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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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Hi can I request the boys reactions to coming back and seeing that MC has snucked into their beds

The Brothers Find the MC Asleep in Their Bed

This is that other bed request. Back to my fluffy content! Huzzah!! I was a fidgeting mess on that last one… If it wasn't in second person I probably would have never gotten through it… 🤦‍♀️😅 Amazing how distancing the pronoun "you" can be when you're writing: "Oh no, this ain't happening to me, it's gonna happen to you. I dunno what to tell ya." 🤷‍♀️ I give my props for this to one to my favorite jazz singers, Nicki Parrot, and her rendition of I Won't Last a Day Without You.

Intro:

If you're missing someone and, presumably, you have a fairly intimate relationship then something you can do is stay in their bed. Sure, your loved one’s body may not be next to yours but the familiarity can help soothe that aching heart… So when the brothers were away from the House for a few days, it wasn't totally unreasonable for the MC to sneak a night or two in their favorite demon's bed.

If only they had known said demon would come home early…

Lucifer

It was a looong trip for him. Lucifer only goes up to the human world for business reasons and usually he has to bring Mammon to keep an eye on him, which he also swears ages him by a century each time he does…

When he retired to his room that night he wasn't really looking to talk or interact with anyone, not his brothers and not even the MC. He just wanted to go to sleep…

He wasn't expecting to find his human curled up under his sheets, though. And without him there no less.

Had it been another day, he might have just woken them up and sent them away or slept somewhere else but that night, after the trip he had, he felt so… loved all of sudden...

His brothers never miss him when he leaves. They give him the usual welcoming rigmarole when he gets back, "Good to see you, how was the trip?" that kind of thing, but he can tell they're all disappointed that he's back to discipline them again…

But here was the MC, apparently wanting him back so much that they'd risk breaking into his room just to feel close to him again… It's honestly good he was the only conscious soul in the room because if anyone else had seen the look on his face, he'd have to start erasing some memories again.

He changed clothes quietly before getting into the bed himself, careful not to jostle them too much. Only once he was settled in, did he give them a tender kiss to their forehead and finally got a good night's sleep...

Mammon

Look, he never asks to be dragged along with Lucifer on his business trips! It's a pain in the ass for everyone involved so he was more than happy to be home...

So happy in fact, that he didn't think to check his bed before he went sailing into it face first…

When he didn't feel the cushion of his mattress below him, but what felt like muscle and bone, he screamed. Which caused the MC to shoot up from under his covers and scream right back at him.

The two dummies screamed at each other for about five seconds straight before it clicked that neither even knew what they were screaming about… 🙄

"MC?!? The hell are ya doin'?! This is my bed, ya know??"

Oh was he tickled pink when they told him they came there just 'cause they missed him so much… Of course they'd miss the Great Mammon! Anybody who got to spend that much time in his presence would eventually! And he had been missing them so much he could hardly see straight anyway...

"Geez, is that all? Well fine! You can stay the night, but only for tonight! … I mean, unless ya want to stay longer or somethin' crazy like that….. You want to, doncha?"

And that's how the MC ended up spending the next week in the arms of their first man… and getting a pretty good bruise on their shoulder too from Mammon's thick skull slamming into it.

Leviathan

He was coming back from a three-day convention and boy was he tired… There's only so much excitement an introvert can withstand for that long without shutting down completely...

His first clue that something was a little off was his door. It was unlocked. Since he was positive he locked it before he left, he was already on edge... Mammon was in there stealing his stuff again, wasn’t he??

He had his demon form already out when he threw the door open, expecting to have to chase out a thief, but instead he found the MC's arm sticking out of his bathtub-bed.

Cue an incredibly flustered Levi. Did the MC really want to sleep with him? A yucky otaku?? Did they miss him that much?? For a brief moment, he hit cloud nine and beyond.

Levi was frozen in his doorway for a good five minutes, too afraid to walk in and possibly disturb them, before he finally tiptoed to have a look in the tub.

…. He may or may not have snapped a picture when he saw them snuggled against his Ruri-chan body pillow… So what if that's a little creepy??? You're creepy!!

There wasn't really a good way for him to squeeze in with them so he settled for pulling his computer chair over and taking their outstretched hand in his own...

He stayed like that all night until the MC woke up to find him passed out next to them, head rolled back in the chair but still holding their hand with laced fingers...

Satan

He hates going to the human world with Lucifer, even though he acknowledges that he's better behaved than the others for it. That doesn't change the fact that he'd much rather be back in his room with a good book...

He just wasn't expecting the MC to share his sentiments so… identically?

After his trip to Paris with Lucifer, Satan dragged his bags back into his room and expected to at least get another hour of reading in before his mind finally caught up with his body… But to his surprise, his bed was already occupied.

The MC was half-under his covers with their head wedged into the corner of the wall above his pillows, sound asleep… A stray book sat by their hand, one of his favorites too judging by the cover.

He felt the warmth of a chuckle escape his chest… How many times had he woken up in that exact same position? It was almost like they missed him so badly they tried to be him for a while... It was all too cute for words…

He put aside getting some sleep just long enough to take care of his MC, gently moving their body back under the covers and setting the book onto one of the endless stacks that surrounded his bed.

Only once he had them placed into a more comfortable position did he change his clothes and take the spot in the bed next to them…

The MC woke up very much not how they fell asleep… but trading out a good book in their hand for a warm bookworm against their body wasn't a bad deal now, was it?

Asmodeus

He was on one of those long self-care retreats and though, yes, it was a good time he really needed a good nap after such a long trip… He was even considering shortening his nightly routine for once.

When he came into his room, he was ready to just faceplant into his pillows until he spied MC's head poking out from under his covers…

He squealed, but not out of anger or fright. No, no. He felt nothing but Pure. Joy. His heart was soaring and he could have sang, he was just that happy!

His human missed him so much that they just needed to wrap themselves up under his covers?? Well, of course they would wouldn't they? There's no good substitute for Asmo and he knows it.

His literal shriek made the MC shoot out of his bed and try to apologize but he just tackled them back down, wrapping his arms around them in a vice grip of adoration. He was not letting them back down now. It was cuddle time!

In truth, their sudden appearance shocked Asmo awake for about another hour, which he spent snuggled up to his MC and babbling about his trip. He did eventually lose steam though, falling asleep soundly with his head snuggled into the crook of their neck.

The lovey mood was dampened slightly when he woke up and realized he hadn't done any of his routine the night before, but since the MC was still resting in his arms he decided that, just this once, he didn't need to rush it...

Beelzebub

Beel's team had just come back from a long tournament trip and, for the first time ever, he could say that he was more tired than he was hungry…

Belphie was really happy to have his twin back, but this time he was kind of ignoring his brother's excitement as his mind zoned in on his bed… He almost didn't notice the MC was even in there until he pulled back the covers to climb in himself.

His poor sleep-deprived mind had to take a minute to catch up… This was his bed wasn't it...? 😰

"Beel? Is that MC?" "... I think so?" "Why are they in your bed?" "I don't know… Maybe they just wanted to sleep here?" "... Uh-huh. Hey, Beel, I know you're tired. How about you just take my bed instead since it's free? I'll take yours tonight."

Since he was so exhausted, Beel almost considered the offer until he noticed the resentful pout on Belphie's face... Oh. Right. The MC probably wanted to sleep with him. That meant they must have missed him… That thought alone gave Beel a warm, fuzzy feeling like he'd just taken a giant gulp of hot cocoa and he just couldn't help his groggy smile.

"No… This is fine." "But-" "I don't mind, Belphie. Goodnight."

He didn't give his jealous twin any more room to argue before he climbed into bed next to the MC, nestling them close to his chest as if he was welcoming them home instead. And in his last moments of consciousness, Beel promised himself that they'd wake up just like this too…

Belphegor

Belphie tends to hate trips about as much as Levi, especially ones where Beel or the MC can't come along... Too much hassle and all his brothers make so much noise…

When he finally got back from the trip Lucifer dragged him into, he only had one thing on his mind. Sleep. His bed was calling to him, that's where he needed to be… and the MC too, apparently?

He was honestly a little caught off guard to find the MC in his bed... The attic bed? Sure. That was their cuddle space and it was practically sacred ground at that point. But the bed in the room he shared with Beel...? They didn't stay there very often…

Which meant they weren't in his bed just because they wanted to sleep. They wanted him… Had they been awake he might have had something smug to say, but without any audience to save face to he just felt somewhat honored…

There wasn't a day that went by where Belphie didn't regret the things he'd done to them, even during the quiet moments where they assured him that they'd forgiven him for it... Seeing them there in his actual bed proved something, they chose him. No one else.

He didn't think twice about crawling under there next to them, he even got into his usual position by their side on instinct. But this time, for a minute or two, he just watched their sleeping form peacefully and counted himself lucky to even be there…

When the MC woke up to Belphegor wrapped around them, an adoring smile nuzzled into their neck, and they just had to wonder if the mere act of sleeping alone was all they’d ever need to summon their demon home...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

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quillquiver · 3 years

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On SPN, Burying Your Gays, and Being Heard

I am shaking, I feel sick, I feel like I’m insane. And did I run a little wild with the theories? You bet. But you know what didn’t help? The botched clusterfuck that was this entire goddamn finale debacle. How was I supposed to believe anything they said in panels when M&G dialogue would leak saying the exact opposite? How was I supposed to grieve and move on when there was nothing from the cast and crew? Nobody said anything! And any info leaked just destabilized what we already knew or directly contradicted what we’d been told. In light of that, how was I supposed to trust anything anyone said? One rogue translator reciprocated the love confession and I was practically sold, because there were so many questions surrounding the English text that this was something good, something that logically fit, and something I wanted to hold onto.

Because they hurt me. This is about so much more than one episode or a ship; for years queer fans have seen ourselves in these characters and been told that we were crazy. That we were reading too much into it. I’m not sure how people get upset and offended when a storyline that doesn’t exist... doesn’t exist! said Guy Bee (2013). And then, after all of that, they turned around and said magnanimously, you have your version, I have mine... and that’s okay. But it’s not okay. It’s not okay, because that doesn’t erase what came before - that doesn’t erase the baiting and the gaslighting, and that invalidates everything we felt in the time leading up to that episode. It gave them an open window for all the subtext that came after. It allowed them to brush us off.

And then we got Cas’s love confession. I watched that scene about 500 times. Added to the rest of the season - to the fandom avatar being presented as successful and intelligent, to arc being the death of the author - I felt seen. Really seen, by a show that made it its mission to erase me. I had been okay with Cas dying at first because I had been sure the romance arc would carry through. I had been convinced that after everything, there was no way they would give that to us and then take it away.

But they did, because this is Supernatural. To anyone saying this is not bury your gays, I implore you to read up on the Hays Code. This link is to an amazing queer history podcast and the episode that covers it. In short, the Hays Code was a legal document that came about in 20th Century Hollywood during the puritanical war on the American entertainment industry, and it stipulated what was not allowed on screen. Not all of it was queer - there’s a whole section about kissing - but what the Code is most remembered for is that queerness was not allowed on screen. But queer people are resilient, and so they started testing the waters... and it turned out that you could in fact code queerness into a narrative, as long as it was subtextual, or as long as the queer character died/was punished, or both. The point is that the character is not allowed to live their truth openly. They are buried, either in the ground or punished in the narrative. The former is normally what we refer to these days, because the latter just doesn’t really happen anymore.

Until Supernatural.

Castiel is immediately punished for speaking his truth - and please don’t tell me he leveraged that punishment and so he had agency. Literally the only thing that could make him happy was confessing his feelings, and so the Empty deal was directly related to this idea of queerness-as-punishment. That being said, Bobo wrote a beautiful scene. Cas’s confession was a love letter to queerness and coming out... but everything that came after buried him. Castiel may have ended the series alive but he was effectively written out of the last two episodes, and that means that he actually never really got to live his truth. He was silenced by the narrative - that is punishment.

Dean is a whole other can of worms. Does one rogue translator confirm canon bi!Dean? Or do we have to read our own version of the text? The fact that we even have to ask these questions firmly places us in the realm of queerbaiting. Were the writers trying to get bi!Dean approved but were unable to? I have no idea, but queerbaiting requires proof that the writers encouraged a reading they had no intent of following through on, and we certainly don’t lack in evidence of that. Not from this writers room, but from those of previous eras. Did these writers try? They might have, but the funny thing about queerbaiting discourse is that there has never been a show to bait this long, and I’m making the call that even if you tried at the end, you baited me with half the ship and all the years that came before.

Of course, the narrative leaves open the possibility of bi!Dean so if you do read the show that way, that means Dean also falls into the bury your gays category; if you read the show this way - which many of us do - the mere suggestion that Dean Winchester was bisexual was enough to punish him. And he was punished. We’ve all written extensively on this, but he was given a random death, on a case his father never finished. All that growth, all that time spent having him accept himself, love himself, that was all taken away. He died the way he always thought he would: as a tool, in service of his father, protecting his brother. He had always believed he’d been a body to throw on the sword and in the end that’s all he was. And when he gets to Heaven? He’s also silenced. He barely speaks in the episode except to monologue during his death, and that is 100% Sam-centric. He is scared.

It was horrific to watch. I sobbed so hard my roommate was seriously concerned.

I had been fully prepared for Supernatural to end disappointingly. I had figured everything would end with a huge heaven reunion because white, straight, cis-male S&F writers love the idea of death as a reward, but instead of being disappointed I felt like I had witnessed a slaughter. Every single one of the queer themes intrinsic to the show: found family, resilience, speaking your truth... were gone. And I know we’ve talked about this too, but it bears repeating, because in doing this, in writing the queerness out of its narrative, Supernatural effectively looked every one of us queer folx in the eye and said: you are not important. You don’t matter. All of that stuff that came before is all good and well, but what really matters at the end of all things is blood family. It’s two brothers in a car. Life sucks but at least we get to die and go to paradise - real paradise, that your angel buddy died for and then made for you and who we never hear from again.

I felt insane. I felt cheated. I felt humiliated. I felt devastated. I still feel all those things, but listen to me. You have been heard. Not by Misha Collins, who is a great guy, but doesn’t get it. Not by Jensen Ackles, who is a similarly great guy, but also just doesn’t understand. And not by anyone else who worked on this show.

You know who heard you? Me. The people who follow me. The people who follow you. We saw each other, and heard each other, and we gave each other a leg up. We made memes. We wrote fic. We drew fanart. We made gifs. All for ourselves and all for each other. We broke Tumblr multiple times. We donated over $60,000 USD to multiple different causes. We got multiple hashtags trending at multiple different points, and today kept it up because we demanded answers and then we got them. There were at least 5 articles written about the show today. We made that happen. We made people listen.

Supernatural didn’t deserve me, and it didn’t deserve you. It didn’t deserve Dean. It didn’t deserve Cas. It didn’t deserve Misha and Jensen. But this show ended with a bleak, awful message and we turned around and showed them that love is loud. So what about all of this is real?

We are.

#alex talks #spngate #archived #this was very therapeutic #and i honestly don't know if i will ever be able to love something like this again #because i have been burned oh man #but this fandom is amazing #and i am proud to be a part of it #and i am not going anywhere #journaling #15x18 #15x19 #15x20 #castiel #dean winchester #destiel

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extravaguk · 3 years

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sweets&ink

part of my opposites attract! series.

ksj / knj / myg / jhs / pjm / kth

pairing: tattooartist&tattoed!jungkook x baker!reader

summary: jungkook was everything you feared but exactly what you needed to heal your broken heart.

wordcount: 5k

genre: fluff - angst - smut (s2l!au)

rated: m (?

warnings: some cursing, mentions of past abusive/toxic relationships/trauma that might be triggering, a lil of making love at the end. it’s overall just suuper fluffy, trust me. jungkook is a s i m p. we love that for him! slow burrrnnnn.

Jungkook knows it was love at first sight, but doesn's know how to really explain it.

He knew from the moment he entered the small shop, pastel green walls welcoming him replete of sugary treats, a sweet and heavenly scent engulfing him as soon as he stepped a foot inside. With a new found sense of calmness and serenity within he hadn't experienced in a long time, he searched for deserts of his liking, mouth watering while assessing the many options of baked goods available and bright colored frostings stealing his attention.

"Hi. How may I help you?"

Then he looked up and found you. It wasn't easy to appreciate your whole appearence with the counter hiding the lower half of your body, but it was enough for Jungkook to think to himself that he had never seen a prettier girl in hiis entire life. And that's when he knew it. Any type of movement in his surroundings coming to a halt, his heart skipping a beat, his favourite song playing inside his head. And that particular sensation. The same one that had made him feel so at ease since he found your bakery. For a moment he thought his doe eyes might have actually turned into heart eyes until you raised your eyebrows, a concerned expression replacing your previous warm smile.

Blinking his eyes and clearing his throat, coming down from cloud nine into the real world, he stuttered his order as best as he coud manage, heart pounding inside his chest and later feeling mortified for not being able to pronounce "gingernap cookies" correctly.

At first he kind of hated Seokjin for blackmailing him into going to his favourite bakery to buy his favourite cookies (Jungkook really should've known better than accidentally spill ink all over Jin's new script), but when he comes back home with a goofy smile on his face and dreams of your face, he makes sure to text him he'll go get his cookies anytime he wants.

But Jungkook is a masochist apparently.

Because a week after your first encounter he realizes that not being able to get his mind off a girl he's literally only seen once in his entire life is not exactly normal. Not for anyone, but especially not for him. Realizes that the way he embarrassed himself in front of you and probably looked like a bluberring mess (or a creepy weirdo who had never interacted with any woman before) is not reason enough to not keep wanting to try again. And the way you just giggled at him and simply shook your head as you wrapped the ginger cookies he had asked for in a pretty packaging has kept him aching for more.

So he comes once a week now. Still as nervous as the first day, but content to see that your face seems to light up at the sight of him stepping through the door the same way his does. He likes to see you in your cute pastel dresses, and if he didn't know better he'd think you were just trying to keep up with the bakery's aesthetic. But the more he frequents your shop, the more he realizes you're exactly like the treats you bake. He likes how your vividly honeyed persona contrasts with his darker and reserved one. Likes how you're all colors of the rainbow and he's just a scale of greys.

They are small interactions. Just courtesy and cordial exchange of words everytime he visits. He doesn't even know your name and you don't even know his, but sometimes he asks how was your weekend and sometimes you ask how many people had he inked that week. Sometimes he tells you how pretty you look, and sometimes you blush in response. Sometimes you add an extra macaron in his order and sometimes he debates on whether or not he should write down his number on a napkin and slide in right on the countertop before he waves goodbye.

And although Jungkook has never been one to shy away from women, he feels a certain way he can't exactly pinpoint. A way that makes his confidence falter and leaves him feeling like a little kid who's afraid to confess to the girl he likes. Because as cliché as it sounds, you're not like any other girls he's ever met. You don't feel like any other girl he's ever met. Not the older than him, tattoed and pierced type of girl he's accustomed to; not the type of girl that's addicted to trouble and believe him (maybe even hoped) to be something he's not. So it takes a while for him to summon up enough bravery and determination. It takes weeks of pining and overthinking, and a single push from Yoongi ('stop being a fucking pussy and just do it') to ask you to have coffee with him.

"I... I'm sorry. I can't."

And it only takes those words leaving your mouth to shatter his heart into pieces.

It's fine though, he told you and himself. He wasn't going to be one of those guys who believed the 'friendzone' was an actual thing and tried his best to not make you feel uncomfortable, really tried his best to erase the guilt across your face as you rejected him. So he scratched the back of his head and mustered up a big smile before leaving the shop with a bag full of cupcakes and an unsettled stomach.

Letting out a deep breath you didn't even know you were containing, you observe as the handsome stranger exits the shop. Running a hand through your hair before gripping the counter with your hands, you try to steady the heavy throbbing insde your chest.

The boy in question had been unknowingly tormenting you and flooding your mind with thoughts of him for almost two months now. That day you first had spotted him eyeing the desserts in display in amazement and then you in the very same way. It was sudden and precipitated, but it had almost made your head spin, something you hadn't felt in a long time unexplainable tugging at your insides.

You had kept your cool as best as you could, as best as you had taught yourself in the past. Wrapped those cookies he had asked and then waved goodbye, hoping under your breath he wouldn't come back but silently wishind he would. But then he did. He came back once. And then again. And again, and before you realized he had become a frequent costumer. Trying whatever treats you'd recommended him, creating small talk, sending friendly smiles here and then.

You had learned to expect him at the very same time, the very same day of the week; had learned to manage the fluttering in your tummy and the reddish warmth spreading through your cheeks whenever the eye contact was prolongued. Everything was innocent, it was brief and, most importanly, it never went beyond, even if sometimes you hoped it did.

However, after all these years, there was still something you hadn't learned to control yet. And as he spoke, clearly nervous, hesitant and clearly out of his comfort zone, wondering out loud if he could ever treat you to a coffee sometime, your body shut down. The fondness and excitement you had been harboring over the last few weeks quickly replaced by that which made you want to recoil, made you want to back to your well to let its darkness and loneliness envelop you.

That horrible and ugly wave of crippling fear and axiety all mixed together; a little monster that you had successfully concealed, now displaying its ears in warning and the same smile that had been haunting you for years, now advising you, reminding you and most of all, threatening you, to go back to your own comfort zone. And so, powerless, there was nothing else you could really to but to comply, muttering an apology and a rejection that probably pained you more than it pained the boy in front of you.

You knew you did the right thing, but it definitely didn't feel like it.

Especially a week later, as you expected his arrival- as always, ready with a tray full of fresh baked scones you had particularly made just for him, but were left severely disappointed when time passed and he was nowhere to be seen. Or two weeks later, after spending an extra hour making cake pops that you had specifically designed with him in mind (covered in dark chocolate and white sprinkles), only to realize it was closing time and that he never even showed up.

To say you were bummed was an understatement. You knew you always looked forward to him coming in every week to grace your day with a smile and a polite talk, but you didn't come to terms with how much you would miss it until now. So three weeks later, you still bake with him in mind, trying not to lose hope but still chastising yourself for not being brave enough and accepting his offer. It was just a coffee date, for God's sake, not a marriage proposal! Trying to busy your mind with work and customers coming in and out, even if your eyes dart in anticipation everytime you hear the door swinging.

When hours pass and the sun hides to make room for the moon and stars into the sky, you look at the clock and, with a defeated sigh, finish cleaning and tidying around the shop. But before you can gather your things, the door swings open and there stands the stranger you had been praying to see again.

"Am I too late?" he asks, and you don't exactly know but can tell his words hold a double meaning. You smile, a genuine smile, because he looks bashful with a hand scratching the back of his head like he had done the last time you saw him, and because there's a warm sensation spreading through your chest, like your heart is smiling for you.

"I was about to close, but I can make an exception." you accomplish to say and surprisingly don't sound as nervous as you feel. He mirrors your smile as he walks closer to the counter. "So, what would you like?"

That takes him by surprise because he really had nothing in mind when he decided to come here and now he feels like an idiot.

"Uh, um... I would like... maybe cupcakes?" he sounds like an idiot too. But you nod and smile at him and start gathering his cupcakes into a polka dot cardboard box.

"You missed the cake pops I made last week." you say, trying to keep your voice in check as he hands you his credit car. "I think you would've liked them."

"Ah, sorry... Work has been really hectic." and even if it's true, it's also true the fact that he chickened out and was frightened to face you again. He likes how even when you're alluding to his absence, there's not a malicious tone behind your words. He likes how you're still smiling at him even after he's been acting like a pussy for two weeks. But that's why he's here. "I also would like to apologize for... you know. I didn't-...If I made you feel uncomfortable, I'm really sorry."

With your eyebrows raised, your smile dissipates. "What? No, you didn't do anything wrong, really. It's not- It's not that. I just...can't." you stumble through words, trying to explain how much you actually wanted to go to that coffee date, to get to know his name and more of himself, but unavailable to. You can feel it again. The same anguish that always seem to creep up on you and numbs you altogheter. But him, worriedly sensing your distress, waves his hands in front of him.

"No, no. It's fine, you don't have to explain anything! It's alright!" his smile seems to soothe you and you return his smile in gratitude. "Anyways, I'll... I'll get going. See you next week?"

You nod, anticipation already making its way into you. "See you next week." and then he takes the box filled with cupcakes and says goodbye. Before he can open the door though, a tingle of impulsivity and fearlesness makes you say:

"I'm _____, by the way."

He pauses, clearly taken aback.

"Jungkook."

Jungkook hasn't stopped repeating your name in his head ever since you gave it to him, grinning like a fool and thinking about how good it sounds next to his. He hasn't stopped frequenting your bakery either and has lost count on how much money he's spent on muffins and whatever else you sell. He doesn't care though. All he cares about is how much likes seeing you even if it's only for fifteen minutes in your floral dresses, and as long as you keep looking like you're glad to see him every time, then he's fine.

He's more than fine. He feels amazing. Sings tunes while he works on customers, feels his creativity flowing more than ever and he feels whole. It still baffles him how a minimun interaction with you once a week can make him feel on top of the world.

He's got a bouquet of white and pink lillies next time he visits, so sappy and romantic he doesn't even recognize himself. He doesn't tell you he googled their meaning and his mind instantly associated them with you. Purity is exactly what he thinks of you and admiration is exactly how he feels about you. Hands it to you and the surprised look on your face and the spreading of pink all over your cheeks makes his heart burst. You thank him and he tells you he didn't know what your favourite flower is. You answer it's carnations. He writes it down somewhere in his mind, for next time. And then you're the one surprising him.

"Would you like to have coffee sometime?"

There's uncertainty in your voice that doesn't go unnoticed by him, and for a moment he thinks he's dreaming. He's cool with what he's got right now with you, but you repeating his words back to him makes him feel euphoric, like he can't believe it. He knows he looks dumb, the way he's looking at you.

Completely dumbfounded. He stutters like the first same he met you, but he says yes (omits the part where he tells you he could almost die). You exchange number in each other's phones with shaky hands, set the day and hour, and then wave each other goodbye.

You instantly regret it as you watch him leave. Keep regretting it the following days. That voice in your head telling you 'it'll happen again', telling you fairytales didn't exist and this most likely wasn't one, even if it felt like it was, suffocating you like it had done many times before. Screwing with your head until you consider canceling.

But you power through it, like you had taught yourself to do. This time it's harder though. Because this time there's a new romantic interest at hand, one that's making you feel things you buried a long time ago and made you swear to yourself you'd be smarter and stronger than any man could.

It's Hoseok's encouraging words that help ease the panic. It was also Hoseok's words who encouraged you to ask Jungkook out. Said you deserved something good for once and that you couldn't close yourself to love your entire life.

Thought it was time for you to write a new chapter after a rather sad one.

So on Saturday, Jungkook insists on picking you up and it already feels like too much for you. Especially when he shows up with a bouquet of carnations in his hand and a smile that takes your breath away and definitely doesn't help to ease your nerves.

Takes him by surprised how pretty you look. maybe because it's the first time he's seen you out of your shop and even though you're still loyal to your clothing style, he still fumbles with his words like an idiot to try to express how beautiful you look. Seeing he's as much of a mess as you settles you a little bit. Then he takes you to a cute café that almost makes you laugh, because seeing him, inked arms and piercings and a closet that consisted mainly of black oversized t-shirts and pants in such a bright environment reminds you of the first time he entered your shop.

You're surprised to see how well the conversation rolls, how easy it is to talk to him beyond the usual brief interactions you two have. You like how he makes you laugh and how he seems to love hearing it. You like how his attention is solely focused on you, even if his gaze on yours sometimes feels too intense and his overall character intimidates you. You like how soft spoken he is, how careful he is with words and the sound of his voice. Sounds like a lullaby without melody.

And when the date is over, he drives you home, walks you to your door and respectfully wishes you a good night. You kiss him on the cheek spontaniously before hiding the embarrassment on your face and stepping inside your home. You miss the way he stays at your doorstep for a whole minute before getting in his car and driving himself home. You also miss how peacefully he sleeps that night, dreaming of cupcakes and you. You don't miss the heart emoji he sends you before going to bed, making yours quiver.

You're glad you didn't cancel, and now you're sure you don't regret it at all

It goes on. The dates, getting to know each other more and more, Jungkook's visits to your shop and spending way too much money on sweets and carnations, the butterflies in your stomach everytime he's near and the birth of something inside of you that's starting to make you feel alive after feeling dead for so long.

It's still new, still wholesome, moves in slow motion. You're glad Jungkook doesn't push, doesn't ask for anything, never demands more than a kiss on the cheek everytime he drops you off. He is nothing like he looks like, you realized that right away.

But with every brand new beginning that requires feelings like this, especially as unique and exceptional as the ones Jungkook is causing within you, comes the evil monster trying to scare you off, to make you back off and remind you that not everything that shines is gold. The voice inside your head that keeps bewitching you back into a dark room, reminder in your head everytime that one day Jungkook will want more. He'll want more and you might not be ready to give it to him.

A voice that keeps resonating and has kept you unmoving for the past few years and now is making you feel more frightened than ever.

You've been more quite than usual and Jungkook can tell something is not quite right. It's a friday night, and after having dinner that he insisted on paying, he decided this time to drive you away, to a secluded space somewhere where you both can appreciate the city lights on the hood of his car. He can tell, so he asks you, but you give a vague answer. He wants to ask again, but he's afraid of overstepping your boundaries. He wants to get to know you in every level, want's to scratch the surface until he can see everything. He wants to learn you inch by inch. Wants to love every part you bare to him, because he's sure he will.

"My ex partner was abusive."

You finally say with a voice that's not entirely yours, and it doesn't feel real. Doesn't feel real to say out loud and letting the words sink in. It's taken all this time of excusing behaviors that were not excusable, trying to make light of a situation that wasn't and blaming yourself for things that you were not to blame for. Jungkook stays silent, but his attention immediately focused on you as soon as you spoke. Eyes slightly wide and mouth starting to open as if to speak himself. But you go on.

"Not physically." you swallow a lump in your throat. "Sometimes he would throw things at me, but they didn't always land. Or... one time he pushed me while we were arguing. Never raised his hand at me though. It was mostly psychological and emotional. He was extremely jealous and possesive. Didn't like me hanging with my friends, would never bring me to hang out with him and his friends. Though I' was cheating on him with anyone. The cashier at the supermarket, a randome dude on the street that simply looked at me. Anyone." tears prickle your eyes, but you'd learned to hold them back.

"He would always get mad at me. Would already wake up angry and take it out on me. Without reason. Would always blame me for everything. He would get mad, insult me, call me any terrible name you can imagine, tell me I wasn't worth shit. That I wasn’t worth living.Then he would punch the wall, or break whatever was in sight. Everytime, I told him I was terrified of him. Would cry in a corner and beg him to stop. Sometimes he would just laugh at me for it." you sniff, still looking straight at the city lights, and trying to keep a composed tone throughout. You had grown up a lot since then, and you knew Jungkook deserved to know you. He deserved to understand.

"Then he would calm down, apologize while he cried and promised he loved me and would change. He never did. It took me a long time to finally walk away, but the demons still haunt me to this day. You," you choke, because comparing your ex to the guy currently sitting next to you was like day and night, like heaven and hell. "You make me feel things I've never felt before. I always felt like asking for respect was asking for too much. And then here you come, like a knight on shining armour ready to sweep me off my feet. It felt like a dream. Still does..."

Jungkook's hands are balled into tight fists, his whole body rigid as he listened to you. His own heart breaking, like he could feel himself inside you and experiencing your own heartbreak. His blood's boiling, jaw so tight and eyes blinking. Pushing down his anger, because this is about you not him, he lets his body relax before sliding your hand in yours.

"I like you so much,_____, it literally kills me at night how much. Not as much as hearing all of this, though. From the moment I saw you, I was whipped. I wanted and still want to give everything I can to see that smile of yours. It's me the one who can't believe you're paying me any attention at all." you're still not looking at him, but he still sighs in relief when your lips quirk up. "Just having you here next to me and letting me take you out on dates is more than enough for me. Whatever you give me, whatever your terms are, I'm content with that. You're healing, and while you do, I'll be right here."

You look at him now, not bothering to hide the tears streaming down your face anymore.

"What if I never heal completely?" there's fear in your voice as your eyes meet his, but just the dark brown in his gaze help you feel secure, less worried about the future and more serene about the now.

"I'll still be here."

It doesn't take long for you to call it love.

Not when Jungkook keeps proving himself to be so different and so special. Not when his gestures never cease to make you feel so special, so worthy of recieving and sharing love. Because Jungkook makes you feel invincible, makes you feel one in a million.

"What to you even see in me? We're like, polar opposites." you ask him one day. And it's true, you are. So different from each other, yet the same. He laughs in disbelief, shaking his head, still holding your hand in your doorstep about to kiss your cheek goodnight.

"I see everything." he simply says, eyes boring into yours in adoration. "I see the sun, and the moon, the stars, the entire galaxy when I'm with you." your heart clenches as he interlaces his fingers with yours. "Before I met you, I felt like I was blind. Like I was lost and was looking for an exit that I couldn't find. But then I saw you, in your little bakery, with your cute dresses and those eyes, and it was like my eyes opened for the first time. Everything made sense. Everything has been filled with so many colors ever sinc-"

You shut him with your lips on top of his, emotions pulling at your heartstrings the same way you pull him down by the neck. He takes a few seconds to respond, but then this hands are dropping to your waist, their warmth immediately spreading through your skin against the chilly night.

"Would you like to come in?" you whisper, breath fanning over his lips. He nods, hurriedly, and he knows he looks like a damn idiot for the hundredth time, but he doesn't care. Because coming in doesn't only mean stepping in your home. Coming in means you're letting him in. Means you trust him, means you want him there, means you're allowing him inside your heart.

Again, Jungkook doesn't expect nor demands much. Your presence is everything he needs. You kissing him is like winning the lottery to him. Like completing a marathon, like climbing the Everest, like getting his first tattoo. Kissing you is sweet, fills him with something strong that makes him feel on drugs, like nothing matters but you and him. Like nothing has ever mattered to neither of you.

So it's you who leads him to your room, it's you who straddles his thighs and pushes his hair back as his hands carress your sides. It's nothing fiery. It's slow, tentative, and full of care. Of lingering touches, low sighs against each other's mouths.

It's you who reaches inside his shirt, hand sneaking past the hem of the fabric and trembling cold fingers coming in contact with firm skin. It's also you who asks for more with a small roll of your hips. It's you who asks him to take his shirt off. It's him who complies. Still tells you you don't have to, you tell him you want to.

It's you who asks him to touch you. He's scared like he's never been, because you're you, and you're so perfect and everything he's ever wanted and suddenly he's afraid of you're too good for him. Jungkook only wants to make you happy, never wants to see you cry, just wants to treat you the way you deserve.

It's you who begs.

It's you who tells him you need him. Need him take care of you, need him to show you much you're worth, need him to help you write a new chapter, probably even a new book where you're both the main characters and nobody else has ever existed. You say it with tears in your eyes, and he's quick to kiss them away, tongue entangling with yours. He's quick to undress you as well, with hands that still ask for permission even after you've granted it already. Hands and lips that are also quick and eager to learn your body, to find every mole in your skin as he lays you back to look at you in admiration. He keeps kissing you. From head to toe, muttering praise, making sure every 'beautiful' and 'gorgeous' and 'perfect' that leave his lips stay fire engraved in your being forever.

He first makes you cum with careful fingers and skilled tongue, thighs wrapped aro around his head, eyes still looking for yours as his hands keep your body still and yours crumple the sheets beneath. Tells you how good you taste, how long he's been dying to have you like this. Tells you this you his favourite sight as he kisses his way up.

You beg him again, asking him to please, please, fill you up. He groans against your mouth and he tells you again, you don't have to. He says he's happy like this. Repeats he's in no rush and just wants to please you and make you feel good. That it's about you, and will always be about you. You beg him again, and again and again, enticing him with a trail of wet kisses down his neck, up to his eralobe. You whisper there, tell him you need him to fill you with his cock so bad. His whole body goes rigid as your legs wrap around him, legs pulling him closer to where you want him, his erection grazing your entrance and his teeth nibble your lower lip.

Jungkook doesn't move for a while, eyes closed shut, jaw clenched and head buried in your neck. He doesn't move because his mind is somewhere else keeping him stagnant, pussy wrapping around him so good and wet and tight he's about to bust. Takes a while for him to move, but when he does he makes sure to grip your thighs around him, keeping you close, never wanting to let go as he tells you you were made just for him. Just for him. Tells you how good you feel. He tells you he loves you. Kisses your lips as you sob, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. He tells you he loves you. Tells you he'll love you forever and will always keep you safe and happy.

You're crying now, cheeks wet and he stops for a moment to look at you, concern written all over his face as his hands craddle yours, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. "We can stop, baby." You shake your head no. Pull him back into another kiss, urging him to go on. You tell him you love this, love him so much. That it's a good thing. That they are happy tears. That you've never been happier. And then his hips start moving again, your words egging him own, soft whimpers and sobs leaving each other's throats until you cum at the same time.

He then removes himself from you, rolling onto your side but he's quick to pull your body close, arms wrapping around you and lips kissing away the wet stains on your cheeks.

It doesn't take long for you to know Jungkook would be the healthy forever and after you had always dreamed of.

#THE FEEELS BRUH #aaaaaa #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #bts #jungkook fic

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the girl next door ~ rodrick heffley;diary of a wimpy kid

word count: 1675

request?: yes!

waaaavyguurl “hey! could you do a rodrick heffley imagine where in rodrick rules the fem!reader has just moved in a house next to the heffley’s and she’s in maths class with rodrick. she’s kinda a genius, so he asks her to help him with hw and they start dating ?? maybe with an insert of greg who understands they’re together when he sees them dancing at the party ?? thank u <3″

description: in which rodrick falls for the smart girl next door

pairing: rodrick heffley x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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His mother had been adamant about the entire Heffley family going to greet their new neighbors just a day after they moved in. Susan spent the whole night making brownies, with Manny’s “help”, and had them boxed up and ready to go the next morning.

“What if they’re allergic to brownies?” Greg asked after Frank had to literally drag him out of bed.

“They’re made from scratch, so the only allergies in it are dairy and gluten,” Susan responded.

“Why couldn’t this have waited till tonight?” Rodrick groaned. “Give them some time to breathe before we scare them off.”

“If we wait too long we’ll look like rude neighbors!”

Rodrick rolled his eyes. He was sure none of the other people on the block had went to meet the new neighbors yet, but there was no talking Susan Heffley out of something once she set her mind to it.

She made the boys dress up in their nicest clothes, which for Rodrick was a pair of jeans without holes in them and a plain black t-shirt, before they made their way across the street. Rodrick let out an annoyed sigh as Susan knocked on the door and they waited.

A girl that looked about Rodrick’s age answered the door. Rodrick couldn’t help but stand up a little straighter as her eyes wandered over the family before her. “Uh...hi?”

“Hello!” Susan greeted. “We’re the Heffleys; I’m Susan, this is my husband, Frank, and my boys, Manny, Greg, and Rodrick. We just wanted to come over and welcome you and your parents to the neighborhood with some homemade brownies!”

“Nice to meet you,” the young girl greeted. “I’m (Y/N). You guys actually just missed my parents. They both work morning shifts, they won’t be home until sometime this evening.”

Rodrick held back his desire to tell his mother “I told you so”.

“Wait, so you’re here by yourself?” Greg asked. “That’s so cool!”

(Y/N) chuckled. “I appreciate the gesture none the less, and my parents will, too. I’ll tell them you stopped by, they’ll probably invite you guys back for dinner sometime.”

“That’d be great!” Susan said. “We’ll wait for your call!”

Greg and Manny were the first to break away from their parents, excitedly running back to the house to play video games and watch cartoons like they normally did on a weekend morning. Susan chased after Manny, telling him not to run across the street without her, while Frank just silently left. Rodrick stayed a moment, trying to think of something to say to (Y/N).

“I-I guess I’ll see you at school on Monday,” he finally managed to say, immediately cringing at the stupid thing he decided to say.

(Y/N) smiled at this, though, and responded, “Yeah, I’ll see you Monday. It’ll be nice to already know a friendly face.”

Rodrick smiled back and nodded. (Y/N) closed the door as Rodrick turned away, silently celebrating to himself before joining his family back at the Heffley household.

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That Monday, Rodrick tried not to seem too obvious as he looked around for (Y/N) at school. He couldn’t hide his disappointment when he couldn’t find her the first half of the day.

When she walked into his sixth period math class, Rodrick smiled widely and waved at her. She smiled back and quickly sat in the empty seat next to him.

“Hey! I finally found you!” she said. “This school is so big, and there’s so many people!”

“Yeah, it is pretty big,” Rodrick responded, lamely. “How have your classes been so far?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “They’re, you know, classes. I feel like I can’t form an opinion on anything yet.”

Before Rodrick could ask anymore questions, the teacher came in to start the class.

Math class always dragged on, but that day it felt like it was going at a pace even slower than a snail. Rodrick wanted nothing more than for the class to just end so he could talk to her more.

“The answer is six,” (Y/N) whispered to herself.

Rodrick looked over at her. “What?”

(Y/N) looked at him. Her face was confused at first until she realized she had spoken out loud. Before she could respond, the teacher asked, “Do you two have something to add Miss. (Y/L/N)? Mr. Heffley?”

The two exchanged a look before (Y/N) responded. “The answer to the equation is actually six. You mixed up on your second to last calculation.”

A snicker came from her classmates as the teacher rolled his eyes at her. “I can assure you my calculations are correct Miss. (Y/L/N).”

“I’m not saying they’re all wrong, just the second to last calculation.” (Y/N) rose from her seat and made her way to the whiteboard. “May I?”

“Oh sure, since you know everything.”

(Y/N) ignored his sarcastic tone and erased everything that was on the board except for the starting equation. Rodrick watched as (Y/N) rewrote the entire equation down to the last step, in which she changed the workings to equal six.

The entire room seemed to hold their breath as (Y/N) turned to their teacher. He had a blank expression on his face before letting out a sigh. “Okay, I see your point. Well done Miss. (Y/L/N), now go sit down.”

(Y/N) returned to her seat next to Rodrick, her cheeks tinted pink.

When class finally ended, Rodrick and (Y/N) left together. “That was so impressive! You’re, like, a math genius.”

“My parents have been teaching me basically since I was born,” (Y/N) explained. “They basically made me an overachiever since birth.”

“That’s cool, though. Maybe you could help me with my homework sometime.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Yeah! I’d love to!”

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Rodrick watched (Y/N) talk to some friends in the living room from his spot in the kitchen. He couldn’t help but smile when she laughed at whatever one of the girls had said.

(Y/N) had really opened up in the months following her moving in. She had gained a great group of friends and had opened up a lot to the people in their grade. She was no longer the shy new girl, but now the smart, semi-popular girl that everyone loved.

“How long till you tell mom and dad about (Y/N)?” Greg asked as he came to stand next to his big brother.

“Disintegrate child,” Rodrick hissed. “Wait, how do you know about me and (Y/N)?”

Greg scoffed. “Come on, Rodrick. You’ve never looked at a girl the way you look at her, among other very obvious tells. You are totally in love with her.”

“Whoa, whoa. Back it up little bro. In love is a strong word. I like her a lot at the most.”

“Like who a lot?”

(Y/N) walked up to the brothers and threw an arm over Rodrick’s shoulder. He felt his heart starting to race at just her close proximity, and he couldn’t stop the smile that spread on his face knowing she was there next to him.

Okay, maybe I love her a little bit.

“What lucky girl has taken little Rodrick’s heart?” (Y/N) continued with their “friends” bit.

“You can drop it. Greg knows about us.”

(Y/N) sighed with relief as she dropped her arm from Rodrick’s shoulder. “Good. There was no way I was going to be able to pretend that Rodrick liked someone else. I was sure I was gonna crack.”

Rodrick wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder and kissed her forehead. (Y/N) leaned into his embrace, a dreamy smile on her face as she peered up at her boyfriend. Greg looked between the two of them, an amused smile on his face.

“I’m happy for you guys,” he said. “But, just remember (Y/N), you could do so much better than Rodrick.”

Rodrick untangled himself from Greg just long enough to feign a threatening punch. Greg took off as soon as Rodrick’s hand went up, disappearing into the crowd of party people around him. Rodrick shook his head and rolled his eyes as (Y/N) laughed.

“He’s smarter than you give him credit for,” (Y/N) pointed out.

“Don’t give him too much credit, it’ll go to his already massive sized head,” Rodrick warned her.

(Y/N) laughed before giving Rodrick a quick peck on her lips. “So, Greg has already figured us out. When do we tell your parents?”

Rodrick sighed as he pulled (Y/N) tightly against them. “Realistically, they’re the next step. I don’t need Greg having anything else he can hold over my head as leverage or blackmail. But...I really don’t want you to meet them. Not because I don’t think they’d like you, they already love you more than they love the three of us. It’s just...mom is super overbearing, especially with girlfriends. The last one I had that I brought to meet them, mom straight up asked her if she planned to ever have kids and get married after graduating high school.”

(Y/N) covered her mouth to try and stifle the laugh that came out. She had met Susan Heffley a few times in passing when doing homework with Rodrick, and even in the few times she had met Rodrick’s mom, she knew that Rodrick’s story was not an exaggeration.”

“Dad is just boring,” Rodrick continued. “He doesn’t do much besides work and collect figurines. He’ll probably ask you if you’ll talk me out of being in the band and actually doing something with my life.”

(Y/N) leaned into Rodrick again. “I won’t push you. You have your reasonings for not wanting me to meet them, and I understand those reasonings. But, just so you know, they’re not gonna chase me away from you. I’m in this for the long haul, Heffley. You’re stuck with me until you get tired of me.”

Rodrick smiled and kissed (Y/N) again. “I’ll never get tired of you, (Y/L/N).”

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Winterrogation, Chapter 4: The Experiment

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Summary: The Winter Soldier has had his memory erased, but the doctor has a use for you yet.

Pairing: Winter soldier x fem!reader

Work Count: 1.6K

Warnings: sex pollen, minors DNI, dubcon/noncon, noncon exhibition, penetrative sex, rough sex, biting, fingering, humiliation, creampie.

A/N: Do not copy, translate, repost or rewrite my work, even if you credit me. I do not give my permission for my works to be copied or shared on other sites.

Picture source: bucky-daddy

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You had sat alone in the Winter Soldier’s quarters for at least a day. You were confused by the recent events between you, but now knew for certain that he was a prisoner as well. A dangerous one. Despite that, you had found yourself actively worrying about him after they had taken him away at gunpoint. And then there were the guttural screams you had heard. You didn’t sleep well, those screams hard to shake from your head.

During your boredom, you had started to leaf through his military strategy books, surprised when a small, white feather fell out of one. You admired it in the lamp light, it’s delicate tendrils long and soft. Maybe there was more to him than you had seen.

While staring at it for the thousandth time, you heard the bars being removed from the doors. You guiltily placed it back in the book and shut it, not wanting him to see you invading his privacy, despite staying in his room. You were surprised to discover two guards behind the door, who once again escorted you without explanation down the hall, holding you by your arms. You lost track of the turns, your heart racing with fear. You found yourself in a room with at least a dozen men milling around and a large observation window behind them. The guards pulled you out of the way, into the corner, and held you in place. You unconsciously craned to see around the men and through the window until one of the guards yanked you firmly back into place.

“Gentlemen, may I have your attention,” one middleaged man said, standing with his back to the window. The room stilled. “Today we have a unique opportunity to test what our research team has developed. We have long been curious about its effects on super soldiers,” he gestured behind him, and you could finally see a nearly empty room, excepting the Winter Soldier in a chair, back rigid, eyes forward.

“Administer the pollen,” he snapped his fingers in the air, and a man left the room, reappearing on the other side of the window. He approached the unflinching Winter Soldier and injected him in the neck with a red substance. “It should take around 5 minutes to take effect. Let us introduce the target,” he gestured again, and you felt yourself being pulled across the room. The guards pulled you through the door and shoved you inside before latching it behind you. You would still hear the man’s words, though it was muffled by the thick glass.

“The target is known to the Winter Soldier, but he has undergone a memory wiping as of yesterday. It is known that they are sexually compatible,” he went on as you struggled to process what you just heard, “now let us observe the results. The pollen has reduced regular men to lustful dogs,” he chuckled, and the room joined, “unable to find peace until they complete in a target, but let us finally see how a super soldier reacts.” You shuddered at their detachment and amusement at your predicament.

You could now see that there was also a metal table to the side, and you gravitated toward it, feeling vulnerable in the large open space. The Winter Soldier continued to sit at attention in the center of the room. Did he even hear what they had said? You decided to approach him, and did so cautiously. They had said his memory had been wiped, which you didn’t even know was possible, but they also said you had a few minutes before the pollen likely took effect.

As always, you were intimidated by his sheer size as you moved in front of him. His eyes took a moment, but seemed to focus on you. You stepped forward slowly, with your hands out in front of you, again feeling that you were approaching a large animal, rather than a man. You searched for any hint of recognition, but were disappointed to find none. Like he was looking through you.

“Are you ok?” you asked in a low voice, “Did they hurt you?” His face didn’t change, but something told you he could hear you. You took a risk and stepped even closer. You could hear his heavy breath and see his chest gently moving in and out. You swallowed thickly, unsure of how to address him, despite how intimate you had been. “Are you alright?” you tried again, afraid to breathe.

The change was sudden. His eyes darkening, his jaw tightening, and his fists clenching at his sides. His groan of pain rang off the walls as he closed his eyes and stood, the chair flung like a toy behind him. Fear ripped through your gut as he towered above you, but your feet felt cemented to the floor.

He groaned again, teeth bared in a grimace, muscles on his neck bulging. His chest heaved and his eyes snapped open, then found you.

Your feet mercifully began to work as you stumbled back, trying to escape. It took him one step to catch up with you, his large hand grabbing your arm and rooting you in place. You turned to face him, terrified of what you would see. You had seen him lustful before, but his eyes were feral. He pulled you into him, biting into your neck with force. You cried out in pain, trying to push away uselessly. While still clamped down on you, he grabbed the hem of your shirt and literally ripped it to the neck, his hands desperately seeking your skin. Despite yourself, you could feel a wetness grow between your legs.

Shit. You forgot he can smell it. He pulled back, forcefully pulling your tattered shirt away from you, then tearing at your pants. His flesh forearm pulled your lower back firmly toward him, allowing you to feel his giant bulge. He growled at the contact, rutting against you while he buried his face against your hair. Your face was pressed against his chest, and his smell overwhelmed you, woody and familiar.

He lifted you effortlessly by your ass, you instinctively wrapping your arms and legs around him to keep from falling. He crashed you onto the table and his face pushed into you, licking and biting along your neck, chest, and abdomen while his hands roamed hungrily. He bit onto your bra impatiently as he shoved his metal hand down your underwear, his fingers entering your pussy with ease. You moaned as he pumped them into you repeatedly, and your head fell back, feeling your self control start to unravel.

That’s when you heard the cheering. The men observing you were hooting at the sight before them, and your cheeks heated in embarrassment.

“Please, no,” you weakly begged as his thumb found your clit, circling it deliciously as he pressed his erection against your knee. When you tried to sit up, his flesh hand found your throat and held you down. This display of dominance worked against you as you felt a familiar warm sensation building deep inside you.

“Not here, not here,” you chanted, your vision starting to blur from his grasp. When his teeth pulled your bra down enough to find your nipple, you snapped, your orgasm coursing through you as you bucked in his grasp, wailing. As you came down, you heard lascivious commentary coming from the observation room.

“Did you see that?!”

“I’d like to try her next!”

“Doc, can I bring this stuff home to my wife?”

The Winter Soldier was unaffected by their noises, dropping his hands to pull at his pants. The button flew off, hitting the wall with an audible crack, as he revealed his impressive cock. You found yourself clenching at the sight of it, wondering if it had somehow gotten even bigger.

He pulled you roughly to the edge of the table and pushed your underwear to the side, entering you slowly and letting out a cry of relief as his head fell back. Your walls accommodated him as you gasped for air, totally stuffed full. You never got used to how he hit all your spots at once. It occurred to you in some corner of your already cockdrunk brain that you had never seen him this raw before. He was usually in complete control.

When he began to thrust, you melted onto the table, keening rhythmically as you held the edge to brace yourself. He held your hips tightly, going deeper and faster than you remembered, and you were lost, everything gone but the sensation. The table scraped loudly across the floor, inches at a time, until it hit the wall and there was nowhere else to go. His face was red and covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes screwed closed, mouth hanging open as he panted. You were mesmerized by his every twitch, drinking in how you could read him so well.

He reached his flesh hand down to play with your clit again, your moans becoming louder. You knew how he liked to feel you cum around him to push him over the edge. This time you paid the audience no mind as you arched, waves of pleasure crashing over you again and again. He groaned in appreciation as he came inside you, his hips eventually stilling. He leaned over you, both of you panting for a moment before he pulled out.

He seemed to come to his senses then, tucking himself quickly back inside his pants and backing away from you, not meeting your eyes. You pushed yourself gingerly off the table, testing your shaky legs.

“Well gentlemen, it would seem it has a strong effect, but he was able to stave it off enough to consider the target’s pleasure. We will continue with our research to see what adjustments need to be made, and will provide you with a copy of our report from today’s findings. Clean this up,” the man waved his hand dismissively, and guards entered the room to whisk you off once again.

Chapter 5

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kuroos-moon · 3 years

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Tetsuro’s Not-So-Secret Admirer

desc: You’re his biggest fan and shame on you for thinking he doesn’t know. When you disappoint him by not showing up during his match, secrets unfold just right after.

wc: 1.5k

warning/s: none

a/n: ik this isn’t a request but it’s his birthday and i love him to the moon and back i’ll literally sell my soul for him 🥺also, i rlly enjoyed writing this pls give it a shot <333

They won; they were going to nationals. Nekoma’s captain had all reason to be happy— ecstatic even; this wouldn’t be his last game and they actually have a shot playing Karasuno. Weirdly enough, he was in too much dismay to enjoy their victory, ordering his team to line up in front of their schoolmates who came to cheer them on.

His fan club was there, but you weren’t. He knows you didn’t attend his game; his eyes would always scan the crowd at every timeout and your absence would disappoint him each time, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he tries to figure out why you didn’t come to support him.

You were his number one fan, right? He pretended to not know and be nonchalant about how you ‘subtly’ admired him, but oh, he knows— and you’d be embarrassed to know how he found out. One last time, before leaving the court, he looks up at the stands; and still, you weren’t there.

Maybe he was twisted or obsessed, but spiking a ball, scoring off a block or amazingly digging a seemingly impossible-to-receive ball just didn’t feel as exhilarating despite the constant cheering of his name. Pride didn’t course through his veins all throughout the match wherein he led his team without flaw and he blames you for it.

He never got to see the head-over-heels look in your eyes, didn’t hear you shout his name or clutch at your chest anxiously at a long rally, and most importantly, you weren’t there to approach him after such a hard-earned and awaited victorious match. If you were, he just knows it was the time to ask you out on a date instead of settling for the ‘let’s like each other from afar’ relationship.

“Kuroo,” Kenma mutters under his breath, making the disheartened captain look up from his own shoes. He wonders why they’ve stopped, the bus was waiting, but when he sees you standing before his team, he’s rendered helplessly speechless.

You stood self-consciously aware that all of them were staring at you. Not that that mattered much, what really made you become a jumble of nerves was Kuroo’s passive stare. How could you even look at him in the eyes? The answer is you can’t, he was too glorious you’re bound to go blind. His hair was messy as usual and his tall figure made him stand out, black shirt beautifully sticking to his body and his red shorts just not long enough to shield your sight away from his thighs.

“The bus is waiting, let’s hurry up,” Kuroo nonchalantly says to his team, your heart sinking for some reason. What did you expect anyway? You were just another one of his fans and your unwavering feelings for him won’t magically make him like you back.

You just want to see him a little longer, cursing yourself for waking up late and not seeing his game. Before you knew it, one of them passed by you, and another, and another until finally, he walked by you as well, the momentary closeness of Kuroo Tetsuro just when he was beside you making your knees weak and your heart ache with longing.

Unrequited love is hard and being his fan is hard though it’s one of your greatest joys. Seeing him happy, knowing that he had aced another test and witnessing the grin on his face as he focused on something he loved to do made you ultimately content and happy, and that was enough.

But were you sincerely content with it or was it just a lie you told yourself to erase the pain of being a mere fan among many?

Screw loving him from a distance. “Kuroo-senpai!” You call for him, turning around with your body set on sprinting towards his bus if you have to. You were so sure you would confess today, in front of his team if you must without fearing his rejection; but what were you supposed to do when you’re met with his chest the moment you turn around?

He was right in front of you, hands inside the pockets of his unzipped red Nekoma jacket. You lose your voice and bravery, pathetically unable to move or even look up at him as you internally go into panic. He is looking at you and you know that he knows you’re flustered.

“I’m right here,” he quietly says and you gulp. “Weren’t you going to say something?”

For a second you doubt that they won, he just seemed so glum and scary. “It’s nothing, I- I’m sorry, I should go,” your strings of stuttered words were barely audible and your rushing to leave made him all the more frustrated, “after skipping my match like that you’ll run off so soon?”

You look up at him in surprise, “how do you know I wasn’t there?”

“Where were you?” He ignores your question, but you were more curious. “Why do you care?”

He involuntarily cracks a grin, just a second ago you were hardly coherent and you were obviously nervous but now you’re answering his question with another question without breaking a sweat. “I don’t have to answer you if you’re not telling me what it is you wanted to tell me earlier.”

You raise a brow at him, “I said it was nothing.”

“You called for me as if your life was on the line, I’m sure it was nothing,” he sarcastically says. You weren’t sure before, but now you’re positive that he was teasing you. He’s lost the depressing aura he had earlier and wore the cutest grin you’ve seen on him as he stares back at you.

You silently commend yourself for not breaking eye contact but now you don’t even know what to do, feeling cornered and restless. Now is the perfect time to confess, there won’t be another chance like this because you know you’re too chicken to go through another nerve-wracking encounter with him.

“Kuroo-senpai,” you softly say, and he subtly bites the inside of his cheek to fight off the smile that threatened to show upon hearing you say his name. “I- I think I like you,” you mutter, biting your lip as you immediately look away.

“You think?” He taunts, taking a daring step closer to you and smirking when you squeak instead of taking a step back. He’s got you wrapped around his finger and he knows it, “you sound unsure, and that’s not good enough.”

“Good enough for what?” You can’t fight it anymore, you just had to look back at him, wanting to touch him all the more that he stood this painfully close. “Good enough to be more than just my silly fan,” he chuckles, before stepping away.

“I have to go, and since you missed my game earlier,” he trails off in thought but you fail to register a word he just said because you were just so mesmerized at the sight of him. He genuinely looked happy and carefree, his eyes twinkling with excitement and his lips pulled up in a playful grin.

His victory earlier caught on to him but what really made him this euphoric was your confession. “Since you missed my game earlier, you could make up for it by going out with me.”

“What?” Your jaw drops, and his grin widens. “Text me later kitten,” he winks, slowly backing away as he takes steps back, his gaze still not leaving yours, “I assume you have my number.”

“I don’t.” You lie.

“Kuroo-senpai, you don’t know me, but I’m your biggest fan and I hope you ace your test today,” he playfully says, looking back at your horrified expression with a smug smirk.

He takes another step back, “senpai, it’s me again. I’d love to run my fingers through your messy hair, oh and you looked really dashing today in a lab coat.”

Another step, “Kuroo-senpai, you haven’t been sleeping well, I’m worried and I hope you start taking better care of yourself.”

“Stop!” You hiss.

His smirk falls off, replaced by a serious but soft look as he stares back at you, “senpai, you were really amazing today, but I don’t like you just because you’re tall, or handsome or an insanely amazing volleyball player and captain. I love how you care for everyone around you; I love how you’re always so eager to study for chemistry and I definitely love how you kindly flash a smile of gratitude towards your fans after every game. It makes me happy; I just like you very much, Kuroo-senpai, and I’ll support you at your every match since that’s the only time I could express how I feel for you without being discovered.”

“You even memorized that?!” You shriek, words couldn’t even explain how embarrassed you are right now as you cover your face with your hands; you’re pretty much close to crying at this point.

“You... broke off your promise, you weren’t there to cheer me on earlier,” his lips press into a thin line before he cracks a grin, “that was how I expedted your confession to go, but it’s fine,” he snickers.

“So all along you knew that was me?”

“I know you thought you were anonymous when you sent me those texts but I had your contact saved too, I liked you first you know,” he chuckles, “and for the record,” he bites his lip, hesitant to continue but he does, “I don’t even look at anyone else after a match— I don’t flash a smile of gratitude to my fans y/n, I smile at you.”

Giving you one last soft smile, he finally turns around and walks away. Who would’ve thought the man of your dreams had you in his every night far longer than you?

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cedricslover · 3 years

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Troubled

Pairing: Cedric x fem! reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 (Final)

Series summary: A very unfortunate situation happened and it resulted in very unfortunate events. You had everything, a good boyfriend that everyone dreamed of, best friends that you got in a twin pack, and a loving school. It was a calm before a storm and in your sixth year the storm came. You faced the consequences your deceased parents run from, you were only left with your only family, your little brother. What would you do in order to save him? The answer is, everything, even if it means joining a terrorist group of wizards, joining THE DEATH EATERS...

Chapter summary: School already started, the triwizard tournament and everything. Your boyfriend Cedric Diggory was the champion of your school, you didn’t want to be a burden for him therefore you never told him what was bothering you. The damn dark mark.

Note: there is no specific house so enjoy:))) i can make requests if y’all have one Warnings: SMUT, sad, frustration, idrk sorry... oh but there is fluff, i guess

Word count: 2.3k

“Hey” someone called you from the back, but before you can even take a sight of who it was, a warm kiss was planted on your cheek while an arm wrapped around your waist. You chuckled and grabbed his face for a nice short kiss.

“Ced, what do you think?” You asked while smiling and turned to him who was now sitting beside you and continued your homework. Your brows furrowed and your lips became a straight line. You grabbed the parchment and looked at him.

“I thought we agreed on not doing each other’s personal work unless they asked for help?” You said, disappointment and anger was heard from your voice. “I know- I know, but love, the thing is-” you interrupted Cedric and stood up. “You told me that you don’t want me to help you before because you can handle it. I told you I don’t want other’s help unless I asked, because I will think of it as a way of you looking down on me. Ced, this is just an alchemy homework, do you think I’m dumb to even answer this?” you’re trying your best to not shout since you two are at the library.

“Love, of course not. But, I heard the professors, Snape and McGonagall. They said that it’s almost a matter of time before you fail your classes and-” you interrupted Cedric again “Then let me fail” you declared and removed Cedric’s hand that was holding your arm and walked away.

You headed straight to your common room with that annoying disappointed feeling. You hated this feeling every time, you just had enough of it.

You stood in front of the mirror in your dorm and observed every single inch of yourself. Except for your arm. You slowly removed your tie, emptied your robes, and changed into your casual clothes. You were about to go out when you looked at what you were wearing, it didn’t cover your arms that made your heart drop. You bite your lip and sighed, trying the best not to let out a tear.

Once again, you were so desperate, you got an eraser and started rubbing it in your forearm, you felt the heat from the friction but you never cared, you aggressively rubbed it, again and again until that part of your forearm turned red but the thing that you wanted to be gone was still there. Your breathing was heavy and you looked at yourself in the mirror once again. You were unconsciously crying, it was out of frustration. You tried everything, even the thing that your muggle-born friend gave you, they call it concealer, still nothing. You searched every spell and even managed to sneak in the restricted section, but it was still nothing.

You can’t make that damn dark mark disappear.

“Good morning lady” two voices filled your ears. “Morning, twins” You greeted the Weasley twins back with a gloomy voice, not the sarcastic or energetic one that they got used to. They were your bestfriends since your first year, you knew them through and through and they also knew you through and through or so they thought.

“Is something wrong?” George asked and blocked your way, you looked at him and just shook your head. “Are you sure?” Fred was now the one asking you, two of them blocking and towering you. You closed your eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and opened them again. You raised one of your eyebrows and said sarcastically “Oh no, I’m not bloody fine, I should tell my bestfriends right away” you acted very devastated that made the twins look at each other. “If I’m not fine I should've told the both of you right away” you answered like it was very obvious. “Gits” you muttered under your breath that made the twins’ faces light up, you managed to convince them that everything was fine, that you are fine.

“How about we go to honeydukes on weekend? What do' ya think?” Fred asked the both of you while you were headed to your class. “Everything's on you?” I asked, that made him laugh. “No, of course not. I did not have a twin for nothing. Right Georgie?” he looked at George who was beside you, he chuckled and raised both of his hands acting like he was surrendering. “All right, fine, everything's on us. Besides, we got plenty from selling our products, eh Freddie?” George answered and both of them high fived each other while you just laughed while shaking your head.

You missed this feeling, a very carefree moment with the twins. After everything that has happened, Sirius Black and the dementors, it was seriously a mess.

You and Cedric haven’t talked yet, after what happened yesterday. The truth is it's not because you never wanted his help, you wanted it very much because right now, you needed him more than ever. But with the whole triwizard tournament clouding his head, you don’t want to be a burden for him, he was already too much for you to deserve yet he was still there.

“Y/n” a manly voice called your name from behind as you walk towards your next class. You didn’t have to turn around to find out who it is, you already know. A warm hand has touched your wrist and slowly walked in front of you.

“Can we please talk?” Cedric asked, you looked at his face and noticed the dark circles under his eyes and his hair was now messy, very different from his very clean hairstyle. He was a hot mess. You said nothing, you can’t word out how you felt, you were so guilty, you started blaming yourself because these past few days the two of you didn’t talk much, a supposed to be a nice talk will just turn into an argument. You shook your thoughts away and started walking, you were now dragging Cedric by the hand.

“Pine fresh” you said the password for the prefects’ bathroom, it opened up and you dragged Cedric to the further corner that even the portrait of the siren mermaid won’t notice the both of you. “What is it that you can keep after giving it to someone else?” You read the riddle in the door, after a few seconds of thinking you answered “Your word” and the door opened.

You still held Cedric’s hand tightly as you roamed your eyes, it was just a small room. No one ever knew this room hidden in the prefects’ bathroom, it has no definite password, just like the Ravenclaw’s common room you have to answer a riddle before you can enter. There’s not much in that room, only a four seater sofa, small table, a hanging cabinet and a fireplace. All the things here were vintage and the first time you discovered this was when you saw Cedric enter here in the Marauders map.

You sat in the sofa while Cedric leaned in the table, he knew you wanted space while talking to each other.

"I-" "Look-" You both started talking the same time that made you two look at each other.

Stared. You both just stared at each other for a minute until Cedric opened his manly arms, inviting you to a hug, you smiled, stood up and walked up to him.

You heard his heartbeat while leaning to his chest, it was in sync with yours. "Ced, I'm really sorry. I just really didn't want to be burden for you. With all these triwizard thing I just don't want to add to your plate" you said and tightened your wrap on his waist.

"You will never be a burden to me love, never" he answered that made you look up to his face, those gray eyes that can melt your soul.

"Of course, I'm an angel, why would I be a burden? That's so silly of me to think I'm a burden for a guy that literally asked me out" you teased that made the both of you laugh.

You just looked at each other's eyes, deeply, deeply, and the next thing you knew your arms were wrapped in his neck, you were tiptoeing while he crouched to reach your face. His hands were sliding back and forth from your waist to your hips while you were pressing your body to his.

Your kisses went deeper and deeper. He picked you up from your waist and made you sat in that simple wooden table he was leaning to earlier. You felt that raging hotness and craving for him and he was too. He was also wanting you.

Without breaking your kiss you wrapped your arms and legs to him, he walked to the sofa and laid you there.

He kissed your neck, slowly, while his hand roamed your thighs, you felt his soft but also rough hand due to the callouses.

"Shit" you let out a breathy moan as he hit that spot in your nape. He smirked and continued exploring your body. You started kissing again, it was aggressive this time, your tongues swirled each others', you can't get enough of this sensation even from the first time.

Your hands traced his back while you two continued to press each others lips, his soft lips you loved. You were too turned on that you bit his lip. He chuckled between your kisses as his hands started massaging your breasts.

"Do you want to?" He whispered in your ear as you kissed his neck.

You pulled away and nodded. He was about to kiss you again when you stood up.

"How about we do it with our uniforms on?" You asked teasingly as you sat on his lap. "Someone wants to try something huh?" He answered you and tucked your hair to the back of your ear. You nodded despite the different reason.

You don't want him to see it.

"All right then, your wish is my command" he replied and you grabbed his hufflepuff tie to seal a kiss. You were messing his hair while he was just there, opening a few buttons of your shirt for him to have access to your breast.

"Oh my, Ced" you moaned as he sucked your nipple while his one hand was caressing the other nipple. You started rubbing in, you can feel your underwear getting wet, but you can also feel his cock hardening. You rode, back and forth, rubbing your pussy to his cock while he sucked your boobs, and honestly, you would never get tired of this, of him.

You two were pressing each others lips again when you suddenly felt a hand was rubbing your clitoris,

"Your moan is something I can listen to everyday" he whispered again to your ears that made you more horny, his breath made you shiver, his hand in your clitoris was really giving it all.

"Put. It." You ordered when you can't take it anymore, you wanted him inside you. Now. "Calm down baby" he said as he slowly kissed your lips and just right after he licked his middle finger that he used to play with your clit. He loves seeing you wanting him so bad, he wants you too, so so bad.

"Bloody fuck!" You shouted as he entered you from behind, "I'm sorry!" Cedric panicked and was about to remove his dick from your inside but you said "Continue please…" with a breathy moan.

It was your idea, you didn't want to sit anymore, you wanted him to fuck you while you faced the wall.

The sound of your butt hitting his body made you feel something more, you wanted more. That sound of clapping did it, you were so turned on, so horny.

Cedric's hand was supporting you by holding your waist, while your hands were at the wall.

"Fuck! fuck!" Cedric moaned breathily while thrusting inside you. You can feel him inside you, it was like a fuel to a torch.

"I'm coming love!" You shouted when his thrust went rougher, "Me too, I'm taking it out alright?" He answered while squeezing your butt cheek, you nodded and you felt he let it out.

You expected dripping heat to your legs but what surprised you was Cedric's tongue swirling around your opening.

"Y/n…" he moaned as he explored your pussy, licking all that orgasm that made your eyes roll upward and after that you just looked down to be greeted by his gaze, enjoying your turned on face on your uniform.

"Make it quick Ced, my legs are losing its energy" you said while feeling your legs weakening from earlier round. Right after you said that, Cedric inserted his middle finger inside you, up and down it goes, and minutes later another orgasm was down to Cedric's throat.

Both of you never realized how long you made love inside that secret room with your uniforms on, but it was hella good.

"I love you, so much" Cedric whispered during your kiss, but this time it was pure, innocent, and full of love. "I love you more" you replied as you two ended the kiss.

You both leaned your forehead to each other while you closed your eyes. Both of you were panting.

“Dragons, that’s the first task” you said and sat beside Cedric at charms class. He looked around trying to be cautious if someone heard you. “What do you mean?” he asked you while you arranged your books.

You tucked some of your hair that was in your face behind your ear and stated “Ron told me earlier, it seems like everyone knows it already. I mean Harry, Fleur, and Viktor.” and you saw his confused face.

“Are you serious?” he wanted to make sure, dragons are not a joke, but also this triwizard tournament too. “Deadly” you declared and took a deep breath, now you have many things occupying your mind and it felt so overwhelming.

You felt Cedric’s hand wrapped yours beneath the table. “Everything’s going to be fine, don’t worry” he whispered and smiled sweetly to you. He must have noticed your troubled face.

And you wished, you wished that everything’s going to be fine but deep down you knew, it won't be.

You wanted to tell him everything, every single thought, but you can’t and you chose not to, even with the urge telling him all you just smiled at him and replied “I hope so”.

#cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory smut #cedric diggory series #death eaters #cedric diggory #triwizard champions #triwizard tournament

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shslrose · 4 years

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Angel - Gundham Tanaka x Reader

Request: gundham x female!reader, please!! i’m not very good with scenerios so i guess just go wild, but could the reader be on the more sensitive, motherly side? thank u in advance!

a/n - i hope i did this justice! thank you so much for the request!! <3

You had awoken from a nightmare in a cold sweat. A quick glance out your cottage window told you that the sun had only just begun to rise. You tried to fall asleep, but the thought of being killed haunted your mind. Would you be stabbed, like Byakuya? Or perhaps it would be blunt trauma, like Mahiru? You felt you had no other option, so you quickly left your cottage, wearing nothing but your white nightgown, deciding that you needed someone to help comfort you.

It wasn’t long before you arrived at Gundham’s cottage. For a moment, you hesitated to knock, fearful of disturbing his sleep. The fear of being alone crept back into your mind, and your hesitation dissipated. You had hardly begun to knock on the door when it had swung open, revealing your closest ally, Gundham Tanaka.

“Y/N…?” He said sleepily, a hint of surprise in his voice. He looked at your appearance, and in turn you looked at his. As he took in the sight of you, standing before him wearing a nightgown that was borderline indecent, a blush came over his face. At the same time, you analyzed his appearance; he wore a simple, yet flattering white t-shirt that clung to his body, and boxers. You also noticed the dark bags that had formed under his grey eyes, his red contact nowhere to be seen.

“Wh..what are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked, looking away from you. He longed for his signature scarf, which had been discarded many hours ago and now hung next to his coat, for he could feel warmth rushing to his face. “Do you intend to challenge me, the Supreme Overlord of Ice? A foolish choice of action, if so, for I will not hesitate to defeat any challenger...even if it is an angel, such as yourself.”

“C-challenge? No..no I..I was just...scared,” you said quietly, looking down at your hands. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have bothered y-”

“Nonsense!” He declared, before gesturing with his left hand for you to enter his cottage. “You are no bother, none at all.”

You noticed then his left arm was uncovered, a distinct change from it’s usual status of being covered in bandages. You also noticed several small bite marks and scratches. As you entered the cottage, he must have noticed your gaze while closing the door, since he spoke again.

"Ah, truly you must be in possession of the All Seeing Eye! To notice such a detail… truly, you are an angel!”

It was your turn to blush then. Angel. He called you that frequently, and it never failed to leave you flustered. “Gundham… your arm, did your devas do that?”

“Fuhahaha,” he laughed, uproariously. “Tis but a minor injury, and of no consequence to a being such as myself!”

“But still… I’m no Ultimate Nurse, but will you please allow me to wrap your arm in bandages?”

“I… Well… It’s not a good idea, for an angel such as yourself to come that close to a dark creature like me,” he said nervously. It was too late, your caring nature had already kicked in and there was no way you were giving in. Without warning, you reached out and held his hand.

“See? It’s okay.” You said, with his hand in yours. In that moment, Gundham had never blushed so hard before in his life, but you hardly noticed. “Now, sit down please. I need to wrap your arm, so you can heal properly.”

Normally, Gundham would’ve protested, but he could hardly think straight, not while you were holding his hand. It was almost as if… you cared for him? But no, that was impossible. How could someone like you ever care for him…? So he simply obeyed, sitting down on the edge of his bed. You let go of his hand then, moving towards his dresser to grab a bandage, and he felt an immense sense of disappointment. How he yearned to feel your warm touch again…

It wasn’t long before you returned to him, and began carefully tending to his arm. For a short while, the two of you sat in silence, but it wasn’t long before you spoke up.

“Gundham?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I was just wondering… why you… why do you… call me an angel?” As the question escaped your lips, you couldn’t bear to make eye contact with him.

“Why do I call you an angel? Hmph. Do you also ask why red roses are red? Some things in nature simply are what they are.” He paused for a moment before continuing, as though he was considering whether or not he should. “I have told you before, I am the product of an angel and a demon, and as a cursed halfbreed I am destined to unleash true hell upon hell itself…! My mother was an angel, and so I can see that angelicness reflected within you. True kindness lives within you, I can see it in your aura! Truly, you are an angel!”

“Oh, so it’s because I’m kind? Just as your mother was?” You asked, simply. You had finished wrapping his wounds, and now the two of you sat side by side.

“Well… there is also the matter of your appearance,” he continued, shyly.

“My...appearance?”

“It… it is obvious that you have an...angelic appearance... on this astral plane,” he said, stuttering slightly. One glance over at you was already too much for him, the sight of you, sitting on his bed, wearing that enticingly thin nightgown...

“I.. I don’t understand…?” You asked, although a small part of you did understand.

“I...I mean to say that.. well… you are… quite.. beautiful,” he mumbled.

“You.. think I’m beautiful?”

“D-do not make me repeat myself!” he declared suddenly. “Is it not clear that I… find you to be… attractive..?”

That was all you needed to hear: you leaned over and pressed your lips against his. The kiss was short and sweet, lasting only a moment before you pulled away. A surprised expression was plastered on Gundham’s face, and for a moment you wondered if you had made a mistake.

“Did.. did you not want that? I-I’m sorry, I just thought-”

Before you could finish, he kissed you. He pulled you onto his lap, and then you were on top of him, straddling him as you made out. Passion override your mind, and the fear you had felt earlier was erased.

As time went by, the sun rose fully, and it was time for everyone to gather at the hotel restaurant. Well, almost everyone.

“Where’s Y/N?” Chiaki asked. “I haven’t seen her since yesterday… I think.”

Geez, that girl seriously needs to get more confident in her statements, thought Hajime.

“Ah, and Gundham is missing as well!” Nagito pointed out. “I hope a murder has occured. A new class trial needs to start soon, so we can overcome desp-”

“Shut the fuck up, you bastard!” Fuyuhiko exclaimed. “What kind of sick fuck hopes there’s a murder?!”

“If a murdered occured,” Hiyoko called out, “I bet it was that nasty trashy pigshit, Mikan, who did it!”

“W-w-what?!” Mikan cried.

“Everyone, please calm down!” Sonia shouted. “I shall go to Gundham and Y/N’s cottages and retrieve them!” Sonia, along with Kazuichi who volunteered to go with her and Fuyuhiko who agreed to come along in order to prevent any of Kazuichi’s perverted antics, left the restaurant. She was eager to find her lost classmates, but upon entering Gundham’s cottage, she was extremely surprised to find you there, lying in his bed alongside him.

“Y/N! What are you… the two of you…how disgraceful…!”

Kazuichi, who was just seconds behind her, gasped. “G-gundham? Are you kidding me? Gundham landed Y/N before I nailed Miss Son-”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth,” the yakuza interrupted, “or I’ll shut it for you!”

The trio stepped out, allowing you and Gundham to get dressed. You had nothing but your nightgown, so Gundham lended you one of his shirts. Outside, Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi were still bickering. The five of you made your restaurant, with you and Sonia trailing behind the boys.

“So, Gundham, how was she? C’mon, you gotta tell us everything! Did she let you touch her b-”

“Cut it, Soda!” Fuyuhiko shouted, before cracking a small grin. “Really though, Gundham, nice going.”

The idea of talking about you with them was true hell to Gundham, so he simply blushed, covered his face with his scarf, and muttered out some excuse about not knowing what they meant.

As he walked, he thought of nothing but you. Truly, you were his angel.

{please send in any danganronpa requests! i will write literally anything for literally any character. also, like / reblog / follow if u enjoyed <3}

#gundham x reader #gundham tanaka #gundham tanaka x reader #gundham tanaka one shot #gundham tanaka imagine #danganronpa #super danganronpa two #danganronpa 2 #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #sonia nevermind #kazuichi souda #danganronpa imagines #makoto naegi #nagito komeada #ibuki mioda

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tosikoarts · 4 years

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SFW Alphabet | Ogata Hyakunosuke

Writing Ogata is a mental gymnastics and I have weak ankles. You can check tosikowrites tag for more. Warning: there’s a lot under the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

As a person who hasn’t experienced love (without any exaggeration) in his whole life, Ogata is the worst of all in showing affection, and he will mercilessly tease anyone who will try to do it without manipulative ulterior motive. It is easier for him to comprehend desire for power or use than pure love, so prepare yourself for endless battle with destructive defense mechanisms.

He watches person of interest whenever they do, either openly, brazenly staring or subtly following them with peripheral vision. Ogata doesn’t know why he does it but his eyes are always fixed on their presence. Once some time passed, Ogata actively seeks their attention, he is almost excited to meet their gaze, but only thing they will get of it is a faint crooked smile and awareness of being monitored.

Like in childhood, Ogata continues to hunt but now he has one more purpose. The purpose is to share food with this one specific person. In a big groups, Ogata as always sits away from the group but he moves just a little bit closer to them. Enough to get closer but not enough for others to notice.

Asks what they want. Yes, Ogata straightforwardly asks them if they want anything and if they do what it is. He condescends to putting mind games away and considering their opinion. At least, sometimes. Rarely. But he does it!

And the last one. Ogata tolerates physical affection and later gets adjust to it. Teasing isn’t going away any time soon, but he learns to relax around them without loosing soldier’s alertness. It is a slow process, it takes years for Ogata to learn something so simple, but the results are amazing.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

That friend that got too many sins to ever judge you. Quote “If you tell me you killed a man, I will help you to hide the body” is literal. Ogata laughs loudly after hearing the most cringe-worthy or outright scary stories but won’t ever shame his best friend.

He is the one to offer to go astray together, make problems together, and be petty together. Hardly ever Ogata needs to be bailed out of troubles, but he enjoys living on a knife blade and pulls others along. He lives by the rule “Enemy of my friend is my enemy” and can, without a twinge of conscience, offer to kill someone.

Nicknames and name-calling are common, intentions behind the names are never clear. Is he really trying to insult you or was it a joke? Who knows. Ogata takes pleasure in screwing with other’s people minds.

His best friend has to deal with absence of relationship’s boundaries. Today they are friends, next day Ogata decides to mess around and kiss them, and the day after he is nowhere to be found. Oh, he is definitely the one to suggest to be friends with benefits.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

It is hard to call what he does cuddling but this is what happens when Ogata’s feline side comes into action. As dusk approaches and there is not a single soul around, he gets closer from behind and unceremoniously lays down his head on their shoulder. Sometimes he even lets them sit between his legs so Ogata can press their back into his chest and curl up together. Not a word falls from his lips. If they drop a taunt on how cute or romantic he is, Ogata will immediately move over and frown (early in relationship) or pretend he didn't hear anything (later in relationship). If in a bad mood and his loved one begs for cuddle, he will act all teasingly bitchy just to leave them touched-starved after.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Ogata doesn't really believe that he will live up to the age when normal people want to settle down. His chances to end up in prison or in shallow grave are higher than ever and he is totally okay with it so thought of home comfort never popped up in his head. If his partner brings up this idea, Ogata will deliberately resist it, calling his loved one silly goose that doesn’t know what they are talking about. Good cook and can clean properly if he wants to.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It can go so many different ways depending on his mood and general perception of the person.

In the later stages of relationship as well as if his loved one is the sweetest angel, Ogata would disappear in the thin air. He doesn’t explain reasoning in any of the options but in this one this wildcat tries not to hurt their feelings much. All traces of his presence are erased, and Ogata tries to get away from them as far as possible.

You have to make it hurt to push them away, right? For active and cheerful personalities Ogata has a strategy that provides the worst relationship experiences, small things like avoidance, detachment, feeling of slowly dying passion. When they are about to give up, Ogata himself breaks up with them smiling venomously, as if to say “did you expect anything else in the first place?”

If they are patient and assertive, Ogata will be the pettiest. Strong personality calls for exquisite torture, so prepare yourself for setups, cheatings, direct insults, and smug smirks as he burns down everything they built together.

If there is no other way out, Ogata will shoot them. It may completely ruin whatever left of his humaneness but he will do it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He gives the dirtiest look when being questioned about marriage. First of all, idea of commitment disturbs him for a multiple reasons. It brings nothing but an official status, it does not oblige couple to happy ever after, and Ogata is a living proof of this axiom. It is unlikely that he will ever change his mind. Remains faithful in a relationship though, he just does not like the concept of being bound by the vows.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Nowhere close to being gentle. Hasn’t been touched emotionally, and physical gentleness is foreign to him too. The only embrace he knows is holding a sniper rifle at cold night so you can imagine how hard it is for him to be in loving relationship. Ogata asks himself “why are they act so kindly?” almost everyday, he expects misdemeanor, he tensely waits for it, and sighs in both relief and disappointment when nothing happens. When it comes to being physical, from unobtrusive hands-holding to make-out sessions, Ogata tenses up to the point when his whole body turns in the taut string. It is a damn mental work to ease off and he needs a lot of practice.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

What is the hug? What is its purpose? Why would they hug him? What the hell? Yes, Ogata is the worst. When his loved one puts their hands around him, Ogata just… stands here with eyes empty and head up. He does not move a bit, doesn’t flinch, he lets them do the thing but does not participate in the process whatsoever. After few weeks, Ogata hugs them back for the first time, putting his hands higher on their back instead of waist, and holding breath like he is going underwater. He is still awkward, but slowly gets used to their warmness and gentle touch. Sometimes you can hear dull low sound like a sigh escaping his lips when Ogata relaxes enough to close his eyes and gives up to soothing caress.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

If we talk about the time frame, I would say, around 2-3 years, but time is not the most important factor in whole confession. Ogata could never say three magic words in his usual emotionally constrained state so he needs a real kick in the ass to squeeze out more than apathetic “you’re good, whatever”. Near-death experience may be an option but getting absolutely wasted, shitfaced, hammered is way more likely. After consuming ungodly amount of sake, getting in fist fight with Katarou (no worries, no Kantarous were harmed), and falling right in front of his loved one, Ogata claims he needs to tell his loved one something special. Few leading questions and he wistfully admits that he never told them he loves them. Then he passes out. Thanks God, he remembers nothing from that night, so there is another day to confess with a clear head and well thought out text.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

If some careless admirer is hitting on his loved one, Ogata expects his partner to instantly push another person away and explain that they are taken. If pour soul is persistent, Ogata will warn them once and shoot them in the leg if they do not take a hint right away.

And if his loved one goes around shamelessly flirting with whoever? Ogata will be so pissed, oh boy, you will see how mad he can be. Nobody fucks with him like that, nobody. If they think they are the center of his universe, Ogata will quickly bring them down to earth, ignoring them completely, putting them in danger on purpose, abruptly jumping up as soon as they come for the kiss or hug. He’ll knock this vanity crap out of them with sticks since he doesn’t know how to put carrots to work.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses feel like there is no tomorrow, they are greedy and rough. Ogata, like a natural predator, slowly drives his partner into a corner, squeezes them in the arms, and does not let go even when salty blood oozes from under his teeth. Feral to the fingertips. His partner has to wrap a scarf around the neck since he likes to cover it in small bruises. If we talk about where Ogata likes to be kissed, worth mentioning that he will bite anyone’s fingers off if they try to kiss his empty eye socket. It hurts like hell and bleeds easily, for god’s sake. However, he likes his fingertips kissed, knuckle kisses, and lip kisses. All types of hand kisses give him strange feeling of superiority and dominion.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

No. Just no. He doesn’t want to be anywhere near kids and flatly refuses to have any of his own. Babies, toddlers, or teenagers – they are all the same to Ogata, small versions of adults that require too many resources and for what? To grow up in someone like him? At the same time, he is mediocre in babysitting and can take care of baby, changing diapers or lulling to sleep, but teaching older ones high morals and emotional intelligence is not his forte.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Fortunately or unfortunately, Ogata is difficult to catch in the morning since he wakes up with the first cocks and leaves home quickly for the hunting. Upon awakening his mood is pretty grumpy but it changes to calmly benevolent as he cooks breakfast and thinks about upcoming businesses. It is important for Ogata to put his swarming thoughts in order before greeting his loved one with a peck on the cheek: he does not want to burden them more than usual with talks about the endless nightmares and causes of these bad dreams. After meal, he is ready to get his portion of love or spoil his partner with exclusive attention. Cats are very selective creatures but they are generous with gestures of trust too.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Evening is a time of solitude, there is no place for strangers in it. During the day, Ogata overdoses on people so in the evening he wants to stay in the company of a loved one and only them. It doesn’t matter if they drag him to the empty night downtown under the bright light of lanterns or hide him like a favorite toy under the weight of the blanket, he cherishes every second. Evening walk in the garden is his favorite pastime. During cherry blossom season, when gardens turn into a solid pink ocean, Ogata pulls his loved one to sit on his lap so they can both engage in hanami. These short ten days bring peace to his soul and give him belief in a better future with the best person by the side.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Ogata has no problems in opening up, actually. Of course, he knows some people are slick sleuths preying on facts to use in their manipulations but he also understands people do have conversations and exchange information about themselves as ordinary social ritual. Probably, avoids topics like his family and feelings but other that this Ogata can be pretty forthright. He prefers to take it slowly, without much zeal.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Well, sniper has to be patient, but it is unclear if Ogata fits this description. You never know if you have crossed the line (and if you did – when did it happen?) because he knows nothing better than smiling mysteriously and planning your demise in silence. Next thing you know there is a bullet piercing your body, blood is spilled everywhere, and Ogata is far gone because Type 30 rifle is so “excellent for sniping and sharpshooting”. In everyday domestic life, Ogata is quite patient and restrained, never rises his voice, and tries to refrain from direct conflict.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

It varies. On good days, Ogata pays more attention to his partner and what they are doing. If they are having deep conversation, he pulls as much information as possible and immediately thinks where it can be applied it in the future. On the contrary, when in a bad mood, Ogata turns a deaf ear even to words spoken directly to him. It's hard to predict weather he will listen to you or not, so it is not uncommon to hear him repeating your words when you thought Ogata was his usual cold distant self.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Anything that has to deal with emotions, feelings, and confessions because all those things make him both nervous and excited. Actually, first time he confronted them about their feelings and behavior and got confirmation that it wasn’t a dream. Ogata was too tired to provoke them so he sat quietly and listened to whatever they’ve chosen to say in their annoyingly sincere voice. Rational and irrational, critical and non-critical, rude and affectionate. He noticed weird tight sensation in his chest when they murmured something about caring about his stupid cat ass but decided to ignore it. Ogata has little capability of accepting their love and it is not going to change with a wave of a magic wand but he… considers it may be true. It sounds too good to be true though, but he will crawl to them and lie down confused and intrigued.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Expects his partner to protect themself in the moment of danger. He is far from knight in white armor trope so do not expect help from above. Ogata refuses to take on the nanny role so his loved one must know basic self-defense or be smart enough to avoid unpleasant situations. In only one case, Ogata can step down from his pedestal and lend a hand: if they are cornered and there is no way out, they will either die or get captured, Ogata will shoot attacker down. After that, he coolly threatens that next time he won't be around to help. Oh, and yes, he has no plans to train them. As the saying goes, help yourself.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Acts like he owes nothing and does minimum because Ogata wants to be asked for nice things. He likes to hear his partner talk to him in pleading voice and see them making puppy eyes, bating eyelashes, even pouting. This is the kind of game that Ogata has mastered so he knows when to stop and act nicely. He has random outbursts of generosity which promise the partner quaint presents and spoiling. Sadly, they do not always coincide with anniversaries: on important dates wildcat is on his best behavior but you can’t be sure prepared surprises will be pleasing. I mean, being with him is as predictable as Russian roulette. Decent in everyday tasks but doesn’t put all of his effort into it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Instability is his second name. Ogata has never had a purpose in the life, finding ainu gold is his first and last goal and there is not a hint on what will happen after that. It doesn’t cause any discomfort to him and Ogata likes it better this way, so for someone who has a prepared plan of action for next few years his company can be pretty unnerving.

Ogata's views on world are also not to everyone's taste. With a dismissive look at human life, he is reputed to be a cynic, he can go into nihilism headlong and completely reject the remaining moral standards. If his partner is principled and proper, Ogata will attempt to corrupt them and bring down to his own level.

It is not a bad habit, but people hate him. Dozen of cutthroat soldiers want to see Ogata dead so his partner may be a potential target of ill-wishers.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Apparently, he is only concerned about the hair being perfectly slicked back. His clothes are more or less clean but not spotless, shoes are never shiny, but Ogata is indifferent. Scars do not bother him either, and Ogata completely forgets about their existence but the loss of eye had some toll on his ego. Just a little bit. Sometimes it seems that people focus their attention precisely on the missing eye, on bandages, and it both makes him bitter and satisfied: Ogata knows what he is capable of even without half of sight but visible human pity gets on his nerves quite a bit.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If they decided to break up in the beginning of the relationship, Ogata doesn’t care at all. He may make one or two venomous remarks and that’s all. But if it was much later, after he got intoxicating taste of love? Wow, that’s an explosive mix of feelings we’ve got there. Ogata falls on slippery slope of denial because he had to be one to leave, he had to be in control, not them. He is infuriated, his ego is hurt, and, worst of all, people are aware of it. All that remains for Ogata is revenge in any imaginable form, from distancing to pulling off show how he feels himself even with them not being by his side. His behavior is pretty identical to that listed in Ending paragraph.

If they were killed… Um. Surely, he feels unexplained self-pity but it is better than feeling nothing at all. Ogata is lost. He can’t comprehend what's going on in his soul. From outside it seems like wildcat is the same independent cynical bastard but inside days of numbness alternate with weeks when he is boiling with anger. This malice spills on anyone who tries to get closer and it may pushe him to self-destruction.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

We have already seen Ogata in the company of two geishas (though, I’m thinking, they were yujos), he never slept with one and actually despises the idea of it. Despite the scene with Yuusaku and “brother should have fun together” said, Ogata wouldn’t touch a woman of the same profession as his mother was. He could hate her, or pity, or scorn, but thought of becoming the same as his father makes Ogata sick to the guts. So that scene was an idle play to corrupt the perfect Second Lieutenant, a game that was lost in advance.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Ogata isn’t used to a minimum amount of positive attention so both clinginess and neediness will push him away. It creeps him out if another person wants to be with him 24/7, and constant questions like where he has been and with whom are simply annoying.

Manipulations are okay with him until it comes to hysterias. Load, teary and pointlessly pushy, they make Ogata sick. If you want to manipulate this man, be elegant, be smart. He won’t fall for headlong approach, it will only disgust him.

Dogs. It won’t surprise me if Ogata poisoned a few back in the childhood. They seem stupid and gross in their inexhaustible love for man.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Ogata is light sleeper and has problem with people sleeping right next to him. This feature is due to both the profession and personal reasons: there are enough people in the world who would happily break Ogata’s neck while he sees his third dream. Loud snoring in the room is fraught with consequences.

For the same reasons he can’t fall asleep without rifle lying next to him. It became an extension of his hand so Ogata feels kind of defective when it is not around. No, he is not Hijikata, he won’t give his baby to anyone to shoot bottles or some shit.

Extreme amount of dreams is a usual thing for him. Ogata has a ton of nightmares too, but most of the dreams are colorful nonsense about events that happened the day before. Obviously, Yuusaku is a frequent night visitor and his sweet innocent smile forces Ogata jump up in his bed drenched in a cold sweat. He never leaves, he never will.

#golden kamuy #golden kamuy headcanon #golden kamuy imagine #ogata hyakunosuke #hyakunosuke ogata #tosikowrites

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 3 years

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Hell's Studio fic idea: A pipe bursts and Sammy becomes a toon Imp like Snowflake and Bendy, and Joey doesn't know how to reverse it ASAP, so Sammy is stuck as a toon Imp and Sammy decides to hangout with Snowflake until Joey can reverse the ink's magic (Bonus points if: Sammy gets a uncontrollable stutter as a toon Imp, Susie cooing her small boyfriend, and Sammy drawing with snowflake)

I am So sorry that this took so freaking long, but here you go!

Wally slapped his forehead in exasperation as he heard the pipe bursting from the music department's break room. Then proceeded to go in there, with Snowflake following close behind just in case he needed someone small to check in any holes in the wall that the pipe made in the process.

The sight was familiar, but unwelcome to the pair; a pile of thick ink sliding down onto the floor through the broken pipe peeking through the ceiling. Snowflake was only thankful that it had spilled to the floor instead of the pool table.

“I’m startin' ta think dat eitheah we should completely tear down da music department to put in a betteah pipe system, or just stop fixin' the dang things so dat they at least stop surprisin' us."

The Janitor grumbled as he started mopping up the mess.

"A-at least nobody got caught in it this time."

As soon as Snowflake said that, something under the pile began to move.

“Mmmmh?"

"Yikes, spoke too soon, kiddo."

Wally stated calmly as he started to scrape the excess ink off of what looked exactly like Bendy, except the imp's tie lacked the fun patterns Bendy often wore, and more importantly, he was missing his mouth. So the obvious conclusion the pair made was: The ink ruined his tie by dying it black and also stole his mouth.

"M-mr. Bendy?! are you okay?!"

The formerly buried imp looked at the other one with a perplexed expression before mouthing something, realized that he wasn't saying anything, patting his face where his mouth should've been, and looking like he was about to panic.

"MMMMmmPPHH?! MMMH!! MMPHH!!!"

"Looks like the ink erased your pie hole, boss."

The imp rolled his eyes at stared at Wally in a very sarcastic manner before leaving the room, most likely to visit Joey about this issue.

"...Do you think he's not going to want to do that drawing lesson later?"

"What, Bendy? not want ta draw with ya overah somethin' like this? Nah. It's nothin' fun to wake up to, but I don't think it'll eat at him like it will if it happened ta Sammy."

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"MmMMmMMM?!?! MMPHH!! MMMPPHHH!?"

Sammy hopped up and down while wildly gesturing to the blank white space on his face where his mouth was supposed to be while Joey flipped through heavily ink-stained spell books. Meanwhile, the real Bendy was still gawking at his doppelganger, still not quite sure whether he should feel flattered or offended that the ink pulled this on Sammy. But also not saying anything because he couldn't find any jokes to lighten the mood with.

It would be one thing if the ink also gave Sammy Bendy's trademark smile (that could make other expressions too). If it did that, Bendy would be making so many mirror and twin related jokes. But it didn't.

"It's going to be fine." Joey repeated almost more to himself than to the hopping mad imp. "Just because an ink flood took out some of my reversal spells, doesn't mean that you're going to be stuck like this forever. Best case scenario, it'll take a few hours for me to find the right one, worst case scenario I'm going to need to order a new book, and that might take a while."

"MMm MmhP?"

"I don't know how long! Some of these are the rarest on the market! Goodness knows how long it'll take to replace if it's ruined and has the correct cure in it..."

The music director let out a heavily muffled, frustrated sigh.

"Yes, I'm annoyed too." Joey sighed as well. "But at least it's not going to be forever."

'Easy for you to say.' Sammy thought to himself as trying and failing to talk was starting to hurt his jaw. 'You're not the one dealing with this! how am I supposed to do my job when I can't speak to anyone?!'

He must've been gesturing as he thought this as Joey snapped his fingers in realization and handed Sammy a notebook and a pencil.

"I know it won't help with the more vocal aspects of your job, but it's better than not having any way to communicate. And much easier than trying to learn sign language in less than a day and with only four digits on each hand."

He tried to write down 'Thanks Joey' but his hands refused to obey him. Confusingly, he instead drew a thumbs up.

"Why thank you! Glad to see that you're taking this better than expected Sammy. I'd better get to work on looking for that spell..."

As Joey left the room, Sammy frowned at the notebook, trying to figure out why he did that. Bendy also peeked at the drawing and felt something click.

"So..." the copied imp awkwardly tugged at his tie as he avoided making eye contact with Sammy. "Just outta curiosity sake, does Snowflake know about this? At least, the fact that it's well, you instead of me?"

Sammy gave Bendy a funny look but nodded anyway.

"Okay, follow up question: ...Is now a bad time to tell you that before you burst in here trying to tell us to fix this that Joey and I were arguing over whether I should go to this meeting with GENT or to give drawing lessons to Snowflake like I promised to, and literally right before you came in I said: 'Well dang it Joey if I could be in two places at once, I would!'?"

Sammy frowned as he saw the guilty yet pleading look in Bendy's eyes, calmly took the newspaper off of Joey's desk, rolled it up and smacked Bendy right upside the head.

"Hey! What gives?!" He sputtered as he rubbed the back of his head.

The Mute music director drew a series of pictures: Bendy putting something in the ink, the ink rising up and flashing him the 'ok' hand sign, Bendy giving it a thumbs up in return and leaving on his merry way, a shift in perspective revealing Sammy as a human having seen the interaction but shrugging it off, Sammy (still human) playing pool with Jack, Grant, and Johnny, the four of them having a good time, the ceiling above them creaking and rumbling ominously, making the four opt to leave, Sammy coming back into the pool room slightly later and keeping an eye on the ceiling, Sammy taking what he came back into the room for, the ceiling above him suddenly bursting and covering him with ink, and the last picture; a bunch of puzzle pieces being fit together, with the picture on the pieces being a lit light bulb.

After showing Bendy his work, he crossed his arms and tapped his foot on the ground.

"What?! You can't seriously blame me for- Okay, yes. I did kinda make a request... but I figured I'D be the one getting drenched! Not you!"

Sammy raised a single eyebrow as Bendy let out a frustrated sigh.

"Look, if I knew that this was what would happen, I wouldn't have done it! But now that it's happened ...would ya help me out with this?"

Sammy's next drawing was his current form with an intentionally bad scribble of Bendy's mouth on the space where he was supposed to have a mouth to indicate it was (poorly) drawn on, and he was trying and failing to do Bendy's job for him as he couldn't speak.

"Of course I'm not going to shirk my responsibilities to make you pretending to be me look like an idiot in front of those big wigs at GENT. I mean, goodness, if this thing flops, who knows what'll happen."

The Musician then showed Bendy a drawing that was so horrible and cold that he wouldn't even dare grace it with a description.

"WHAT KINDA DEMON DO YOU THINK I AM, LAWRENCE?!" Bendy quieted down and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I get it, Damned if I do the thing, damned if I don't do the other thing. I can't let down Snowflake, but if I'm not at that meeting, the studio's relationship with GENT could get bruised! This is why I tried this stunt in the first place!"

He sighed as Sammy just continued to tap his foot in annoyance. "Tell you what, help me and I'll give you anything you ask for! A raise, me not pranking you for a month, more paid vacation days, magic-repelling acetone, name it and it's yours!*"

*Within reason. I'm a demon not a miracle worker!

Sammy showed Bendy an intentionally shaky 'Ok' sign, the closest thing he could think of to a picture version of a hesitant and unwilling 'fine, I'll do it...'

"Oh Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Bendy practically crushed his doppelganger in a spine-breaking hug. "I really owe you this one Sammy!"

'I hope you realize how goddamned lucky you are that I like that kid.' Sammy thought to himself as he patted his double on the back. 'Otherwise I'd hang you out to dry for doing this...'

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The music director had no interest in deceiving Snowflake; even if he wanted to follow Bendy's plan to the spirit of his deal, he knew too well that the studio and it's ink would always drag any secret up to the surface. So it would just be easier to come clean at the start before lies had the chance to spiral into something that could completely break the poor kid.

"Hi Mr. Bendy! Are you ready for our lesson?"

Sammy nodded, but gestured for his pupil to wait a second before he flipped through the pages of his sketchbook and showed him a series of pictures: some showing the origin of his new condition, and the others showing his deal with Bendy.

"Oh." The child imp seemed sad, and slightly disappointed, but also not surprised. "So Bendy couldn't make it today either..."

The older imp sympathetically patted Snowflake on the back and tried his best to draw out an explanation, but it's kind of hard to put 'He really did want to make it, in fact, he wanted to so much that he was willing to split himself in half for it! But as you can see, it kinda backfired...' into picture format, luckily he got the message across fairly well.

"I-it's okay, I understand. Thanks for filling in for him Mr. Lawrence!"

Snowflake pulled out his own notebook and pencils.

"Do you think you can show me how to do hands that well?"

Sammy eagerly nodded and flipped his book to a blank page.

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #sammy lawrence #snowflake the demon #bendy the dancing demon #wally franks #joey drew #Hell's Studio AU #fanfic

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dust2dust34 · 4 years

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Hi Bre, I read your "Talk to Me" fic and LOVED it! I always wonder about similar situations from Oliver's POV for some of Felicity's S2 dresses - what his thoughts and fantasies of Felicity in her dresses. Do you think you will have the time to do S2 UST canon fics?

Thank you so much! (Here is Talk to Me if anyone fancies a re-read - I loved the skirt Felicity wore in that scene almost as much as Oliver.)

Here’s a fun little ficlet that takes place between 2x06 and 2x07:

(read on AO3)

A Rock and a Hard Place

Russia was a mistake.

The thought rattled through his head, over and over, turning into a mantra he repeated until the words blurred into a meaningless stream of nonsense. He never should have taken her there. He never should have agreed to Isabel going. He should have found a way for just him and Diggle to get in, get Lyla, and get out. Because then things would still be normal.

Relatively speaking.

Things would at least be the way they had been. Before Russia. When things were just simple ideas, whimsical what-ifs that went nowhere. But most importantly? When certain kinds of thoughts stayed in the darkest part of the night where they belonged.

When only he knew what he was thinking when he was in bed, alone, his hand slipping under the sheets as he thought about slipping his fingers underneath-

Oliver squeezed his eyes shut.

Russia was a mistake.

“Aha!”

Felicity’s triumphant shout was muffled where her head was buried in the unfinished hole in the wall.

Oliver kept his eyes shut, offering her a vague hum in response. But he did tighten his grip on the flaking sheet of drywall he held up for her in the cramped space they occupied. Boxes from before and after the Undertaking mixed with unused building material and old furniture left only the narrowest of passages to weave through.

“It’s all structurally sound, but I ran out of the money you gave me when I decided to not only fix what the earthquake had done, but upgrade, and so we were left with a bit of a mess. A safe mess, but a mess.”

That meant when she needed to check on some old wiring, she had to literally dig her way through to get to the spot she needed. The spot this time happened to be in a tiny alcove, and the hole she needed to get through happened to be covered with drywall, and the space happened to be so small that the drywall could only go up to make room for her.

So here he was. Holding up drywall so she could get on her hands and knees and crouch down to reach deep inside the wall.

Oliver concentrated on the heavy drywall digging into his palms.

“Got it.”

His eyes opened of their own volition and he just barely stopped from groaning.

She was wearing that damn grey dress. He knew logically that there were at least two of them, because he’d seen one with red cutouts and one with yellow, but they were the same damn dress and right now it was perfectly snug around her backside where she leaned over on the ground to see inside the wall. It was dark, but his eyes adjusted just fine to appreciate all of it in its glory. The dress wasn’t usually that tight, but the angle of her body stretched it taut and he could see the faint outline of what had to be a thong. The zipper cut down the center of it and he couldn’t stop from wondering how it would feel if he tugged it down and slipped his hands inside-

Oliver gritted his teeth and slammed his eyes shut.

Russia was a mistake.

Something had changed and it was ruining everything. His stupidity with Isabel, the look on Felicity’s face when she realized, Isabel’s snide attitude. But all of that he could have handled. The worst part was when he’d tried to backtrack when they had gotten back to Starling City.

“It didn’t mean anything.”

“Well, I think you deserve better than her.”

He didn’t. He really didn’t.

But, for a blip of a second, he had let himself wonder.

And want.

It was supposed to be a second, a tiny moment of self-indulgence, but instead it had ripped the damn floodgates open, and now he couldn’t stop. Before she had been Felicity, but now she was Felicity-

“There we go.” Her voice became clearer as she inched out of the wall. His eyes popped back open and he nearly bit through his tongue as she pushed up off her knees. His palms tingled when her lush curves were right there, so close, but then she was straightening with her little tools in-hand. And she was talking, he realized. “... I’ll have to reroute this because it’s not my best work, but it’s good for now.”

“So you’re done?” he asked gruffly.

“Yep,” she replied, all brightness and light and sweetness as she spun in the tight spot to face him. A bare inch separated them, and it was all he could think about as he fought to breathe. But then she smiled up at him and he softened. “Thank you for your help.”

“Anytime.”

“I’ll just...” She gestured behind him. “Go, so you can set that thing down.”

He smiled, and nodded, and she moved to slip past him.

Except there wasn’t enough room.

Felicity pushed her front against his side, and when that didn’t get her what she wanted, she tried to wiggle past him. Oliver nearly choked on his tongue as her soft lines rubbed up against him, his skin burning where her breasts smashed into him, her hand on his ribs for leverage, her legs damn near cradling him as she worked to get through.

But she couldn’t.

“Oh,” she breathed as the same realization hit her. Then she did the worst possible thing: she started wiggling even more. “I... I’m almost there, I just need a little more...”

The highly erotic slideshow of every single wet dream he’d had about her lit up his mind and he gasped for air. Oliver shuddered as a crash of heat washed over him. His jeans tightened, enough to make him curse, and he shook his head with a hard, “Felicity, stop.”

She froze.

Oliver swallowed hard, and forced his voice to even out. “You were sitting when I came in, so I had enough room to lift this up.”

“Right.” It came out in a tremulous breath he felt on his neck. The heat swamped him again, but more urgent this time, and he nearly ripped holes in the drywall because it was the only thing stopping him from leaning into her. “Well, let me just get out of here, and I’ll get back down there-”

The thought of her on her knees before him had him looking down to see the growing problem in his pants.

“No,” he blurted. “No, just... Stay there. Please.”

“Oh, okay.”

He quickly lowered the drywall. He didn’t realize how heavy it was until his elbows unlocked from the position he’d held them in, and he grunted, his muscles tightening to maintain it so it didn’t smash into the ground. It would have been fine, except Felicity was pushed up right against him, so close he felt her quick intake of air, then her hand flutter to his back as the other on his ribs slid up to his pec.

Could she feel how hard his heart pounded?

Oliver bent over to set the drywall down and winced when his hip dug into her soft stomach.

It would be so easy to turn around and fit himself against her.

And very, very wrong.

Oliver straightened on a burst and tried to turn to give her room to get out, but the space was tiny, and his shoulders were too broad.

“You’re so big,” Felicity said, and it was Oliver’s turn to freeze as she caught herself, her eyes quickly shutting. “I don’t mean... I-I mean, you are big, like shoulders, and chest, and arms, and... and other things. Things I don’t know about! Obviously. I mean, I think I would remember that.”

Amazingly, her babble calmed him.

Oliver chuckled, and she huffed at herself, rolling her eyes as she blushed.

Taking a quick breath, he let the dust and dampness in the air clear his head. The familiar lilt of her perfume wasn’t exactly helping, but it didn’t stop his mind from functioning properly again.

Until he grabbed her and spun them so her back was to the drywall.

She squeaked, and whether it was from the abrupt move or from having her entire front plastered to his, he didn’t know. Nor did he suddenly not know how to let her go. In the grand scheme of things, it lasted barely a second, but it was a painfully long second, like every other one he’d been experiencing with her as of late. Ever since Russia. Ever since she had looked at him with such disappointment, but also sadness, with a look he wanted to do everything in his power to erase from her face.

A look that was nowhere to be seen right now.

Their eyes locked, the space growing ten times smaller around them. But instead of suffocating them, it felt like a buffer against the rest of the world. Her soft breaths danced over his lips. Her hands fluttered to his shoulders. When her fingers curled into his shirt, he felt a needy pull deep inside him start to take over as her eyes darkened, her pupils blowing wide...

All the reasons he told himself this could never happen were suddenly far away.

But not gone.

Common sense walloped him so hard it hurt and he abruptly let her go.

“I’ll go out first.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Felicity nodded. “Right.”

He quickly backed out of the tiny space. Her hands hovered in the air, eyes wide, but the flush in her cheeks and the way her lips were parted foolishly caught his attention. He couldn’t help it. His eyes dropped to that damn grey dress once more, and he knew he wasn’t going to be sleeping soundly for a long while.

Oliver spun around before he did something stupid as hell and left.

Russia was a damn mistake.

Thank you for reading! Reviews literally feed the soul and muse.

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chris-evans-indian-fanfic · 4 years

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Halloween Shenanigans

One-Shot

Description: Thanks to COVID-19, your plans for Halloween are ruined, until Steve surprises you with the help of Tony and Bruce.

Warning: Mentions of clit stimulation, hinting at sex, drinking alcohol.

Prompt requested by @donutloverxo . This woman is adamant to turn the whole of Tumblr into thirsty hoes for Steve! I hope you like what I did with your request 😅

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"This is the first time in 20 years that there's going to be a full moon night on Halloween!" you jumped with excitement, "Steve! Stevie?! Steven Grant Rogers are you listening to me?" You placed your hands on your hips, standing in front of the man who was the literal reincarnation of a Greek God.

He looked up from his computer, "Yes dear?"

You huffed, "What are you doing baby? Why aren't you with me?"

"I am with you, right here," Steve furrowed his eyebrows.

"No you are not! You are here with me physically," your fingers traced his unholy biceps bulging from his t-shirt, "but your mind is somewhere else. What is it baby?" you asked him, gently cupping his face.

"I am worried," he admitted, pulling you on his lap, "I am worried about the rising number of COVID-19 cases. And with Halloween around the corner, I am afraid it will spread more rapidly, especially amongst the kids and the youth."

With a heavy heart you realised he was right, "I am sorry… I was just too excited to celebrate Halloween because it's my favorite holiday," you admitted in a small voice, "We have stayed at home for such a long time that I," you sighed, "I just wanted to step out for sometime. But you are right, we will stay inside," your voice was laced with disappointment as you agreed with him.

Steve narrowed his eyes and looked at you, a plan forming in his head.

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T'was the night of Halloween. The bright, full moon peeked from behind the clouds as you ruefully looked out the window. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice Steve sneak up behind you. "BOO!" he screamed, earning a jump and a loud yelp in response.

"Jesus! Steve you scared me!" you admonished him half-heartedly with a scowl. It didn't last long on your face as Steve's contagious laughter turned your frown upside down.

"For a person who loves Halloween, you sure do get scared easily babe," he said, kissing your forehead.

"Here," he kept a box on your lap, "Put this on and meet in the garage in 20 minutes. I have a surprise."

"Garage?," you gasp, "Are we going somewhere? What is the surprise?" Your eyes widen with excitement as you beam.

Steve caressed your chin and placed a soft kiss on your nose, "Would it be a surprise if I told you what it was? You have 19 minutes and 15 seconds, baby."

You nodded, immediately heading into the closet to change into whatever Steve had gotten for you. It was a beautiful emerald green witch's robe with elegant crystal buttons in the front closing the robe from top to bottom. Underneath it, you were supposed to wear a short skirt and a comfortable top with a collar. However, it was the panty which confused you. It seemed simple, but there was a lump almost in the middle of the panty so that when you wore it, it would be right near your clit. You shrugged, thinking it might be an anti-stealing tag that was forgotten inside. The typical witch's hat and a wand completed the look.

You bounced towards Steve in the garage, almost tripping over the robe in the process. Amused, Steve shook his head and drove for a few minutes, finally reaching a two-storeyed house in the middle of an empty, isolated street. From the roof to the front gate, the house was covered in Halloween decorations. Flimsy spiderwebs, spooky skeletons, carved pumpkins, bright and dark lighting complimented the faux smoke from the dry-ice machine.

You put your hands together and squealed, "Steeeeeve!!! Is this… really? Is this a haunted house?"

His heart swelled at your excitement, "All for you my love," he cooed.

You started running towards the structure but were caught midway by your Super-Soldier boyfriend. "Where do you think you are going?" he asked you, his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Steeeve!" you whined, "I want to go in!"

"Happy Halloween!" you heard a cheery voice greet the two of you. Bruce and Tony exited the house with tablets and scanners in their hands.

"Capsicle!" Tony's voice boomed with wickedness, "Where's your costume?"

"Don't need one Tony," Steve replied.

"Right, because you are a large, scary guy on steroids even in normal clothes. Got it," Tony teased him further.

"Tony," said Bruce in a warning tone. "We have sanitized the entire house and have scanned every object. It is completely safe to enter," Bruce smiled.

"OoooOOoooooo now can I go? Please please please?" you gave your best puppy eyes to Steve. Of course he had to agree, as if he could ever say no to you. "Yes but I am coming with you. I can't have you going in alone after what happened last year" he declared.

"What?! Noooo! You never get scared in a haunted house!" you complain.

"Oh he will this time," Tony smirked, "I installed some top-of-the-line gadgets that use modern technology to open every door in the house. It will terrify him."

Steve scowled at Tony's shit-eating grin as Bruce chuckled with you. "What are the two of you going to be doing the whole time?" Steve asked the scientist duo.

Bruce looked at Tony pointedly, "We will play around with an Ouija board. Tony has a theory."

"Yes! You see I came across an ancient belief which states that every human being has been reincarnated on this planet. I want to get in touch with my past selves to see if I have always been a rich, brilliant playboy," he smirked as Steve rolled his eyes.

Pulling at his deliciously-firm bicep, you urged him, "C'mon Steve let's go!"

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Once inside, you realised that Tony had pulled all the stops to make the house as haunted as possible. Even though there was an absence of hired performers who usually dressed as zombies and mummies, somehow, the experience was a whole lot scarier because of their absence. Even Steve was impressed by the set-up.

They soon crossed one portion of the house and reached the door which would lead them to the next part. Only, they were met with a message tapped to the door- "Blood turns gore beyond this door. Be careful, or you might slip on the floor. To go further Captain, you will have to solve, a puzzle on the sidewards wall. Erase all the cookies that you may have baked while browsing, or forever be stuck in this place, as the ghosts go hunting!"

You grinned as you saw the tablet stuck on the wall besides the door, the solution simple in your head. You looked at Steve, wondering why was he frozen in place.

Steve kept looking at the tablet and turned to you with a confused expression, "What are we supposed to do?"

Despite where you were, you chuckled, "My Stevie!" you cooed, "Honey you are supposed to delete your browser cookies."

Steve's expression soon changed from confused to slightly scared, "What?! What are browser cookies? Do they bake cookies inside the tablet? Do I have to bake and eat all of them? How do I bake something on this tiny tablet? I don't even have the recipe!!"

You laughed loudly at his reaction as at the other end of the house, Tony and Bruce were setting up their entertainment for the evening. Bruce looked amused as Tony unwrapped an Avengers themed Ouija board.

"What are you hoping to find?" asked Bruce as he took a seat.

"Ummm, I am hoping to be a badass crime-solving detective, or maybe have the ability to speak to animals? Because frankly speaking, that's the only thing that's missing from my life right now," Tony tried his best to be humble.

Bruce smiled, shaking his head, "Do you know how to use this?" he nodded towards the Ouija board.

"Meh," shrugged Tony, "how hard can it be?"

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You were unable to get scared in the next portion of the house as you kept laughing at Steve's reaction. His terrified expression as he tried to delete his browser cookies was still fresh in your mind.

Safe to say that the 100-year-old something Captain did not take this lightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the door to the control room of the haunted house. Grabbing your arm, he led you towards it, much to your surprise.

The lock easily crumpled beneath his fingers and he opened the door. Making you sit on one of the two chairs, he looked at the complex overlay of numerous computer screens displayed in front of him. "J.A.R.V.I.S?" he called out to the AI. "Yes Mr Rogers?" came the prompt reply.

"What is the location of Bruce and Tony?" as Steve asked in his Captain America voice, you rubbed your thighs against one another in need. The action didn't miss his sharp eyes and he looked at you with a smirk.

"They are in the other section of the house Mr Rogers."

"And are there loud speakers in that room?"

"Yes," confirmed the AI.

"J.A.R.V.I.S do not record the footage of what's about to happen in this room," commanded Steve, his hands on his belt as his straightened, his full height on a glorious display in front of you. He looked at you with hunger, blue eyes dark with passion. Taking his belt, he tied your hands behind your back.

"St-Steve?" you barely managed to squeak, the sudden change in his behavior igniting a fire within you.

He took your head in his hands, and placed a fierce kiss on your lips. "Sshhhh," he whispered in his dark voice, "I only want to hear your moans when you are at my mercy." You could only nod, your panty dampening at his command.

Picking up your wand from the table, he waved it in front of you. "You didn't notice this button at the bottom?" he cocked his eyebrow when you shook your head.

He stood between your legs, stretching them apart. "It's Trick or Treat time baby," he grinned wickedly as he pressed the button, making the small tag in your panty vibrate against your clit.

Your cries of "ooooohh"s and "aahhhh"s filled the room as the familiar warmth spread to your core. Steve asked J.A.R.V.I.S. to broadcast your cries in Tony's and Bruce's portion of the house, but with a slight twist.

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"Give up maaahn!" Bruce urged Tony with a slightly slurred voice, his glass with the Halloween Blood Punch loosely held in his hands. Struggling with the Ouija board, Tony whined loudly, "But I want to meet me!! Who was I? How was I? I need answerssss!"

Bruce laughed at Tony's reaction, "We can't handle one of you, how can we keep up with multiple 'you's? Call old Pepper too! Ooooooo yes call Pepper!"

"PEPPER!" Tony screamed at the board, "Wherrrre are you? I love you!"

Just then, they heard a sound from somewhere above them.

"OoooOOoooooo"

Both of them stopped.

"AaaaAhHhhhh"

Tony looked up, "Pepper?" he asked in a hopeful voice.

"OOOHHHHH OHHHH AAHHHHHHHHHH" they jumped as moans increased, the voice trembled, resembling that of a stereotypical ghost's. "You called someone!!" Bruce shrieked, pointing at the board, "SOMEONE IS HERE!" he looked around him fearfully, waving his arm around as if meaning to catch the spirit.

"AAAHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHH GGRRRAAAHHHH"

"Run run run!!" Tony shouted. They ran towards the door and just before exiting, Tony stopped, "Wait!! What about Cap?"

Bruce looked at him with wide eyes as the haunted moans continued to fill the room. He touched his head, feeling around for something, "I wasn't wearing a cap dude!"

Tony blinked twice, "Oh right, sorry."

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

They sprinted out of the room as if being chased by hungry wolves. They sat in the car just as Pepper called on Tony's cell. "Hey where are you?" she gently asked.

"Pepper! "PEPPER!" Bruce and Tony shouted together. "Where are you?" "Why were you screaming?" "Did you haunt us?" a series of jumbled questions left their mouths as J.A.R.V.I.S. drove them safely back to the Avengers' compound, leaving you and Steve behind to your sexy shenanigans.

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lepertamar · 3 years

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PART 1 of 4(?): LUCIFER ON THEURGY AND HOLIES, NARRATIVE STRUCTURE THERE.

Bullet pointed thing not separating out good and bad stuff because most of the bad stuff is just like, failures to follow through on good stuff? Or weird arm-twists when the good stuff starts implying things a little too numinous and rebellious to the worldbuilding order and gets forcibly reined in?

Incapable of organizing my thoughts properly even though I tried so I’m just going to post all my thoughts and semi-arbitrarily break them apart into sections, I’ll probably come back to add links to the other parts later:

(I broke this in half lol becuz is was seriously too long but anyway part 2 which is more holies stuff is here)

Bullet 1. Fuck, theurgy is so good. Like the concept, the entire idea of it. Just fuck that is so good. *Much better explanation of wtf it is in this meta post.*

But it’s especially good as like a gateway to interactions or concepts too complex or liminal or interactive or emergent to be captured in anything like ‘a normal physical object’ — and it makes for a really really great process from the point of view of the characters doing it (or in Tamar’s and Eliya’s cases, interacting with someone else’s for the first time.)

The hint comes percolating through, slowly, inexplicitly, (or maybe it’s just because I read that meta post I linked first? I’m not 100% sure) — the whole world is made by this. Infinite recursion of souls.

1.a Yet it’s........actually pretty shallow simply from explanation of what it is, almost new-age-y vibes that really do it a disservice, and even more an underwhelming disservice when characters are being told how to do it. This is abrahamic fantasy! No embodied and tangible rituals? No songs and chants, no mysterious properties of specific things, which would have an extra layer of meaning because all things are souls? Eliya comes up with, in total (but forcibly unacknowledged) defiance of Lucifer, spoken-word ritual type things towards the end that DO help her, powerfully so. But so much of the book’s discussion of it seems almost designed to make it sound....lame. Thank G-d for Yenatru’s early-on pov of doing his own theurgy or I would have disliked it a lot, and thanks even more to that meta post I linked.

1.b It’s just…..weird and a bit of an um, self-own, that learning about theurgy was done through the characters literally just fucking…..being taught to about theurgy. As if this was a non-fiction book! Instead of a fiction book, a fantasy one no less, where information-communication is inherently always done differently. Why not have Eliya learn theurgy by subjecting her to various theurgies, manifestations of various people, sending her on a hunt for manifestations and making her have to try to figure them out or understand what this meant until finally she understands enough to ask questions? Why not have various elaborate rituals for theurgy?

BULLET 2. Lucifer is…………!!!$$%%???&&**???>. I loathed Lucifer as a constructed character, an execution of a part of a full narrative story. Absolutely hated them. Could not stop thinking about how much I hated them, how bad it was, all the ways the execution of them completely fails and takes out huge amounts of the overall book — character arcs, concepts, worldbuilding, resonant emotions — with them in the blast radius of the author utter failure at executing them.

And yet, Lucifer’s CONCEPT is………..amazing, their BACKSTORY is phenomenal. Absolutely incredibly original and drop-dead clever and woven into the worldbuilding in a way where dozens of tiny details about them, about theurgy, about G-d, about angels, etc, all line up to collide and open in the reveal *perfectly*. On the other hand, they are absolutely loathsome as a person. But this isn’t the problem. In fact it’s awesome. It’s not a problem on the front hand of it, at all, that they are so so so awful, as a person. It fits. This is what trauma does. Tells a truth, but then that truth metastasizes into a demanding cancer covering the world.

2.a (In this book, Lucifer’s (incredibly sympathetic) fall is very, very far from either the traditionalist folk depiction (ewwww rebellion against the wise and good laws of Heaven) OR the now-ubiquitous folk resistant reading (oooooh rebellion against the unjust and oppressive laws of heaven!) Their rebellion is instead basically a rejection of The Way Angels Are Naturally Existing, which is entangled with G-d’s soul in a lawless chaotic orgasmic orgy of unchecked creation that has the pitiless one-way un-budging This Is What Is simple Being-ness of nature and the universe. And it makes so so much sense, that in the intensity of traumatized backlash to this, Lucifer is not simply wise in the ways of ethical demands for justice from G-d and the world the way (I think) Lilith is, but is instead cruelly, reductionistly, circumscribingly dogmatic. They are many other bad things — projecting, saneist, insincere, avoidant, glib, safety-fetishizing, lacking in the tiniest budge of character development, but all these mostly go back to being dogmatic.)

None of which, again, I emphasize again, is anything except BRILLIANT and perfect from a characterization perspective. All of these things fit their character conception and trauma backstory perfectly. The issue is really that not a single one of these things are unearthed or bounced off of as the bad things they are. By which I REALLY don’t mean ‘ugh why didn’t any of the characters explicitly Call Them Out [tell not show] for how awful they are while they’re just minding their own business being awful [shown not told] as a character in this story’. I hate that kind of thing. I mean simply….the other characters’ personalities, natural reactions, and in fact the entire world around Lucifer, warps wildly in order for their creepy narrowing way of steamrollering and falsely-restating-using-‘it’s just my issue’ to be enshrined and stated [telling not showing] as Correct and somehow The Way and The Truth, the Reason Yenatru is happy now, the Reason Eliya succeeded at theurgy. When there’s not a single way this actually tracks.

2.b Why does Yenatru care about this person when everything they say would be horribly devastatingly harmful to Yenatru if its content was aimed at a slightly different category of people, but happens to not be harmful to him simply because this person happens to understand him specifically? Not the tiniest bit of supporting evidence why. There’s a tiny moment, where Lucifer challenges Yenatru to challenge them, in a way where I would almost claim that Lucifer was hoping Yenatru would challenge them and argue back against them, and continue to argue against them throughout the book because Yenatru is one of the few people who could do this without deeply triggering Lucifer’s trauma. But it never ever happens. It’s also not acknowledged but sadly refused along with their friendship later on, as it also could have been. It’s devastatingly disappointing and brought my liking of Yenatru, which was so so promising and deep because he in many scenes and aspects is written so well, down many notches.

2.c Why does Eliya successfully uncritically learn anything from them? Why does she [telling not showing] credit Lucifer with anything she learned, when she very very clearly [showing not telling] actually learned everything about herself and about theurgy’s weight and truth from Yenatru and from Tamar? It shatters the imagination to think that any of what Lucifer told her would not be grade-schooler basic knowledge for a lifelong resident of this non-portal-fantasy world, unless theurgy was a Secret Misunderstood Forgotten Art (which it very explicitly and clearly is not). I could see the information Lucifer gave her as perhaps so basic that it could easily fade into the background as not really Meaning anything or being graspable — which is exactly where Yenatru and Tamar, as an unusually gifted and deeply expressive theurgist, and an unusually extreme soul-appreciator and lover, respectively, come in!!!!

2.d And also it could have been where Lucifer’s rigid, trauma-calcified, dogma could have very expressively and poignantly come in too, as something that purports to be about How Souls Are and is illuminating by dint of how hyper-specific and inapplicable to most other people it is, how it’s actually not what souls are, but is very much what a traumatizing but successful struggle to Not Be Steamrollered Into Something You’re Not is. This would have been intensely sympathetic even. And speaking of, here’s the thing: I would have liked Lucifer a thousand times better if they [as a person] had been openly *worse.* If they were outspoken and explicit about their horrible ideas, and if the book [as a narrative] had let them be a mess incapable of intentionally teaching anyone functionally (and therefore much more poignant and illuminating-of-theurgy just by existing as an example of a person, an example that changed the world). Instead of them smoothly tucking their prescriptive ideas into the stretches between other unrelated scenes of ‘oh this is just my issue, these are my own weird biases’. They would be far better if they weren’t being twisted into having the narrative state [tell not show] like they were right about everything.

Bullet 3 It’s this — that’s what I mean. Insincere and politely erasing nonviolent-communication (a specific thing I have encountered a hundred time, more damagingly than any blatant articulated disgust and hatred I have ever encountered) -- with repeated statements of ‘no it’s okay to be you :)’ ‘i don’t think you’re immoral :)’ ‘everyone is different :)’ despite everything they say belying this. Which when placed alongside everything Lucifer says when not being confronted, does not ever function as a genuine ‘don’t listen to my biases’, but instead functions as a way to avoid actually stating (and therefore baring up to an argument) any of the erasing assumptions underlying their authoritative explanations of other things, so that those assumptions sneak through undetected when they would be interrogated and valuable if they were stated.

3.a. For example, if Lucifer’s [obvious to me, but probably not obvious to anyone else who hasn’t been personally subjected to a lifetime of this language] revulsion for the Holies and Tamar was openly stated and if they tried to actually argue they were right to be revolted…..I would have loved them! Even if they are arguing Tamar (and indirectly, I too) was a disgusting thing — a ‘leper-soul’ (to quote this fanfic), mad and lost and ruined and degenerate (to quote *this canon book quote*)—I would have loved them! I have nothing but delighted love for people whose clawing desperate insistence on not being what they were raised and created to be, no matter how hateful that makes them towards my loves and experiences.

If Lucifer had said and stuck by this until proven wrong by the narrative [show not tell, or even tell or not show!], instead of simply going ‘oh don’t worry, I don’t think you’re bad :) I don’t think it’s harmful :) it’s just my issue :)’ whenever speaking about Holies, it would have been GOOD and I would have REALLY respected them. Even while everything they’ve actually said about their opinion of souls in other contexts is such that it fundamentally precludes and rejects, as sick and as nothingness and deluded and incapable of being real, the entire concept and lived real existence of Holies (Tamar: I saw them, I am someone who’s done that) — but then Lucifer being actively explicitly validated [again, i mean ‘gets validated’ as in the book states this, with a positive-presence, tell not show wording, while also refusing to admit anyone else influencing Eliya as much or more. i do NOT mean ‘waaahh it’s Obviously Validated becuz Lucifer doesn’t get explicitly called out’ or whatever].

In fact, this specific struggle, between what they state to be True, and what Tamar’s very existence declares to be a truth, would have echoed the struggle of their backstory, and conveyed the message of this book more powerfully, more clearly, more sincerely. But seeing Lucifer instead warp a way into an actively (tell not show) defined enlightened master position in the book’s narrative structure made me shake a bit, not going to lie.

Continued uhhhhhhh soon, links to other parts (continually updated) under the cut:

#LONG POST #i have 99 problems with this book and it's the most direct contact with my soul anything's had in years and complaining is really fun #the eternal combination #coal reads the stars that rise at dawn #girl with burned out and still burning eyes #VERY sorry if i forgot to put in a link somewhere i intended to.....lol #coal sings #<-new original post tag

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Damn You For Making Me Love You (14/15) - Nothing Else Matters

I can't believe we've almost reached the end of this journey. But that's it, the last chapter is here (in addition to the epilogue next week) I hope you like it.

I've gone through some pretty difficult months due to different circumstances, but you all managed to put a smile on my face every Tuesday with your comments, likes, kudos, and reblogs. Thanks for your support, it has meant the world to me.

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Special mention to @saraswans and @onceuponaprincessworld, thank you so much for your perpetual support and for believing in me and in the story. Thank you again to the moderators of the event, @captainswanbigbang for giving us this opportunity and making this possible. You all are the best :)

Summary: Emma Swan and Killian Jones are close friends and co-workers. And both are in love with each other. The problem? They keep their feelings secret not only to the other but also to the rest of their friends. When Elsa, Emma’s best friend and Liam, Killian’s brother and Emma’s boss find out, they decide to form an alliance and work as a team with a clear goal, to get Emma and Killian to take the next step in their relationship and confess their love for each other.

Rating: M

Word count: ~ 6700 (98k total in 15 chapters)

Ao3 / FFnet

About this chapter: It's time to celebrate the new year, and as long as they're together nothing else matters.

Chapter 13 - Nothing Else Matters

Elsa - New Year's Eve 2019

The sun had already risen when Elsa woke up the morning of the last day of the year. She cracked up one eye to check the time and then closed it again, snuggling even more under the sheets in her attempt to go back to sleep. It was still early, she was still dragging the vestiges of sleep and also the bed was quite comfortable.

There was something hovering in her head that prevented her from falling asleep, though. It was as if her mind was urging her to remember something, but her brain was still drowsy and not working properly, preventing her from reaching that thought. She squeezed her eyes closed stubbornly. Whatever it was, she would have time to remember it later. Now she preferred to enjoy the softness of the sheets, the fluffy blanket, the tranquility that surrounded her... Silence . That realization was the wick that finally activated her brain.

The bedroom was completely silent because she was alone. Her eyes suddenly opened as her hand reached out instinctively, finding an empty space on the other side of the bed. Though it was expected, she decided to bury the incipient feeling of disappointment, focusing instead on the advantages of waking up alone in her current situation.

With his absence, Liam had saved her from experiencing that first awkward moment of waking up in a strange bed with someone by her side with whom she had spent the night, although in their case all they had done was sleep.

After letting out a soft sigh, she stretched her limbs as her lips drew an involuntary smile when her mind began to remember the events that had led her to share a bed with Liam.

At least on that occasion, they hadn't had to make any effort. She hadn't even had time to think about a strategy. So the fact that Killian and Emma had fallen asleep together had been a unique opportunity, not only to continue with Operation Happy Ending but also because that had meant spending more time alone with Liam.

She liked him. It was useless to ignore that feeling when, far from fading away, it became increasingly intense. It was a bit ridiculous, to be honest. Despite being thirty-two years old, Elsa felt like a teenage girl with her first crush, complete with the usual butterflies in her belly and a pleasant flutter in her heart whenever they talked or saw each other.

She was quite convinced that he felt the same if his longing glances or the soft smiles just for her were sufficient evidence. But he was almost forty years old, neither of them were children yearning for a first love. She was aware that despite her physical reactions, whatever happened between them — if something happened — it probably wouldn't be a crazy and passionate love story. She suspected it would be something more mature, more soothing, just like they were. She didn't need anything else, really.

Liam had been a gentleman the night before, offering once more to find any other place to sleep. Elsa had rejected all his offers, of course. They were two responsible adults, after all.

Once together in bed, he had respected the distance, making sure she was comfortable enough. After wishing her good night and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, he had turned off the light on his bedside table. That was the last thing she remembered, since she had fallen asleep immediately after.

She had a vague awareness that they had moved during the night, ending up snuggling each other at some point. But since she had woken up alone, she wasn't sure if she had remained in his arms for a long time or if it had only been momentary.

After letting out a new sigh of contentment, she decided to leave the bed and take advantage of her solitary moment to take a shower and prepare herself for the last day of the year. After grabbing her toiletries and fresh clothes, she left the bedroom, heading in the direction of the bathroom.

The sound of running water was her indication as to where Liam was so, since the shower seemed to be occupied, she debated whether to go back to the bedroom or go check what the other occupants of the cabin were doing.

The house was completely silent, so Elsa suspected that everyone was still sleeping. Still, she decided to find out for herself. She walked stealthily down the short hall and poked her head around the corner, directing her gaze to the sofa in the middle of the living room.

Sunlight poured through the large windows, so Elsa was surprised that neither Emma nor Killian seemed to be awake. Not that she could see much of them, really, since they were almost totally covered, only a portion of their heads were partially visible.

Elsa noticed that they had assembled the bed at some point during the night and that they were impossibly together. That was a good sign, wasn't it? After taking one last look, she turned in the direction of her bedroom. She was so distracted thinking about the two idiots that she almost collided with the solid body that had got in her way.

She let out a slight shriek in surprise and then covered her mouth, remaining motionless. Only then did she realize that she had just collided with Liam, who had just come out of the shower. Although she tried, she couldn't help her gaze from shifting to his bare torso and then to the towel that hung dangerously low around his hips. Holy shit!

"Sorry, lass, I didn't see you." Elsa blinked a couple of times, forcing her eyes to look up, noticing a funny expression on Liam's face, causing her own cheeks to blush.

"I was..." she trailed off, hooking her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the bathroom while feeling like a wave of embarrassment seized her.

"It's all yours, love. I... I better get dressed."

Elsa pressed her lips together in an attempt at a smile and then slipped away, literally, into the bathroom. So much for adult behavior.

The shower did wonders on her, the hot water dragging her previous embarrassment away, as she let herself be enveloped by the essence left by Liam. She took her time combing her hair in her usual braid and doing the rest of her morning routines. After one last scrutiny of her reflection in the mirror, she decided that she was presentable enough to appear in front of Liam again.

The house was still quiet when she left the bathroom, so she headed back to her bedroom with stealthy steps. Liam was there when she arrived. Elsa couldn't help her lips from drawing a smile of appreciation when she realized that in her brief absence Liam had dressed, made the bed and tidied the bedroom. He was now sitting with his back against the headboard, phone in hand, and looking at the screen. His eyes lifted immediately when he noticed her presence, his lips curled into a soft smile. Elsa felt a warm sensation spreading through her body at the thought that he was there just waiting for her.

"They... they were still asleep. Together." She tilted her head slightly in the direction of the living room.

"Aye, I also took a look before taking a shower." He reached up to scratch the back of his ear before continuing. "Speaking of which, did you sleep well last night? I hope my snoring didn't bother you too much."

"I slept like a baby, don't worry." She offered him a reassuring smile as she remained in her position, not quite sure what to do next. Unfortunately, her body spoke for her as suddenly her stomach rumbled loudly. She felt a blush crawl from her neck up to her cheeks as she looked away.

"Well, lass, I think it's breakfast time, right?" Liam stood up, offering her his arm in a gentlemanly gesture. "Shall we?"

"I'm not sure, maybe we should give them a few more minutes of privacy."

"Your stomach didn't seem to think the same." Liam raised an eyebrow, his lips drawing a naughty smirk. For some reason, she felt the urge to erase that smile using her own lips. She held back, though. "I don't think it will be much longer before they wake up, love. Unless you prefer to stay hidden here for a while, something I'm not opposed to at all, I must say."

Liam was flirting with her, wasn't he? She was reading the signs well, right? Elsa suppressed a groan of frustration when she found herself quite out of practice in the matter. There was only one way to find out, flirting back and waiting for his reaction.

"Uhm. If I didn't know you better, I'd say you were looking for an excuse to spend more time alone with me." She shortened the distance between them, ignoring the rapid beat of her heart and focusing on his reaction.

He tilted his head and she mirrored him, his gaze drifting to her lips. "Is it working?"

"Your excuse? I think you should try a little harder."

Liam remained silent for a few seconds, while she watched as a whirlwind of emotions crossed his gaze, causing her to hold her breath in anticipation. Finally, he took a step forward, invading her personal space and making her heart pound frantically in his chest.

"Let's see if this is more suitable." He dropped his voice until it sounded like a suggestive murmur. "I intend to kiss you tonight, you know, when the ball drops. I mean, as long as you're willing, of course." The butterflies in her stomach fluttered furiously as she licked her lips instinctively and kept her eyes locked on his. "But I thought we could use this time alone to... practice."

"Is that your way of saying you want to kiss me, Liam?" She surprised herself not only because she had actually been able to utter any words at all, but had even managed to give her voice a suggestive hint.

"Is it working?"

In response, she shortened the distance between them, grabbing him by the shirt and fusing his lips with hers. He reacted immediately by surrounding her with his arms and pulling her to him. It was a soft kiss at first but then his tongue gently brushed her lower lip asking for access and she lost any self-control. Her lips parted in a clear invitation which Liam readily accepted.

She lost any notion of time and space, completely consumed by the sensations that he was causing. Only when the need to catch her breath arose did she separate.

"That was..." he breathed out against her lips, resting his forehead against hers.

"A rehearsal. For tonight," she finished his sentence for him, causing him to groan before he captured her lips again. She could definitely get used to this kind of rehearsal.

"Go out with me, Elsa," Liam muttered while his lips barely left hers. "You and I alone this time, no setup."

Before answering, Elsa separated a little to look him in the eye. She found a special glow in his gaze, something akin to promise, enough to make her heart flutter and her lips draw a wide smile as she nodded. "Okay."

The last thing she saw before his lips met hers again was an expression of happiness, something she definitely wouldn't tire of seeing, especially if she was the cause.

Anna's idea of inviting them to come here couldn't have been more successful. Elsa wasn't wrong when she thought that several pleasant surprises awaited them. The best part was that this was only the beginning. Now she just hoped that Killian and Emma left behind all their fears and decided to jump into the void too. The feeling that awaited them was quite amazing, she could tell now.

Killian - New Year’s Eve 2019

When Killian woke up the next morning, the sun was already shining in the sky, the bright morning light seeping through the large windows and illuminating the room, causing him to remain reluctant to open his eyes just yet.

His mind was still clouded by the vestiges of sleep, making him feel a bit confused at first. Gradually, as his mind cleared, he began to be aware of his surroundings. The moment his brain processed the fact that he wasn't alone in bed, but had a warm body pressed against his, reality came in waves hitting him hard.

Emma ... Her back was pressed against his bare chest, her golden hair brushing his cheeks, her curves exerting gentle pressure in the right places causing his morning arousal to become more prominent.

In other circumstances, he would have felt embarrassed in some way and would have separated from her immediately. On this occasion though, he felt confident enough, especially after their little intimate moment last night. Gods ! The memory of that brief but intense encounter did not help in his current situation.

Killian buried his nose in her hair, breathing her in, letting her sweet and intoxicating fragrance penetrate his nostrils. He would have stayed that way for hours, simply reveling in the sensation of her warm body in his arms as his mind repeated the events of the previous day.

She loved him. The mere mention of her feelings towards him caused his head to spin as his heart thudded frantically in his chest. If it weren't for her presence at his side being so tangible, so real, he would have thought that what happened last night had been nothing more than a sweet dream. One that he wouldn't have minded never waking up from. Never .

The reality was much better than any dream he had ever imagined, though. He wouldn’t change anything experienced with Emma in the past few hours even if it had happened in such unusual circumstances. But maybe that was what made their relationship something unique, after all.

The best part was that the end of the year was the beginning of something exciting and promising for them both. And maybe for someone else... but he would have time to focus on the other two lovebirds later. Now there was something more important to focus all his attention on.

He hesitated for a moment debating on whether to wake Emma or not, considering she wasn't the most friendly person in the mornings. He must admit that he also harbored some fear of her reaction. He sensed that the probabilities were reduced, but even so, there was a chance that she would regret what had happened, taking a step back, or raising her walls again... Stop ! He forced himself to bury those thoughts before they escalated until they were unstoppable and made him freak out.

Taking a leap of faith, he decided to tempt his luck and wake her up, trying to do it in the most pleasurable way. After letting out a quiet sigh, he circled her waist with his arm and gently slipped his hand under her tank top, his fingers beginning to trace delicate patterns on the skin of her flat stomach as he peppered any patch of her exposed skin that he could find with feather-like kisses.

When she began to stir under his touch he went still, waiting for her reaction. To his pleasant surprise, she grabbed the hand on her abdomen, placing it between her breasts while rolling her hips, pressing even more against him and causing an involuntary groan to escape between his lips.

"It's too early," she mumbled in a barely intelligible voice but remained in the same position. That was a good sign, wasn't it?

"Good morning, love. Are you ready to face the last day of the year?" he asked before brushing his lips on her skin in a spot just under her ear.

"Not yet."

He released a quiet chuckle but continued his attempts. Not that he was in a hurry to get up, but he preferred to have a little intimate conversation with Emma before the other occupants of the cabin appeared.

"Don't get me wrong, Swan. There is nothing I would like more than spending the rest of the day here with you and continuing what we started last night." He paused as he pressed a kiss on the line of her jaw and rolled his hips against her, causing her to make a delicious sound. "But I suspect that the others will soon appear. And it may not be advisable for us that they find us in this position."

After hearing a shaky breath, he noticed Emma moving, rolling over until she faced him. His breath caught in his throat when he observed her features. She was so beautiful. And most importantly, there was not a sign of regret in her expression; rather one of contentment. He could barely contain his emotion.

"Those windows are too large, they remind me of The Kraken's." She snuggled into him as she buried her head in his chest, as if she were trying to protect herself from the light. "Too much light at this time in the morning," she mumbled, her warm breath caressing his bare skin. Killian couldn't help smiling with affection at her comment. There was no doubt that the bar had gone deep into her from the very beginning.

They remained in the same position for a few seconds until Emma separated her head again, looking for his gaze. "I've been thinking..."

"I'm not sure I like the sound of that, love."

Her brows furrowed in a gesture too adorable for her own good. "Me thinking?"

Killian rolled his eyes and then pressed a soft kiss on her forehead to erase her frown. "I mean, when you say it that way it usually implies trouble." Her mischievous expression revealed that he was totally right. "What have you thought this time, Swan?" he asked slowly.

"We're going to pretend that nothing has happened between us, that our relationship continues in the friend zone." A shadow of doubt crossed her face at that moment, so he hastened to dissolve any uncertainty she might have by capturing her lips with his in a kiss that could not be considered as something that two simple friends would share.

Only when they parted again did he realize the implications of what she was suggesting, his smile fading from his face immediately. "Let me see if I understood correctly. Does that mean no kisses and no contact at all?"

"Just for a while. I want to see their reactions, see how they change strategy. After what they have been doing, acting behind our backs, I want to mess with them a little."

"For how long?"

"I don't know... we'll see how things flow and we'll decide on the fly. What do you say? Are you in?"

She seemed so excited about the plan that he didn't have the heart to reject it. After all, he had been able to survive four years in a far worse situation, right? That could mean experiencing continued torture, but he could resist one more day, couldn't he? He tried to convince himself, although he knew now that he had had a taste of what it meant to be completely with Emma —well almost, but they would reach that point soon — he was going to have serious difficulties controlling his desires and keeping his hands off her.

"I know I'm going to regret it, but okay, I'm in," he accepted after letting out an exaggerated sigh. The smile she gave him was so bright that it was almost enough reward. Almost.

"I will compensate you, I promise." The way she uttered her words, with that suggestive tone of hers as she raised one eyebrow, was indicative enough about the kind of reward she had in mind. He really couldn't wait to consummate what they had started the night before.

"You better. Something tells me that this plan of yours is going to be torture for me. Tell me at least that we're going to find some private moments throughout the day."

"I promise." She nodded vigorously. As if to prove her words, she pressed her lips to his, getting him to forget everything and everyone for a moment.

While he savored her lips once more, he wondered how on earth he had survived so far deprived of such pleasure and how he would be able to repress himself while their little farce lasted. Although reluctant, he pulled apart from her before their make-out session escalated to something even more compromising.

"As long as I get these sporadic kisses, nothing else matters," he breathed out against her lips.

She moved her head a little away from him, looking into his eyes with a gleeful expression on her face. "Did you just use a song again to talk about us?"

He hadn't done it on purpose, but he couldn't help smirking at her because certainly, his choice of words couldn't have been more appropriate, so he decided to go a little further.

"So close, no matter how far Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters"

Emma stared at him, her eyes sparkling with admiration, or so he thought, causing his heart to swell with pride.

"Have I ever told you that you're very sexy when you sing?"

"Only when I sing?"

"Especially when you sing."

"Well, you can consider it as one of the many benefits of falling in love with a musician as talented as myself." She rolled her eyes — obviously — and was about to say something when he continued, "I could say the same about you, love. You're stunning, Swan."

"Even now?"

"Especially now. Irresistible," he purred before showing it with a demanding kiss from which they needed a few seconds to recover. He then decided to continue his improvised performance by expressing himself again through music. He was particularly inspired this fine morning, especially now that he had learned that she found him more attractive when he sang.

"You're beautiful You're beautiful You're beautiful, it's true"

He barely had time to say the last word when she was kissing him again, any coherent thoughts leaving his mind at the incredible sensation of her lips on his.

"I love you," she muttered without taking her lips away from his. "How have we waited so long for this?"

"Because, taking your words from yesterday, we are two idiots, Swan. But I wouldn't change anything experienced in the past few years because all this has brought us here." He tenderly caressed her cheek while talking. "I love you too, by the way." He would never get tired of saying those words, especially now that he already knew the reaction they had in her.

Emma closed her eyes for a moment and then let out a sigh that sounded like resignation. "I'd love to stay here longer, but I think the others will appear at any moment. What do you think if we start with our performance, Jones?"

He let out a huff of annoyance, but nodded. "If there is no choice..." After giving her one last peck on the lips, he sat on the bed while he looked for his t-shirt. Before he could get up, she grabbed his arm.

"Bring me a cup of coffee," she claimed in that characteristic bossy tone of hers. Killian flashed her an intentional glance as he raised one eyebrow. Emma seemed to understand the meaning of his expression, because her features softened immediately, her lips drawing an adorable pout before adding, "please?"

"I'm impressed by your manners, Swan." She rolled her eyes at his words, but the smile didn't disappear from her lips. "As you wish," he added, accompanying his words by a slight bow before walking towards the kitchen area.

It was going to be a long day, but everything would be worth it since there was a wonderful reward waiting for him at the end of the road.

Killian hadn't been wrong. Emma's stupid plan was becoming torture, especially since they hadn't had the chance to enjoy a single moment of privacy.

At least they had been quite entertained all day since, at Kristoff's suggestion, they had gone to take some ski lessons that had resulted in quite the experience; especially because of the non-existent abilities of some of them, like himself, which had generated some spectacular falls in the snow and several liberating laughs.

Since he couldn't enjoy Emma as he would have liked, he dedicated himself to enjoying the good company of his friends. In addition, he had found an especially satisfying entertainment for the day, messing with Liam and Elsa.

Now that Killian knew the secret they held and their more than obvious mutual attraction, he couldn't help dropping seemingly innocent comments in relation to them; innocent comments that were actually loaded with intention, causing flushed cheeks and furtive glances. He also didn't miss their expressions of disappointment, how they communicated with each other exchanging glances, and how they were barely able to hide their frustration since their efforts to push them together did not give any result. Emma and he not only didn't shorten the distances between them but rather seemed to avoid each other.

Killian even thought that they would dare to carry out the idea they had expressed the night before to resort to more drastic measures such as locking them together in some room. He wouldn't have minded at all if they did it, though.

His opinion about Emma's plan began to change as the day progressed. Despite its disadvantages, it was proving quite effective and even satisfying after all, especially since just before dinner, they both found their chance to spend a moment alone.

Since none of the rest of them were especially good in the kitchen, Elsa and Kristoff were in charge of making dinner. Liam, who didn't seem interested in separating from Elsa for more than a minute, immediately offered to help, while Anna kept swarming around the kitchen, contributing in her own style, not with her culinary skills but entertaining the others with her endless speeches.

Taking advantage of the fact that they all seemed quite busy, he offered to collect firewood from the shed next to the house. He tried to endow his words with a certain indifference, using a carefree tone, but trusting Emma to grasp his hidden meaning.

"Wait. I'm going with you, Jones."

Killian could barely contain his enthusiasm, but he schooled his features by showing an expression of feigned surprise. "Did I hear correctly, Swan? Will you voluntarily accompany me outside, in this freezing cold, to carry logs of firewood?"

She was bloody brilliant even while acting, since she rolled her eyes while letting out a snort. "Make no mistake Jones, you're going to transport the logs. I just needed an excuse to get out of this kitchen that smells too much of food."

Then, in a display of stellar performance, she walked without even looking at him, grabbed her coat and headed for the back door of the house. The others barely paid attention, but he watched all her movements carefully. Only when she disappeared from his sight did he decide to follow in her footsteps, after letting out a huff of mock annoyance, which was answered by a chuckle from his brother. He could also be quite convincing if he intended.

This time Killian anticipated her movement, sensing that she would act as on previous occasions, so, at the moment when the shed door closed behind them, it was he who pushed her against the smooth surface, pressing her body with his and capturing her lips with his.

"Tell me this performance is not going to last much longer, love," he managed to say in a hoarse tone, before his lips settled on her again, savoring any portion of skin he could find.

Emma wasn't far behind, of course. He had never doubted that at the moment they decided to let go of their passions, she would be as fierce and determined as she was in all other facets of her life. That was one of her charms, in fact, one of the many reasons why he had fallen madly in love with her: her ability to achieve everything she intended. Even in love, despite her initial reluctance, once her fears were overcome, there was nothing to stop her, to his utter delight.

"I'm not sure, I may be enjoying this more than I thought at the beginning," she muttered against his lips, and then her mouth traveled until she found another target. She nibbled his earlobe, causing a chill to run through his spine, and then she murmured, "wait a couple of minutes and then come back. And don't forget the firewood."

After giving him one last searing kiss, she gently pushed him, opened the door, and left without looking back, leaving him with his mouth hanging open, his blood burning in his veins and his heart pounding frantically. This woman was going to be the death of him without even giving him time to have his way with her.

Killian did enjoy the last dinner of the year. He was grateful that Elsa and Kristoff were such good cooks, because they prepared a delicious meal. He couldn't have said goodbye to the year in a better way, with a full stomach, and with the best company; his brother on one side and Emma, his everything, on his other side.

He didn't even need to think about New Year's resolutions, not when he felt he had, or was about to get at least, everything he had dreamed of and more. For the first time in many years, he felt truly at peace with himself. He only needed a tiny little thing to welcome the new year in the best possible way and he had every intention of carrying it out.

He just hoped Emma was willing to do it too.

Minutes before the ball finally dropped, they were located in the middle of the living room in front of the television, waiting to experience one of the most intense moments of the year together. There were glasses of champagne placed on the coffee table and a festive atmosphere surrounding them.

The usual nerves of this time of year were also present, but this time they were for quite a different reason. Despite having his heart broken for quite a long time, for the past four years he had harbored that faint flame of hope, which always intensified during that special moment, fueled by the New Year's resolutions. This time the flame had turned into a fire that threatened to consume him alive.

A new chapter of his life in the form of a new year was about to begin. An uncertain future with endless possibilities was waiting for him to help him fill in the blank pages. After all, that's what life consisted of, right? Gradually discovering everything that chance or destiny had prepared for you. There was something he was sure of, though. Whatever the future held for him, this time he would have a partner along the way.

"Are you okay?" Emma whispered slyly, bringing him back to reality.

"Aye, love. It's just that this time of year is quite significant, that's all." He offered her a reassuring smile before focusing his eyes on the screen.

The countdown to welcome the new year was about to begin.

He looked away again for a few seconds, holding his gaze briefly on each of the people who accompanied him tonight; every one of them important to him in one way or another. While he was doing that, he was mentally thanking whoever was the architect who decided to put these people in his way. He certainly felt like the luckiest man in the world right now.

After looking back at the screen for a moment, he decided that he wasn’t going to wait for the countdown to end. Before the ball finished dropping his gaze traveled to Emma who was also looking at him. His eyes bore into hers, silently asking for permission. Only when she nodded with a subtle movement of her head did he act, cupping her head with his hands. The last thing his sight caught before melting into a kiss that tasted like the future was an emerald gaze full of promises.

There was no better way to start the new year, no doubt.

Everything else ceased to exist at that moment. All his senses focused on Emma and the depth of his feelings towards her. Only when Anna's screams became so intense, he reluctantly parted from her.

"Yes, yes, yes!!!"

"It was about damn time, guys!" Killian was surprised to hear Kristoff so excited, especially when he seemed to be addressing them while holding the cell phone in his hand as if he had just taken a picture.

"Did you get them all?" Anna asked her boyfriend, stretching her neck as if she wanted to take a look at Kristoff's phone screen. When he handed her the phone, Anna squealed, lifting her hand to Kristoff's for a high five.

What the hell is going on here?

"What the hell is going on?" It was Liam who put his own thoughts into words. Just looking around, he saw the same confusion on both Elsa and Emma’s faces as well.

Anna rolled her eyes before responding, as if the answer was obvious. "It was about time for you to take the reins and decide to act, guys!" Although Anna's reply was quite cryptic, it seemed obvious that they were talking about the unexpected kiss, although he wasn't sure why they seemed to be including his brother and Elsa as well. Unless…

Killian's eyes widened, first looking for Emma's gaze, who seemed just as surprised as he and then they both looked, truly looked towards Liam and Elsa. She seemed embarrassed but a timid smile adorned her lips. Liam, on the other hand, was circling Elsa's shoulders with his arm, his face lit with something akin to contentment. Killian then looked back at Anna and the phone she was holding, suddenly interested in its contents.

"Did you just take a picture of us?" This time it was Emma, always so perceptive, who put words to his own thoughts.

"Yes! I assumed that this thing could happen. I had already told Kristoff in advance so he was ready to immortalize the moment. It has been perfect. You are all so in sync." Before anyone had time to reply, Anna continued talking, "I never imagined that there would be so much unresolved tension around us when we plotted this setup. It has been a bit intense and at the same time frustrating, to be honest."

"Wait a moment, did you just say this has been a set up?" This time Killian did find his voice, but he was so surprised that he could barely articulate more words.

"You mean the getaway? Yep," Kristoff confirmed through a huge grin.

"We even took care of finding a cabin with the proper distribution of rooms for our purposes. We honestly are fucking geniuses, right?" There was no doubt that Anna was very pleased with herself, although Killian focused more on the meaning of her words than on her reaction.

Killian heard Emma snorting beside him and Liam doing the same, while Elsa seemed somewhat mortified. He himself remained speechless, trying to process everything that was happening.

"Are you seriously telling us that this has been a set up to..."

"Push you together, obviously." Anna didn't even give Emma time to continue. "All of you are so stubborn and so undecided that if it had been left for you to do, this would probably have taken thirty years to happen. We have simply accelerated the process."

So Anna and Kristoff knew. Killian wondered if they had really been so obvious; if he and Emma had failed to mask their feelings. The answer seemed evident, given their reaction. "I can't believe it." Killian shook his head, finally snapping out of his trance, while he burst out laughing. "Your setup has reached the top, surpassing all our poor attempts."

Both Liam and Elsa snapped their heads towards him. "What do you mean?" his brother asked slowly as he looked at him through narrowed eyes.

Emma answered for him. "We know everything. You don't have to keep pretending." The way Elsa's eyes widened was almost comical. Liam, on the contrary, still seemed confused, so Killian hurried to enlighten him.

"We heard you last night, brother."

This time it was Anna and Kristoff's turn to look at them with expressions of confusion on their faces as Anna gave him a questioning look. "Hold on a sec. What are you talking about now?"

Oh, man ! At what time had his life become a romcom?

"How did you hear us last night? Ýou were..." Elsa trailed off as she gasped, her expression denoting that she had just realized. "You weren't asleep."

"We just pretended, to force you to sleep in the same bed," Killian admitted while exchanging a knowing glance with Emma. "That's how we discovered that you had been working behind our backs for the past few weeks, to achieve a similar goal for us, I presume."

"Wait, wait, wait. Are you telling us that this has been a set up inside a set up inside another set up?" As Kristoff said it, the whole scenario sounded quite absurd, hence his expression of disbelief. But strange as it seemed, it was really true.

"Oh my God. I feel like an idiot." Elsa covered her face with her hands, clearly embarrassed. Killian felt sorry for her, but the way Liam hurried to reassure her warmed his heart. That was when he remembered something. The plan prepared by Anna and Kristoff had also included Liam and Elsa. And if they had achieved their goal that meant that…

"I want to see that picture," he demanded, clearly interested in its contents.

"I want to see it too," Liam seconded.

Luckily they didn't have to beg much as Kristoff took pity on them by grabbing his phone again and showing it to them.

The picture was really perfect. Kristoff had managed to capture the exact moment in which each couple shared the first kiss of the year, which was also the first official kiss for all of them. It was the living image of happiness.

"Finally!" Both Liam and Elsa responded in unison, not bothering to hide their enthusiasm when they found that their plan had worked after all. Liam then looked at Killian, a joyful expression on his face, his lips drawing a bright smile.

"I'm very happy for you, little brother. You deserve it." Liam addressed him as he gave him an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder.

"You too, Liam." Certainly, Killian couldn't be happier for his brother and for the chance of happiness he had found with Elsa.

"Guys! We almost forgot! What are we waiting for? Everyone, grab your glass of champagne. We're celebrating!" Anna, displaying her overflowing enthusiasm, brought them back to reality, reminding them that they, indeed, hadn't yet toasted to the arrival of the new year.

"Happy New Year!" Kristoff was the first to pronounce the words, as everyone grabbed their glasses and raised their hands toasting not only for the new year but for the promising future that awaited them.

Killian established at that very moment his only resolution for that new year; to make sure that next year they obtained a new image with the same content. Meanwhile, they had three hundred and sixty-six days to continue building their relationship and to keep that happiness that they all deserved so much.

Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think :)

This is almost the end... It has really been a pleasure. I hope I have managed to put a smile on your faces or at least that you evaded reality while reading my story in these months of uncertainty and fear. Don't forget that we still have the epilogue. Thank you and... Don't Stop Believing.

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