#and I fell asleep four sips into the wine

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Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Eight - Wine drunk

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Single Dad!Daniel x Single Mum!Reader

Warnings: Daniels terrible ex, alcohol consumption, drunkenness

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"Danny, we can't," Y/N said as she passed the wine bottle back to him. "I have work tomorrow and I have to get Milo to daycare," she said and leaned against the counter.

Daniel gave her another look. "You don't let loose enough, do you?" He asked as he put the wine down on the counter top. Y/N shook her head and Daniel grabbed the corkscrew from the drawer. "Well, for once, take the night off. Milo and Olivia can have a sleepover and I can drop you off at work tomorrow," he offered.

Y/N thought about it. She seriously thought about it. She and Milo had no clothes for the next day. "I have a condition," she said as she tapped her nails against the counter top. Daniel looked at her to continue. "We wake up early and go and get clothes for Milo and I."

"Deal," Daniel said and held out his hand.

As soon as Y/N shook it he pulled out his phone and set an alarm. He then handed her the wine and the opener, and went to grab two deep wine glasses.

Y/N worked on opening the wine as Daniel placed the glasses down in front of her. She filled them only half way, and handed one to Daniel. "Cheers," she said and tapped her glass against his.

They took one sip before Y/N put her glass down. "We should probably let the kids know that they're having a sleepover," she said, watching as Danny placed his own glass down.

He grinned at her and led her out of the kitchen. He took her through the halls, leading her to the living room. Milo and Olivia were still watching Cars, only at the part where Lightning was paving the road.

Their popcorn had been finished and Olivia looked half asleep. She had been so excited for this that she spent the first half of the movie explaining the entire plot to Milo. Milo was still awake, but only slightly. He looked towards the door as Daniel and his mother walked in.

She crept in front of the television and crouched in front of her son. "Hi, Munchkin," she whispered, sending a little glance in Olivia's direction. Her eyes were now fully closed as she laid against the one of the many fluffy cushions.

"Hi, momma," Milo responded, his voice tired.

"How would you like to sleep here tonight?"

Milo's face suddenly paled. "Please don't leave me here, momma," he squeaked, hugging Y/N's hand.

She let out a small, kind laugh and ruffled Milo's hair. "I'll be here too, Munchkin," she whispered and kissed the top of his head. "Are you okay if we stay here?"

Milo let out a relief breath. He pressed his finger against his chin as he thought about it. "Yeah, momma," he answered after a moment.

Kissing the top of his head, Y/N crept back out of the room. She met Daniel at the door to the living room and held up her thumbs, unable to hide her smile.

While the kids fell asleep as they watched the television, the adults walked back to the kitchen. They clinked their glasses together once and again and drank.

It wasn't clear when they ended up on the floor. But their first bottle of wine was almost finished and music played softly in the background. The kids had already been put to bed, Olivia carried to her four poster bed and Milo put to sleep in the spare room. Olivia had given up her frog teddy for Milo to cuddle while he slept. Y/N leaned against the island in the middle of the kitchen and Daniel was against the cupboards opposite her.

"Who... who the fuck has their own brand of wine?" Y/N slurred as she looked at him. They both had their legs stretched out, side by side. At some point Daniel placed his warm hand onto her leg, but she wasn't complaining. Either she didn't mind or she hadn't noticed. "A-and why is the wine so good?"

Daniel squeezed her leg and finished his glass. "This was my last bottle," he answered, his voice just a little clearer than her own. "I was saving it for a special occasion."

"Sorry Danny."

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because we drank all of your special wine for your special occasion."

Daniel laughed, but he didn't bother to explain it, didn't bother to explain that this was the special occasion and he was happy to share it with her.

"Can I say something?" Y/N said suddenly and Daniel nodded his head. She sucked in a breath and stared into his eyes brown eyes. "Your ex is the biggest asshole I've ever met." She said and Daniel let out a laugh, one that overtook his entire body. "Seriously!" Y/N continued. "What did you ever see in her?"

It was the wine talking, but Daniel explained it to her. He sat there and explained his romantic history with Olivia's mother. "We met when I was still in Red Bull," he answered. He didn't notice Y/N's confusion (since, you know, she doesn't know anything about Formula One) and continued. "It was actually her that convinced me to go to Renault. It was early on in our relationship and I didn't see the red flags. By the time I did, she had fallen pregnant and she didn't want to get rid of it.

"We stayed together, tried to make it work for our child. She was manipulative and, when I was away racing and she was looking after Olivia, I saw it. Still, though, I wanted to make things work. But I realised it wasn't worth it. If Olivia's mother and I couldn't make things work, I didn't want to make things miserable for Olivia.

"When we split up, it became clear she was only with me for my pay check. She might have loved me at first, but things definitely changed."

Y/N leaned forward, slipping her wine slightly on the wooden floor, and tapped Daniel on the nose. "You've done a good job with Livvy," she said, crawling across the floor and tucking her body against his side. "She's so amazing."

"So is Milo," Daniel reassured her, letting his arm rest on her shoulder.

Y/N let out a scoff. "I know Milos a good kids," she whispered. "He's the best kid. I got so freaking lucky. He's my entire world. But..." She paused, sucked in a deep breath and sipped her wine. "I wish I could give him a father figure."

Just like she had, Daniel tapped her on the nose. "Come to a Grand Prix with me," he said, somewhat suddenly.

"What? Danny I can't just drop everything to come to a grand prix with you," she said, her head against his shoulder.

"Come on, Y/N. It would be amazing. And I know Milo would love it. Olivia would love having him there. Plus, I'd love it if you could watch me race."

Finishing off her wine, Y/N huffed. "Fine," she said and put the glass on the floor beside her. "But only because Milo would have a good time, Olivia would have a good time, and I really want to watch you race."

Her eyes were drooping, her words becoming quieter. "You can be my lucky charm," he whispered.

When Daniel looked over, her eyes were shut. He made light work of putting the wine and the glasses away before scooping Y/N into her arms and carrying her out of the kitchen.

"Danny," she mumbled against his chest, his eyes still closed. "Can I sleep in your nice big bed?" She never would have asked it sober, but he was too drunk to notice that.

"Sure," Daniel muttered and carried her up to his room. He sat her down onto his bed and pulled out an old pair of pyjamas that was definitely going to be way to big for her. He turned around and let her get changed.

Daniel was turned around for a long while, waiting for her to tell him when she was done. But she never did. After he felt like enough time had passed, Daniel turned around.

There she was, wearing his clothes. She was laid back on the bed, her arm over her stomach, her eyes shut, and her chest steadily rising and falling.

Daniel smiled softly. He gently moved her, getting under beneath the blankets. When Daniel went to leave, something grabbed his arm. "Wait," she said, her voice sleepy. "Stay, please. This bed is too big for me."

For someone so tired, her grip on him was like a vice. Plus, they'd both be fully clothed, Daniel said to himself, trying to justify it. "Okay," he said, prying her hands away from his wrist.

He made quick work of getting changed into something more comfortable and slipped into the bed.

When things started, they were far away from each other, on opposite sides of the bed. But she must have scooted herself back. Daniel didn't mind. He simply wrapped his arms around her and continued to sleep.

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Eddie, sipping his wine: So does Chim ever ask you what we do during our weekly wine and chocolate sessions? Maddie: Yeah, one time he literally begged me to tell him. What about Buck? Eddie, sighing: He tried to coax it out of me while we were making out Maddie: Did it work? Eddie: I caught on and put a stop to it. Told him whatever we talked about was between you and me. Maddie: I mean, all we do is get together and vent about our work week, then why are our guys so curious? Eddie: It's because they're not involved. *Elsewhere Buck and Chimney* Chimney: Do you think Maddie told Eddie how I talk in my sleep and blurt out all of you guys' secrets? Buck: You what?! Chimney: Nothing Buck: Huh. Do you think Eddie told Maddie how I fell asleep and drooled on him while I was still inside him? Chimney: Wait... You did? Buck: What? No! Chimney: How many times? Buck: One Chimney: Buck: -okay four times.

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Under Your Spell

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Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, insecurity, a little angst (with a happy ending)

Word count: 1571

Comments/Notes: From the imagine, "You put a spell on Thorin to make him fall in love with you, but as the spell wears off, you find out that he has always loved you." Requested by @asgardianhobbit98

Written while listening to Journey's Greatest Hits.

I hope you like the fic. As always, like, reblog and comment if you enjoy. If you wish to be added to any of my tag lists, let me know.

Thank you to everyone who supported me during my posting hiatus. I felt like it was needed to get back into a better mindset after I become incredibly overwhelmed by another one of my fics' reception.

The last twenty four hours had been beyond perfect. The spell which you had been keeping for the last few months, ready for the chance to use, had worked better than you could have imagined. Thorin had declared undying love to you as the sun set; the two of you having just shared dinner together with a large group. Then once on your own together, he had been so open in his affection toward you, blushing and smiling as the words tumbled out of his mouth. 

“I love you more than anything,” he had told you, confident and bold. He had taken your hand, kissed it, then asked for you to join him on the royal balcony. 

The two of you had sipped wine, while Thorin gazed at you over the top of the glass, unable to tear his gaze from you. 

You shared tender kisses, hand holding, and Thorin had held you as you fell asleep. Then you woke in his arms, warm and content. He had been watching you, and as you woke from your slumber, he smiled at you and kissed your head. 

All of that day and you had remained in Thorin’s presence, sharing meals, conversations, kisses. 

“Would you join me again tonight on the balcony? It is forecast that we should have a clear night sky.”

“Of course,” you had replied. Only now, sadness began to seep from your words, unable to hide any further. The realisation that all of this would be over at sundown was growing heavy in your heart and gut. The spell would only last for one twenty four hour period, and could only ever be used on one person once in their life. After sundown, and Thorin would return to his former self, purely a friend to you and your King, nothing more than that. 

It was almost sundown, and you excused yourself from Thorin’s chambers, telling him that you wished to quickly write a letter to a friend. He just smiled at you, his eyes so full of adoration, as you disappeared out of the door. 

As you walked the corridors back to your bed chamber, you felt tears fall down your cheeks. The pain was so heavy and hot in your chest. Just to have Thorin adore you for twenty four hours had been perfect beyond any kind of comprehension. However, the fall back to reality was going to be excruciating. In time, another woman would have Thorin fall for them, and this time it would be of his own choice.  

You lit your candles and sat down on the edge of your bed, staring at the vase of roses that Thorin had had brought to your chamber. They could now be disposed of as they would just serve as a reminder of your pathetic need to have Thorin love you. 

All sense of time slipped away from you as you fell asleep on your bed, still fully dressed. Once you had lay out on your bed, you had not moved. Tears had flowed, pulling you into your subconscious world where you could be happy temporarily. 

Dreams came and went, flickering pictures of far off lands that you had explored with the Company, months earlier, where you had fallen for their leader. Flashes of sunlight bouncing off swords and the calls of armies became a jumble in your mind. 

Your eyes opened slowly, adjusting. The candles had gone out hours ago. There was a dull thump behind your eyes and you winced, blinking hard. 

For a second, you felt as if you were still in a dream somewhere. You could feel something resting on your waist, curled around. Blinking again, you looked down and could make out a hand. On the middle finger was a ring. 

You gasped and shifted away suddenly, almost dropping out of bed. “What?” you choked. 

Thorin was lying on your bed, and was now rousing. His eyes opened slowly and he smiled at the sight of you. “Come back to bed, my love,” he said sleepily. “It’s still early.” 

“But…how?”

He just smiled again and sat up. “You think a spell could make me love you?” 

“How did you know about it?” 

“I’ve known about it quite some time now,” he replied. “I will not name any names, but I was made aware that you acquired the spell from someone in Lake-town, did you not?”

Shame hit you hard and you lowered your head, feeling the tears fall once again. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “And now you are playing along to mock me; the spell wore off at night fall yesterday.” 

Thorin got up from the bed and followed the edge of it towards you. “Why would you think I’d ever mock you?” He stood before you, his head to once side in question and disbelief that you could ever think such a thing. 

“I was stupid to ever think you could love me,” you hissed. 

Anger flared in Thorin’s eyes and on impulse he grabbed your hip and threw you both into a kiss. It was hot, demanding, needing. So much unlike the day earlier. All you could do in your weakness was cling to him, your backside resting against your dresser. He was pressing into you harder now, his tongue desperate in your mouth. 

Thorin drew back from you, his blue eyes ablaze. They were no longer soft like the day before, but they were on fire. That had always been the true Thorin, and as you had known him for the last six months: passionate, on fire. He pressed his forehead to you and then kissed it. 

You closed your eyes as you felt his hand become buried in your hair. His other hand was still on your hip. There was a desperation in his actions. The day earlier and he had wanted to be in your company, to look upon you. Now, he needed to touch you. 

The two of you kissed again, hard and needing. You could feel your inhibitions let go, and your hands became tangled up in his hair, your breath lost, your heart pounding. 

He whispered your name, needing you. 

Within minutes and the two of you were back on your bed, disrobed and exploring each other. Thorin’s lips caressed every inch of you, and when he was kissing down the inside of your thigh, he looked up at you. “Why did you ever think you needed a spell to capture my heart? It was always yours.” 

The two of you joined, exhaling in relief at the pent up frustration. Thorin was over you, his one hand gripping yours. To feel him connected with you, feel him inside you, giving himself over to you by choice, that was the true magic. 

Your bodies were synchronised, moving together in rhythm so well. 

Each and every time Thorin’s gaze connected with yours, and you could see the love for you there. It burned. The spell you had cast had diluted his true love, and his gaze the day earlier had been as if he weren’t quite in the room with you. Now he was present for every second. 

Every thrust was now making you build upward towards climax. The sensations feeling as if waves were cascading down your body, until the last one took hold. It came from the base of your stomach, and shattered outward. You shook, and as you rode out that one spectacular wave, Thorin kept his gaze locked on you. 

The sensation of you gripping Thorin’s girth in your plateau pushed him over the edge, and he spilled. He dug his head against your neck, groaning at the wondrous pleasure that washed over him. 

Both of you fell down beside each other, panting and sweating. Thorin reached for you, and you rolled over to him, and put your head on his chest. “Is that what true love feels like?” you gasped. 

“No spell could ever replicate that,” Thorin said softly. “When you first placed the spell on me, it was as if I couldn’t control my words, and no longer could I keep my feelings for you secret. But the expression of my love for you, it…I cannot describe it. It was as if it was dulled, and when dusk came, the spell having ended, my heart and my body burned for you again, like it always had. The spell stopped me feeling that love in a true sense.” 

“Why did you never tell me how you felt?” you asked, propping yourself up on your arm. 

“I was terrified of rejection. The spell at least took away my cowardice.” 

“You’re the bravest man I’ve ever known, and yet you couldn’t tell me you loved me?” you asked, not quite able to believe such a revelation. “You lead a kingdom, and armies, yet you couldn’t tell me three simple words.” 

Thorin sighed. “You did not tell me either.” 

“I had reason not to,” you scoffed. “You’re a king. Declaring your love to a king and expecting them to love you in return is just ridiculous.” 

You saw that anger flare in Thorin’s eyes again, and his jaw clenched. “I am a king in name and by my birth right. But I am no different to you in heart. There is only one that I bow to, and that is my wife and Queen. And those positions will only ever be filled by one person…you.” 

***

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My Girl [Chapter 12][Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]

Summary: Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife? 

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]

WC: 3K

Warning: Age gap, cursing, arguing, angst

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You took a deep breath and knocked on the door, praying that Margot wasn’t the one to open it. 

The door swung open. It was Jake. Surprise creased his beautiful face, followed quickly by relief. 

“Nat,” he breathed and you almost had to steady yourself because your name on his lips was, and always will be, mesmerizing. You hated how much Jake Seresin made you feel, igniting every single nerve ending in your body without even raising a finger. “I’m so glad you’re here.” 

You shook your head to silently explain you weren’t there to see him. “I’m here for Ellie. We had a date planned, remember?” 

Jake pondered that for a moment before realization dawned on him and he nodded. “Right, donuts and hot chocolate at the beach.” 

“We made those plans before I knew her grandparents were in town, so if we have to reschedule that’s fine, can you just let Ellie know? I don’t want her to think I ditched her.” 

“Margot and Ron left this morning.” 

What Jake didn’t tell you was that he practically threw them out. That he had taken them in the backyard after your date and told them that they could either get on board with your relationship, or get out. 

They had chosen the latter. 

“I see,” you said, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another. You were wearing leggings and a sweatshirt, a puffy jacket pulled on top and a baseball cap, no makeup. Jake had never seen you look more beautiful. “Is Ellie awake?” 

Jake gave you a tight smile. “She’s in her room, organizing her toys. I’ll grab her in a second.” 

“OK.” 

You were still upset about the other night. The way you had left things with Jake left a lot to be desired. It made you sad to think that he still didn’t believe that you loved him. As if you didn’t sit awake the nights that you were apart, aching for his arms around you. As if his voice on the other end of the phone didn’t smooth away all of the anxiety and annoyance that you balled up and stored away during the work day. As if his touch wasn’t like modern medicine, curing your maladies instantaneously. 

It scared you to your core how much you wanted him. Needed him. Desired him. All of him. Not just his looks or his velvety voice or the chivalrous mannerisms. You loved the way he gently helped Ellie pack her backpack in the morning, and the way he poured your coffee the moment you walked into the kitchen at breakfast and how he always made sure to buy an extra cookie from the bakery for you to have in the car ride home because he knew how hangry you would get. You loved how he let you go on and on about your cases and clients, and the feeling of his knuckles curved perfectly into the arches of your foot as you sipped wine on the couch and watched comedy reruns and the simple way he always brushed the hair from your face and kissed your temple before you fell asleep. 

Jake Seresin was your dream. But sometimes you were worried he was still trapped in his own nightmare. And worse, that he felt like he needed to do it alone. That he was too afraid to ask for help to pull himself out of the dream.

“Natalie?” His voice shook you from your thoughts. Jake stepped forward, pulling the door shut behind him so it was just the two of you on the wraparound porch. Jake placed his hands on your arms. “I’m an ass.” 

You snorted out a laugh despite yourself and Jake’s face lit up in a golden grin. “Jake, you know I love you. I know you do. When are you going to start trusting me enough to believe it?” 

Jake slid one arm around your waist, his fingers brushing softly over the small of your back. “God, you’re too smart for me, do you know that?” 

You laughed again. “Honey, all women are too smart for all men. It’s why the world keeps turning. We’re the ones in charge, we just let you think you are.” 

“I never for one second thought I was running this show,” he murmured softly. 

“Do you believe me?” you asked. 

Jake nodded. “I do.” 

“Can you promise me you’re not going to lose it on me again?” 

“Honey, I’ve never felt worse than I did watching your face the moment those words left my lips.” Jake’s fingers traced along your jaw. “I hate to see you upset.” 

“Then stop being the reason I’m upset.” 

That broke him. “You’re right,” Jake said and his face was twisted in pain. “I’m sorry. I keep fucking up and blaming you and it’s my fault. I’m still figuring things out, Nat. All I know is that you’re the person I want beside me as I do.” 

“I’m right here,” you murmured, reaching your arms around his neck, pulling his lips down to hover near yours. “I am right here beside you.” 

And then you leaned forward, your lips against his, feeling Jake’s warm body as he pressed you against the cool wooden post, his hands grazing over your hips as he deepened the kiss. And as badly as you wanted to wrap your legs around his waist, have him take you inside and crawl on top of you, fuck you into the mattress until you had tears streaming out of your eyes, you pulled back, breathless. 

“Ellie,” you muttered. “I promised her we’d go. Trust me, I want nothing more than to do this, but if I don’t stop now I’m never going to stop kissing you.” 

Jake chuckled against your lips, pressing one last kiss to your mouth before pulling away, his hand on your back steering you into the house. “I’ll go get her.” 

“Do you want to come with us?” you asked. 

He shook his head. “It’s your thing with her. I don’t want to interrupt.” Jake started for the stairs, climbing one before turning back around, one hand on the banister. “Nat?”

“Yeah?” 

“Thank you. For everything. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell you how much it means to me that Ellie has you in her life. That you’ve been so willing to take us both in.” He choked on the last few words and you had to hold yourself back from attempting to gather him in your arms, pepper kisses across his face. Jake let his vulnerability show like a badge of honor, unlike so many men you had met in the past. 

“You’re welcome,” you said finally, and Jake gave you a lingering smile before heading upstairs to get Ellie. 

You leaned against the banister, waiting for them. Not for the first time, it started to sink in. How ingrained you were becoming in their lives. 

So when Ellie appeared at the top of the stairs, with a bright smile and bundled in a puffy winter jacket, you grinned and opened your arms and she flew into them. And the thought crossed your mind of how much it would hurt to ever lose her. 

How much of a hole it would leave in your heart to let her go. 

***

“Ms. West?” 

You turned in your seat. One of the paralegals whose name you had already forgotten stood anxiously near your desk. “Yes?” 

The brunette gave you a tight frown. “Patrick Donnovan would like to see you in his office.” 

You groaned. It had been months since your run in with Patrick, the day you brought Ellie to work. But that was the thing about Patrick. Even if he wasn’t in your face, he was always in the back of your mind, lingering. Like he had rented a studio apartment in your head and he shared a wall with your anxiety so you were never able to shake him. 

You thought about knocking, but instead just pushed the door open. Patrick looked up from where he sat at his desk, crooked nose perched high in the air. “Natalie,” he said, sweeping out a suit-clad arm. “Take a seat.” 

The chair was warm as you sunk into it, and that only made you worry about the poor person who had inhabited it before you. A sigh bubbled in your throat and you had to clamp it down. 

“How are you?” 

Patrick wasn’t one for small talk so the question came out of left field. “I’m fine, thanks.” 

His eyebrows knitted together. “I know the last time we spoke you were upset with me.” 

You frowned. “Upset is an interesting word choice, but OK.” 

“Natalie.” Patrick sighed. “I’m going to be frank with you. It’s come to my attention that you could have misconstrued what I said.” No shit, you wanted to say. But instead you remained silent, digging your red nails into the fleshy palms of your hands where they sat in your lap. “For that, I apologize. I brought you in today to tell you about a new account we’re putting you on. It’s part of our capital markets practice.” 

You nodded. 

“I want you to lead point on it.” 

That took you by surprise even more than Patrick asking how you were doing. You would have fallen out of the chair if not for the beefy leather sides. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” 

“Our cap markets practice is expanding and we want you to lead due diligence on it,” he explained. “The work will be split between our San Diego and New York offices.” 

Your mouth was threatening to drop open. Leading a major arm like cap markets was unheard of for an associate. It could be the thing that, if done successfully, tipped you onto the fast track for partner. 

And then Patrick’s words sunk in. 

“Did you say New York?” 

He nodded. “The cap markets team is primarily in New York, just down the street from the exchange. We’ll need you out there at least once a month for the foreseeable future, until the infrastructure has been implemented and we’ve seen a minimum of one fiscal quarter with positive profitability.” 

“That could be months, even years,” you said softly, mostly to yourself. The thoughts were already rolling around in your head. How would you explain to Jake that you were going to be gone one or two weeks out of the month, every month? How would you break it to Ellie? 

Patrick leaned over, elbows hitting the hard wood of his desk. “Is that a problem?” 

That’s when you saw it in his eyes. It was a test. Of course it had been a test, all along. 

And fuck if you were going to let him win. 

“Not at all,” you said, standing up and smoothing your skirt. Patrick’s eyes grazed over your bare legs and you had to stop yourself from physically shaking and gagging at the thought of even his eyes roaming your body. “When can I expect a full brief?” 

“Tomorrow,” Patrick said, standing as well. “I’ll have Cerza write it up and send it over. We’ll need you in New York next month for kickoff.” 

You didn’t bother acknowledging his last statement or saying goodbye. You simply walked out of his office, straight down the hall, head tall, ignoring the curious glances as you made your way to the bathroom, locking yourself in the first stall and crumpling into a seated position on the floor, tears streaming down your face. 

You didn’t know if there was a world with both. It was either Jake and Ellie, or your job. Everything you had worked for. Everything that your parents had fought to set you up for.

It was a test. Accept the position and be on track for partner.

Or decline, and watch your future at the firm crumble and fade.

Patrick knew it. And you knew it, too. 

***

“Don’t take offense at this, but for a four-year-old she looks weirdly at home in a bar.” 

Jake laughed, taking a sip of his beer before setting it down gently on the wood counter. He looked over to his right, where Ellie sat propped in Bradley’s arms while he showed her how he was using the pool cue. Next to them, Bob and Phoenix were leaning against the pool table, their eyes locked on Ellie. “Mav’s girlfriend owns the bar, so we’re here plenty. She’s got her own daughter, Amelia, who babysits Ellie on occasion.” He shrugged. “We spend a lot of time here. Or at least, we used to.” 

There was a noticeable pause on his end and you let the silence take hold. You had started to notice when Jake had memories of Lizzie, and instead of trying to insert yourself into the conversation, you simply stayed quiet and let him live out the thought. 

He smiled after a moment. “Glad you could make it. You’ve been so busy lately, I’ve barely seen  you.” 

You gave him a tight smile and then pressed your wine glass to your lips. It had been almost two weeks since Patrick told you about the capital markets expansion, and you had yet to tell Jake. The firm was already laying the groundwork for your trip to New York to jumpstart the integration. You had set up introductory meetings and pulled the relevant briefs and had your secretary make arrangements for a hotel in the city, and flights. 

Everything was set. The one thing you hadn’t done was tell Jake. 

There had never been a right time. Or, more accurately, there had been a million openings and you had chickened out every single time. When he turned his beautiful green eyes on you, his iridescent smile, or Ellie wrapped her tiny fingers around your leg, the words turned to dust on your lips. You couldn’t leave them. Not when things were going so well. Not when he was finally beginning to trust the fact that you had promised to stick around. Now that Jake was finally accepting the fact that you wanted this. That you wanted him, and everything he brought with him. 

How could he ever believe that you wanted a life together when you had accepted the position that would keep you away a week every month for the foreseeable future? 

“Nat?” Jake asked softly, his hand brushing on your thigh. “You OK?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, of course. I’m going to get some air if that’s OK with you?” 

He gave you a small smile and his hand trailed along your back as you scooted off the bar stool, heading for the side door that opens out onto the beach. 

Outside, you sucked in a gulp of crisp March air. The waves were crashing against the shore, and you could still hear the laughter inside the bar. It was slightly chilly, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, cursing the fact that you hadn’t brought a jacket on top of your sweater, when the sound of the door slapping back onto the frame startled you. 

Bradley gave you a grin, stepping out onto the sand and coming to stand by your side. 

“How’s it going?” he asked. 

“Good,” you replied. “How are you, Bradley?” 

He chuckled. “Can’t complain, sweetheart. But if you have any pretty single friends, I wouldn’t argue with that.”

You laughed. “I’ll have a think and get back to you.” 

“It’s a plan.” 

For a moment, the two of you stood side-by-side facing the waves in silence. It was still early afternoon and the sun had yet to dip its head below the horizon. Bradley was tall, taller than Jake, and while his presence should have felt looming, it was comforting in a way. He was a marshmallow on the inside. It was clear from the way he spoke about Jake and Ellie that he adored them. 

“Listen, Natalie, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I feel kind of responsible for Jake in a way. His dad is a bit of a shit and isn’t really around, and he doesn’t have any brothers. And no matter how many times he’s tried to get himself killed off by doing stupid maneuvers, he’s never succeeded, so that just leaves him with us.” He gave you a wry smile. “He’s a good guy. He’s a better guy than I could ever hope to be. And that little girl means the world to every single one of us.” 

Bradley sucked in a breath and you looked at his side profile. The way his mustache ruffled when he spoke, and the way he looked longingly over the water. There was something a little broken about him. You guessed that he had walls up around his own heart. That’s why he was so adamant you didn’t break Jake’s heart. He knew first hand what it was like to lose someone. 

“I can’t stand around and watch them get hurt.”

You turned to him. “I love him.” It was the truth. 

“I know you do.” 

How was it that Bradley had read your mind? As if he sensed you pulling away, however minutely. “I don’t want to hurt him. Or Ellie. I care about them so much.” 

Bradley met your gaze. “Just do me one favor?”

“Of course.” Your tongue was dry in your mouth. You could feel the heat of his eyes on you and it made sweat prick at your pores, despite the chill. It was like Bradley could see into your brain and knew there was a secret hiding in the gyri folds. 

“Be honest with him. About where you are and where you want to go. Because for all of his great qualities, and he has a lot, he can be really slow to read people and situations. So it’s up to you to guide him. Because when he falls, he falls hard.” Bradley paused, his jaw tense. “And he deserves to be happy. They both do, after everything they’ve gone through. So if there’s even a single ounce of doubt in your mind, that you’re not ready for this, not ready for them, for all of it, let him go, Natalie.”

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[unluckyhoneybee]

Roses (Daniel Ricciardo)

Things are not how you imagined to be, but Daniel has his reasons, right?. Angst to fluff.

Note: this was suppose to be angsty as fuck but I'm a sucker for happy endings.

Warning: Danny is kind of a dick sometimes. Mentions of sex, not explicit. Mentions of alcohol consumption.

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You never imagined you would end up like this. You never imagined you would be kn this situation with him. Maybe with someone else, but not with Daniel Ricciardo.

It has been two years ago after a party somewhere in L.A. You already knew him. You were one of those friends he had everywhere. Those friends he loved to meet on his free days and go and do crazy shit with. That day after the party, he took you to your home. It was way too far from his mansion, but he didn't mind driving. You invited him and somehow he ended up fucking you on your couch.

It started as a casual fuck. You had enjoyed the first time, so the next three of four flowed with a couple of beers or nice wine. Then he called you and asked if you wanted to come over.

Fuck buddies. Then? Friends with benefits.

It was fine at first. He was Daniel Ricciardo and sex was amazing. You kept your feeling in bay. You had it under control. But you made a mistake. You had been feeling down for some days. He was supposed to go to your flat for a quick fuck before taking the plane. He loved those goodbye quickies. But as soon as Daniel kissed you you broke down. You couldn't stop your sobs and he literally had to take you to the bed. He had never been so gentle as when he laid you down. He stayed with you, changed the flight and spent the whole night laying with you on your arms, watching crappy films and eating all kind of snacks.

Nights like that got more usual. And suddenly you found yourself on this non tagged relationship. There were no rules. There was no commitment. But even when you hadn't talked about it, but you were exclusive.

Now, almost two years later, it was breaking you. It was breaking you so slowly.

Things were bad. Daniel had lost the seat. It was messy, there were offers, negotiations, other drivers, anger, sadness, long nights of only talking about it on bed. And you felt pushed to the side. Everything you felt had been pushed aside and you kept it hidden only because he was feeling worse.

You loved him like no other. You dreamt of a future by his side. You wanted it. You wanted to share a flat or a cottage. You wanted to walk hand in hand with him. To call his family yours. To spend Christmas on the same country. You wanted to be his girlfriend. Not just YN.

"Morning" He kissed your shoulder and got up. "I'm going for a run"

You sighed. Yesterday race was awful.

"Danny..."

He turned and looked at you.

"Are you okay?"

"I just... I need to think"

You nodded.

"I... I'm here if you want to talk" You couldn't tell him you loved him because this wasn't how your thing worked.

"I know" He cupped your cheek and kissed you softly. "Sleep a bit more, baby"

You watched him leave, but couldn't fall back asleep. You needed to talk. You needed to short things out. You had made a decision and you needed to know what he thought. But the right time never arrived.

Later that night, while you were dressed on your best clothes and having a good laugh with Blake, your eyes fell on certain redhead. You knew her. She was Claire. She was beautiful and a lingerie model. She was really charming and well, so was Danny. Claire was interested in him. She had showed it well during the time you had all being together.

You turned around and drank the rest of your beer in one sip.

"Wow, girl. Careful" Blake said lowering que bottle in the table. "YN... You need to stop"

"No. I don't. I don't need to stop. I need to get pissed drunk."

You turned around and she was already leaning on him. She was a part of the conversation. Daniel had a hand on her back. And you felt so jealous. You were supposed to be on his side. You were supposed to be next to him. Not meters away. You were supposed to be his girlfriend. Everyone should now. You were tired of being a rumor, a secret. You just wanted to be there with and for him.

You gasped out loud and some people turned around.

Claire had cupped Danny's cheek and had kissed the corner of his mouth. You didn't stayed for another second. You got up and walked away.

"YN!" Blake got up and followed you.

Michael had seen the scene. Blake and you had stormed from the backyard and he had looked in Danny's direction. He was looking down at Claire and cleaning her lipstick from her face. The coach groaned and walked to him.

"Dan"

"What?"

"Have you seen YN?"

Daniel looked around and no, you weren't there.

"Where is she? She was right there with..."

"Yeah. She was right there" Daniel didn't understood what Michael meant.

"I'll go and look for..."

Michael shook his head.

"No. I will"

Daniel found you minutes later, sitting between his friends and smiling through your tears. He felt left out. He was the one supposed you would go seeking for help. He was the one that should hold you when you cried. Why hadn't you gone to him? He felt something weird on his chest. You were his. He loved you. Why hadn't you gone to him if you weren't feeling good?

You came back long minutes later. He knew you well. He could see how you had washed your face and fixed your make up. He waited for you to tell him, but you just gave him the fakest smile and grabbed your bag.

"I'm gonna call an Uber" You whispered.

"What? No" He grabbed your hand. "Let's go."

"Danny, no..." You tried to move away.

"YN, love..."

You shivered.

"Please. Let's go home" He said.

You changed in silence, moving around the bedroom and leaving parts of your outfit everywhere. You weren't yourself. Daniel quietly followed you picking first an earing, then a necklace he had bought a while ago, then the dress. Once he was done, he looked at you. You were in the middle of the bed, your fluffy blanket was over you.

"Love?"

You didn't move. Instead you closed your eyes and pretend you were asleep praying for him to not notice.

"Okay..." He turned the light of and laid next to you.

You tried to resist. But you felt as if this was the last time. You turned and hugged his body. Daniel cradled you close and kissed your forehead. Then he felt it. A tear dropping on his shoulder.

The next morning you woke up first. You were making coffee when he came out.

"Good morning"

He was careful, waking slowly to you and then leaning to kiss your cheek softly.

"Good morning" You whispered.

He waited patiently until you both had finished breakfast. He took your hand and kissed your knuckles.

"Can we talk?"

You lowered your eyes to your joined hands.

"What happened last night?" He asked even though you hadn't answered.

You bit your lip and the first tear fell. You knew it would be like this. He was so used to attention and people throwing themselves at his feet that he didn't noticed how that woman was trying to get him.

You sighed and looked through the window.

"I... I can't do this anymore"

Daniel felt his world crumbling.

"What?"

No. You weren't breaking up with him. You couldn't. He loved you.

"It's hurting me" You said and voice got stuck in your throat.

"I don't want to be the toxic girlfriend. Well. Not even that. The toxic booty call." You said and tried to clean the nonstop tears from your face.

"Toxic. You are not" Michael said and grabbed your hand.

"I am! I'm jealous. I can't..."

"Being jealous is not bad. It's just that you care. You love him, YN. And he... He is being a dick right now" Blake said. "He should get his shit together. You can't spend the rest of your life like this. So..."

"I don't want to... I love him"

"Sometimes loving someone is not enough. You have to love yourself too. And this is turning unhealthy. It's not good anymore" Michael said.

"What is hurting you?" Daniel tried to grab your hand.

"You!"

After moths, you exploded. You didn't even though of it. It just happened. The dam broke. Tears flooded down you face and your whole body trembled.

Daniel was frozen. How? How could he have hurt you when all he wanted was to protect you.

"M-me"

"Yes! You" You got up from the table and started picking the plates.

"How?"

Daniel couldn't move. He couldn't get up. He could only look at you.

"You and your fucking fear of commitment!"

Daniel looked away from you and it onle made you angrier

"See? You can't even look into my eyes." You so bend and covered your mouth. "I can't. I can't do this anymore. I can't pretend I'm find with you hiding our thing. What am I to you? Eh? I'm a body that you can fuck! And your boxing bag! And your fucking therapist! I'm the one who has been for you during this two awful years! I have been swallowing my problems only because you always had something worst in your life. I have always been there! Good and bad times! And even though, you can't acknowledge me! You can't call me what I am! You can't grab my hand or show them what we have! You can't even tell your parents we have been doing this for two years. You can't tell then you have a girlfriend!"

You looked at him, tears in your eyes. You were panting, you face was red and wet. You were shaking and regretting having had that breakfast.

Daniel was crying. He was silent but tears were falling and falling. He had this pressure on his chest and his knuckles were white.

"And you won't even speak" You whispered defeated. You leaned on the counter and covered your face again.

"I wanted to protect you" He said finally looking at you. "Before you... There were other girls. They... They treated them so poorly. They didn't deserve it. Fans... Media..."

You looked at him, your lip trembling.

"I was protecting you from that" He said breathing deeply. "Then problems with the team got bigger and... I was leaving the door open."

"T-the door open"

"Yes! For you to leave whenever you want to! I'm a cunt! I'm a fucking cunt!" He got up and you flinched. "I don't want you to go through this. But I can't push you away either. I'm a coward. I know you'd be better with someone else but I can't let you go because I love you. I was just... I was just trying to protect you"

You looked into each other eyes. He thought you would jump into his arms, you would cry on his neck like other times, you would say I love you back. But no.

"That wasn't your decision to make, Daniel." You said and cleaned your tears. "Now leave."

"Leave"

"Yes leave. I need to be alone. I-I won't go to Mexico. Sorry."

His heart broke in millions of pieces. He had never felt like this. He had never felt so disconnected from everything.

"YN"

"Leave, Daniel" You said sobbing again.

You were on the sofa when he left. Not without a kiss in your head. Just in case it was the last.

You cried in the sofa. You couldn't stop. You had never felt so broken.

"I fucked up" He told Michael on the phone.

"I know. I know."

"I can't go on without her"

Daniel was leaning against his car. He couldn't leave. Not just yet.

"Don't. Don't you dare to get into that plane without her. You know well what you have to do, Daniel. You have always known."

"Why didn't you..."

"Daniel. This is not someone else's fault. You were the one who kept her hidden. It was all you. You did that to yourself. And sorry if it sounds harsh. It's true." Michael sighed on his side of the phone. "You know what to do, Daniel"

Daniel looked up at your window. He was hoping to see you there, but instead he saw the sky reflection on it.

"Okay"

"Good luck, mate"

Daniel drove to the nearest flower shop. A bouquet of roses.

You heard the doorbell and stopped crying. You tried to compose yourself before getting up, but it had no sense. You were a mess.

Then you opened the door and almost faint. He was back there again, he had that bouquet of roses and his eyes were red.

"YN... I can't leave..." He said. "Not like this."

You moved to let him in, but didn't say anything.

He passed you the flowers. "I picked them because they remind you of me"

You took them and a whimper left your mouth.

"I love you. I love you so much. And... I'm sorry. I can't... I didn't know I was doing this to you. I'm a dick. I don't deserve all of this. I don't know if you really want this anymore. But... If you just let me... I could. I could make it real. I could give you what you want and... "

"Why now? Why now and not yesterday? Or an hour ago"

"Because I'm an idiot. And I wish I had done this so long ago. I'm a cunt. And... I love you. But everything is so difficult and I'm scared of losing you too. Because you are the only thing I had that was always there. And i wish I had looked a bit further than my own asd and had seen you were suffering too..."

You left the flowers in the bed and took slow steps. He stood frozen because he didn't know how you would react.

"I just want it to be real... To know it will last and it's something we both share and... Yeah, real. I want it to be a reality, to give it a name and meet your family and be with you on this three races and have your hand. I don't want to hide"

"Let's stop hiding then" He whispered and cupped your cheeks. "Be mine. Be my girlfriend." He added looking into your eyes.

"I love you" You said and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Be my girlfriend, please"

You sealed his words with a kiss. I kiss like no other you've shared. A kiss that left you too longing for mor and grawling over the other's body.

"I love you" He said again. "I love you more than anything."

You hid on his neck and he threaded his fingers on your hair.

"Thank you" He whispered. "I promise it will be worth. I promise you I will show you every day how much I love you and how much you deserve."

You nodded slowly and smile.

"Okay"

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[heyheydidjaknow]

At about 1 am last night I was struck with the overwhelming urge to write this. I don’t like that fact but it is a fact regardless. The title doesn’t make it obvious, but this is a yandere venti X reader, so check the warnings if you’re worried about that sort of thing.

Good Wine

All things considered, he thought he had done a solid job. Sure, the rug was not the prettiest thing in the world, the bed little more than a sack of hay and a blanket and the walls lacking in any sort of decoration, but considering the circumstances, he thought his efforts were, if nothing else, apparent. He had taken the time, as some might not have, to place things around the room he thought you would like, from a stack of books taken from your personal collection to lamps and candles— which he had paid a good amount for— that he considered to be your style. There were still more things to do, of course, chairs and pillows to make this feel like an apartment more than a glorified prison cell, but those things would come in good time. He wanted your input on those sorts of things regardless; this was still your living space as much as it was his.

“So.” He set his head on his knees. “I’m sure you have questions.”

You were not screaming. That was a good sign, probably. Not that it would matter; the two of you were so far out and away from the city that even if you did scream nobody would be around to hear it. Seeing as you did not know that, though, it gave him something like hope. Perhaps it was possible that you would not be as opposed to this arrangement as he has previously assumed.

Your voice was soft, shaky. “Where am I?”

“Old Mondstadt.” There was no reason to be dishonest. “Higher up than one would typically venture, especially without a vision. Secrecy, for obvious reasons, is important, so this should allow us a bit of privacy while you get accustomed to your environment.” He smiled. “I wouldn’t recommend trying to leave, though; it’s a very far drop at a very steep angle, and I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

You were not tied up. Still, you made no effort to try to attack him. You looked out towards the mouth of this modified cave to check if he was lying. He was not. “Why am I here?”

His knees fell outward as he crisscrossed his legs, setting a sack in front of him. You watched him carefully– as if he would take this opportunity, of all times, to hurt you– as he pulled out a loaf of bread, a block of cheese, four apples, two cups and a bottle. He thought it a good idea, when his plan was originally decided upon, to take the time and money to get the two of you a very expensive bottle of wine as a show of good will; of all the things in what he hoped would become your new home, he had spent the most money on this. He uncorked it, pouring a conservative portion into each of your cups before setting one down in front of you, the rest of the food put between you and him.

You eyed the cup suspiciously.

He tossed the sack to the side. “I wouldn’t poison it.” He took a sip from his cup slowly, deliberately swallowing so that you could tell it was safe. “I’ll have you know I hold wine too sacred to. Besides,” he joked, trying to lighten up what was becoming an increasingly oppressive mood, “I wouldn’t waste a perfectly good bottle to do that; this was two months of savings!”

You did not even smile.

He looked down at his hands, voice softening. “You’ve been asleep for quite some time, you know. It would be bad for you not to eat.”

You took an apple, licked and then took a bite out of it. You chewed it slowly, and after what seemed like an unusually long time, swallowed.

He set his cup down, swallowing back a lump of nervousness in his throat. When he had talked to you in the past, it had never been quite so hard to get himself to speak clearly as it was now. This was unfortunately not the time for passionate ballads; what you needed was a rational explanation as to what he would take you away from your friends and family, an explanation that he did not have and could not for the life of him create. “Well,” he started slowly, struggling to meet your eyes, “I suppose that the reason you are here, right now, with me, is because I love you.”

He hated that he could not read the expression on your face. He understood that of all times this was a bit late to be feeling any sort of shame for what he was doing, but even now, after all this time getting himself on board with this whole ordeal, he still could not ignore the way his stomach churned at how uncomfortable he had made you. This was wrong. He understood that it was wrong. The reality of the situation was, of course, that he had kidnapped you because it was selfish, but he could hardly tell you that.

He smiled gently, pushing the feeling to the side. You were scared; you needed reassurance. “You treated me well. You took me seriously and you spent time with me and you cared to know me. I’m grateful for that; I’m not typically around people who treat me with that sort of consideration.”

Your expression was not changing.

“You really are wonderful, you know.” He tore off a chunk of bread, taking a bite out of it to give his hands something to do and to give this delicate conversation a more casual feel. “Kind, considerate, unassuming: I’m very fortunate to have you in my life.” He swallowed. “And I cherished the time we had together; you and I, sat looking at the stars as we laughed and joked and teased one another.” He felt heat flush his ears. “I still cherish that time, however brief. If I have not irreparably destroyed what we have, I hope to spend more moments like that with you.”

You took another bite from the apple. If he had a god to pray to he would pray that this all was not lost on you.

He took another bite out of the bread. “I don’t know if I have ever told you, or if I have ever had the opportunity to tell you, but I am effectively immortal.” He took a sip from the wine, barely tasting it. “I’m an archon, as a matter of fact: the patron god of Mondstadt. It takes quite a bit of effort to kill a god; unfortunately, time has proven that it is not up to the task, seeing as I am unfortunately still here.” He gestured to the bottle. “Have as much of that as you want, by the way; I got it to celebrate.” He cleared his throat, checking your expression. “Am I making sense so far? Typically I’m not this nervous.”

You leaned your back against the cave wall, closing your eyes as if blocking out the sight of him would make the situation any less real than it was.

He wished he had a lower tolerance for alcohol; his hands were shaking. “But anyways.” He tucked his legs underneath him. “Immortality has not been kind to me, you understand; those that are not immortal have an unfortunate affinity for dying. It makes forming relationships difficult, especially with those with adventurous spirits and hearts yearning for glory, which is unfortunate given the type of people I associate with typically.” He set his hands on his knees. “While you don't seem particularly driven by these things, you are still mortal and still human, and while I understand that, developmentally, it’s important for you to be able to do whatever you choose and to take risks, frankly, I don’t really care.”

You still were not responding.

He continued. “You’re very important to me.” He fiddled with the fabric of his shorts. “And I have decided that the best thing to do— admittedly, mostly for my sanity’s sake— is to keep you here, where no human or creature could possibly reach or hurt you.” He chose not to meet your eyes. “I’ll bring you food and drink and I will offer you entertainment as best I can. I may bring people I trust to spend time with you, even take you down so that you may stretch your legs, as I do understand that this space, however much I try, is not the ideal living situation.” His mouth was painfully dry. “I will do my best to provide for your every need, work so that you might not have to, make you want for as little as is reasonable. I don’t have much, but I swear to give you what little I do have, and while I understand that, right now, it may seem like my word means very little— this entire situation,” he admitted, smiling sheepishly, “is absolutely against just about every principle that I hold— but I want you to know that I have every intention of keeping you happy and safe.”

You opened your eyes again, looking back out at the mouth of the cave and back at him. You leaned towards him. “And in return?”

He blinked. “In return?”

“What do you want out of me?” Your hands balled into fists. “You’re not doing this all for me. What do you expect from me?”

He reached forward, brushing a bit of hair out of your face. “What I want,” he explained, voice lowering at the new proximity, “is for you, at some point, to feel the same way about me that I feel about you however I can.”

You were shaking. “And how are you going to do that?”

“If I told you that, it would take all the fun out of it.” Despite his best efforts to keep his voice fairly light, he could see how you wilted at his words. “And it wouldn’t be very romantic if I told you everything I planned on doing outright.”

You looked back at the mouth of the cave, then at him. You picked the cup up, took a drink from it, stood up, and sprinted for the exit.

His response was automatic. In an instant, you were on your back, pushed back into the shelter by a force that seemed to almost whip at your skin. You scrambled away from it, curling in on yourself to try to let the wind rush over and past you.

He watched you, keeping his face neutral as his stomach sank. “You know you wouldn’t survive the fall.” He laid on his side to stay at your eye level. “And even if you did, in your state, how do you suggest you get back to where you came from? Crawl?”

You looked over at him through your arms, eyes brimming with tears. “Fuck you.”

He forced out a laugh, fear welling up in his chest. You could not die. “Maybe another time.” He rolled onto his stomach, propping his head on his folded arms. “It’s alright. I think you would be stunning even without working legs.”

You sat up, crawling back to your spot as if your limbs were being dragged by weights. You did not look at him, instead taking a chunk of bread and stuffing it in your mouth to muffle your crying, as if it would make it any less obvious.

He sat back on his knees, reaching over and wiping your face, ignoring how you flinched. “But I wouldn’t do that to you. That wouldn’t be right.” He smiled gently. “It wouldn’t be a smart move on my part either; if I want you to love me, I can’t exactly do that by scaring you half to death, can I?”

You were shivering.

He untied his cape, setting it in front of you. “You can use this. I still need to get all your things; with you gone, getting into your room might be a bit more challenging than usual, but I’m sure I can manage.” He kissed you on the forehead as if your skin did not crawl at the action, standing up. “I promise I’ll be back soon.” He tried to keep his voice stable. “Please don’t try to die again while I’m gone, alright?”

He was not used to the sight of you so defeated, made to look small next to him of all people. You needed space, would resent him if he did not leave you alone, but he was scared to, now, afraid of what you might do, afraid of losing you.

He would be back soon.

“I love you.” He took one last look back at you before stepping off the ledge. “You’ll see that.”

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[bambikisss]

Finding Australia

PART TWO TO : BANK TELLER

-> After coming back into Chan's life after the heist, he tries to keep you close and out of trouble.

Story warnings: mentions of Stockholm syndrome, Alcohol, depression

Mature warnings: choking, biting, spitting, overstimulation, tying up.

You can't just keep going in and out, baby. You're mine. I refuse to let you go.

You never thought after the heist that you would pursue a normal life.

You thought you'd either be caught and spend the rest of your life in prison or succeed and live in hiding for the rest of your life somewhere. You had no plans on staying in Korea and dating your hostage.

But yet, here you were sitting in his luxury apartment drinking wine while he looked through his work folders.

Life is funny that way, in a way.

As you leaned over to run your hand through his hair, he sighed, leaning back to meet your hand as he closed his eyes. Work had been more demanding as of late and he was obviously tired. He could feel himself falling asleep just from you running your hands through his hair, pulling away to face you. He was shocked that you were in front of him right now after thinking he'd never see you after the hostage situation. He leaned over to kiss your hand, smiling as you took a sip of your wine, the gold-rimmed glass touching your lips. "I think someone is sleepy," you mused, Chan, chuckling as he stood up, holding his hand out to you to lead you back to his plush bed, laying you both down.

He kissed your forehead, taking the wine glass from you to place on the nightstand as you laid your head on his chest, the rain outside hitting the floor-to-ceiling windows, the moon streaming in. It looked like a scene in a movie or someone's life they wanted to live.

Chan rubbed your back, snapping you out of your daydream. He leaned over to kiss your forehead, chuckling as you smiled. "I never thought my kidnapper would be so happy to be cuddled up in a bed and kissed by the person they kidnapped."

You scoffed lightly, looking up at him as he pulled the covers over you both. "Never thought the person I kidnapped wanted me to still be in their life afterwards." Chan soon mirrored your smile, kissing you sweetly before sighing and closing his eyes as he fell asleep. You let your finger move across his rested features, admiring how they looked in the moonlight. When you kidnapped him and sat in the room for four days, you never got to see his features up close due to the room's darkness. Now that you had ample lighting, you took any and every opportunity to admire him. You admired how his eyes slightly crinkle when he smiles, the way he licks and bites his lips when he's focused, then applies chapstick afterward. You studied his routines; he gets home from work, takes off his clothes, and puts them on together on a hanger to go be dry cleaned at the end of the week, all to be pressed as well. Then, he'll go shower using gel shower soap that smells like a fancy wine bar, then pours himself a glass of wine before making dinner, then sits down to do some work as he eats.

He was sweet to you and catered to you in every way possible. You had truly fallen for him, and so had he.

Chan promised that he would keep you safe and to do so, he never referred to the robbery or your past life beyond the walls of his apartment. He would drive you to and from work and bring you food. He wanted to keep you safe and near his heart at all times.

So when he came into work the next morning and noticed his old boss sitting in one of his chairs waiting for him, he froze. He hadn't seen him since he quit the week after the robbery. He cleared his throat, leaning back to tell his secretary that he was in a meeting and to not let anyone else into the room before closing the door, making his boss turn around.

"Ah, Chan. How have you been? I see that you have moved on to bigger and better things."

Chan made no comment, walking to sit down at his desk before sighing, folding his hands together as he leaned back in his chair. "I noticed your hair is no longer black. I didn't know my number one bank teller was into bleaching his hair."

Chan had bleached his hair after he changed jobs, you helping him as his own hair stylist was out of town for a month.

His old boss took a minute to see that Chan was not in the mood for old banter, sighing before deciding to get on with his point. "I was able to get some footage from the robbery of all of their faces without the masks. I'm going to the police with it and getting my hands on the money that they're shoveling out to find them."

That caught Chan's attention and made his heart stop.

The police had set out a bounty of 1.4 million won for any critical information that anyone had about the robbery. The police had been chasing them since it happened and had even taken every employee for an interview to see if they could get a clear description of the events that happened and the robbers. However, everyone had either forgotten about how they looked or was in too much shock to remember anything.

At Chan's silence, he leaned forward to stare at him. "Come on, Chan, you should be excited about this. Those criminals are going to be behind bar-" "Are you ever going to move on, Mr. Park Myung-hoon" Chan didn't mean to sound so cold and condescending, but his mind immediately went to you. If he had footage and you were on it, they could come after you as your appearance may have changed, but not your face shape and voice.

Myung-Hoon raised an eyebrow at Chan's tone of voice, crossing his arms. "Are you suffering from Stockholm syndrome or something? Do you not understand what this kind of evidence could do?" Chan's eye twitched at his comment about Stockholm syndrome, rolling his eyes to soothe his growing annoyance. "Chan, come on. Did your kidnapper give you some kind of kiss or promise that is driving you crazy? Did she offer you some kind of washed up pussy-"

"Enough. Shut your mouth or you can get the fuck out of my office."

Myung-hoon and Chan had a stare-off, Chan's voice now showing his annoyance as he repeated what he said. He would not take any sort of disrespect about you, not thinking about how it looked to his former boss. Myung-Hoon puts his hands up in defeat, standing up before sliding his business card over to him on the desk making Chan raise an eyebrow. "I'll let you know when I'm going to send it to the police. If you want to come with me and you snap out of your...feelings, call me."

Chan bit the inside of his cheek as he left, his eyes going to the card before he grabbed his phone, texting you immediately about his plans. You sent nothing back, but you read it, Chan seeing the notification. He hoped you had an idea, sighing before he focused back on work, thinking about you in the back of his mind all day.

He rushed home after work, eager to see you and help in any way he could, bursting through the door, hoping to see you sitting on the couch as you always were when he returned home, but was met with an empty couch, you nowhere in sight. There was no trace of you anywhere in the apartment, making Chan's heart drop as he looked around. The bed was still freshly made and there were no dishes in the sink from you.

You were nowhere in sight.

Chan sighed, calling you multiple times with no response. He rested his elbow on the counter, his hand running over his face as he stared at his phone. He had sent you multiple messages, all with no read receipt from you. He felt his body begin to become weak and his eyes start to well up. He felt the same way when he returned home for the first time following the robbery. He would never admit it, but he fell into a deep depression following that until you came into his office. Now, he was falling back into the feeling. As he leaned his head back to stop his tears from falling, noticing a note on the bathroom counter. He rushed to it, opening it quickly to hopefully get an idea of where you were.

Chan, I know about your boss's plan. I can't stay here. It's too much of a risk. I hope one day soon we meet again. I love you and no one will ever replace you in my mind and heart. Goodbye Chan.

Chan's hands began to shake as his tears hit the paper, his eyes rereading the paper over and over again. You were gone. Again. He wouldn't be able to see you anymore; he can't come home to you, he can't kiss you, he can't sleep next to you anymore.

You were gone.

Chan didn't usually allow himself to cry, but he made an exception for the moment, falling to his knees as he sobbed. The rain that aggressively hit the windows blocked out the sound of his sobs as he lay on the ground. He couldn't accept that you were gone. He thought that he may have Stockholm due to how much his heart was hurting, but he honestly didn't care.

He thought about you so much over the next few months. He was going through the motions of life so as to not disturb anyone else. He kept up his outward appearance and tried to keep up his emotions, but cried when he returned home.

So, he decided to go visit his mom in Australia for a bit. He hadn't seen her in so long and missed her dearly. Whenever things went horribly, his mom was the first person he'd go to growing up, so why not now when he was an adult? He took two weeks off of work before going down to see his mom, embracing her at the airport before following her to the car, laughing as she rapidly fired off questions to him. When she asked if he had a girlfriend as he placed his luggage into the trunk, he paused, gulping before replying with "no mom, not anyone you could meet yet anyways."

He tried his hardest to no longer think about you as he helped his mom out around the house and spent time with her. He helped his mom make kimchi and bake for her neighbors, his mom not skipping out on the opportunity to try and get him with her neighbor's daughter. He tried to get to know her like he got to know you, but found himself comparing you to her. He felt disgusted by how he was acting about it, but he couldn't help but think about you whenever she tried to flirt with him. He felt nothing when she touched his arm, and felt nothing when she asked him to come to a masquerade party that a friend of hers was holding. He, of course, tried to refuse but his mom cut in, saying that he would go.

He sighed as he stood in front of the mirror in the opera house, splashing water on his face as he tried to calm down. "Come on Chan. She's probably forgotten all about you at this point. It's time for you to move on." He stared at his reflection as he calmed down, putting on his mask after a bit before walking out to join his "date," smiling at her matching mask. He followed her to the room the party was being held, the room filled with bars serving expensive drinks and people wearing expensive suits and dresses. The room was filled with people who were in the top 1 percent. Chan wondered how he met her friend, following her to the dance floor. He spun her around as they danced, Chan actually having fun for a while before her friend pulled her away to dance with her, Chan wandering off to one of the bars.

After he ordered his wine, her looked around the room, no longer seeing his date. He figured she went outside with her friend, deciding to go look for her as he reached for his wine, a beautifully manicured nail poking his hand as he made contact with the glass. He chuckled softly as both hands moved away from the glass, Chan turning to face the figure.

"My apologies." Chan smiled, admiring the figure's outfit. She wore a beautiful white dress along with a white bunny mask that only left her mouth shown, which had beautiful red lips quirked into a smirk. She extended her hand, shaking his as her other hand grabbed the glass, pulling Chan close as she whispered into his ear.

"Nice to see you again, Channie."

Chan's eyes widened as he listened to your voice, his head snapping to face where you were now walking. He felt stunned as he watched you walk into the sea of bodies, finally rushing after you after your body disappeared. He weaved through the bodies, looking for you as the music and lights filled his senses. He knew you were somewhere in the sea, he just needed to find you.

And find you he did.

He found you at the top of the steps, making your way outside as you turned your head to face him, winking before closing the door behind you. It was like Chan was in a trance, following behind you as his date called out for him. He paid her no mind, following you outside. His eyes scanned the softly lit backyard area, the water crashing against the rocks nearby as the fairy lights lit up the seating area. And there, he saw you. You were sitting down on a couch facing the water, your lips allowing the taste of wine to fill your mouth, leaving red lipstick on the glass. For the first time, Chan felt jealous of an anandamide object. He walked down to where you were seat, sitting down next to you as he removed his mask, placing it next to yours that was on the lush grass. You made no movement to face him, only taking another sip of the wine before handing it to him, allowing him to drink the rest of what was left, which he did. His lips touched where your red lips had left a mark, facing you as he did. Neither one of you spoke no words to the other, just staring at one another. His eyes scanned your face, noticing how the makeup you wore only enhanced how you looked. Just like how he remembered you looked back in Korea, you look the same in Australia.

You chose to speak first, a smile on your lips as you spoke. "I missed you. You look well."

"You look the same," You giggled at how shocked Chan sounded, nodding. He softly held your hand, happy to see that his mind wasn't playing tricks on him as his thumb moved against your wrist. "I..I have so many questions. I don't know where to start." Chan couldn't formulate how much he missed you into a proper sentence, his mind clouded as he stared at you. Without thinking, he leaned over to kiss you, your lips combining into a perfect puzzle as he pulled you close. He let his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you so you were straddling him, his lips smudgining your lipstick as he dragged his lips down your cheek and jaw to your neck, smiling as you gasped at him leaving hickies along your neck.

"Chan" he moaned at your whine, Chan picking you up as he stood up. He kissed you once more, not wanting to stop touching you. You tossed your head back, stopping him from reattaching your lips together.

You held his hand as you led him to your car, having him get into the passenger before you got into the driver's seat. Chan was surprised that you had an expensive car, asking you about it as you sped down the highways. "I live an expensive life now, Channie~" Chan sighed softly at the nickname you gave him, his hand resting on your thigh as you pulled up to your apartment building. You led him inside, not caring about your once perfect lipstick now smudged and also on Chan's lips, taking him to your penthouse.

Chan took a minute to admire your beautiful home that was filled with artwork and beautiful furniture. Before he could ask about it, his eyes moved to you slowly removing your dress as you made your way to the bedroom. Chan followed the array of clothing you left in your wake, removing his own to place next to your own before leaning against the doorway, staring down at you. You rested on the bed against the plush pillows, staring right back at him with dark eyes. He smirked as he licked his lips, making his way over to the chair where your robe rested, taking the ribbon from it. "Look at you. All laid out on this bed, waiting for me to fuck you like the slut you are. It seems like you haven't changed from the when we met."

You smirked as Chan crawled up the bed to you, roughly tying your hands behind your back before pressing you down against the bed. His lips moved across your neck, his hands moving around your body as he listened to you whine his name. Chan was in no rush to give you any sort of power, sucking marks in his wake before kissing you roughly, his fingers playing with your clit, making you arch to him. ''Oh, so now you want me to touch you. Words baby. Tell me what you want."

"Oh my fucking god Chan, if you don't-"

Chan cut you off with his lips, pushing a finger into you, the kiss muffling your loud moan, Chan swallowed your moans as he added another finger, moving it quickly. He pulled back, staring down at you as he curled his fingers, a smirk on his face from how loud you were. "Great to know that no one was playing with my pussy while I was gone." Chan pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty and near your high as he licked them clean.

You watched with an open mouth as he moved so your legs were wrapped around his waist, leaning forward so his hands were beside your head. "Now, without cursing and like a good girl: Tell me what you want, princess."

You gulped at Chan's tone of voice, missing his commanding, stern voice while you both were separated. You struggled against the ribbon that held your wrists, your ego coming out as you scoffed, leaning your head up near his as you spoke. "Fuck me."

Chan raised an eyebrow, shaking his head as he kissed his teeth, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat before pinning you back down against the bed roughly, pushing into you at the same time, making you scream. Chan waited until you adjusted to him being in you, loosening his grip around your throat as his thumb moved across your bottom lip. "I gave you one simple task and you couldn't do it. Now, I'm going to have to retrain you to remember who you belong to."

Chan didn't give you a chance to speak as his hips began to move fast in and out of you, leaving you breathless as he occasionally applied pressure to your throat whenever he hit your spot. Chan leaned down to bite your shoulder, holding in his groans as his hips moved quickly, practically breaking you in half as he moved. He leaned back at the sound of you whining that you were going to cum, Chan chuckling darkly.

"OK, and? I don't care baby. We're not stopping till I do." He smirked as you came around him, Chan licking his lip at your wetness dripping down onto his balls and thighs, his eyes meeting yours as you begged for him to calm down. He did slow down, his hips rolling to meet yours, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Are you going to be good now, baby?" He asked, his voice deep as he talked down to you, stifling a laugh at the sound of your horse voice saying yes. He nodded, his hand moving from around your throat to press his thumb and index finger to your cheeks, forcing you to open your mouth, Chan then spat into your mouth, kissing you messily afterward.

"Fill me up, Channie~" Chan paused at your voice, rolling his hips into you as he whined, nodding. "I'm gonna do it, baby. Just for you." He repeated as his hips picked up speed once more, moving roughly as he raced to meet his end, you whining at the feeling of overstimulation. Chan quickly reached behind you to rip away the ribbon, allowing you to run your hands over him and dig your nails down his back, urging him to cum in you, which he did after winning your name softly, his hips halting into you. He paused, breathing heavily as he looked down at you, sticking his tongue out as sweat rolled down his abs. He kept his eyes on you, admiring how you glowed. He pulled out, falling next to you as he kissed your thigh, making you giggle.

Always after any sort of sex, Chan worshiped your body. He would lay you down as he kissed your body and massaged your body. He wanted to show you how much he loved and worshiped you.

After he kissed all over your body, you let your thumb rub his cheek before wrapping the top sheet around your body, making your way to the bathroom, Chan following behind you.

"Where did you go?" Chan suddenly asked, making you stop in your tracks. You turned on the bath, not saying a word before holding out your hand to him, pulling him into the bath with you as you let the top sheet leave your body. You both got in, your back resting against his chest. You waited a minute before speaking, pressing a kiss to his jaw before you spoke. "Once I heard what your boss was doing, I quickly packed up and moved here. I had enough money to get this place and the car..you know, start new. I was going to call you and tell you, but I didn't know if you were working with your boss in bringing me in or not."

"If I was, wouldn't I have turned you in the minute you entered my office?" You nodded at Chan's question, smiling as his lips met your shoulder. "I missed you so much, Y/N. I missed you so very much."

"I missed you too, Chan. You have no idea." You whispered, closing your eyes against his chest.

After taking a bath and talking more, you went back to the bed together, cuddling as Chan texted his date, apologizing about ditching her before he returned his attention to you. "What are we going to do now?" He asked, making you shrug. "I don't want to risk going back to Korea as Professor told us we should stay away until your old boss focuses on something else."

"What about if I move here? I've been looking for a change of scenery and my mom had been bugging me about visiting more often."

He wanted to be with you and would do anything it took to be with you. Even if it meant leaving his whole life behind in Korea to move to Australia and stay with you.

So, he did and never looked back.

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“I’m assuming Harry told you what I said to him this morning,” Hermione said. She knew that it perhaps wasn’t the best way to begin a conversation, but the silence was beginning to drive her mad. And it finally made Draco look at her. He nodded.

“He did,” Draco agreed, taking a slow sip of his wine. “You told him you’re apparently engaged to Ron Weasley and share a flat with him in London, where you believe you fell asleep on the couch.”

“I know that’s where I fell asleep last night,” she corrected. Draco nodded his head again.

“I know,” he said, setting down his glass. “The worst part is that I believe you.”

The matter-of-factness with which Draco said it surprised her more than to hear him say Ron’s full name without even the slightest bit of malice. For a brief moment, it pushed Hermione closer to the theory that she was being pranked.

“You believe me?”

“Yes,” Draco sat forward in his seat and sighed. Throughout their conversation, he seemed to have aged another five years. “I don’t know why. But I thought about it all day. And there’s no doubt in my mind that you are Hermione. You’re just not the Hermione I asked to marry me.”

chapter four: more questions than answers

rating: m

words: 14,055

chapters: 4/22-24ish?

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[bloomblitz]

Dracula Daily September 17

Five pieces of correspondence today While then under the cut it goes

Four days and nights of peace. I am getting so strong again that I hardly know myself. While I’m happy I feel this is just a ‘things get better before they reallllly get worse’ type of situation.

the flapping against the windows, the distant voices which seemed so close to me, the harsh sounds that came from I know not where and commanded me to do I know not what Wait so Drac really did the ‘come to me, my child?’ hypnotic talking? Was it psychic or did Helsing keep hearing Drac at Lucy’s window?

although the boughs or bats or something napped almost angrily against the window-panes. Drac its been days, man! Go find some other victim.

Suddenly the door was burst open, and in rushed my patient, with his face distorted with passion. I’m assuming its Renfield, but what the actual F?!

I was thunderstruck, for such a thing as a patient getting of his own accord into the Superintendent's study is almost unknown. Almost? This has happened before?

Without an instant's pause he made straight at me. He had a dinner-knife in his hand, and, as I saw he was dangerous, I tried to keep the table between us. Oh my god he’s gonna eat the Dr.

Before he could strike again, however, I got in my right and he was sprawling on his back on the floor. Man Seward has a mean right!

He was lying on his belly on the floor licking up, like a dog, the blood which had fallen from my wounded wrist. So...is he just trying to be a vampire? There’s no plausible way Renfield would know this but now both he and Drac have sipped Seward’s blood. Yet it seems odd that Renfield would only go after the Dr. for his blood, and not any other of the attendants. It couldn’t have been easy getting all the way to Seward’s study.

(Sent to Carfax, Sussex, as no county given; delivered late by twenty-two hours.) 17 September.—Do not fail to be at Hillingham to-night. So if it was delivered almost a day late does this mean that he missed the appointment?

Memorandum left by Lucy Westenra. M E M O R A N D U M holy f. Seward missed the telegram, therefore had no reason to check on Lucy. This is gonna be one of those ‘nobody’s truly at fault or everyone’s partially at fault,’ as its just a bunch of bad luck on everyone’s part

I feel I am dying of weakness, and have barely strength to write, but it must be done if I die in the doing. poor Lucy!

I went to bed as usual, taking care that the flowers were placed as Dr. Van Helsing directed, and soon fell asleep. Ok, no troubles there

I did wish that Dr. Seward was in the next room—as Dr. Van Helsing said he would be—so that I might have called him. Just in case people are confused, here’s what’s happened: Helsing went back to Amsterdam briefly. He telegraphed Seward to have the Dr. stay at Lucy’s this night. The telegraph was delivered late because no county was listed Seward, not receiving the telegraph, would not know that Helsing was away and that he needed to be at Lucy’s.

there was a crash at the window, and a lot of broken glass was hurled on the floor. HOLY SHIT. So much for needing an invite. If Drac wants your blood he’s gonna just let himself in!

she clutched the wreath of flowers that Dr. Van Helsing insisted on my wearing round my neck, and tore it away from me. For a second or two she sat up, pointing at the wolf, and there was a strange and horrible gurgling in her throat; then she fell over—as if struck with lightning oh man. I’m so sorry Lucy.

a whole myriad of little specks seemed to come blowing in through the broken window, and wheeling and circling round like the pillar of dust that travellers describe when there is a simoon in the desert. Another scene which I hope Hollywood did right

They were all so frightened and nervous that I directed them to go to the dining-room and have each a glass of wine. Damn Lucy is hardcore. A giant wolf broke into her room just a few hours prior and literally scared her mother to death. The maids come in and start panicking and Lucy’s just like ‘oh pishposh. Settle down. Have a glass or 2 why don’t you?

  It smelt of laudanum, and looking on the sideboard, I found that the bottle which mother's doctor uses for her—oh! did use—was empty. Did...did the maids all just accidentally poison themselves? Did Drac poison them? Did someone mix up the bottles beforehand?

My dear mother gone! It is time that I go too. Good-bye, dear Arthur, if I should not survive this night. God keep you, dear, and God help me! I want her to be ok but Drac is still there. What are you playing at anyway? If you were gonna drain her dry why mess with the maids at all?...unless you were planning to drain the whole household?????

Letter, Mina Harker to Lucy Westenra. (Unopened by her.) SHIT. She’s dead, isn’t she?

as an add-on, Mina’s letter was sweet, Glad she’s doing well but in the wake of this tragedy its just bittersweet.

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Castiel watched Dean move around the kitchen with confidence; he peeled potatoes, chopped carrots, and stooped to observe his roast through the oven door window, before grabbing his timer off the counter and adjusting it by a few minutes.

Castiel sat at the counter, sipping the wine Dean had chosen to complement their meal, and observed his husband on their twenty-eighth anniversary. He was just as beautiful as ever, with white hair and crinkles at the corners of his eyes that never went away but waited there for his next smile.

And Castiel loved him more with each passing day.

31 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

#4

every time i try to write dean he just wants to be in the kitchen

46 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#3

suptober day 3: digital

@winchester-reload 's suptober 2022 event

[voicemail 03:26a 11/06/20]

“Cas… Cas why’d you have to... how could you do that when you knew it’d come for you? You knew and you said it anyway, you sonuvabitch!”

[voicemail 04:01a 11/06/20]

“I’m sorry. I… I don’t know what to-- I can’t just leave you there. You gotta come back. You gotta… come back.”

[voicemail 21:09p 11/09/20]

“I know you’re not getting these. I just wanted to hear your voice again.”

[voicemail 10:54a 11/13/20]

“Hang in there, buddy. We’ve got a plan. I… we’ll see you soon.”

57 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

#2

suptober day 2: pillow talk

@winchester-reload 's suptober 2022 event

Dean's head dropped onto Castiel's shoulder just before the end credits rolled; Castiel could only assume he'd fallen asleep.

Without looking, though, he could steal some minutes of imagination. That Dean had sat beside him on the couch with this intention, slouching ever closer as the film dragged on and gradually building enough courage to touch.

But now he looked, and Dean must have felt the slight turn of his head because he woke with a start.

"Sorry, man. I didn't mean to use you like a pillow."

"It's fine," Castiel said, and his mind returned to guarding his heart.

58 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

written for @deancaskiss drabble prompts day four: memories

"Who’s that?” he pointed at the devastatingly handsome man next to Sam.

“That’s Cas,” Sam replied, “he’s a friend.”

“I’m an angel,” the man said.

Dean smirked. “Yeah I’ll bet. And did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

Sam rubbed a hand over his face. “No, he’s... you know what, nevermind. I’m going to fix this. Dean, stay put. Cas, watch him.”

“So,” Dean began after Sam shut the door behind him, “how should we pass the time?” He looked Cas up and down suggestively.

Cas blinked at him.

“Huh. Are we not together? I must be an idiot.”

63 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

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#year in review #long post #3% originality sounds like me lol #bri says things #i never did finisher suptober 😶

[millionairewifey]

my sunset vent.

being a high value wife to an important and influential man is almost always as exhausting as it is glamorous. I adore my husband and I know he also adores me, let’s be honest I’m his world- everything he does is for me and our family, our future children and he makes a conscious effort to consider establishing a long term multigenerational legacy for them. He is a good and wonderful man, on a night like tonight when I’m watching the sun set into a deeper star filled night, I can’t help but hope for a time when work no longer separates us.

My week consists of maintaining the house, attending events, managing both of our households and their accounts, finding time for friends, family, and of course appearances and upkeep. My mother has done a wonderful job raising me for this position in life and often reminds me that while my husband may “be the head” I, as a wife, am the neck, the support and what keeps the head on track and in tact. Tonight we had a homemade pizza and games night planned, but alas after one bottle of sparkling Shiraz and three or four pours of the Woodford Reserve, my husband has fallen asleep. In fact, he fell asleep about 3 hours ago.

I’m a little disappointed but all I can think about is how tired he must be. The company is expanding and he has bigger goals for the last half of the year; this week alone he had six calls during breakfast and three during yesterday’s dinner. He viewed eight new properties and two job sites and also did quality checkins for last quarter’s sites. Should I really be that bummed because, I ordered a movie put on a cute outfit and set out for a night of tipsy UNO? Realistically, yes- if I’m upset I’m not gonna hide it, I won’t lie about it or mask my feelings. But as I’m now in year three as a wife, I find myself more understanding of what it might be like for him.

I see a lot of posts from other high maintenance women or girls seeking a luxury lifestyle with a wealthy partner. While we’re all finding our niche it’s important to remember this person is your partner, in most cases for life. The affirmations and beauty routines and gifts and material aspects are always fun...but the reality is, there is a man behind that wallet and sometimes that means sitting your beautiful ass in your deck chair on your high rise balcony, sipping a wonderful wine and listening to the distant sound of exhausted snores. Remember to be kind to him, give a back massage or let him fall asleep in your lap and use the time to watch an episode of your favourite show or read a chapter of your preferred book.

One of the lessons learned from my past relationships also with a multimillionaire was to be present. I was so spoiled and expected so much all the time that he eventually became cold toward me and gifts that were once his pleasure to give, later came with a tighter fist and harsh comments. “I’m not your ATM” being one of his that rang so loud, in a sense it changed me. I guess I’m all over the place but I feel like if you’re reading this you get what I’m saying. I’m just venting a little.

Bottom line, be kind to that man. If you’re really in the high value, hypergamy game- you’ll learn kindness, sweetness and gentleness is the most magnetic aura. You yourself are the gift, not another bill. I’m off to have a light snack and prep for bed with a rose-milk mask before it gets too late. I have a ladies brunch in the morning and an evening event to accompany him to. Good night.✨

#in my feels #high maintenance #spoiled wife #lessons learned #personal #millionairewifey

[waywardandnerdy0212]

LONG WAY HOME (Part 1)

*Dean Winchester/Reader (Fluff)*

TW: Past Trauma

Author's Note: Hey guy's! If you some how stumbled upon this Fic, I really hope you like it! It's my first ever fic I've written and all spelling errors and mistakes are mine! Kind criticism is always welcome and I really hope you enjoy! (P.S., (Y/F/S)= Your Favorite Song!)

-Kear 

You sat there at the small table in the motel room of the week, staring at Dean as he took a drink of his beer while doing research.

"You good, Y/N?" Dean smirks and chuffs.

".....Hmm?....Oh, yeah, I'm good! Just tired is all...staring into space..." you laugh softly, snapping out of your stupor.

"Well, I found a case in Texas, small town of Graham...sounds like a simple salt and burn. Should be easy enough for us." He takes another sip of his beer, his full lips wrapping around the tip of the bottle and you almost go weak......almost.....

"Wait......you said Graham, Texas?"

"Why? Ring a bell to you?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Actually yeah, childhood home, spent all of my teen life and some of my 20's there too." you smile slightly, remembering the good and bad times there.

"Great! Then you can show us around and to the library." He stands up, scooting the chair from the table and stretches. "Well get to packin’...we got a long trip ahead of us."

"Great....." you say sarcastically.

One four hour trip from Oklahoma to Texas, 2 bathroom/snack breaks, and a nap later, and you were back in your hometown...exactly the way you left it… small and rural.

"Well this is a cute little tow- Oh look, America's largest square! Wonder if they got a bar here?" Dean says more to himself than to you.

"Nope.....it's basically dry here. Hope you like wine and more wine." you giggle.

Dean fake gasps. "What kind of southern small town is this?" 

"Not a very good one....everyone knows everyone's business the minute it happens," you sigh. 

"Not very good memories here?" He asks

"Meh...some good, some bad. As messed up as it is, I prefer this life then the one I had before...." You look down at your lap, picking at your hangnails. 

It's not that you wanted to die before... but you didn't really have a purpose in life before you became a hunter. It was the same old thing day in and day out. Wake up, sit around, watch some tv, or listen to music, take a nap, go to work and stay up late at night until you fell asleep and woke up the next day to do it all over again. It wasn't full-filling. it wasn't completely nothing, but it had you so stuck and numb you didn't know if you were ever gonna get out of it. Until one day when you decided last minute to pack up and leave. You picked up your check from work, walked until you hitchhiked a ride to Louisiana where you met Sam and Dean at a bar. You don't remember how you ended up there, you don't really do bars well, but if you wouldn't have gone there, you would have never met them and never had the adventure you'd always dream of having.

"Y/N, I don't know whether to get on to you for that or thank you for the compliment?" his tone even sounding confused.

Completely ignoring him, "Take a right turn up here and drive down the main drag until you get to an intersection with a sign that says Shawnee Park on it, then take a left and you'll see the library."

You pull into the library parking lot and head in. You go get a card for the computers, but not without Dean flirting with the librarians of course, who says they are ‘the nerdy kind of hot.’

You head back to the computers and start your research as Dean goes and looks for books.

After an hour and a half of doing research, you see Dean come back with cups from a diner you used to work at. He sets down your drink in front of you. "Vanilla Coke," he says simply.

"Wha.....How did you even...." you say confused.

"Got bored, so took the liberty of riding around town and looking at the old mill, pretty sure that's where our case is gonna be. Gives me the creeps..." He shivers.

"Hmm....Always knew there was something up with that place. Ya know, my mom used to tell me stories of how people used to get their fingers caught in the machines all the time," you say as if it were casual to have those moments with your mother.

"Ya know sweetheart.....I'm beginning to think our lives weren't so different after all..." He shrugs it off and quickly moves on.

"Okay, well I found nothing on the old mill except for the injuries I already knew about and all the cemeteries seem to be normal....well, as normal as cemeteries can be....I don't know where else our ghost can be...."

"Fed Suit time?" He asks, raising his eyebrows in anticipation.

You roll your eyes. "No, small town....we don't get very many Feds down here, especially when there's not a 'case' in town, besides, Texas Ranger's are more the thing here anyways." 

He smirks that signature Dean Winchester smirk. "Even better! I'll go get my boots and cowboy hat from Baby!"

"Dean no.....let's just go get a room for the night and go on from there." You get up, grab your drink, and start heading out to the Impala, but as you do, you see two smiling faces that you would recognize from 10 miles away. "Alana? Kennedy?" You smile and jog over to them.

"Y/N?" Kennedy said in shock and with so much enthusiasm. "Oh my gosh, we haven't seen you in 3 years. How have you been?"

"Oh, ya know...fairly good, just traveling a lot," you smile weakly. "Oh Dean, these are my best friends Alana and Kennedy!"

"Oh, your boyfriend?" Alana raises her eyebrows suggestively.

"What? No, no, no! More like a traveling partner...." you say quickly.

"Ohhhhhh" Alana leans in, "A traveling partner who is super hot and obviously likes you," she whispers to you. Kennedy punched her shoulder for making it blatantly obvious.

You roll your eyes as a small blush creeps onto your cheeks "No and no.....Well, what are you two doing in town? I thought y'all were living in Austin?"

"Oh, we are! We just came down for the weekend to see our families, but you should definitely come hang out with us tomorrow! We can go get coffee and walk around the park with my dog like we used to. You should come too Dean!" Kennedy smiles.

"As nice as the offer sounds, I wouldn't want to intrude on a girls day out." He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.

Alana chimes in, "Oh, don't be silly. Any friend of Y/N's is a friend of our's!"

You blush slightly "You should really come Dean. I promise the most girlish thing we do is gossip.....or talk about celebrity crushes, but that's besides the point." You look up at him with puppy dog eyes, almost as a plead for him to come.

"...Well, alright..."

Kennedy smiles widely "Cool! We will meet you two there at four tomorrow!"

"Okay! Sounds like a plan!" You smile and wave goodbye as you head back to the Impala.

He starts the Impala. "They seemed really nice. Genuine."

"They really are. They were part of the good memories here." You smiled softly.

"And the bad memories?" He asked, looking over at you.

"I.....I don't know.....I...I don't really remember...." You lie through your teeth the best you can.

He sighs. "You're a really bad liar, but I'm not gonna push it." He always knew you and could read you better than anyone you'd ever met.

"Thank you." You took a hold of his hand that was resting on the middle seat and gave it a squeeze. His hands were rough and calloused, but there was so much comfort in them....you wished you could hold his hand for longer. 

You always had feelings for him. The moment you met him, he started using his charm on you, but then again, he used his charm on every woman within a 1 mile radius. You didn't take it to heart, it's just how he was...he liked making everyone feel special. He always put everyone else's needs ahead of his own...it was a blessing and a curse. He deserved so much better than he believed he did. So you made sure you spent every day putting his needs before your own. You could tell at times he struggled with it, but by the end of the day, you knew he was more grateful than he could ever put into words.

You two go check into a motel room, basically the cheapest but worst one in the town. Luckily enough, it had two twin beds in it. You didn't know if you could ever share a bed with him if the time came to it. You unloaded the Impala and gathered all the weapons you need for the case.

"So Kennedy and Alana, do they know about you being a hunter?" he asks as he cleans his gun.

"No and I don't plan on telling them either....I don't want to drag them into this life. It's fine that I'm in this life, but I couldn't live with myself if I was the reason something were to happen to them."

He nods in complete understanding. "I get it, but that's the risk of the job. Don't let it hang over your head. You're still young, if you wanted you could still get out of this life."

"Yeah… but what would you and Sammy do without me?" You laugh a little bit.

"Starve....live like a pig....be dead...." he jokes back.

"Oh come on, you'd do completely fine without me."

He turns to you. "No...I don't think we would. Sammy probably wouldn't have stuck around this long and me… well I'd probably given up already." He looks down, with pain in his eyes.

"Dean… Look at me." You place your hand on his knee, softly.

He looks up at you, tears brimming in his eyes.

"No matter what happens to me, if anything happens to me....you have to keep fighting. I don't care if you wanna say ‘forget it all’ and throw in the towel, you have to keep fighting, or at least try to get out of the business... for me. I plan on being here for a while, but if something does happen to me....or even you, you have to keep fighting and not give up. I need you, Sammy needs you....this world needs you...Promise me." Your own tears rolling down your face.

"Y/N....sweetheart… I...Okay...I promise." He gives you a slight nod and places his hand over yours and squeezes it, just like you did with his.

That one squeeze said a thousand words for you.

All the sudden a knock comes on your door, you and Dean pull away from each other, which you were a little unhappy about because that moment between you two didn't feel like any other moment you've felt before when you looked at him. It felt more loved and more honest and trusted, but Dean cocks his gun and shushes you and gestures for you to get behind him. You complied and follow him closely behind, a knife in your hand that you always carry on you 24/7. You two slowly creep to the door as Dean looks through the peephole. He sighs in relief once he sees who it is.

#supernatural #spnfamily #spn #dean x reader

[shorkbrian]

That submissive reader fic with aizawa and present mic? How would they break darling in for the first time to fuck her at the same time? I feel like they'd be perverse enough to take her pussy at the same time

(Ngl I never know how to differentiate between fics and one shots and drabbles and thirsts lol but I’m glad u enjoyed that fic abt them (This fic))

Oh man, they so would.

It would be Hizashi who’s super into it. He bugs Shouta about it, brings it up over breakfast, asks his husband for his thoughts about the idea while they’re brushing their teeth together and you’re already asleep.

Shouta isn’t too sure. You’re so sensitive, and a little bit of a crybaby honestly, scared of most new things that they try to introduce to you. He remembers the first time they had brought out toys to play with one night, how wide your eyes had gotten at the sight of their collection of dildos and clamps and massagers.

You had cried then, had to be restrained before they could show you how the toys worked, using them on each other before using them on you.

So it takes some convincing from Hizashi before Shouta even begins to consider it.

How hot you would look, bouncing on both their cocks, stuffed full and being claimed by both of them. They’d be able to feel each other inside you, their cum would mix and froth in your pussy, you’d moan so sweetly when you got too fucked out to be anxious or scared.

Shouta insists ‘Zashi has to try it out first, taking Shouta’s cock and a dildo in his own hole before subjecting you to it. Lots of lube was involved (they’d have to purchase more to use with you), but the payoff was incredible in terms of sensation and intimacy. Shouta was hooked.

It takes time to relax you.

One of them fucks you, then adds a finger or two while you’re crying and trembling through your orgasm, gasping out that it’s too much, that you can’t take it, no more.

They play with dildos, sizing them up larger and larger until you’re sweetly begging them not to put it in you, that you’d much rather get speared on one of their (smaller) cocks instead. That you’d do anything, you don’t want to get torn apart.

Shouta shows you that you can take it, that your hole will stretch and you won’t break. Hizashi helps.

It’s still way too soon, far sooner than they had planned, but Hizashi is excited and feeling good as he gets to hammer away at your “pretty ‘lil princess parts”.

They’d introduced you to wine and alcohol earlier that evening, Hizashi laughing brashly when you had made a sour face at the taste, claiming you didn’t like it. Shouta sipped his own glass at the end of the couch, suggested to his husband that he should mix a couple of drinks for you.

You didn’t mind alcohol when you couldn’t taste it underneath the sweet tang of soda.

Now you’re buzzed and pliant, tolerating the attention they’re showering you and your body with.

“Sho’, c’mon, slide in here with me. She can take it, she’s a champ.”

You’re so focused on the feeling of his cock hammering into your sweet spot that you don’t really register the words and don’t have time to panic.

“I don’t thin-”

“Don’t think, just do baby. She feels so good honey, is gonna feel even better with you right here with me.” Hizashi pleads, hugging you to his body as you’re dragged along his cock.

Surprisingly, Shouta relents.

You feel his warmth slide up to your back, pressing you ever closer to the blonde, his hands planted on your ribs. Then everything gets wetter, slicker and messier - Shouta’s added lube into the mix, absolutely drenching his cock in the goo and rubbing it onto your pussy. Hizashi doesn’t have the patience to fully pull out, instead just stilling his hips inside you so Shouta can maneuver into place.

“What’r’y-mmhn...” You slur, feeling fingers slip in beside ‘Zashi’s length. They’re warm and familiar at this point as they slowly work to scissor you open, stretch you even more.

Time passes in a fuzzy fog, your world slowly gaining more clarity as you fade from the high of getting fucked, instead just basically cockwarming the pretty blonde while his husband tries to shove four of his fingers in alongside ‘Zashi’s length.

Then the fingers squelch free, and there’s another blunt, hot cock head pressed to your entrance.

Your eyes shoot wide open, panic zipping through your veins. 

“WaIT-!!!!” The frightened shout tapers off onto a terrified squeal as Shouta gives a little thrust, popping the tip of his length past your opening as he let out a little groan.

There’s hands on your waist, hands on your shoulders and on your ribs. You don’t know which ones belong to who, but you’re not quite sure that it really matters at this point.

Not when you’re being slowly fucked by two cocks. In the same hole.

But surprisingly, there isn’t much pain besides a slight uncomfortable burn and the stretch of a filled-to-bursting space. They had done a good job with preparing your body. But hardly any prep had been given to your mind.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my-”

“Sweetie, look at you. You’re so fuckin’ sexy and beautiful.” Hizashi breathed, voice a bit tight and strained. He was holding himself back, blunt fingernails scraping uselessly at your skin as he struggled to keep himself from rabbiting his hips against yours. 

“It’s alright, just breathe.” The dark haired man pressed to your back purred.

The piercings in Hizashi’s cock were hitting you just right, being pressed even harder against your walls as Shouta slowly slid home beside him, both men moaning in pleasure.

A kiss was pressed to your shoulder, then Hizashi was sweetly accepting his husbands lips on his own while your watched with a detached sense. 

Was this really happening?

Did you really have... two cocks inside your poor body?

Hizashi pulled back, and then your lips were connected to his. Moments passed where the only movement was the three of you exchanging kisses, tongues slipping together wetly, gentle little smacks and licking of lips and soft smiles as you all breathed the same air.

Then the blonde had finally had enough. 

“God Sho’, ‘m sorry but I gotta move.”

“Try to-”

“I know, I ain’t trying to hurt our girl.”

His hips moved so fluidly against yours, all three of you gasping at the initial rocking motion that was made.

Shouta groaned low in his throat, falling forward to rest his head between your shoulders blades. You could feel the goosebumps on his arm.

None of this felt real. It was like a bad dream. A very very bad dream.

A dream that kept speeding up, with Hizashi moving against you, encouraging his husband to move, giving the dark haired-man a kiss when he gave in, slowly rolling his hips.

They fell into an easy rhythm, but you still couldn’t keep up - gasping and trying not to move too much, choking up at the dual sensations battering against your pussy, Hizashi’s pubic piercing rubbing quickly against your clit on every upward thrust.

Too much for your body to handle.

“Oh! Jesus chri-” Hizashi choked on his words as your walls spasmed, tightening up and bearing down on their cocks. His thrusts stuttered, then stilled as his thighs shook.

There was no room for his cum inside you.

As Shouta continued to thrust, it began dripping out slowly, warm and viscous. Hizashi didn’t pull out though, breathing heavily as his cock softened, whimpering a bit as it began to raw from overstimulation from Shouta thrusting up against it, from your walls milking you both.

But he didn’t move.

You could feel Shouta smiling against your skin, feel his teeth as he slowly sank them into your flesh, biting down but not hard enough to hurt, just enough to grab and anchor himself.

Their cum mixed together, white and thick and frothy, sliding out of you in thick globs even as Shouta buried himself balls deep.

Hizashi had been right - it did feel good for them.

You still weren’t sure that it felt good for you.

#hizashi #shouta #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta #shouta x reader #hizashi x shouta #hizashi yamada #Hizashi mha #yandere #Yandere shotua #yandere Shouta aizawa #yandere hizashi #yandere Hizashi yamada #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.DP #dark content #tw.dark content #yandere mha #yandere BNHA #Hizashi x reader #poly yandere #polyamory #poly relationship #Hizashi x reader x Aizawa #Shouta x reader x Hizashi

[joshslater]

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I was very hesitant when he picked me up at the nightclub. I could feel the disappointment and outright hostility from all the women and a lot of the men as the God walked up to me, started to make out, and then asked if I was up for some fun. That's what you get away with when no one ever says "no" I thought. With his incredibly handsome face, black hair, and athletic build that was probably not a word he was used to hearing. It would be impossible for him to know I was into guys, and coming on so strong could land you in hot water or rather knocked cold on the floor. Turns out he could know, and there was more to him than just utter handsomeness and unparalleled confidence. Way more.

It was back at his place he asked me if I could look like someone else, who would I pick? That's a game I've played many times before, so I instantly knew to answer Marco Albieri, the soccer player. He raised an eyebrow, took a step from me, and asked me why. "I don't know what it is about soccer players, but something about the game makes their bodies stunningly handsome. And Marco is just a step above the rest." He smiled a bright smile, made a dramatic gesture, and I was Marco. Looked exactly like him at least. It took me a moment to even realize what had just happened, but I could see myself in the full-length mirror. Or I couldn't, I should say. I saw Marco Albieri in full Paris Saint-Germain F.C. game kit. Mesmerized I took a step closer to the mirror, and Marco on the other side of the glass stepped closer as well. I looked just like him, my wettest, wankiest dream. I'd come so many times to exactly this fantasy. There was even a sheen of post-game sweat making all the skin glistening in his hallway designer lights.

He approached me from behind, still handsome but now by a much narrower margin. "You ready to fuck?" I didn't even answer but just turned around and kissed him. He wasn't shy in grouping me back. What followed was the longest fuck fest I've ever been part of. We went from room to room. It was like this body had limitless stamina, though it was the body of Marco after all, but an insatiable horny lust as well. Perhaps he had that too. It wasn't until early morning I fell asleep next to him, exhausted.

It was almost noon when I woke up, disoriented by everything. It was like it wasn't until now the craziness and impossibility of last night hit me. I could see Marco Albieri in the mirror at the other side of the bedroom, without shirt, and the most unkempt hair I had ever seen him with. I knew for a fact the secret hairstyling trick was body fluids. I suddenly felt very uneasy and exposed. Vulnerable even. I was here on vacation. How could I leave if I didn't look like my passport? How could I leave this building looking like Marco? There would be fans stopping me instantly. What the fuck am I thinking about? I'm erased from the world. No one I know, no one in my family would recognize me. Could I convince them I'm me and not a millionaire soccer player? Perhaps. But my life would be so complicated.

That's when he lazily strolled into the bedroom, completely naked showing off his chiseled body, one mug in each hand.

"You did this! How the fuck did you do this? You can't leave me like this!" "Morning!"

He handed me one of the mugs. On reflex I took a large sip of coffee only to discover it was red wine. It took me by surprise and I almost sprayed his white sheets with red mist of wine, but instead got some down my lungs and started to cough.

"Is this really the best you can think of?" he said. At first I had no idea what he meant. Then, still coughing, I realized it was my body again. The one I used to fly here, check into the hotel, and go out to nightclubs with.

"I... It's awfully inconvenient if I tried to leave with a different body." "That's it? That's the only reason?"

I felt stupid and unsure what to say. I liked my body, so why was it so hard to defend it? He took a large sip from his coffee mug of wine and climbed into bed next to me, but standing on his knees looking down on me.

"When's your flight back?" "Eh, in... On Sunday." "Plenty of time to let loose. How about going to the beach like this?"

This time I noticed the shift. The bed sagged down a bit under the extra load and I didn't even have to look in the mirror to see the freakish muscles. Two huge chest muscles peeked into my field of vision, and moving my arm I could see it was thicker than what my legs used to be.

I felt light-headed as we walked down to the beach. Probably the wine. He was subtle and classy, black Nike sneakers, black boardshorts, and a white T-shirt. I was anything but subtle. Probably twice his mass, annoying flip flops that flipped and flopped every step, white compression shorts that looked blindingly bright against my deep tan, a purple thong that peeked up over the rim of the shorts by the hips, visible because the neon yellow tank top was cropped above the belly button to show off the abs. The stringer waved for every step as my obscene pecs push out the yellow fabric like a hanging flag. It touched my body in surprisingly few places. Top of the traps and the nipples more or less.

After spending a few hours getting everyone passing by on the beach to turn their heads to observe the freak show he asked me to play floatation device for him. We went out in the water and did our best to have sex just outside where the waves broke. I think anyone who paid close attention could tell what we did, but no one could be really sure. He didn't appear to care.

"I made you something," he whispered. "What?" "A surfer," he said and begun walking towards the beach. As I wiped my long hair out of my face I understood he changed me again. No more shaved head, no more enormous meat slab. I still had a six-pack, I was still 6'-something, and my skin was deeply tanned, but that's about where the similarities ended. "Why?" I asked as I lied down on the beach towel next to his. "First dive bar opens soon, and I thought this would play better to the crowd." I was feeling woozy. "We want to play to the crowd?" He reached over and squeezed the pec closest to him. "Well, make them jealous at least."

There was something nagging at the edge of my thoughts. Some question I felt I needed to ask. I just couldn't quite put it into coherent thought.

"Did you drug me?" He made a high-pitched "Mmmm" sound. "Just a bit. To fit with the rest. Just go with it."

I shut my eyes, relaxed, and let his hand stroke me. I don't know how long we lied like that. Not too long, because the sun hadn't moved that much, but I sure did dozed off.

"Come on!" he said, like it was asking me to hurry up for the third time. A bit confused I got up from the beach towel. I wore a pair of eye-popping turquoise board shorts with black pattern and trim. Neon turquoise, if such a color was a thing. I knew it had a real trade name, but somehow it kept slipping my mind. They had a good fit, not loose, not tight, but rode low on my lithe body. Fuzzy pubes peeked out over the waistband, like a little forest edge where the treasure trail from the belly button ended. I looked around for a shirt or something to put on, but there was nothing except for a pair of flip-flops. These didn't look as cheap and fit much better than the previous pair though.

"Is that it?" I asked incredulously. "What more do you need?" he said, and looked at me like he wanted me for dinner. "Come!"

The bar wasn't far away and already busy when we arrived. He almost danced in, basically dragging me in, holding my hand. I was woozy from whatever I was drugged with, but in a way that made everything look amazing to me. In any direction I looked I was delighted by what I saw, no matter how mundane. The bar was not even half full and everyone looked as relaxed as you would expect from a bar half a block from the beach, though no one else was bare-chested. The decor was a random mix of styles, as expected by a dive bar. Tables for two or four were lined up in front of the bar at the back of the room. From a backroom somewhere behind it pumped music. I looked at my watch to see if it was already dance time, but I was only wearing a red nylon cord as a bracelet.

"You must be thirsty after a day in the sun," he said and handed me an Aperol Spritz. I could have sworn he hadn't left me for the bar, but then I didn't really trust my senses. We took a table for four and sat next to each other, facing the rest of the room. "So, tell me about your day," he continued, as if he hadn't been there for all of it.

For whatever reason I found it hard to figure out where to start, like it was all jumbled together despite nothing of consequence had happened. I began to describe how I had woken up in bed and how he surprised me with breakfast. How I had mistaken the red wine for coffee. I could feel his hand moving down my abs and into my board shorts. As he pulled out my erect cock from the shorts my immediate thought was of surprise. I hadn't realized I was hard. I continued to talk about how we went to the beach, while he was jerking me off with one hand under the table. It then hit me that I had no idea what my dick looked like, if it was big or small. I had never seen it. He had transformed me somehow into this surfer. How could I have forgotten something so monumental.

At that point I shot my load under the table. Four or five large pumps. I was suddenly aware again that there were people around us, and looking around tried to figure out if any of them could see I had my dick out. At the same time I was still feeling high or whatever it was. "I'll get a refill," he said, stood up and headed for the bar. I decided to put my dick back into the shorts.

"Hey, dude. Is he like your boyfriend?" someone standing next to me asked. How long had he been there? He was handsome, not quite as tall as I was now, but more muscled. The tight billabong shirt didn't hide much. "Him? No. We just..." I was trying to think of a good word. I wasn't sure what he was, or what was happening at all really. "Wanna check out the dance floor?" "Yeah... Yeah, I would."

I followed him towards the bar, and away to the side into the dance room. It was far from packed, but we were not alone at least. Immediately I regretted following him there, even before he started moving to the music. Once he did I knew I would look silly. I started to mimic his moves best I could. He smiled a crooked smile, though not an unkind one, when he saw what I was doing. He leaned forward and barely audible over the music asked "Are you up for a second round?"

"What do you mean?" I asked back. "I saw what that other dude did to you. I live nearby, if you want to try something that isn't over in minutes."

In the door opening I see him standing with two large drinks in his hands. He looks emotionless, which in itself was a scary contrast to how he looked before. He then drinks one of the drinks in one go, then immediately empties the other one as well. No sooner has he turned away with two empty glasses when I feel a desperate need to take a piss. He's fucking with me.

"Don't go anywhere," I say and dash towards to men's room.

It's empty. I go to the lone urinal and yank my dick out of the white thong. I'm confused, but happy I got there in time to relieve myself. Why am I wearing only a white thong to a bar? As the piss is streaming for longer than I can ever recall I look down my bare smooth legs and find a pair of eye-catching red hightops. When I'm finally done I have a look at myself in the mirror. Cute, young Latino boy with a red baseball cap on his unkempt hair, and a grey shirt. The shirt in a way makes the thong stand out even more and look intentionally inappropriate. Perfect!

I return to the dance floor and find the guy waiting. "There you are. Let's go!" he says, almost demanding. He doesn't say anything on the way to his apartment two blocks away. I keep looking his way, and it feels like my dick is growing bigger every time I look at those muscled arms. His pace is brisk without being conspicuous, he clearly wants us to get to his place as quickly as possible without being seen. In through an unlocked entrance, up two flights of stairs, and in through his apartment door.

As soon as he whisked me in and closed the door behind us he grabs me, shoves me into the wall next to us, and forcefully kisses me on my mouth. "You fucking whore! I'm so fucking horny you better know what you're doing."

He snores loudly again. I had tried to ignore it to spend a few more hours in the bed, but it's getting pointless to try to sleep any more. I carefully get up and get dressed. No need for a shower, now that everything dried. I make a final check I got everything with me that I brought in. There is that nagging feeling that I'm missing something. Well, whatever it was it can't be important. Quietly I exit his apartment and make my way out of the building. I feel restless being so quiet and calm, like it is unnatural for me to be that way. I basically explode in emotions as I exit the building and literally dance down the last few steps.

I try to think what to do next. My mind is like a spinning punch bowl of thoughts and I'm only able to fish out simple verbs. Party! Drink! Dance! Fuck! The sun is barely up, but perhaps I can find some nightclub still open.

[diorsbrando]

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫’𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (k. r.)

this idea was extremely impulsive... i concocted it on jan 1st and expected finish on jan 1st....it’s taken me three days i should have known better LMFAO. this was a little longer than expected :/ and i was feeling ~festive~ so here you go!

content warnings and info! ⟶ pairing: ken ryuguji x black!fem!reader. 

♯ this drabble is apart of the misc works masterlist of other fandoms i write for including tokyo rev! you can find them here :)

consists of; mainly fluff, angst if you squint. word count—1.5k

enjoy and happy (belated) new year to you all 🤍🥳!

10:36 p.m. you glared at the time on your phone and rolled your eyes, rather miffed that there were no new notifications from the last time you checked four minutes ago.

in less than two hours, it would officially be next year. and there you sat, alone, on your large leather couch, delicately holding a glass of the white wine you said you wouldn’t touch until draken got back. but here it was, 10:36 p.m. and he still wasn’t home.

“what the hell is he doing?” you mumbled to yourself as you shifted your gaze back on the tv in front of you. that new year’s special thing was capturing your attention at the moment but you wanted ken. you wanted your boyfriend to come home and spend a relaxing— or sensual— evening with you. you wanted to share a loving kiss at midnight, whispering how grateful you are and wishing to spend many new year’s in each other’s arms.

you’ve always wanted one of those, to be given a sweet kiss on new year’s day. draken swung his arm around your neck one day and said he’ll give you the best new year’s kiss ever with that cheeky grin he always seemed to wear around you.

you took another sip, eyes pensive and staring at the tv monitor.

a little voice in the back of your head told you this was bound to happen. slowly, it was starting to become his new thing, empty promises that is. he wasn’t usually one to reschedule dates, or forget things or come home so late from work, but for the past couple of months, it was becoming more and more common. you didn’t let it bother you at first...things happen right?

but now, at such an infectiously sweet time of the year, where was he? only God knows. 

the insecurities you’d manage to keep at bay started to bubble up again, creating a dark cloud over your mind that you couldn’t fan away fast enough.

picking up your phone again, you clicked on the message app and went to his and your’s most recent message thread.

after work i’ma go hang wit the boys for a little bit, it shouldn’t take too long

that’s what he said. that was hours ago though.

maybe you were just reading into it too much, or being overly worried about nothing, but you felt like work and “hanging with the boys from toman” were taking a higher spot on his priority list. and the feeling of despair that washed over you at the mere possibility that it could very well be true causes you to gulp down the rest of the alcoholic beverage in an instant and hastily go for a refill.

you don’t know when you fell asleep. it happened in an instant.

feeling your body being gently shaken back and forth was enough to wake you up from your impromptu slumber. slowly opening one eye after the other, you sat up from your slumped position on the couch to meet your boyfriend’s dark eyes and sheepish smile. his black hair was up in that ponytail he always wore, and he was still clad in his work clothes and boots.

“h..hey baby,” he hesitated when he opened his mouth, as if he was walking on eggshells. like he was nervous. groggily searching for your phone you checked to see what time it was. 12:29 a.m. suddenly, inside of you was a bubbling volcano of anger, frustration, sadness and insecurity that could explode at any minute and draken sensed that. 

as he should.

you didn’t say anything to him except for a murmured “hi”, slapping his hand away from your shoulder. shuffling up from the couch, you walked past him into the kitchen to put your wine glass in the sink and put the rest of the wine and desserts you had set out in the fridge. there was no need for it anymore.

draken could only watch you. his hands were clenched in his pockets as he helplessly racked his brain for the right words to say to you, besides an obvious apology. you didn’t say anything either. you wanted him to speak first.

even from where he stood across the kitchen, he could feel your silent wrath emanating from your body, causing his frown to deepen. he knew he deserved it.  tremendous guilt was swirling and swelling in his stomach for leaving you alone on new years, out of all  the days of the year, after promising he’d be back as soon as possible.

taking a deep breath, cautiously, like stepping into a bear’s den, he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing the plush skin of your abdomen. you tried to wiggle your way out of his grip, a fought hard against the urge to melt into his warm touch that you missed so much.

“baby... i am, so sorry. there ain’t no excuse for me being so late. it’s my fault entirely, i should have kept better track of time and been more considerate of your feelings. you shouldn’t have to be alone for new years and i deeply apologize….i missed you so much princess.” 

slowly, you felt anger evaporate from your being. tears began to well up in your eyes, clouding your vision. now you were just sad. 

“h-how.. how could you k-ken? you..you promised,” your voice was almost at a whisper, and it cracked from you trying to keep it together. draken had a feeling when you said ‘you promised’, you weren’t just talking about sharing a kiss on new years. you were talking about the last few months he had been staying out longer, not spending as much time with you, promising to make it up to you. but he’d always ending up falling short.

his heart ached in his chest to see you cry. to see that he was the cause of it.

“you don’t have to forgive me but please,” he pleaded softly, “just…look at me.”

you sniffled and contemplated if you should be stubborn for a bit longer. ah... what’s the point? ultimately, you gave in and turned to face him for the first time since he got back. your lower back rested against the marble sink and your arms wrapped around your torso in a protective manner. “what now?” you asked quietly.

“i...i have something for you. i had to work a little extra to make enough money and buy it for you. i wanted to give this to you since your birthday but now’s a good a time as any.” 

as he spoke, he pulled out a black, rectangular box with some cursive writing you couldn’t make out. it looked fancy….and expensive.

could this be the reason he’d work all those extra hours? to buy you this gift?

you gingerly accepted the box from his rough palms, letting your fingers run across the velvet material. carefully opening the box, a gasp escaped from your glossed lips and your hand flew to cover your mouth.

it was a gold necklace, the pendant were the initials of his and your first names. the detailing was composed of tiny diamonds intricately and purposefully placed in the lettering. it was absolutely stunning— too stunning— you had almost given it back. there’s no way you could wear something like this around your neck.

so, you told him. “ken, this is…i-i can’t accept th—“

before you could even finish, draken lifted your face upwards with his index finger, so your eyes could meet his, and leaning in, he placed a gentle but passionate kiss on your lips.

you could have sworn fireworks were going off in your stomach with how it erupted as soon as draken placed his mouth on yours. you’d been waiting for this.

the kiss said so many things, all without uttering a word. “i’m sorry”, “i love you”, “i missed you”, “this is also part of your gift”.

draken was truly your weakness, your everything. you practically melted into his arms and reciprocated his action almost immediately. he smirked upon seeing how eager you were.

his heart swelled in his chest when he realized you missed him just as much as he missed you.

your tongues continued to dance with each other until you both pulled back to take a moment to breathe.

“happy new year princess. i hope to spend a hundred more new years with you. and no, just accept the gift, please. i literally worked my ass off and left you alone for so many nights just so i could afford this so you better take that shit.”

you giggled at his words and placed the jewelry box on the nearby counter. pulling him even closer than he already was, you placed your hands around his neck and forced him to bend down to your height. “thank you so much. i love you.”

“i love you more.” and your lips were reunited again.

#sailewhoremoon #sosa’s filez 💭 #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers draken #draken ❤️‍🔥 #draken #ken ryuuguji imagines #ken ryuguji #slight angst #this literally took me three days #idk why #drabbles #toman

[wardenannie]

Just friends

In the beginning they aren’t friends at all. Not even remotely. 

Hange is too excitable for Levi, and Levin too severe for Hange. Though the scientist attempts to feign cordiality between the two of them, Levi does nothing to conceal his disdain. It is only after Erwin calls them into his office and speaks to them sternly that they finally come to a silent agreement with one another. 

Just friends begins with a sort of truce. An understanding between them that perhaps they aren't so different, or they are, but they can learn to overcome those differences for the sake of synergy in the field.

That is what Erwin wants, after all. 

They still poke fun, but it's more lighthearted than it was before. More playful. There is a gentleness to it, a light. It brings some levity to those brutal, bloody days that linger in the backs of their minds. They actually begin to take some small comfort in each other’s presence, though neither of them are willing to admit it allowed, and most certainly not to each other. 

When just friends becomes staying up and drinking tea and whisky into the budding hours of dawn, neither of them can say. But more than once they are the only two left standing among a field of drunken allies.

They look at one another, and even Levi, dead sober, sipping his tea, cannot help but smirk.

When Hange passes out in his lap he reluctantly allows the contact, that is until they drool on him, at which point he surreptitiously slips a pillow beneath their cheek. 

He pretends not to watch them sleep, only for a moment.  

He doesn’t find their peaceful expression enchanting. He doesn’t secretly find them handsome with their russet hair covering their eyes, mingling with their lashes. He pushes it out of their face anyways. 

They’re just friends.

Just friends becomes casual touches. Passing smiles (or affectionate scowls in Levi’s case). It becomes easy nights spent in silent company. Nights spent in Hange’s lab, or lounging in the library. It becomes silent understanding, a fleeting consciousness of what the other is about to say or do. 

Just friends becomes a sort of casual, platonic intimacy that has their comrades whispering and casting them knowing glances. But they simply ignore it. They are just friends after all. 

When just friends begins to entail tending one another's wounds is about two years after their first meeting. Hange limps to his quarters, calf a bloody tattered mess from a nasty three-meter bite.

"I can't go to the infirmary," they explain. “If Erwin finds out about this he’ll bench me.” 

He scolds them as he treats the wound with iodine and wraps it in clean gauze. 

“You need to be more careful, four-eyes. It could have taken your leg clean off,” he tries to disguise the way his hands shake as he cleans each of the shallow gouges which hug Hange’s calf in a gory half moon. 

They hiss and wince as dirt and debris are washed away, leaving only ragged flesh which will surely scar. 

Levi pretends that their obvious discomfort doesn’t perturb him, but it does. Another new development. He cares for them, loathe as he is to admit it. 

Just friends becomes sharing a bed with surprising swiftness after that. 

It is after a particularly gory expedition beyond Wall Maria. Many of their comrades fall, never to rise again. The blood runs in rivers over the fallow earth, bones crunch between massive, inhuman teeth. And the screams. The screams bite into both of them; leaching into their very cores and clinging there like poison; breeding doubt, fear. 

The knock comes on Levi’s door well past midnight. That he is still awake is a coincidence he cares not to consider too closely.  

He knows its Hange without asking. Who else would be so bold as to disturb Captain Ackerman’s beauty sleep? 

“Come in?” He’s reading a book by candlelight and doesn’t so much as glance up as Hange Zoe enters the room, shutting the door carefully behind themself. 

“Levi...” 

He glances over the top of his book; stare cool but not unkind, “Why are you bothering me so late at night, shitty-glasses? You should be asleep.” 

Hange lingers at the threshold, clad in loose sleep clothing. Levi pretends he can’t see their nipples poking through the gauzy fabric of their shirt, “I could say the same about you.” 

A long, pained silence passes between the two of them. A quiet sort of understanding. 

Slowly, Levi lowers his book into his lap. Then he peels back the covers, scooting over and making room for Hange beside him. 

“Bad dreams?” He asks, already knowing the answer he will receive.

Hange crosses the room and sits on the edge of the bed, they rest their elbows on their knees, steepling their fingers in front of their face, “Yeah. You?”

Levi swallows thickly and nods. 

“Can I...” Hange turns their face away, glancing out the window in a paltry attempt to disguise their flush, “Can I stay here tonight?” 

Levi doesn’t so much as hesitate, “Yes.” 

Tentatively, Hange lowers themself into the mattress, stealing away one of Levi’s pillows. They don’t touch. They don’t speak a word once Hange has settled in beside Levi. The captain simply reaches over his comrade and snuffs out the candle, cloaking them in darkness. 

And so just friends becomes best friends in a night. 

The territory of best friends is accompanied by a new found respect for one another. A respect that runs deeper than that which had already existed between them. Occasionally Levi will glance up at Hange to find that their eyes are already on him. Usually they are smiling. But on rare occasions their expression is more contemplative; thoughtful and distant. 

Levi tries not to think about it too deeply. What it could mean. What they could be thinking while they stare at him with such intensity. 

Then the meaning of just friends who happen to be best friends shifts again during a hard fought battle beyond the suffocating succor of the Walls. 

Levi jerks awake, head throbbing, mouth dry and tasting of blood. The world around him is blurry at first, and he struggles to recall where he is until it slowly comes into focus. 

There are arms around him, supporting his aching head and clutching at his hand. A voice calls out to him, low and panicked. 

“Levi? Oh thank fuck, Levi,” it’s Hange. Levi can’t quite remember where he is, but he could place Hange’s voice anywhere. Slowly, they come into focus over him. Their head is ringed with sunlight that shines from behind them, creating the illusion of a halo around them as they look down on him. 

It strikes him how perfect they are. Gorgeous. Handsome. Hawkish nose and wide, bright eyes, olive skin and russet hair. Imperfectly perfect. 

Their wine-colored eyes shine with worry. They touch his face, tenderly, “Can you speak?” 

“Yeah,” Levi rasps, and it finally comes back to him. A titan had emerged as if from nowhere and swept him out of the sky, knocking him head first into the cold, hard ground. Hange saved his life, felling the thing at the last moment before it took the Captain into its jaws. 

For a moment it is enough to stun him. But isn’t that what best friends do for one another? 

It is that night in Levi’s tent that they go from being just friends who are also best friends, to best friends who kiss in the dark. 

Hange refuses to be parted from him. Insisting that he needs supervision due to his possible concussion. Levi doesn’t argue as they help him to his sleeping bag. Outside the stars hold their silent, glittering vigil, and the moon hangs low and radiant in the sky, bleeding through the canvas of the tent just enough to allow for some visibility. 

“Try to stay awake,” Hange says softly, sitting beside him. They touch his forehead, pushing his hair away from his eyes. Their touch lingers, and Levi cannot help but notice the way their eyes seem to glimmer in the dark. 

When they lean forward and press their lips to his it is chaste, delicate and fleeting. But when they try to pull away he cups the back of their neck and tugs them back to him, sitting up slightly so he can kiss them from an improved angle. 

“Just friends,” he rasps between hurried kisses. Hange occupies all of his senses, from their earthy scent to the sharp taste of them on his tongue. He loves it. He would gladly drown himself in Hange Zoe. 

Hange nods, curling into his side, kissing him again, “Just friends blowing off steam.” 

Just friends, best friends, best friends who kiss in the dark; they carry on that way for months. Stealing kisses in those quiet moments between meetings and missions. 

It isn’t long before hands begin to roam. Curious fingers searching over one another’s bodies as they chase each other’s tongues over eager, sliding lips. But they hold back. They resist that primordial drive for sex with everything they have. Because how can they be just friends if they’re having sex? How could they cross that line without jeopardizing everything they have built with one another? 

But the others know. Mike, Nanaba, Moblit, even Erwin... they all know. The teasing glances have turned to those of legitimate concern, the passing comments have turned into genuine appeals for common sense. And so they are met with the second reason to remain just friends, best friends, friends who kiss in the dark; the life of a soldier is not one which can accommodate love. Real unconditional love. Duty will always take precedent. 

Then comes the night where kissing in the dark is not longer enough. 

It was never really enough, but things finally reach a boiling point. 

Hange is in their lab, working well past midnight when Levi stumbles in. He is clad in nothing but a pair of loose fitting sleep pants, slate eyes wild. He is flushed, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. 

A nightmare. He’s had a nightmare. Hange bleeding in his arms. Dying. Not from a wound inflicted by a titan but from a series of bullet holes bored into their middle. Weeping blood, crimson welling over his fingers despite the pressure he applied. 

The image clings to the backs of his eyes, boring its way into his soul, his heart, his mind and consciousness. Hange; killed by another human, not a titan, but a man. Suddenly nowhere feels safe or sacred. He wants to take Hange into his arms and flee. Flee until the world cannot catch them. 

Kisses in the dark could never fix this. It feels like nothing could fix this. 

“Levi?” Hange turns away from their work, a collection of bubbling beakers resting on the wooden countertop. Their expression is one of concern as he crosses the room and pulls them roughly into his arms. 

“I can’t fucking do this anymore,” He snarls, and then he kisses them roughly, pushing the small of their back into the hard edge of the counter. The beakers rattle and several spill over with the force of his body against theirs. 

Hange moans into his mouth, melting into him, arms winding around the back of his neck as he helps them up and onto the counter. They shift backward, experiment forgotten, and suddenly they are anything but just friends. 

Levi buries himself in Hange with little foreplay or preamble, but they are already wet and pliant, ready for him. 

The sex is fast and desperate. Hange buries their face against Levi’s neck, feeling the erratic pace of his pulse as he delves into them. 

“I love you,” they whimper. Because they do. With everything they have they love their Captain. Levi Ackerman. Humanity’s strongest. Theirs.

Levi fucks them harder for it. Because it can’t be. They’re just friends. Best friends. Friends who kiss in the dark and make frantic love at the thought of losing one another. Just friends.

Just friends. 

Just friends. 

Levi comes inside of Hange with a broken sob. Their fingers are in his hair, lips on his as they follow him over the edge. They’re crying, too. Tears mingle between their mouths as they work one another up again. 

They dress, but only long enough to reach Levi’s quarters, at which point they peel away their clothing and fall into bed together. All of it is wordless, silent knowing passes between them. Each anticipates the other’s movements and react with according passion. 

They make love again. Slower, softer. Hange’s soft cries fill up the room, punctuated by Levi’s muffled grunts as he buries his own noises in their damp skin. 

“This is perfect,” Hange whispers, nails raking down Levi’s switching back. And then they say it again, “I love you.” 

Wetness floods between them as Hange comes first. Levi rocks them through it, body wracked with pleasure, mind wracked with confusion, fear of what will happen come sunrise, when this new, precious thing between them has been exposed to the light of day. 

But is it really so new? Has he not always loved Hange Zoe? Have they not occupied his every waking thought for years as he refused to acknowledge his own attractions?

He looks down as he fucks into them, finds their wine-colored gaze is locked on his face. They reach up and cup his cheek, soft moans slipping past their lips as his hips stutter and he finishes inside of them for the second time that night. 

“Hange,” The way he speaks their name is ragged, like a desperate prayer on his lips. He kisses them. He never wants to stop kissing them. 

“I love you,” Hange breathes between kisses. They roll onto their sides, their faces illuminated by a shaft of silvery moonlight through the window. “You don’t have to say it back but I can’t be just friends anymore, Levi. It’s driving me crazy.” 

They kiss him, “Seeing you.”

Again, “Touching you.” 

A third time, slower, wet, lingering, “But not being with you.” 

Levi’s hands are on their hips, caressing up their sides. He feels the goosebumps he leaves in his wake, and knows he shares a similar physiological reaction to Hange’s own touch. 

But they’re just friends. Just friends, best friends, friends who kiss in the dark, friends who make desperate love and whisper heartfelt confessions under cover of night. Just friends. 

Hange touches his cheek, “Say something, please, Levi.” 

His lips part, but he struggles to find the words to express his emotions. Nothing makes sense in that moment. The world has tilted on its axis, everything is changed, and yet nothing is. 

“We were never just friends, shitty-glasses,” he says, finally. His eyes are glassy, gaze turned up to peer out the window at the night sky. The stars show their brilliant faces, glittering, and Levi wonders if perhaps their fate is written somewhere in that serene darkness. 

“We’ll keep it a secret for as long as we can,” Hange reassures him, settling there head against his chest, where they can hear his heart beating steady and strong. They run their fingers over his sternum, between his pecs and down the expanse of his abdomen, toying with the trail of downy hairs beneath his navel. 

“They already know,” Levi sighed, and he presses his mouth to the crown of Hange’s head. His eyes flutter shut, savoring the earthy sent of his lover. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

You’re all that matters, he tacitly implies. 

“They know that we were never just friends.” He pulls the sheets over their sweat damp bodies. Cum stains the fitted sheet. 

“They don’t approve,” Hange says softly, half asleep, lulled by Levi’s steady breaths.

“I don’t give a shit what they think. We deserve this.” Happiness. Even if it was fleeting. Even if one of them died come dawn, it would have all been worth it; to have been loved, to have known love. 

They drift to sleep in each other’s arms. 

Just friends, who became best friends, which in turn because friends who kiss in the dark, then lovers. Two people in love.

But they are soldiers, and they both know that whatever time they might have is borrowed. So they treasure it as best they can. 

#Levihan #my writing #crossposted on Ao3