCAWHSHCBWHTAIGRNB*C*BTWLTSFA(20)MCFP ILITIIACPH(1978, 1979)SA(4)YTSCH*C*OGSSU SFTGRPATDBBUTFBNLLCHMIHLBRALLCLAYTUKB*LC*WHATWASTHATTHING

the numbers in parenthesis are there because i wasnt sure they should be included in the “code” or not. i also thought of this with the BSI - bunny smiles incorporated and also the years 1978 and 1979. the shits in asterisks are coughs and light coughs, which were capitalized in the closed captions so i included them too just in case

i then jotted, in parenthesis of course, the names of the animatronics when they were listed in the animation section of the video; bon aka the blue bunny, sha aka the sheep one, boozoo aka the clown<3 honk<33, and banny aka the purpled eyelashed up one who is also a bunny btw. also i got boozoo the clown and boozoo the mustache guy confused because apparently the clowns name is billy???? but they named “boozoo” in bons sleepover and showed the clown? idk maybe im an idiot and theyre the same or just an idiot and theyre different or a super mega (matt and ryan?!?!??) idiot in general which is probably the case

i started drawing little stars to write down things i thought would be super important or to 100% look at again. the first subject of this pointy torture was the part of the video where at 3:00, i marked it down to make sure to reverse the audio as it was most definitely a weird audio that has that signature warp-y effect that makes sure you KNOW its in reverse. i then listened back to it Very carefully (still got it wrong) and got this: “you finally start to remember. that old doll. they will look out for you soon” im also pretty sure i heard “sophie” at the end of that audio but im not entirely sure and dont remember and i dont wanna go back to check lmfao but anyways it didnt matter because i was wrong anyway. after i had finished all 3 walten files i watched the film theory video on the walten files (which didnt cover all 3 but was dece.) out of curiosity and to hear matpats signature silly little voice explain some stuff i already knew, and click some shit in my brain that i couldve thought up of if i was a bit more... i dont know honestly. anyways yeah so the actual audio is “you finally start to remember. that old day. they will look out for you soon.” so yeah. day, not doll.

i then wrote down “sarah evelyn”, the name on the bons sleepover animation (i dont remember if she created it or animated it or whatnot) and scribbled will she matter? under her name. turns out no, as i didnt see her name in the rest of the series, let alone the first video. this is also a great time to mention how matpat theory helped me realize that the walten files are collections of videos, uploaded onto youtube by anthony. (i already knew about anthony as he signed his name in the descriptions of the youtube videos, making me categorize this overall web series more into an arg type genre.) but yes, the tapes, recorded “irl” footage, animated clips, vhs tape recordings and other audio-visual content is all collected and labeled the walten files, as i had mistaken each video to be a tape. stupid me. alrighty, onward!

i starred this one, good for me; MISSING: Jack Walten LAST SEEN: 06/11/1974

i jotted down with an arrow that; sophie was a nightguard? she was wearing the uniform explained in tape 2 i dont know why but i went back into my video 1 notes after i had watched video 2. organization purposes. i guess.??

i then paused the video when the screen flickered a date, the beginning of video footage dated 10/10/1982 (Brian Stells?) god my little genius ass assuming the videographer was brian stells, based on the id card i saw earlier.

i then wrote down what text i saw on the dead, mangled, bloody body in the purple security suit; “i cant feel anything” “he thought i was her” then drew a little arrow pointing to; thought brian was sophie? or ashley? i also starred the name Brian Stells this is totally out of order LMFAOOOOOOOO also i wrote down ashley because, again, my little pea brain went back on my video 1 notes after watching video 2. but yep thats all i wrote for The Walten Files 1 - Company Introductory Tape

THE WALTEN FILES - VIDEO #2

Tape #1 - created 07/02/1978

awesome how thats first and foremost in the captions. god. so sexy of you martin walls. /j /nsx

this pack of notes is chunkier because again, like i have mentioned before i am an absolute goober and thought the capitalized letters of the words would actually mean something. I MEAN MAYBE THEY DO AND IM JUST DOING IT WRONG but i stopped doing it after this video because holy shit it was exhausting and my stupid little fingers couldnt take the writing anymore becasue i am WEAK.

so write off the bat (squeak) i wrote down 197[] the blacked out rectangle over the last digit of that year and everything im also now assuming its probably 1978 or 1974 because lore reasons but whos to say but yeah i also wrote down this;

Tape #2 - created 08/13/1978

then, straight up in the beginning of the video i caught it, the flash of text, as i had by now realized i gotta be SUPER stupid focused on the screen in case i miss anything, i wanted to be crazy precise on my theorizing and mental notes, among other things. but yes i saw it, the first half of a youtube link; “https://youtu”

claps hands together and rubs them evilly. oh yeah baby. thats the hot lunch. this shit right here? the cats pajamas. lets fucking go.

i wrote down this goofy shit i pasued to inspect when i saw bon sorting through a file cabinet and naturally scribbled down the labels and other written things i could see on the files;

relocate X/X/75 felix

storage K-9 07/23/1975 felix k(ranken)

Bons Burgers 06/28/1974 Jack Walten

Shipping Service 1975

New Location -> 1982

i also wrote down more goofy shit, like when banny was created for some reason; in 1974

starred, i noted to go back and reverse the audio at 5:09, when played back, i didnt write it down so i dont remember. lmao.

i also marked to screenshot and brighten the darkened image i saw at 5:20, i was going to do it on my phone then realized i can just do it on my computer so i quickly took a screenshot, brightened it and wrote down what i saw; a missing person poster that read MISSING: SUSAN WOODINGS(?) Last seen: 1974 i was very unsure of the spelling of her last name because the image was so goddamn low quality and grainy but its what i saw. this is where tape #3 gets thrown in, which im gonna type again because i like how the formatting looks;

Tape #3 - created 07/09/1978 (BEFORE tape 2?!//1/1??? its more likely than you think)

i wrote down more dates, any dates i saw, i jotted down. i wrote;

Technical Support 1978

then,

Brian Stells (for some reason i dont remember right now)

alrighty this is where the stupid capitalized letters come in, but before it looks like i vomit a keysmash time infinity on this, ill put down the little inbetween things i wrote in the midst of the caps lockalypse like timestamps and stuff, so here you go;

- Reverse at 8:16 which i did but of course didnt write down what i heard. i think it was too warbled to hear anything clear out of it, or it was just the good ol auditory processing issues fucking me over yet again. WAIT yep yes i did here it is: “rosemary would go to the restaurant every night hoping that [her] beloved husband would reappear after being missing for weeks but no response until one day [s]he heard a voice [saying] ‘i know where he is rosie’ coming from the back stage” the bracketed stuff is the corrections, i misheard the audio and thought the audio said “his”, “he” and “singing” like a nimrod

- Brighten at 10:14 which was another missing person poster, but i dont think it had any information on it because i didnt write it down, just;

- Sophie again (pic at 9:08?) (dismemberd and put in Sha) i was stupid and wrong haha idiot it was rosemary who was put in sha but anywho

i starred and underlined a huge thing i discovered which was;

- Walten had 3 kids which i dont remember how i found out but it doesnt matter, its good important info i uncovered.

- Tape #4 - Unkown Date

- recorded 07/12-07/14 1978

- Hilary B, Ashley P & Kevin W i made sure to get these names down as soon as i saw them on screen but then realized shortly after i wouldnt really need to have it as the closed captions made sure i knew which person was talking by using their first initial (capitalized of course) before each line of text. this is the perfect time to announce the arrival of the clusterfuck of capital letters, which is going to include colons which will indicate that the letter before it is the initial of the person talking. without further aedue, here comes another chinese earthquake;

TCWTSTATO(K-9)TBSSFWFCNEHAWBSUBIUC(BSIIDC)OWHISF INBIJTILNSPL(K-9)LCSCKCCCWTTLTLITTTYROTFAJAMHPYYSTCSPMBBWSBIB H:NTPPCCK:DA:HH:YCPRPMWTCBCRAWK:JH:SYYTCPBACPSTBAWCA:TK(?):FMTTCMK:TCPNOA:DTOFK:ITNPPRA:YBUTIRRFH:HKIBESRAIA:TCK:WA:WPCCFTRRIDPEH:GGK:GPA:LKK:WA:HNCGTKMK:YH:IGKA:ESK:MFH:RK:HILRLBNTRPPUWHITRRTPEIFEPH:YWBEBPK:MAHPBTRPTRPEL(LN)HTACPKLIKHPFITSKLTKLB(LB?)ISIBSUBIPRW AEBATHSPUAICTPURTWBBRPHTRTIIIILTCITCUCCP S(bpe, be)WA”IDCPBPSIB

holy shit its finally over okay now onto some MORE of what i wrote down in between and also after that keysmash attack;

12 doors? (backrooms) 27? 26? i was unsure because ashley was unsure too lmfao

found cassette (6/11/78) <- says “discard”? yeah it did

Tape in clown audio, speaking voice; jack, susan, charles(?), rosemary, sophie, last word sounds like “walrus” it was walten lmfao

Ashley died? yeah she did lmfao OR AT LEAST I THINK SO??

starred this one, Reverse @ 17:06, then got this;

“they left the next day, they thought ashley left early, but she was in the backdoors, screaming as much as she could, but no one heard the screams, the following days the caretakers would complain about an awful smell coming from the backdoors, company decided to shut down facility until new advice, the relocate project was unsuccessful. ashley is still there, but she is not screaming anymore, she saw something she wasnt supposed to see and now shes beautiful” the phrase “shes beautiful” was repeating like a bajillion times in that wall of text. then, god motherfuckng bless:

at 17:23 i found the other half of the youtube link, “.be/k07QqEDOfQ” i pieced that bad boy together as instant as i think any form of ramen could never be, but remained ever patient. because i made sure to jot down this before moving onto my next segment;

@ end of vid 2, “shadow man sees* me when lights go off” im an idiot *it was actually “feeds” not “sees”, which AGAIN, i only found out after watching the stupid little film theory video *begins snarling and foaming at the mouth*

okay im not proud to admit im editing this to post it and realized ive lost my notes. well.

might as well post what ive got! if i find my shit ill add onto this, i suppose.

#the walten files #twf #notes #horror

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diaryofabeautyfiend · 3 years

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Alcohol and lots of it. This chapter is cute. Our dear reader acts like an ass. She’s not the only one. Be prepared to feel bad for Loki.

Small Time Witch (7)

At 3:50 your alarm went off but you didn’t stir. Loki turned it off and closed his eyes again. A few hours later the sun was seeping in through the curtains forcing him to open his eyes. You still slept clutching him. He reached your bedside table to grab your phone. It was 8:00am. You had several messages and missed calls from the team. Only one was from Steve.

He rubbed your back trying to rouse you. You snuggled deeper mumbling something about quitting. “Darling. Wake up. You’re extremely late.”

“I don’t care. I’ve embarrassed myself enough over the last few weeks. I have no reason to go back. Let me sleep. I need a day.” He slipped out of your grasp to call Thor. He thought maybe the two of them could smooth all this over. Seeing you burrow into your sheets without a care made him irrationally angry. It wasn’t his job to clean up your messes.

He pulled the sheets off of you in one swift motion. “Get up you brat. You will go. You will do what you have to and you will shut your mouth about it. Do you think this will be your first mistake? Do you think this will be the only time you embarrass yourself? This is a minor blip in what is sure to be a long and tumultuous relationship between the Avengers and SHIELD. You will fail many more times. They will fail you. It is how you handle the falling that matters. At the moment you are choosing to give up. Stop it. You are better than this. Now get up before I drag you out.”

You sat on the bed your mouth agape. He left the room in such a huff he forgot his shoes at your bedside. You got dressed and found him sitting on the sofa eyes fixated on the entryway where you were standing. His jaw was clenched. He held his thumb to his lips and his brows were knitted together. You sat down and handed him his shoes and then put on your own. You didn’t speak.

You texted Wanda that you were fine but slept through your alarm. You were on your way shortly. Loki was still in the same spot in deep thought. “Are you ready to go?” you asked keeping your eyes trained on the floor.

“No, mortal. I’m going to stay behind. You have a sincere apology to make to Sergeant Barnes. I hope you prove me wrong and you find yourself mature enough to make it. You should go.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No. I suspect, based on your behavior, that you were neither disciplined as a child nor were you raised to be independent. It’s time you learn.” He watched you walk out of the door with the same thoughtful look knitted on his face like he just wasn’t quite sure what to do with you.

You made it to the compound and found Wanda. The two of you went to the training room where Clint was waiting. You did your usual thing. Sparred a little with Nat then broke for lunch.

Since you and Loki weren’t meeting you set off to find Bucky. Bucky Steve and Sam were hanging out in the kitchen. When you walked in you felt like you were intruding. You thought about turning around but you made yourself go in.

“Sgt. Barnes, do you have a minute to talk to me?” He followed you into the hall and crossed his arms. While you collected yourself he shifted impatiently.

“I just really wanted to apologize to you. I had no right to violate your mind the way I did. I acted impulsively. That’s not an excuse but I did. I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“Thank you for apologizing. We’ve all done some fucked up things. Hell when I was brainwashed I killed Tony’s parents. We manage to still work together. Come on. Come eat with us.” He put his arm around your shoulder and you went back into the kitchen.

He purposely took the chair across from you so you could sit next to Steve. You and Steve smiled at each other. He held your hand under the table. As the rest of the team trickled in you all talked and laughed. You and Tony worked on dinner. You felt like you were back home cooking with your sisters. You missed Loki though. You broke away for a minute to text him.

Y: We’re having dinner. Come over.

L: I’ll be along shortly. Did you apologize?

Y: Yes, daddy. We’re all good. 😇

L: 😈 See you soon.

After dinner you all gathered in the big living space where the bar was. You got Steve another beer and poured more wine for yourself. He was sitting in an oversized arm chair. When you handed him his drink he pulled you down to sit on his lap. Several brows raised but Steve didn’t notice or care. Loki sat across the room watching the two of you flirt. He and Wanda whispered to each other. You felt his jealousy. You sat up a little trying not to look too obvious. Steve leaned in to whisper in your ear. His breath was warm and made your skin shiver into goosebumps, “You ok, doll?”

“Yeah.” You turned your head to plant a chaste kiss on his lips.

Loki stared at you. Thor stared at him. The whole room seemed to be collectively holding its breath when Clint said, “Let’s do shots. Y/N you drinking?”

“Absolutely!”

“That’s my girl!” He took a head count and started pouring. “One for the little lady and one for Cap.” He winked and went to hand the rest of them out. On the count of three you all slammed back your shots. Immediately your throat was on fire. You coughed and sputtered. “What the hell was that?!”

“That was from my father’s vault on Asgard. You’re lucky to still be upright, mortal.” Thor said with a booming laugh.

“Ready for round two?!” Clint shouted from behind the bar.

Steve patted you on the leg and moved to stand. “Nope. No way. We are not doing this again.”

“Yeah, man. Last time we drank this shit Bucky tried to wrestle me naked. I have nightmares about that night.” Sam shuddered.

“You loved it!” Bucky shouted from the corner.

“Your taint touched my forearm. I did not love it. As a matter of fact, stay your ass over there for the rest of the night.”

You went over to the bar to browse the shelves. “Why don’t we shoot Jameson instead?” A chorus of cheers and you poured out the next round. You grabbed the tray and started handing out glasses.

“Ok, Y/N, you’re new here so you name it. What are we drinking to?” Tony raised his glass and looked to you.

“Umm. To our health and absent friends.”

“Here here!” Another one two three and you slammed it down.

You started feeling a little woozy so you went back to your seat. Nat came by with the next round. Everyone took another shot but Loki declined. He watched you going from buzzed to a little more than tipsy. By the time you started doing body shots off of Nat he excused himself. He said goodnight to the room. Thor patted his back and bid him goodnight. He smiled at you before he left the room.

“Hey. Wait.” You stumbled over to him. You had a bit of lime juice dripping down the corner of your mouth. He wiped it away with his thumb and licked it off.

“Where are you going?” You rested your arm on him to keep your balance.

“To bed.”

“Are you not having fun?” He rolled his eyes.

“Loads. You and the solider look like you’re having a great time.” You lost your footing a little so he grabbed you to hold you up right. His hand was on your hip and yours were on his shoulders.

“Wait. Do you like me?” you whispered.

“This is not the time.”

“No. You like me. I can feel it. Remember?”

You really couldn’t stand now so you plopped down on the floor.

“I do remember. Come on. I’ll get you to bed.” You slapped his hand away.

��I’m having fun. I want to go back to having the fun.” You got up and wandered back into the room looking for another drink. With a heavy sigh Loki went back to Thor’s room and tried to fall asleep.

“There you are. Where were you hiding?” Steve asked. He took both of your hands and pulled you close to him. He looked down at you through his lashes.

“Bathroom.” You didn’t know why you lied. “I’m drunk” you slurred.

“I noticed.” He smiled and kissed your palm.

“I’m going to bed with you tonight.” You rested your head on his chest and swayed a little.

“Not tonight. Not like this. You’re going to sleep in Wanda’s room.” You pouted and whined a little.

“But you’re so warm. Like sunshine.” He laughed as he nuzzled your hair.

“Come on. I’ll tuck you in.” He picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. You giggled when he smacked you on your bottom.

Wanda was already in bed just as drunk as you were. Steve gave you a tshirt to wear and pulled the covers over the both of you. You both giggled at something though he wasn’t sure at what. “Ok then. You two get some sleep.” More giggling.

“No gym tomorrow.” You shouted.

“Yeah. Boo gym!” Wanda echoed. You both cracked up laughing. When he turned Nat was busting through the door.

“Hey! I want to come to the slumber party.” She jumped on the bed and scooted between you and Wanda. There was so much more giggling. Steve shook his head and laughed. “Sleep, girls.”

“Yes, sir Captain sir!” You said in a stern voice. When Steve closed the door behind him Bucky was walking that way. “Where are you going?”

“Slumber party.” he growled.

“Don’t think so. Your room is that way, bud. Let’s go.”

When he was falling asleep Steve replayed the night in his head. He smiled remembering how much Bucky and Sam made you laugh. How intently you listened to Thor talk about his home. He loved watching you and Tony in the kitchen arguing over which restaurant makes the best red sauce as you fed Bruce a spoonful of yours. He even loved how careful you were with Loki’s feelings. How you constantly checked on him and made him feel included. You have a gift for making everyone feel like they are the center of your universe. He closed his eyes and the last image in his head was your smile.

M I S S I O N P R E P D A Y

Light streamed through the break in the curtains. The beam hit Nat just enough to wake her. She opened her eyes to a tangle of red hair on one shoulder and (y/h/c) on the other. She saw her own hand on your bare back. Looking down her own breasts were exposed and Wanda appeared to be naked too. Whoever suggested tequila shots after shots of whiskey is dead to her. Then she remembered that it was her and she groaned.

“What time is it?” Wanda’s voice was muffled coming from Nat’s shoulder.

“I don’t know. The clock is on Y/N’s side. Hey. Witchypoo. What time is it?”

You groaned and snuggled up to Nat more. One eye opened when your hand connected with her breast.

“Why are you naked?” you grumbled.

“We all are.”

Before you could roll over to look at the clock the door flung open. Tony had the intention of coming in to be obnoxious instead he stood in the doorway trying to form a sentence. A chorus of “Get the fuck out!” and “Shut the door!” shrieked from the bed. He stumbled out of the room narrowly missing the business end of a shoe that Wanda hurled at him.

Steve came down the hall with a tray of coffee water and headache medicine.

“Morning.” he said to Tony who was still standing there with his mouth open.

“Oh you can’t go in there. They’ll rip your head off.” Steve cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Tony stepped aside stifling a laugh.

“Ladies. I have coffee.” Steve said through a crack in the door.

“Just put it in the room and leave! We’re naked.” you shouted.

“All of you?”

You lifted the covers to take a look, “It appears that way, yes.”

He opened the door gingerly keeping his eyes squeezed shut. He set the tray on the floor and heard it wooshing through the air. The cups gave a final rattle before settling on the bed.

“Nice, dude.” Wanda said to you. You shrugged your shoulders.

“I love witches.” Nat sighed.

Steve backed his way out of the room and spoke again through the door.

“Do you think you’ll all be ready to have a meeting in say thirty minutes?” The three of you conferred.

“Make it forty five.” Nat said, “And bring bagels!”

“What kind?” He knew If he didn’t ask there would be hell to pay. He heard more bickering “.....I like the lemon poppy seed from the bakery down the street....I don’t like lox!” Finally Wanda said, “Assorted with cream cheese.”

“Thank you, Steve!” you added sweetly.

“You’re welcome, doll.”

“You’re such a suck up” Wanda jabbed your side.

“No. It’s because that’s her boyfriend. We saw you two last night and that was before shots.”

You took a gulp of your coffee, “I plead the fifth.”

“It must be nice to be the shiny new toy this week.”

“Nat, you shouldn’t say that. Hon, don’t listen to her.”

“Who’s shiny new toy?”

“Oh please! Like you didn’t notice Loki practically eye fucking you from across the room. Steve’s clearly obsessed with you. Thor probably wants you now that you licked tequila off of his abs.”

“That was you.”

“Oh. Yeah. Anyway. You have Steve and Loki dangling on a hook. What’s your move?”

You sighed and fell back on the pillow. “Why does there have to be a move?”

“Because you can’t lead them both on. Sweetie, you look so happy with Steve.” Nat said

“I would agree but the other night Loki and I slept together. We didn’t have sex. We slept together in my bed. He allowed me to feel something. It was deep and we were both completely content like that’s exactly where we were supposed to be.”

“Look, no one is asking you to make a choice right now. Let’s focus on this mission and we’ll worry about this later. Your boyfriend hates us to be late so to the showers!” Wanda smacked your ass and then Nat’s. You threw a tshirt over your head and went running for Steve’s room.

You knocked but no one answered. You poked your head around the corner and saw it was empty. You sent him a text letting him know you were jumping in his shower and you’d be down shortly. He smiled down at his phone knowing that, when you came downstairs, you’d smell like him.

If you need a t-shirt or anything help yourself. Top drawer.

His top dresser drawer was perfectly organized with perfectly folded t-shirts arranged by color. You selected a solid gray and grabbed your sweat pants from your bag. You learned your lesson over the last few weeks and decided to start packing a few extra clothes for when you came to the compound.

The warm water felt marvelous rolling down your frame. You inhaled the fragrance of his body wash getting lost in the warm aroma. You wished he was in the shower with you. You wanted to get lost in his hands. His lips. You shook the thought out of your head so that you could finish up. You were sure to be running behind.

You threw your damp hair into a clip and slipped on his t-shirt. It was soft and well worn. Maybe he’d let you keep it. You hurried to the conference room. Nat was already in there but there was no sign of Wanda. You slipped in leaving a seat empty next to you for her to sit.

“Is that everyone?” Steve asked

“Sorry! I got caught up.” Wanda ran on tiptoes and gingerly sat in the chair next to you. She grabbed a plain bagel and cream cheese. She handed you half. Nat sat on your other side. Your eyes were fixed on Steve but you still managed to reach over and grab her lemon poppyseed. You were all trying to be really quiet but it wasn’t working out. Tony went to the front of the room to start.

“Ladies? You good? Are those the right bagels or do I have to fire an intern today?”

“They’re perfect” you said with a full mouth. He smiled and bit his lip.

“Maybe later you can tell us what happened last night. Let Capsicle do his thing then a little story time? Just the four of us?”

Nat rolled her eyes, “How you haven’t been slapped with a harassment suit is beyond me.” Steve’s jaw was clenched and he sighed noisily.

“Ok! Cap! Take it away.”

You went over the mission briefing. Everyone had a part to play. Wanda would be with the team. Loki would stay with you. “Isolate the weapon. Incapacitate hostiles. No fatalities.” Steve’s plan was solid. You and Tony ran over the schematics one more time. You laid out your plan. Loki’s job was to protect you and keep you away from harm. Easy. “Once the system is shut down and we’re in, both of you get as far away as possible. Am I clear?” Steve was all business. You both nodded and he moved on to the next thing.

After the briefing a few members of the team were going to the gym. Some were going over weapons. Clint wanted to bring you to the firing range. He thought you should have a gun even though you assured him you would be fine. “Please, kid. I won’t be able to concentrate tomorrow if I haven’t given you everything to defend yourself. It’ll take an hour or less.”

Once you were finished you picked up your things and went to find Loki so you could find out if he was coming home with you. Steve found you wandering the corridors looking lost.

“You lost, Princess?”

“Looking for Loki. I’m about to head out.”

“Where are you going?”

“Home. I will be ready to go on time tomorrow. Don’t worry.” He slid his arms around your waist and pulled you closer.

“Will you have dinner with me tonight? I promised a second date.” Your hands found their way up his arms to his biceps. You gave them a squeeze.

“I thought maybe you’d find me too distracting the night before a mission.” You started to sway together to some melody only the two of you could hear.

“A welcome distraction.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “Come on. It’s only dinner. Just the two of us. You don’t even have to change. We’ll eat here.” He kissed the tip of your nose then your forehead.

“Ok. I still have to find Loki though.”

He groaned, “For what?”

“So I can give him the keys to my place.”

“Are you staying here tonight?” He sounded hopeful.

“Let’s see how dinner goes before I make plans to spend the night.”

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head, “Deal.”

You found Loki hanging out with Thor in the atrium. When they saw you coming they both visibly perked up.

“Hey, Lok. Are you going back to my apartment tonight?”

“Yes. I am ready when you are.”

“I was bringing you my keys. I’m going to have dinner with Steve. Might just stay here. Thor you are welcome to stay over too. I have food in the fridge that needs to be eaten.” You smiled sweetly at him to let him know it was more of a demand rather than a request.

“I’m sure I can manage alone. So you’re staying with the solider then?” Loki was slightly offended that you thought he needed a babysitter.

“I haven’t decided yet. Right now just dinner. I’ll text you either way.”

“Please, mortal. I’m not your keeper. You don’t have to check in with me.”

You hugged him and rested your head on his chest. The two of you lingered for a moment neither wanting to be the first one to pull away.

“What’s this for?” he asked against your hair.

“No reason. I’ll see you later ok?” You pressed the keys into his palm kissed him on the cheek and walked back into the building.

The two brothers stood in silence. Loki watched you walk away. You looked back at him smiling every time. Once you disappeared inside Thor opened his mouth to speak. “Don’t.” Loki stopped him.

“Do you know what Mother would say to you in this moment?”

“I said don’t.” Thor ignored him.

“She would say my darling boy your heart is too fragile for love. Find a woman who will try to mend it not a woman who will stomp it into smaller pieces. You owe it to yourself to tell her how you feel.”

“She knows how I feel! She can feel it.”

“I’m surprised at how quick you knocked down your walls and for a mortal no less. Are you in love with her?”

“In love? That’s not the phrase I’d use to describe it. I know her. I’ve known her for lifetimes.”

“How do you mean? Compared to us she’s a baby.”

“It feels like I’ve known her. She’s the woman I’ve dreamed of since I was a boy. Her heart fits with mine so completely. She’s never been afraid of me. She’s never treated me like a monster. I may have only physically know her for a few weeks but I’ve been searching for her for thirteen hundred years. And now, it seems, I’ve found her.”

“Why haven’t you told her? Why haven’t you courted her like Steve has?”

“Because I’m afraid, Brother. I’m afraid she won’t have me. I’ve waited this long haven’t I? I can wait until this relationship implodes.”

Thor grabbed Loki’s shoulders, “How do you know? They seem enamored with each other.”

Loki gave a half smile, “Simple. He’s afraid of her power. I’m not. Inevitably she’ll use it really use it and he’ll judge her for it. I will never judge who she is.”

Thor hugged his brother trying to give him as much love as he could push through to him. This time Loki hugged back.

#steve rogers fanfic #captain america x reader #marvel witches #mcu x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #marvel #steve rogers x reader #wanda maximov #tony stark #thor #alcohol consumption #loki angst

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shebitfirst · 4 years

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Imagine;

Summer in devil dom- The R.A.D’s students are out of school for 3 weeks.

It’s the first day of the season; throwing on your favourite white satin dress and sandals for a stroll in the gardens.

It’s still the AM the sun and its beams graze your skin for the first time in months. You remove your sandals to feel the grass in between your toes.

Unknowingly; a pair of eyes quietly observe you. Fem!MC & The 7 Demon Brothers - Subtle Implied Smut, Fluff/Flirting ---------------------------------------

Couldn’t sleep and still in the midst of working on chapter 1 for Our undoing; Wrote this in my insomniac state, inspired by the glaring hot sun and trees outside my bedroom window. I attempted to experiment with various types of reactions that MC could give off not sticking to just being shy and reserved but also playful and occasionally bold- I apologise if this is not 100% accurate to the gameplay of Obey me! As I’m barely halfway into the game and I’m trying not to spoil myself for the storyline! So all this is just based off what I’ve made up in my head, fully. (Psa, if someone could direct me on a blog or forum on how to edit your tumblr blog- that would be helpful! I’m so lost!) All my love,

Angel. ------------------------------

Lucifer

“Yes, have a good summer to you as well, Diavolo. I’ll be heading back to the council room to pick up the remaining pieces of documents for the ter-term.”

His heart swells, spotting you in the gardens from 2nd floor; hair down to your waist, satin fabric hugging your figure as you soak in the heat, hands carrying your sandals as you stroll through the gardens. Lucifer’s presence often made you nervous- rarely revealing a carefree side of you. You’ve always struck the Avatar of Pride’s curiosity but through the semester he has never witnessed you this way.

“Hello? Lucifer? Are you there?” Diavolo says at the end of the line. “Diavolo.” His voice cuts through the line. “My apologies but I have a.. matter to tend to. I will drop you a message.”

He hangs up the line to take in the sight of you running your hands against the flowers, laying under the sun while your thighs cushion the grass. “Hmm..” Lucifer whispers as he pauses to admire you once more. You spot a rose in full bloom; you bend over to reveal your white panties. He quirks an eyebrow and chuckles. “I’ll head to the council room in the evening.” Lucifer makes a mental note. He adjusts the uncomfortable tightness in his pants before joining you. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs- turning into the garden. He notices you’re still picking at the roses. Making sure both of you were alone. “Stopping to smell the roses... As they say?” Lucifer’s stern voice startles you, immediately turning to hold down your short dress. “L-lucifer!” Smiling, he walks over and snakes an arm around your waist- slender fingers softly dipping into your hips, travelling down to your thighs. “I..” You whisper. Heart, pounding rapidly in your chest. His eyes starring intently at you- so close that you could feel his breath against your lips. “Would you allow me to indulge in you this morning, my dear?” All you could manage was a nod. “Good girl.” ------------------------------

Mammon

“Ahhhhhhhhh! It’s so warm! I just want some A/C up in here! Gah. I can’t keep complainin’ Where is Lucifer? I gotta get some cold air in my room or I wouldn’t be able to sleep the whole summer long!”

He whips out his D.D.D and drafts a long message to his eldest brother as he approaches the garden, the sun rays cover his face.

He holds a hand up to block out the sun; spotting you.

Stopping dead in his tracks- he sees you laid out against the grass, thighs exposed, chest slowly rising and falling with your every breath.

“Y-ya... Human.. isn’t she gonna get sunburnt..”

He wants to go wake you from your nap- but stopping himself the second time to admire you for another moment. Tossing and turning, you lay on your side. Your short dress rides up along your hips outlining the shape of your ass. The Avatar Of Greed traces over your figure with wanting gazes. He hears indistinct chatter from the hallway and steps quickly towards you. “Tsk, it’s the first day of summer and ya’ already causing me problems! Who told you to just lay here this way!!” “M-mammon! I was taking a nap!” You protest while he drags you by the arm back to the House of Lamentation. “Why are you taking me back! I want to stay outside!” You struggle against his hold. “I’m gonna put some short- No! Some pants on ya! There are other demons around here ya know!! Not just me and the others!” “I just wanted to take a nap!” You scream at the white-haired demon. “Then nap in my room!” Mammon raises his voice, pushes you inside and locks the door. ------------------------------

Satan Dedicated to spending the summer studying new medicine and hexes. Needing a few flowers from the garden just outside the House. He makes his way. Upon arrival, noticing the roses and lilies were short this time. “Huh.. they were full bloom yesterday when I was here.” On closer look, he spots that they were ripped off. “This early... In the morning. On the first day of summer?” Puzzled, he follows the trail of flowers. “Oh?” Satan spots you; elbows propped up with books spread across the grass- Flowers in your hands as you weaved them together- creating what looks to be a flower crown. He goes around the garden- wanting to know what are in those books. So engrossed in weaving flowers- you failed to notice the blonde demon a few feet behind you. You shift on your knees- frustrated. Shaking his head and wanting to assist you, he takes in your figure. Rarely seeing you out of your student uniform, his eyes swallowing your slow movements and how your hips sway. Breaking his thought process He clears his throat- causing you to shift your gaze, “Oh, Satan!” You purr- making him blush. Asking for if he wasn’t busy to help you. Sitting down beside you and explaining how each flower and its colour are used in potions for various purposes. Noticing how plump your thighs were as you kneeled before him. And how the satin material hugged your chest tightly- He mentally reminds himself of his summer research. And.. maybe one more.

------------------------------ Leviathan After being repeatedly told off by Lucifer to try spending the summer other than glueing his eyeballs to multiple computer screens. The simplest activity that wouldn’t require much energy was to take a walk outside of the House of Lamentation. Mindlessly he walks into the garden- Leviathan sulks around the garden, swatting the flowers and picking at weeds. He subconsciously kicks them aside almost walking over them before he hears a giggle emerging from the bench deeper within the garden. Irritated, knowing that he was not alone to get at least get peace of mind by himself. You stretch yourself out on the grass and softly moan as the sun heats up your cheeks. Ignoring the subtle noises of leaves crunching until a shadow looms over you. “Levi?” He scoffs. “What’re you doing here, normie?” You prop yourself up as he slumps down beside you. “It’s the first day of summer, Levi!” You radiate of light and the Avatar of Envy stares deadpan through you. “The sun is out and the flowers are in full bloom! Have you ever seen the sun so up close!” You notice his cheeks flush. “Oh? I guess your pale skin isn’t used to the heat out here in summer compared to us, humans.” You giggle at his red complexion, leaning into him. “What! N-no! Stop laughing at me ya Normie!” Moving away from you, trying to hide his face reassuming brooding. Hmm... Has he been up all night again? You thought. You pluck a daisy and tuck it between his purple hair gently. Let’s hope this wakes him. Snapping a picture on your D.D.D. “Wha..what? Did ya just take a picture of me! Hey!!” Attempting to grab your phone- you stand up, bending over slightly to lower your phone. “But you look so cute!” Before he manages to spit back, he notices how tight your dress hugs your chest and how you’re not wearing anything underneath too. Gleefully, you turn your back to send the image in the House of Lamentation chat. His D.D.D rings in his pocket- snapping him out of his thoughts. As he was about to scold you for your little prank, he looks up to find that your short dress barely covers your ass- let alone your panties. “H..hey.. Uh..” Before he makes out a sentence you cut him off. “Nah uh. I’m not gonna delete this! No matter what you say- or do! Even if it’s to tell Lucifer.” You stuck your tongue out, teasing him.

Later at night- you receive a text message from Leviathan. “I’m coming to your room! How could you post that picture of me on devilgram!” Oops. ------------------------------ Belphegor

Sleepy eyes hit the sun for the first time in months; Reluctant to leave his room but to avoid the commotion his brothers were causing in the dining hall- He retreats along with a pillow in hand in the search for a comfortable spot away from the noise. Spotting that the gardens were empty- flowers swaying with the wind, plush grass. “That’ll do.” Contently, he places his pillow under a spot beneath the shade. About to lay down- he notices a silhouette from a smaller tree across the garden. Quietly stepping over, Belphegor sees you asleep. Curled up tightly as the tree’s shade blankets you from the morning sun. Your cheeks tinted pink from the summer heat- hair fell across your face. As sleepy as he is, the demon returns for his pillow and kneels down before you; lightly tapping your forehead. “Hey..” He whispers as you open your eyes. Smiling, he’s used to your energetic and excitable nature- but appreciates how your lips are slightly parted and droopy eyes in a daze staring back at him. Belphegor slides the pillow underneath your head as you lay back down, you reach out to hold his cheeks. “Sleep with me.” He quirks a brow. How bold of you he thought, but he was not to resist seeing you in this state and accepts your request, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you nuzzle into his chest. Both of you enjoy the moment of silence- taking in the summer heat against each other. “What were you doing here, MC?” He breaks the silence as you stretch your legs. “I like the sun, the heat. I don’t often get it when we’re in R.A.D.” He glances down at you, noticing your heated cheeks and how well this white dress wraps around your hips. “Is that so?” He says after a pause. Warm hands make it’s way down and cup your thighs- closing any gap between you two. “Belph-” You barely make out his name. A hot tight feeling began to coil in your stomach- heartbeat picking up. “Sleep with me…” Your own words against you. ------------------------------ Asmodeus

The heat spilling into his bedroom- covering the floor in gold light- Summer is finally here, isn’t it? Asmodeus thought to himself. He looks to the flowers placed neatly in a vase on his bedside table. Frowning as he notices them wilt away. Remembering how beautiful the roses will be in full bloom- He prepares to head to the gardens. The sun is at it’s highest by the time he arrives. Placing an empty basket down, he gets to work on carefully selecting his spoils for the day. Entering deeper into the garden, he notices a patch of roses were cut off. Questioning who other than him would need at least a dozen roses to themselves! Or maybe was it for their lover? “Asmodeus?” Your voice rings like melody, he turns to see you in your short... short white dress- bare feet digging into the grass as you carry the missing roses in your hand. “What are you doing here? Picking flowers?” Walking over to join him, you kneel beside him and offering one rose. Asmodeus- as this rarely happens, was rendered almost speechless by you. The Avatar Of Lust has always deemed himself the jewel of the world but he questions this statement, especially seeing you in this scene; Fresh green grass, flowers full bloom surrounding you- and here you are, kneeling before him. “Ah! Yes, my love. Yes, I am. What do you need them for? Oh, no! Please don’t tell me you want to give them to someone else! There is no one other than I who deserves a bouquet from you!” You giggle at his worried expression as he pulls you into an embrace. He notices how warm you are, noting how long you’ve been in the garden,

under the sun by yourself. “I would’ve come sooner.” He whispers into your hair. He throws his head back feeling your breathing against his shoulder- Temporary bliss? No. He fights his thoughts. “Silly, I was just getting these for my room. I love roses, they’re my favourite.” You slightly pull back taking in the sight of his light hair and yellow eyes, not realizing how flustered you got. “Oh! My love, are you as captivated as I am? And I’m not talking about myself for once, today.” Your cheeks deepen in colour at his response. “W..what! No!” Taking the roses from your hands and into his basket, he turns back to you leaning in close. “You know my love, we have all summer to pick flowers and what not... But.. just spend one night with me, hmm?” He exclaims whilst wrapping a hand to the back of your neck, steading you. “Asmo... I..” Hearing your voice hitch in your throat, his yellow eyes deepen as his hand travels down toward your chest. “Is that a yes.. my love? tell me.” Hands grip your waist tightly- almost worried you’ll disappear if he blinks. “Yes.. Please.” ------------------------------ Beelzebub

He spots your homemade chocolate pudding in the fridge with your name written on it. He shouldn’t be rude but he can’t help himself. Beelzebub remembers the retreat and how good the pudding was, causing his stomach to rumble, again. Asking for you and stopping by your room, he tries to step outside to look for you. You’re not answering your D.D.D As his stomach growls louder, he starts wandering off with the pudding at the back of his mind. “Oh no.” His brow furrowed, “I’m getting hungrier.” He spots a nearby bench in the gardens and takes a seat before attempting to call you again. Just as he dials your number, a vibration can be heard from under the bench. “Is this....” Yes, your D.D.D along with a pair of sandals. Picking it up and placing it in his jacket’s pocket. Worrying about you and how could leave your belongings behind. Grunting, he carries your sandals and peeks into multiple greenhouses for you. Famished when he started- he could chew off the bark of the trees at this point. Not wanting to leave the idea of you barefoot and without a point of contact. He returns to the main garden to wait and in turn, you come back for your belongings. He sees you approach the same time as him. Waving and smiling, he was right. Barefoot but holding roses in your hand. “You forgot your shoes and D.D.D.” Beelzebub warmly smiles and helps you slip on your sandals. Thanking him, you explain how you noticed the roses in full bloom and how you would brew him some rose tea for lunch. You were half his height- having to block out the sun with your palms to get a good look at him. “How’d you find me, Beel?” You ask as you lay ontop the grass, taking in the sun for a moment longer. Before getting to answer, he realises how short your dress was, hicked up to your hips. Often he only sees you in your student uniform- not taking the time to admire your womanly figure. He notices how long your hair has gotten since the first day you arrived. You notice Beelzebub in a daze. “Beel?” You move over in front of the bench he’s seated on and lay a hand on his thigh. Ugh. He thinks. Your messy hair and pink cheeks. How delicious. He notices a fresh cut on your finger, still bleeding. It still stings you tell him, from when you were picking the roses without proper scissors. “Go on, Beel. I know you’re hungry. Just have a taste.” You slide in between both of his legs and raise your finger to his mouth which he gladly accepts. Licking it clean, you hear his stomach grumble. “I suppose that’s it for the garden.” His eyes darkening as he gathers your belongings. “Yes.. we can go back for lunch. I know you’re starving.” Adjusting your sandals as you slip your hand into his. He kisses the inside of your wrist, taking a whiff of your scent. “Not for food anymore.”

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ourmiraclealigner · 4 years

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Late Night Calls

Floyd Talbert x Reader

Gif not mine! Credit to owner.

disclaimer: writings are only based off of the actors portrayal in the television series. this is not meant to disrespect the real hero’s of the war.

synopsis: after floyd comes back from war, he confesses his feelings to his childhood friend.

warnings: swearing, slight mention of grant’s injuries

word count: 2.5k

prompt: #41 “i fucking love you” “hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober.”

taglist: @floydtab @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @vintagelavenderskies @mavysnavy @ivy-miranda-2390 @love-studying58 @ya-yeeteth @rarmiitage @primusk @punkgeekchic @joesliebgott @weirdbiwitch

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Floyd Talbert had been in (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s life for as long as she could remember. Being best friends with her twin brother, Floyd had become a constant in her family’s household; spending many nights, dinners, and family vacations together with them. (Y/N) had Floyd had grown closer as they grew up, Floyd acting much like another brother to the young girl. And, Floyd being the young handsome man he was, had permanently owned a piece of (Y/N)’s heart.

Growing up together in the small town of Kokomo, Indiana, (Y/N) and Floyd had found themselves spending a lot more time together as her brother started going out with girls from school. Every Saturday, Floyd would come with the newspaper and his dog, a hot plate of breakfast (Y/N) had gotten up early to cook him waiting on the table. They would spend the morning together, eating breakfast and walking the dog and then parting ways before lunch. As they got older and Floyd started working Saturday mornings because of his family's tight financial situation, they tried to move things around but eventually stopped, settling on seeing each other whenever her brother brought him around.

Floyd had seemingly taken a page out of her brother's book, a new girl on his arm every weekend, causing his visits to the house to be less and less frequent. (Y/N) begrudgingly listened to her brother's stories of the two boy’s escapades, wishing she was the girl that had been on Floyds arm that night. But she said nothing, letting their friendship fizzle into the past as the threat of another world war loomed in the distance.

When Floyd had made an unexpected visit to her family’s home one night to announce he had enlisted, (Y/N) was not surprised. Her brother had been down at the recruiting office earlier that day and she had heard from him that Floyd had expressed an interest in joining. She listened to him, a blank expression on her face as he informed her family of the date he was getting shipped out. The images of her and Floyd getting married and growing old together slowly drained from her mind as he spoke about what he was planning to do in the war.

And so she had found herself standing next to her and Floyd’s mother, wiping her sweaty hands on her light blue dress as a cool wind blew past them on the train platform. She had been in this very spot days before to say goodbye to her brother. She watched her mother dab her cheeks with a handkerchief, Floyd’s cheeks red with embarrassment at the dramatic goodbyes.

Her lips formed a tight smile as she stepped closer to him, aware that it was now her turn to say goodbye to him. Her slim arms reached up to wrap around his broad shoulders, taking in his scent as he pulled her flush against his chest.

“Write to me as soon as you have time.” She mumbled into the fabric of his jacket.

“I will.” He promised, keeping his voice strong as he started to pull away. “I’m going to make you proud, I promise.”

Her eyes filled with tears as his words hit her, letting her hand reach up and rest on his freshly shaven cheek.

“I know you will.” He pulled her into one last hug as a train pulled to a stop behind him, her heart rate increasing as she realized this would be their final goodbye.

She watched him through the train windows, waving one last time when he caught her glance as the train started to pull away.

They had kept in touch throughout the war, Floyds letters becoming less frequent and less positive as time went on. She understood. While she hadn't been on the frontlines, she could only imagine how bleak and depressing it was. She tried to distract him and keep him updated about home, his family, his friends, and the town, wanting him to be well acquainted with what had happened when he came back.

But, while he had been making his way through Europe, (Y/N) had enrolled in college, her short and bland letters reflecting how busy she had been. Floyd had started to take issue with the impersonal, one page summary of her week. The stress of war was heavy on his shoulders as he started to take on the new responsibilities that came with his promotion. A few days after Grant was shot, he let himself sit down and voice his frustrations in a letter to (Y/N). After signing his name he folded it and stuck it in an envelope, dropping it off at first thing in the morning.

(Y/N) had found the envelope on her kitchen table after she had come home from a particularly long day of classes. She noticed the hand writing, a small smile curving her lips as she wondered what Floyd had been doing and what he had thought about her last letter. She sat down to read it, her smile falling as her eyes quickly scanned the rushed writing.

(Y/N),

I hope you can find the time to read this letter, as I understand how busy you have been. I too have been busy, most of my time now being spent training with the men as we prepare to be redeployed to the Pacifc.

When we arrived in Austria, I thought the bloodshed was over. There were plenty of women, alcohol, and time; everyone was getting along. I thought the hard part was over, I wouldn’t have to experience anymore war.

While you were out with your friends, I was sitting around waiting to hear if my best friend was alive. He was shot a few nights ago by a replacement. He’s doing alright, it was touch and go for a while, but I have hope. I know it’s not your fault, you didn’t shoot him, but I can’t stop feeling so angry that you get to live your life while I’m stuck here. You get to do all of the things I should be doing while I have to watch my friends die.

I know you didn’t start the war, I know you didn’t make me enlist. But it’s not fair and you’ll never understand. I’ll never get to have the life you are living now, I can’t come home and live a normal life after what I’ve seen and what I’ve done over here.

I’m glad you’re happy and safe, that you never had to see what I’ve had to. I couldn’t bare it if you hurt the way I do. Knowing you’re warm in bed helps me sleep, knowing that you will remain unscathed by this war reminds me that I have something to look forward to if I come home.

I hope your classes are going well, I miss you and I hope to see you soon.

- Floyd

With a sigh she folded the letter and pushed it back into its envelope, her heart heavy with guilt as she thought back to all of the letters she had sent.

A few months later she found herself in the same spot on the train platform, her heart racing as she stood in between her mother and Floyd’s mother. The yellow fabric of her dress blew against her calves as a few young girls squealed beside them in excitement. The platform was packed with families anxiously awaiting the arrival of the soldiers they hadn’t seen for years.

When (Y/N) saw Floyd step off the platform, her heart stopped as his mother cried out and ran to him. She took his tall, slim figure in slowly, trying to remember if his eyes had always been that dark or he had always looked that tired. She waited her turn to greet him, her shaking arms pulling him tightly against her as she buried her head into the fabric of his uniform.

“You never responded to my letter.” His chest vibrated as he spoke, his lips pressing a light kiss to her temple.

She pulled away with a sniffle, her hand clinging onto the fabric of his jacket as they started to make their way out of the station. “It was a pretty scathing review of my past letters.” She responded with a chuckle, feeling his calloused thumb wipe the tears that fell onto the soft skin of her cheeks.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

Floyd was a shell of the man (Y/N) had remembered before he left. He was distant and quiet, often lost in his own thoughts at family dinners. She watched him from across the table, her brother's stories about his experience in the Pacific bringing up painful memories for Floyd.

She helped him as much as she could, going to lunch with him, helping him look for jobs and getting him interested in college. Their friendship had seemingly resumed where it had been before he left, (Y/N) letting him take as much time as he needed to adjust to civilian life.

But the drinking and the dates with different women had started to weigh heavy on (Y/N). She understood he wanted to make up for the youth he had been stripped of in a small European town but she was jealous. She wanted Floyd Talbert.

She distanced herself gradually. One missed lunch date turned into two, which turned into three. They started to see eachother once a week, and when she moved into her own apartment, she didn’t call him for help.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew what she was doing. Becoming frustrated with the increased distance, he tried to pull her back into him. Not having the confidence to explain his feelings to her, he turned to drinking.

The loud ringing of the phone startled (Y/N) awake. With a groan she looked over at the clock, her eyes burning as she adjusted to the moonlight. 1:45 am. She mumbled a few “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming” as she slipped out of bed and rushed to the kitchen, picking up the phone before she could miss the call. She figured it was important, it was too late for someone to call if it wasn’t.

“Hello?” Her voice was laced with sleep as she leaned against the wall, wrapping the cord of the telephone around her fingers.

“Hey!” Floyds deep voice echoed through the receiver. “It’s late, y-you should be asleep.” He hiccuped, (Y/N) immediately recognizing he was intoxicated.

“Are you alright? Do you need me to pick you up?” She asked, afraid he would get himself in some sort of trouble or was upset by something.

“No, I just wanted to call and tell you I missed you.” He sighed before speaking again “Feel like you don’t want to see me anymore.”

She clicked her tongue, trying to convey how ridiculous the claim was. “That's not true” She defended softly. “We’ve both just been so busy lately.”

She could hear him sigh again. “But I want to make time for you.” She closed her eyes as she listened to him. “I know I haven't always been good at that. Back when we were young and now.”

“Are you home or are you still out? I don’t want you out when it's this late and col-” He stopped her.

“ I know I haven't always been the best.” His tispy mind racked his brain for the right words, suddenly glad that he had decided to have another beer to boost his confidence. “But I’ve always cared, a lot more than I let on. Ever since we were young I knew you were the one for me, used to tell your brother all the time.” He chuckled, her eyes widening as his words started to sink in. “And when I left, I couldn’t stop thinking about you finding another guy and me having to come home to see you married with a family when I knew it should be me. God, do you know how much I worried about having to just be your friend for the rest of my life?”

“Floyd-”

“What I’m trying to say is that I fucking love you.” He ran a sweaty hand through his hair. “I always have, I always will.”

She fell quiet, his breathing filling her ear as she stared at the floor.

“Hang up and tell me this when you’re sober.” And with that she hung up the phone, her heart pounding as she replayed his words over and over again in her head, wondering if it had all been a dream.

She didn’t sleep after that, spending the rest of the night thinking, cleaning, and more thinking. Around 7 a.m, when she had reorganized everything in her apartment, she got ready for the day, her mind still buzzing with Floyd’s confession. She didn’t want to get her hopes up though, afraid that he really was too drunk to remember what he had said, or too drunk to have meant it.

A knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts, her fingers stopping the record she had started playing a few minutes earlier before she rushed to the door. A surprised look washed onto her face when she opened it, revealing Floyds tall and muscular figure holding a bouquet of flowers and a few grocery bags.

“Can I come in?” He asked sheepishly, turning to walk into her kitchen as she moved to the side. Silence fell over them as he sat the bags on the table. “These are for you” He said awkwardly as he held the bouquet in front of him.

She thanked him and gently took it from his grasp, rummaging through her cabinets for a vase as he cleared his throat.

“I meant what I said last night.” He spoke as she filled the vase with water. She glanced over her shoulder, watching his hands slide into his pockets. “Every word of it. And I don’t regret saying it either. Maybe I should have called earlier but I-”

She held her hand up for him to stop. “I love you too.” She stepped closer to him. “I’ve been waiting a long time to say that.” She added with a breathy laugh, feeling his warm breath fan over her face as he leaned down to capture his lips in hers.

They stayed in each other's brace for a few moments, feeling at home in each other's arms. When they pulled away, (Y/N) motioned to the grocery bags, a confused look on her face.

“I’m going to make you breakfast like you used to make me.” He replied happily as he pulled out the contents and placed them on the table. “So you just sit back and relax and let me make up for all of the time we lost.” He turned, catching her lips in a quick kiss. He spent the next few minutes getting everything out, a large smile on his lips as he occasionally turned around to look at her.

“This” he thought as he cracked an egg into the hot pan. “Is what I fought for.”

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passionate-reply · 3 years

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This week on Great Albums: My first video about Depeche Mode--and it’s about their first album! I think it’s pretty good, but a lot of people HATE it. Are you intrigued? Take a listen, or read the transcript, and see where you fall!

Welcome to Passionate Reply, and welcome to Great Albums! Today, I’ll be looking at the somewhat rough start of one of the most iconic bands in the history of electronic music: Depeche Mode, and their 1981 debut, Speak & Spell. While Depeche Mode are certainly a beloved band, many of their fans actively revile Speak & Spell. What’s wrong with it? Well, it has songs that sound like this.

Music: “Just Can’t Get Enough”

“Just Can’t Get Enough” isn’t exactly the kind of song Depeche Mode are associated with--though it did make an entry in the charts, and remains fairly well known today, largely thanks to its use in advertising. The band’s “classic run,” spanning roughly from the mid-80s to the mid-90s, saw them achieve substantial mainstream adulation, as a pop act peddling dark and gothic themes, and maintaining a substantial electronic element to their music, without ever becoming inaccessible to rock listeners. They were even “rock and roll” enough to consistently break America, which is no small feat for, essentially, a synth-pop band from England. That synth-pop heritage dominates the sonic palate of Speak & Spell, and it’s hard to imagine a die-hard rock fan vibing with upbeat, almost saccharine pop ditties like “What’s Your Name?”

Music: “What’s Your Name?”

Of course, “What’s Your Name?” has another big problem besides favouring bright, chirping synth riffs over the guitar-based chug of tracks like “Personal Jesus.” Its seemingly homoerotic lyrics might be said to constitute the first instance of Depeche Mode engaging in what we might call musical “queer-baiting.” Thumbing their noses at norms of sexuality and gender presentation have earned the band a substantial queer following throughout their career, but it’s not such a smart move if you’re trying to attract macho rock listeners, and get yourself into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame.

Part of the reason why Depeche Mode were ultimately able to do those things, later in their career, is that they had a pretty handy scapegoat: Vince Clarke. Clarke was a founding member of the band, and as the chief songwriter for all but two tracks on Speak & Spell, he was unequivocally the creative force driving the album. Conveniently enough, Clarke not only departed from Depeche Mode immediately after this first album, but went on to serve as an integral member of two unequivocally poppy duos, Yazoo and Erasure. But as easy as it is to simply blame Vince Clarke’s interest in cheerful pop for the apparent failures of Speak & Spell, this hypothesis doesn’t hold up. Some Clarke-penned numbers, like “Puppets,” are at least as gloomy as anything from the mind of Martin L. Gore, who took over songwriting duties on every subsequent Depeche Mode LP.

Music: “Puppets”

“Puppets” is pretty far from a feel-good song. Those fairly bright synths remain, but here, they feel more like a tense crescendo of violins, as something goes poorly in a horror film, and a serrated synth stab answers them from below. Dave Gahan’s semi-whispered delivery of the vocals, which narrate the perspective of a manipulative and controlling partner, add even more to its sinister ambiance. Given only a minor aesthetic facelift, “Puppets” could fit just fine onto most other Depeche Mode albums, even if Clarke did write it. I actually think the softer, poppier touches this track DOES have serve it well, and make it feel a bit insidious--like a lover who seems loveable and charming at first, before revealing their abusive tendencies over time. Another track that really benefits from creating tension between pop fluff and things macabre is the striking “I Sometimes Wish I Was Dead.”

Music: “I Sometimes Wish I Was Dead”

“I Sometimes Wish I Was Dead” features an almost gratingly toylike synth riff, that reminds me a bit of those custom cell phone ringtones from the 00s. Its lyrics are also almost painfully chipper, at least at first, as is Gahan’s infantile delivery of them...but there seems to be some irony there. While that provocative title doesn’t actually appear, the song seems to be obliquely telling a story of someone dealing with a breakup, albeit cloaked in this eerily sunny music. International editions of *Speak & Spell* would remove this track in favour of the non-album A-side “Dreaming of Me,” presumably targeting it for its inflammatory title and short runtime of just over two minutes. “I Sometimes Wish I Was Dead” is a powerful reminder that just because something has a shiny pop veneer doesn’t mean it’s disposable, or that it lacks in artistic complexity.

Still, if you’re in the market for something that feels more like “classic” Depeche Mode, Speak & Spell can deliver on that front as well. Look no further than Gore’s contributions to the album, such as “Tora! Tora! Tora!” With its frantic refrain, and troubling themes of nuclear holocaust, “Tora! Tora! Tora!” feels more like Depeche Mode’s classic run than just about anything else on Speak & Spell, prefiguring iconic tracks like “Leave In Silence” and “People Are People” quite well.

Music: “Tora! Tora! Tora!”

Speak & Spell’s cover is certainly strange and a bit opaque, showing some sort of bird in its nest from a very low angle. The background is almost entirely a lurid, artificial-looking pinkish red, with no other recognizable figures to ground this landscape in reality. Between the chaotic textures of the nest, and the surreal emptiness of the scene, it comes across as a sort of nightmare world, albeit one populated by only this fairly non-threatening creature...that we know of. If we look closely at that bird, we can start to see what looks like a transparent veil covering its neck and head. I like to interpret this image as a representation of the natural world, destroyed by human callousness: an animal suffocates under a sheet of plastic, while the sky behind it glows red with bombs “raining from the sky,” as in “Tora! Tora! Tora!”

Despite the title, you won’t hear any samples of the titular toy on Speak & Spell--though Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark would famously incorporate some on their album Dazzle Ships, a few years later. The title “Speak & Spell” would seem to suggest the album’s light, playful tone, and sense of pop novelty. A Speak & Spell is, of course, a fun and entertaining toy, which repeats the same handful of things over and over, as a pop song might be played *ad infinitum* on the radio. Perhaps the way the songs sneak a darker emotional undercurrent past their listeners is parallel to how the toy covertly educates children in basic spelling, while also being amusing to fool around with.

After Speak & Spell, it took several more years for Depeche Mode to really find their footing, and launch into that classic period of theirs where they released most of their best-loved material. Despite the absence of Vince Clarke, their sophomore LP, A Broken Frame, is stylistically rather similar to Speak & Spell, and pairs somber tracks like “The Sun and the Rainfall” and “My Secret Garden” with some very upbeat ones like “The Meaning of Love.” If the fact that Clarke could write “Puppets” didn’t sell you on my assertion that he isn’t the singular problem with Speak & Spell, the fact that Martin Gore wrote “The Meaning of Love” should serve as proof that the desire to make catchy pop tunes didn’t rest solely on any one person’s shoulders.

Music: “The Meaning of Love”

My favourite track from Speak & Spell is the opener, “New Life.” “New Life” was also released as a single and made substantial headway in the charts, though it doesn’t seem quite as well remembered as “Just Can’t Get Enough.” Like “I Sometimes Wish I Was Dead,” “New Life” is almost disgustingly catchy and hooky, but hides some surprisingly dark lyrics. But I’ll freely admit that I don’t particularly have some sophisticated, intellectually justified reason for liking this song the most, besides just thinking it’s a real toe-tapper. While I’ve gone to great lengths to dispel the idea that Speak & Spell is nothing but cheerful pop, I’d also like to point out that simply being cheerful pop isn’t exactly a musical sin. Whether you like it or not, it’s certainly far from easy to write a great pop song that stands the test of time, the way tracks like “New Life” and “Just Can’t Get Enough” have, and simply pointing out that they’re not as morose as later Depeche Mode songs isn’t a worthwhile criticism of them. While I enjoy a lot of more gothic music myself, I think a work of art that elicits the emotion of joy has as much of a shot at being a Great Album as one that wants to make us angry, sad, or afraid. On that note, I’ve reached the end of my video--as always, thanks for listening.

Music: “New Life”

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Lemon's Misadventures in Dating, Chapter 6 (Lemon x Everyone) - Mermelada

A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s chapter 6, as seen on Ao3! I found out that Lemon’s irl mum is Scottish, so naturally, I had to include her as a character and base her on my own! More is coming soon, so watch this space! :D I love you all!!

[07:24] HEY GIRL!

[07:24] I’m so sorry but I ate your sister for breakfast

[07:24] She was a grapefruit lololololol

[07:24] I’m sorry please don’t hate me

[07:24] But she was delicious

[07:25] So what’s the tea on Little Miss Lemon? I want to know everything! What’s your favourite type of pasta?

Lemon read the messages again as she sat at the kitchen island, sipping her coffee. She couldn’t help but smile. That was not what she was expecting at all from Priyanka, she looked so poised and regal in all her photos, yet in reality she was coming across as a complete goofball. Although it had been three hours now, and she was still awaiting a reply.

[09:58] Umm how fucking dare you?

[09:58] Don’t even expect me to respond to that until I get a full apology, you murderer.

Was the joke not obvious? Fuck, what if she thinks I’m serious? But then she started it…

“What’s got you smiling, princess?”

She jumped with shock as her mum walked through the door, placing her handbag on the counter and opening the fridge door. She knew her mum only worked a half-day on Thursdays, but her sudden appearance was a surprise nonetheless. Lemon felt like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t be.

“Oh, nothing,” she sang, quickly locking her phone and putting it back in her pocket, away from prying eyes, “how was work?”

“Well you’re not acting like it was nothing,” teased her mum, moving around the kitchen in a blur as she prepared her lunch. “Is it a girl?”

Lemon failed to hide the blush rising on her face, she knew her mum meant no harm, but she was not prepared to get into a conversation about dating and hookups with her so early in the day, and with so little alcohol to hand. “Muuuuuuuuum” she groaned, hoping that the coolness of her hands would remove the redness as she placed her chin in her palms.

“I’m just glad you’re happy, darling, you deserve it after the summer you’ve had!” Lemon couldn’t deny that her mum had been an absolute angel these last few months. She listened to Lemon way back when she had first admitted that things weren’t working like they should be, and never once offered any judgement or tried to convince her to stay. She had even helped Lemon move her things out of her old apartment as quickly as was humanly possible for the pair of them, while she was at work. “Are you up to date with your tetanus shots though, because you’ll need one if she’s doing that to you!”

Just when Lemon felt she couldn’t get any redder, her mum’s finger was poking the mottled bruise peeking out from under the loose collar of her t-shirt, her whole body burning as her mind flashed back to the moment it had been placed there… the body above her trembling, grabbing a handful of platinum hair as they grinded against each other’s thighs, the muffled cries in French… “Oh my god, mum, please stop!”

“What?! You can’t just disappear for two nights in a row and not expect me to be curious! What’s her name?”

She audibly groaned at her mother’s prying tone, laying her head on the cold marble countertop. “Mum, I love you, but I am not having this conversation with you right now!”

Fucking Rita, I’m sure she’ll find this funny at least, Lemon made a mental note to text the other woman later, wondering if she’s had any similar happenings with her work colleagues, or if she had enough experience - and common sense - to hide the evidence of her Tinder trysts better. At least she had put on leggings after waking up today, as shorts would have only showcased an even more incriminating patchwork of colourful marks across her inner thighs.

Her mum simply smiled and wrapped an arm around her from behind the high kitchen chair, planting an affectionate kiss on her daughter’s temple. “Well, you know what I always say, pumpkin, as long as you’re happy and safe, go out there and have fun! Are dental dams still a thing? Do you need some?”

Lemon could only muster a grunt in response, her head making an audible bang as she threw it onto the counter, deeply wishing that the conversation was over. Right on cue, she felt the phone in her pocket buzz with a new notification. She practically leapt off her seat, ready to run to the safety of her bedroom. “Well, on that note, I’m going to remove myself from this deeply uncomfortable situation. Thank you, mother!”

“Ooh is that her texting you? When are you seeing her next?” The enthusiastic questions fell - as her mum expected - on deaf ears, Lemon gulping down the remainder of her cold coffee and placing the empty mug in the sink.

When she finally reached her safe haven, she pushed the door closed and jumped back on the bed. Despite knowing her parents wouldn’t mind at all, she still wasn’t ready to admit she was trying to move on, let alone with an assortment of random ladies from the Greater Toronto Area. She grabbed at her phone excitedly, her eyes lighting up when she saw that Priyanka had finally answered.

[13:35] My dearest Lemon, I must beg for your forgiveness, for I have sinned gravely. Upon awakening from my slumber and entering my cooking chamber, my stomach began to sing a dreadful tune. In the search for something to quell its anger, I encountered a grapefruit, as cute as your face and as juicy as your ass probably is. With no other option, I slaughtered it, dressed it with some sugar, and devoured its flesh. Would you please accept my most sincere apology in the form of a drink sometime?

This crazy bitch. No other interaction on the app had left Lemon feeling so giddy, her heart had sped up and her stomach was doing somersaults. Yes yes yes yes oh my god of course! Luckily her common sense kicked in, and she realised she should probably act a bit less… desperate.

[13:40] Let me think about it

[13:41] Loljk of course!

[13:41] Any day/time work best for you? I’m afraid I’m fully booked this weekend

[13:41] Mourning my sister and all

[13:41] (I mean the grapefruit btw sorry that could have been weird)

Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long for a response.

[13:42] LOL I’m glad it didn’t turn dark

[13:42] Any night that’s not a school day is best for me!

[13:43] Speaking of which I better get back and entertain some little people, ttyl xo

[13:43] KIDS, btw, just in case xx

Lemon shook her head as she smiled, Priyanka was certainly something else. Cute, funny, sexy… hopefully she didn’t ruin it by having bad breath or murderous tendencies. She couldn’t explain it, she already felt something special about the girl, something she hadn’t felt since- no. Let’s not ruin a good thing by thinking about her. But the more she looked at Priyanka’s profile, the more memories of Juice kept flooding her mind. Taking a moment, she sat on the floor, stretching her legs out in front of her and breathing deeply and rhythmically, a makeshift meditation to nip any panic in the bud.

Is it still too soon? Maybe I’m not ready to be moving on if I still think about her so much, and if I still get so emotional doing so. Images of the former couple danced around her head; walking hand in hand, snuggling on the couch under blankets, even just helping each other cook, or drinking coffee in bed on a rainy morning. I thought it was what I wanted, but maybe I was wrong. She sat silently for a few minutes, trying her best to think of nothing but a dark sky filled with distant, twinkling stars, but even that took her mind back to the nights they’d spend wandering around their neighbourhood, talking about their hopes and dreams, where they’d live once they got married, how many cats and dogs it was acceptable to have. It seemed like the natural course for them, but not everything can work out the way people want it to.

She didn’t know whether it was the buzz of her phone on the bed behind her, or Gus’s gentle panting as he pushed through the door which awoke her from her semi-trance, but she took the opportunity to stand up and shake the stiffness out of her body. It was a natural impulse to bring her hands to her eyes to wipe away her tears, but she was pleasantly surprised to not find any there today. Maybe things were getting better after all.

She and Gus both slid onto her bed, the dog circling three times before plopping himself down in the crook of Lemon’s elbow, which she rewarded with a firm scratch under his chin. Picking up her phone, it buzzed again in her hand with messages from Rita.

Dr Rita <3 [14:02] shared a link

Dr Rita <3 [14:05] Bonjour! How are you today, mon citron? I had a nap after work and I am now ready for the gym :-O Last night a colleague told me about this dance school where his daughters go, a teacher is pregnant and will need someone to cover the classes when she is off. I thought of you :-) I hope you slept better than a baby! X

Dr Rita <3 [14:06] Also I found a bruise on my ass yesterday, I was in pain every time I was sitting down, thank you very much…

Lemon had always believed in fate to some degree, and upon seeing the link Rita had sent, she had no doubt that destiny had been on her side during the events of the last few days. She stared at the familiar tan bricks of her old dance school, the smiling face of her old principal teacher finally giving her the push she needed to get back in the saddle. She threw on a pair of jeans and a woolen cardigan, replying to Rita with one hand as she pulled on her ankle boots with the other.

[14:10] Merci merci, I’ll check it out!! Have fun at the gym, you crazy pomme! How was sexy kidney lady?

[14:11] And de rien 😘 my mum saw the one on my neck today, she thinks I’m being bullied 😞

Jumping down the stairs two at a time and shouting a quick goodbye to her mum - closing the door before she could hear the inevitable embarrassing reply - she walked as quickly as her legs could possibly take her to the dance school, a path she had already walked hundreds of times throughout her childhood. Even if they said no, she would sign up to classes or find some auditions, how could this not be a sign from the universe to start dancing again? As she reached the heavy iron door, she checked her phone one last time.

Dr Rita <3 [14:14] Courage, ma belle! They would be idiots to not want you! Well, she made me my favourite tea and told me she liked my lipstick, so I think we are married now?

Dr Rita <3 [14:16] And I am so sorry! :-( Do you have arnica cream? I hope your mother knows it was at your request? ;-)

She had really lucked out with Rita, she needed a good friend like her in her corner right now. And as she stepped inside, navigating the bright corridors to the principal’s office, she was really glad she’d downloaded Tinder.

#rpdr fanfiction #drcan #mermelada #lemon #priyanka #rita baga #kyne #kiara #juice boxx #submission #lmid #can1

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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Rating/Genre: NSFW, Modern AU Characters: Rengoku Shinjurō x F!Reader, Mentions of Sanemi x F!Reader Chapters: 2/10 Summary: Shinjurō and (Y/n) are in a D/s arrangement, but he wants more so he tries to lay the world at her feet in the hopes that she would say yes to being his. Unfortunately, (Y/n) shoots him down every time, since she’s not swayed by his money or influence.But Shinjurō is more determined than ever to keep her, so he will stop at nothing to keep her for himself. Warnings: Smut, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, D/s Themes, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Unsolicited (but not unwanted) Dick Pic

NOTE: Thank you so much for all the feedback, bbys! I honestly didn’t expect this to get the attention that it’s gotten so far. LIke, omg. I’m so happy. And just... thank you! 💜✨

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(Y/n) raced through the dark streets, revving up her car’s engine as she overtook two cars on the highway. Normally, she would be much more careful because she didn’t want to get caught for speeding, but she wanted to get back to her house and change as soon as humanly possible.

If it meant seeing Shinjurō sooner, then she would risk it and break a few speeding laws. After all, it wasn’t something that her PR team couldn’t sweep under the rug.

She shifted gears the moment she passed the two other cars, going up to the sixth gear to increase her speed— effectively leaving her non-competitors behind in the dust. And in no time at all, they were nothing but a speck in her rearview mirror.

Had her lover seen that little stunt, however, she was sure that the self-satisfied smirk on her face wouldn’t even dare to show itself. He would most likely punish her for being so reckless, even though she was more than capable of handling herself; though, she didn’t really mind his punishments.

From its magnetic holder on the dashboard, her phone lit up with a notification which read:

My cock’s so hard, baby.

She almost swerved right into a barrier when she read it, because it had her feeling all sorts of horny— enough to make her mind focus on nothing but Shinjurō’s dick for a brief second.

And, to make matters worse— or better— her phone pinged once more with a preview of an image that made her mouth go dry. Immediately, her index finger swiped the message open and typed in her passcode.

“Fuck me,” (Y/n) muttered under her breath, while her gaze flickered between the picture of Shinjurō’s cock on her phone, to the road ahead of her.

The head was already leaking precum, while his hand gripped the base of his erection to show her that he was already getting started without her. The vein that ran along his length was so pronounced as well— making her lick her lips subconsciously. She wanted nothing more than to have that inside her— either in her mouth or her pussy, or even her ass; she didn’t really mind as long as Shinjurō fucked her.

At that thought, she shook her head and focused on the road instead of her own lust. It was difficult, since her eyes always strayed over to the picture on her phone— but she locked the device to help her focus on her main task of getting home in one piece.

After a few more minutes, and haphazard drifting around sharp corners, (Y/n) finally made it to her sizeable home in the middle of Azabu.

To say that she was impatient as she waited for a housekeeper to open the gates for her was an understatement. Her fingers drummed against the steering wheel incessantly, while her eyes stayed on the dormant phone on her dashboard.

Her hands itched to reach out and reply to her lover, but she didn’t want to frustrate herself even more. Because to feed in to his teasing was to fuel her own desires, and she didn’t need herself feeling so overly horny while making the half hour drive to their home.

(Y/n) hit the horn twice once more, before sighing huffily and turning off the lights as well as the engine. She got her purse from the passenger seat, then threw her phone in it, before exiting the car and locking it behind her.

She looked up at the tall gate in front of her, then at the ode to modern Japanese architecture that was her house— before sighing once more. If she were to be honest, she preferred the warmer aura that hers and Shinjurō’s home radiated, as opposed to the cold and foreboding atmosphere that the house in front of her exuded.

If she could live in Saitama permanently with the Rengoku Group’s Chairman himself— without being judged for it— then she would have done so in a heartbeat.

But that was nothing but a pipe dream. She wasn’t deluded enough to think that he wouldn’t eventually get tired of her.

Her heels clacked against the pavement, as she walked up to the smaller side gate and pressed the doorbell incessantly. After waiting for almost a minute, she was close to bursting with irritation that she wanted to yell and throw a tantrum, but she held herself back as one of her housekeepers answered.

“Oh my, (Y/n)-sama,” The older woman gasped out; her words colored with fear as she saw the dark look on her mistress’ features. “The young miss is here. Hurry.”

No matter how hard she tried to keep herself from doing so, she still found herself glaring at the older woman. Normally, she was nice and extremely considerate of her housekeepers and other employees, but one thing she hated was being kept waiting.

“Just let me in,” The (L/n) heiress growled out, before adding, “Please.”

The moment that she heard the lock on the gate unlatch itself, she marched through and closed it behind her— unmindful of the barrage of people headed towards her with panic clearly displayed on their features.

She wanted to be mad, as they weren’t alert enough to have heard her blaring her horn in such a quiet area but— at the same time— she wasn’t so stuck up in her ass that she didn’t think that they had nothing else to do other than wait around for her. Partly, it was her fault for not telling anyone that she was already on her way back.

But it wasn’t the time for that discussion at that moment. So, she pressed her car keys into hands the first person to reach her, before saying, “Please take the car inside and put it in the garage. And also, please get the white Civic ready.”

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After changing into less flashy clothes— which consisted of a plain sundress and sandals— she immediately set off towards Saitama, with just one short text to Shinjurō:

I’ll be home soon, daddy.😘

And she was. In her haste to see him, she cut her travel time by ten minutes. However, she didn’t even bother to stow the car in the garage— as it was seemingly plain for the purpose of not arousing suspicion.

Instead, she left it out in the driveway; out in plain view next to Shinjurō’s grey 2019 Mazda 6. She was confident enough to park it out there, even though their home didn’t have an actual gate, but merely had high concrete fences to ward people off their property.

Almost the entirety of Japan knew that she drove a Porsche Panamera— and had owned much flashier cars before that— which stood to reason that no one would think that she would drive a seemingly-plain 2018 Honda Civic.

It wasn’t part of her plan to get it at first, but when Shinjurō had pointed out how her car was going to be easily recognizable, she immediately made an investment— by using one of her housekeepers to purchase the car under their name.

The plan wasn’t entirely foolproof, as it could still be traced back to her if the media tried hard enough, but it was the best solution that they could come up with— so that (Y/n) wouldn’t have to rely on a driver or anyone else to drop her off.

(Y/n)’s fingers fiddled with the key fob in her right hand— more in restless anticipation than anything else— before locking the car behind her.

She then fished for the keys to the front door inside her bag and quickly entered the house. No time was wasted after that, as she locked the door behind her and immediately stripped herself of her clothing.

“I’m home!” Her voice rang out in the seemingly empty home, as she placed her purse on the table right by the front door.

Shamelessly, (Y/n) flung her dress to the floor, before unhooking her bra clasp and throwing the lacy material at her feet as well. She would have to pick those up in the morning— but she couldn’t care less about those now.

All the while, her feet brought her closer and closer to hers and Shinjurō’s bedroom on the second floor, and she could feel her anticipation building up inside her. Because, after almost two weeks without seeing each other, she was going to finally be with him again.

With only her panties on— the very ones that her lover claimed were his favorite— the young woman entered their bedroom.

Shinjurō’s cock was still so hard even though almost an hour had passed since he’d sent the dick pic, since he merely kept stroking it to keep it ready for his baby.

Slowly, a smirk lifted the corners of his lips, and he crooked his right hand’s index finger at her. “Come here, baby.”

Nothing and no one could have kept (Y/n) from following her lover’s orders, even if they tried.

She practically skipped over to where he was on the bed, before moving to straddle his hips. “Hi, Daddy.”

Slowly, the older man’s hands made their way into her hair— tangling in the soft strands before tugging gently. He then pulled her down for a chaste kiss. “Did you miss me?”

“I did, Daddy. So much.” (Y/n) nodded, and leaned down once more to taste his lips a second time.

“Were you a good little slut for me? Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

“I didn’t. I promise. I was a good little slut for you.” She purred, before nipping at her lover’s lips. Her heart was racing so uncontrollably in her chest with just a kiss from him, and that was one of the things that she loved the most about being with him— simply being near him sent her heart out of control, in a way that Sanemi never could.

“Really now?” Shinjurō chuckled, as a self-satisfied grin made its way onto his lips. “Turn around and show Daddy that tight cunt.”

Instantaneously, (Y/n) got off of her lover’s hips, before getting down on all fours near the end of the bed. And she almost mewled when she felt Shinjurō’s warm hands squeeze the globes of her ass, before taking her panties by the sides and pulling them down to her knees.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet already. Such a filthy fucking slut.” The older man growled, before bringing a hand down and landing a spank on one of her ass cheeks.

The action made (Y/n) gasp in surprise, before devolving into quiet whimpers when her lover began landing hit after hit on each of her cheeks. Every sufficient slap had her gripping the sheets tighter, as her toes curled in pleasure.

She’d mentally counted up to ten, when she felt his warm breath fanning across her slit. “I’ve missed this pretty little cunt.”

And with that, Shinjurō licked a stripe up her folds, teasing her entrance with the tip of his tongue before moving down to take her clit into his mouth. He gently nipped at the tiny nub, playing it perfectly with his teeth, while his tongue flicked it back and forth.

(Y/n)’s moans were so sinful and loud, as the room was soundproofed specifically because Shinjurō loved to hear the noises she made while being pleasured.

“Please, Daddy! I’m so close,” She pleaded desperately, as Shinjurō didn’t let up on his assault on her pussy. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, while her hands pulled at the sheets beneath her, so he decided to have mercy on her and let her cum.

After all, he loved his baby too much to let her suffer any longer.

His fingers joined in the foray; with his index and middle finger sliding inside her tight cunt and making scissoring motions to prepare her for his cock. However, it was when he curled them and began pumping his hand that she let out the loudest moan he’d heard from her.

Apparently, being subjected to almost two weeks without any sexual relief had taken its toll on her.

“That’s it, baby. Tell Daddy how much you want it, and then I’ll give you my cock,” Shinjurō muttered gruffly, as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her. “You want that, don’t you? To take Daddy’s dick like the cockslut that you are.”

“Yes, Daddy! I want you to feel your cock inside me. Please fill me up with your cum. Please!” (Y/n) cried, almost desperate as her last plea came out like a sob from her lips.

And in turn, Shinjurō relented and pulled his fingers out of her— lifting them up to his lips and sucking them clean— before gripping his cock with one hand, while the other held her left hip. Then slowly, he pushed the head of his dick inside her; which earned a relieved moan from his younger lover.

“Thank you, Daddy,” She murmured through blissed out sighs. “Thank you. Fuck-”

The last exclamation had been gasped out, as he pushed his cock all the way in and hit the entrance of her womb in that one move. And slowly, he pulled his dick back out— letting the head drag along her tight walls— before thrusting back in, and slowly establishing a rough and borderline punishing pace.

Every thrust had her ass jiggling so beautifully, that Shinjurō couldn’t resist not landing a few more smacks to the already-red cheeks.

(Y/n) was close to delirious with pleasure, as her lover worked her expertly. Both hands were once again on either side of her hips, as he practically slammed himself inside her. Her arms shook with the strain of being fucked so roughly until, eventually, they gave in.

It left her with her cheek pressed against the mattress, but she couldn’t care less if her makeup got ruined. She would rather have had it ruined through sex than through anything else, really.

And when she thought things couldn’t get any better, Shinjurō leaned down over her and pressed his lips against her shoulder. He then trailed kisses up to the crook of her neck, which highly contradicted the brutal pace that he was fucking her in, before biting down on her sensitive skin.

It wasn’t a hard bite, but it was enough to have her eyes rolling to the back of her head— as her neck was one of the most sensitive areas on her body.

“Fuck, baby. I’m going to fill you up with so much cum that you get pregnant,” The older man muttered gruffly against her skin, then trailed his lips up to her ear before biting down on the shell of it. “You want that don’t you? To get pregnant with my child, so that we can stop fucking hiding.”

The last bit shook (Y/n) out of her sex-induced reverie, but she could only gasp as her lover readjusted the angle of his hips so that he was brushing against all of the right spots inside her with every drag of his cock along her walls.

She couldn’t deny that she wanted that— badly— but she also knew that it wasn’t the wisest choice for both of them. Being together publicly would cause so much controversy; and that would spell disaster for both of their careers.

Still, she didn’t have the heart to tell him no— at least, not while she was getting fucked within an inch of her life.

Once more, a hazy cloud of lust fogged up her brain, and she found herself moaning so wantonly as Shinjurō kept fucking her. Every thrust brought her closer to her own orgasm, until the tight coil in her abdomen felt like it had snapped.

Her pussy clamped down on his cock, while her walls pulsed around him while her orgasm coursed through her— as if trying to milk all the cum out of him. Still, through that, Shinjurō kept moving his hips as he tasted his own release on the tip of his tongue.

The hands on either side of (Y/n) balled themselves up into fists, while the man above her pushed his hips flush against her ass— if only to press the head of his cock right against her womb as he painted her walls with his cum.

Completely breathless and nowhere near sated, Shinjurō leaned down once more and pressed his lips to the back of (Y/n)’s neck. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

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#rengoku shinjuro #rengoku shinjuro x reader #shinjuro rengoku #kny shinjuro #kny x reader #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #jen writes

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writerpeach · 5 years

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Twice Sana

Categories: smut, male reader, university AU

3971 words

NSFW 18+

The formatting on this got fucked up for some reason because Tumblr sucks and I don’t feel like fixing it.

Minatozaki Sana was always up to no good. The fact that she mentioned studying in a serious manner made you suspicious, but you went along with it anyways. Sana wasn't one for studying, especially not at this early hour.

You went along with Sana’s early morning ruse, as you had nothing better to do after all. Classes didn’t start for another hour, there was plenty of time to kill. Sana’s plans always seem to involve some kind of public indecency involving nudity, intercourse, or some other act of depravity.

Sana’s excuse was she lived in dorms, while you lived off-campus. Dorm life made it hard to find privacy, so you took all the risks you could for just a few minutes of pleasure, even if it meant a high chance of getting caught. It honestly made your private sessions in the dorm a little vanilla.

Sana guided you down the lower floor of the University library, pretending to scan the shelves, looking for a book she insisted was real. You doubted its existence, but played along as she struggled to keep up her little charade, using no less than three different names to describe the same thing.

“Ah, here it is, ” Sana says, stopping at a row of shelves full of dust, ones that didn’t seem to be used that often.

“You actually found the book you were looking for?”

“It’s not a book...but I did find what I was looking for,” Sana says, as she pins her small, tight body against your own. Her lips collide with yours, and you taste the sweet flavor of her lip gloss as her tongue finds and dances with your own.

“Sana...you said you needed to study.”

“And I do. I just didn’t say what I was going to study.” Sana giggles, and unexpectedly you feel her hand slip inside your jeans, down into your underwear she begins to jerk off your cock.

“Fuck...Sana...we can’t do this here,” you say as you feel her slim fingers wrap around your dick.

“Oh? But I don’t see anybody. If you want me to stop I can.”

“No...I don’t.”

“That’s what I thought. Now relax.”

You looked around to check your surroundings as Sana began to undo your pants. It wasn’t even 9am yet and Sana already found herself on her knees.

“Relax,” Sana repeated, as she yanked your pants and boxers down to your ankles, freely able to continue slowly stroking your hard cock as it leaked over her fingers.

Those gorgeous eyes of hers look up at you, and without any hesitation on her part Sana gives your stiff cock long, deliberate flicks of her tongue from base to tip, lathering it up nicely with her saliva. She continues to pump your cock in her delicate hand, spitting on your shaft to wetten for her.

“I could get used to this kind of studying,” you say with a satisfied grin. Sana gives your cock a few more quick pumps, and wanting to extend your pleasure she wraps her pretty red lips around your cock and takes you into her warm welcoming mouth.

You let a deep breath out, closing your eyes for the first opening moments of pleasure. You no longer had any worries about being caught, all you cared about how good Sana was making you feel at this very moment.

As you open your eyes and gander down you love what you see, the familiar sight of Sana Sana on her knees, bobbing her head up and down, hungrily sucking your dick.

Sana’s soft lips glide up and down the length of your shaft, coating it in an endless supply of warm saliva as her pretty little mouth reaches the base of your cock. She stays there for what feels like minutes, her gaze unbroken as she stares up at you with every last inch of your cock down her throat.

“God, you’re so good at that.”

Sana’s uses her eyes to accept your compliment, giving your cock one loud, intense slurp to show her appreciation.

She lets your drool covered cock release from her warm mouth, making sure not to neglect your balls as her mouth licks and slurps each swollen testicle loudly, using her dainty hand to stroke your cock.

“Like that baby? You like me sucking your cock where anyone can see?”

“I love it. Feels good, feels so damn good.”

It was too much to handle already as Sana takes your cock back into her mouth, sucking you off sloppily, using only her mouth to please you as she gripped your thighs to brace herself.

You run your hand through her pretty blonde locks, awestruck by how such a gorgeous girl could be doing such a lewd act in public. The thought leaves your mind by a seductively deep slurp, and you feel your cock hit the big of Sana’s throat, her tongue wildly flicking the underside of your head. You couldn’t take much more.

“Sana...I’m gonna cum...”

Her eyes light up at your announcement, and you eagerly await next few moments, the pleasure unfolding as you were about to empty into her pretty mouth.

You once again close your eyes as your orgasm approaches, awaiting that sweet release to take over your body. Just as it is about to arrive it suddenly it stops in its tracks as Sana abruptly removes her lips from your cock entirely, your pleasure completely stripped and taken from you at the last second.

“Shit, I have to get to class,” Sana says with a devilish smirk on her face as she stands upright, leaving your hard cock now dripping.

“Sana, what the hell? Wait-”

She was gone in a flash, leaving you a confused, frustrated mess with your pants around your ankles.

None of her classes were until the afternoon, and you feel completely dumbfounded by the fact of what had just happened.

You let out an annoyed sigh and quickly pull your pants and boxers up, hoping nobody would see, while doing your best to think of any unsexual thoughts to help soften your erection.

Sana had played you, and you had never expected her to construct such a devious plan. You had to give her credit for turning the tables on you at the last second.

You stared up at the clock in front of you, annoyed as if it were mocking you. Your first class started in twenty minutes, and it would take that long just to get there. Not even time to finish yourself off in a bathroom. Three long classes to go. It was going to be a long day at the hands of one Minatozaki Sana.

On the way to your first class your phone vibrated.

>Sana: I hope you enjoyed my little gift. 😉

>You: I didn’t. I have class, Sana.

>Sana: Aw, don’t be mad. You’re cute when you’re so riled up. When you’re done you can come fuck my brains out, but for now you should really focus on your studies. 😛

You frustratedly shove your phone back in your pocket without any response, hoping it would be the only message she would send.

It wasn’t.

Sana knew your schedule. At the beginning of each class she sent just one pic, perfectly timing it just as your class would start.

The first was a picture of Sana's hand, her slick juices clearly visibly dripping off her fingers.

>Look how wet I am, baby. I’ve been touching myself for almost an hour because you aren’t here to satisfy me so I’m going to have to do it myself.

This was going to be a long fucking day indeed.

One class down, but you dreaded the other two. Right on schedule Sana’s next message arrives. The next image was her bent over, skirt pulled up high and her thong clad ass in plain view, a damp spot visibly soaking through.

> Bet you'd love to spank this tight ass of mine? Make my cheeks sting until they’re bright red for wouldn't you?

Sana’s teasing was relentless. You regretted opening your phone every time it buzzed.

The final image came purposely late. You thought she was done with her game, but half an hour into your last class it arrived. You tried to ignore it, but curiosity got to you.

It was Sana back in your apartment, completely naked in a pair of white high heels, legs spread wide and a vibrator in her pussy, an obvious puddle underneath her crotch. You regret giving her a spare key.

>Don't you wish your cock was in my pussy instead of this cold, lonely vibrator?

You didn't respond to any of her messages, but she knew you had seen them. You frustrations only increased with every message you opened, as did the pain in your crotch from lack of release. You had to power through.

You still had an hour to go and she was killing you.

In one final blow she sends one more message. Not a picture this time. An audio clip titled Sana needs you. It was over a minute long, and she knew you couldn't listen to it.

Listening in the bathroom certaintly was an option, but that would just prolong her torture. You weren't going to let her win.

The last two hours of your class felt like a week. Sana was in your head and you hated it. The only thing you could focus on was how good how lips felt as she blew you, and you wanted nothing else but to relive that incredible feeling. Mercifully your class ends, and you hightail it out of there.

You make it back to your apartment, cautiously opening the door, unsure what surprise would be in store for you. Sana had made a trail of her clothes leading to the bedroom, at the end was her naked body on the bed, fingers still inside herself, moaning determined to keep her teasing up to the very last second.

"Did you get my messages? I haven't heard anything from you all day. l thought maybe you had to go jerk off in the bathroom.

You give Sana a look, one of frustration and anger that says everything you needed to say. Sana giggles, as you look and see her naked body in the flesh, sheets soaked through from what seemed to be from hours of touching herself.

“You owe me new sheets.”

“Oh? If anything your sheets are better now. Now that they’re stained with me. Now what are you waiting for? Are you going to fuck me or do I have to keep doing it myself?. I’ve been here all day.”

You couldn’t take your clothes off any faster as Sana continued to touch herself, rubbing her hands all over her tight body. Your clothes fell in a heap on the ground, and you quickly climb the bed.

You run your middle finger between her slit to find your fingertip covered in Sana’s nectar.

“You’re drenched, Sana,” you tell her as you spread her legs wide for you, not even bothering to take her heels off.

“I am. I came so many times, I couldn’t take it anymore. You just kept me waiting so long, baby.” Sana says with the biggest smirk.

"Must have been nice," you respond, with obvious annoyance in your voice.

You aim your cock with her wet pink lips, pressing against her warm opening, staring deeply into Sana’s lust-glazed eyes, ready to completely take her.

“Fuck me.”

Her inviting words were all you needed. You swing your hips forward and push your hard cock into Sana, parting the wet, warm, and tight walls of her pussy.

Sana moans at the feel of first penetration, blonde hair goes flying as she tilts her head back in pleasure.

"Just like that baby, fill me with every inch of you."

Sana’s flesh squeezes your needy cock as you enter her deeper, and with both hands on her soft, luscious thighs you begin to fuck her.

You don’t give her a single second to adjust to you, she didn’t deserve that after all. You bury your hard cock deep inside her tight dripping pussy, and you begin to pound away at her.

“Oh, oh fuck! That feels so good, i’ve needed you, I’ve needed your cock inside me!”

It felt so damn good. Sana was always so tight, and so wet, especially now after touching herself for so long she was completely saturating your cock with her juices.

You give yourself a few moments to lose yourself in the pleasure that her body was giving you while you pump in and out of her with your cock in a perfect rhythm. Her overflowing juices help to lubricate your cock as you watch your shaft enters and exit between her thighs, the pleasure on her pretty face completely overtaking her.

“Deeper baby, let me feel all of you.”

You do everything you can to accommodate Sana’s request, lifting her legs up and resting your forearms on her thighs, let her feet hover in the air as you fill her tight little pussy as deep as your cock will possibly go until you complete bottom her out.

Sana’s moans increase, both in volume and intensity, letting you know you have succeeded.

“Yes, baby, just like that! You’re so fucking deep in me, don’t stop!”

Every thrust into Sana brought a new series of moans. You savored the way she felt, the way her pussy wrapped around your cock as you fucked her. You loved the sounds she made, and the way her eyes glazed ever in pleasure. Her pussy tightened even more around you, flooded you with even more of her juices, and you knew you were going to make her cum soon.

“You feel so big inside me, baby. You’re so deep, baby, I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!”

You continue to fuck Sana as she tightens more around you, feeling her pussy pulsate around your dick to signal her upcoming climax. She was almost there, and as your own form of revenge you pull out of her and deny her orgasm at the last possible moment.

“Fuck! Baby!”

“Two can play this game,” you say with a smirk as your run your tip between her wet folds, giving her a few gentle slaps with cock as Sana whines.

“Ahh, please baby, put it back in me!”

You grab her hands and pull her up until she’s in a sitting position, kissing her lips and laughing to yourself at her being to one that was frustrated.

“We’re even now. Now come sit on this cock.”

Sana whines again as you lay down beside her, eyes focused on her scrumptious ass as she gets up and climbs onto your crotch. She carefully places her legs on either side of your thighs with her petite back facing you, reaching behind her to grab your cock, glistening with her own juices and lines it up with her pussy.

Sana doesn’t want to spend another second empty and slowly lowers herself onto your cock. You can’t help but stare as her pink splayed lips accept your cock, and in one quick motion Sana slams her ass against your crotch and impales her pussy with the entirety of your cock.

Sana gasps at the intense sensation of the new position, able to take you that much deeper inside her. She settles into making herself comfortable and begins grinding on your dick, hips gyrating back and forth. Sana uses your thighs to brace herself as she starts her own rhythm, slamming her body against your own, riding your cock without a care in the world.

“Baby...you feel so good inside me…”

You’re content to enjoy the show for the first few minutes, lying motionless as you watch your cock disappear in between Sana’s cheeks as she fucks herself. With every enter and exit into her tight opening her pink lips grip your cock tightly, keeping you inside her as her perfectly sculpted ass bounces with every slam against your crotch.

Sana moans lustfully every time she impales herself on you, and you grab a handful of her plump asscheek, squeezing it firmly.

“Feel good baby? Like that cock inside? You like riding me?” you ask Sana as you give her ass a quick loud slap.

She only answers with a moan in response and leans her body back to continue riding you, granting easier access to all of her. You take advantage of this and reach around her chest, grabbing her round perky breasts and squeezing them both, feeling their warmth as you caress them.

Sana moans louder as you continue to massage and caress her tits, now playing with and pinching her hard sensitive nipples, working the nubs in between your fingers.

You feel Sana get even tighter, even wetter as one hand makes it way down her firm toned stomach in between her thighs, beginning to rub her swollen clit.

“Fuck, baby! I’m gonna cum...fuck...I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop...baby...please…”

“I would never. Cum for me, Sana. Cum all over my cock.”

Sana does as instructed. Her orgasm is loud and messy with her thighs shaking and quivering as she climaxes hard, squeezing your dick tight and pulsating intensely as a flood of her sweet juices stain your crotch. You do your best to help her ride it out, gently caressing her lower back her while aftershocks run their course over her body.

Her body gradually stops shaking, and you kiss her back and neck while she recovers, tasting the light taste from her sweat as you pepper her upper torso in kisses.

When you feel she was ready to continue you push her body forward. Sana gets the hint, moving her head down on the bed and lifting her beautiful ass up in the air, your cock still embedded in her pussy, not once leaving her body.

Sana still in her post-orgasm daze looks back at you, biting her lip as she gently whispers.

“Take me as rough as you want, baby. Use me. Fuck me. Cum in me.”

There would be time for that, but first you take the time to admire Sana’s bent over body. Every last deadly curve of her slim petite frame sculpted perfectly, a body that could simply be described as a gift from the heavens, one that you were about to ruin in the next few moments of passion.

“Fuck my brains out, baby. Like I said you could.”

You grab Sana’s full hips as you begin to thrust your cock inside her again, your pace deliberately slow, savoring every moment her body swallows you inside, taking the time to feel every bit of warmth and wetness of her silky folds as you fuck Sana from behind.

The slow pace was unbearable for both of you, and you quickly change it, moving your hands to the warm naked flesh of her ass cheeks and you begin to drill her tight pussy. Every thrust into Sana increases until you are roughly fucking her as hard and deep as your body is able to, burying your cock until her all the way to the hilt.

“Oh fuck, baby! Fuck me just like that! Pound my tight little pussy!”

Sana gets just what she wants. With a merciless pace you rock her body wildly, both bodies crashing together as you smack against her tight ass with every thrust. The sounds of warm flesh colliding as loud as can be, Sana’s moans now almost a scream as you are fucking her with every ounce of energy that you have left.

You use Sana to fuck your frustrations of the day out, to take your pleasure from and nothing else. Her hands flat in front of her, now grip the sheets tightly as you roughly slammed your cock in and out of her willing body, her lustful moans as loud and deep as they could go, letting you know just how good she was feeling.

You up the ante in your own way and grab a handful of her pretty blonde hair, forming a rough ponytail and pulling it back towards you as you drive your cock roughly in and out of Sana, not giving her a second to rest as you intend to take every bit of pleasure from you needed.

You were close, and you were going to finish inside Sana. Not in her pussy, not this time. You needed to finish in her pretty mouth, the way she took away from you earlier.

“Suck my dick, Sana. And finish the job this time,” you tell her as you withdraw your glistening cock out of her pussy and lay back down on the pillows.”

“Of course, baby,” Sana says with a smile on her lips, laying on her stomach right in front of your crotch. She takes you back into her warm mouth, tasting her own juices on your cock.

You already feel the tingles of an orgasm already, and within seconds of Sana’s magical blowjob she pushes you right over the edge.

“Shit, I’m cumming.”

Sana’s beautiful round eyes acknowledge you, this time confirming that there would be no denial. She would take you all the way to the point of no return and drive you past it.

You hold the back of her head down all the way against the base of your cock as you explode in Sana’s mouth, filling her throat with what felt like an endless amount of thick cum that was too much for her to handle as your load overflows and drips out of the corners of her pretty lips.

Sana does her best to contain your load, helping finish out your intense orgasm, sucking you completely dry until you’ve emptied every last drop into her mouth.

You watch as Sana swallows the huge load she has down her throat in two big gulps, giving your cock a bath with her tongue to clean up the remnants of your split semen before taking that down into her body as well.

“Guess I’m to blame for such a huge load, huh?” Sana says with a giggle as she strokes your sensitive cock, sucking your tip a few times just to watch you squirm, letting go with a loud, sexy pop as she fully finishes what she started.

You try to catch your breath as Sana licks her lips clean, ensuring not a drop of you goes wasted.

“Worth the wait, huh, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you answer faintly as the very last of your energy depletes, and Sana’s naked body crashes on yours as you both cuddle and fall asleep.

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svtmatokis · 4 years

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2: Going Shopping For Presents Together

I’m a day behind on this because work and sickness got in the way again (why does December bring a weak immune system?) but I’ll be posting Day 3 Right after :)

Pairing: Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Friends to Lovers

Words: 5203

“Where are you?” you asked through the phone as you looked around from your meeting spot near one of the Christmas trees.

“I’m almost there, we’re meeting in front of the tea shop right?” the person on the other line asked, “Oh wait, I think I see you.”

You turned your body to see if you could spot your best friend and froze when someone covered your eyes from behind.

“Guess who.” the voice said as you put your phone to your side and you turned around with a large grin only to come face to face with Taehyung who had a black mask covering his mouth.

The first thing you did was throw yourself into his arms. It had been close to three months since the two of you last met up and he promised you that he could go Christmas present shopping with you for his members. They had invited you to their annual Christmas dinner and you were more than excited to attend since you haven’t seen any of them for so long.

You and Taehyung met during the Christmas season back when he was a trainee. You were just an art student working as a barista to make ends meet at the time and he was working towards his debut. He accidentally spilled coffee over one of your paintings you were working on during your break and had been extremely apologetic about it.

You obviously forgave him at the time since it wasn’t a big deal and he promised to repay you in someway. What you didn’t expect was for him to come back a few months later after not seeing him for a while with a wooden box full of acrylic paint and state of the art brushes. You tried to reject the gift at first since you assumed that he was just some random student but after much insistence, he admitted that he had admired the painting he ruined and wanted to see more of your art.

After that, he would be a constant at the coffee shop where you were able to work on your paintings during your break and after work times and as time went on, a strong friendship developed.

What you weren’t aware of was that as the years went on, Taehyungs admiration for your paintings turned into admiration for you. After you graduated art school, you became a well known painter and had your work displayed in various galleries throughout Seoul. Though you were young, it was obvious that you had a lot of talent that people could only wish for. Your fan base only grew when few discovered that during one of your projects, you used Taehyung as your muse.

You had taken various photos that the two of you had taken during your days out and used them as inspiration which resulted in your Best Friends with the Flower Boy series which Taehyung bought quite a few of them from local galleries without your knowledge.

Between your busy schedules it was close to impossible to meet up but whenever Taehyung made a promise, he ensured to keep it. Especially when it came to you.

“I haven’t seen you in ages!” you said with a wide grin, “How was the tour?”

“It was good, boring without you obviously.” he responded with an equal grin, “You look good.”

“And you dyed your hair again.” you said ruffling his light brown locks, “Was pink not good enough?”

“Not for Christmas.” he stated, “Shall we get started?” he asked offering his arm which you took and the two of you started your walk down the street.

There were a few stores you knew you already wanted to go to but you knew that Taehyung also had a list of stores he’d been wanting to go to as well.

“What are you planning on getting the members?” he asked casually as the two of you entered a music shop where you were picking up Yoongi’s gift. He’d been talking about it during your text conversations as of late and you knew it would help him a lot with his music production so you went ahead and preordered it for him.

“Yoongs has been wanting this new piece of equipment so I went ahead and ordered it for him a few weeks ago and I got Nam the original copies of book he’s been wanting when I was in Paris a few months back. For the rest I’m not too sure.” you said putting your finger to your chin in thought, “Maybe new dance shoes for Hobi, headphones for Jimin, a cookbook for Jin and a gaming laptop for Kookie.”

You paused for a moment to talk to the sales associates regarding your order and as they disappeared to the back to retrieve it, Taehyung took the opportunity to ask you what you got him.

“You’ll find out when we do the gift exchange” you said with a grin leaving Taehyung to pout. “What you getting me?”

“My heart.” he said in a slight joking manner, making a heart with his fingers, though in reality he wasn’t.

Your eyes widened as a blush made its way to your cheeks as you took him seriously for a moment. No one knew, but you had been crushing on Taehyung for quite a while now, ever since he took you to once of his concerts and introduced you to his members about a year into your new found friendship. You never really did well with rejection so you never told him about it, plus you were already content with the friendship you already had.

Pushing him away slightly, you scoffed, “Please Tae, you know that only works with your fans.”

As the sales associate came back with the item you had gotten Yoongi, you quickly took the item from their hands and gave your thanks and bid them farewell before quickly walking out of the store and away from Taehyung. You just needed a few seconds to calm your fast beating heart.

Taehyung followed behind you just as fast and matched your walking pace. He saw the perplexed look on your face and thought it was because of something he said though in reality, you were frustrated with yourself.

How many times had you seen Taehyung “flirt” with his fans and pretended that it never bothered you? How many times had you been to his modelling shoots with other female models only to be introduced as his “best friend” while you watched the girls shamelessly flirt with him?

It was stupid and you shouldn’t have let that one comment bother you, especially if it was meant to be a joke but you’ve had feelings for Taehyung for so long and it was getting harder and harder to deny that seeing all that hurt you. But, you couldn’t say anything about it because he would never be yours and even some sort of Christmas miracle happened and he confessed to you, nothing would change.

He had an image to uphold and you didn’t want to change that. He was just a friendly person in general. Eventually, he would find someone he really cared about and you would try to get over him and heal your broken heart in your own way.

The two of you went to a few more stores where you shopped in silence. In the process, you were able to pick up Hoseok, Jimin and Jin’s Christmas gift and all that was left was Jungkooks laptop that you would order online.

By the end of it, Taehyung couldn’t take it anymore. He knew something was bothering you and he couldn’t figure out what it was. Throughout the shopping trip, he would ask your opinion on various item and you would respond but other than that, there really wasn’t any small talk or banter between the two of you.

As you walked out of the last store with both hands full of bags, Taehyung suggested stopping by a cafe for a break which you silently agreed to.

He watched your facial expressions as you looked out the window. You were absentmindedly stirring your coffee and the cake he had ordered for you remained untouched.

“Y/N” he said quietly causing you to stop midstir to look at him, though before he could continue, you both heard a shutter go off and panic rose as he thought that the paparazzi had found the two of you.

He was about to turn around to talk to the person who took the photo but your voice caught him off guard.

“Myungsoo?”

Taehyung watched as you got up to give the man behind the camera a gentle hug before proceeding to sit down again. The only thought in his mind at this moment was how the two of you knew each other.

“I thought it was you.” he said with a small grin and looked at Taehyung, “And this is…”

You looked between the two men and face palmed, “Right, where are my manners. Taehyung, this is Myungsoo formally known as L. We met at my last art exhibition in Paris a few months back.” you gestured with your hand, “Myungsoo, as you may already know, this is BTS’s Taehyung, a friend of mine.”

Taehyungs heart dropped when the word “friend” left your mouth. Not “best friend” but just “friend”. Giving the other man a tight smile, he held out his hand, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” the man said with a gentle smile before looking back at you, “I was wondering where you were. My manager had a meeting with yours and I was hoping to run into you.”

You raised your brows curiously, “What for?”

“My agency was intrigued with a piece you did back in Paris and wanted to purchase it. They also wanted to see if you were interested in appearing in one of my photobooks I plan to release in the coming months. I heard you were in the preparation process for your next exhibition.” he explained.

“That’d be cool.” you said with a slight nod, Taehyung temporarily forgotten as you went into business mode, “Why don’t you email me your vision and we can talk details, it probably won’t happen till the new year though…”

“That’s perfect really.” Myungsoo said before looking down at his watch, “I have a meeting to get to but I’ll email you what I have in mind later this week and we’ll have our management sort out the details.”

You grinned at your friend as you nodded your head, “Sounds great, I look forward to it. I’ll see you around then.”

“I’ll see you around.” Myungsoo said with a nod before bowing slightly at Taehyung, “It was nice meeting you.”

“Likewise.” Taehyung managed to say before Myungsoo was on his way.

After he was gone, Taehyung looked at you and noticed the lost look in your eyes once again.

“Do you want to know why Christmas is so important to me?” he asked out of the blue and you thought for a moment before shrugging your shoulders.

“Why?” you asked tilting your head to the side slightly, you knew that he really enjoyed the lights and the snow but other than that, you never really understood why he enjoyed the holiday so much.

“I met by best friend at this very cafe a few years back. I actually didn’t know we were going to be best friends though until a lot later.” he said with a soft smile, “I remember asking her to hang out once and unfortunately, Jungkook had to tag along but the reason I remember it so well was because he took this picture of the two of us.”

He took out his phone and showed you his lock screen which was one of the first pictures that Taehyung had taken with you in this very shopping district. The two of you looked more like silhouettes, but the grins on your faces were undeniable.

Looking at the picture brought back a lot of memories and to this day, the two of you did your Christmas shopping together every year. Be it online or at a mall, it was always done together. It was like a way to celebrate your friendiversary and you cherished every moment.

Then it hit you, for the longest time you had no idea what to get Taehyung for Christmas. How did you get someone who had everything anything? You even went as far as to message Jungkook about it and the ideas he gave you weren’t exactly your cup of tea since the only thing he told you was, “Tell him how you feel, it’ll be the greatest gift of all.”

After looking at that picture which you also had a copy of, you stood up quickly and picked up your bags, catching Taehyung off guard.

“Is everything okay?” he asked as he stood up with you, utterly confused.

“I know exactly what to get you for Christmas.” you said and threw on your hat, “I have to go though if I want to get it on time. I’ll see you later Tae!!”

You then blew out the door leaving an extremely confused Taehyung behind.

“Did she forget that we still had more shopping to do?” he asked himself with a slight pout and shrugged his shoulders all the while wondering what had gotten you so excited suddenly.

A few weeks later, you were at BTS’s annual Christmas party which was hosted at an apartment rented for the specific occasion. You had arrived late due to an unexpected email but even after showing up an hour later, it seemed that no one had noticed you had arrived.

You had originally thought that it was going to be a BTS exclusive party but upon arrival, you noticed various executives and even a new girl group the company was going to debut in attendance. You had noticed Taehyung with one specific person throughout the night and it was obvious she was flirting shamelessly with him and to you, looked like he was flirting back. The rest of the BTS members were scattered talking to several people and you didn’t want to interrupt so you kept a low profile.

You put the gifts except one under the tree and made yourself comfortable people watching from the kitchenette and it had been your resting place for close to an hour now. You were surprised no one had noticed your presence, that or they didn’t care.

“Hey, when did you get here?” a voice asked as an arm was thrown around your shoulder and you looked up to see Jungkook with a drink in his hand.

“About an hour ago.” you replied, “Something came up and I wasn’t sure I was going to make it.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? Tae’s been looking at his phone all night waiting for you.” Jungkook said as he leaned against the counter and the two of you looked at the sight before you where he and the girl were now sitting on the couch and the girl was chatting animatedly while Taehyung looked engaged. “Well he was…” Jungkook gave you a slight look of concern.

“We actually didn’t know till last minute that more people were going to be coming…” he tried to explain as you shrugged your shoulders trying not to look put out. “Did something happen between you two? Ever since he came back from shopping with you, he seemed a bit off.”

“He met Myungsoo.” you said as if that answered all his questions.

“And? I introduced the two of you like a year ago.” Jungkook said slightly confused, “When I was photographing one of your exhibitions. Tae was there too.”

“And he probably forgot. Myungsoo came to my Paris exhibition a few months back since he was in the area.” you explained, “We’re going to be collabing in the new year and he was at the cafe Tae and I were at.”

“Okay...that doesn’t explain things though. Tae seemed put off...like he just kept muttering to himself. Friend? Friend? I’m only a friend?” Jungkook said in his best Taehyung imitation.

“Oh, I introduced him as a friend to Myungsoo.” you said, your eyes still glued to the two. You wondered if Taehyung had actually noticed that you were there and was just ignoring you. You actually wouldn’t have put it past him considering how you’d been avoiding his texts and calls the last few weeks as you were holed up in your studio trying to finish his Christmas gifts. In fact, you were ignoring everyone as you spent most of your time on this project.

“Well that explains it.” Jungkook said with a slight roll of his eyes, “So are you going to tell him this year? You know he likes you too right?”

“Does he?” you asked, “I’ve been to over ten shoots with him this year and five shows and ALL of them I’ve seen the same thing. This is my best friend this, oh my best friend is an amazing painter that. Even if he did like me, would it stop him from being TOO overly nice with the other girls?” you asked him and let out a slight huff, “Even after all that, I wouldn’t want him to stop being who he is.”

You looked down at your watch, “Plus, this year wouldn’t be ideal anyways…” you muttered.

Your phone buzzed and you looked up to see Taehyung on his phone.

[9:59pm] Tae: Hey are you here yet? We’re going to be opening the gifts soon.

Jungkook read the message over your shoulder and scoffed, “If only he looked towards the kitchen…Why wouldn’t this year be ideal? Do we have to have the talk again?”

“I’m spending Christmas in Italy.” you said not responding to Taehyungs text, “I got the email yesterday and I spent the whole day packing. A client wants to meet and my manager booked the tickets without letting me know.” you gave Jungkook a sad smile, “I leave in a few hours and I don’t know if I’ll be back before the new year.”

“A client in Italy?” Jungkook asked eyes wide, he knew you were famous but he didn’t know you were THAT famous in the art world.

“Something about an exhibition they want me to contribute to.” you said and shook your head, “Anyways, I just wanted to stop by and give everyone their gifts. Remember, I told you this last year, my insecurities are too big for me to tell Tae how I feel and with my job taking me all over the world, it’ll never work even if he felt the same way. I’ve wished every year for a Christmas miracle. That something would change my mind but I guess I’ll just wait another year and hope for the best”

You handed him a medium sized canvas which was wrapped in glittering wrapping paper, “Give this to Tae for me would you? The rest of your gifts are under the tree.” You gave Jungkook a tight smile, “I have to get going though if I want to make my flight. I’ll make sure to call on Christmas day.”

Jungkook nodded silently as he held Taehyungs gift in his hands, “Are you sure you can’t stay? I can let the guys know you’re here and we can take you to the airport after…”

“It’s okay. I think I need a bit of fresh air and I’m meeting my manager at the airport.” you took one last glance at Taehyung who was now looking around the room and you decided to make your exit quick and quiet.

Giving Jungkook a quick hug you silently slid out the door just as Taehyung made an excuse to leave the conversation he was in. He caught a glimpse of your hair just as the door closed and he looked to Jungkook who was standing in the kitchen looking slightly dazed so he decided to make his way over to him first.

“Have you seen Y/N?” he asked, “She hasn’t been responding to my texts but she must’ve texted one of us.” Taehyung said as Jungkook shoved the canvas in Taehyungs hand.

“Yea...she was actually here a while ago…” Jungkook said, “She was here for about two hours actually...I’m not sure how any of us didn’t notice her…but she left not too long ago...something about catching a flight.”

“A flight?” Taehyung asked as his brows furrowed together.

At this point, the rest of the BTS members had congregated around the two as they saw Taehyung with the gift in his hand.

“Hey Tae, where’s Y/N? We’re waiting for her to open the presents.” Namjoon said but noticed the look on Taehyung and Jungkooks faces. “What’s up guys?”

“Y/N was here…” Taehyung muttered still holding the wrapped gift in his hand.

“I came to check the kitchen to see if there were any rags since I spilled my drink and I found Y/N just watching everyone. Apparently she’d been here for about two hours…” Jungkook explained. “She just left a few minutes ago..”

“Two hours? How did we not notice her?” Jimin asked with a slight frown, “She didn’t even come and say hi.”

“Apparently no one told her about the extra additions to the party so she kept a low profile.” Jungkook answered, “She left our presents under the tree though.”

“We literally only found out about it today…” Jin said, “The gift exchange was still going to be between us though, we were going to go to the master bedroom and everything…Can’t you call her to come back?”

“She said that she’s spending Christmas in Italy this year and it was a last minute decision.” Jungkook said and looked at Taehyung who had been silent throughout this whole conversation.

“ITALY?!” all the boys chorused together gaining the attention of various people around the room.

“Something about a client or whatever…” Jungkook explained as Taehyung suddenly ripped open the gift in his hands and everyone looked at the painting in awe.

On the canvas, was a painting that resembled the photo that Taehyung had showed you back at the cafe, the only difference about it was that the shadows below the two people that you painted were holding hands and a heart was etched between the two.

Attached to the painting was a small note in your neat handwriting.

Tae,

As I write this note, I’m also listening to my manager briefing me about this trip that I’m about to go on. Last year, I got you a new coffee machine because you literally broke yours the day before we were supposed to go shopping. This year, I wasn’t sure what to get you. I mean, how do you get something for someone who has almost everything he wants?

It hit me when we were sitting in the cafe last time that in all our years of friendship, I never painted you anything as a GIFT and when you showed me the picture of our first outing together, I knew what I wanted to gift you… I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about this and I’ve been debating on this for years but I need to get this off my chest.

It’s always been you...♥

-Y/N

Taehyung read the note not once but three times to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him and he looked up at all his members who had similar looks on their faces.

“That bitch said she wasn’t confessing this year.” Jungkook suddenly muttered and Taehyungs head whipped to look at the maknae.

“What do you mean? This year?” Taehyung questioned and Jungkook sighed as he motioned everyone to join him in the master bedroom for the gift exchange and story time.

“Tae Tae, where are you guys going?” The girl he had been talking to earlier asked clinging to his arm, it was obvious she was slightly intoxicated and Taehyung could only grimace. Thankfully, Yoongi was there to save the day.

“Group emergency.” He said grabbing Taehyungs arm and dragged him to the master bedroom while the rest of the members got the presents under the tree.

“Just remember, I didn’t tell you this.” Jungkook said as the group sat around the big room. “Y/N likes you...like ALOT. Every year since the two of you first went Christmas shopping together, Y/N’s debated on confessing to you...The only reason I found out was because I heard her talking to herself one day when I decided to join you guys and every year to this day, I’ve literally tried to get her to tell you but she always finds a different excuse…”

Taehyung stared at Jungkook with wide eyes as the rest of the members listened already knowing the story. It was obvious that you had fallen for your best friend all those years ago, it was why Christmas shopping was YOUR thing and none of the other members joined because they knew it was the one time of the year where it was just the two of you with no one else. No managers, no members, just you two.

“Oh and I introduced her to Myungsoo like a year ago...he’s kinda dating my sister.” Jungkook said sheepishly while scratching the back of his head and Taehyungs jaw dropped. He had been jealous for nothing.

“I...fucked up…” he whispered but all the members heard him. He had wanted you to walk in to see him talking to the girl group member tonight and when you would’ve come over, he would’ve introduced you to her as his friend. He had intentionally wanted you to feel the way he had that day at the cafe.

“Why didn’t she say anything sooner?” he asked looking around the group who had already opened their gifts from you and were looking at them in awe.

“Because she didn’t want you to compromise you for her.” Jungkook explained, “You know Y/N, she’s humble as shit and all the shoots and shows you’ve taken her to, you’ve introduced her as your best friend…”

“You can also be a bit too friendly with the females…” Jimin added, “I can see why she never wanted to confess….”

“But I would do anything for her…” Taehyung whispered, “I literally book the month of December to go shopping with her. It’s been like that for the last few years.”

“We know that...but does she know that?” Jin asked with a tilt of his head as he admired the cookbook you got him.

“It’s about time you two stop dancing around each other but it’s obvious she’s too scared to make that move.” Yoongi said, “You know we’ve cancelled our schedules this month so I mean…”

“Except for that one day, but I’m sure if you move fast you can make it back by then.” Namjoon said with a wink.

“I think her flights already gone but I don’t see why we can’t catch you the next one out.” Jungkook said with a small smile, “Give her the Christmas miracle she deserves. I just gotta kiss up to her manager...again..”

A few days later, you were staring at the painting you had just completed. You still had about four more to complete but at least one was complete enough for you to be content. You had received texts from everyone expressing their disappointment that you didn’t say goodbye but they thanked you for the gifts and made you promise that you’d spend time with them upon your return.

The only one you didn’t receive a text from was Taehyung and despite not wanting to admit it, you were kind of disheartened. You had hoped that your message had come across clearly and you felt bad for lying to Jungkook but it was the only way. Had you told him about the note, Jungkook would’ve made you talk to Taehyung face to face and you weren’t sure you were ready for the assumed rejection.

“The painting looks beautiful.” a familiar voice said from behind you and you whipped around so quickly, you ended up knocking over the jar of water that held your paint brushes. Thankfully, you had tarped the floor before hand and the nice hardwood floor was unaffected.

“Tae?”

Stepping over the spilled water, Taehyung marched up to you and took your face in his hands before pressing his lips firmly against yours.

Your eyes widened for a brief moment before closing as the sensation of his lips moving against yours took over and slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. It was something you’d been wanting for a long time now and the feeling compared to what you imagined was a lot better.

When air became a necessity, Taehyung pulled away but his hands that had moved down to your hips kept you close and his forehead rested against against yours.

“It was always you.” he said, repeating the words from your note. “No one else.”

After he explained to you how he got to Italy in the first place (Jungkook owed your manager a GREAT deal), he then proceeded to lecture you on proper party etiquette and then told you he was going to be staying in Italy till your exhibition was over. He knew you still had paintings to finish but he was patient and wanted to spend as much time with you as he could and over the next few weeks, he would sit in your studio with you as you painted while he would take photos of you and even started painting a few pieces of his own.

During one of your painters block moments, he dragged you out to explore the shopping districts where he proceeded to spoil you with gifts that you insisted you didn’t need.

“Please!! Just let me spoil my girlfriend this once.” he whined as you stopped in your tracks and gaped at him.

“G-girlfriend?” you asked with slight shock and Taehyung only gave you a ‘Duh’ look.

“You kissed be back so by default, you’re my girlfriend.” he stated crossing his arms before he brought you close to him, “I know that I was stupid around other girls and I let a lot of them get too close even though I knew I had feelings for you...The guys kind of told me a lot and I feel like a complete idiot to disregard your feelings like that when I knew that I had them myself.” he took a deep breath.

“We’re in one of the most expensive shopping districts in Italy and it’s still technically before Christmas so we’re still technically Christmas shopping...please let me spoil you” he whined as he nuzzled his nose against yours.

Eventually, you gave in and you found yourself having to buy a whole new suitcase for the things he got you. After that, the two of you went back to your Air Bnb where you proceeded to cuddle and watch Christmas movies but this time as a couple.

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