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wonwoonlight · 3 years

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my daisy / chapter 2 | kim mingyu

➝ CEO!Mingyu x Secretary!Reader

➝ strangers to lovers // single dad!Mingyu // fluff // lighthearted // non idol!au // like pls dont expect any dramas here lol // tiny bit of angst ig

➝ series warning: mentions of sex, no smut but there's implied sexual activities, insecurity (as always jshbdjhsfshbf am sorry), curses, food, let me know if theres more ^^

➝ word count: 4.3k

➝ A/N: hi! i know chapter 1 was a bit slow bc i needed to introduce the ppl around the MCs but hopefully this one is better....tho im not sure if this was too fast of a pace.. but oh well! decided to post this at 10:10am KST instead of PM bc why not. as always, enjoy! ur feedback will always be appreciated <3

when your cousin asks you to be her substitute at SVT Inc. as she takes her maternity leave, you're pretty sure this wasn't what you signed up for.

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In your defense, Mingyu is a very common name.

You probably know at least 5 Mingyu throughout school and university, not counting another from your old work places.

Jennie looks at you pointedly, and you immediately bow to him as you introduce yourself.

It’s okay—it’s okay, you tell yourself. You were drunk, he was drunk, there’s a pretty good chance Mingyu doesn’t even remember you. You’re just going to play stupid unless he addresses it himself. Yeah—yeah, that’s a good plan.

When you stand back straight, you can’t tell if the emotion that passes his eyes is recognition or he’s simply sizing you up.

“As we agreed before, I will train her for a month and then take my maternity leave once that’s done,” Jennie says again, bringing you back into the current situation at hand. “I promise she’ll be able to handle my workloads and I’ll try to be on standby most of the time just in case she needs help.”

Mingyu nods absentmindedly, his eyes finally leaving you and you let out a soft breath of relief at that. “You talk too much sometimes,” he shakes his head at Jennie, holding back a teasing smile in front of a stranger.

“Excuse me?”

“Just get ready for the meeting,” he softly orders before he settles on his seat. It is only then that you realize there’s a big name plate on his desk: CEO Kim Mingyu, it reads. You gulp at the name, suddenly the sound of your voice screaming his name rings through your ears once again.

When you look up from the name plate, you’re surprised to find Mingyu’s already looking at you, one of his eyebrows slightly raised and you honestly have no idea what to make of that.

It is Jennie’s voice that brings you back to reality, calling you to follow her out of the room. You don’t miss the way Mingyu’s gaze never leaves you even when you bow one more time before you leave.

You’re so, so screwed.

“What was that?” Jennie asks the moment you sit down next to her.

You decide to play dumb, there’s definitely no need to tell Jennie about what happened with Mingyu. Fuck. You’re supposedly going to spend months with this guy and you’re no longer sure if you can do it now.

To be honest, you’ve never really been one for one night stands, and you’ve got to admit you’re lucky the one time you ended up having one, it’s with someone like Mingyu who seems to be a decent person. The few times that you’ve been intimate with other people are always during your relationships, and you’ve made sure you’re serious enough because that’s just how you are.

You don’t care that Soonyoung jumps from bed to bed at least twice a week; that’s not your problem as long as it’s all consensual, he regularly gets checked and stays healthy. You just don’t prefer doing it yourself. There’s just something embarrassing to you about sharing a bed with someone you barely know.

You swear to everything that is in the universe you’d never drink outside your place ever again.

“Just… didn’t expect the CEO to be so young,” you blurt out even though it’s stupid because Jennie has totally told you the CEO is around your age.

“Have I not told you that?” she says in suspicion, narrowing her eyes at you. “I’m pretty sure I have.”

Right at that moment, your phone suddenly rings, saving you from Jennie’s further prodding. She looks at Sooyaaa on your phone, recognizing your close friend and telling you to take it if you want.

So, for the sake of your sanity, you do.

“Yes?” you answer snappily.

“What’s with the tone?” Jisoo asks gleefully from the other side. “Some bird told me you’ve got something to tell.”

“Kwon Soonyoung that bastard,” you mutter under your breath, earning a laugh from Jisoo and from Jennie next to you.

“If it makes you feel any better, he didn’t say anything beyond that. Just said that I might want to ask you if something happened at the club the other night.”

To your annoyance, Jisoo has sounded more happy than she is worried. But just when you’re about to snap at her for reminding you about that night, Jisoo cuts you off and asks if all is good. She’s been apologizing since that day, telling you she’s found Seungcheol in her drunken stupor and had him take her home because she thought you’re taken care of.

You sigh, telling her a hesitant yes and a promise to meet her later for dinner so you can tell her everything. She ends the call with a loud kissing noise, screaming to the receiver a very loud “Hi Jennie!!” that you don’t need to put the phone on speaker for your cousin to hear her.

“She’s such a good friend, isn’t she?” she asks once you put your phone back in your bag after activating the silent mode.

Your mind goes to the endless texts and miscalls from Jisoo that day, you’ve just been childishly ignoring her to get back at your friend because you know she worries like there’s no tomorrow. But you know—you know that there can be no friend that takes care of you as good as Jisoo could ever do.

“Yeah, she is.”

You don’t really interact with Mingyu even days after the first one, thankfully. You just dutifully follow Jennie around, who’s following him around. Today’s meetings are all in the company, and you’re mostly there to memorize the face and the name of the head of each department as they sit there in Mingyu’s presence.

For a moment there, you’re probably as close as you are to being starstruck. Mingyu carries himself very well, no one seems to be doubting him despite his young age compared to some of the directors who are probably a decade (or two) older than he is. His words are clean and sharp, never going around as he delivers what he’s saying as efficiently as he can.

So far, your impression of Mingyu is that he's a gentleman that only speaks when he needs to. He’s, by no means, cold, but he’s practical and he doesn’t see the need to speak more than necessary. You wonder if that’s how he is or if that’s just his work persona.

Someone clears his throat in front of you, and you immediately straighten your posture at Mingyu who’s basically looking down on you from his towering height.

“See me in my office after this,” he says and then leaves the meeting room before you manage to answer.

Your heart races at his words, but you will yourself to calm down because you figure Mingyu’s not going to bring it up out of nowhere like this. But why did he call you instead of Jennie if he has matters to discuss? Is he testing you?

Nonetheless, you tell Jennie the CEO wishes to speak to you before you leave to his office. Jennie only nods as she busies herself with the screen in front of her, but Seungkwan catches your eyes and puts up his fist in encouragement.

You have no idea what to expect.

“Sir,” you greet him after he says to come in. You’re not sure whether you should sit down or stay standing, but Mingyu points to the chair in front of his desk with his chin.

Mingyu doesn’t say anything for a moment, his eyes are still examining you and you try your best to hold his gaze despite your heartbeat drumming loudly against your chest.

“I have an important meeting in Tokyo next month.” He breaks the silence. “And you’d probably have to come with me.”

You don’t say anything but a ‘Yes, Sir,’ because, truthfully, you don’t think you have any choice here and you’re just glad he’s not bringing up that incident.

“Frankly, I’d rather bring Seungkwan because he’s more used to the business meeting abroad,” he states bluntly though there’s no hint of rudeness in his voice. “But he’s given me a notice since last month that he’s going to take a whole week off then by using up his accumulated day-offs.”

“Okay, Sir,” you repeat.

“Tell Jennie to take care of the arrangements,” he finishes, eyes already back to his screen as his fingers busily type on his keyboard. “You may leave.”

He just has to be so attractive.

“Kim Mingyu?” Jisoo asks one more time, wondering why the name sounds so familiar to her. But, then again, it is a pretty common name. “Wait, did you say you’re working in SVT Inc.? I never knew Jennie worked in SVT Inc.?”

“Yep,” you say as you munch on your dinner. Jisoo has invited herself to sleep over for ‘making it up’, using the access you’ve given her, and the girl has her conscience guilty enough to already have food prepared on the table the moment you step into your door.

Your friend stays silent for a moment, and you let her be because—Gosh, you’re so mentally tired after being wary of Mingyu the whole time. Even though deep down you feel like he doesn’t seem to be the type to confront you over something like that in the office, it doesn’t stop your heart from jumping every time his gaze goes past you or when he calls your name (even though it literally happens like... five times in total so far).

In short, you’ve spent the day uselessly worrying Mingyu will confront you about it and it isn’t exactly healthy for your head nor your heart.

“Oh!” Jisoo suddenly shouts, making you jump a little in your seat. She takes her phone, fingers busy tapping here and there before she pushes her screen to your face. “This Mingyu?””

The picture of Seungcheol and your new boss together greets you. They both seem close enough, with Seungcheol’s arm around his shoulder and lighthearted smiles gracing their faces. There’s a pretty little girl in Seungcheol’s lap, one that you don’t bother to ask because Seungcheol loves children.

“Yeah, they’re close,” Jisoo answers your silent question after putting her phone back down. “I do meet him from time to time because of Seungcheol even though I’m not close with him or anything. He’s pretty friendly, but definitely a private person.”

Great. You think to yourself, all the more reason not to tell Jisoo about the event from that night. While she’s your best friend and you love her with all your heart, there are times when she’d accidentally blurt out your ‘secrets’ when drunk.

Now you actually trust Seungcheol enough not to further spread your secrets, and you’re actually fairly close with him that you don’t mind him knowing the few stuffs you only mean to share with Jisoo. If there’s anyone that you could trust, it’s him. But this one? A one night stand with one of his close friends?

You’re pretty sure it’d be better for them not to know.

It’s a one time thing anyway, which isn’t important enough for either of them to be aware of. You’ll just pretend like it’s some random guy and pray Mingyu doesn’t say anything about it either.

So, when Jisoo asks again about what Soonyoung has meant when he says you might have something to tell her, you reluctantly tell Jisoo half the truth—that you got too drunk and ended up in a hotel with some guy.

She deserves at least that much.

Before guilt rushes in even more in Jisoo’s system, you immediately tell her that it’s okay and at least you remember the sex was pleasant. And when she asks if you could remember him or maybe his name, you drop your gaze to your food and shake your head because Jisoo knows when you’re lying. Her gaze stays on you for a few seconds before she eventually drops the topic and talks about her plan with Seungcheol for the weekend.

You’ve never been more glad Jisoo also knows when not to push.

“How are you coping?” Jennie asks with a grin after yet another meeting.

You groan at her question. While you’re used to having multiple meetings back-to-back and typing down whatever the meeting was about, Mingyu is a whole other level of busy from what you were used to.

It’s not always a bad thing, though, because despite the way your back always cries in pain at the end of the day, you actually feel challenged and are oddly motivated to do well and prove yourself even though no one is giving you the side-eye.

You wonder if it’s the way Mingyu would hum in approval everytime he finishes reading your report. Jennie has told you how much of a perfectionist Mingyu is, to the point where he’d check your report himself. Except for the first few mistakes you’ve made due to the unfamiliarity of the format this company uses, Mingyu has never really told you to revise anything after that.

“You do remember this is my last day before I officially take that maternity leave, right?” she reminds you, and your eyes automatically go to where her baby’s at.

It’s pretty weird, to be honest. You grew up with Jennie, you saw her when she was an elementary student, then junior high school, and so on. The image of Jennie in her old uniform pops up in your mind, one where she took your hand in hers when she went to your school to pick you up. And now she’s here, much more mature and pregnant with a baby.

“Yeah, Jaebum must be happy about that,” you snicker teasingly.

Jennie grins at the mention of her husband and you could’ve sworn there would be flowers surrounding her if this was a high school romance manga. “He’s just been worried about my workloads. It eases him a lot when he finds out you’re replacing me, though.”

“Tell him I’m expecting a present or something for that comment,” you say before you go back to typing down the meeting report from earlier. Jennie lets you be for a while before she lets out a confused noise from beside you.

“Huh?” she mumbles to herself as she looks through her organizer. “That was… our last meeting for the day?”

The way you and Seungkwan immediately turn to her is almost comical, eyes wide and mouth open. It’s barely 4 in the evening and there’s…no more meetings? Jennie frowns, flipping through her organizer some more before she decides she needs to confirm with Mingyu. The sound of her heels against the floor as she makes her way to Mingyu’s office wakes you up from your trance.

“Betting you the next report that there’s another meeting after this that Mingyu forgot to tell Jennie,” Seungkwan says out of nowhere.

“So if there’s no meeting after this you’ll do my next report?” you raise your eyebrows at the challenge.

“And you’ll do mine otherwise.”

“Deal.”

For the past few minutes, you haven’t stopped nudging Seungkwan next to you while Jennie and Mingyu are walking ahead of you both, discussing something that you don’t quite hear.

There’s a pout in his face while you smugly grin at him, missing the way Mingyu glances back at you before turning back to Jennie again.

“Who told you to bet against me, huh?” you whisper childishly and Seungkwan just swats your hand in annoyance. It’s a little past 5PM now and currently, the four of you are on your way to get dinner.

When Jennie comes in earlier to confirm his schedule, Mingyu has just told her that he purposefully emptied the schedule after the last meeting because it’s her last day and he’d like to peacefully have dinner with her as a friend. Due to her raging hormones, she almost cries right there and then while you and Seungkwan have gotten the privilege to see Mingyu panic from the clear glass of his office.

After that, she tells him she wants to bring you and Seungkwan because you’re all basically working as a team, anyway. You can tell that Mingyu’s a bit reluctant, which is understandable because he barely even knows you and it’d mean he won’t be as comfortable compared to when it’s only him, Jennie, and Seungkwan.

Not to mention the incident from barely a month ago.

You cringe at the thought. Even though at this point you’re sure Mingyu either: 1. Has forgotten. 2. Does not recognize you. or 3. Simply does not wish to bring it up, you just can’t not be nervous around him.

“Did you say you worked at Pleds before?” Seungkwan asks over dinner. The four of you are in a steakhouse, Jennie’s choice because Mingyu says it’s the least he could do for her. Seungkwan’s sitting next to you while Mingyu and Jennie sit across the both of you.

You nod as you play with your straw, waiting for the food to be served. “It wasn’t… bad. But the workloads and the pay weren’t exactly balanced. Plus, the emotional labor was getting too much so I resigned after working there for almost two years.”

“You must’ve celebrated after,” he grins, knowing how it usually goes when one left a company by choice. You nod absentmindedly, too hungry to realize where the conversation might lead you to. Across you, Mingyu is silently listening to the conversation without any plan to join in and takes a sip of his wine.

“Was it that time you went to Exodus with Jisoo?” Jennie tilts her head, recalling the Instagram update Jisoo posted on her story with the club location pinned in one of the updates.

At her question, you choke on your drink while Mingyu is dignified enough to simply clears his throat as if his drink didn’t just go the wrong pipe. You wouldn’t have thought it was him reacting to the name if not for the way you accidentally meet his eyes for a split second before you quickly look elsewhere.

It was enough. A split second was enough for you to know that Mingyu knows. There was a spark of recognition in his eyes that he couldn’t hide quickly enough, as if something was made clear to him and you fear the illusion of Mingyu’s ignorance regarding that incident would break after this.

After what you hope is enough time to avoid Jennie’s—or anyone, in that matter—suspicions, you excuse yourself to the restroom with an awkward smile. You close the toilet door behind you and immediately slot the lock before you lean back and exhale a deep breath. You close your eyes in contempt, your fingers digging into your palms.

This shouldn’t change anything… right? You haven’t been working in SVT Inc. for long, but you’ve spent most of your time following Mingyu, Jennie, and Seungkwan, so it’s safe to say you’re actually more familiar with him than a lot of people on your floor.

That said, you feel like you know enough that Mingyu wouldn’t come to you and talk about this just for the sake of it. Kim Mingyu is a practical man, he does not do what’s not needed, and you’re 100% sure this is not necessary no matter how you see it.

After you’ve calmed down enough, you take another deep breath before you open the door. You check yourself in the mirror one more time, patting down your hair and making sure you look decent before you step out of the restroom.

Your breath almost stops when your eyes find Mingyu who also has just stepped out of the other restroom. Your eyes meet his and, for a second, you thought he’s going to say something by the way he’s holding your gaze. But Mingyu breaks the eye contact first, looks away and then makes his way back to the table without addressing you.

You’re not sure if you should be glad or disappointed by that.

When you return to your seat beside Seungkwan, the talk has turned into Jennie’s baby and the maternity glow she has beautifully embraced ever since her baby bump has started showing.

“I’m not going to lie. It’s a beautiful process, yeah, and I get why people kinda glorify it, but it’s still not something that everyone can just… go through,” Jennie says as she puts down her fork and knife. “I’m pretty lucky that my pregnancy hasn’t been that hard except for a few times, but you really can’t shame anyone for not wanting to get pregnant.”

Seungkwan nods in agreement, telling the story of how his sister has opted to adopt a child after settling down with her husband because she doesn’t think she can go through the pregnancy process herself.

“They love her so much and they’re considering adopting another child because they want her to have a sibling.” There’s a fond smile on his face, one that you can’t help but mirror as you remember the picture of Seungkwan and Minhee that decorates his desk in the office. “Plus, Minhee has actually been asking if she’s going to ever have a brother or sister like her other friends do.”

“Can I see her already, please?” you join in the flow of conversation. “I’ve known you for, like, a month and I’ve heard more about Minhee than I do my friend’s niece when I literally waited outside the labor room for this kid to be born.”

The table laughs at this, very aware of Seungkwan’s friendliness and tendency to talk about his dear niece to everyone he considers a friend.

“Do you like kids?” Seungkwan asks.

“Well, I wouldn’t say I do, to be honest,” you scrunch your nose and lean into your palm, suddenly conscious of the way everyone, especially Mingyu, is looking at you. You’re not sure why you’re even nervous, isn’t it normal that people pay attention to the person talking? “I find them cute. But I’ve never been one to…coddle them, you know? I don’t know how to act around them, but I enjoy looking at children play, I guess. Minhee sounds very lovely though, and I’ve never seen anyone who loves and talks about their niece as much as you do, so…”

“You know you have to coddle this one, right?” Jennie declares, making a point to place her hand on her rounding stomach as if there could be any other baby she’d be talking about.

“Maybe if you’re finally going to tell me if I’m going to have a niece or a nephew.”

For the first time that evening, Mingyu answers you even though he’s looking at your cousin, nonchalantly saying. “Oh? You’ve told me, though?”

Jennie doesn’t even have the time to glare at Mingyu, already busy trying to calm you down and convincing you that Mingyu totally finds out by accident and she most definitely did not tell him. You see him playfully grin at her and you don’t even realize you’ve been staring until Mingyu turns away from Jennie and catches your eyes. You quickly avert your gaze, pretending to pout at Jennie who’s already looking at you with guilt.

“Okay, tell me if you’d like to have a niece or a nephew?” Jennie tries to ease you up, though the both of you know you’re not really mad at her.

“I don’t mind either, but if I have to choose then… a niece,” you nod to yourself. “Little girls are cuter to me; I feel like they’re… less trouble.”

Mingyu accidentally snorts at this, but no one at the table finds this weird except for you. Seungkwan simply laughs while Jennie shakes her head, and you have enough sense to figure out this is probably some kind of an inside joke between the three of them.

You let them enjoy their little bubble without asking anything.

The night goes on peacefully after that; Seungkwan mainly keeps the table lively and all of you would laugh from time to time. Mingyu still doesn’t really address you, which you only lowkey mind, but you wonder if it’s just his way of warding off the wrong people from befriending him.

You’re pretty aware life as a young CEO must be hard despite his money. He’s rarely not working even when he’s off work, and you’re sure there must be people who have tried to leech off him due to his wealth and social standing.

Your mind suddenly takes you back to that night at the hotel and you frown at the realization, does he not have a partner? Frankly, you find it borderline believable and unbelievable that someone like Mingyu doesn’t have one. He’s probably either: 1. Too busy working that he’s not interested in it. or 2. Has a betrothed or something.

Okay, the second option is rather stereotypical when you don’t even have any idea if people of his class still do arranged marriages. But anyhow, you hope it’s not option 3 which consists of him being a bastard by sleeping with another person when he does have a partner.

Glancing at your phone, you realize it’s already 7 in the evening now. Mingyu seems to notice this too, quickly calling for the bill and says something about needing to go home quickly. For reasons that once again you’re not aware of, Seungkwan and Jennie simply nod in understanding, a teasing grin on their faces.

“Gyuri’s waiting, huh?” Seungkwan jokes, and you quickly register the unfamiliar name as your mind goes through a million scenarios of who this ‘Gyuri’ could be.

Mingyu nods with a suppressed grin, probably the most expression you’ve ever seen of him. Something inside you twists at it, though; did he have a partner, after all? One that waits for him at home?

You don’t dare to voice the curiosity out loud, not even to Seungkwan or Jennie, and you figure if this Gyuri person is important enough, you’ll find out sooner or later because the CEO would probably need you to fix his schedule to be with her.

You wonder why the bitter taste on your tongue refuses to leave even hours later when you’ve gone back to your apartment.

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havin-a-wee · 3 years

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Doctor's Orders

pairing: gynecologist!harry x reader/doctor!harry x reader

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: smut, fingering

this is so long overdue i apologize but this is a request! i kinda love this piece so i hope you guys do too!

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You sucked in a harsh breath as you heard your name being called from the front desk, the smiley old lady gesturing for you to follow her. You timidly walked behind her, your feet shuffling on the obnoxiously patterned carpet that lined the hallways.

You aren’t one to fear doctor’s appointments, in fact, you have never been apprehensive about going to one until right now. This appointment was something you’ve been avoiding for a while since you had moved to London, but there came a point where you couldn’t put it off for any longer. Back in the states, you were comfortable with your gynecologist, and you had no issue talking to her about problems you were having regarding your genitalia. But now that you were in a new city, you didn’t have the comfort that came with visiting a long-term doctor and faced new ones for the first time since you were a child. The rest of the doctor’s visits were pretty standard, but your private parts were something you struggled with understanding, Sure, you have seen porn and had sex, but it was never a fulfilling experience. In fact, you have never reached an orgasm. About a year ago you gave up on looking for men to help you and made it a mission to bring yourself to a climax. But alas, none of your efforts seemed to work. At this point, you were convinced that something was wrong with you, hence the gynecologist visit. Male gynecologist, that is.

Over the past month, you have spent a lot of time researching gynecologists in your area. The first one that came up was the one you are at now, but considering his gender you continued your hunt. But it kept leading you back to this one doctor, Dr. Styles, and that was why you are currently sitting in an exam room in his office.

You reassured yourself by looking up his name on your smartphone, scrolling through the 5-star reviews. The number of people who seemed to absolutely love this guy helped settle your nerves, so you read through them as you waited for a knock on the door.

That knock finally arrived a few minutes later, and you picked your head up and looked at the wooden door. “Come in!”

A head popped inside from behind the door as it was pushed open, and the doctor’s eyes found yours while he made his way into the small room. He’s tall, with a mop of chocolate brown curls on his head and bright green eyes accompanied by a friendly smile. He sat down, eyes never leaving yours until he placed his computer down and the screen lit up.

“‘Ello Darlin, m’Dr. Styles, but y’can call me Harry if you’d like.” He stuck out a hand, and your palm swiftly met his, the two of you looking at one another as you shook hands. His hands were enormous, and the rings placed on his fingers were cold to the touch. “Considering you’re a new patient, I took a peek at y’records and such, and I saw that y’ve always had a female gyno.”

You nodded your head slowly, opening your mouth to respond but getting cut off by Dr. Styles. “So I just wanted t’let y’know tha’ theres nothing t’be ashamed off, and I know what I’m doin’ so I promise you’re in expert hands.”

“Yeah, I was nervous, but I couldn’t ignore the amazing reviews people have given you, so I made an appointment.” You appreciated his reassurance a lot, and it really helped in the easing of your jitters. He turned back to his computer after nodding in response to you, clicking on a few keys before diverting his attention back to you.

“So what seems t’be the problem today Y/N?” An initial wave of shock hit you when he said your name, but it quickly dissolved when you remembered that he literally has access to all your medical information, so of course, he knows your name.

“This is a bit of an odd thing to come in for on my first appointment with you, but I think my vagina doesn’t work.” You let out a breathy chuckle at your own words. Dr. Styles seemed unphased by your forwardness, and you assumed he had heard a lot more abrasive things than that. “I’m a 22-year-old woman, but I’ve never had an orgasm. For the past year I’ve been focusing on doing it without a partner, but no matter how much time I spent or how many fancy toys I buy, I just end up feeling unsatisfied and disappointed.” He nodded along as you explained your issue, placing his chin in his hand while his elbow was placed on the desk.

“Have y’had any STD tests recently?”

“Yes, I had one last week, I’m clean and I’ve never had one in the past.”

“Is there any possibility tha’ you’re pregnant?”

“No, I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year.” You knew what questions he would ask, so to avoid wasting time you were giving him all the information he would need.

“When y’are sleeping with someone, do y’feel any sort of pleasure?”

“Yeah, but it’s just never enough, I guess.” His lips curled into an expression of concentration, and he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. The room was silent for all of around 30 seconds, but soon enough Dr. Styles spoke up.

“Based on yeh’ history and what y’telling me, it seems that y’just haven’t found the right bloke.” Your eyebrows lifted in surprise at his simple answer. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? “M’guessing y’can’t get y’self off cause’ y’tense and not fully relaxed. And the guys y’ve been with ave’all been doin’ a rubbish job.” He chuckled along with you, and you couldn’t help but agree with him. There was no one you could think of that had actually made you feel good the entire time and had actually focused on your pleasure and theirs. Most of the hookups you took part in were with frat boys who would stick their dick into anything with a hole. “But just in case, lemme’ check y’out just to make sure.”

He stood up from his chair and you swung your legs up on the cot, laying down on it. While you had waited for the doctor, you changed into the gown you were provided with, so there was only a thin piece of fabric between you and the curly-headed man that had taken a seat at the end of the seat.

It was now that you were faced with a dilemma that your anxious brain hadn’t even thought of prior to the appointment.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive. And probably because of the nature of your discussion (and the fact that your body is severely desperate for sexual release), your core had been heating up since he first stepped into the room. So now, he would lift the skirt of the gown and see a pool of velvety wetness coating the inside of your thighs.

The back of the seat was propped up, allowing you to see him. This was a good thing for him because he could talk to you while he does his job, but it means you will have to look at him after he sees the mess you’ve made.

“May I?” His fingers gripped onto the edges of the gown, and you swallowed hoarsely before nodding your approval. While you know that he probably has witnessed much more embarrassing situations than the one you were in right now, it didn’t make the predicament any better. As you suspected, he kept a straight face when he lifted the flimsy material from your legs. Without taking a second glance, he turned to a bottle on his desk and pumped a dollop of lube onto his glove-clad fingertips. He used his other gloved hand to spread the lubricant, only turning back to you when his two fingers were both well coated in the substance. “Y’alright?” Once again, you nodded at his question. “Tell me with words darlin’, wanna make sure y’comfortable.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. What kind of exam are you doing exactly?” That question popped into your mind right before it rolled off your tongue because you noticed he had never specified exactly what he was looking for.

“M’just gonna use m’finger,” he held his lube-covered fingers, “and feel around, just t’make sure everythins’ fine.”

“Ok, sounds good.”

“M’gonna start now, s’gonna be cold at first.”

You hissed when his fingers met your sopping hole, and you had to resist the urge to kick your legs while he slowly pushed his fingers inside of you. The feeling was strange, but definitely not unwelcome. The contrast from his icy fingers to your warm center was sending a tingling sensation down your spine. You could feel his fingers push around inside of you, caressing your walls. And you know you shouldn’t. But his fingers were hitting all the right nerves, and you couldn’t help but find the experience immensely pleasurable.

Despite your best efforts, a small moan of satisfaction escaped your lips. Immediately, you went stiff, and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. You just moaned while your doctor had his fingers inside you. For a moment you thought he would ignore the sexual noise that you had just made. But he suddenly looked up at you, his eyes previously locked on his fingers.

“Well, if y’moanin’ just from that, y’more sexually deprived than I thought.” He chuckled, and you cracked a small smile, but that was before his words actually hit you.

Was he, hitting on you?

Maybe not flirting, but that definitely wasn’t something that doctors say to their patients very often. His smirk was also giving you the idea that he had certain intentions.

“Everything seem good down’ere, so I think tha’ problem is with the guys y’gettin with, not you. What type of people do y’usually sleep with.”

“When I was sexually active, it was usually frat boys, so I guess I should’ve known I wasn’t the problem.” You let out a small laugh, Dr. Styles seems to have found it much more amusing, as his chuckle came from deep within his chest. A small movement came with the laugh, which also reminded you that his fingers were still very much inside of you.

“It seems y’need someone who knows his way around,” he cleared his throat, and you smiled as you realized what he was hinting at. “and y’my last paitent of the day, so m’more than happy t’help y’out.” He looked down at his feet shyly, and you found it adorable how he was nervous about what he was proposing. But you were on the verge of tears from how hard it was to hold back your physical response to his touches. Your body relaxed when the words came out of his mouth, and you let out the whine that had been building up in your throat.

“Yes-Harry, god yes.” It was the first time you were using his first name, but the smirk on his face showed his approval.

He quickly removed his fingers from your heat, and you whined again, this time in frustration. Losing contact left you feeling cold, but that feeling only lasted a fleeting moment, as soon as he was pushing his fingers into you again, this time bare.

“Y’already so wet love, what got y’this worked up hmm?”

“Y-you, Harry, I want you.” You tripped over your words, but they came out clear enough for him to understand because he began moving his fingers at the encouragement. His fingers began to pump in and out of you, and you knew he must have been right about not being with the right guys before, because the simple movements left you as putty in his hands. You barely got any pleasure from fingering in your other sexual encounters, but you were already a moaning mess underneath the man. He lifted his other hand, which had also had the glove on it removed, and placed the pad of his finger on your puffy clit. You mewled loudly and his smirk widened.

“Any o’those boys ever make y’feel this good darlin’?” You shook your head furiously, and he smiled, rubbing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You were already seeing stars, and you could feel an unfamiliar knot forming in your stomach. “Y’so pretty, did y’know tha’?”

You couldn’t muster up enough strength to respond to his second question, but the loud moan that you let out was enough of an answer for him. His movements sped up, fingers pumping in and out of you and his other thumb pressing circles on your button.

“Harry-”

“Think y’close darlin’? Ready t’come fo’ the first time?”

“Yes, yes..” Your voice trailed off when a guttural moan rumbled through your throat. Although you haven’t had one before, you were sure that he was about to bring you to an orgasm. There was a tight feeling in your stomach and you knew it was just about to burst.

“Fuck-”

The knot burst and your orgasm rolled through your body, reaching every nerve inside of you. The feeling was euphoric, and your senses were heightened as your body experienced this new feeling.

“Thas’ it, good girl,” he cooed, slowing his movements and removing his fingers from your now overly sensitive clit. He worked you through your orgasm until fully removing his fingers from you, and you let out a sigh as he did so. “Definitely not somethin’ wrong with ya’, I can tell y’that.”

He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture, your smile only faltering when he turned away to write something down. You took the opportunity to get up and change, quickly dressing while his back was turned.

He turned in his chair to face you once again, handing you a small piece of paper. You took it from between his fingers to see a phone number scribbled on it in black ink.

“Is Doctor Styles giving me his number?” You said it in a cheeky way, smirking back at him.

“Yes, and he’s telling you to text him when you get home. Doctor’s orders.”

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Kinktober Day 3: Bukkake

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Primarily Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader and Lucy Boynton x Fem!Reader + also Lucy Boynton x Rami Malek + Gwilym Lee + Joe Mazzello

Words: 4,881

Warnings: bukkake (obviously), oral sex (f receiving), 69ing, cumplay, vibrators, some overstimulation, degredation (being called a slut).

A/N: This is something of a sequel to The Dinner Party. As soon as I saw bukkake was an option for day 3 I knew I had to do something with the borhap boys and then I’m too much of a whore to leave out Lucy so here we are lmao.

The day after the dinner party was a mostly quiet one. Ben treated you to a massage which was very appreciated, and then spent the rest of the day showering you in affection, ignoring your protests that you should be thanking him since he’d helped you live one of your biggest fantasies. You spent a long while talking about it too, going over everything in more detail now that you were in a better headspace to think properly. You talked through the emotions the scene had brought up and how close it came to what you’d been imagining. Ben confided which parts he’d liked most and which parts had made him worried and how he’d come close to safe wording once, when Joe had been spanking you. But for the most part he’d enjoyed it as much as you had and you agreed that neither of you would be opposed to something similar happening again. Although you also agreed that if it was a one-off event that would be okay too.  

Everyone remained in London for some weeks though it was hard to organise a group hang out again. You did meet up with everyone individually – Rami and Lucy joined you when Ben bought tickets to the ballet, you met Joe for dinner and drinks, and played a round of golf with Gwil – but it was difficult to find a time you were all free again. And not for lack of trying. It just seemed as if half of you were always busy at any one time. Lucy kept pushing though, eager to see everyone again, and eventually the planets aligned. A meeting fell through here, a lunch was rescheduled there, and all of a sudden everyone was free. There was some back and forth in the group chat about where to meet but eventually it was decided that your place would serve best again. It felt as if everyone was being careful not to reference the last time they’d all come over. It had felt like that every time you’d seen any of them. The most anyone had said was that dinner had been nice and it was good to catch up. But neither you nor Ben were keen to be the ones that brought it up either. For one thing you didn’t want to seem as if you were fishing for compliments, but there was also the uncertainty about far they’d read into such a comment. But even with the slight awkwardness, neither of you had any complaints about hosting everyone again.  

There was a lot less to prepare this time around, just a small afternoon tea rather than a full dinner. Ben did a run to the store to pick up a few necessities like milk and bread and a bag of apples so you could whip up a simple teacake. You had a quick tidy-up but didn’t need to go to the same amount of effort you’d required to set up for the dinner party. You didn’t have to worry about moving the furniture around, or dressing provocatively, or digging out sex toys, or anything like that. And when everyone arrived you sat around the living room on whichever chairs were available with mugs of tea or coffee, chatting casually, and snacking on sandwiches and cake. Some wine and bottles of beer got opened but that was as raucous as the afternoon seemed likely to get. At least, until an hour or so in when there was a lull in the conversation.  

For a moment all the talk seemed to stop. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. The silence was perfectly tolerable if a little odd considering how many of you there were. You were just about to ask Gwil how the project he was working on was going when Lucy spoke up.  “So that dinner party was fun.” She said, her eyes flicking from you to Ben and back again.  There was a chorus of agreement from everyone else and you giggled, knowing they were all thinking about what it had felt like to fuck you. Ben slowly lowered his beer bottle without it having reached his lips fully and your heartbeat sped up, wondering if they’d have more to say.  “I just have one small regret about the night,”  “Oh?” You felt as if every cell in your body had frozen in anticipation, wondering what Lucy might have regrets about. Had she disliked something that had happened?  “Well,” Lucy took a sip of her wine as if to fortify herself a little, “I wish we’d made out more. We could have made a show of it for the boys.”  Your body had started to work again but at twice the speed, your stomach somersaulting at the suggestion. You tried to keep your voice level, “Y-yeah, that, um, that probably would have been fun.”  Ben’s head had whipped around to look at you and in your peripheral vision you saw Gwil and Rami exchange looks. The same thought was on everybody’s mind but they were waiting for you. Slowly you turned to look at Ben too, already able to see the excitement in his eyes, “What do you say Benny? You okay to watch Me and Luce?”  “Uh,” he cleared his throat and nodded, “Yeah I’d like that a lot.”  “Rami?” you asked, sure he’d already have talked it through with Lucy but wanting to give him a chance to voice any discomfort, “Do you mind if I kiss your girlfriend?”  He chuckled softly, “No, I don’t mind at all.”  “Okay,” you glanced again at Lucy who had eagerly watched the whole exchange, and then back to Ben who nodded at you and took charge of the situation.   “Right. Lads, help me move the furniture a bit so the girls have some room. Babe, go and get a couple of blankets or sheets or something so that we don’t end up with spunk in the carpet.”  You hopped up and hurried to the bedroom as everyone else began rearranging the furniture. Lucy followed you and, to your surprise, so did Ben. He grabbed the pillows from your bed, pulling their covers off so they could be replaced with fresh ones as you dug through the cupboard for some clean sheets.  “Right, what did you ladies have in mind?” he asked softly as you all busied yourselves.  “Well, I guess, maybe me and Lucy will make out-”  “More,” Lucy cut in, “Not just making out, I want to fuck you.”  You gulped, “Okay. Me and Lucy will fuck and you guys can all watch and jack off over us. How does that sound?”  Lucy nodded enthusiastically, “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”  Ben’s eyes flicked between you but he nodded, “That's what I assumed. Just to be clear though, nothing else?” “What did you have in mind?” Lucy asked slyly, “I’d be up for blowing you guys too if you wanted.” Ben laughed, though his cheeks flushed pink, “I wasn’t suggesting anything. In fact, I was going to say it’s probably safer if we put a no touch rule in place. I mean if you want things to be more like last time, obviously I’d be into that and I know Y/N would be too.” You nodded agreement. “But this is very spur of the moment, and a lot of planning went into last time. I’d at least want to talk to Rami about offering any, well,” “Any of our holes?” You suggested, making Ben flush more. “Yes, that.” He said with a small laugh, “It’s probably better if it’s a look but don’t touch situation. Unless you had other ideas.” “No, that makes sense,” Lucy said, “I did talk with Rami about it already but the idea of me being shared around wasn’t brought up, it was just about everyone watching me and Y/N.” “Then I think it’s for the best if we stick with that.” “Yeah, whatever you guys are most comfortable with,” Lucy said, “As long as I still get to play with Y/N’s cunt.” Ben smiled at having such a statement addressed to him, but he could see your excitement at the idea and was happy to agree on your behalf.   “Right well, I’m going to go make sure Rami knows whats going on. Why don’t you two go and get these sheets spread out, make it comfy for yourselves, and then I’ll go over the rules so everyone hears them and we can get started.”  You pulled Ben into a quick kiss, “Thanks babe. Love you.”  “Go on, go set up.” He laughed, handing Lucy the newly covered pillows, “Who knew we had two sluts in the group.”

By the time you returned to the main room it looked quite different. The coffee table had been shifted aside, butting up against a wall out of the way. The couch, arm chair and a few spare seats from around the dining table had been rearranged too, creating something of a circle. Ben pulled Rami aside and you were momentarily distracted watching them chat, until Lucy threw a pillow at your head to get your attention. Laughing again, a little giddy with excitement, you helped her spread out the sheets, laying the pillows in the centre. She observed what you’d created with her hands on her hips.  “There, that should do. How you feel about toys? Got a double ended dildo we could use?”  “Ummm, nothing like that. Theres a regular dildo though and a vibrator. Plus y’know, cuffs and paddles and that.”  Lucy shook her head, “What about that one with the remote we used on you last time?”  “Yeah, I’ve still got that. What are you thinking?”  “I’m thinking the boys could control it. And maybe grab the other vibe too?”  You agreed and hurried back to the bedroom as Ben gathered everyone’s attention to explain the rules of the evening.   “So Lucy and Y/N have graciously offered to be tonight's entertainment but there’s to be no touching involved. You are allowed to talk to them, give them suggestions, make comments about them, call them derogatory names – the same sort of thing as last time. And, of course, you’re encouraged to enjoy yourselves fully and have a cheeky wank while watching them. As long as you keep your hands to yourself. Um, what else,” Ben paused as he watched you re-join Lucy in the middle of the circle, “There is lube, if you’d like to use it. And if you are going to cum, try to aim for the girls or at least the sheets and not our furniture or carpet. Of course you can also-”  You stopped listening as Lucy tugged you down to the floor, situating herself above you so she was straddling your waist. She grabbed your wrists as you reached out to touch her, pushing them over your head and pinning them against the floor as she leaned down to kiss you.  You couldn’t help but arch into her, Ben’s voice calling you a slut still ringing in your ears, as you tried to deepen the kiss. 

Ben had long stopped talking, all four of the guys completely focused on you and Lucy. You were vaguely aware of the sounds of them getting comfortable as Lucy let your wrists go. She sat up straighter and drew her dress over her head, revealing the matching bra and panties she wore.   “Came prepared?” you asked which just made her laugh. “Now you,” she said, shuffling back so she could strip you too. You hadn’t put in as much effort with your underwear, not having expected to show it off for anyone other than Ben, but someone still let out a long low whistle of appreciation. Lucy giggled as she resettled herself on your hips and leaned down to kiss you again, distracting you as her hand reached for the vibrator.  You jolted as she pressed it against your clothed clit, holding it there until you let out a soft hum of pleasure. And then, just as soon as it had started it stopped. Lucy sat up again and looked around at the entranced men, all of whom seemed to be a little dazed.  “Well c’mon boys. We wanna see your cocks.”  There was a sharp intake of breath and then you heard zips lowering as each of them complied with Lucy’s request.   She just grinned at you. 

You had enough time to glance around and see Ben in one chair, slowly stroking his semi-hard dick, before Lucy surprised you with the vibrator again. She held it against you, turning up the speed of the vibrations and using the tip to draw circles over your clit as you squirmed underneath her. Rocking forward Lucy let out her own soft hum of pleasure as she rubbed herself against the vibrator too. From somewhere above you came a soft groan from one of the boys, though it was hard to tell who exactly when Lucy was once again adjusting the speed of the toy. She turned it up a notch, the buzzing getting louder as the speed increased, and held it firmly in place. Her other hand rested against your thigh so her back was arched slightly as she rocked against the toy, both of you keening and moaning softly as it drew you towards the edge. You came first, mouth falling open as you shuddered with the orgasm, but Lucy kept the vibrator in place until she’d reached her peak too. She didn’t take much longer than you did but it was long enough to have you whining as the pleasure teetered on the edge of pain. You felt nearly breathless as she shut it off and put it aside.

Looking up at your captive audience, Lucy asked, “What would you fellers like to see me do to the slut next?” It was quiet for a bit. You waited, still trying to catch your breath, to see if anyone would comment on your fate. After a moment Joe spoke up, “I think you shouldn’t throw stones in glass houses Luce. You’re as much of a slut as Y/N.” Lucy laughed, “Fair point. So then what would you like to watch two sluts do?” Joe didn’t even pause, “I think you should 69.” “That does sound fun,” Lucy said, already reaching for your knickers, “Someone unclasp my bra for me?” You let her work your underpants down your legs, watching as Joe happily stood up to help Lucy with her bra. She shucked it off and stood to remove her panties which gave you time to rid yourself of your own bra, leaving you both naked. The next thing you knew as you settled back against the pillow, was Lucy lowering herself over your lips and the salty sweet tang on your tongue as you licked along her wet slit. She hummed in response, and rocked against you, cooing about how good you were and how you were going to make her cum again, encouraging you to delve deeper and taste more of her. “I said 69 Luce,” Came Joe’s voice and then she lowered her head to your pussy too, her breath warm as she lightly licked along your lips.

Knowing that there were so many eyes on you was definitely a turn on, especially when you could hear the boys. They made comments about you and Lucy, calling you good sluts for keeping them entertained, grunting about how hot it was to watch as they stroked themselves. And then there was the sound of their strokes too, hands on skin, occasionally assisted by the wet of lube or spit. You could hear their hisses and hitched breaths mixed in with Lucy’s own sounds as she spread your lips with her fingers and lapped up your juices. The only problem was that Lucy’s ministrations were too light. Her tongue and lips felt nice as she traced them along your slit and flicked against your clit, but you wished she’d be a little firmer or faster. To compensate, or maybe in an attempt to demonstrate what you wanted, you sucked harder, pressed your tongue more firmly to her cunt. Which just made her climax sooner. She moaned when she hit her release, still bent over you but breaking contact so you were left wishing she’d just keep going. She rode out her orgasm on your face and then sighed with satisfaction as she crawled off you. “Lucy,” you pouted, wiping your mouth, “I didn’t finish.” She clicked her tongue and mockingly pouted back as she knelt between your legs, “Boo hoo.” Her fingers lightly traced along your lower stomach, making you shiver, “You already came once, isn’t that enough.” “I’d prefer more.” She let her hand trail lower, down to your clit, “Hmm, my mistake.” And then all of a sudden she was pressing two of her fingers into you, making you gasp. With her free hand she spread your lips open, offering the others a clear view of her fingers disappearing into your hole, all the while teasing you for being so wet and so desperate for more. You moaned as she adjusted her pace, speeding up, fucking you hard and fast with her two digits, but it wasn’t enough to get you close to orgasm. “Please,” you whined after a little while, but Lucy only laughed, continuing to finger you in the same way for a few more strokes before suddenly pulling out.

Before you could so much as open your mouth to swear, Lucy was pushing something new into you. Your voice cracked with your moan as she turned the egg on, the vibrations hitting all the spots Lucy hadn’t hit before. You were aware of Lucy kneeling over you as you writhed on the floor, unable to escape the constant stimulation. But, as you drew closer to the edge, it became harder and harder to take in what was happening around you. You were vaguely aware of one of the boys groaning but otherwise you were completely oblivious to the rest of the group, entirely consumed by your cunt and the release you’d so craved washing over you. Even when Gwil stood up aimed his cock at you, rapidly jerking himself until his semen painted your stomach, you barely had any clue it was happening. No one had stopped the egg, no one had slowed it. You gasped Lucy’s name, trying to tell her it was becoming too much but she didn’t answer. It wasn’t her fault though. You were too distracted to notice that Joe had gripped Lucy’s hair and pulled her around to face him. As you clutched at the sheets and wailed to god, Joe was groaning through his own orgasm, one hand holding Lucy in place so that not a drop missed her face. You only became aware that Lucy no longer had the controls when Ben shoved her down and told her to suck on your tits. Whoever had taken the controller from her, or picked it up when she dropped it, was kind enough to slow the vibrations to a less consistent pattern but they didn’t turn it off. Instead you experienced brief moments of piece between the harsh seconds of high intensity vibrations. And on top of that your nipple was enveloped by the warm wet of Lucy’s mouth. Joe’s cum spread from her cheeks and lips to your skin as she mouthed and kissed at every inch of your breasts. It must have made for a nice show because before long Ben was splattering his seed over Lucy’s back as Rami sprayed cum over your neck and into your mouth as you opened it to scream through another orgasm.

When the egg did stop, you were panting for air. Lucy was on her knees again, facing away from you and giggling as she drew her fingers across her cheek and licked them clean, clearly putting on a show for the boys. “You guys really must like seeing us be so slutty,” she laughed and you saw Ben and Gwil nod in unison. Gwil was already hard again, slowly stroking himself once more though Ben clearly needed some more time to recover. Sitting up, you glanced around and saw Rami watching you as Joe examined the controls of the egg. An idea had already formed as to how to get some revenge upon Lucy and so you held your finger to your lips before either Rami or Joe could give you away. Joe winked and Rami broke into a smile as you reached out for the discarded vibrator and quietly shuffled towards Lucy, her back still marked with Ben’s cum. Of course, both Ben and Gwil spotted you creeping up but they held their silence, Gwil telling Lucy to open her legs a little wider as if it would help get him off again. She obliged, her focus entirely on his weeping cock as she absentmindedly touched her pussy. “I know I’m not allowed to touch you,” Gwil said, “but I think it would be alright if you helped me out, don’t you?” “I suppose that would be okay,” Lucy said, hesitating for half a second before drawing her wet hand away from herself and reaching up to grasp Gwil’s cock. It gave you the perfect opportunity to close the distance between you and to press the tip of the vibrator against her hole,quickly pushing it in as you turned it on. It didn’t come up against much resistance, wet as she was. “What the f-oh!” She gasped as you thrust the buzzing toy in and out of her, adjusting the angle until her legs tensed and she moaned. And then you held it there as she dropped her hand and tried to bat you away. You tutted in her ear and told her you were just repaying her for what she’d done to you, beginning to properly fuck her with the toy, keeping it angled to hit whatever spot you’d located that she clearly enjoyed. The sight of you pumping the vibrator into Lucy’s pussy as you reached around to palm at her breasts obviously worked for Ben, his cock getting stiffer before your eyes. You heard Joe and Rami move towards you as well, though you couldn’t see how eagerly they watched as Lucy cried out and came. You felt very pleased with yourself for about a second before the egg jolted to life inside you again and you matched Lucy’s cry with your own, your hand slipping from the end of the vibrator. It stayed inside Lucy for a little longer, her cunt clenching so hard that it kept the toy in place, but before long it had slipped from her, still buzzing where it lay on the sheets. Joe still held the controls for the egg and adjusted them constantly, making the egg buzz higher and lower and stop and start so that you were barely feeling it beyond brief bursts of pain tinged pleasure. “Fuck that was hot,” Gwil grunted, his thumb spreading precum over his tip and down his length, “Both of you sluts looks at me.” You dragged your eyes up to his cock, watching how his fist sped up as he got closer and closer and then finally came again, making sure to hit you and Lucy’s chests.

There was a cheer as you felt yourself be manhandled into facing Lucy. She winked at you and bent forward to lick the cum from your tits, keeping it on her tongue so that when she kissed you, you could taste it. It mingled with her saliva and yours, streaked over your lips as Lucy deepened the kiss, making sure her tongue met yours so she could share every drop. What sperm had newly been spread over Lucy’s chest soon smeared across yours as she pulled your in close, your nipples brushing as you got drunk on her kiss. You were still feeling buzzes from the egg inside you though you doubted Joe still had the controller since the pattern was no longer as random. However, Lucy had no toy shoved inside her cunt to keep her on edge. Instead she manoeuvred so that her pussy pressed against your thigh, leaving a wet trail where she dragged it over your skin. You automatically lay a hand on Lucy’s back to hold you steady, inadvertently spreading the cum that had been left over her. That did it for Ben who grunted as he dripped more cum over you and Lucy as you made out. “Go on Luce, pin the whore and grind your cunts together.” Rami suggested, clearly enjoying seeing his girlfriend on top of someone else. She didn’t need to be asked twice, gladly pressing you to the sheet again and climbing on top. All you could do was whine at the inconsistent vibrations within you, looking up as Lucy pressed her pussy against yours, their slick mixing as she gyrated her hips. And then you felt it. Lucy had reached for the still on vibrator that had fallen from her. She pressed it between you and at the same moment, whoever now held the controller for the egg vibrator turned it up so that you felt the buzzing from inside and out. You screamed at the combination of sensations, pinned under Lucy and unable to escape. Lucy was moaning too, getting off on you. And you felt a sticky kind of wetness as Rami’s orgasm landed on your mound. Lucy used her fingers to spread it across her pussy and then continued to grind against you, the white of his release adding to the creamy wetness that already existed from both your cunts. You were the next to cum, unable to hold off as the egg got louder and faster. And then Joe who didn’t seem too fussed about aiming for either of you. His cum spilt onto the sheets around you but neither of you noticed. You were too busy whining as you once again became overstimulated and Lucy was entirely distracted by her quest for a final orgasm. By the time she reached it you were nearly crying, but thankfully she shook with her well earned climax and then slipped from you to lay on the floor.

Ben had already zipped himself away and was quick to catch the vibrator and turn it off as whoever had the controls mercifully switched yours off as well. You hissed when you tried to move, the egg still rubbing the sensitive spot but Ben hushed you and gently removed it from your pulsing pussy. “Joe, Gwil. D’you guys want to get everyone some water?” He asked, though it wasn’t really a question. They agreed and you heard their footsteps disappear through the doorway. Once they’d gone, Rami helped Lucy up as Ben helped you, leaning in to kiss your forehead softly. “Are you both okay?” Rami asked, concern written in his features. Lucy said yes as you nodded and, satisfied, they assisted you towards the bathroom, letting you each lean against them as you walked slowly. Ben tried to insist on helping you clean up but you told him it was fine and shut the door so that you and Lucy could run some warm water and clear away the evidence of your debauchery. Lucy laughed, seeming less worn by the second, as you scrubbed her back clean with a flannel, “That was a lot of fun.” “Yeah it was. Really glad you suggested it.” “Good. I was a little worried you wouldn't go for it after last time.” “Are you kidding? Me and Ben were both kind of wondering if anyone would want to do something like that again. But we didn’t want to just ask for it in case it seemed like that was the only reason we’d want to hang out.” “Think it’s safe to say everyone would be on board if you ever suggested a dinner party again.” You laughed too, “Yeah, I think you’re right.

Rami knocked on the door as you were washing yourselves so he could return your clothes to you and by the time you were both redressed the living room was almost back to normal. The chairs were still rearranged but no one seemed too bothered by it. When the boys realised you and Lucy were coming back, a round of applause broke out. You laughed, a little embarrassed, but gave a bow as if you were completing a performance, Lucy joining in beside you. She made her way to the couch where Rami sat, curling up and laying her head in his lap as she finally relaxed. You found Ben, sure you weren’t going to have the same emotional reaction you’d had to the events of the dinner party but wanting to be near him just in case. He was in an arm chair so you climbed onto his lap, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around you. You felt tired and a little sore but very very satisfied and your heart was nearly bursting with how lucky you were to know such a wonderful group of people. Ben’s hand was warm and heavy where it rested on your side but you didn’t mind. It was comforting. As was the gentle rumble of his chest as he spoke, laughing with Joe about something as if there hadn’t been an interruption

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cannibal-witchh · 3 years

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Reader(Fem) X Alcina Dimitrescu

(PART 1)

Written by cannibal_witchh

⛓Trigger Warning⛓

Story contains: Gore, sexual elements, vulgar language, violence, elements of sub/dom behavior, and captivity.

Notes:

I am not the most confident writer so bare with me if theres some flaws floating around the story. I also have very minimal general knowledge to Alcina right now due just demos only being out. Please, be considerate that there's only so much information released on her so most of what I'm writing is not canon. Let's keep it positive and real, we all are thirsting after Lady D so here's a a fanfiction. Also couldn't condense it in one story so going to make this adleast a two or three parter.

It can get confusing with a lot of female characters so the reader is of course:

Y/N - your name

Her/she- i wanted to refer to the female reader in italics and bold

Y/L/N- your last name

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Thunder echoed along the well decorated corridor walls . Hints of lightning occasionally flashed between fluttering curtains. Beyond the curtains was an open window, below that was a critical drop into snow and shards of large rocks. That was definitely not worth risking. Y/N had been held in captivity for what felt like a legitimate eternity. Confinded to a small well kempt room, it seemed as though it had once been a guest room according to the furnishing. All the basic necessities of a bedroom were present here. The fabrics that dressed the bed were of a fine quality, and the boards that held all of it up were of incredible carpentry. Gentle embers flickered from the candlewicks that rose tall on the golden girandoles. Despite captivity the room was comfortable, it was illuminated with warm colors, although still dim and feint.

The door swung open, a black swarm of insects swirled infront of the door as it begun to quickly form a figure. It revealed a small vampiric woman, hooded with golden locks peaking from under it. She flashed her teeth with an enthusiastic smile, as she revealed blood stained teeth, lips, as well as her chin. " Oh, goody! You are awake. I always feel bad feeding when someone is asleep.", She shut the door as she advanced closer to Y/N. Adrenaline began to flood through her veins, hair on her body standing up, and her palms perspiring. She was covered in scabbed bite marks, and bruises - it didn't take long for her to recall the abrupt painful puncture of teeth break through her skin. The old bites began to twitch with pain at the idea a new addition would be welcomed. " I just prefer blood thats been in shock, y'know, awake? It gives it a nice acidic flavor, plus,", she towered over Y/N breathing in her aroma. " It smells wonderful.", she giggled in soft whispers. "Enough.", Y/N demanded as she attempted to cease her trembling. Her body was returning to anxiety because it was clear what was about to happen. A feeding. The vampire didn't seem to express offense, strangely her face bore amusement. "Oh ok, how about this!", she excitedly brought out her sickle and swung at her. With one swift swing the sickle hooked right under her knee cap. A shriek was released from Y/N's lips, agonizing pain radiating everywhere, and blood began to river out from the site. The vampire dragged her with the sickle through the corridor as everything seemed like a blurr from the shock. Hallways seemed like a stretched out haze, and noises seemed to be loud echoes one would hear in a juvenile cafeteria. "Whe-where are you taking me...?", she barely mustered as she felt the sickle dig through muscle and actually brush against the back of her knee cap. Fuck. The sickle was released quickly from her skin as she heard the sound of blood fly onto the ground. That abrupt removal felt worse for minutes compared to the weapon actually being present in Y/N's knee. The monstrous woman lifted the sickle to her crimson stained lips, inhaling the aroma deep, and then proceeding to lick the sickle of the blood it had collected. Sounds of ecstasy escaped her satin black lips, her eyes darted over at Y/N as she felt like she was on the verge of fainting from shock. " I love blood that has some acidicity to it. It gives it a nice kick. You know how that works? For example, your blood could still have more of that taste. One who is in a flight or fright scenario, where they are in absolute fear and adrenaline kicks in...thats when the meat and blood have a sour flavor. Mmm, thats why we are going to play a game." , she licked her lips as her eyes flickered with hunger and passion. Y/N groaned in pain as she felt her body gasp from the fevered pain beating in her knee. " I propose we play hide and go seek! You already know who's hiding. I will give you to the count of 100." , her eyes shimmered from this fucked up idea, she quickly turned her back and covered her eyes. Slowly the sickle in her hand vanished within dark smoke, damn it, Y/N within fading in and out had thought perhaps of stealing that and killing her there. Not anymore. She rose up with wobbling knees, just like a new born dear barely capable of using its legs, she began to hobble as fast as she could away.

"Oh, and I can smell your blood. So hide well, Y/L/N."

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Y/N consistently looked back, watching if the vampire had cheated the game. She was indeed honoring the game, that was adleast something about this blonde one she liked. She seemed to honor things she said, " 89...70...", her voice echoed loudly through the halls. The numbers lowering as Y/N felt her adrenaline spike even higher.

Y/N managed to find a door unlocked in a different wing of the manor. She adleast went through 10 locked doors before fleeing to another location of the manor. With pure luck, she discovered this door, it was unlocked and she took her gamble and entered quietly. With trembling gore soiled hands, she locked the door, and sunk to the ground. Very little energy existed in her, she anticipated for dear life the blonde vampire wouldn't smell her here.

The sound of gentle humming danced along the walls of this room, very melodic, sad, and eerie. Lonely, perhaps. With Y/N's quick realization, this resembled a garden bath house. The windows stretched tall in this room, revealing bleeding light from the full moon, there were plants of vibrant emeralds surrounding the large mass of water that centered the room. The water was decorated with rose petals and red spider lilies. The room was architecturally structured with several stones of marble, and looked almost like a Greek bath house . Gentle sounds of rushing water followed between stones which flowed into the big pool of water. Little ripples scattered across the water causing the red flowers to bob up and down.

The humming persisted as Y/N felt her heart drop, she quickly scurried to the nearest marble pillar to conceal herself. The humming was growing louder and louder, could it be the hungry vampire? She wasn't certain if it was worse but it certainly felt like it, Lady Dimitrescu emerged from the shadows of the room, and strided to the water. She was only wrapped in the finest silk, a tight sheer white robe that hugged tightly against her hips. She definitely had a full figure, the robe delivered a silhouette of her motherly figure. It certainly complimented, the low cut of the robe teased her deep cleavage, the sheer silk revealed faint color and the shape of her puffy areolas. Even in the predicament Y/N was in, it was still hard not to appreciate Alcina's physical beauty.

Alcina continued her melodic hum for a few more moments as she admired the undulations of the floral water. " Y/N Y/L/N, you believe me to be foolish?", she broke from her tune as her eyes looked directly at Y/N. She gulped hard as she submitted to the acceptance Alcina would more than likely kill her. She continued to lay her back against the cold pillar, one hand applying pressure to her bleeding knee, the other containing the fear that was trying to escape her lips. " I could smell that delicious blood from here.", she chucked lightly, "Come here, now.", she demanded with her arms crossing. Y/N did not obey the command, she remained quiet behind the pillar. For minutes it consisted of painful sharp silence, only the sound of her terrified heart beats could be heard. Her ears burned and rung, it desperately needed the assurance Alcina was still idle. Did Y/N dare look beyond the pillar? She peeked over and Alcina was no where to be found. Consternation filled her as there wasn't even a trace of evidence to signify the direction Alcina went. Unexpectedly, Y/N felt a hard blow and collapsed on her side. Her hands releasing themselves, and a gasp of air evacuated her mouth. " Oh, I see. ", Alcina had kicked her, her foot pressed hard against her side. Her smooth leg exposed, tracing all the way to her innermost thigh. Her skin looked smooth like porcelain, but certainly felt the weight of heavy boulders as it rested on her. Y/N groaned in pain as she felt her foot dig deep into her. "Bleeding out on my perfect floors. Oh, what a mess. Although, it does certainly smells of of tart berries, yes, what a wonderful aroma.", Alcina breathed in the cold air, inhaling hints of Y/N's blood. She moaned in intoxication to the alluring smell of fresh blood. Alcina removed her foot from Y/N, she gasped for air in relief, and tried to attempt to sit up. Alcina quickly lunged forward without even a blink, and her long hand wrapped around Y/N's throat. "No, I don't think so.", Alcina smirked as her hand squeezed around her throat. She fell onto her back, the large vampress towering over, her large hand pressing into her throat.She was capable of breathing but it was incredibly taxing especially with the critical condition she was in. Desperate wheezing filled the air, it burned and stung inside of Y/N's throat. Alcina stared into her eyes, a long red smile stretched upon her pale white face. "Hmm, this is quite boring already. I am quite famished too.", she released her grip, ascended and brought her arms to her bosom to cross them. Y/N began to violently cough and gag as proper air flow returned to her lungs. After several minutes of constant heaving, she finally managed to collect herself. "Come.", Alcina ordered as she turned on the balls of her feet and waltzed to the bath. Y/N submitted, too exhausted to resist any longer. She barely could stand but managed, she approached Alcina with her eyes fixed on her every move. " My little one lacks control. Just as I would suspect with her age. If she doesn't stop stabbing you, you'll die. And I really have grown addicted to your flavor as well. I really would hate for you to bleed out one day because of her reckless actions.", she expressed with a sigh of annoyance. Suddenly, a knock interrupted her rambling, " Lady Dimitrescu,", it was the blonde vampire. Alcina let out another sigh in annoyance. "Yes?", she responded with a disinterested tone, as she crossed her arms a little more snug. Revealing a distracting amount of cleavage being pressed together. " Is Y/N in there?", she sniffed loudly as she strived to rattle the door knob open. " Yes, but I require her. I will discuss with you later some important matters. For the mean time, please do not disturb me and I'll return to you soon.", Alcina said sternly as her fingers drummed the top of her arms impatiently. "Yes, Lady Dimitrescu. ", the blonde vampire responded with pure disappointment in her tone.

"Now, where were we? Oh, yes. I've decided you will become my little feeding pet. My daughters do not know how to handle food without killing it. So you are now only mine. Clear?", she lowered herself and grabbed Y/N by the face. Turning her face side to side to examine the condition she was in. Y/N nodded to the best of her abilities, and quickly, Alcina released her. "Good. I'm glad you are willing. I want you to undress now." Embarassment flooded Y/N's mind, her cheeks buzzing with warmth. Why would she even demand that? " I intend on drinking the blood thats already spilling out of you. But I won't drink it while its been dragged around by a rusty sickle and pressed against the dirty floor.", her refined side was definitely exposed. She was different from her daughters, she wanted her meals much more virtuous. " Oh, now, now. I will even join you. They say when two are bathing they are equals.", she added as she disrobed herself. Gently she slide the robe off her shoulders and down her large breasts, as the robe began to flutter down to the marble. Her naked body exposed, and remarkable. Her large breasts sitting perky, her puffy areolas a light grey, and her waist down was incredibly curvy. Absolutely, a full figured silhouette. She dipped her feet in and followed by submerging her body into the bathwater. She let out a sound of relaxation as she smirked and beckoned Y/N. "Come, now."

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To be continued...

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nahoyaglock · 3 years

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↬ KARASUNO AS COUPLE PICS! + headcanons

karasuno x gn!reader, headcanons, fluff

A/N! im so sorry that this is so long hhh + reblogs are appreciated and feedback is too :D i also did not read this over so im sorry if it sucks and theres errors

Daichi

Daichi would walk home with you since you lived nearby him

and since it was the weekend he thought he would hang out with you at your place

you two would stop at a nearby convince store, spliting up and searching the aisles for some ramen and chips

you ran over to the chips aisle after grabbing the ramen and saw daichi grabbing multiple bags

he shot you a big smile and you just scoffed and playfully kicked his shin

"we dont need that many bags daichi!"

"of course we do babe"

you left with 4 bowls of instant ramen and 7 different bags of chips

Sugawara

sugawara had planned this for a whole week

his sweet s/o had a hard week? prepare for some clingy bf sugawara and to be spoiled

he picked you up at 4pm to let you sleep in from staying up studying all night friday

once you arrived at the lake nearby his place, you saw the little picnic blanket

he had brought out a little speaker, playing some soft, relaxing tunes

you guys ate and talked, and even just watched the trees blow in the wind

you would hear a song you like, and you would pull sugawara to his feet to dance to the song

he would twirl you and at the end of the song he would dip you, kissing you softly

"thank you so much suga"

"anything for my sugar~"

Asahi

you were a very reckless person, and asahi loved that about you

he would always be by your side for all your adventures, but one day you decided to settle down

you invited asahi over to your small home, your parents out for the day

your small radio played some old tunes as asahi laid on your bed watching you tend to your plants or ramble on as you always did

you cuddled with him a for a few hours until you saw the orange rays come in through your window

"asahi! asahi watch the sunset with me!"

you shot out of bed and pulled your large boyfriend after you

you opened your window and sat on the window sill, swinging your legs around to the other side

being on a second floor, you started asahi

"Hey, be careful"

"get your big ass over here!"

he followed after you, sitting next to you and wrapped an arm around you as the two of you watched the sun set

Tanaka

fools. you are a pair of reckless fools

tanaka had proposed the idea of a late night hang out

you being just as wild you agreed, and thats how you found yourself with tanaka running around at night, nearly 1am

on your adventure, you found a shopping cart knocked onto its side, you and tanakas eyes meeting with a devious smirk

next thing you knew, tanaka had turned on his speaker and shuffled his spotify playlist as you climbed into the cart

"awe, i wanted you to push me!"

"slow poke! now push!"

he pushed you, running while you two shouted and laughed into the night, doja cat and NIKI playing on his speaker

i just know this mans is a doja cat fan

Nishinoya

nishinoya was a very energetic and fun person, and you were as well, but you just weren't as reckless

as you two walked down the road to your house, nishinoya rambled on and on about practice and his day

you didnt mind, being way less talkative than him, you liked to listen to him

he suddenly jumped into the air, a big happy and excited smile on his face as you could practically see a light buld above his head

"can we take a picture?"

"whats the catch?"

"okay okay, what if we do a handstand!"

you giggled at his request and he looked at you with hopeful eyes

"yes, but if i get hurt your gonna give me a piggy back!"

he sets up his camera against his school bag and sets the timer, running back to where you were

"okay okay, GO!"

you both did a handstand and held it until the timer went off and his phone clicked

Hinata

hinata loved going anywhere with you, as long as you were by his side he was already having so much fun

one day you asked him if he wanted to go to the beach, and he practically shouted in excitement

the next day, saturday, you two left in the morning to take a bus to the nearest beach, and hinata brought his bike

when you guys arrived he walked around with his bike as you ran around slightly ahead oh him in the sad

hinata had to watch over his bike so we couldn't run around with you, but then he got an idea

"hey, do you wanna go on a ride along the shore?"

"OH. MY. GOD. YES!!"

he hopped into his bike and you climbed onto the back, and you two ride along the shore at a decently quick pace

the air in your face made you feel free and you lifted your arms up, closing your eyes as you let the air hit you

hinata would take a quick glance back, but it was just long enough to see the beautiful look on your face that made him smile

Tsukishima

even though tsukishima was cold to everyone else, he was slightly less cold towards you, and hed never admit it but you made him soft

i hc tsukishima secretly being a soft boy who enjoys relaxing and reading in his alone time, sometimes even with you

one day you come over to surprise your boyfriend, his brother opening the door for you as you greeted him and his mother.

you made your way to his room and turned the door nob

"oh tsukki!"

you opened the door and saw your boyfriend laying in a pair of yellow and black plaid pajama pants and a navy green sweater, reading as some music played on his speaker

he groaned and closed his book as you walked over to his bed and jumped into his arm

"you had to come over today? you didnt even tell me."

"i like seeing tsukishima kei in his natural habitat"

you pulled a book out of your bag, one that you and tsukishima read together often and he pulled you into his lap and opened to where you had last read

the orange rays of the sun filled his room as you two read the book, soon falling asleep in each others presence

Kageyama

constantly everyday, this boy was trying to find a way to let you into his life or show his appreciation with more than just holding your hand

one day you guys were chilling on the grass infront of his home, his mothers music playing through the living room window, loud enough for you to hear

the sun was starting to set and a slightly blue hue painted the surroundings

"hey, do you dance?"

you were a bit shocked by that question since you were usually the one to ask random questions like that

"im not that good at it but sure, why?"

kageyama stood up and held out his hand

"may i have this dance?"

you laughed at his question and took his hand, pulling yourself up

"yes you may~"

kageyamas hand rested on your hip, your hand on his shoulder and your other hands were connected at your sides

you guys slow danced, mimicking a waltz, stepping on each others shoes occasionally

kageyamas cheeks were red the whole time as he twirled you and connected his hands with both of yours

he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and you stared up in awe as your boyfriend shot a wide smile at you, one that you havent seen before

"y-your smiling!"

"w-what?"

"what did you do to kageyama!"

"i am kageyama!"

Yamaguchi

you and yamaguchi loved to be together, bestfriends and lovers, tsukishima falling victim to third wheeling, not as if he cared much tho

yamaguchi loves flowers almost as much as you do, so when he found this small flower field a few miles past his house he knew he had to take you there

you and yamaguchi walked hand snd hand to this "surprise" place he wanted you to see

when you were close, he covered your eyes and led you past the trees and rocks, placing you in the middle of the large flower field

"ready annnnndd.. open!"

you opened your eyes and froze in awe at the colorful flowers that dotted the field

you turned to your boyfriend and wrapped your arms around his neck, tackling him to the floor

"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TADASHI!"

he winced softly as you whispered apologized and peppered his cheek in kisses and he just laughed

"I love you too y/n"

he turned to his side and plucked a daisy, smiling softly as he turned back to face you

he pushed some hair back behind your ear and placed the flower behind your ear, smiling widely as his cheeks turned a slight shade of pink

"i think you're the prettiest flower in the WHOOOOLE world!"

he placed soft kisses to your lips as you laid in the middle of the flower field

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goalofthecentury · 3 years

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spent the past month compiling a bunch of thoughts about the captain as a character and now 2,500 words and many hours later here they are as an essay!! its a lot of text so i tried to break it up enough to be readable and theres a few authors notes in italics, but apart from that its pretty self explanatory. the quotes in blue are from an article i’ll link in a reblog which is worth reading as well, if you haven’t already. shoutout to @wastelanddais for proofreading this and generally for going insane with me over the tiniest things (and obviously. major spoilers for all of series 2 lol)

right off the bat i just want to establish something; i don’t think that the Captain is aware of his sexuality as a “point of contention”. he probably knows there is something different about him, but that’s the extent of it - this is why he doesn’t (really) react when Alison tells them it’s a gay wedding, and it’s what drives most of the plot of s2ep3 (although i’ll get into this more later). i appreciate that there’s arguments to be made both ways here but i think if he Knew, he wouldn’t make any of the comments that other people end up picking up on. he wouldn’t say anything at all.

on conflict as a key part of comedy; “you can’t have comedy without conflict... what is the biggest conflict for a character like that, of that time and generation?... that would be to have him fighting with something that’s so important in his makeup as a person and that he, in his time, wouldn’t have known how to deal with.”

for the Captain, his identity is formed from two opposing concepts (WWII era patriotism and “non-conformity”) which have almost fused together. his identity strongly revolves around the war and his status as a high ranking army official, and he has little to no sense of self outside this. for example; the “guerrilla war” against Mike and Alison in s1ep2, his constant use of military time, “the war is over!” “is it?!” (a/n yeowch!), and referring to everything as an “occupation”. while all of this is used for (comedic) effect in setting up his character, it also demonstrates to us as the audience that he is unwilling to let go of his military past, perhaps for fear of losing a fundamental personality trait. however, all of this is contrasted with the aforementioned “non-conformity”, and often the latter is not without the former. the only way he knows how to express his identity revolves around the war, and we see this a few times (the very first time the Captain’s sexuality is referenced is with the line “he’d make a very fine soldier” in s1ep1). for him, the struggle is to express one without the other, or to separate the two concepts at all.

redding weddy (s2ep3) directly revolves around the Captain’s inability to separate these parts of his identity, and the obvious complications with this concept are explored in relation to both the past and the present, both with regards to his relationship with Havers, and to the (unforeseen) impact it has in the present.

on Operation William; for the Captain, the operation is a representation of his relationship with Havers. they are the only people who know about it, and whether or not it actually carried any weight for either of them it absolutely represented whatever personal relationship they may have had (outside of official army ranks) to the Captain. so for him, the plans carry a certain emotional weight because (even if he isn’t aware of it on this level), they are a part of his relationship with Havers, and therefore burying the bomb along with the plans following the french surrender is losing a reminder of their relationship. this is made worse by Havers leaving at the same time; this relationship is all but lost in one day, which is why there is so much emotional weight in the scene where he buries these plans. in the present, the Captain is reluctant for Mike and Alison to dig the garden up not solely because of the bomb, but also because he knows that in doing this, the plans (and therefore any physical ties to Havers) will be destroyed. while in theory he could straight up tell Alison there was a bomb buried, that would likely involve the plans also being dug up and taken with the bomb, which for the Captain would still be losing them as if they had been destroyed. the conclusion here is an actual explosion, with the Captain’s inability to deal with repressed emotions as a catalyst. it’s also worth noting the double entendre of “you must take that emotion, and you must bury it. never let it out.”, which is clearly indicating that the plans were the closest thing to a physical representation of their relationship he had, and that burying them was a form of “closure”. the concept of burying emotions is used as a metaphor throughout this episode and is even foreshadowed by the wedding planner (“there’s rough around the edges, and then theres a bombsite!”), tying together the concept of repression as a (literal) bomb, which will explode sooner or later. this episode, in particular the explosion and the ending sequence, marks a major turning point in his character development.

i know people disagree about what “William” means, if it’s Havers’ name, hell if it’s Cap’s name - there’s definitely a discussion to be had there but i don’t think it affects the nature of the operation. i don’t know who would actually be in charge of naming it and/or where this would come from but whether it’s named after one of them or not it doesn’t change this analysis. even if Cap named it after Havers on purpose, he still wouldn’t understand the subconscious reasoning behind his own choice, which is basically the whole point of this essay!! that he doesn’t know! which is what comprises a large part of the tragedy written into his character

(a/n in my opinion, the reveal that the envelope contains plans rather than a love letter of any kind might carry less immediate emotional weight for us as the audience, however it definitely tells us more about him as a character. if it was a love letter this would imply that most of the development he will go through in future series would be regarding other people’s opinions and how society has changed, rather than confronting his own problems. again in my opinion, the Captain’s conflict being entirely internalised is what makes him so fascinating. while it may feel like a cop-out to reveal that the envelope wasn’t a love letter, the ending definitely confirms that he did love Havers; in a way, this “compensates” for the twist while still allowing room to develop his character later on. either way i think we have to give credit to whoever wrote that ending in because god what a moment)

on the other hand, he often uses his identity as an official in the army to combat (or at least process) the side of himself that he doesn’t understand. free pass (s1ep4) is a brilliant example of this as it encapsulates almost all of the Captain’s struggle with his identity in one episode. the plot in this episode clearly revolves around a desire to regain some element of control, however futile this may be in practice (which links back to the concept of personality - this is more about maintaining a sense of identity than having a real impact, hence why he only mirrors the director rather than taking control on his own, even just of the other ghosts). this is not necessarily in direct response to the director showing up, however the conscious and subconscious probably don’t line up here - consciously he wants back the feeling of control and authority, whereas subconsciously he is either not recognising aforementioned repressed emotions or is trying to work around them in the only way he knows how (regaining some degree of control). all of this links back to the Captain not being able to separate conflicting aspects of identity. it is also worth mentioning that the set up for the film crew arriving is framed like a military operation and Cap’s interest is piqued by this anyway, which further drives home the idea of him not realising that he is conflicted at all. the line “do you find yourself... distracted” is used very well because he does find himself distracted but he probably doesn’t know why. it wouldn’t occur to him that he is “distracted” at all.

on comedy as a subversion of expectations, and as a storytelling device; “[it] feels like a huge, dramatic engine for a character to have, to be fighting that... how sad, and how tinged with regret and loss... [it] gives a character something to really start with that goes well beyond a passing joke.”

the Captain is presented as the pristine image of a decorated WWII veteran (the very model of a modern major general, if you will), still doing things “for King and country!” - this is juxtaposed early on with this concept of “non-conformity” which goes on to shape his character massively. this oxymoron is used as part of the comedy of the show, although “comedy” here is used more broadly as sexuality is never used as a punchline in itself - more that in the context of the show, it immediately sets up a dynamic with the rest of the characters as it is one of the many stakes brought into the group early on.

as a character trope (pencil pushing WWII military leader), the Captain is extremely predictable (use of military jargon, sticking to a schedule, seeing himself as the leader, “i’m ranking officer!”, etc) and without any other character building there wouldn’t be much to comment on. however his “weaknesses” come from this conflict written into his character; almost every time he falters or has a moment of weakness is resulting from this conflict. i won’t list every time this happens because i’d have to include most of redding weddy, but the most obvious example is s1ep3 (“the chap with the arms... very strong... probably” king!). i’ll go into this more later but an indication of his character development is when he is no longer “tripped up” by this concept. this links back to the idea of these two conflicting aspects of his personality and how they coexist, simultaneously fused together and in contrast with one another.

on the (hypothetical) perspective of a writer; “Mike and Alison have come into their world and represent how the world is now, it gets them to evolve and question who they are and why they behave in a certain way.”

the conflict faced by the Captain is a result of the (now obsolete) identity he made for himself in the 1940s, and how the arrival of Mike and Alison (and metaphorically speaking, the arrival of the 21st century) both forces him to confront his sense of identity and reconcile his sense of self with the changing world. the choice to include representation from the start allows dialogue and storylines to be written in a way that encompasses this and takes it into consideration - in this case it allows a backstory to be built before the inclusion of any flashback scenes. taking all this into consideration, it isn’t necessary to include any explicit bigotry as a tool to advance character development; we as the audience know enough about changing standards of what is “acceptable” to understand the Captain as a character. by not using bigotry as a way to develop the Captain’s character, it almost entirely internalises his conflict which again is what makes him such an interesting character. furthermore, the reaction lady button has to the wedding in perfect day (s2ep6) and her subsequent character development are not a burden placed on the Captain, and instead are an entirely separate storyline to how he deals with the wedding. “we wanted to be careful about who we chose to reflect those values, but we thought lady button would be perfect... we have to be careful how those old-fashioned values come out and make it light.”

(a/n it’s very refreshing to see homophobia separated completely from the character dealing with various levels of trauma regarding outdated social norms - not only this, but in s2ep6 the Captain’s character development revolves entirely around the positive experience of the wedding, and the impact that gay people just existing has on him).

on character development; for the Captain, most of the character development he will go through will likely be internal (dealing with his own notions of what is “acceptable” and subsequently reconciling this with his own concept of identity), rather than dealing with ideas other people might hold in this regard. he is (for desperate want of a better phrase) a man out of his time, even if he doesn’t know it yet.

on s2ep6; as the first episode showing any substantial character development after s2ep3, this episode is obviously used (directly and indirectly) as a point of comparison to earlier episodes. in free pass (s1ep4), he immediately takes the chance to regain a sense of leadership and revels in the organised chaos of the production team working on set. however, the script tells us that he is literally “distracted”, because at this point he is still holding himself to the standard of an army captain and doesn’t recognise what he’s going through. on the other hand, in s2ep6, he isn’t so conflicted and actually leans into this - there’s so many great lines of dialogue that demonstrate this but it’s mostly shown in his attitudes to the aspects of wedding planning that aren’t solely functional (“it looks like a flower grenade has gone off!”, talking about the burgundy of the bridesmaids’ dresses, etc), as well as the contrast between the party earlier in series 2 and the wedding reception right at the end. i don’t know if this is intentional but to take it a step further, he takes control again but is able to have a tangible effect on the wedding (unlike s1ep4, where he doesn’t even really try to take charge of the other ghosts) - at the wedding, it is directly because of him successfully organising the others that Alison finds Clare in the bathroom. even in s2ep5 we briefly see him helping Alison keep count of the boxes containing the wedding silver, and the dialogue implies he’s helping organise other aspects of the preparation as well, showing him having real impact on the wedding. although i think this character development may still be largely subconscious (rather than the result of any effort to work through his problems), the contrast between these two episodes says a lot. a final note about this; throughout the whole series, the Captain exclusively refers to people by their full names, even going so far as to call Kitty “Catherine”. however in s2ep6 he says Pat rather than Patrick - as far as i can tell this is the first time he uses a shortened version of anyone’s name. this isn’t necessarily a conscious choice to reflect his character development but i think it shows how his character has shifted away from the repressed military leader trope which is what had such an impact on how his identity formed in the first place.

to sum it up, i think that the character development we will see him go through will essentially just be him chilling out a bit. he never lets himself slip up and there’s no room for error, and so i think a continuation of this is just to have him relax a bit more. it’s what we start to see in s2ep6, and hopefully we’ll see more of it in the future. like chill out dude! it’s fine i promise! or, to quote the man himself, “honestly, it’s okay. just say it.”

in conclusion! as a character, most of the Captain’s conflict comes from his repressed sexuality and how that clashes with his role as a WWII commanding officer. he struggles to separate the two concepts and only really begins to reconcile his identity with a more progressive society after the events of s2ep3. tldr i owe my life to ben willbond. who is doing it like him

#bbc ghosts #the captain #ben willbond #heads up this is like properly long. a good few minutes of reading #id like to think its worth it tho #at least i HOPE it is its taken me weeks lol #i am so sorry to everyone who sees a wall of text and just switches off i tried my best 😭 this is the best i could format it #anyway yeah i keep feeling like theres more to say but i had to stop eventually #maybe ill do more in the future. who knows #i didnt even mention the pat/cap dynamic or the cap/havers and kitty/alison parallel. i will one day

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The Crown, The Sword, and The Gay

Not So Stormy Knight

A/N: there's a lot more people in the taglist lol. I'm still working o an upload schedule but yeah enjoy! (its on of the shorter chapters I have writing but yeppers)

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words: 1490

summary: Virgil doesn't want to deal with this mess but he was sent to deliver a message so, theres not much he can do

pairings: eventual prinxiety, eventual intrulogical, eventual moceit, Remile

warnings: some potty language (not much), stress, anxiety, pretentious character, violence (near the end), talking down to someone

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Virgil didn't want to deal with this weird shit so early but, he didn't really have a choice. He made eye contact with who he could only assume was the prince, who was not panicked in the slightest and just shrugged. When Virgil got a good look as to who this servant lady had pinned to the ground he almost laughed out loud, it was none other than the stuck-up, self-centered, overall piece of shit Trent. Now he was actually glad to be delivering this stupid message.

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Virgil was awoken in the early hours of the morning (incredibly rude but that's besides the point). “Get dressed and meet me at the workstation in 20 minutes.” When Virgil's brain finally decided to be awake enough to process words, his blood ran cold as he realized who was speaking to him. Commander Arlott. Virgil knew better than to question his superior so he did as instructed.

The Commander wasted no time to speak as Virgil arrived,“Virgil, I need you to deliver this message to Sir Trent Ortiz” Arlott held a letter with the royal crest sealing it “Sir, with all due respect, why not send one of the squires?” Virgil had always been careful with how he spoke to people in power since they could make or break his entire life plan, “Since Trent is ...assisting King Leonardo, by keeping Prince Roman safe, he is in an undisclosed location. I need someone of trust and my Seneschal recommended you.”

Commander Arlott always talked slow and calmly, no matter how much stress he was under, Virgil always appreciated that. “Understood?” Arlott sounded a little irritated, “Yes, sir.” Virgil didn't want to make that worsen, he knew his commander was known to have a temperament.

As Virgil loaded his things, he took a moment to examine the map. The Commander had explained it was going to be a three to four hour trip, so at least he could get back the same day if he was quick enough.

He arrived, about three hours later, at this secluded tower in the middle of nowhere. He had almost believed he was lost as he couldn't see the tower from above but it was meant to be a lot lower than the trees around it so as to not be spotted and spark curiosity. The Tower was incredibly daunting. He had to admire the measures taken for the tower to be hidden. They built the tower deep into the forest, very far away from the path, they made the tower shorter than the coast redwood trees surrounding it, and they made it incredibly hard to find as the path was infuriatingly confusing and it was located in a dense part of the forest.

After he got over how intimidating a tower can look, he noticed a carriage near the entry of the scary building. Virgil remembered how his Commander had told him there wasn't supposed to be anyone there other than Trent and the Prince. But he could clearly see someone waiting in the carriage.

Virgil noticed how his stomach felt like it was a black hole, he didn't really want to be the person to inform the death of a Royal. He left his horse near the edge of the forest and started sneaking closer to the Tower, as to not be spotted by the man in the carriage. He quickly climbed the steps of the tower and reached a door, yet there were more steps. He decided to check anyway, when he opened the door he saw nothing but a room with a few recognizable belongings, similar equipment as his, definitely where Trent was sleeping, that or the prince had an affinity towards knight equipment.

He heard some commotion at the top of the tower, so he begrudgingly headed up the steps. As he heard the voices rise even more, he quickened his step and tried to listen in. He wasn't able to make out what they were saying but he recognised Trent’s unpleasant and overall irritating voice and a random lady. As he reached the door he heard the voices stop and a thud, followed by groaning.

Virgil opened the door to see something that till this day he will say was one of the most hilarious sights, Trent Ortiz being held at an armlock by some servant woman. He tried his hardest not to laugh at the sight, which was pretty easy considering he still felt anxious and overwhelmingly confused, as funny as the sight was, what in the world had happened? As he raised his gaze to look around the room, as if it would have any answers, he locked eyes with a browned eyed boy, who he quickly identified as the prince Trent was supposed to be protecting, his robe gave it away. The prince just shrugged and yawned as if this was a common occurrence, which it may as well have been, he didn't know much about what being a royal felt like.

Ruth looked up and spotted the young knight with a terrified look on his face, in an effort to comfort him, she gave him a smile “Hi darling, what brings you-” she stopped talking as Trent tried to get out of her grasp “Don't struggle, you’re going to break your arm!” she tried to warn him.

“As if, get off of me, witch!” Ruth sighed and was about to give him another warning but Trent saw Virgil and spoke up again “Virgil, what are you doing standing there?! Get this old hag off of me!” Before Virgil could do anything, Trent continued trying to break free from Ruth’s grip but ended up breaking something else. His arm to be exact. Trent screamed in pain. Ruth immediately let go, it was never her intention to actually hurt him. Trent curled up holding his arm close to his chest.

Roman wasn't really paying attention to the situation, until he heard the scream. He got close to see both, the knight and nurse were okay. Ruth pushed him back as Virgil kneeled down to try and help the knight in pain. Ruth went to one of the trunks and got some fabric that could be used as a temporary sling. She tried to get close to Trent but he backed away slightly, Virgil spoke up “Maybe, I should put the sling on him.” Ruth nodded and gave him the fabric.

When Virgil finished tying the sling, he stepped away from Trent and Ruth decided to speak “It’s in his best interest to see a doctor, he should probably head back.” Virgil nodded, seeing that as the best option. Ruth spoke again.

“You should probably take him back soon, we don't want the injury to get worse.” at that Trent broke his silence “Prince Roman is supposed to be under knight supervision at all times.” Roman rolled his eyes and tried to reason with him

“My father will understand. You’re hurt and need to go get your arm checked out. I can be without a knight for a few hours.” Trent didn't budge “No. Your father gave me a direct order and i’m not going to disobey.” Roman looked at him like he was mad.

Ruth decided to ask the young boy who had stayed silent in the corner. “Virgil, was it? Honey, are you a knight?” Virgil looked up and nodded. “Well, he can stay with Roman and I can take you to a doctor in the carriage.” Trent scoffed. “They made me the Prince’s knight because of my skill; you can’t just replace me with someone who acts as a messenger.” Ruth did not like that at all, Virgil reminded her of Remy and her motherly instincts were kicking in

“Right now you arent of any help because you're hurt!” he fired back quickly “And who’s fault is that?” Ruth didn't want another screaming match to start “I warned you didn't I? Just let the boy be Roman’s temporary knight and later on they'll find a ‘better fit’ replacement as you put it.” Trent looked annoyed but begrudgingly agreed.

Virgil looked at the Prince as the other two were arguing, he was quiet and his eyes seemed to be distant, his posture made him seem annoyed but his face didn't show it. Ruth signaled him to help Trent to get down.

Virgil seemed to be doing the same as the prince and ignoring Trent arguing ‘how Roman couldn't be left alone in the tower’. He helped Trent into the carriage and turned back to see the servant lady talking to the prince, she gave the royal a hug and turned to the carriage, Virgil helped her in.

Roman and Virgil watched the carriage leave. Virgil turned to tell the royal how it’d be better for them to head inside. But he saw the monarch already headed to the tower, and he quickly scrambled to catch up with him.

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vendettaparker · 3 years

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Where’s My Love: Chapter 2- A Second Chance [T.H]

Summary: Tom learns what it feels like to watch a flower die; though I suppose a heart that is broken is a heart that was loved. Harrison reminds everyone about the finality of death.

Word Count: 4.7k of pure pain

Warnings: Angst (like the most i’ve ever written; which is saying something), mentions of sex, mentions of alcoholism, depression, cursing, character death, unhealthy grieving, grief in general, very very small mention of/hint to suicide (it’s extremely brief and you might even miss it, but it’s there)

a/n: i lowkey am kinda sorry about how sad this is. i’m just now realizing how sad this series is going to be as a whole (today i came up with a new plot idea and it made me cry just thinking about it so...), anyways, technically you could argue that this has a happy ending, so theres that to look forward to :) also you’re my best friend if you catch the WandaVision reference! reblogs, likes, and feedback is extremely appreciated! this series hasn’t been doing great in the notes department :( i’m still gonna write it obvi, but anything helps with the motivation, thanks <3 ps. thanatos is the god of death

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“Tom,” You smiled up at your husband, eyes shining in the moonlight and heart swelling with love. “We should go home soon. There’s still more to be done tonight.”

Tom smirked and tilted your face up, capturing your soft lips in a heated kiss, tongue slipping in and clashing with yours. He pulled away after a while of savoring your taste, lips pink and swollen, “You’re right, darling. There’s still so much to do tonight.” Tom lips travelled further down to your jawline, where he kissed, nipped, and sucked, leaving a dark pink love bite.

You whimpered and tugged at his unruly curls, bringing his lips closer to your sweet spot. Tom chuckled and littered kisses and marks all up and down your collar bones. You brought his face up to yours and kissed him, practically shoving your mouth onto his in a clash of teeth and tongue.

Tom pulled away and groaned, “You’re gonna be the death of me, love.” His eyes darkened with arousal and you smirked, knowingly.

Your breathing slowed and you giggled, pushing him away gently, “Then we better get to it, lover.”

Tom stood up from where you were both lying, holding a hand out to help you up as well. You placed your hand in his and basked in the warmth of his touch. Something so simple as holding hands was enough to make you feel electric. Bursts of tingles and butterflies filled your body. You felt like you were on fire, burning up with the desire to feel him, touch him, and just love him.

All the while, an evil in the form of Aristaeus watched from the shadows, his disdain growing for Tom by the minute. He watched as Tom held you close, as he seized every opportunity to kiss you. His hatred for the son of Apollo only deepened when he saw how your eyes shone and how your smiled grew in his presence. How perfect you looked and how all the intimacy and love you possessed was now only for Tom. You were only for Tom, and Aristaeus just couldn’t have that.

Watching Tom’s smile and listening to his care-free laugh, he knew that he needed to feel that. He needed the source of that type of happiness.

Aristaeus waited in the shadows for his moment to take what he wanted. Dagger clutched in his hand and blade sharpened, ready for use. The moment he saw you and Tom stand up and begin the journey back to your villa, he knew the time was now.

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With your hand clasped tightly in Tom’s, you began the trek back to the villa you’d purchased for the two of you. You swung your hands up with Tom’s as you both happily made your journey in comfortable silence.

You reveled in the way his hand felt in yours. Warm, encasing your entire being in warmth. It was so simple, just his hand clutching yours, holding your hand and your heart. There are only so many ways to describe love, and his hand in yours said more than any empty words could.

Your peacefulness was interrupted when you heard a shuffling in the wooded area you were walking through. The bush you were passing shook and soon Aristaeus launched out of it, dagger in hand, aimed at Tom. You screamed and Tom pushed you away to keep you away from the evading blow.

Tom dodged the attack, swiftly throwing a punch to the offender's jaw, momentarily stunning him. Tom grabbed your hand, and began running through the woods. You could hear the shouts and curses of Aristaeus behind you, quickly gaining speed on the gravelly road.

In an attempted detour, you ran through the thicket, hoping the thick mixture of branches and thorns would diverge the route of the crazed man chasing you. The thrones pricked at your skin and scratched up your face. Tom was no better, hand slowly loosening up on yours due to the pain of the thrones scrapping up his arms.

“Tom!” You yelped, tripping on a small log. The momentum of the fall ripping your hand from his, leaving his cold. Tom, stressed and frantic, kept running, unaware of the fact that you were no longer behind him.

“Come on (Y/N)! We’re almost home!” Tom yelled back, seeing the light of a clearing just up ahead. Tom jumped through the last few branches, breathing heavily once he reached the other side of the woods. He ended up in a meadow, close to your home. Tom turned around to hug you and make sure you were alright, but you were nowhere to be found.

“Love, we made it! Look, our villa’s right over ther—” Tom cut himself off, realizing he was now alone.

Tom began walking back into the woods, a sharp shot of anxiety ran up his spine. Why wouldn’t she follow me? He thought, is she hurt? Tom continued, his thought quickly being interrupted by a pained scream.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)!?” Tom ran where he heard the scream and then the whimpers. His heart dropping to his stomach, bile rising. He finally found you, laid out in a pile of daisies, leg purple and bruised, small drops of blood coming from two puncture wounds in your leg.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened, and the snake slithering away from your limp body told Tom all he needed to know.

Aristaeus had fled upon seeing you. He too knew, and he even saw with his own eyes, what had happened. The viper dug in deep and long, the poison immediately taking effect on you.

“(Y/N)? Fuck, darling?” Tom crouched down to your still body. He didn’t want to believe what he was seeing, he didn’t want to believe the pained look in your eyes, or the tears welled up in his. “It’s okay, love. You’re alright. Can you move? Can you get up? Please?”

Tom did his best to help you up, but you were limp, no movement in your entire body, only your eyes showed the fear you were feeling.

“Tom,” you mumbled, tears streaming down your cheeks, “I-I can’t feel anything.” You cried softly, your face almost stoic from the poison coursing through your veins.

“No, no, darling. You can feel me, right?” Tom grabbed your limp hand and squeezed, expecting a squeeze in return. Yet nothing came, your hand remained cold and limp in his.

You choked out a sob, “I can’t feel you.” Tears streamed down the side of your face, soaking the ground beneath your head, leaving small weeds in their wake.

Tom let out a painful whimper at your words. “Darling, it’s okay, we’re okay. Yeah? We’re gonna go home, and then you can lay down and get better, okay? I’ll bring you tea and flowers and Paddy will come over and play chess with you. Doesn’t that sound nice?” Tom’s tears soaked into your now cold skin, momentarily warming it.

“Yeah…” you mumbled softly, tears slowing and breath hitching.

“Yeah, and t-then Sam can come over and bring your favorite meal, o-or maybe a cake? And Harrison can work on your garden, so it won’t be limp when you get better. And I'll serenade you every night, even after you’re well, because I love you. And we’re gonna make it through this, just hold on.”

His words faded in and out, beginning to sound muffled and underwater. Your head tilted to the side, clearly seeing the immeasurable pain etched onto his features. Tom caught your gaze and still, still tried to manage a small, hopeful smile. Deep down Tom knew this was pointless, he knew you wouldn’t ever make it home to see the villa, or the gift he left in the garden. The golden potted plant—an orchid—was now going to be a constant reminder to what he lost. But he could fake it, and fuck, he was going to fake it like it was real.

He would trick himself for the rest of his life until he truly believed you were okay. But he wouldn’t have to wait that long, because sitting there, holding your near lifeless body in his arms, he was ready to believe anything that even remotely implied you were okay.

Just past Tom you could see a figure watching you from the shadows. His suit was black and his white hair was gelled back. He stepped out of the shadows and tapped his foot impatiently, as if waiting for your time to be up. And then it hit you. You knew this man—or rather this god.

“Thanatos…” you whispered, eye’s finally glazing over with lifelessness. The now once bright and vibrant eyes, now dull and empty. A mere shell of what they once were.

“No, no, no!” Tom screamed, his painful wails being heard by the whole town. “No! (Y/N), come back! Please, please, please, please, please…”

You were now standing away, a lonely spectator to the happenings in the woods on this mortal realm.

“Come, child.” Thanatos held his hand out, ready to lead you away.

“But I never got to say goodbye.” Your eyes welled up with tears, seeing Tom frantically shake your body, trying to bring you back to life. “I never got to live my life with him.”

Thanatos gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze, “We must go now. Don’t worry, little one. You will see him again.”

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Tom didn’t move. He didn’t eat, he didn’t sleep. He wished he didn’t even breathe. He sat in the villa and stared at the now dying orchid, limp and sickly, in the golden pot. You never even got to see it, he thought, you would’ve loved it.

All of Tom’s thought’s surrounded you, and how he could no longer hold you. He felt so cold, he found no joy in things he used to. And all he wanted to do was cry. But he couldn’t. He’d cried himself dry over the past three days. Now all he felt was pain, and he couldn’t even ease it with tears.

“Tom,” Harrison snapped him out of his daze, pulling his gaze away from the dying orchid. “It’s time.”

Tom let out a breath, pained and labored. Today was the day. The day your body would be laid to rest. The day that you would truly be lost to him.

“Come on, everyone’s waiting for you.”

Tom groggily pulled himself from the bed. He dressed slowly and carefully, wanting to look his best for the last time he’d see you. Every intake of breath hurt his head, another painful reminder that he was here and you weren’t. He was alive, and you were gone.

The clearing that he once found solace in was cold. The flowers around him were limp and dying, and the world just looked gray. The color was gone from his eyes and all he could think was, it should’ve been me.

Paddy hadn’t spoken a word since he heard of your death. He hardly even looked at Tom, every time he did the young boy would tear up and look away, too embarrassed of his tears to let them be seen. But in the dark, in the comfort of his bed, he cried for you. His first encounter with death, and it had to be you. His heart hurt more than his young mind could comprehend; he could hardly imagine what Tom was feeling.

Harry and Sam were numb. They hardly knew how to feel. They loved you like a sister but only knew you for a few months. Was it appropriate to mourn the loss of someone you only knew for a moment? Was it ignorant to fein a stoic exterior when your sister was gone? In the comfort of each other, the boys mourned. They cried a bit, but mostly tried their best to remember the good times. Harry remembered how you always backed him up in an argument, even against Tom, and how you always expressed how blessed you felt getting to know their family. Sam remembered how you always volunteered to be his test subject for his dishes. How you were always sweet, but honest. You fit so well into their lives, it was almost impossible to imagine you wouldn’t be in them anymore.

Harrison couldn’t believe it, or rather he didn’t want to. He held Tom close, and tried to convince him that everything was okay. He was the rock the group leaned on in any way they could.

He was a rock, and he was cracking. He found himself alone in clearing multiple times, watering the flowers, doing his best to keep them afloat, and yet they still withered away. He tried to feel you there, so he could tell Tom that maybe you weren’t truly gone, but all he felt was the absence of your presence.

Tom looked at the patch of dirt you laid under. He looked at it and all he felt was anger. Anger at Aristaeus for leading you to your death, anger at the viper that sealed your fate, anger at the gods for letting you be taken, and anger at himself for living through it.

The ceremony was short; just him and his brothers, gathered around a patch of dirt, crying.

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Everyone was forced to cope. They all had their tricks to make the pain ease. Paddy would play chess by himself, wishing you were there for him to beat, but mostly remembering how many times you praised his amazing chess skills and made him feel special. Harry and Sam took on the duty of attempting to fix your garden in the clearing. They took shifts watering the plants and picking out the weeds.

Harrison smiled whenever he saw wild daisies. They always reminded him of you, partially for your pure innocence, but also because when you first met him, you gave him a flower crown made out of daisies. The crown was now limp and wilted, but he would treasure it until the day it withered away.

Tom suffered the most, though. He lost not only his soulmate, but his best friend. His coping consisted of copious amounts of alcohol to help him sleep, then he would see you in his dreams, and he’d have to drink more to stop from feeling the constant pit in his stomach growing with each baited breath.

“Tom, this isn’t healthy.” Harrison chided each time he walked into the murky depths of his bedroom; which was at least twice a day to check on the poor boy.

Harrison sat on Tom's bed as Tom laid on his stomach, facing away from him. Tom would grumble, then sniffle and completely ignore the presence of someone new in his room. The bed would be musty, his hair would be in knots, and his eyes would have a constant red rimmed appearance accentuated by the dark circles that resided underneath.

“Tom come on, let’s go for a walk. Sam and Harry fixed up the garden a bit; I think you’d like it.” Harrison shook Tom’s shoulder gently, prompting him to face the blonde.

“It won’t be the same.” Tom mumble, voice hoarse and wobbly.

“I know, but they worked hard on it. They’re grieving too, y’know?”

“Of course I fucking know.” Tom snapped, swatting Harrison’s hand away, “You think I don’t know how much of an impact she had on all of us? You think I don’t hear Paddy crying at night when he thinks he’s alone, or the way he refuses to look at me?”

“Tom—”

“You think I don’t know that this is my fault?” Tom sobbed, burning holes with his harsh gaze into Harrison. “I know, Haz. I know all too well how we’re all grieving.”

Tom broke down, heaving and rambling about how it was his fault, about how helpless you looked, and how broken he was. All Harrison could do was listen.

“She died in my arms, Haz. S-she curled up and just… died.” Tom spoke barely above a whisper, his crying ruining his voice. “She looked so scared and I couldn't help her. I couldn’t save her.”

“I know.” Harrison was crying now too, tears falling from his diamond eyes.

“It was supposed to be me. The attacker was after me. I-I should’ve taken the hit, and then she’d be alive.”

“No, Tom. You don’t know that that would’ve saved her from this fate.” Harrison scolded Tom’s reckless words. “She could’ve died a day later, or minutes later. Life is not a guarantee. Tom.”

“At least we would’ve been together.”

Harrison frowned, “In the underworld? And what type of existence would that have been?”

Some turned away from Harrison, “One where we would at least have each other.”

Harrison softened his gaze and held Tom close before he could protest, “You still have us. I know it’s not what we want right now, but it’s what you need. You can’t go through this alone; I won’t let you.”

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As the weeks went by, Tom’s grief continued to eat away at him. Try all he might, he could never escape you. You were in all of his favorite things. His lyre now laid dusty and cold next to his bed, it hadn’t been touched since your wedding night.

He held it together as long as he could, but it was too much. The pain ripped away at him and ate him up. One day he reached his breaking point. He needed you to come home. He needed you in his arms. Nothing in this mortal world could ever compare to your sweet kisses and loving praises. Nothing would ever satiate him again.

How could this have happened? How could the gods have cursed him this way. He was a good man, he did all that was expected of him. He went above and beyond for his community, for others. He helped find and procure the fleece that placed Jason rightfully on the throne of Iolcus in Thessaly. His music cured lost souls, helped them find solitude and comfort in his songs. He did everything right. And yet the gods mock and torture him by taking you away. Ripping his other half from him, stealing you. The only comfort in his otherwise lonesome life. There’s no need for old age, sickness, or murder to take him away now; his grief will surely get the job done.

“Tom,” Harrison, spoke softly, taking in the man who’s broken soul was starting to shine through to his exterior appearance. His hair matted, eyes red and puffy, knuckles bruised from letting his anger out on the pillars over his home. What was supposed to be your home. Now the clay brick home was cold, your presence no longer there to bring natural warmth. “Tom, come on. You have to keep going.” Harrison put a hand on his friend's shoulder, giving it a hearty squeeze. “She wouldn’t want this for you. She loved you.”

“Then why was she taken from me?” Tom burst, hands flying to his hair, gripping his unruly curls. “Why would the gods allow this pain? I’ve done it all. I was so good, I-I did all that they asked of me.”

“Tom, please just come—”

“No! Harrison, don’t you see? I can’t move on! I can’t think about anything other than what was lost, what I lost. There must be a way to get her back. I’d do anything, just to hold her one more time. To love her, like it’s all I was put here on this Earth to do.” Tom pushed Harrison’s hand away. “Help me. Please, find a way.”

Harrison sighed sadly, rubbing his face with his hands. Tom, the most deserving person of his happy ending had it ripped from him, and there was nothing that could be done. Almost as if it was fate, there were no loopholes. Expect maybe—no. It was too risky. The god of the underworld was not a merciful man.

“Harrison? You have something?” Tom looked at his friend, a glint of barely visible hope in his eyes, the type that only the thought of you could bring. The look on Harrison’s face clearly showed that the gears in his head were turning. This look always brought about Harrison’s best ideas, or in this case, his only one.

“I— well, it’s not plausible.” Harrison debated. “You’d need your father’s help, and even so,” he whispered the last part “you’d need to go to the Underworld and bargain with Hades.”

Tom looked at his friend in shock? How could this be the only plan he’s come up with? A plan that would surely get Tom killed, or worse, turned into a lost soul. “What? No, no— there has to be another way. There are other gods—more merciful— who would help us.”

Harrison shook his head, “I’m sorry, Tom. But death? That’s final. The only god with the power to bring (Y/N) back is Hades. And he always has a price.”

Tom debated his options, one being the clear winner. He knew he couldn’t go on without you, he wasn’t strong enough. If he were less selfish then maybe he’d find a way to find joy again. But he needed you more than he needed the air in his lungs. He didn’t care if he was being selfish, trying to bring you back to a world that had just gotten used to life without you. He spent his whole life being selfless, helping others. It was time to get what he was due, what he was owed: His happy ending.

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Tom paced and pondered, his restless mind a futile assistance in this matter. His thoughts only focused on you and how to bring you home. In the beginning, he took into account all of the risks he’d be taking going to the underworld and bringing you back. He’d need to enlist the help of his father, to persuade Hades to listen to his pleas. He’d need to safely get in and out of the Underworld with you entow, and the hardest part of all; he’d need Hades permission for you to come home.

It was not that Hades was cruel or unjust; he was just simply too fair. Death is final and Hades followed that order to a tee. He scarcely made exceptions and when he did there was always a price that needed to be paid. Usually, that price was worth the life of the soul being returned, a hefty sum.

Tom hardly worked out the intricacies of his plan before Harrison caught him, bag packed and determination scrawled across his face.

“Tom, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Harrison chided, standing in between Tom and the doorway.

“I’m getting her back, Haz. I need her home. You guys may be able to move on and be okay, but I can’t. She meant more to me than any of you will ever know.”

“You’re gonna get yourself killed, Tom.” Harrison spoke in a hushed whisper as to not alert the others to what was going on, “What happens then, huh? How do you think we will feel then? We already lost (Y/N), Tom; we can’t afford to lose you too.”

Tom’s eyes glistened with frustration and unshed tears, “but I’m not complete without her…” he whispered, sniffling. “I have to do what I can.”

“No, Tom. I’ve let this go on long enough.” Harrison spoke sternly, “You have to move on. I’m sorry because I know it’s not fair. I know that this shouldn’t have happened. It broke all of us. But you need to come back to us, okay? You need to move on with your life. Paddy is thirteen, Tom. He has no father-figure, he needs you. Harry and Sam have been by your side since they were babies, they need you. And you're my best friend, I need you. You don’t get to walk out on us because of your pain, because we never walked out on you. We were hurting, yet we stayed by your side. You need to do the same for us.” Harrison gave Tom a tightlipped smile, “Please, Tom. Just try.”

Tom had never seen such anguish in Harrison's eyes. He knew him and his brothers had also been struggling and he knew he was being selfish. He needed to do better.

“Okay,” Tom choked out, tears streaming down his cheeks, “I’ll try.” Tom placed his bag down on the floor and sat on the bed. He placed his face in his hands and sniffled out sobs. It was time for him to let you go.

Harrison left Tom alone in his dark room, shaking with anger. Once again the anger had returned, tenfold. Tom just wished he’d held your hand tighter, maybe then he’d be in your arms right now. Instead he was alone in his room, mind clouded with guilt and exhaustion.

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“Tom.” Your voice whispered in his ear, taunting him. Reminding him of what he lost. What he couldn’t save. The only one he couldn't save. The only one he needed to save.

“I’m right here, Tommy.” You never ceased. You constantly called to him as he tried his best to put his tortuous thoughts to rest. You stood over him, eyes wide in fear. You watched him, and you whispered.

“Tommy, why couldn’t you save me?”

You broke his heart all over again every night.

He sat up in his bed, body wet with sweat and eyes clouded with tears.

“(Y/N). Please, darling,” he begged, “I tried, please, I’m still trying.” You walked over and stood right above him, face inches apart. It was almost as if he could smell the sweet scent of flowers on you. The orchids and daisies you loved so much wafting over him, calming him. Until your cold, dead grip latched onto his shoulder.

“You failed, my love.”

Tom woke with a start, screaming and crying into the empty abyss of his room. You were nowhere to be found. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you back. You needed to come home and never leave his side ever again. If he had to spend one more day without you, he’d lose it. He’d become the monster he felt like on the inside. All the dark, twisty despair holed up in his heart would rush out in acts of unchecked rage and violence. He was never the villain, but he would be.

He couldn’t follow through with his promise to Harrison. He couldn't just move on and pretend that life made any sense without you, because it didn’t. Nothing made sense, and everything hurt.

Zeus created humans to have another half, and they would spend the rest of their lives if they had to, searching for it. You were Tom’s, and you were ripped away from him. That just won’t do.

He couldn’t spend another night lying awake, thoughts ripping apart his mind. He couldn’t sleep either, or else he’d see you. See what you’ve become. A ghost of happier times. A reminder of what never was and never will be. A figment of his ill fated mind.

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The next morning, Paddy went into Tom’s room to bring him breakfast, as usual. It’s been months since he’s eaten with his brothers, and the new normal was one of them toughing it out and giving him his food in his room, then listening to his cries form outside the door for a moment, just to gauge if he was getting better; he never was.

Paddy was about to knock but paused before, gently pressing his ear up against the door. He didn’t hear crying like he usually did, he didn’t even hear sniffles.

Paddy hesitantly opened the door, afraid of what he might find. The silence was all too scary for the young boy. Once the door was fully opened Paddy got a good look around, not seeing Tom anywhere.

Paddy dropped the bowl of food on the floor and ran for Harrison.

“Harrison! Harrison! Sam! Harry! Anyone!” Paddy yelled out, running around the garden looking for the boys. He slammed into Harrison, who was just on his way to the garden.

The force knocked the wind out of a crying Paddy and slammed him into the ground.

“Woah,” Harrison breathed out, bending down to help Paddy up. Paddy gasped to catch his breath and attempted to stop the tears.

“What happened, kid?” Harrison rubbed his bruised back, “Come on, Paddy, breathe.”

“G-Gone…” Paddy wheezed out, “Tom’s gone.”

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#21. Christmas Present - Snapemas Challenge

A/N: Day 21 of Snapemas! I hope you like it! This one is a little bit longer. I hate proof reading so much it stops me from uploading Christmas is so close now! I can't wait! ahhhhhhhh I will upload more - I promise (I just dunno when)

Idea from @deepperplexity ´s Writing Challenge ! Check her Writings and the other Snapemas posts out! :)

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Pairing: Severus Snape x Professor!Teacher

Warnings: Mention Cursings, Slight NSFW mention of cookies - might make you hungry - atleast I got hungry - I love cookies

Word count: 5941

Y/N - Your Name, Y/L/N - Your last Name, Y/H/C - Your Hair Colour

#21.Christmas Present

,,O-Oh Professor Snape, before you leave I uh wanted to ask you something." In response he just rose his eyebrow and stared down on you. You laid down the Silverware on your Plate as the other Professors continued to eat their lunch.

,,I saw that you have quiet a big collection of books and I wondered if you're in possession of one I have been looking for to read for very long." Sighing he wetted his lips. He wasn’t even hiding his boredom. What a great Start, you thought to yourself.

,,Which one are you looking for?" Smiling you set your drink aside. ,,It's a rare one from Scotland. ,The correct way of Potion brewing and wild Herbology'." Now his face looked like your answer might actually have impressed him. ,,I am able to call one of these copies mine."

,,Oh really?" Your excitement seemed to confuse him slightly so you fixed your posture, flattened down your dress and collected your words together. ,,Would you mind if i would borrow it?" You followed him like a lost Puppy as he kept walking down the great hall.

,,You can pick it up tomorrow after lunch at my chambers."

,,Thank you, Professor!“ Smiling you first thought about hugging him but as your arms almost flew around him you backed up and held out your hand. ,,Sorry." Thinking about wether he should take my hand or not he finally decided to get up only to turn around on his heels. As always he vanished within seconds into the dark corridors. The Butterflies in your stomach went crazy now so you just tried to hide your smile as got up yourself to walk the other way leading towards your classroom.

In the next Morning you hurried your whole way up to the mountain where you just recently found a dead Acromantula. It has been two days ago when you have had spotted her. Actually you intended to let her rest in peace but you really wished you could give Severus something in return of his grace. So you quickly pulled out something out of your bag to catch the rare venom dripping from it's teeth. Actually it could become quiet dangerous up in here but since you went there almost everyday you felt more than just safe.

After the jar was full you went on your way back to the castle. It wasn't a too long way. It only took an hour and a half and you also got to take some ingredients you needed for your classes with you too. After you got everything secured in your class stocks and changed your dress you went to lunch. Severus already sat at the unpredictability long table. Smiling you sat down next to him trying to hide your excitement. A good Book was always making you nervous. Not to mention a Book you have been looking for since so long and loaning it from a person you truly kind of liked?

,,Hello Professor Snape, I hope you're doing alright?" You chattered but got interrupted as the food appeared on the table. He wouldn’t have continued the Conversation anyways. After something that felt like an eternity but turned out to just have been 20 minutes you walked next to Severus towards his chambers. You told him about the new Paper you got from the Ministry about magic beasts - even if he didn't asked for it. But you knew if you didn't want to walk in silence you would have to talk yourself.

,,Theres even an article about Muggle Medicine in it. They test it on animals. Did you knew that? That’s so cruel.“ You noticed how he rolled his eyes on your words but you just simply knew he didn't dislike you as much as he disliked Gilderoy Lockhart. As you reached his door he quickly opened it with his wand. ,,Enter." Allowing you to step into his chambers. Nervously you closed the door after you. As he went to his shelf to look for the book you quickly opened your bag. He was quicker than you were so he just stood in front of you and held out the book.

,,One second - I almost got it!" And just by that you were able to grab the small jar. After you held it into the light and put it in his hand you took the book in return. Already admiring the Front Cover.

,,I know it's not much, but I just wanted to give you something as appreciation for the loaning." You Mumbled while scanning the little details stencilled in the edges.

Curious he inspected the label. ,,Where did you get it? So freshly?" Professor Snape quickly asked now, surely interested.

,,I uh - from the left Mountains. I found a dead Acromantula two days ago. I thought the Venom might come in handy for potions." You now looked back up at him. Your smile was wider than usual, you were just so happy about the possibility to finally read this book.

,,It - uh - yeah. Do you know the value of it?" His eyebrows arched.

,,Of course I do. But there's nothing as value as finding something you've been looking for since a long time." You smiled mumbling as you now opened the first pages of the book. Small golden details shined into your eyes. ,,Wow." You mumbled. He didn't even try to hide his stares at you as you looked through the pages and you could feel how he tried to be nice for once.

,,Would you like to sit down and have some tea? You can read it here while I'm brewing and prepare my-“

,,I'd love to." You admitted. Your eyes connected instantly as you closed the book to press it on your chest while sitting down on his couch. The first few moments as you sipped your teas remained silent until you just couldn't take it anymore.

,,Where did you get it? The book I mean." His beautiful dark eyes finally dared to look back at mine and he explained.

,,Hagrid is friends with someone who knew the Author. So as I once helped him out in his garden he just gave it to me." You felt like his voice was more quiet than usual and you had to listen even more carefully. His voice made something blossom inside of you. Butterflies flying, Flowers blooming, Sunshine finally hitting my skin? It felt all the same- incredible sweet and addictive.

,,That's very Kind." The Afternoon continued. Your Conversations were really short but you enjoyed every word. He chooses his words wisely which was the total opposite to you. You spoke as soon as a small thought came to your mind trying to fill the silence. It was like you balanced the Smalltalk out. Spending time with him meant learning to worship his words and worship a peaceful silence. As the Clock strikes 7pm he looked up to you. You grabbed your Coat. ,,Are you going to eat Dinner tonight?“

Shaking his head he pointed to a tower of Notebooks, meaning he was still to intertwined in his Job Tasks.

,,I See.“ Chuckling you pushed a strain of your Hair behind your ear. ,,Thank you for letting me read the Book and the Tea. I really enjoy it.“ For a second he just looked at you before his lips parted.

,,You can stop by and read anything you want, whenever you want.“ Listening close to his voice you noticed how his Perplexity from earlier hasn’t faded yet. But before he’d cancel his Offer you accepted.

,,I’d love to. I´ll see you tomorrow then, Professor.“ Waving over to him you turned around to walk to the great hall. Your Cheeks still beheld the pink touch you got from when you were around him. It was calming you to spent Time with him. You felt more relaxed than sleeping out, hearing rain or hearing your favourite song. He made it all better, he made you feel more safe than anyone else by just offering you tea. Dear Merlin, do you even listen to yourself? How can you be so in love with him after just 5 Months working at Hogwarts?

As your seventh Month at Hogwarts began so did the Winter Time. Christmas was only three weeks ago by now. It was till too long for you liking. Yesterday, a rainy Sunday you started to bake cookies and slightly decorate your room more festive. The Holiday Spirit already took you over in July and now it was finally your favourite time of the year. Smiling you walked over to Severus Classroom to meet him for your daily Meetings. You came here daily to read, grade Papers from your students or just drink some tea with him. It became a loved habitat of yours and he seemed to enjoy it himself as he grew to become a friend of yours. Knocking he almost instantly let you in.

,,I´m already making Tea. I´ll be right there.“ You heard him shout from the Kitchen.

,,Okay.“ You responded as you quickly laid down all your Notebooks you still had to grade and placed the box filled with cookies on his Table. You made some just for him knowing he has a sweet Tooth. Who else would drink their Tea with at least two or three tablespoons of sugar if it wasn’t their sweet tooth speaking out of themselves. Slightly chuckling you sat down on one of the Students Desks to start grading. You could simply work better on one of these as on one of the Teachers Desks. They just seemed too tall and too uncomfortable for your liking.

,,What is that?" Curious you turned around. ,,What's what, Professor?" He rolled his eyes as he heard the name you used. ,,On my desk."

,,I made cookies for you." As he continued to stare at you, you began to explain it to him. ,,I made some chocolate chip cookies, cinnamon ones and some plain ones. I know you like pumpkin so I bought some special cookie cutters at Hogsmead last week." Smiling you went up to the box, opened it up for him and showed him the small pumpkin shaped cookies.

,,See? Do you want to try some?" With caution he carefully took one and bit the half of it off. Waiting for his reaction as he chewed then putting the box aside and going back to your seat. ,,Do you like them?" He still kept chewing.

,,Actually- yes." A small smile made it's way across his lips and he ate the other half too.

,,I really hoped so." Sitting back down you waited until your Cup of Tea which now flew towards you sat in front of you. Severus always made the best tea.

Grading the last Homework you walked over to Severus huge Library Wall only to take the Book you used to read in the Daily. With butterflies in your chest you continued to read the few last pages of the book. You only had one third of the book left and by all means you wouldn't want to lose your tradition. So it happened that you started to reread the pages twice so you would have to spend more time with him or just in his chambers. Actually it’d only take you around 3 days to finish this big book but you didn’t wanted your shared time to end. The time has passed so quickly that you could feel how your body resisted to leave as it was time for dinner.

,,Are you coming with me for Dinner today?“ Severus just smiled. He was already done with his Papers and laid aside the Newspaper he just began to read.

,,Sure.“ He said only to follow you. He told you about something that had happened in his class today and about what he just read in the Newspaper.

,,No way!“ You Laughed grabbing his Arm in disbelief. ,,Imagine this happening to you- Merlin!“ Now he had to chuckle as well. He could make you laugh louder than anyone else. His dry Humor was just the best. After Dinner he walked you to your Chambers and you thanked him as always.

,,Good night, Severus. I see you at Breakfast.“ He put on a slight smile.

,,I´ll see you at Breakfast.“ His dark silhouette faded in the corridors and so did you in your chambers.

The weeks until Christmas was just a few days ago were just stressful. You and Severus almost never talked and just worked which was kind of tiring you but you knew as closer as Christmas was around as closer was the Relief of all this Stress. After Lunch you planned to head straightly back to Hagrid helping him taking care of new magical Creatures he cared for. The small Bowtruckles were new here in this Region and you were too eagerly happy to get a chance to study them and present them in your classes next year. After downing your Tea you wanted to say goodbye to Severus before leaving but he stopped you at the end of the great hall.

,,Um err- would you mind meeting me later in my chambers? I've got something for you and - err- maybe I can cook dinner for us.“ Severus nervously stuttered while hiding his face with parts of his hair. He always made pauses while talking but you could tell he was acting a little bit shy and nervous. Smiling you nodded in agreement. That’s be a great opportunity to give him his Christmas Present you just finished.

,,I'll be there by 8." He quickly left your side in his well known manner. With his flying cape, showing off his presence. As he was gone and you couldn't hear his footsteps anymore you began to notice how red you turned. Your whole face was warm and your heart flattered. That always happened when Severus is near you. You had to admit, you like him. More than just a regular coworker. More than a friend. Maybe that's why you hurried the whole day to be there perfectly on time in front of his Chambers. Your heartbeat crawled up into your head and your hand was slightly shaking. Nervously you fixed your hair one last time and knocked ever so slightly.

,,Come in.." Severus quickly opened the door. ,,Please, come in." He tried his best to smile warm-hearted but you could see him being nervous again.

,,Good evening." He kept his Head low. You'd love to see his face.

,,Good evening , how are you?“ The both of you talked about your day and silently took a seat on the couch after finishing the smalltalk. The warmth of the Cabin reached you to the armchair. Severus sat across of you and began to rumble with his words.

,,I - Yesterday I went to Hogsmeade. I had to get some books and ingredients. And erm I - I came across the jewellery store and uh something catched my eye. I bought it for you." You felt your cheeks glow again. Severus stood up to grab a small package from above the cabin. For you?

,,But Severus- you didn't have to." Flustered you accepted the package as he handed it to you.

,,But it's almost Christmas and I really wanted to get you something." He almost whispered. With slightly shaking hands you opened it up. A small silver Hair needle fell into your hands. It was very pretty handcrafted and at the top was a green stone. It looked like it belong to a Slytherin and you couldn't help but smile. It was the prettiest thing you have gotten since a long time and it really made your heart flatter. The beautiful silver and the pretty green made it look like it belonged to someone royal.

,,It's so pretty." You looked up to his curious eyes. ,,Thank you so much , Sev. I don't know what to say." Small tears formed in the corner of your eyes and you couldn't help but cover your mouth while looking at the beautiful accessory. The Stone seemed to shine because of the dim light from the cabin. He really got something for you.

,,You like it?" Severus asked and his nervousness faded.

,,I love it." With a bright smile you stood up and fell into his arm. Crossing your arms around his neck and thanking him a million times. As you slightly let go of him you looked at him joking. ,,But you know those aren't my house colours right?" Again he smiled.

,,I know. I - I wanted to give you something that uh reminds you of me." Your smile faded and now the first tears started to roll down your face. It was such a thoughtful gift with a great meaning. You couldn't remember getting such a thoughtful and nice gift ever before.

,,Is everything okay,dear?" He hasty insured while checking your face.

,,Yes." You took a deep breath. ,,Yes. I will just dearly miss you over the holidays." He softly cupped the side of your arms and petted them before pulling you close again. This Time you could directly listen to his heartbeat. It was the first time he hugged you. You always hugged him but he never tried to hug or touch you.

,,I'll miss you too, I guess." He said almost cooing. ,,But maybe we can meet sometime? I mean only if your schedule allows and you're willing to-"

,,I'd love that, Sev." Now he pushed you away a few inches to look into your face. Your Tears already have stopped now by the feeling of being flustered taking over.

,,Sev?" He asked now.

You chuckled. ,,I think that's a cute nickname." You stated and he couldn't help himself but smile as well. He liked it too. ,,Are you ready for your Present?“ As you sat down again , took out the present of your small bag you began to nervously smooth out the edges of your wrapping paper. ,,I feel like I should have get you something else after receiving your gift." Embarrassed you turned red and handed it to him. But Severus didn’t mind, excited he opened it up. After holding it in his hands he began to smile widely. A black scarf which- for once- matched his height and wasn’t way too short like the regular ones.

,,Did you made it yourself?" He asked after noticing his small initials stitched into the fabric as he brushed over them with his fingertips.

You nodded. ,,Yes.“ Smiling he moved closer to you and pulled you into a hug. ,,That's the best thing I've ever gotten." He admitted and enjoyed being close to you in this intense Moment.

,,I'm glad you think so." Feeling relief you noticed how short your breath has gotten by now. What’d you give to be even closer to him by now. Seconds passed and you didn’t let go of him, you simply didn’t dared to. The Moment he’d let go of you, you’d miss his touch instantly. But when his tall hands slowly stroked over your back you didn’t felt like he’d want to let go as well.

A loud knock made you both tear apart. Scared you looked back to Severus. He looked as confused as you did.

,,Enter.“ Grabbing your Wand you got up, walking together with Severus to the door to see who interrupted you.

Hagrid almost tripped into the Chambers. ,,Ms. YLN, here you are. I need ya help! It’s about the Babies.“ He looked so panicked and your heart almost ripped apart but you just gave Severus a quick smile.

,,I´m sorry, I erm it’s urgent. .. I uh can be back in an hour. Is that alright?“ He quickly nodded and by that Hagrid grabbed your Hand to rush after him. Following this Giant Man you sighed. There was no worse timing right now. He pulled you right out of your Bubble of being close to Severus.

,,What happened to them?“ You asked him as he continued to hurry towards his hut.

,,Somethin´ in da forbidden Forrest bid them. Dunno know what to do!“ Pressing your Lips together you thought about Spells which could help you. If they were so small it could quickly be too late for any help if they didn’t got the right help. Quickly running to the small Baby Bowtruckle laying on Hagrids Table you inspected their wounds.

,,Shh, it’s okay. Let me have a look.“ The tiny leg was bent in weird directions and a small bite was visible. Taking out your wand you quickly healed the wound and took care of the small lad.

,,Do you have an idea what could’ve bitten them?“ Hagrid just shook his head. Sighing you let the Bowtruckles walk over your hand.

,,I can take them with me. It’s not the same like the forrest but they could grow up being safe.“ Hagrid helped you bringing them to your classroom before you quickly hurried back to Severus. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too mad.

Knocking you flattened the wrinkles on your dress. Severus opened the Door rather slow. He nervously scratched his head. His black hair was now tucked behind one of his ears.

,,I wasn’t expecting you to be back so quickly. Or to return at all.“ He admitted and you could already smell the Dinner he was cooking.

,,It was about the Bowtruckles I told you about. I brought them to my Classroom. Now I’m all yours, I promise.“ He let you slide inside and as you watched his movements you noticed that he was as flustered as you were.

,,If you want to you can keep reading until I’m done cooking?“ His Insecurities were still visible but as you smiled at him his tension faded.

,,Sure.“ Approving his idea you made your way to his living room as he continued cooking. As you watched him buzzing around in his kitchen from afar you opened your hair to adjust the hair needle he gifted you earlier. It fitted perfectly. A lot of hair needles were to short for your long yhc Hair but this one could hold everything in place easily and made you feel like a princess. You walked over to the mirror on the wall to look at your hair. You really liked it more this way. He got you the perfect present. Happy about the present you sadly realised how you forgot to bring your present for him at your chamber. You knitted him a scarf because you noticed how he never had one besides him. The green and black matching the house he was the head of.

,,You truly are beautiful." You slightly got scared as you didn't noticed how he stepped behind you. Your cheeks directly became red again. ,,Thank you.“ He took the Book from the top of the shelf where he lastly placed it only to put it in your Hands.

,,I´ll try to hurry.“ He assured before heading back to the kitchen.

If your students would hear his voice right now they would highly doubt it was him. His usual demanding voice now was low and casual and by that he went into the kitchen. Sitting down on his Armchair you could sometimes hear him mutter some small words like ,Fucking garlic' or something else which made you smile even more.

Who would have thought that you would sit on his Armchair on a peaceful night , reading a book as he was cooking for the both of you? It was almost like a date. Well actually that wasn't true. It felt like the future you wished so deeply for as a kid. The only difference was that you imagined it to be your husband but you didn't mind it being Severus. You knew he would never feel the same as you do. It was okay. It truly was. Sometimes you wished you could show him some affection- but he wouldn't like it. Being friends - which was obviously a huge step to make - was totally enough. You could hide your feelings if you had to. Having a good friend was all you ever asked for so you shouldn't bother yourself or even him with feelings who could ruin it all in a minute.

,,In 10 Minutes Dinner will be ready." He loudly announced from the kitchen. Surprised you looked up. He still hurried around the kitchen. Slowly you turned back a few pages. As you were lost inside your thoughts you couldn't remember what you just have had read. Putting a small paper in the book between the pages and closing it you had to sigh. Soon it will be Christmas and it would be your third one in Hogwarts. Maybe Severus would be here? Lost in your thought you walked over the kitchen where you spotted Severus opening some Wine. His arms pulled the cork without any sign of effort.

He scanned my face with his eyes and then made his way over to the oven where he pulled out some casserole. It smelled like heaven and soon the whole kitchen had it in the air. His movements made your Thoughts wander. His Arms were so strong- you never seemed to notice before.

,,Whats on your mind?“ Carefully he added a few last ingredients to the food as he pulled you out of your thoughts.

,,I erm was wondering how you celebrate Christmas?“ You lied blushing as he caught you thinking about him.

,,Actually I don't celebrate it. I don't celebrate anything." Shocked you now looked at him.

,,Not even your Birthday?" He shook his head which made his hair whip.

,,Not even my Birthday."

,,Severus! Who hurt you?" He had to laugh about your unbelievable expression. While pulling out a chair for you.

,,There's no sense in celebrating alone." Severus simply stated, pushing your chair slightly towards the table.

,,Thanks.“ Mumbling you thought about this nonsense. ,,Of course it is! I do it too." You added.

,,Then how do you celebrate it?" He now asked curiously and looked at you sitting down across of you.

,,I always celebrated it with my Family but since I work at Hogwarts I just.. spend it alone. Anyways firstly I get all the presents for everyone and make sure they arrive at the right place. Then I get a Christmas tree and decorate it. Afterwards I bake some cookies and in the evening I sit down to read a book and eat all those cookies. As simple as that." As you finished you expected him to say something but he kept on listening to you. ,,It sounds a little bit sad but it isn't that bad. I uh I try to enjoy my own company." Severus felt a little bit of pity. He knew you are really attached to other people and knowing you spend days which are important to you alone made his heart sink. He simply knew too well how being alone feels like.

,,As I already said, I uh would love to see you.“ He tried to uplift the Mood and placed some Food on your Plates. Nodding you thanked him. ,,I can’t wait.“ You admitted again and held up your Glas of wine.

,,Thank you for cooking for us and thank you for your present.“ He copied your movements and you slightly pushed your Glasses together. After you both took small sips from your wine you began to dine. His eyes always made sure you weren't spitting it out or something but actually you haven't had any reason for it.

,,It's really delicious. I never knew you were such a great cook?“ He chewed up and answered chuckling.

„I haven’t cooked for you before. Or anyone in general, so how would you know?“ You joined his chuckles and took a sip of wine again. As you tried to stretch your legs a little bit you accidentally touched his leg. Instantly his glance got up to yours and you pulled back your legs. It was like a small electric shock. A good one indeed.

,,S-Sorry." Blushing you locked my eyes with your plate. Your heart was pumping so fast you couldn't taste anything of the food in your mouth anymore. Your nerves got foggy and your hands numb. Carefully you pushed around some broccoli on your plate. You liked touching his leg but he did he too? Did you reveal yourself? Carefully looking up he did the same thing you did a few seconds ago. Moving around some veggies on his plate. Was he bored of you? You didn’t knew. The air filled with so much tense it got harder to breathe. Biting on your lip you got an idea. It would cost some courage but it wasn't impossible to do. If it would fail you could simply excuse yourself by it being an accident but right now you had to know how he'd react. Laying down the silverware silently you carefully stretched out your leg towards his.

Now your legs were touching and you didn't dare to look up. The silence thickened and as it almost got too much he laid down the silverware himself and put one of his hands on your knee. Too excited your breaths got irregular and you could feel his heat storming through your body. With his thumb he started to draw small circles on your leg and as he continued for a while you looked up to him. Your face was probably fully blushed but he didn't seem to care. His dark eyes which have never looked this dark locked with yours. His expression didn't reveal anything. Was he enjoying it? Was he doing it because he thought it was what you wanted? Well, it was what you wanted but he just isn't the type of guy who'd do anything just because he think you’d expect it. Slowly his hand started to wander. A few millimetres upwards and you almost couldn't help yourself. Your thoughts wandered to things you could never say out loud. Imagining his fingers on places of your body you usually only touch myself.

As you realised how shaky your breath left my throat you grabbed your Glas of wine and flushed it all down. A small smirk appeared on his face.

,,Some more?" Quickly you nodded. You´d say yes to anything he would ask you to right now. He had the full control over you, you thought. How could a simple man make you so weak within seconds?

,,Want to continue this on the couch?“ Quick your legs pushed yourself up from the chair and you walked over to the living room. Not being able to answer him with your words. The whole Situation just became more interesting than you firstly anticipated beforehand. The mood has completely changed. There was something else in the air which you haven't felt before that intensive. Severus again opened another bottle of wine and now sat down directly next to you. He never did that. Usually there was atleast one pillow size distance between you or he sat in his Armchair. But now his legs touched yours and his arm touched yours as he leaned forward to the desk to reach for our glasses.

,,Thanks." You whispered and you felt like as if this wasn't anything you could dream of. The smell of his Aftershave filled your nose and the fabric of his trousers against your bare knees got you shaking. Silently you drank the first glass in silence. But at our second Glas he laid his hand on your leg. Not on your knee. On your Leg. Right before the fabric of your skirt started to hide your skin. Did he knew what he did to you? Could he feel your heartbeat? Could he feel your butterflies?

Closing your eyes I felt the alcohol hitting your nerves. It wouldn't take much to make you drunk but right now you felt like you would need every drip of any type of alcohol you could possibly get. Carefully you moved your head to your side to look at his face. He softly swung his wine in his hand and drank it too. His pink small lips cupped the Glas corner and his hair flew a few inches back as he put his head into his neck and drank up. As he stood his Glas back down you wanted to be more offensive. He seemed to be interested, you thought. Slowly and with my glance on the cabin you widened your neckline to reveal more of my chest. His eyes hushed over to see what you were doing. Slowly, torturing slowly you revealed a small part of your throat. Continuing you showed him more and more. His hand on your leg clutched his fingers a little bit stronger into your flesh. You continued until you almost revealed your bra. As you looked over to him now he smiled slightly.

,,You're beautiful." He whispered. ,,I can only repeat myself.“ Slowly you pushed your weight a little bit up to sit down on his lap. His Hands instantly guided you. Making sure you were comfortable. Now you could hear his irregular breath as well.

,,I really like you, Severus." You admitted as you hugged him closely again. His Hands again rubbed your back and as you felt him stiffen under you you almost inaudible moaned. Hoping instantly this wasn’t the day he’d break your heart by telling you to back off.

,,The last few months uh I felt like I was acting like a freak and it took me some time until I understood that I maybe just got confused by something. Or someone." You now stopped in your tracks to look at him again.

,,Someone?" You asked.

,,You." His cheeks were red. ,,I really like you." He didn't knew where his courage came from but he knew it was the right time to finally admit it.

,,Really?“ You couldn't move out of fear of scaring him and his feelings away. Your heart beat so hard you feared he could see it banging from your chest. Did he really just say that? Or did the wine you had at dinner fogged your senses. Did he really just admit that to you?

,,You Don't have to feel the same but I wanted to let you know that i like you more than just friends.“ As he intended to back up a little bit you quickly moved towards him and pressed your lips against his. In your chest was a firework exploding and butterflies from the night escaping to your stomach. Softly he kissed you back and put his hands on your hips where they used to rest until the kiss was paused so the both of you could catch some air.

,,I like you too. More than just friends“ You whispered smiling.

His lips brushed against your earlobe. The words he spoke made your emotions going even more crazy. You could scream out of tension, happiness and even more out of lust. Being this close to him made you go crazy. You wanted to have Sex with him all night and at the same time you felt like this was an even more intimate Moment than you ever had before.

,,Would you like to stay for the night?" His raspy dark voice sounded like it just got even darker than before.

,,I’d love to.“ And again his Lips touched yours. Slowly and more passionate this time. The Night continued in more and more Intimacy. The Both of you wouldn’t spent Christmas alone this year nor the following ones.

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sleepysnk · 3 years

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yaaaaaaaay, i'm back! i'm so glad requests are open once again🥺 could I request a one shot male!hanji x reader where she surprises him in his office like two minutes before the highups come in for a meeting and she stays under the table giving him a bj and as soon as they leave the room, she takes her panties and rides him until he comes inside of her? i'm sorry this is really specific, i just thought about it the other day and i just really like the way u write! thank you so much 🥺 also if it's too much that's totally fine

omg my Male Hanji anon! good to see you love! you can ofc get this scenario ;). i hope you enjoy! ♡

Male!Hanji x Fem!Reader: Quickie

Warnings: NSFW

(Y/N) sat waiting on her boyfriends desk. It had been a long day, and she wanted to surprise him to make him feel better. Hanji had been having a pretty stressful week once again, and he needed the time to relax.

She was aware of how stressed her boyfriend was. She couldn't blame him. With everything going on everyone was practically stressed at this point. She just wanted to give him a little special treat to help him relax, and to cloud his mind from all the stressful thoughts.

Hanji came to his office and saw (Y/N) sitting on his desk with just a bra and underwear on. He was a bit shocked, but who was he to complain?

"Hey baby" she said and walked up to him.

Hanji smiled and pulled her close to him. "Well hello to you too princess.." he said and gave her a kiss on the lips.

She smiled. "I was just thinking about surprising you. You've been so stressed lately" she said and put her arms around his neck.

He chuckled. "Yeah I have, and I appreciate the surprise, but I have a meeting. It's gonna have to wait for a bit babe" he said and went towards his desk.

(Y/N) was a bit disappointed that she had to wait. She had been very needy herself, and she just wanted him to rip her clothing off already. She followed him as he sat down in front of his desk.

"Not even a quickie?" she asked and nodded.

Hanji looked up at her. "These are higher-ups coming in (Y/N). If I get caught with you, I'll get in trouble" he replied and shifted a bit.

She walked around his chair in a teasing manner. "Come on.. baby I know how badly you've been wanting me" she said and ran her hands along his chest.

He couldn't help but get hard at what she was doing, she looked so sexy in her bra and underwear. "Get under the desk" he said and looked at her.

(Y/N) crawled under his desk and positioned herself between his legs. "I knew you'd crack" she said and laughed a bit.

She helped him unbuckle his pants. His cock was twitching already, and he needed to be freed from it. (Y/N) took out his cock, and began to stroke his slowly. This caused a groan to rumble in his throat.

That's when a knock came from the door. "Section Commander? Are you here?" Moblit asked from the other side.

He pushed her head and shifted closer to his desk. "Y-Yes! I'm here.. come in" he replied and looked down at his girlfriend.

She heard the door open and a footsteps enter. "Great to see you Hanji" Pixis said and sat down in the chair.

He gulped as he felt (Y/N)'s hot tongue against his shaft. "Good to see you as well" he replied and tried his best to remain calm.

(Y/N) found it quite amusing that her boyfriend was shifting so much from her touch. She was teasing him, and she noticed it was bothering him.

"So let's talk about these plans shall we?" Erwin said and looked around at everyone.

Hanji couldn't help but let his mind wander from what was being talked about, (Y/N) was doing so well, and he just wanted the meeting to end already. He was for sure going to take her once everyone left the room.

"I'm in full support of this mission, it is necessary for humanities victory against the titans" Pixis said and looked around the table.

(Y/N) began to bob her head against his cock. She stroked it as she swirled her tongue along the tip, causing Hanji to jolt a bit. His eyes wandered down to where was under his desk, her (e/c) eyes wide as she continued to suck him off. The sight alone was making him go crazy.

"Hanji? Is there anything you would like to add?" Erwin asked and broke him out of his thoughts.

He blinked. "U-Um yes! Our plan is to keep training Eren Jaeger with his hardening ability" he replied.

He couldn't help but feel so hot.

"Are you alright? You seem quite off right now" Pixis asked and furrowed his brows.

He shook his head. "Yes I'm fine! Ah- I'm okay" Hanji replied and shifted a bit.

Pixis looked back at Erwin and continued discussing things with him. Hanji shoved his hand down to (Y/N)'s head and forced his cock down her throat.

This caused her to gag a bit.

"What was that?" Erwin asked and furrowed his brows.

Hanji looked up and nodded. "I'm not sure, I heard it too" he replied and tried his best to seem convincing.

Pixis and Erwin seemed a bit weirded out, but went back to their conversation. The way her throat felt around his cock made him go crazy, he wanted to do that again, but she almost got caught.

"Alright Hanji... we will talk later. Thank you for listening" Erwin said and stood up.

"Of course Erwin" he replied and gave a smile.

He watched as Pixis and Erwin both exited his office. As soon as the door closed, he pulled (Y/N)'s arm making her stand up.

"Let's go. Now." he said and pulled her into his bedroom.

She smirked as he pushed her onto his bed. "I put on quite the show" she said and removed her bra and underwear.

Hanji removed his clothes quickly. "You thought it was funny huh? You almost got me caught (Y/N)... that's not very funny" he said and opened her legs.

He noticed how wet she was. "So beautiful.." he said and positioned himself at her entrance.

With one swift motion he entered her. (Y/N) cried out in pleasure, and gripped at the sheets as he thrusted into her quickly. Hanji was already getting close since he had received head earlier.

"H-Hanji!" (Y/N) yelled as he thrusted into her pussy.

Hanji leaned down to her face. "You like that? Tell me how good it is baby.." he whispered as he nipped at her ear.

She felt her body shiver at his words. "It feels so good!" she cried out.

He gripped her thighs and began to become a bit sloppy. He knew his was getting close, he was twitching inside of her. (Y/N) was beginning to feel that knot in her stomach, she was close herself.

Hanji ran his hand down to play with her clit. This sent a fire burning over her stomach. "I'm going to-" she was cut off by her orgasm.

She felt her legs shake, and sparks of ecstasy dance across her stomach. Hanji felt her walls clench around him, and he felt his own orgasm hit him hard. She felt his cum shoot into her.

The two lied there for a few moments trying to catch their breaths. "So do you feel relaxed yet?" she asked.

He smirked. "Yes... but theres more where that came from. Let's have a shower" he replied and stood up.

(Y/N) blinked but followed him into the bathroom anyway.

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mollydollydreams · 3 years

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Thinking about cnc today but like...in a soft way...not super violent, just...coercive. You're not gonna throw me down while I kick and scream, but you won't have to, because I'm so scared that you might do that or something else that I just do what you say. Then I thought of a scenario but it got somewhere between the two...

I just moved into my own place and you're a friendly older neighbour living across the street. I'm kind of small and not that strong, and you see me through the window struggling to set everything up by myself. After a long day I'm sweaty and tired and hop in the shower, washing myself off, but I totally forgot that I dont have curtains or blinds yet - you can see me stand there oblivious with my back to the window, water spilling over my butt, and you feel yourself get hard. You quickly turn your lights out and take out the zoom lens on your phone, and begin filming me massage the shower cream into various parts of my body. You think how soft I must feel, and begin to stroke yourself, imagining sliding your cock between my butt cheeks. I turn around, facing the window, and absent mindedly rub shower cream on my chest. I begin to touch my nipples a little. You wouldn't really be able to slide your cock between my tits, you think, they're too small. But that's not an issue for you and you keep jerking off as you see me slide one hand below my belly button.

Suddenly you see me make a shocked face as I duck out of the way of the window, then peek round the window frame to see if anyone is around. You laugh to yourself as I dont seem to have seen you, but you get a little frustrated that you didn't get to see more. You rewatch your recorded clip and wish you could have got more detail, so you find some videos of girls who look like me to finish yourself off.

You see me the next day carrying some large bags out of a taxi. I'm not doing a very good job at keeping hold of them, and something small and pink falls out of one. You decide now is a great moment to take a walk, and go outside. You see a light switch flicker on inside, confirming my location, and quickly snatch the item on the ground to put in your pocket. You walk quickly round the block then return home to take a closer look at your find.

Little pink panties, with a Hello Kitty motif and hearts printed all over, lacy edges and a bow in the middle. You feel your cock twitch again and inspect the fabric. You rub it between your fingers - it's soft and smooth, and you imagine what it must feel like covering my pussy. You're getting hard again. You pull and stretch at them, visualising the size of my hips and butt. You look out of the window, but by now I've put my curtains up and you cant see anything. You feel a little resentful - you want to have what you're craving. You put the panties down, put your phone down next to them playing the video of me in the shower, and jerk off hard and fast. You keep your cock pointed at my panties and imagine me in them, so that when you cum you shoot your load all over them, covering them in you.

You dont see much of me for a couple of days. Then you see a truck pull up outside my place - it's a furniture brand. A man gets out of the driver's seat and takes some large flat boxes out of the truck to place by my front door, and you see me open the door to let him in. I look tiny next to him and it's obvious I could never carry them inside by myself, so you see the man pick the boxes up again and take them inside. You take a look at my miniskirt and cami top. The delivery man leaves and you see him looking too. The truck leaves; you decide to be a good neighbour and come say hello. You want to see me more closely.

You knock and wait for me to answer. I open the door, looking a little confused, tucking my hair behind my ear. Already flustered - perfect, you think. You look down at me, realising you can see the outline of my nipples. You introduce yourself and explain that you live across the street, and that you just thought you'd say hi...but wasn't that truck from that furniture place? And dont you have to put those things together yourself? I half heartedly reply that yes it is, and I'm about to put it together so I should really go. You interrupt me to joke that that must be why I look so flustered and ask what it is, and I nervously reply that it's just some shelves. You say you can put that together for me in no time if I'd like. I look a little more nervous and make an excuse that I dont want you to go to any trouble, and begin to back away. You ask if I'm sure, and step forward. I begin to reply and close the door a little, and you know I'm not going to say yes, so you step right in and push the door back at me, stating you just cant leave that work to a young delicate lady such as myself.

I'm visibly stunned but smile a little and slowly close the door behind me. You ask where it all is and I carefully step past you to lead you to the correct room - as I do, you catch my strawberry and vanilla scent, and you watch my butt as you follow behind me. I gesture into a room and you look inside to see it's a bedroom. Not much is set up, but theres a large bed covered in plushies, a dresser covered in makeup and nail polishes, some of those bags of clothing earlier are spilling open with all kinds of skirts and lacy things falling out. Your bedroom, I ask, and I seem embarrassed as I nod.

"Nothing to be shy about," you say. "I'll help you out. Just think of me as your daddy."

As you're working on the shelves, im hovering by the door looking nervous the whole time. You maneuver yourself to "accidentally" knock a screwdriver over towards me and under a chair behind me, and ask if I could grab it for you. I think for a moment before crouching to get it, but it's gone a little too far under. You see me struggle to lean under the chair to pick it up while holding my skirt in place, but the screwdriver is too far and my skirt is too short. You catch a glimpse of two soft folds underneath heart print panties, before it disappears under my skirt again. I resurface looking a little red and come back to hand you the screwdriver - your fingers clasp mine as you take it and thank me. Nearly done, you assure me. At this point I'm more embarrassed about bending over in front of you than I am about leaving a grown man alone in my bedroom, and leave to wait in the lounge.

You finish the shelves in a few minutes, and hear me rustling through some things down the hall. You take a moment to open my drawers and see more character print panties, little pink bras, and cute socks. You bite your lip to collect yourself and call me into the room - I look relieved to see the shelves fully built. You ask me where I want them and push them against the wall where I pointed, easily lifting the furniture and pushing it into place. You turn around to see me smile and relax a little, and thank you for your help.

"Its no problem," you say, looking at me with the bed behind me. You look me up and down and think about pushing me backwards onto it. Casually, you step to the side a little, towards the door. I step closer to you, thinking you're leaving, but you stop and turn around again. "I hope we'll get on well as neighbours then?"

I'm a little surprised. "O-of course! Really appreciate the help!"

You take another step to the side, standing between me and the door, and I stop smiling. You casually close the door and turn back towards me. "Oh, I almost forgot." I take a step back.

I look nervous again, but smile a tiny bit. It's as if I'm trying to convince myself you still mean something innocent. "What is it?"

"Well," you start. You take your phone out of your pocket. "It's just...I thought you should know that I could see into your bathroom the other day."

You show me the video of my shower and my eyes widen. I step back and stutter a little.

"Now dont worry, theres no need to be scared," you say. "Its just you ought to be more careful. It can be dangerous and I'm just letting you know so you can take better care in future." My eyes dart around the room. "What if this got out?"

Now I look terrified and I'm shaking my head. I flinch and whimper as you firmly touch my face and grasp my jaw. "You dont want it to get out, right?"

"N-n-no..."

"Of course not," you say, slipping your phone back into what space is left in your pocket after you've gotten hard. "Now...I'll keep it safe for you. I told you I'd look out for you didn't I? And to think of me as your daddy." You keep hold of my jaw with one hand and begin to u buckle your belt with the other. My eyes well up a little and I stutter something again.

"Shhh it's okay. I'm just going to ask you a favour, since I did you a favour." Your cock is fighting your underwear for freedom and I whisper, "please no..."

You pat your pocket where your phone is. "Then I'll have to post this on the internet. Do you want that? I could find your family. I could send it to your parents." I'm whimpering quietly. "So you're going to do what I tell you then?"

I weakly nod. "What was that?" you ask.

"...Yes."

"Good girl." You let go of my jaw. The second you do, I try to dart under your arm and towards the door, but you step in front of me. I look up at you and you shake your head at me. "Keep your promises."

I step back and stand still, and you let your cock spring free. I look scared as you begin to stroke your length and look me up and down.

"Take off that top, wont you? I wanna see your cute little tits again."

I seem to have resigned myself to doing as you ask. Eyes downcast, I awkwardly pull at it, then pull it up and over my head. Your breathing gets heavier as you see my exposed nipples, and before I can do anything with my top, you hold your hand out expectantly. I'm confused for a moment so you gesture at what I'm holding, and I reluctantly hand you my cami. You sniff it before throwing it on the bed behind me.

"Now your panties."

I bend over as little as possible and shyly remove my panties, my hair falling into my face. You hold your hand out again and this time I already know what to do. You hold it to your face and breathe deeply, then lick the patch that was just touching my pussy. You begin to leak precum as you touch yourself. You look at me standing with my head lowered, bangs in my eyes, crossing my knees under my little plaid skirt, trying to hide my nipples with my hair and hands. You lift my chin to look at my face, and tell me, "Sit on the bed."

You step forward and I instinctively step back, falling backwards onto the bed. I clutch at my skirt to keep it from showing anything as you kneel down in front of me, between my ankles. I move backwards, as far as I can to get away from you, but reach the wall and my collection of teddybears and plushies. You laugh a little and keep slowly jerking yourself.

"Now spread those legs sweetie."

For a moment I dont move.

"Or do I have to push them?"

I slowly move my feet to the side, keeping my knees together, still holding my skirt down with one hand and covering my chest with the other. You smirk at my embarrassment and look expectantly until I move my knees apart too. I push my skirt down over my pussy.

"Now lift up your skirt. Let me see."

A tear rolls down my face as I slowly and reluctantly clutch at my skirt, lifting it just high enough for you to see my bald pussy. You let out a low growl.

"Keep your legs like that," you tell me, smirking and using your precum to lube your cock. "Now daddy needs you to take your hand off your tits and use both hands to hold onto your skirt."

I uncover my nipples and clutch the hem of my skirt, instinctively pulling it a little lower.

"Pull it higher again. Now hold onto it tight and let me take a look."

I hold tighter and you bring a hand between my legs. I whimper and flinch as you touch my lips, spreading a drop of wetness as you run your finger slowly up and down.

"Legs wider." I whimper again and try to force myself to obey, spreading my legs more. It's just enough that my lips part and you can see just how pink I am. You unintentionally buck your hips up and into your hand as you keep stroking your huge cock, and gently touch my pussy and clit with your other hand. You look at me, scared and shaking. You poke one finger inside and listen to me gasp as you slowly rub the inside of my pussy. My legs snap closer again but you stop stroking yourself and hold my knee in place.

"You're very wet there," you say, leaning a little closer. "Keep still." You put in another finger and I let out a tiny sound, somewhere between a whimper and a moan. Your cock twitches with excitement and you lean over me to lick my tits, wet lines from the bottom of my tiny breast up to the nipple and down again, then the same on the other side. You can hear and feel me quivering with fear. You sit back again to look at me.

"Dont be scared, sweetie. You're gonna love it."

You take both my wrists in one hand, pin them above my head, spread my pussy open with your other hand and begin to slide your cock up and down over my lips and clit. You move down and push the tip of your cock into me. You moan and growl at how tight and wet and warm I am, moving a tiny bit. You use both hands to spread my legs apart and push your way in further as I make more of my little noises. You begin to slide in and out, slowly, making sure I feel every inch of every thrust as fully as possible. You feel me get wetter and hotter around your cock. I begin to try to cover myself with my hands again so you lift my ankles onto your shoulders and hold both my wrists either side of my head, looking down at me as you fuck me. My little tits bounce and I cant move at all, as you fuck me a little faster, a little harder, a little faster again. My noises are getting a little loud so you clamp your hand over my mouth. "Shhhhh...this is your favour for me, remember?" You keep going and after a while move your hand to my butt, holding me in place as you pound into me. I turn my head to the side and you bring your hand back up to hold my jaw and make me look you in the eye.

"I'm gonna cum," you say. "I'm gonna cum so hard all inside you, you're gonna be full up of me."

I close my eyes and you kiss me forcefully, pushing your tongue into my mouth and onto mine. The force of your kiss keeps my head in place, your hands hold my wrists in place, and the force of your thrusts and the sheer weight of you leaves no room for me to move at all. I have no choice but to feel you growl and moan into my mouth as you tighten your grip on me and empty your load inside me, ramming up into my pussy and making sure I take it all.

As you calm, you look at me and smile again at my embarrassment. "Good girl," you say right into my ear. You sit back and stretch your neck a little, your cock still inside me. You pull out and watch your cum pour out of me and onto the back of my skirt.

"Good girl," you say again. You stand up and look at me as you put your boxers, jeans and belt back into place like nothing happened. You look at the shelves you built for me earlier, then back at me.

"Let me know if you need any more help," you say. You take your phone out of your pocket. "If not, I'll come back to check on you some time soon."

#fun concept though

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a poem for small things

by Admin 1 & 2

The time has come, the first proper post for this segment we’ve settled on calling a poem for small things, a nod toward BWL and its Korean title. Like we said in our call for submission post, this is supposed to be something like a place full of positivity for vminnies (and perhaps the occasional namjinist) where you (and us) can share whatever we’d like in connection to vmin, both as vmin and as Jimin and Tae the individuals, and have something to raise our mood and also strengthen our vminnie confidence. We’ve gotten several wonderful submissions and quickly realized that for this first post the theme is mostly how I became a vminnie, even if three submissions talk more about vmin moments they enjoy instead.

I think it’s a really interesting theme, especially since everyone’s story is different, and everyone seems to find something else about vmin that captured their attention and hearts so sharing these memories and experiences is a great way to start off this segment. We’ve said it many times before, though I don’t think you can say it enough times, but this bond that Jimin and Tae share is truly special and so one of a kind, it’s wonderful to see how we all relate to and resonate with it in our own way and find something in it that makes us fall in love with their loves, regardless if we see it as platonic or romantic love. Love is love after all. 95z is love.

For the order of these submissions, we’ll simply go in the order in which we’ve received them. Most of them came from anons, which is more than okay. We’ve also opened the possibility of submitting posts for those who would like to submit wordier posts/asks, should we do another edition of this. It all depends on how much you’ll enjoy it and if you’ll come through with more submissions that could be gathered for future posts.

Anyway, enough talking from our side, let’s dive into these submissions below the cut, shall we? Like we said in the original post (and demonstrated in the preview post), we’ll add some of our commentary and observations along the way, too.

From anon: This is going to be long winded story but Vmin is like a Serendipity to me. I've heard of BTS mainly from my hubby when he complains that times sq is packed because of BTS (when they’re in town and doing their rounds of morning shows). I knew they were very popular but it was a great surprise that i discovered them after watching ILand during lockdown. Their songs were great and i started playing their classics like Fire, DNA Fake Love etc. Then they did an appearance in the show...

I love how you heard about BTS because of your husband and Time Square being packed, this is honestly the most original and unique version of how I’ve come across BTS I’ve read over the years. Amazing!

I was drawn to Taehyung's beauty during their appearance in Iland. And my first Vmin ? moment was when Tae commented about being handsome and attractive are 2 things and being attractive weighs more - along those lines... then JM made a comment that its unfair that he's both and Tae was like Im talking about you... I went like ok he thinks JM is attractive- theyre good friends.... then Jimin did the FakeLove choreo and the camera focused on Tae and he had this wide smile...The Iland Tae/Jimin clips made me do a double take but I dismissed it since it was just only a few seconds worth of screen time but still...

I-Land vmin was really something else in both episodes.

Fun fact: I-Land was the first Korean survival show I’ve ever watched, mostly because it had something to do with BH and since it was streamed online with subs in real time. Unfortunately, my faves—Daniel and Taki—didn’t make it into ENHYPEN, though I’m happy that Taki will be in a future Japanese BH group.

But, going back to vmin, that moment with Jimin dancing FAKE LOVE and Tae looking at him with that boxy smile as though Jimin hung the stars in the sky? I melted, even if it was just one of those brief moments, yet still it’s so cute! And it was all over sns being shared by vminnies and non-vminnies alike. What a great time that was.

Then VMAs Dynamite perf happened- both Vmin looking good. I saw a lot of their promos especially the Jimmy Fallon interviews... and I noticed in hindsight how JF was so careful when referring to Jimin ... Since Tae was my first bias, I searched YT for Tae related content eventually saw in my YT feed Vmin moments. Theres a lot of Vmin content in YT or maybe the T*ek*ok ones didnt really register as extraordinary to me. But defo the Vmin moments were extraordinary to me,,,the BV4 sleeping together, kitchen role play & BV3 JM excited to see Tae and them holding hands and then Tae crying and then Tae's busking with Jimin cheering him on were all amazing to see. Up to this day this specific YT vid stood out to me first

I actually went to check what video this is, and also looked at the comments where my favorite was this one: The staff member went straight to Jimin to tell him V was crying. That's all you need to know. They’re not wrong with that one, are they? That is pretty telling. BV3 vmin were a work of wonder, truly. Jimin watching Tae sing that Sam Smith song during the dinner in the sky looking all soft and endlessly fond?

Jimin encouraging Tae to busk and gently petting his hair was just such a pure moment and showed how much Jimin appreciates Tae and the talent he has, how in moments when Tae might brush aside wanting to do something, is a little hesitant and unsure, Jimin will stand up for him and give him strength/encouragement, which reminds me of Tae’s vlive in April 2020 and the fact that Jimin had told him that he wants to be his source of strength. Beautiful. And it shows that it wasn’t just pretty yet empty words, but something he truly meant. They both do.

Then i came across vid trans of Friends & cried first time hearing it especially when it got to the part "One day when the cheer dies down, stay hey.." It felt raw and honest to me. Then there's MOT:E concert and that part in Dynamite where they bumped their heads seemed bizaare to me - i was like were they fighting? because JM looked really fierce(or maybe emotional) then i saw the close up. i couldnt remember the exact moment I became a Vminie but it made quarantine easier...

This, I’ve noticed, seems to be a recurring theme among quarantine ARMY and vminnies, the fact that becoming ARMY and vminnies made it easier, and it fits with what we’ve been saying about BTS for years: they will find you when you’ll need them most. And in these trying and uncertain times, it’s certainly proven true once again.

Thank you of much for your submission and sharing your story with us, and I’m glad they could make quarantine a little easier for you.

From anon: I've been following BTS on and off since BST, but only really consider myself a true fan late 2019. I can't recall having a bias at first, but I was captivated by Jimin's everything when I binge-watched all their content. I must admit, my first OTP is T*e/k*ok, where I fell down the route of considering Jimin 'an interfering 3rd party' in their relationship, and it shamed me. Since then I've been cycling through Jimin ships, namely yo*n/m*n, j*n/m*n, m*ni/m*ni, and I even thought that j*/k*ok was real at some point. Strangely, Vmin never struck me as something extraordinary. I don't want to blame anyone, but Vmin caught my eye after I watched official BTS content without filter (presumed bias/judgement) all in their glory. I realized that while other ships may go up-and-down as in one day there's a frenzy and another day quiet af, Vmin has been and is still going constant. That's what makes me love Vmin, and for the first time in my fandom life, I have no qualms about whether they are real or not. Their bond, whatever it is, is already precious and something to be cherished forever. Thank you for providing us vminies a special corner to speak up about our experience 💜

You’re very welcome! I hope you’ll like how this turned out as well. Thank you for sharing your story with us and personally I find it fascinating how, despite Jimin being the one who captivated you most at first, you still fell into the “he’s an interference for my ship” trap that’s quite popular with that particular ship. I’m glad though that that never ruined your love for Jimin. It’s also really interesting for me how you went through different Jimin ships yet it took you the longest time to notice vmin. I feel like, because vmin and vminnies are more “low key” than the other bigger and louder ships, as well as Tae and Jimin simply being quieter in their interactions (not always but you get the point) as compared to, for example, Jimin’s interactions with Hobi, Jungkook, or even Namjoon, it takes people a while to really notice them.

This is my favorite part of what you wrote, and I think it’s a great way to describe vmin in general and what makes them different from other ships in the grand scheme of things: I realized that while other ships may go up-and-down as in one day there's a frenzy and another day quiet af, Vmin has been and is still going constant.

From vminot7: So i fell into BTS hole after watching blood sweat and tears mv casually on youtube. Jimin immediately stole my attention with his unique voice, graceful moves and handsome features even though i didn’t know their names at that time. I watched more MVs and jimin continued to hold my attention but i was also extremely drawn to taehyung's voice and facial expressions. So i started looking for more content such as RUN BTS and other compilations and realized my love for all 7 of them. I also noticed how jimin always had a soft spot for taehyung and was curious about their dynamics. I started looking at more of vmin content and i was really surprised to see how in the early days they were nowhere near as soft with each other as they are now. I think they have a unique bond and i have never come across anything quite similar. Now vmin are both my biases and my bias wrecker is hoseok.

I admire jimin for being a hardworking, passionate perfectionist but also a caring soul who is always ready to offer love and comfort to people in need. I love taehyung for how he looks at the world in his unique ways and how he has a childlike awe for things and how he is so passionate over the things he loves. The thing i love about vmin together is how they are so different yet work so hard on their relationship when it would be easier to just not try that hard.

Ah, another mention of the queen that is Blood, Sweat and Tears. The MV truly is such a masterpiece so I’m not surprised that it caught your attention, and especially Jimin since he was…something else in that MV, or like Tae said, his eyes were temptation (this boy, I swear). Since you mentioned how in the first years they were nowhere near as soft with each other as they are now, I think watching their dynamic and relationship change and evolve over time showcases the one thing I think a lot of people (as well as movies and TV shows) forget or gloss over, despite it being so incredibly important: in order to make a relationship of any kind work, especially in order for it to grow as deep and strong as the one between all members and especially vmin, you need to put in the emotional work to make that happen. You have to make an effort, have to learn to understand the other person and teach them to understand you as well, learn to appreciate and love their little quirks and how to accept others. And it’s so clear that that’s what vmin did, continue to do, and it more than paid off in the long run. I’m glad you highlighted that in general but also as something you love about them.

While the overall bond between the members is a class of its own, I think especially what vmin have achieved is a whole masterclass in relationships and fostering strong ones, in and of itself. There is a lot I think we can learn from them and I’m so happy that people recognize how special they are.

Thank you so much for your submission!

From anon: There’s this small moments in Dear Class of 2020 that i just adore! I’ve watched it at least 20 times this past month

It starts with “Spring Day”- tae and jimin laugh and look at each other and it’s just so sweet!

Also, maybe it’s my delusional mind but after tae’s and jin’s small and adorable moment- it seemed that jimin did the same with junkook right after maybe out of i duuno if jealousy but like “pay attention to me too” kinda way- dont know really and maybe it’s me being extra🤷🏻‍♀️

I agree partially, in that Jimin watched Tae’s and Seokjin’s adorable moment, obviously must’ve thought of it as cute just like we did, and thought he could do the same with JK. I don’t think it had anything to do with jealousy, especially if we work off of the idea that vmin are a thing, but also because it’s a performance and these things primarily serve the purpose of being cute and entertaining use, in other words, it’s fanservice (which isn’t the evil word some portray it as). Also, within that same performance, Tae and Jimin actually sang some of the lyrics toward each other, therefore they, too, had a cute moment they shared with big smiles and everything, just like you mentioned.

But we’ve gotten to see much more of Tae’s friendship with Seokjin in 2020, and especially the second half, so it was really sweet to see them interact during that song. Their friendship and dynamic is really a beautiful one, just like JKs bond with Seokjin, which I feel we’ve also gotten to see more of in recent months. Part of me (and that part can very well be wrong) feels that perhaps once the members caught on to Seokjin feeling the way he said he did/does, they decided to give him an extra dose of love and affection, off camera but also on where we can see it. That isn’t to say that they didn’t show him any of that before, but maybe they increased the intensity a little, a reminder that Seokjin truly is loved, that he deserves all of this, that it’s just his imposter syndrome (or at least what sounds like it) lying to him.

I’m still so touched and moved by the fact that he trusted us enough to share his feelings with us, to gift us Abyss and how it came to be, and that Bang PD was on his side and coaxed him into pouring his feelings into music, even if it would be “bad”, that the fear of it potentially being “bad” shouldn’t hold him back (and Namjoon helping in even if just a tiny bit with the lyrics). It was one of those times where I feel like we were all reminded that regardless of our opinions of BH and their doings, the members are surrounded by kind people who have their best interest in mind. After all what’s good for Bangtan is also good for the company, a win-win for everyone.

…wow, okay, I kind of went off on a tangent, I’m sorry…

Either way , then we have “Mikrokosmos” where we have a sweet moment at their part and towards the end where they switch mic and hear each other

I love this performance overall and especially “spring day”- jin’s and j-hope’s lovely voices and of course tae’s!! This song fits them so well and all the members of course

Well this is my rent , i love your blog and always wait for another post! Also i love the new idea and look forward to it!

Thank you so much for your submission and for bringing up their Dear Class 2020 performance. It was a truly magical one, and after reading this the first time, I did go and watch it again. To this day I’d still very much like to know how and when and why the mic switch between vmin happened, and I kind of hope that we might get a Bangtan B*mb or EPISODE about this eventually and it might shine some light on that question. Overall it was one of my favorite performances on 2020.

From Sky: While I enjoy cute, physical moments with VMIN, I really do value how emotionally attached they are to each other. For example (I don’t know if it fits as vmin moment but), I love how Jimin asked V to take the Promise cover photo, and how he ended up putting V’s name for credits on the cover. (Special Thanks to V, Best Photographer) This really shows a lot. Coz he can easily choose any Bighit photographer to take it. He could have chosen JK because we know how he takes good pics and vids too (and also apparently alot of people say that vmin had a falling out and that Jimin and JK were much more closer, lol). Or he could’ve asked Suga too bec he’s into cameras too. But he didn’t. He chose V, and chose to shout it out to the world how thankful he is for V’s help. RM co-wrote Promise, and maybe had offered more help in this project, but he didn’t put it in the cover. I’m not saying Jimin is ungrateful for not crediting RM in the cover. The difference is that he and RM had a vlive regarding the making of this song, a lot of people already know RM’s participation, he was officially credited as co-writer and Jimin really showed how thankful he is to RM. But no one knows of V’s participation (except for a snippet in that Run ep), so Jimin felt the need to tell it to everyone. I’m sure it’s not only the photos, I think he wanted to acknowledge how V helped him through the process, whether directly or indirectly. Also, remember this is Jimin’s first non-album solo single. By putting V’s name in it, he is sharing this very special song with his soulmate. How endearing it is! V also included Jimin in his first full English song. He used the two bears given by Jimin as Winter Bear’s cover photo and he included the photo Jimin took (sleeping V in the plane) in the MV. Like, seriously, they are trying to consciously imprint each other in their life’s milestones, openly or subtly. I’m crying. 😭

This was lovely, and yes, Jimin could’ve asked whoever to take those pictures, could’ve chosen any other ones, and yet he wanted Tae to be the one to take them, wanted those specific ones as covers. It’s very sweet and creates this subtle connection between Jimin, the song, and Tae. Sure, it isn’t the first time a picture Tae took is the cover for a SoundCloud song (the picture of JK on the 2U cover was also taken by Tae if I remember correctly), but it’s the fact that Promise is Jimin’s first non-BTS song, his first solo release, that makes it that much more special. Even more so when you think about how meaningful that song is to Jimin, and by having Tae as cover picture photographer, he’s in a way forever attached memory wise to that song as well, right?

The same also goes with Winter Bear and the two ceramic bears. Remember how excited Tae looked when I kinda spoiled that gift being a thing happening in an upcoming RUN episode during Jimin’s vlive during the summer 2019? Adorable. It’s also curious how though the title is singular—winter bear not winter bears—there’s two ceramic bears. One for Tae, one for Jimin? Maybe, or maybe I’m reading too much into it. Either way, it’s really cute, and it was a very thoughtful gift, even more when we think about just how much Jimin loves that song.

From anon: Love this idea it's super cute!! 1st thing that came to my mind is a rather simple moment, jimin bopping taehyung's nose and making a lil game out of it

Taehyung asking for more and that dazed smile 🥺 he had the same expression in that concert when jimin placed his face just above him, tae's smile afterward... it was so pure u could almost read "love" in his eyes lol

What a lovely note to end this post at, thank you for that. I don’t know what got into them during that photoshoot for Season’s Greetings 2020 but this was so disarmingly adorable. I remember when that moment appeared all over every sns and everyone just melted, myself included. Their smiles, the cute clothes, Tae’s head on Jimin’s chest, the softness and innocence of it, just all of it. It truly was so pure and like this sweet visualization of ‘love’.

And with that, we’ve reached the end. Did you like this? I had a great time reading your submissions and adding my little comments to them. If you’d like for us to continue this, same rules as last time, send in a submission marked with “VMC” and once we’ll have enough of them gathered, we’ll do this again, if you’re interested in more, that is. Send in whatever positive vmin you have, a thought, a moment, a memory, whatever you’d like.

Thank you once again to everyone who participated! :)

#vmin #jimin #taehyung #a poem for small things post series #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #so many sweet vmin things #you really came through with the cute submissions #dear class of 2020 #bts seasons greetings #BTS bon voyage 3

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imagine-that-100 · 4 years

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Holiday | Part 15 |

Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader (Female) | You’ve been friends with Alex Turner and the other boys from Arctic Monkeys since you were 13. You never for a second thought that Alex would release a song about you though. From late night phone calls and almost constant texting and teasing, you’ve managed to stay close with him over the years. When a pact is established and a holiday is arranged, life seems to be treating you very well. But a month in LA will either make or break you.

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Warnings: Lots of fluff and a lil smut

A/N: So I think Holiday is nearing an end. I know, criessss. I would say theres about 3 parts left after this one. And I think it will be pretty poetic because the final part will come out on my birthday. Hope you all enjoy this part. Sorry it is not proofread so ignore the mistakes haha. Taglists are always open. Thank you for reading x

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“Alex, are those camera guys for you?” You ask a little nervously seeing the amount of men with cameras stood outside the entrance to the airport.

You saw Alex look out of the taxis window and you practically saw him deflate.

“Ah shit. No love, they’ll be for us” Alex sighs with a roll of his eyes before looking back towards you.

You can tell that he’s annoyed that they are there. You felt bad for him too, he couldn’t even get on a plane home for Christmas without people wanting to get pictures of it.

“What do we do?” You ask a little anxiously.

This was the first time you’d be properly pestered by cameras whilst doing something normal. You’d seen enough celebrity gossip videos to know how this was going to play out though so at least you knew the basics.

You hoped anyway.

From your understanding, they follow you inside up until the point that security won’t let them in any further.

Alex seemed to sense your nerves though which made him feel a little bad that you had to go through this stuff because of him. After the taxi stopped and he paid, he grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze as he told you, “Just do everything normal. Don’t worry, I’m not gunna let them near you”

“There’s a lot of them Al” You said glancing back out of the window again.

“Don’t worry” Alex said before placing a kiss on your hand. He sent you a look that asked if you were ready and you nodded with a smile before Alex pulled open the taxi door.

Alex stepped out first and you could already hear them shouting Alex’s name. You followed him outside after thanking the driver and quickly became thankful that you didn’t dress like a complete slob to come home.

You’d actually done your makeup and you were wearing blue ripped jeans with a white Catfish and the Bottlemen top tucked into it and white Vans on to match. The top you had on was their official The Balcony merch that you bought when you saw them on tour the previous year.

The show was so good you just had to get merch to remember it by. The top had a black trim around the neck and the band's name just over your left breast and the album artwork, with the people with their hands down the other's pants, over your right. It also had the number 26 on the back.

You headed round to the boot of the taxi to get your relatively small suitcase off Alex and thanked him for it when he rolled it towards you.

“Do you want me to grab yours so you can get your guitar?” You asked him over the shouts of his name from the herd of men after a picture of him.

He wanted to take one back home and you had no doubt that it was because he’d get bored at his mum and dads around the holidays and he’d want something to do. More than likely because he thought your guitar was shit too because it was on the cheap side.

“Thank you but I’ve got it. Not my first rodeo” Alex grins at you as he puts his guitar case on top of his suitcase whilst he closes the boot.

You smile at him and shake your head slightly, “Just trying to be nice my love”

“And I gratefully appreciate that darling” He grinned back at you whilst he grabbed his guitar case and you both started headed towards the door.

You could hear them shouting the both of you now and the flashes were blinding. You almost wanted to take Alex’s sunglasses off his shirt and put them on. But you didn’t because that would look rude and Alex would probably get backlash from it.

Something that he couldn’t get backlash from though was how he was dressed. Because damn he looked good.

He was wearing his black boots, with his black jeans and a white shirt that was basically half open with his sunglasses dangling from the middle of it. He also wore that black leather biker jacket that you loved and the fact that his hair was jelled back to a crisp make it look like he was still in his AM phase.

Which you were quite liking, but his hair now without all the gel definitely made him look Prince Charming esk so you liked it either way.

You both walked closer to the building and the flashes became more frequent and the shouting got louder. But then you also heard one of them ask how you were, so you ended up just giving a little smile towards that guy.

No matter how hard you could have tried, you couldn’t be rude to someone.

You were surprised when their shouts didn’t follow you inside or at the very least, they quietened down when you both went over to the people behind the desks to check in and give your luggage to. You ended up with just your small black off the shoulder bag to put yours and Alex’s passports in it once you’d gone through everything.

Thankfully there were no complications whilst you checked in to the lovely lady who sorted your luggage out and you were both told to head upstairs to make your way to security. Once you and Alex thanked her you put both of your passports in your bag before heading off.

You both turned towards where you needed to go and when you looked up from your bag you saw that all the men with cameras were waiting for the both of you near the bottom of the escalator. You felt Alex’s hand find your side so he could hold you close to him but also provide you some comfort if you needed it.

“Hey Alex. Hey Y/N” You both received as you walked towards them.

You smiled at them before Alex hurried the both of you onto the escalator. You felt Alex’s relax his grip on you a little bit and his hand just fell to the small of your back whilst he leaned on the side of the moving rails as you both ascended.

And then the questions started.

“Alex have you guys seen the new Star Wars yet?” One guy asks him.

Alex waits a second like he had to think about it before he replied, “No, not yet”

You knew he was just being an arsehole though and making them wait for a reply. You’d spoke about going seeing it a few days ago and Alex was all for talking through it then.

Alex’s hold on you becomes steadier around your waist and you enjoy the comfort it brings you. He’s warm and he makes you feel safe.

Well as safe as you can feel with 10 cameras pointing at you.

“So, you’re both going to see it?” They press on.

“When we get back home” Alex says and then looks back to you and you smile at him.

“Y/N” Your attention then gets grabbed by the nice enough looking guy who’s asking questions, “What band do you prefer, Arctic Monkeys or The Last Shadow Puppets?”

“That’s a mean one” You say with a little laugh.

“Come on pick one for us” The guy grins at you and eggs you on to spill your secrets.

You shake your head with a smile and say, “I’m sorry I like it all. It’s all too good”

“Alex what dates your anniversary with Y/N?” A different guy then asked Alex and you knew straight away he wouldn’t answer that one.

Alex was private and that was very much overstepping his boundaries. It would be overstepping yours too, but you would make damn well sure that you put a post on about it when it came around if Alex would let you.

“Where’d you go on your first date?” The guy changed his mind to.

You didn’t know if he was going to answer that one either, but you’d started to feel awkward, so you just answered. It wasn’t that much of a big deal anyway, you just wouldn’t give specifics.

“Cinema” You told them.

“Oh nice, what did you see?” He then asked you.

Maybe you should have gone for something they couldn’t have been specific about? Or were you just overthinking this?

“I can’t actually remember what it was called but it was really good” You pretended to play dumb.

“What have you got Y/N for Christmas Alex?”

“Maybe you should ask her that one on the way back” Alex said back with a hint of humour in his voice. You looked to him and shared a smile.

 As if he was going to say literally 5 days before the actual day.

“What do you want for Christmas Y/N?” Someone else then asked.

You just smiled and said, “Just the Christmas Dinner will be fine for me”

Thankfully then at that point you both had to step off the escalator and head down towards security. You hear Alex let out a little chuckle at what you just said, and you look around at him and smile.

He smiles back and you can tell that he’s silently asking you if you’re alright. You felt a lot easier than you did before, so you discretely nodded at him and he let his hand drop from your waist.

He knew you’d be fine. He had every faith in you.

And he was shocked by how surprisingly well you were handling their questions.

That didn’t mean they had no more to ask though. And you knew the next ones were going to be hurled at Alex because you knew they weren’t allowed past airport security.

The nice original guy quickly asked, “Alex, can I ask you a silly question about Arctic Monkeys?”

When you heard them ask him that, you couldn’t help but smile.

You could already tell this was going to be priceless. And it truly was.

“Have you ever seen a monkey that’s in a subtropical paradise?” Was the question that was asked.

You couldn’t help the grin that spread on your face with that question. It was hilarious and you really wanted to laugh.

You heard Alex sigh and it was one of those times where you just knew he wanted to laugh, but also look like the cool guy at the same time.

He stayed quiet for a moment and you looked to him a grin on your face as you watched him pinch the bridge of his nose before he looked to the guys that were recording you both.

Alex hand secured itself around your waist again, as he answered “I’ve never actually seen a monkey... anywhere”

At that point you let out a giggle. You couldn’t help it.

It was too funny.

You could not believe he’d just said he’d never seen a monkey.

“What you laughing at? It’s true” Alex asked you a little more quietly than he usually would. A smile plastered on his face.

“That was really funny” You giggled to Alex and he smiled at how amused you were.

You really were adorably bizarre to him. You’d been scared of the cameras not 10 minutes ago but now you were chatting to them like you were old friends.

“Y/N, are you going to make him see a monkey now?” One of them said whilst flashes started going off again.

“Oh yeah” You nod, smiling from the guy to Alex. “Chester Zoo when we get back Al”

Alex rolls his eyes at you and you giggle again.

You then both turn to go through security check when you heard them starting to say goodbye to you as last-minute pictures blinded you again momentarily.

“Thank you guys” The American accent rang out and you smiled brightly at that nice guy as you walked towards the metal detectors.

You and Alex pass through quite quickly despite you idiot boyfriend almost forgetting to take his sunglasses off his shirt when you had to go through metal detectors.

 When you both passed through that and make your way into duty free, you can’t help but stop and have a giggle at him.

“You’re fucking hilarious” You say turning back to him as you browse the shelves of alcohol that lined the duty-free area.

“What the glasses?” Alex asks you with a smile.

You shake your head and giggle as you remind him, “You’ve never seen a monkey anywhere”

“I’m not being funny, I swear, I haven’t” He tells you seriously and you have none of it.

“You’re a liar, every kid went to a zoo in their childhood or with primary school” You chuckle again as you look towards him.

You half wished you went to his and Matt’s primary school just so you knew.

“I was ill with chicken pocks when primary school went. Helders, the little fucker, went without me and came back proceeding to tell me what a fabulous time he had” Alex tells you, abandoning the whisky he was looking at to walk towards you.

He took the sunglasses from off his shirt and held them in his hand so he could pull you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist whilst his went around your

“I’m not having that you’ve never been to a zoo” You say looking into his eyes.

“I swear I haven’t” Alex says as he grins down at your adorable face.

You shake your head and grin, “Don’t believe you”

“You could text my Mum right now and ask her” Alex tells you with a serious look on his features

“After we decide what alcohol were having for Christmas, I will be doing. Don’t worry” You say before you kiss him quickly and detach yourself from him.

Alex and you end up chuckling at that a lot. You both ended up going for a nice Raspberry gin that Alex didn’t mind having with you on both Christmas Day and Boxing Day. The plan was that you were going to stay at your Mum’s on Christmas morning and have breakfast but end up at Alex’s parents for Christmas Dinner.

You were both so happy with this plan as you actually were planning to stay in Alex’s childhood bedroom on Christmas day night which you couldn’t lie you were pretty excited for. Alex had a loft conversion to himself as his bedroom when he was younger which he was thankful for because he valued his space.

So, you were staying his on Christmas Day night and on Boxing Day your mum and dad where coming over to Alex’s parents so there was a full family dinner going ahead. Since you’d got together apparently your Mum’s bumped into each other at the supermarket and got chatting about having a catch up together.

Something which they had been doing in the months that you’d been in LA. It made you and Alex laugh that one of you would go to call your parents and the odd time you could say hello to both sets.

You were excited for it, but you were also nervous. But you were sure everything would go great.

And at this point it didn’t even matter, as long as you both had a good time you don’t think anything could ruin it.

You cast those thoughts aside for a while though as you were still making your way through duty free. You’d both just sat down after getting yourselves a Starbucks and you fell into conversation again.

“I’m very impressed with you by the way” Alex tells you as he watches you take a sip of your mocha.

“Shouldn’t you always be impressed by me?” You ask him with a little chuckle.

Alex rolled his eye, playfully pocking you, before he said, “Alright then, I’m even more impressed by you”

“Why?” You ask, beyond confused.

“How was that the first time you did that?” Alex asks then proceeds to take a sip of his latte.

“Did what?” You ask with furrowed eyebrows. “I’ve ordered a coffee and bought alcohol before Al” You add jokingly even though you knew he didn’t mean that.

“Shut up smartarse. No, I meant the guys with the cameras, it’s like you’ve been doing that for years” Alex told you.

He knew you’d had photographs taken of you before when you were with him as things had ended up in articles. However, he knew you hadn’t dealt with it like that before.

“I was just answering their questions” You shrug.

You just thought you were being polite, whilst also not really revealing much.

“Yeah, but you were doing it how they tell us too without any prompting” Alex tells you.

“Well first, I didn’t know they told you to answer questions in a way, I just thought that it’d be best to keep it vague…” You explain.

You continue before you take another sip of you hot drink that smells amazing, saying, “I don’t want anything to come back on you so I just wanted to be nice but at the same time not chuck you under a bus”

“You are actually amazing; You didn’t even tell them the name of the film and that's one of the big ones to avoid” Alex tells you softly with a smile.

You couldn’t believe how impressed he was about this. Maybe your overthinking for once actually did pay off.

“Well I was lying anyway because that wasn’t even our first date” You tell him as you observe the way the lady at the till had written your name on your cup.

“Ermmm” Alex hummed and looked at you with raised eyebrows as if he was telling you to reconsider.

Your eyes go wide when you realise, “Oh shit, it was wasn’t it”

“Yeah” Alex nods at you.

“Shit, well, I’ve just been confusing it in my head thinking that our first one was when we went to our restaurant” You scorn yourself and get it correct in your brain.

Alex chuckles a little at that but then shrugs, “To be fair, we were pretty much a couple for the entire holiday anyway. And Roberto did certainly set a certain mood for us”

The mention of that lovely man always brought a smile to your face.

“He did” You grin as you cast your mind back to that great day. “I love that man” You can’t help but say.

“I love you” Alex comes back with.

Your smile matches his when you reply, “I love you too”

~*~*~*~*~*~

In the days that followed, you didn’t make it to Chester Zoo much to your disappointment. You only joked about going with him a few times, but you actually found out that you were correct and that he had been.

He was correct in saying that he didn’t go with school because of chicken pocks. But it turns out that about a month later Matt wouldn’t shut up about the zoo which had made Alex upset so his Mum and Dad ended up taking both him and Matt.

You could only imagine how adorable that trip would have been. You just pictured little Matt running around dragging Alex along to show him what he could remember.

Clearly though, Alex was not impressed when this truth was revealed.

Something that you did end up doing in the days before Christmas though, was look after Zoe. Who you were so bloody excited to see, and you couldn’t wait to give her a massive hug.

It was the day before Christmas Eve when your bother asked you to look after you little niece, which you of course said yes to because you hadn’t seen your little monkey in the longest time.

You’d missed her the most out of anyone and you’d definitely tell her that, but make sure she would promise to tell no one else.

She was adorable with you when she had originally come in to see you. You obviously said hi to her first and completely forgotten about your brother until Zoe seemed to very quickly become besotted with Alex.

Traitor.

When she ran over to him, Alex picked her up and span her around until she was giggling in his arms. Alex had a massive smile on his face he eventually stopped moving around in a circle and he dramatically fell onto the sofa with her.

They both were in hysterics laughing together. They were both so fucking cute.

“I’m so sorry for the short notice” Your brother says, obviously in a hurry.

“No don’t apologise I want to see my niece as much as I can” You say as you give him a quick hug.

“Well thank you so much honestly… Hey Al, good to see you mate” Y/B/N smiles and waves at him.

“You too mate” Alex smiles brightly at him before standing back up with Zoe in his arms.

“Right give your Daddy a kiss because he’s gotta go to work” Alex says to Zoe as he walks towards the front door

He lets your brother takes her off him and she hugs around his neck tightly for a good few seconds as they tell each other they love each other before she gives him a kiss goodbye.

After your brother gives her a final big hug and a kiss on her head before he holds her on his hip whilst she looks back to you and your boyfriend.

Both you and Alex offer to take her from your brother, and you can see her making her decision in her head. Your brother eggs her on and says, “Big decisions now Zo, who are you going for? Who’s more fun”

After a second a grin breaks out onto her face and she leans forwards away from her father into Alex’s arms. You are just stood there now being taken the mick out of.

“Yessss” Alex hums and offers her a high five which she immediately responds to and she hits her tiny hand against his large palm.

You pretend you’re completely shocked and disappointed with her decision and she giggles in Alex’s arms before saying a final goodbye to her Dad. You said goodbye to him and closed the door behind him before you called your little niece out.

“Zoe, you haven’t seen me in three and a half months, and you choose Alex over me?” You exaggeratedly ask with your jaw agape in fake shock.

You watch as her and Alex grin at each other before he whispers something into her ear.

You stand there with your hands on your hips waiting for the inevitable blow to come your way. And it truly does.

“Sorry Uncle Alex is five hundred and five times better than you and he can play the piano better than you too” She barely gets out through her giggles.

Alex looks so proud of her that she’d copied the words he whispered to her. You could already tell that they were going to be completely find spending the full day together.

You let out a big scoff and playfully fake you anger towards her by coming to her as he was sat on Alex’s lap and tickling her until she was wriggling about too much.

After all he was still a shiny new toy to her. And to be fair, you’d known him for more than half your life and you would still choose him every time, so you’d have to get used to her being as fascinated with him as you are.

Zoe stuck to him like glue all day which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. As she sat on his knee watching Tangled you were able to get up and make her dinner in peace knowing she was okay.

And Alex seemed to be in his element. He was keeping her occupied all the time and you knew he loved the attention.

After all she was an adorable little princess.

However, there was one moment in the day that you didn’t think Alex was expecting or prepared for.

It was later in the day when she was showing Alex what tunes you’d taught her on your keyboard, as you got a head start on making her tea, along with something for you and Alex and Y/B/F later.

Your best friend had gone out for the day with her sister for the day so she would be home later on. She said that she was coming home an hour or two early though so she could see Zoe before Christmas.

They both got on really well too which was always fun when you had girly days in your flat. You would always end up painting Zoe’s nails and Y/B/F would always let Zoe paint hers.

Alex was currently teaching her how to play the chopsticks melody which she was slowly but surely getting. However, she was distracting herself by asking Alex every question that came to mind.

He loved that she was chatting to him like this and that she seemed to enjoy is company. Alex hadn’t been close to many kids; He always loved his second cousin's children though and obviously Jamie and Nick’s and he of course he loved your new goddaughter Amelia.

But the fact that Zoe had loved him straight away made Alex feel like he was definitely meant to end up with you.

Zoe had just stopped talking about her last few days in nursery and was telling him about all the dolls that she and her friends played with whilst they were there.

She was happily playing the chopsticks melody that Alex thought that she’d pretty much mastered now when she gets his attention.

“Uncle Alex” She asks as she plays the last note of the melody.

“Yeah?” Alex smiles down at her.

Her little pigtails almost hit her in her face when she turns and looks to him. He moved the hair out of her face that had stuck there for her as she asked him her question.

“Where do babies come from?” She asked him curiously.

Alex was not expecting that today.

Her eyes were full of wonder and she obviously had a head full of unanswered questions. And Alex didn’t know whether it was really his place to tell her anything so he thought it would be best to get your input.

“That’s a really good question” He smiles at her, trying to hide his shock. He then continues with, “Shall we go ask Auntie Y/N?”

Zoe nods her head, “Yeah”

“Come on then” Alex says as he stands himself up and then he picks her up. He places Zoe on his hip and walks over to the kitchen to you.

You’d just put your food in the oven for later on and set a timer on your phone when you see the pair making their way over to you.

You turn around and smile at the both of them.

“You okay cutie?” You ask with a smile.

Alex jokingly replies saying, “I’m great thank you, but Zoe here has a question”

You roll your eyes at him before walking towards them and asking Zoe, “What’s up monkey?”

But then your shocked to your core when you’re asked, “Auntie Y/N, where do babies come from?”

Your eyes go wide and you have to make an effort not to nervously laugh.

You smile at her, asking with wide eyes, “What have you and Uncle Alex been talking about?” before you make eye contact with Alex.

He’s smiling at you and he shakes his head, “Nothing, she just asked me, and I thought I’d get your input”

“Right come on. Story time” You smile as you take her off Alex.

You end up explaining in a way that meant you didn’t really have to explain. You say the whole ‘when two people love each other very much’ they can decide if they want a baby.

And if they do, the baby grows in the Mummy’s tummy and then after 9 months the Mummy goes to the hospital and the doctor helps the baby be born.

And you’re thankful that that seems too keep her satisfied.

Once you’ve finished explaining, you ask her, “Any questions darling?”

You saw her make an exaggerated thinking face as she sat on your knee and smiled at her encouragingly. You see her look from you to Alex who was sat just beside you and you note that he also gives her a soft smile.

“Is there one in your tummy?” She asks your before looking down at your stomach.

You smile at her whilst saying, “Nope. There’s not one in my tummy”

You hoped not anyway.

“But you love Uncle Alex right, so doesn’t that mean you’re having one?” She thinks out loud.

You smiled down at her and shook your head, “I do love him, but we haven’t decided we want one yet”

“Ever?” She asks a little dramatically which makes you giggle.

Alex takes over at this point and fills her in.

“Nooo, definitely at some point. Just maybe when you’re a bit older” Alex tells her with a big grin.

Alex looks to you to make sure you were okay with what he said and he’s happy to see you smiling back at him. God, he loved you a lot.

And your smile was always breath-taking to him.

“So, like maybe when I’m ten?” Zoe asks you, planning out your future for you which makes both you and Alex chuckle.

“Yeah, maybe when you’re ten” You say not being able to hide your grin.

You end up adding as a little joke, “Uncle Alex has got to write me some more music before we have a baby”

Alex laughs at that and nudges your shoulder with his a little.

“Are you going to write her a song Uncle Alex?” Zoe asks him, moving herself onto his lap instead.

Again, what an absolute traitor.

“Yeah” Alex chuckles and stands her up on his lap so she’s just holding his hands for balance. “And I’ll make it extra cheesy song because she likes her cheesy romantic films, doesn’t she?”

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been educating him on all the cute Disney films and your favourite romcoms. But you knew that he secretly enjoyed them too though, so he was talking shit.

He’d sent you enough cute text messages and cute little notes around your flat and in LA for you to know that he was just as cheesy as you. And you loved everything about it.

Zoe then starts giggling and nodding her head which makes you grin at her. She then throws her arms around Alex’s neck and gives him a hug which makes Alex’s smile huge and he hugs her back.

“I love you” You softly say to him as you smile at the two of them.

“I love you too” He grins back lazily at you and you lean into kiss him quickly before Zoe loosens her grip on him.

She catches the end of seeing you kiss him, so she then goes and kisses his cheek which you find adorable and your heart swells at the sight.

“Stop stealing my Prince Charming” You tell her with a massive smile on your face. “Where’s my kiss?” You ask her, which Alex laughs at looking very smug that he’d got one and not you.

Zoe just giggles and kisses his cheek again, but this time it’s for longer.

You shake your head.

Traitor.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Christmas was amazing.

You had such a good 3 weeks back home with everyone.

The plan to have Christmas morning at your parents and then spend the evening at Alex’s parents went down a treat. It was like you and Alex were having two Christmas’ in one day which was great.

You’d got Alex a few different things.

You got him some more aftershave and you made a joke of buying him cheap shitty hair gel that you knew he would never use as a joke. However, you’d made it very clear that now his hair was getting a bit longer he didn’t need the gel in it as much anymore.

You’d gotten him a lot of bits and bobs that he seemed to love when he opened them. The main presents you got him though were your favourites.

You’d got him a silver keyring that was in the shape of a plectrum which had your anniversary date and ’I’ll always pick you’ engraved into it. You also got him actual plectrums he could use too in the shape and thickness that you knew he liked using.

They were all different ones with stupid little phrases on it that Alex seemed to love when he read through a few.

You’d also got him a phonebook full of the photos you’d taken together over the past few months. You’d basically made him a scrapbook and annotated it by writing in all of your favourite moments together so far.

Something that proved quite difficult to make because back in LA you never left each other alone so you would have to do this when he was over at Miles’ for an evening or out at work in various meetings about his upcoming tour.

Alex loved reading through it, and he was definitely generous with his kisses as a thank you.

Your boyfriend treated you a lot more than you were expecting though.

He’d had a similar idea to get creative for one of your presents. He’d obviously scoured Pinterest much like you had, but his gift was adorable.

He’d decorated a jar that read ‘100 Reasons Why I Love You’ which was completely heart melting.

He’d also gotten you a silver Tiffany’s necklace which you knew was far too expensive, but he insisted that he wanted you to have it. The necklace had an ‘A’ dangling from it and Alex said his thinking behind it was that in the coming year he knew you’d be without him at certain points because of his touring with Miles, so he wanted you to have a nice reminder of him.

The thought behind everything he got you was beautiful, and he truly had spoilt you rotten. You’d spent a couple of hundred on all his presents together, but you knew that everything you’d gotten him was a lot below the price of the necklace he got you.

You told him later on that he was silly for spoiling you, but he said that you’d spoiled him just as much.

And whilst that was amazing, you would have to say that the present that actually stuck in your mind most from the holiday was what your best friend got you.

You always had Christmas Eve as your Christmas Day with her due to you not seeing each other on Christmas Day because you both stayed with your families. So, on Christmas Eve she gave you a present that you don't think you’d ever forget.

She had designed an Arctic Monkeys themed present which you loved to pieces.

It was essentially an Arctic Monkeys guide. The box that contained all the goodies was decorated with pictures of all the album covers which was done to the highest standard.

You were so impressed with her.

Inside the box that she’d created held all different things that Alex had referenced in his songs over the years.

From a bag of pick and mix and strawberry laces referencing Crying Lightning, to miniature bottles of whisky to reference I Want It All. Along with that there was a balaclava, red fairy lights, a little teddy, a silver swimsuit, and some new knee socks which made both you and Alex grin.

He’d also took a liking to the spiked collar too.

There were loads of other things in there too and she’d gone above and beyond for you. You honestly adored all the effort she’d put in and you would certainly love making your way through her box of gifts.

Y/B/F was absolutely buzzing with your excited reaction to everything that she’d put together. She wasn’t even fussed when Alex called her a ‘saddo’. You even scorned him playfully for it because you were just as sad as her as you were getting extremely excited over it.

So, Christmas was definitely a blast for all of you.

And life when you got back to LA was just the same as it was before. It truly was domestic bliss.

You’d been home about a week, and it was mid-January. You’d just returned down the stairs after your shower after work and Alex was still at the studio with Miles.

They had both seemed to get some more inspiration over their time apart from each other and headed back into the studio to create some last-minute tunes. You were definitely excited to hear the album finished as you hadn’t heard anything since that day you went into the studio with them.

When Alex comes in about an hour later, he shouts you into the kitchen as he’s brought your favourite take out in with him. Something which you were extremely excited for because it meant that you didn’t have to cook as it was one of your days after all.

Once you’ve kissed him and asked if he was alright, you then began to prep your meals. That didn’t take long at all and before you knew it you were heading into the lounge.

Alex walked ahead of you and you knew before he even did it that he was going to take your seat. Which he did do, and you scorned him for.

“Why do you always insist on nicking my seat?” You ask and you sit yourself down just beside him and rest your plate on your lap.

You watch as Alex puts his drink on the table just beside the settee before he says, “Darling, this was always my spot. You’re the one that stole it from me, but because I’m a nice person I let you use it”

You’d actually never thought about that before. Jeez, you really did impose yourself on his life.

“Wow so I just came in stole you spot and your heart then?” You chuckled a little.

“Stole my heart years back love, but the spot remains up for grabs. First come first serve” Alex informs you with a little humour seeping into his voice.

You smile at him saying the first bit, but you only choose to pick at the apparent new rules for your seat. You tell him, “I’ve literally been sat in it for the past hour”

A smug look makes its way to his face when he says, “I know it’s nice and cosy. Thank you”

“Eat your food Turner” You roll your eyes before taking your first mouthful of delicious food.

He just chuckles before digging in himself.

After you’d finished eating your tea and you’d discarded the both of your plates, you end up cuddling yourself into him. Something which Alex seemed just as keen for as you.

So, as you watched the rerun of Silence of the Lambs on the TV you both relaxed and enjoyed watching the film whilst chatting about work. You’d informed him that you’d had an alright day and nothing significant happened and he told you that he’d almost finished their new cover whilst he was in the studio today.

You were excited to hear his various of Is This What You Wanted because when you listened to the original version you enjoyed listening to Alex sing along over it. So, him singing it all would just make the song 10 times better.

When silence falls between you when the film comes back on, and Alex kisses your forehead ever so often and as you watch.

You always seem to smile as you do that and Alex notes that you’ve also started absentmindedly running your nails up and down his arm without really knowing. Something that he wasn’t aware was actually quite a lovely sensation which he encouraged you to do when you stopped.

When the adverts returned back to the screen was when Alex asked you something that had just come to mind.

“Do you remember me sending you the poem I Wanna Be Yours when I first found it?” He asks curious to see if you’d remember.

“Oh my god yeah. That was years and years before AM wasn’t it? Like back when we toured back home” You say referring to the UK tour you joined them on.

“Yeah” Alex nods in confirmation.

“I was really hoping you’d of read into that back then” Alex chuckles a little remembering his old hopeless romantic ways.

You sit yourself up a bit so you can look at him when you say, “Believe me, I read into it a lot but I just told myself it was you being your poetic self and sharing what you loved with me”

“My god we were hopeless” Alex says shutting his eyes and leaning his head back.

“We were” You laugh.

You watch as Alex lifts his head back up and smiles at you when he reopened those beautiful brown eyes. You just grin back up at him whilst you savour the cute moment.

“I love you” You almost whisper.

Alex whispers back, “Love you more” before quickly kissing you for a second.

You are once again holding back a smile from him because you would never get tired of hearing that.

“I doubt it but okay” You give him a little grin before snuggling yourself back into him.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was about a week later when Alex and Matt walked into the house to hear their old music blasting as soon as the door opened.

From Ritz To Rubble was blaring through the air and it was pretty loud. However, Alex wasn’t surprised at all.

Many an evening he would come home and find you listening to music, whether it be his or someone else’s, he always had a little sing along with you every time if he knew the lyrics.

You always scorned him though every time he got his own lyrics wrong like him saying ‘don’t like the sand’ in Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor and him saying ‘gagging for it’ twice in Teddy Picker. It all ended peacefully though after Alex had tickled you to make you shut up which was always fun for the both of you.

It either ended up in the both of you getting off or cuddling each other. So, either way you were happy.

And Alex knew straight away that the former would be taking place today because of the way you were dressed.

Alex had gone out with Matt really early this morning and he just left you with a goodbye kiss. You knew they were off playing golf, something which you didn’t expect when they first told you about it but if it kept them entertained that was fair enough.

You had had a lazy morning in bed and made no effort to get up at all until around 11am. If you were honest you were really enjoying the big comfy bed all to yourself.

You ended up going for a shower after you got up and you had a nice long and relaxing one. When you got out you immediately dried your hair, so it wasn’t dripping everywhere.

You really couldn’t be arsed getting dressed for the day and you knew Alex was probably due home soon, so you just decided to dress a little teasingly. You walked into your wardrobe and dropped your towel as you were dry now anyway.

You dressed yourself in a red thong that you knew Alex loved to see you in and you also dressed yourself in one of his black shirts. You didn’t bother with anything else as you wanted to set a mood for when he came back.

And you were thankful that Alex picked up on it before you even noticed he’d come home.

The chorus of Alex’s song filled the room when him and Matt reached the kitchen, but upon seeing you and how you were dressed they both stopped in the doorway.

Alex knew immediately that it was his shirt that was covering your body and the bottom of the shirt just reached the top of your thighs. Alex hadn’t even fully noted that you were dressed like that whilst preparing some food and dancing around.

His eyes were just fixed to your bare legs.

Alex’s eyes are eating you up hungrily when Matt turns towards him and says, “Bet your member’s throbbing lookin' at that”

Alex didn’t miss the erotic novel reference he was throwing his way, but it didn’t mean he was impressed by it.

Alex glares at him but quickly looks back to you dancing around now as you sing along to the loud music. Matt laughs at his best mate whilst he’s still facing towards him and Alex is thankful as he didn’t see what he just did.

As you reached into his top cupboard for another bowl the shirt rose up too and Alex saw that you had a red thong on underneath his shirt. And he could tell you had nothing else on other than those two items.

“Matt, imma need you to go home mate” Alex said as friendly as he could whilst his eyes were still tainted on you.

Matt just laughed, “Aha I thought so. I’ll leave you to it. Have fun”

Alex watched you for another 30 seconds until he heard Matt leave the house, before he then walked over. You still hadn’t noticed him yet as you were focused on making yourself the food.

So, to announce his presence without making you jump, Alex started singing along like he normally did before wrapping his arms around your waist. He already knew that you adored being hugged from behind, so he made sure to do that before me made his moves on you.

“Hey baby” Alex purred down your ear. His accent strong and you could already tell what he was in the mood for.

And it wasn’t your cooking.

You play dumb and smile, “Hey”

“I missed you” He tells you as his arms tighten ever so slightly around your waist before he begins to kiss your neck.

“I missed you too. So, I thought I’d make some food to keep me occupied” You tell him, half-heartedly chopping up more ingredient to put in.

Alex nipped down on your neck a few times before he informed you, “I have other ideas about keeping you occupied right now”

Alex of course dragged you away from the food you were trying to make and placed you on top of the kitchen island. And then he proceeded to get you worked up which had you moaning just as loud as the music.

That was something that was definitely a nice bonus about Alex. He always looked after, you in the sense that you always came either once or twice before he did.

Whether it was caused by his fingers or his tongue, or however else he saw fit, you were always very privileged during foreplay. When he was playing nice anyway.

You ended up having sex on the island too. A surface which you two hadn’t yet christened, but you certainly enjoyed it more than cooking.

The music that filled the empty room was also something you’d enjoyed a whole lot.

You had your Monkeys playlist on shuffle with a couple of songs scheduled to come on more frequently than others. And there were no prizes for Alex calling you out on it as he slowed his thrusts for a few seconds when a certain tune started.

The iconic riff of your song filled the room, much like Alex was currently filling you, and Alex called you out on how coincidental the music seemed to be.

“You knew I was coming home, didn’t you?” Alex asked you as the sound system broadcasted him singing the beginning of Knee Socks.

You whined at him barely moving anymore as he’d already gotten you really worked up, but you nodded at him to answer his question.

“You dress like this just for me baby?” He asked you in a low gruff voice as his sinful lips trailed up your neck.

Alex had completely unbuttoned the shirt and it hung half off your shoulders. But he’d kept it on you because you did look sexy wearing his clothes.

As worked up as you were though, you could tell by his voice that he was demanding an answer to what he just said.

You silently pleaded with him as his singing filled the room, but one look into his eyes meant that you knew you had to answer him. Or he wouldn’t carry on.

You murmur, with need dripping from your voice, “Thought you’d like it”

He nipped down on your neck a few times which just made you more desperate for movement. But his torture carried on.

“You pick the music just so I would fuck you to your song?” Alex breathed into your ear as he stopped his thrusts completely.

He lent in to kiss you and you nodded against his lips to answer him just before you kissed him back. Alex could tell that you were silently begging with your kisses too.

He decides to tease you some more by withdrawing his hips from yours, so he no longer filled you completely. The emptiness you felt was then enough to make you desperately whine for him.

“Please” You pleaded needing more, your nails were clawing at his back begging for things to continue.

And that was something which you carried on repeating until Alex gave you what you wanted.

Alex then proceeded to slam his hips back into yours which made you cry out in pleasure as he filled you back up.

Needless to say, having sex with him to your song was the highlight of your entire life.

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A month later life was still perfect.

Work was treating you well and Alex and Miles had dropped their first few single from the new album. The response from them was amazing and you loved seeing your twitter blow up over them.

It had been a bit of a hectic month with Alex at various radio interviews and other promotional events, but he seemed to really enjoy everything about it. He was back to acting like a lunatic with his best mate beside him again.

And you knew that there was nothing more that he loved than being up on stage with his mates, so you were excited he got to do it again after his year break from it.

You weren’t worried about him touring at all as you knew that when he eventually went on the road in April he would have loads of fun. And you would have fun scouring the internet for videos of all the various shows.

But until then you would spend as much time together as you could. So that meant lots of time with your friends and also lots of time just the two of you.

You also spent a lot more time in bed together just cuddling each other before you had to face the day ahead. And due to Alex’s having to get up early the last few days to appear on breakfast radio shows, he’s woken up before you today.

That and probably because the light that the windows were letting in probably woke him up too. You were both a little preoccupied last night to close the blinds.

Alex tiredly blinded his eyes until they adjusted to the room and what he saw when he opened his eyes was just stunning.

You were asleep next to him in the most adorable position and he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The way the sunlight hit your features was gorgeous and you looked so peaceful.

Alex felt so privileged to witness you like this. Completely calm and completely vulnerable. You were your most beautiful when you were like this.

The sky that could be seen through the window behind you was gorgeous too. Alex had never seen anything quite like it.

In the distance Alex could see that the sun was just about to rise causing half the sky to turn beautiful shades of yellow, orange, and red. The nights sky also didn’t seem to be ready to leave yet, as the other half of the sky was almost a purple colour that faded into a deep blue, with little red tinted clouds fading the red sky into the purple.

So, Alex’s view truly was beautiful. He was just unsure of what was more captivating.

Alex looked back to you to see that your hair was slightly falling onto your face and Alex had to fight away the urge to brush it away for you. He knew it would eventually annoy you and cause you to stir.

And because he wanted to capture this moment in time forever, he quickly picked up the phone closest to him.

It turned out to be your phone and he knew you wouldn’t mind him using it, so he quickly unlocked it and took a picture of you.

You looked so peaceful in the photo. It was so beautiful.

You were lay asleep looking as elegant as ever with the stunning view behind you. Alex found himself astounded by your beauty and he thanked his lucky stars that you were all his and that he got these moments with you.

After looking at the photo for a moment, Alex then gently moved your hair back behind your ear before kissing your temple and settling himself into bed properly again.

But as he watched the sky fade slowly rise into complete daylight, he couldn’t get the picture out of his head.

He just wanted everyone to see how pretty you were. And it was a gorgeous picture, so he didn’t see any harm in sharing it.

So, Alex then uploaded the picture of you to your Instagram.

Before he tried to fall back to sleep beside you, he typed out a caption before sending it off for the world to appreciate just as much as he did.

Sorry I stole your phone, but my view was beautiful, and I just had to share it. Thank you for making me smile every day and for being my best friend. I love you so much -AT x

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