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Days in the sun - Walter Deville x Reader - P3

Taking inspo from chap 5 and 10 of Walter de Ville's Advocate! Yall can see exactly where I took inspo/ref from too XDXD

She glanced this way, I thought I saw And when we touched, she didn't shudder at my paw No, it can't be, I'll just ignore But then she's never looked at me that way before

I got up early the next day, getting most of my paperwork out of the way so I could spend time with (y/n), and Evie…I really had no damn clue how I would pull anything off now. Considering the doubts I now had about the wedding. With (y/n) back, I didn’t need the families anymore, and I didn’t want to put the person who had brought back my (y/n) into such peril.

It had taken me a minute to figure out, but with the return of (y/n), it felt like I had come back to life. When she was gone-I was nothing but an emotionless shell of who I used to be. Moving along with the days and not caring for who I hurt. (y/n) was my soul, my humanity-with her return, came back my guilt, my remorse, my empathy.

I couldn't curse Evie to this, she didn’t say yes to this-to any of this. She didn’t even know about what I was, or what her family was involved in. we were all tricking her and I felt horrid. I had to figure out a way to stop the wedding without setting anyone off. If anything-I could just say she said no-but that wouldn’t bode over well, Viktoria was power hungry-and while I could tell she didn’t like Evie(or (y/n)) she would do anything to regain our full might-even if it meant forcing Evie to say yes.

I sighed, dropping my pen and rubbing my face-the dawning sun breaking across the horizon. I had always been an early riser, but today I wanted to be up before the sun rose-just to make sure I had the day clear of work. “What the fuck am I going to do?” I whispered to myself, feeling frustration bubbling at my chest and teeth-I’m pretty sure the only damn person-or vampire-that wouldn’t react badly to me not wanting to marry Evie would be Lucy-she was an extremely understanding and empathetic person-and she held that quality into her immortality. Though she didn’t hold it while feeding-she was just as bloodthirsty as Viktoria was, and I used to be.

“You seem frustrated my dear.” I peeked between my fingers at the new voice-seeing both Viktoria and Lucy making their way toward me to join me on the patio. I just hummed, brushing my hands through my hair and letting my bangs fall into my eyes-feeling Viktoria’s hand thread into my hair and brush them back again-she preferred the slick back style(which always made me look older than the age I had stopped at). Turning my attention to Lucy-who had been the one to speak up-I shrugged, leaning forward out of Viktoria’s grip and leaning my elbows on the table-something which Viktoria crunched her nose at.

She was always one for proper etiquette-but I really didn’t give a fuck. “I suppose I am,” I muttered, looking down at my paper work-not paying attention as one of the maids of the manor came up and gave the three of us mimosas-all three lightly dyed red from the blood mixed into them. I took mine gingerly, holding back a grimace at the taste-now that (y/n) was back, all blood to me was stale-I only wanted hers, I only wanted her.

“Why?” Lucy asked, my two brides sitting down with me at the patio table, sipping at their mimosas. I just shrugged again; it wasn’t something I could tell lucy with Viktoria around. So instead I just told her ‘wedding stuff’ to which she nodded. “Understandable, it’s been over 100 years since the last wedding, normal to have some nerves or frustration,” Lucy hummed, and I smiled a bit-there it was, that empathy that drew me to her originally. Viktoria just huffed, swirling her glass. “Especially since the new bride has no clue about all this-tell me dearest,” Viktoria hummed, her dark eyes burning a hole in my head “What is the plan? Seduce her into saying yes? And what of the friend? Will she be Evelyn's first meal?”

I had to hold back from baring my fangs at the mere thought of (y/n) just being a meal. The only being that would ever taste her blood would be me. “I haven't figured out that last bit yet,” I muttered, telling a semi-truth. Viktoria just hummed, eyes drifting back to Lucy. Fuck what was I going to do with (y/n)? If she didn’t remember, of course I couldn’t just-force her to stay! But with her alive I couldn’t just-marry Evie with any good conscience -fuck I couldn’t stay married to Lucy or Viktoria with any good conscience either.

But I had no idea how to end it all, the contract was forged in blood-curated by a witch near 500 years ago. I had no magical prowess of my own but…but if (y/n) remembered, she might be able to void that contract. I sighed, rubbing my face as I closed my paperwork folder, I would finish it later. I was happy to have (y/n) back, but damn did it just-make things so complicated.

I looked up to see Viktoria eyeing the balcony where (y/n)’s room connected, her claws edging out from her fingertips. “One scratch on her and you’ll be locked to the bottom of the lake till spring thaws the ice.” I hissed out, surprising both Viktoria and Lucy at the pure danger in my voice, along with such a punishment. But gods be damned if I let (y/n) be hurt under my protection again. “We don’t want any suspicions from either of them-so play nice.” Viktoria just huffed, accepting my quick cover-up from my sudden threat, and finished her mimosa, setting the glass delicately on the table and leaning forward in her chair.

“Who is she?” Viktoria hummed, her eyes icy and dark as she rested her chin on her hands, Lucy peeked at me from behind her glass-clearly also curious about (y/n). “I’ve noticed you’re quite…protective of her.” Viktoria hummed, carefully choosing her words to describe the way I acted towards (y/n). She clearly hadn't learned from the previous night when I had told her (y/n) was no concern of hers. I just blinked at her, taking my mimosa and finishing it off, barely tasting it as it went down my throat.

“Now, I didn’t ask you such questions when you had that little fling with Mira, did I not?” I hummed, carefully warning Viktoria to back off. Her eyes narrowed at the mention of Mira-a maid she had taken a shine to back in the 1600s. “So, you should give me the same courtesy and give me the same privacy.” I finished with a slight bow of my head, giving a half grin to my eldest wife-who just continued to glare at me. “So the master has taken a shine to a commoner? How cute.” Viktoria muttered, standing abruptly and walking off, jutting her head to order Lucy to follow.

Lucy waited a few moments to tell me she thought (y/n) seemed nice, to which I couldn’t help but smile. I watched her walk off after Viktora and sighed-feeling bad for my bubbly bride-Viktoria held such a grip on her-If it came down to it-I wasn’t sure where Lucy’s loyalties would lie-even if her vows demanded they be with me.

I sighed, sitting back in my chair and rubbing my nose.

I needed a fucking drink.

And a nice breakfast with (y/n).

I took it upon myself to make breakfast-knowing exactly how (y/n) liked her meals, and while French toast had certainly changed over the centuries-I was certain she would still like how I made them. I tasted the mixture before adding eggs and nodded, perfect. I carefully dipped the thick sliced Brioche and set it on the griddle, slicing up some strawberries as I waited for it to cook. When I flipped the slice I started on some eggs, making sure they were cooked and seasoned exactly the way (y/n) liked them.

“Now where are those hashbrowns,” I muttered to myself, looking into my fridge, I had pre-grated them a few hours back just so I didn’t have to rush them while I made everything else. I found them exactly where I had put them, right behind the bacon pack. I placed the finished slices into the warmed oven along with the eggs, oiled the griddle, and started on the hashbrowns. Again-made very differently compared to back then-but who didn’t like fried potatoes?

Viktoria. My mind supplied and I couldn’t help but chuckle. She would be furiously jealous if she saw me doing this for some ‘random commoner’ instead of her. But she didn’t even like human food-she had grown an intense dislike for anything human-other than human blood. Besides-I was making enough for me, (y/n), and Evie-just in case she joined us but-I had a strong feeling Evie would be sleeping in.

When the hashbrowns were finished, I plated the food and called Mrs. Swift to help me transfer everything to the patio, she seemed surprised to see my kitchen in such a state-she knew I liked to cook sometimes-but not to this degree-nor had I ever cooked for anyone but my wives or myself.

I got a few pastries that I knew (y/n) liked, and a few I thought Evie would like, and made sure everything was perfect. I took a few steps back from the decorated table and nodded to myself. “Perfect,” I whispered, turning on my heel and ruffling my hair as I made my way back inside and up to (y/n)’s room, asking for Mrs. Swift to attempt to wake up Evie.

I knocked on her door gently, chuckling as I heard her groan awake and shuffle over to her door-looking so adorably sleepy as she opened it and looked up at me-rubbing her eyes as she pouted slightly. “Good morning,” I whispered, grinning as she muttered it back quietly. “there’s breakfast on the patio, French toast with strawberries?” There it was-she was wide awake at the mention of French toast. Her eyes nearly sparkled and I once again had to hold myself back from smothering her with my affection.

Fuck why was she so damn cute.

“French toast?” she croaked, and oh my heart-my heart, I was going to melt from her-oh my gods. I just nodded instead of taking her cheeks and kissing her silly. “yes, and strawberries.” And with that-the door was shut in my face-I couldn’t help but laugh, tears in my eyes as I heard (y/n) rush to get dressed-though I wouldn't have cared if she stayed in her Pjs.

When the door opened again, all (y/n) said was; “French toast,” and I laughed again, tucking her hand into my arm and leading her outside, opening the door for her and letting her go first. She took a deep breath as she stepped out, a smile on her face as she took in the food I had made for her. “Yum~” she sang, and I was smiling so much my cheeks began to hurt. Though it turned into a pout when (y/n) sat down before I could get her chair for her.

I sat down across from her, noticing (y/n)’s eyes glancing between the seat between us and me, Evie’s plate of food still sitting under its cover. “Who’s that for?” (y/n) asked, decorating her food as she liked. I nodded back towards the manor, my cheek in my palm as I watched (y/n) begin to eat. “Evie, but I think she’s suffering from intense jetlag.” I joked, grinning as (y/n) snorted, nodding as she did. And almost as soon as I finished saying that-Mrs. Swift arrived, without Evie-looking a bit nervous. And it was understandable, Evie-who was my bride to be-would not be joining me for breakfast-denying my time with her. I should’ve been at least frustrated at it.

But I really couldn’t care, I had my (y/n). “My apologies for interrupting Lord Deville, but Ms. Evie is a bit…stubborn, to wake up, I’m afraid she won’t be joining you.” I just nodded, handing some strawberries to (y/n) as she looked around for them, grinning as she scooped some out onto her plate, dancing in her seat as she tossed a piece into her mouth. “That’s just fine,” I said to Mrs. Swift with a wave of my hand, smiling softly at my beloved as she ate the food I had made for her “let her have her rest, I have the perfect company already.” Mrs. Swift glanced between me and (y/n), confused at my attitude towards (y/n), but didn’t question it, bowing out and returning to her duties.

I looked back at (y/n), watching her with soft eyes as she continued to eat, my eyes drawn to her lips as she liked them free of syrup. She looked up at me, pointing her fork at my food and tilting her head. “Aren’t you gonna eat?” she asked, jolting me out of my thoughts-most of which were….not safe for work-as one might say. I cleared my throat-looking down at my food-which I hadn’t taken the cover off of yet.

“oh-uh, yeah.” I chuckled, taking the cover off and setting it aside, grabbing some butter and syrup and decorating it as I liked, pausing for a moment before I took a bite-it had been quite a bit since I last ate human food-I had only recently regained such a love for it actually.

About 10 years ago really.

Which reminded me-I needed to ask (y/n) about her last 10 years, what had happened? Where had she gone after waking up under the Wych tree? Why had she been homeless? I needed to know what had happened to her.

“So,” I started as casually as I could, setting down my fork and leaning back in my chair, holding my hand in front of my mouth as I spoke-It was rude to speak with your mouth full after all. “What have you been doing the last ten years? I know you said you were homeless for most of it but-“ I made a gesture and puffed my cheeks, something (y/n) giggled at, a warmth filling my chest at the sound, god how I had missed that sound. I felt my cheeks flush as she smiled at me, tilting her head just so. “--along that?” I asked, leaning forward in my chair as (y/n) fiddled with her necklace, humming as she thought back through the last 10 years.

She looked towards the gardens-her eyes catching onto the flowers I had planted myself, her favorites. “Well uh, for the first year, I just-kinda wandered.” She muttered, furrowing her brows a bit as she recalled what she had done. “I didn’t know where I was, or really-who I was. I only had my necklace and my name. This family took me in when they found me-wandering about-and let me stay for a bit, and for about a year I went from hotel to hotel, street to street just looking for anything that could help me remember, but-“ she sighed, and I so desperately wanted to take her in my arms-seeing how much she struggled, not just in life-but within her own mind-she had been all alone-having to learn about the modern world on her own. Without me.

(y/n) continued, her eyes glancing to the side. “Nothing came to me, so I saved up some money, got a ticket, and flew to New York.” New York? Why New York? I must’ve looked confused or something because (y/n) waved off the notion. “Why New York? I have no idea, it was the first place I saw and I decided it would be the best place for me.” She glanced down at her lap, her frown deepening. ““I lived on the streets for two years, I practically starved to death several times-“ I felt my heart crack, the metal of my chair bending under my grip, a tightness in my chest as I imagined my darling all alone, hunger pains I knew all too well racking her body. I knew what nearly starving to death felt like-when my mother died-my father fell into a deep depression, and my sister was hardly old enough to provide us with enough to survive.

The only reason I lived that winter was thanks to my father's closest friend, who had taken the then three of us in and fed us as well as he could.

I shook my head back into the present as (y/n) continued on. “but I was able to save up enough to rent a room for a few months, and then get a job; it didn’t pay much, I had to choose between a roof over my head and food many times but…yeah.” She shrugged, as if her struggles hadn’t been a big deal-as if she hadn’t almost died-as if I hadn’t lost my beloved from something out of my control.

I rested my hand on the table, giving my softest smile that I always knew made her feel better-the same smile I gave her after her mother died from pneumonia when we were 16. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I whispered, tilting my head slightly as (y/n) smiled back, her eyes dilating and she seemed to be out of focus for a moment, her breath catching as something caught her attention.

My brows furrowed as she stared off into space, whispering her name until she shook her head, holding the necklace tight in her grip. “Are you okay?” I asked, biting my lip as she nodded. “You spaced out for a moment there.”

“Yes, yes I’m fine just-another” she waved her hand, glancing away from me as she did “memory, I guess.” My heart skipped a beat and I leaned towards her, nearly begging to know what she had remembered-and if it was a strong memory or not. As she described what it was-I felt a smile grow on my face, it was of us, I remembered it quite dearly-after we got married and enjoying a late morning breakfast in the gardens of her home. She had said something and I couldn’t help but laugh-just, happy to be there with her.

I was taken back to reality when I heard my head gardener call for me, walking up to the patio with his hands behind his back. “The grounds are ready for inspection sir.” I nodded with a hum, finishing off my eggs before getting to my feet-holding out my hand to (y/n) with an inviting smile. “Would you like a tour while I do lord stuff?” (y/n) laughed at my wording and took my hand, letting me lead her off to the gardens-staying silent as the gardener explained what had been done and admiring while I gestured around some of the hedges-requesting a few changes here and there.

We passed by a bush of her favorite flowers, and I saw her eyes were immediately drawn to them. I couldn't help myself. I carefully plucked one from its bush and held it out to (y/n), laughing as she stepped back and shook her head. “I shouldn’t,” she said, holding up her hands in denial. I just smiled and continued to hold it out to her-the gardener excused himself at that point. “you should,” I pushed, feeling a bit cheeky as she shook her head, laughing as she did-she clearly wanted to take it-but didn’t want to just snatch it from my hand.

“I shouldn’t.”

“you should.”

“I shouldn’t!”

“You should.” I pushed one last time, biting the inside of my lip as (y/n) took her flower and held it close to her chest, a small cheeky grin on her lips “I will.” she ended in a hum, smiling up at me. I chuckled, shaking my head as (y/n) and I continued to walk through the gardens again, taking every twisting path there was through the small maze the garden hedges and flowers created.

I took a moment to breathe-just, happy to have her by my side again-even if she didn’t know I was her Harrison-I would wait another 900 years for her to do so. “so,” my attention turned to (y/n) as she began to speak, twirling the flower between her fingers. I hummed, gesturing for her to continue speaking. “Tell me about yourself? What do you do for fun?”

I laughed softly, shaking my head slightly as I kicked a small rock out of the way, raising my shoulders a small bit as I glanced at her with a small smirk. “And here I thought you would ask about Harrison?” I teased, though I really had expected her to ask about ‘my brother’, I didn’t mind her asking about me. Maybe she had already unknowingly made the connection between me and ‘him’.

(y/n) just shrugged, pursing her lips a bit as she looked up at the sky. “Well,” she muttered, looking back at me and tilting her head back and forth. “he was your brother, I just-I dunno-thought it would be a bit…insensitive just to ask about him?” I couldn’t help but smile-hiding it by looking off into the gardens, my eyes catching onto a deer that swiftly ran back into the forest when it felt my eyes. i….really didn’t know how to answer that question, many things I did for fun-I didn’t do anymore.

Because what was the point when she wasn’t there to have fun with me?

But I tried to recall what I did now-adays to pass the time, which-wasn’t much. “I like playing the piano, haven’t done it in a while though.” My voice turned to a matter at the end, rubbing my chin as I felt (y/n)’s eyes on me. “uh-I write sometimes?….damn I don’t do a lot of stuff other than work.”

(y/n) laughed, which sent butterflies through my stomach. I grinned down at her, my eyes drifting down to her free hand. I reached out just slightly, pulling back as she looked at me-her eyes just as wonderful as I remembered-that wonderful kindness still in her eyes. “busy bee ain't ya?” she teased, laughing as I dramatically rolled my eyes, sticking my hands back in my pockets, kicking that same small rock out of my path.

“Yeah,” I muttered, licking under my top lip and huffing “don’t really have time for myself anymore.” I tried to remember the last time I did something for myself-or did something for fun that wasn’t…feeding or some sort of-stuffy party that I really didn’t care about.

(y/n) hummed, reaching up and curling her hand around my elbow-her pinkie catching my exposed arm which sent lightning down my spine again. God I had missed her. I noticed her slowing down, and I came to a stop with her-watching her gaze that drew over to the overgrown path that led to our old home.

The old castle.

I swallowed, feeling my hands shake as (y/n) nodded towards that path, and I could tell she felt a pull towards it-something was telling her to go down that path.

I wasn’t ready for her to do that yet. I wasn’t ready for her to face a barrage of memories that might break her.

“Where does that go?” (y/n) asked and I shrugged, taking my hand out of my pocket and resting it on her shoulder-her hand dropping from my elbow as I started to guide her back towards the manor. “uh-just-just an old forest path; it’s not really used anymore, poison ivy got out of hand.” I explained-which it wasn’t a lie-it was overgrown with poison ivy. (y/n) just hummed, accepting my answer and letting me lead her back into the manor, I turned to her as we stepped into the main hall. “Have you had a tour of the manor yet?”

(y/n) shook her head, leaning into my side as I turned and guided her towards my study. “Well then, let us start in the library, or rather my office.” I unlocked the door and pushed it open, letting her fully step inside before I closed the door behind me. (y/n) let out a low whistle of appreciation as she gazed into my study, trailing her hand along the back of the couch that had just been placed in front of the fireplace-sitting just across from the loveseat.

“Comfy,” she said, her gaze drawn to the animal heads I had decorating the walls-another pastime of mine-one that I only participated in once a year.

She paused at my selection of books-all my personal favorites. I had made sure they were separate from the actual library of the manor-which was much bigger and had many more books. “What are your favorites to read?” she asked, and I hummed, stepping beside her and trailing my hands across the many books that sat on the shelves-only one on my mind.

It was the one that reminded me of her, and the love we held. There it was. I pulled the old book from its shelf, it was maybe only 50 years old-not even that, but it was one I read over and over nowadays, one of the few things that made me feel like I did back then. I handed the book to (y/n), grinning as she gasped and ran her hands gently over the cover. “The princess bride, I love that one.” She whispered, making my heart flutter-knowing she loved it like I did- she gently opened the book and her jaw dropped at the special mark just under the cover. “is this a first edition?”

I nodded, tucking my hands into my pocket and rocking on my heels slightly, a soft grin on my lips. “Yes, I do have a fondness for original works but-that was one of the first I collected with the intent to use instead of shelving it.” (y/n) hummed, reading through the first few pages before attempting the hand the book back to me-I lifted my hand to stop her, her head tilting adorably at my refusal to put it back. “Keep it, at least until you…leave.”

Right. She had to leave at some point-that’s if she didn’t remember, which while I had hope I could help her regain her memories before the weeks end-I wasn’t sure if I could. And if she didn’t-she would return to New York only knowing me as her long-dead beloved’s brother. I shook those thoughts away, gesturing to the book as she brought it back to her chest with the flower-her eyes sparkling. “I can tell you want to read it.”

(y/n) beamed with a giddy giggle, and that one smile seemed to erase all worry from my mind. I couldn’t help but smile back, my heart fluttering as she looked down at the book with such fondness, fondness I had missed for so many years. “Thank you.” (y/n) said, taking my elbow as I offered it and nodded towards the door. “shall we continue?” I asked as I led her out of my study and continued to show her the manor.

We skipped the kitchen-as it was somewhere she had already seen the day before, the bandage still on her finger. I joked with such a reference and (y/n) snorted, leaning her head on my shoulder as I guided her back towards the grand dining room, where the rehearsal dinner would be taking place. I gestured out at the room, leading her to the set of double glass doors that led out to the back gardens and a small stone patio. “This is the grand dining room, which connects to the balcony and the back gardens; where the cocktail party this Friday, tomorrow, will be held.” (y/n) nodded and hummed as she looked out into the gardens, where now; my servants were setting up for the party tomorrow evening.

(y/n) suddenly took a sharp breath, as if in pain and I quickly looked down at her-holding back from taking her and looking her over for any injuries. But instead of doing so I simply stepped closer to her-looking her over as I asked her what was wrong. (y/n) just cursed under her breath and I realized her sharp breath was not one of pain, but annoyance or frustration. “I didn’t bring any dresses with me that would say-cocktail party.” She muttered, looking out at the gardens again.

My mind was filled with thoughts of (y/n) in a cocktail dress, her leg peeking out of a slim black dress. I swallowed at the thought, mentally filing that thought away for later. “No worries, I’ll handle it.” I said, smiling as (y/n) looked up at me, wondering what I meant. She asked as such and I just smiled wider, slowly walking out of the room as (y/n) pushed for an answer, laughter bubbling in her chest as I walked out of the dining room and towards the conservatory that I had turned into an artist's loft for Evie.

“oh wow,” (y/n) gasped softly, setting down the book and flower, and exploring the room eagerly, her hands running over the pottery wheel. “Eve would have a field day with this room,” she muttered, to which if I was still planning on the whole wedding thing-would have been great news. But now it was just nice to see (y/n) exploring the room. “oh~” she walked up to an easel-a portrait I had been working on resting on the stand. “who’s making this?” (y/n) asked, pointing at the half-finished painting.

“I am” I said, a bit of pride in my voice. Drawing had always been something I was passionate about; I had several sketchbooks tucked away in my study. I stepped towards (y/n), looking at the unfinished portrait of my older sister, Harriet.

My father had never been original with names. Harriet. Harrison.

“you’re very talented” (y/n)’s voice broke through my thoughts and I hummed in thanks, my eyes drifting down to the brushes and paint I had been forced to put down a few days ago, my schedule too busy to pick them back up. “who is she?”

I blinked, not expecting that question-nor was I sure how to answer it. But-I decided to tell the truth “My sister, my older sister.” I muttered, sighing softly. I missed her, she had died about 60 years after I had been turned-and not a day goes by I wished she was still here, to guide me like she always had. “Harriet.”

I blinked, I hadn't said her name-(y/n) did, her eyes almost glazed over as she gazed at Harriet’s portrait, her eyes caught onto the dark curly hair that I had been in the middle of painting. “Harriet, right? That was her name?”(y/n) asked, turning to me, looking overjoyed at remembering my big sister. I couldn’t help but grin with her, nodding.

“yes,” I rasped, feeling a catch in my chest. “yes, that was her name. Harriet.” (y/n) hummed, watching me carefully as I turned to look at the portrait-that while unfinished-still brought those damned feelings to the surface. My chest felt heavy, tingles ran down my arms, my stomach turned with a heaving lurch, and pins stabbed at my lungs.

Grief. A feeling I had never been able to get rid of, not when I outlived my baby sister, not when the pain of losing (y/n) was still so fresh even with her return. I took a breath, one (y/n) noticed but didn’t comment on, gently reaching out and taking my pinkie and ring finger in her index finger, squeezing gently as she did.

Just her touch soothed my heart and I took another breath, smiling down at her as she gazed at the unfinished painting. “Thank you,” I whispered and she hummed, squeezing my fingers again. I coughed lightly, moving forward and around the easel-her fingers still holding mine as her free hand grabbed the book and flower “Shall we move on? There’s plenty more to see.”

(y/n) nodded, her arm flush against mine as I led her back out of the conservatory and into the hall’s, leading her to the other side-where the library and sun room sat. I took her to the library first, laughing as she practically ran into it like a child in a candy store-spinning on her heels as she took in the two-story room, a spiral staircase leading up to the 2nd floor-a set of doors leading to the upstairs hallway for 2ndary access. “oh this is beautiful” (y/n) whispered, running her hand along the wood island that sat in front of the staircase, her eyes flickering about the grand room-catching on the gold harp in the corner-Viktoria’s.

“Oh that’s beautiful,” she gasped in awe, walking over to it and gently running her fingers across the top. “Do you play it?” I shook my head at her innocent question, chuckling as I did. “no, my skill lies with the piano,” I gestured to the piano that lay on the other side of the room-one of several pianos in the estate actually. “That belongs to one of the maids of honor, whom you’ll most likely meet at the cocktail party.” (y/n) hummed turning on her heel and admiring the room once more before I held out my hand again, wanting to hold hers once more. “Come-there’s still lots to show.”

(y/n) skipped over to me and took my hand, our fingers soon laced tightly together as I continued to show her my manor; the sun room, the spa, the lounge, the ballroom(which was unused for now), and lastly(at least for the main floor)-the hall of ancestors.

Where portraits of my family-and hers- were hung around the room. I wondered if It were too soon to show her, but I knew she would be suspicious if I avoided that room-so I was caustic as we stepped inside. “Well, here you go,” I muttered, watching as she walked about the long room-gazing upon the portraits of my family.

She stopped at the portrait of my father, now long dead, and tilted her head at him. “James, right?” she asked, turning to me, a grin on her face-widening when I nodded. “Two points,” I chuckled, pushing off the door and walking over to her, looking up at the face of my father. His icy green eyes stared back, and I quickly looked away, watching as (y/n) trailed her hand upon the red rope that separated the wall from any visitors-just to make a small barrier to prohibit any touching from the portraits-all of them were centuries old now.

“Who is this?” My attention was brought back to reality as (y/n) looked up at a portrait of my mother that sat a few feet away from my fathers. My heart lurched a bit, (y/n) had never met my mother, she had died years before my family moved to Whitby-where I met (y/n). “My mother, Iris.” I supplied, stepping behind (y/n) and smiling softly at my mother's visage; her eyes reflecting my own. “You never met her, died when I was only a few months old. Harriet was three.”

One might ask how I remembered her face so well if she died when I so young, I didn’t. Harriet had taken it upon herself to memorize every detail, and my father's friend had sketched up several pieces for me and Harriet to keep in her memory-which I used to commission her portrait. I really remembered her eyes the most-and her voice-it could be compared to sirens.

(y/n) frowned, turning to me and taking my hand, and I was suddenly aware of the burning sensation in my nose. I sniffed, reaching up with my free hand and pinching my nose for a quick moment. “I’m fine-it was a long time ago,” I whispered, smiling as (y/n)’s fingers curled around my palm, squeezing it lightly.

“As Evie would say,” (y/n) softly muttered, stepping closer and resting her cheek on my shoulder. “the pain of losing someone never really leaves you.” I sighed, licking my lips and squeezing her fingers gently. I knew that all too well, not just of my mother or sisters-but of (y/n), whom I thought I had lost forever until yesterday.

“who-who’s that?” I turned, eyes widening as I looked upon the portraits of the Godkin family-(y/n)’s family. She was staring at a portrait of her mother, her hand slowly leaving mine as she walked towards the opposite side of the room. “oh uh,” I coughed into my fist, quietly pushed away from my mother, and stepped next to (y/n). “the Godkin’s, the family the Deville’s married into and the original heirs to the fortune. Without them, none of this” I gestured around me-meaning the manor and my wealthy life style-but also meaning my immortal life-as their daughter had been the very reason I still stood here. “would be here.”

(y/n) hummed, her eyes drawing to her father's portrait before she took a step back, smiling up at me. “these are all beautiful” she muttered, taking another good look at each portrait before taking my hand again “is there anything else you wish to show me?” I hummed, squeezing her fingers as I began to lead her back out to the main hall, leading her up the stairs.

Most of the 2nd floor were guest rooms and the family suites, but there were a few rooms of interest; such as the game room, the smoking room, and the music room, filled with various instruments that I hadn't learned to play. Other than the piano-but then I really didn’t play it much nowadays. We had passed up the upstairs lounge since that’s where the Alexanders were having their reunion.

“you must be so bored every day.” (y/n) teased, leaning on the rails with me as I rolled my eyes fondly. “I mean-there’s like, nothing to do~!” I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head as (y/n) giggled away, still holding the book and flower in her hands.

“yeah, thankfully I do have lord of the manor stuff to keep me entertained.” I hummed, giving (y/n) a soft grin as she continued to laugh, then her smile turned curious, glancing back at the music room before turning back to me. “You said you play the piano, right?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. I nodded, leaning off the rails and shoving my hands in my pockets, smiling as (y/n) shrugged towards the music room. “Do you think you could show me?”

I nodded with a grin, leading her back into the room and taking a seat at the piano that was at least a century old now. “It’s beautiful,” (y/n) whispered as she ran her fingers against the top edge, looking back at me as I began to play, starting with some warm-ups since I really hadn't played in a while.

“I haven’t played in a while so forgive me if I hit the wrong key,” I said with an almost nervous chuckle, hoping she liked how I played…and if she would remember what I planned to play. It had been such a dear song to her-one her mother sang before her unfortunate death. (y/n) just shook her head, giving me a soft smile as she rested her elbows on the edge of the piano. “You aren’t performing for a judge, just play what you like,” I nodded, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves and pressing my fingers to those ivory keys, the familiar melody I had worked hard to perfect floating through the room.

(y/n) stopped breathing, and I glanced up at her as her eyes filled with tears, her hand drawing up to her necklace. “I know this,” she whispered, I just hummed-pretending I hadn't heard her as I continued to play. She remembered this-her mother's song. I held back a watery smile as (y/n) began to sing, those familiar lyrics I hadn't heard from her in so long.

I remembered she used to sing it to me while I worked, or was sick; her soft voice soothing the aches in my body as I let myself be tucked away in her arms. I felt tears in my eyes as she continued to sing, her voice something I never thought I would hear ever again. “call up your men, dilly dilly, set them to work. some to the plough, dilly dilly, some to the fork. Some to make hay, dilly dilly, some to cut corn. While you and I, dilly dilly, keep ourselves warm.”

Her voice was as soft and beautiful as I remembered it, like cresting snow on a fresh winter's eve, like mourning doves on a summer morning, like soft windchimes on a windy day. Oh how I had missed her, I had missed her so much.

As she softly sang the last verse, I joined in, my voice a bit rough from underuse-I wasn’t much of a singer, (y/n) had always said I had a good voice, but I didn’t like singing all that much-I preferred to hear (y/n) sing. “Lavenders green, dilly dilly, lavenders blue, you must love me, dilly dilly, for I love you.” I swallowed harshly as I pulled away from the keys, looking up to see (y/n) in tears, the necklace clutched tightly in her hand.

I stood, stepping around the piano and getting close to her. “You remember that?” I asked, my hands hovering over her shoulders, wanting to hug her so all her pain would disappear. “It-it was my mother’s song,” she whispered, fiddling with the gem of the necklace “and-I sang it to him when we were kids-and when he would be stuck in his study…I’m sorry, fuck I’m such a mess.” Tears streamed down her cheeks and I quickly opened my arms, inviting her for a hug-to which she easily tipped into my arms and sobbed into my chest. I held her close-rubbing the back of her head with my thumb as I squeezed her gently. “it’s okay, I-I don’t really understand but it must be intense to remember things you never even thought you had. I’m-I’m just glad they seem to be good memories.” I muttered, smiling softly as (y/n) nodded against my shoulder, sniffing as she cuddled into me.

I held her for a bit longer, pushing my cheek against her head-closing my eyes as I let myself fall into the belief that I held her as my own-as my darling (y/n), and not as the girl who hardly knew her place in my life-as if she wasn’t my entire universe. “Can-can you play another?” (y/n) asked after a few quiet moments and I nodded, pulling back and cupping her face to make sure she was okay. I gently wiped a tear from her chin and sat back down at the piano, playing a piece she wouldn't know since I didn’t want to overwhelm her.

As she relaxed my mind wandered. What would be too much? What would be too little? What was the line in the sand for her memories? Something as simple as a hand gesture from me had brought something back, yet the visage of her parents hadn't.

Maybe the portraits had been too much for her brain-and it protected her from remembering too much in such a short time. And yet she remembered my father and older sister, one of which was an unfinished portrait. I was thrown from my thoughts as I realized one of the keys was soundless, I continued to press it as I stood-examining the wires that connected to each key.

“The one you’re trying to play is missing,” (y/n) muttered, pointing out the missing wire-the one Emmaline had used to decapitate herself not so long ago. I cursed under my breath; I was sure that would’ve been replaced by now-the rail she had used as an anchor had yet to be repaired as well. It had been over 50 years now, practically 100 since her death-and yet my staff had yet to repair or replace things so easily replaceable.

I sucked at my teeth, forcing away my frustration as I locked eyes with (y/n), standing and giving her an apologetic smile. “Apologies, it seems I won’t be able to play my full performance,” I gave her a mock bow, smiling as she laughed, shaking her head as I stood to my full height. “That’s fine, thank you for playing.” She said as she made her way towards the door, I followed her; bowing my head again.

“Of course, it was my pleasure.” My head felt light as she smiled at me over her shoulder, holding the book and flower close to her chest as I closed the door behind me, hands in my pockets as I followed her lead down the hall. “Well, that would conclude our tour, minus the family suites and my bedroom, but I think that would be a bit inappropriate.” She laughed and nodded, agreeing with the notion that-yeah it would be weird to show her rooms that other people were staying in.

“Yeah, pushing on privacy, I’ve already seen Evie’s room through,” (y/n) mumbled, our eyes flickering to the clock as it rang. It was exactly 12pm. Damn-time had gone by so quickly, but wasn’t that always the case when you were having fun? “Wow it’s already noon?” (y/n) muttered to herself, looking up at me as I took the small of her back, pushing her towards the upstairs lounge.

“I believe it’s time for lunch, come, let us join the Alexader’s.” (y/n) nodded, leaning into me as I led the way to the lounge, pushing open the door and letting (y/n) inside first, smiling as she bee-lined it to Evie; who looked just as happy to see (y/n) as she did. “(y/n)!” Evie cheered, holding out her arms for a hug-to which (y/n) happily indulged in, stealing Evie’s glass and taking a sip before Evie stole it back.

“How was your tour?” Evie whispered to (y/n) in a knowingly teasing voice, and it made me wonder how much Evie know, how much she had figured out. She couldn’t know I was Harrison-but she clearly had the inkling of my true feelings for (y/n). (y/n) just huffed gently at Evie, leaning her head on Evie’s shoulder as Alfred spoke up-and the way he spoke made me want to claw out his other eye.

“so this must be the infamous (y/n)? I’ve heard you’ve kept the lord company for the last few hours.” he hummed, his only eye directly on (y/n), his voice suggesting that (y/n) was nothing but a woman to satisfy me, like she was a common whore. All the other Alexander were staring at her as well, and not in curiosity, but animosity. They didn’t like her-and I had a feeling why. They didn’t like I wasn’t paying attention to Evie, the woman who had been brought here for the contract-and yet I look to a girl who none of them recognized girl none of them knew had a very strong connection to me.

I held back a snarl-my eyes on Alfred. I could feel how uncomfortable (y/n) was, the feeling creeping up my neck and making me want to bear my fangs and claws, to tuck her away in my arms and destroy what had shamed her. “i-I suppose?” (y/n) muttered out, nearly hiding her face in Evie’s neck, Evie curling her arm protectively around (y/n) and glaring back at them-clearly feeling the same energy I was. “he-he invited me to breakfast, then he gave me a tour, it’s-it’s more like he kept me company.”

Fuck this. I wasn’t going to just stand here and let them leer at her. It was lunch anyway-and I did have one planned out for us, one that included Evie-since I would have to make some sort of effort with her to not arouse suspicion. “Evie,” I said suddenly, shocking everyone out of their stupor, Evie and (y/n) looked at me, (y/n) nearly looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Like hell.

“would you like to join me for lunch?” I asked her, hoping she would easily get the hint as I glanced between (y/n) and the Alexander family. she nodded, easily catching my hastily thrown idea and gently grabbing (y/n)’s hand to lead her to lunch “I would love to,” Evie said, passing by me and nodding as I told her where it was, and that (y/n) knew the way.

(y/n) glanced back at me and the room, her shoulders rising as she caught Oliver’s eye, who glared back at her full of near hate. Oh well, I just couldn’t have that? Could I? I checked no maids were in the room before turning back on the family, letting my eyes flash and my fangs show. A low warning growl settled in my chest-one not too far from my true forms growl-but that one could shake a castle, this one was low and snarling-a stalking sensation almost. “I will say this once, and only once. Disrespect Ms. (y/n) again and I will destroy all that you have. If you even think about her in such a way, I will know. So mark my words. Respect her or face my wrath.”

I reveled in the fear I felt from all of them, the unexpected whirl around I had on them. They clearly did not sense the same fondness Evie had felt from me for (y/n), they clearly had decided their brains were to be left at home if they treated my darling (y/n) in such a way.

If I were a crueler man, I would’ve killed one of them-just to make a point, or take Alfred’s other eye. But (y/n) had always been a good influence on me, and it was fortunate for the Alexader’s that she still was. It was unfortunate for them that Oliver decided to speak. “But-but who is she, my lord? What does she have that Evie doesn’t?” his mouth snapped shut as I turned to glare directly at him, feeling a heat begin to boil in my chest. “And-and who is Harrison? I-we weren’t aware you had a brother?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, foolish fucking mortals. I couldn’t blame Evie for talking about my supposed brother(one that never existed), but for Oliver to gain the courage-nay-the stupidity to bring it up as laughable.

I just turned on my heel, leaving the family with one final warning and no explanation. “As I said, disrespect (y/n), and you will all fall.” I practically slammed the door behind me-straightening my hair and making my way out to the patio.

They were damn lucky I preferred spending time with (y/n) than making sure they knew their place.

-end of p3-

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Pacify (Adrian Chase x witch reader)

Synopsis: The team realized you need Adrian as much as he needs you.

AHHH I just got too excited for the concept of witch reader going berserk thinking Adrian died and I know a lot of you were excited too! So technically no one requested it, but here I am! I hope yall enjoy.

Witch Masterlist

Warnings: cursing, angst, mental break down, sad Adrian, mentions of death, magic, witch craft

“Y/N there are three things you must understand as a member of this family.” Your aunt forced you to sit so you could listen to her.

You had just moved to Gotham with your aunt for the year. The bullying at school was getting bad especially by Gut Chase.

He made fun of you for liking his younger brother.

Your family had been born into a line of witches and your great grandmother had made a deal with a demon forging your families blood with a demon. You were the last one born in your blood line with the demon blood.

Rumors of you being different weren’t anything new to you. You were use to the kids at school picking on you, but as you grew older the towns people started also joining the kids at school. Calling you a witch, throwing things at you and shunning you.

You’re breaking point was when Gut threatened to tell his younger brother how the weird witch liked him. None of them know if you were really a witch, but your family was known for causing one of the worst depressions to ever hit Evergreen.

“Listen closely to me.” Your aunt reprimanded you for zoning out. You nodded sitting up.

“Look I know why you came here at some point all of us had reached your point. You’re tired, but you must not give up. We are fighters here.” You nodded.

“Mankind has always feared what it doesn’t understand. They will laugh at you because you are different. There may never come a day where they don’t,but we are who we are by the path we choose. You don’t ever let anyone dictate that for you. I promise you the future is worth it. It’s worth all the pain and tears you shed..”

You were seventeen when you moved with your aunt for the year. You never did quite understand what she meant. You didn’t understand it when she said the future was worth it.

You loved the bookshop you opened, but no matter what you did everyone still hated you. They shopped at your store, but never really spoke with you. You didn’t understand what your aunt meant until one fateful night as you walked home you saw a foot sticking out from behind your trash can.

There lied a passed out bleeding Vigilante. You took him in and met Adrian once again shortly after and you finally understood what she meant. Adrian was your future and your future was worth it. Nothing else mattered to you so long as Adrian stuck around.

This led you to today. You woke up with feeling sick. Nauseous and shaky. Something was telling you that trouble was on the way. Adrian was in danger.

“I just have a really bad feeling about this mission!” Adrian hugged you trying to reassure you. “I’ll be okay!”

You groaned nuzzling into his neck. “I just worry..You know I do..” Adrian nodded. “i know. I worry about you all the time too.” You smiled as he kissed your forehead.

“I have a bad feeling. You have your tiger’s eye right?” He nodded. “And the crystal?”

“Yes I do.” “You remember if you’re ever in serious serious trouble-” “Break the crystal and it will notify you.” You kissed him. “Please be safe..” Adrian grinned as he felt you tighten your hold. He’s never really had someone care this much about his well being before.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go?-” “No we got it. It’s a really simple mission.”

It was suppose to be a simple mission.

You felt it the very next night. Adrian wasn’t back. He said he’d be back by now. He never lied and was never late. Is he okay?

Why isn’t he calling or messaging at least? He knows how much you worry. Adrian knew to send some sign if he was going to be late, so why wasn’t he?

You tapped your foot impatiently waiting for the door to open or at least for your phone buzz. Neither happened. You sat there all night.

Midnight came, then one, two, three, the next thing you know it was seven in the morning. You were running on zero sleep.

You didn’t want to call in case they were in the middle of the mission. What if your phone call gave them away?

Jumping, you looked seeing Adebayo’s contact name pop up. “Hello!” You answered quickly.

“Y/N hey it’s me Leota?”

“Yeah I know. Is everything okay? Where’s Adrian?” You stood up frantically pacing.

“Um the team didn’t want to tell you in case you worried, but I know if this was my wife I’d want to know...” You stopped hearing her words.

“Leota...where’s Adrian?...” You shook a bit.

“It was a harder mission then we thought-”

“Leota where the fuck is he?” You snapped taking a shaky breath. Your entire body was filled with dread and anger.

“We’re gonna get him back. I promise.” You hung up grabbing your bag. They were gonna hear it from you personally.

Using your magic you pushed the door open barging in looking around. Emilia and John jumped seeing you. “No..” You gasped a bit seeing the helmet in Chris’s hands.

“What happened?” You bit out angrily as Leota walked in. “Y/N calm down let us explain-” Emilia raised her arms. “No screw you. None of you had the balls to call me, so don’t tell me to calm down. Where is Adrian?!”

Chris flinched hearing your voice crack. They all stood silent. “Where is he? Please..tell me..he’s not dea-”

“We don’t know.” Chris spoke up looking up at you. “We can’t give you an answer because we don’t know..” Your legs went wobbly.

“This mission was harder than we thought. I should’ve had you come with us Y/N. I’m sorry..We were all trying to retreat and we lost him. We barely made it back ourselves...we heard him yell for help. They took him...”

“You didn’t try to get him back?!” Adebayo looked away. “There was nothing else we could’ve done-”

“Bull shit! There was so much more you could’ve done. Did any of you even try to fight for him or save him?!”

You looked around seeing all of the sadly look down. “I can’t believe it..None of you tried to go to him..”

“It’s not that we didn’t want too. We had to regroup. Adrian knows this-” You shook your head cutting off Emilia.

“No! No! You all left him! You left him! None of you want to admit it! The sad thing is that..Adrian still would’ve probably fought to get each one of you back! He would’ve risked his life for everyone here! None of you wanted to look for him or try to fight for him?!”

Hot tears fell down your eyes as the room shook and lights flickered. “Y/N calm down-” Leota called out for you.

“You’re all cowards?! All of you should be ashamed! None of you wanted to call me either because you knew I’d blame you! Because it is all of your faults! All of you have treated Adrian like shit-”

“No we don’t-” Chris tried to defend himself and everyone, but was cut off by one of the lights breaking.

“No you do! You’re all always cutting him off! Most of you find him annoying. None of you care enough to actually make sure he isn’t hurt after all the missions! Do any of you have any idea how many times I’ve had to heal him because he brushes off his injuries?! He says his don’t matter and for me to check on all of you! I know the stories from the beginning like how you let him get tortured!”

You glared at Chris. “All of you always brush him off and none of you genuinely care about his opinion! But I never thought you’d all go so far as to leave him behind..I never thought you’d all leave him..You’re all the people he holds close to him..He doesn’t like to admit, but you all mean so much to him..why couldn’t he mean the same to you? His life matters too!” You sobbed out a bit.

Emilia shook a bit teary eyed. “I promise we’re gonna try to find him.” The room stopped shaking, but the lights kept flickering. “I can’t make any promises he’s alive, but we’ll try to find him.” She promised you as you wiped your face.

“You better. All of you better, because he would do the same for all of you. He looks up to each one of you so much and..Adrian is all I have left..Please..” You clutched your chest feeling it tighten. Without another word, you left.

John sighed staring at the helmet. “I’m gonna start trying to find his phone. Emilia start making a plan with Leota. Chris get the weapons ready.” They all nodded.

You were right. They had always been harsh on Adrian, but he still would’ve risked everything to get them back.

You walked down the streets trying to remain still. Everything felt out of place. Nothing felt okay. When you were younger, you had promised yourself to never fall in love. Most of the people in your life never stood for long..

You never thought you’d lose Adrian so fast though. He’s not dead he can’t be..He promised he’d make it home. He always kept his promise.

“Okay I think I found his phone.” John called out as Chris loaded the van. “We’ll head to there first and see were we could go from there.” Emilia called out as Leota stared at a photo of the whole team. Adrian never was taken seriously by any of them..he really did care for them too...

They all sat in the van. No music. No talking. All of them were concentrated and going over how maybe they had been a bit harsh on Adrian. Why didn’t they fight harder to get him back?

You sat in your living room trying to use whatever magic you had to find Adrian. He wasn’t anywhere you could see.

The team had stared in shock finding the crystal you had given Adrian and his tiger’s eye. He never left anywhere without them.

“Guys..I think this means-”John spoke up. “No it doesn’t mean shit!” Chris snapped out. “Vig is tough okay? He has to be around here somewhere and maybe-”

“Guys..” Emilia called out pointing ahead. There was blood covering the floor. A lot of blood. “Fuck..” Chris cursed as he fell down feeling tears rise. Adrian more than likely was dead.

Only he wasn’t.

Adrian had managed to escape the people they had been going after barely. He had accidentally dropped his things while hiding. His leg had been stabbed. He lost a lot of blood, but was alive.

The team looked at each other nodding. “One of us has to tell Y/N..” Emilia kicked the tree cursing. “FUCK!” Leota grabbed her phone. “I’ll call her.”

“Don’t this isn’t something you tell someone over the phone.” John grabbed Adrian’s things. “We all have to talk to her..” He told everyone getting in the van.

You frantically paced the room. Your magic couldn’t find him. You couldn’t find him. Where the hell is Adrian?

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. You raced swinging it open seeing John and everyone else. “Guys..where is he?”You looked behind him before noticing something in John’s arms.

You shook seeing the crystal and tiger’s eye. “There was a lot of blood-” “No..” You mumbled out. “No no no!”

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Emilia whispered out to you. “NO!” You fell straight to the floor screaming and crying. “No!!” Chris looked away hearing your cries. The lights in your room all broke as you cried. Leota tried to reach out for you, but you stopped her.

“Don’t touch me!” You snapped out shaking. “Please...all of you leave..” “Y/N-” John tried to speak, but they were all caught off by you. You used your magic pushing them all out.

Two days passed, the team grew worried not hearing a word from you. You had been in the same position since the day they left. Crying in despair on your floor.

This wasn’t right. Adrian was supposed to be with you. He promised. He fucking promised. He said nothing would happen! All that despair was starting to disappear and one thing stood behind.

Sadness.

Adrian was gone. That means you needed to learn to go on without him. There would be no more surprises by him. No more late night cuddles and baking. You were struggling to keep your cool.

Adrian usually helped calmed you in times like these. That single thought broke you.

He would never hold you or tell you he loves you again. A crash downstairs made you jump. You walked down the stairs seeing a group of men destroying your shop once more.

“Looks like the witch finally came down here!” One of them laughed as he used a bat to break a shelf. You stood there with a blank stare on your face.

You tilted your head as they continued trashing your store. “Stop.” You weakly called out. Everything you had been holding in was on the verge of spilling out. You were unstable any minute you were bound to lose it.

“Look she’s alone! That’s not surprising the witch is all alone!!” They laughed beginning to shove you. You fell the floor as they began kicking you.

Adrian. Adrian..

His name kept ringing through your head. These men who were hurting you and destroying your things once again didn’t know the trouble they just put themselves into.

They were just like the terrible people who killed Adrian. They didn’t deserve to live. No one did.

You screamed out releasing an energy blast sending them all flying. Standing up, you turned glaring at them angrily. “Monsters!! You’re all monsters!! You beat down the innocent and take away anything that is dear!!”

“You all took him away!! You took him away!!”They looked in fear as your hands glowed black eyes red.

John looked in confusion getting an alert on his computer. It was from the police. An evacuation alert. A supposed tornado was hitting town. “Guys!”

You threw aside anything that got near you not wanting to hurt anyone. You sobbed in pain from the hits you had taken earlier. Adrian wasn’t here. You were trying to rein it in.

Dead. Dead. Dead.

“STOP!!” You screamed out gripping your hair as voices rang out in your head. “Y/N!” You heard Emilia call out.

“Y/N!! Can you hear me?!!” You shook letting everything out. Your eyes glowed red as you cried. She managed to make it to you reaching out. “Calm down! You’re destroying everything!”

“Harcourt I’m giving you ten seconds to get away! I can’t control it!” “Please calm down! We know it hurts Adrian is gone-”

“Shut up!!! You have no idea how I fucking feel!! You didn’t care for him the way I did!! He was all I fucking had!! You all left him!! You left him!!” You cried out. “Please I don’t want to hurt anyone...Please leave Emilia..Get everyone away from here..”

“I can’t do that. Adrian wouldn’t want us to leave you! You’re in pain! We all deal with pain differently-”

“I am not in pain.”

“Y/N-”

Your sadness started turning into anger. “I am mourning and I am angry! I am so tired of being seen as a monster! They destroyed my shop again! They hurt me again! The one person I loved is gone! I have nothing left Emilia!”

“You have us-”

“No I don’t! I know I don’t!!”

“Y/N we care for you!” You heard Chris yell out approaching.

“We care for you because Adrian did so please-”

“Get out of here Chris! All of you just leave!! Don’t make me have to force you..I can’t control anything!”

They grew scared of you. Your eyes widened seeing Emilia reach for her gun. Your magic was influencing them making them more scared then they should be.

You screeched out using your magic to push them away. “Get away from me!!” You stood up beginning to walk away. “I’m done..I’m tired of trying to be the good person. The world just takes and takes..I have nothing left for you or the world to take.” You left without another word leaving Chris and Emilia laying in shock.

You had gone a rampage destroying anyone who crossed your path as you walked away. This was your true power. The blood of a demon and witch. You casted a spell to stop the team from following you.

You were done hiding your true self. The town was scared seeing the heavy storm outside. They all knew it was secretly you.

‘The witch was angry!’ You had heard someone yell out as you walked far away. Somewhere were you could be alone. The woods.

Adrian had weakly made it back to town heading for the record shop. John patched up Emilia. She had cut her head when you sent her flying. “This is our fault..” Leota sighed as she patched up Chris.

Chris nodded in agreement. “She was right. I was kinda’ve an asshole to Vig.”

“Woah so you admit to being an asshole.” They all looked in shock as Adrian smiled a bit. “Surprise..” He passed out on the floor. They all raced to him helping him up.

“Holy shit..” John whispered in amazement.

Adrian awoke later patched up smiling as everyone stared down in amazement.

“Don’t tell me you all thought I died..Takes a lot more than some randoms kidnapping me.” He coughed a bit as Emilia began patching him up. “We need to get you to Y/N fast.” She began to catch him up.

“Woah...she’s really not there huh?” She nodded. “She’s sad Adrian and she’s quite literally lost it.”

Adrian nodded trying to get up. “She needs me-” “Woah dude she’s not thinking straight. She quite literally fucked up our shit who’s to say she won’t hurt you-” Chris pushed him back down stopping as Adrian pushed his arm away from him.

“I know my girlfriend. She won’t hurt me. She could never hurt anyone who doesn’t deserve it by choice. She’s just scared and hurt. I can calm her..Please guys help me get to her.”

You sat by yourself in the woods letting the dark magic destroy the trees and keeping everything else away from you. You cried as you held yourself. You were truly alone. Your aunt was right and wrong.

Mankind fears what it doesn’t understand, but the future was not worth it. You just wanted this pain to go away. Everyone was lucky you left town. You were on the verge of destroying everything around you.

You wanted too. You wanted this time to plan your revenge. You planned on finding the people who killed Adrian and going back to the town that had shunned you.You decided to meditate to help you find the people and to also escape for a bit.

You tilted your head hearing footsteps approach you. Someone was brave enough to come near you. You didn’t want to fight this person. They’d leave eventually. Your magic would push them away eventually..

Only it didn’t.

You tilted your head in confusion. Sighing you raised your hand pushing the person approaching away. They fought back. Adrian groaned a bit trying to get into the bubble you had basically wrapped yourself in.

His wounds throbbed as Chris tried to pull him back. “It’s no use dude! We can’t get in!”

“Y/N!!” Adrian yelled out for you.

You shook your head. He wasn’t really here. They were trying to stop you. Adrian forced his way inside smiling when he saw you. You raised your hands yelping as you were tackled down.

Adrian had stumbled his way to you basically falling on you. “Hi..” He mumbled out into your shoulder enveloping you in a hug. You landed softly on the ground looking at him in shock.

Your bubble fell. The storm had stopped. Everything fell silent all at once. You gripped him tightly gasping for air. Your chest was tight as your actions came back to you. You hurt your friends and hurt people. The town would’ve been probably wiped out had Adrian not gotten here.

Fresh tears welled up in your eyes as Adrian pulled back frowning when he saw the bruises on your arms and peeking a bit under your shirt.

“Who the fuck did this to you?!” He asked angrily looking at Chris.”Who the fuck attacked her?!” He snapped out as you pinched yourself making sure this was real.

It stung.

“Dude none of us hurt her! She was like that when we got to her!” Adrian glared before turning back to see you staring at him in shock trying to breathe. “You okay? The bruises don’t hurt right? I promise I will fucking kill who ever did this to you-” Adrian made a surprise noise as you jumped on him crying into him.

You didn’t really understand it, but you just were happy he was right here. Adrian clutched you tightly fisting his hand into your hair. “I got you..Y/N..Calm down now..” At his proclamation you cried harder.

Adrian sighed as you sobbed into his chest. “Calm down please.” He asked you with a small laugh as you gripped him tighter. “I hate you!” You dug your hands into his back.

“I know you do..I broke my promise.” You nodded. “Please don’t leave me..” He shook his head. “I won’t leave you.” “I’m sorry-”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I probably would’ve done worse if it was you who went missing Y/N and then I thought you died. You had a normal reaction. I will admit though it was kinda funny when the team told me you were on a rampage. I thought really? You usually are pretty good keeping your cool-”

“Because you’re here Adrian! I’m calm whenever you’re here.” You cut him off pulling away. “You’re hurt!” You gasped immediately helping him up. “We gotta get to my place! I have the herbal cream I make to heal your wounds!”

Adrian shook his head hugging you again. “I’m fine-” “No you are not! You’re bleeding! I don’t want you hurt Adrian! I don’t want to lose you and and-”

“Okay okay calm down..We’ll go okay?” You sniffled a bit. Adrian smiled a bit. He knew he probably shouldn’t feel this happy, but you really loved him. “Come on..”

Once at your house, Adrian grunted seeing the way your store was trashed. “Did the people who did this hurt you?” You nodded helping him upstairs with everyone else.

“I swear to god I will fucking kill them. I will find them and-” “I pushed them away. They’re not dead, but they are hurt.”

Adrian shook his head. “I would’ve fucking killed them. I still plan on killing them.” You sat him down grabbing your first aid kit and medicinal herbs. You sniffled as you cleaned him up applying the cream.

“You should be okay by tomorrow..” You mumbled out. The team sighed in relief. “I’m sorry everyone..I was angry and upset-”

“No you were right Y/N. It wouldn’t kill us to be nicer to Vig.” You looked down as Emilia reassuringly smiled at you. “We’re just happy you’re back.” You nodded not wanting to admit that this whole experience changed you a bit.

The fear of losing Adrian was worser than it was before. It became clear to you that you needed Adrian. Probably more than he needed you. He could soothe you in ways no one else can. “Alright we’ll give you guys some privacy.” Leota had everyone go downstairs to see what they can salvage from your shop.

Adrian leaned onto you. “Fuck me I was so fucking worried.” He grasped your face kissing you.

“When they told me what happened, I was so fucking worried. I missed you so fucking much. I was so worried when they said someone came in here and trashed your shop. I-I can’t lose you.”

Adrian kept kissing you not letting you go. You nodded quietly hugging him back. “Adrian I’m sorry..”

He chuckled, “No it’s okay..This is not good to mention but knowing you kinda lost control at just the thought of me dead gives me quite the ego boost.” You shoved him away standing up to put away your things. Adrian grabbed your hand pulling you back to him.

“Come on don’t be mad.” You sighed as he held you. “You need rest Adrian-” “So do you.” He snapped back. “Look..I know you’re upset with yourself but don’t be-”

“I lost control. I lost full control..I almost killed our friends and almost killed the town-” “But you didn’t.” “You stopped me in time..what if you hadn’t been there?”

You shook a bit in fear. “What if you actually died?” Adrian gripped you as you whimpered crying a bit. “I really can’t lose you Adrian! I really can’t!” You cried as he kissed your cheeks.

“Look I didn’t die though. You’re not gonna lose me. I’m tougher than you think dummy. Come on you’re supposed to be the smart one.” He chuckled kissing your forehead.

“I love you so much Y/N. I know even if something did happen you would’ve stopped yourself, but nothing like that is ever going to happen okay?” You nodded.

“Please don’t leave..” “I won’t..” “I don’t scare you now right-” “You don’t scare me at all.”

“I love you too..” Adrian grinned holding you tightly. “Come on pretty witch. Let’s get some rest together.” You nodded having Adrian lead you to your bedroom. Adrian shook his head seeing the bruises on you once more.

“I will fucking murder them for hurting you.” He clenched his fist tightly. “It’s okay they don’t hurt-” “No I know they do. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you.”

“I could protect myself.”

“I know you can, but they attacked you when you were vulnerable.” “They chose the wrong day to try to wreck my shop.” Adrian nodded. “And they’re not done fucking regretting going after your shop. I mean it. No one hurts you while I’m around and gets away with it.”

Adrian pulled you into him laying with you. “Okay...now sleep please.” You nodded kissing Adrian before closing your eyes. “Thank you Adrian..” Adrian smiled. He knew if the roles had been reversed...he probably would’ve reacted worse than you did.

He didn’t want to think about that though as you slept next to him. So long as he was around nothing would hurt you. The team knew this for a fact as well. You needed Adrian and Adrian needed you.

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It all tastes like poison.

Part 2.

Pairing: Homelander x fem!reader / Solider Boy x fem!reader

Plot: based on this request: “can you please write an imagine about someone who use to be with soldier boy before he "died» which left her broken, but she still worked with vought for years because she ages slower than normal and she meets homelander who she kinda falls for, but when ben comes back she gets mixed emotions till he tries to kill homelander and then she'll have to work with everyone else to get him back into the box, which she doesn't want to do. LIKE ANGST?”

warning: f-bombs, angst, mentions of character death, death, violence (man turned into slime)

Previous chapter

The love you carried for Soldier Boy and somehow never lost was a one-of-a-kind kind of love. The way he held you at night was enough to bring tears to your eyes whenever your mind went back to it. Of course, you knew that he wasn't a good person- fuck, not one Supe could consider themselves a ‘good person’ if they were being honest.

"When they created her something just went wrong.", Ben explains and Hughie peeks over at Billy. "What do you mean 'something just went wrong’ ?"

"I don't know... I think they messed the dosage of V up. They accidentally gave her too much of it. Well, I'm gonna be honest with you boys, Y/N is the one yall should be worried about. I am not joking... if she would have known that I was in the USSR- good lord. You probably wouldn't find Russia on the map today."

Billy takes a deep breath.

You turn around and stare at the ceiling. Soldier Boy is out there. Your Soldier Boy is out there- alive. And you're stuck with his cheap knockoff. It made you sick to just think about it for longer than five minutes.

"Hey!"

Black Noir, who is walking down the hallway turns around and when he makes eye contact with you he tenses up. You quickly make your way towards him, and you catch him looking up at the clock. "I know it's late, it's just I cannot sleep knowing that Ben is out there."

When you receive no response you sigh:" Don't you want to find him?" A stillness falls upon the two of you and you stare at your long-time best friend for a few moments until he shakes his head. "What do you mean 'no'? It's Ben- Soldier Boy, we are talking about! He essentially came back from the death- you're telling me that you don't you want to know what happened to him?"

At the genuine sincerity in your voice he takes a small step back and it doesn't take you more than a second to comprehend what that means. You stare at his legs for a moment before your eyes move back up. "Wait, what-?", an uneasy chuckle escapes your lips, followed by a shaky breath:" I- I don't understand. Do you k-know something that I don't know?"

Black Noir doesn't answer. Of course, he doesn't. But whenever his mouth fails, his body language takes over. And after a couple of decades of working together, he doesn't need to move much for you to know what's going on in his head.

You swallow thickly as hot tears emerge in your eyes: "Did you have something to do with his 'death'?" He stares at you. "Don't you fuck with me! Did you or did you not know what happened to him?!" Your view of the world turns blurry, but you can see the way he slowly nods his head.

A second later he drops to the floor. Dead. Turned into a puddle of slime. Without wasting another second you step over his remains and walk towards the exit.

"I'm giving her 24 hours."

Billy turns his head to look at Ben:"What did you say?"

"You heard me."

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Viral Video

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Warnings: fluff, and comedy

Plot: Matty has a crush crush and the universe listened <3

Song to listen to while reading:

It was nothing new… celebrities having crushes on each other. Ellen, for example, made a whole game out of that on her show titled ‘Who’d you rather’ and even fans were so-called ‘shipping’ cast members with each other on the internet.

So when Matthew Gray Gubler began to talk about his ‘tiny’ crush on the actress Y/N whenever interviewers asked him with whom he’d like to work with in the future, you could nearly hear the keyboards of fanfiction-writers in the distance.

Matthew had a crush on her since - well, forever, and her name (strangely enough) also happened to come up more and more afterward.

It came up so often that fans not only cached upon it rather fast but also made compilation videos titled “MGG mentioning Y/N Y/L/N during interviews like it’s a sport” or “ Y/N being mentioned by Matthew like she’s his long lost lover from before war” - never having to use the same clips twice.

She smiles, as she looks into the camera. Her arms lean on the board. “Hi, my name is Y/N Y/L/N-“, the young woman says and smiles:” And this is my autocomplete- what’s it called again?” She asks looking at the people behind the camera, acting confused, and when a voice adds:” Autocomplete interview.” She chuckles before winking at the camera:” I was joking, I wanted you to complete my sentence.”

For a while, the interview went by smoothly. After all, it was the typical kinds of questions. “How old is Y/N Y/L/N?” and “What’s Y/N Y/L/N height.”

But then the actress pulls the tape off a question that made her giggle. She licks her lips and swallows thickly. “Y/N Y/L/N Matthew Gray Gubler fan video question mark?”, Y/N reads out loud and runs a hand through her hair:” Is that even a question? Well-.”, she clears her throat:” If you are speaking about the fan videos where he mentions me, I’m fully aware of them.” She laughs:” Yes. I have seen them and yes, I would love to work with him in the future. I have been a huge fan of criminal minds, I think he’s a remarkable actor. Very, very talented.“

“Well that’s it.”, Matthew mumbles as he stares at the phone screen of his friend, he takes a deep breath and stands up. Only to let himself plunge dramatically on the couch in his trailer:” My life is over.”

Shemar Moore rolls his eyes and puts his phone away:” But maybe you’re right.”

Matthew wrinkles his forehead as he looks up at him:” I was hoping for something more supportive and enthusiastic.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise but-.”

Before he can finalize his sentence the door to the trailer opens up and Andrea enters, a shit-eating grin covers her lips:” I thought you two might wanna join me, our guest star just arrived.”

It doesn’t take long for Matthew to understand what’s going on. “No.”, he whispers, his eyes big:” No, no, no.”

“Well, yeah.”

——

“So she’s essentially going to end up being Spencer’s girlfriend.”, the director explains to the cast, Y/N stands next to him with a soft but nervous look on her face. “We don’t know how often she’s going to reappear- but after our social media team liked a couple of Y/N-related tweets, so far the fans have been going crazy.”

“Well, you’ve spoken about her often enough.”, Paget whispers and gently nudges Matthew, who simply rolls his eyes. “I’ve often enough talked about wanting more money or something like that. You’re going to tell me, that this is the moment the universe listens and responds?”

The second he meets Y/N’s eyes a blush appears on his cheeks.

Matthew who sits in his trailer nervously plays with the zipper of his hoodie. This was beyond embarrassing. It wasn’t like he talked about her very subtle….

“Is there any celebrity you would like to work with in the future?”, a voice inquires and Kirsten Vangsness chuckles. “Like on criminal minds or just in general?”, she looks past the camera towards the interviewer. “First person who comes to mind.”.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”, Matthew lets out and his eyes widen:” Was that too fast?” His friend smiles. “Oh really?”, Kirsten turns her body towards him:” I’ve never seen her in like a police-type of the show- except Brooklyn 99. But that’s not really -.”

“Not really what our show aims for.”, Matthew completes her sentence and laughs:” Well, I think she’s a great actress.”

”Like when she played alongside Ben Affleck in Gone Girl, what was her character's name again?”.

“Amy Dunne.”, Matthew says and bites his lip:” That was way too fast again. I think she’s a great actress. A lot of my friends have worked with her before and they all say she’s the nicest and sweetest person.”

“And she’s so pretty.”, Kirsten interrupts her friend:” Last year's met gala?! Hello?! That dress? Insanity.“.

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580 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

It all tastes like poison.

Part 1.

Pairing: Homelander x fem!reader / Solider Boy x fem!reader

warning: f-bombs, angst

You look over at Black Noir and slightly shake your head in defeat. You couldn't believe that you were actually here right now. After all, it was your free day.

"Stop.", Homelanders says, right after the explosion makes the screen go white, but rather of doing what he's told Deep accidentally closes the video. " Deep", the blonde man sighs:" Is there anyone else who can operate this thing? Seriously?"

You watch how the Deep's body tenses up:" Ashley thought we should get rid of most of them." The red-haired woman next to you opens her mouth to say something in return, but before she can you take a step forwards and hit the back of Deep's head. He flinches at the unexpected pain:" Ouch, what was that for?!"

"You fired them! Ashley had nothing to do with that!", you say angrily but the brown-haired man's attention is already back on the screen. "Nevermind found it!" You scoff.

Homelander puts his hand on Deep's shoulder: "Okay- stop!"

The video freezes and reveals a man. Everyone moves closer and when you observe his face your ears start ringing. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that Homelander takes a small step back. "Zoom in." You swallow thickly.

"Soldier Boy.", Homelander whispers, and your jaw drops. You stare at the screen for a brief moment before you turn around to throw up into the nearest trashcan. "That's impossible, he died like 40 years ago."

“Someone's cosplaying?"

The ringing in your eyes becomes louder with each second that's passing. "Look at his face.", the blonde guy next to you whimpers and you don't have to look at him to know he's frightened. It is radiating off of him.

"Maybe it's CGI?", the Deep asks and you crave to rip his head off.

"It isn't fucking CGI!", you hiss.

"How would you know, I- oh." His eyes widen while yours glow green for a moment. He swallows thickly.

---

"You won't leave me, r-right?"

You turn around and when you make eye contact with Homelander your gaze softens. You sigh while you walk back to him. "Just because Soldier Boy's back you won't leave me, right?"

You stare at him and a delicate smile arises on your lips. Homelander was a broken man, beyond capable of repairment- and perhaps that's what you liked so much about him. "I won't.", you declare and stroke his cheek:" You're the only one for me." But deep down you knew that was a lie and by the look on Homelander's face, you understand that he could probably smell that.

---

"Wait, what?", Hughie asks and wrinkles his eyebrows: "You're telling me you dated Miss Americana?" Soldier Boy, who is sitting across from him nods before he bites into his burger, a worried expression on his features.

"I thought you dated Countess." Soldier Boy takes a deep breath and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand:" Well, we dated for the people. Behind closed doors, it was only Y/N and I." Billy who leans back in his chair shakes his head: "Do you think that she lied?"

"Who?" "Countess. About Y/N being the only one who didn't know."

Soldier Boy chuckles at that. "What's so funny?"

"Well, let's just say that if she knew that I was imprisoned in Russia- that place wouldn't fucking exist anymore."

724 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

The golden rule

Joseph Quinn x Reader

Plot: She always disappears in the morning and Joe has no idea what to do about it.

Warnings: angsty in the beginning but then soft !!!

Song to listen to while reading:

She had one rule and it was more than straightforward. Y/N grew up surrounded by actors and actresses, people who have dominated Hollywood for decades.

"What's the golden rule, sweetheart?"

"Don't fall in love with your co-stars."', Y/N replied, and her mother smiled at her, "Exactly, it will never end well.”

And for the last ten years, she didn't break it. Not once.

But right now, with Joe’s lips directly on her neck- she couldn't think straight, let alone follow any rules. Her back was pushed against the cold door while his hand searched for the zipper of her beautiful white satin dress. They both know that she will be gone before he wakes up in the morning and he won't discuss it with her on set. He will maintain his distance- until the following episode wrap-up party takes place.

"'Are you busy right now?", a shy voice asks, and Millie, who is laying on the couch in her trailer perks up from behind the book that she’s holding in her hands. She tilts her head as she looks at him.

"What's wrong?" ,The brunette girl licks her lips and Joe begins to anxiously scratch the back of his neck: "Am I really that obvious?"

"Well, you do have those great emotional eyes.", Millie answers and Joseph chuckles softly before he walks up to his friend. For a moment they both stay silent. Millie can see how her friend is desperately searching for the right wording.

"You told me that you know- Y/N, for quite some time now, right?", he begins and swallows thickly. Millie nods:" It’s been five years, yeah. Why do you ask?"

Joe doesn't respond. Instead he runs a hand through his hair and leans back.

Her skin smelled like peaches and her hair did too. He shut his eyes as he kissed her skin dark blue.

"You two hooked up!?", Millie’s eyes widen in shock:" Are you serious? Wait what?! Was that like a one-time thing?" But he shakes his head:" How many episodes of this season did we film yet?"

"Seven." "Well, there you go."

Joe, who is walking in loops sighs and shakes his head:" I really don't get it. Why? Why is she always leaving before I get the chance to talk to her about us."

Millie looks at the ground for a few minutes, before she begins to rub the bridge of her nose:" Oh no."

“What is it?"

"It’s ‘The golden rule’ .", she says quietly and Joe crosses his arms in front of his chest as his eyebrows furrow.

"Excuse me it’s what?"

"Her mother always warned her "no matter what you do, don't ever fall in love with your co-stars.", Millie mimics her voice and Joe swallows thickly. "She probably keeps her distance to you, because she doesn't want to fall in love with you. If she hasn't already, of course."

———

Y/N who is walking towards her car yawns, this is the third time in a row that she had filmed way past midnight. She stops walking to dig through her bag for her keys.

"Don't fall in love with your co-stars, huh.", a voice unexpectedly asks and when Y/N quickly turns around she spots Joseph. The actor slowly walks towards her, frustration is flashing up in his eyes.

"Joe. You really scared me, I-. Did you say "golden rule' ? How do you-"

"Millie."

The young woman nods in realisation:" Of course. Millie. Listen, can we discuss this maybe-?

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1,507 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The look.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Plot: Billy see it again. Under odd circumstances.

Warnings: a few f bombs, mentions of murder, reader being an orphan, but no big spoilers

You had no idea how you became a part of Butcher's inner circle- his little suicidal friends group. To be completely honest, you didn't have a clue how you slipped into this kind of life in the first place.

All you knew was that Butcher could smell when someone was fueled by revenge and hatred towards a Supe. He was like a shark and you just happened to be a drop of blood in the ocean.

So once Homelander murdered your parents, it was sealed fate that your paths would eventually cross. Billy just didn't know why he felt this distinctive way about you- it wasn't comparable to the way he felt about Hughie or Frenchie. When he looked at you it felt like he looked at his daughter. Which was something he tried to suppress for months- even years. He loathed the idea of being that close to someone.

He didn't even care about himself, so why the fuck would he care about another human that wasn't Becca.

Becca. His sweet Becca. He can still remember the way he used to look at her- with so much devotion that it nearly suffocated him. Maybe that's why losing her hurt that much- he wasn't used to breathing any more.

But it was something Billy could recognize everywhere- that look. It was in the way he used to stare at Becca when they first met and now he could see it in the way Soldier Boy looked at you. It made him sick to his stomach.

"Whats your deal with that homelander guy?"

You looked up from your spot on the couch: "What?" He chuckled and you couldn't help but mimic him, even if it sounded a bit awkward. "That Homelander guy, tell me. Why do you want him dead?"

For a moment you stare at him before you put your book down. "Well.", you begin and clear your throat: "Long story short he killed my parents." The bearded man in front of you slowly nods his head: "I see. And the long version?"

"After my parents got sliced in half because Homelander 'missed' his actual target, I got put into a home. From that moment on it was one family after another.", you take a deep breath: "No one wanted to put up with a traumatized child, I guess." A silence falls upon the room.

Soldier Boy slowly nods. "Whenever I stayed with a family for more than a month I thought "maybe this is it, maybe I finally found a family"- but I just got abandoned again eventually. Sorry, this sounds super depressing."

The man in front of you chuckles again: "Don't worry, I know a thing or two about what its like to be left behind. Sucks." He leans back on the bed. "Yeah, it does.", you answer and take a deep breath.

At the sound of the keys, your heads turn. "Everything all right in here?", Billy inquires and even if that question is said to the both of you, you know he means only you- and when you nod in his direction you see how his shoulders drop. Even if it's only a bit.

His eyes roam the room and when he glances over at Ben, he can see it. That look. "Yeah.", Ben lets out and licks his lips: "We are just getting to know each other better."

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High school AU for the Sinclair brothers pt 1 (Bo Sinclair x Reader?)

Thanks to @gutdiet666 for the idea! <3

I really liked the first half of this but then again not really a fan of the end. Mainly because I was half asleep, and had no idea what I was doing. 😭

Hope yall like it!

(Reader is female, but it's not really hinted towards it)

18+?

Contains: Swearing, Sexual themes and talk of it, Reader is self-conscious of their relationship with Bo, Bo getting into a fight and getting beat up and a little hint of child abuse and neglect

Please do not proceed if any of those triggers you, thank you.

You could hear Bo's car from a mile away, the engine was loud and he always had the windows down. Either music was blasting or the car would be smelling of smoke, his hand always resting on the interior of the car. His car wasn't too shabby itself, maybe a few scratches here and there, and his car never smelled clean.

You poked your head out of your bedroom window, the day was cloudy but warm. Too warm to be wearing the jacket he was wearing around his shoulders, one of his hands was on the siring wheel while the other was resting on the gearstick. You squinted your eyes a little, while he was coming up the road fast. So fast he might have been speeding

You could see two people sitting in the back, you knew the second you saw them that they were Bo's brothers. Lester was the one sitting on the right, his head up and talking to Bo. Vincent was sitting on the opposite side, his arm up resting on the interior while his head was propped upon his palm. Vincent was always the quiet kid, he never spoke and never stepped out of line. His face was a little messed up on one side of his face, while he always seemed insecure about it and tried his best to cover it up. By either wearing a mask of some sort some days or just keeping his head most of the day. Lester on the other hand was totally the opposite, his personality was outgoing and he could never stop smiling. While he was mostly shy too, he was always shorter than the rest of his brothers, but still was so fun to chat to.

HONK!

You snapped out of your thoughts when Bo started honking the horn, his car was parked outside near the driveway. His arm sticks out the window waving for you to hurry up. You snapped your head up and flashed Bo a smile before closing the window and racing downstairs in a hurry.

"Don't forget your homework, Y/N" Your mum called out from the kitchen as she heard you running to the door, your homework was simple. Read pages 20-30 and write down any key points for the exam today, normally you always had 2 or multiple copies of your homework, Bo would never do his homework. And Lester and Vincent would try but sometimes you would point out or fix the mistakes they made, Bo always said how they don't need your help and how helping them doesn't fix the problem. But you try to at least point it out to them and give them away to fix it by themselves.

You grabbed your keys on the way out, considering how your parents would be away by the time you came back. Always working late. You swung the door open and closed it behind you, walking down the pathway and opening the gate. Bo's car parked in front of the gate, you could spot Vincent's long hair out of the window, his eyes looking at the windows of your house. "Hey, Bo" You smiled, opening the passenger side door and jumping in "Hello, Cher" The nickname made you giggle, Bo smiled and began to start the car back up. The loud engine roared to life before the car quickly took off, Bo not bothering to indicate on his way out.

♡ ♡ ♡

"Did you guys do the homework?" You said turning your head back to look at Lester and Vincent who were either really tired or really uninterested. Bo scoffed "Who really did th' homework!" Bo laughed "Vincent and I tried to read up to page 30, but we couldn't understand what we had to do" You half-smiled, you were actually panicking before you had gotten in trouble for letting them copy off you and now you were so close to getting suspended. You didn't tell any of them, and instead, you tried to brush it off.

"Ahh, it's fine you'll p'ass anyhow" Bo smirked, sometimes you had this theory that instead of Bo copying your homework he gets someone else to do it. While you have no evidence, you think it is because sometimes you'll see him, get good grades and for someone like him, it seems very suspicious.

♡ ♡ ♡

The rest of the drive was calm and nice, despite the consent smell of lingering cigarette smoke it was overall nice. You leaned back in the seat the whole way, giving glances to the backseat every now and again, Bo's hand resting on your thigh. Lester talked, he talked about maybe joining an after school club. Which you didn't mind and instead you hyped him up, in school, there were these after school activities where you could do stuff. Such as Art, Basketball, Running, Photography, Music, Acting, Science, Math, English, etc. It sounded nice and sometimes you participated in some, but never got the chance to join them fully.

Bo laughed "Oh yea? What will Ma' say?" Lester tensed "Well, I'll have to talk to her' about it" He muttered, Bo chuckled and nodded his head. "Do you know what you want to do, Les?" You said looking back at him, he smiled "I don't know yet" "But why don't you join the art club, Vin?" Lester looked over to Vincent who was in his own world, he straightened his back and quickly shook his head "Aw come on Vin" You giggled, you've seen Vincent's drawing and it was amazing. Sometimes Vincent would hide out in private areas, under stairs, in bathrooms, hallways, etc.

His art was amazing and he had a little sketchbook filled with ruff sketches and doddles. Mostly, people, some were just imaginative and some were Lester. Who always told Vincent what he wanted to look like, and they always included Jonsey by his side.

♡ ♡ ♡

Bo parked in one of the available parking spots, many students had cars. Some were beautiful and looked expensive, others were 4WD's but Bo's stood out normally with how dirty it looked. You would have to convince him to wash it soon. The school wasn't big but it wasn't small either, it was average, with different types of people and types of groups. While normally this time around with college coming up and everyone leaving soon, people were busy trying to get their grades up, wanting to make their reports better for the real world.

"What class do you have, Vin?" Lester asked turning to Vincent who has his head down "Maths" He signed, Vincent knew ASL and while he was still a beginner at it and still needed some more learning from a faraway view it looks like he was been doing it forever. His signing is either slow or fast depending on how's around him, when he's around us we can understand to some extent, but around others, he normally writes it down or one of us just says what he said.

"Aw man, I got Science," Lester said kicking the rocks under his shoe in disappointment. Vincent nodded, fiddling with his fingers. "Alrigh' yall good?" Bo asked finally locking up the car and grabbing his stuff, Bo's hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Mhm," You hummed out starting to walk to the entrance.

♡ ♡ ♡

Bo opened the door, his arm resting around you. He looked down watching you as you slowly walk down the busy hallway. "You okay?" Bo asked, his eyes watching your head look up and meet his "Yeah I'm fine, why?" "You just seemed sad is all". The hallway was crowded, the voices of people and the sliding of their feet along the floor, the place was brightly light and you almost had to squint trying to look up at the bright lights. Some people turned to look at us as we enter, others concentrated on what they were doing to notice us.

"What class do you have?" You asked Bo, slightly pressing your body more into his as you tried to dodge the others standing around. Bo thought for a second "English, fuck I hate tha' subject" He spat out, I mean Bo rarely listened in class and if he did it normally flew right past him.

"Heh, same" You smiled, locking hands with his.

♡ ♡ ♡

You split up with Bo and the others for a second, having to go a different way to get to your locker. Reaching your locker you put in the code and swing open the door, your locker wasn't the cleanest or most organised, but you didn't care considering that other people probably have it worse. You throw in your bag, some books and your lunch before slamming it shut and locking it up.

"Hey, Y/N" You turned around to hear the voice of your best friend, Alice. "Hi, Alice" You smiled, tucking your phone into your pocket. "So did you want to hang out after school?" "I have this amazing place we can hang" Alice was nice and always wanted to hang with you, such as going to movies after school or eating somewhere else. "Depends what I'm doing" She nodded "Well I was thinking maybe you wanted to get something to eat, maybe go shopping?" The sound of shopping made you pounder, you loved going shopping with her, just trying on clothes and doing random stuff. "Sure, sounds fun"

You started to follow her down the halls, and she continued talking about her plans for this weekend. Apparently, word broke out about a party happening on Saturday, she explained how awesome it was going to be and to be honest it sounded exciting. "You wanna go as buddies?" You sighed "Come on, please, please!!" She begged, her hands cupped together as she waved them back in forth. "Maybe..." You laughed at her "Depends if I'm allowed" "Well maybe you could go with me and my boyfriend then" Oh yeah her boyfriend, Damian. Nice enough dude, handsome looking, always slick back hair and having different lengthed socks.

You laugh "I can't believe you are still with that guy" She rolled her eyes, her boyfriend would tease her a lot. Maybe it was a playful matter, it was serious you still couldn't get over the size difference between the two and how much they don't have in common. "He's so hot and you know..." She playfully hit my shoulder, whispering into my ear "We nearly got down to doing it last night" Your eyes widen and she smiled, almost like she accomplished the biggest thing in the world.

"Wow-" You took a second to register "Lucky" Bo and you never have gotten to that part of a relationship, sure there would be times he'd kiss you. Sucking on your mouth as his tongue dances with yours, but that's about it. You'd make out and maybe some sexual touches here and there, but nothing else. "Mhm" She hummed, you looked down and started to question your relationship with Bo.

Was sex essential for every good working relationship?

♡ ♡ ♡

Of course, you knew the answer and it was no. Not every relationship needed sex to succeed and nowadays every teenager around you was blooming and spreading the word about how amazing it was and felt. You were still a virgin and the more you looked at Bo and thought about him the more you pondered over the thought of if you weren't his first and wasn't going to be his last.

So much so that you didn't even concentrate in class, too much was running through your head and now you felt stuck. Looking up at the board, the teacher was teaching and going over the questions from the exam, explaining them in detail. The book in front of you was blank and your mind was scattered with questions.

"Do you have any thoughts on that question, anyone?" The teacher asked the class, there was silence. "Alright moving on!" You sighed, leaning back into the plastic chair and taking a deep breath. This was gonna be one long period.

♡ ♡ ♡

Part two

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Nekoma!Manager!Male!Reader

a/n: never written male reader before but this was a funny request and i really do see the irony in this

anon request:

absolutely LOVED your seijoh hcs! you said you wanted to do the other schools so i thought, how about nekoma but with a MALE manager bc it would be so ironic to have a male god as their manager rather than a goddess that they always talked about!! thank youuuuuuu!!!!!!!

yall the nekoma fanchant is literally stuck in my head

hehe uwu lets step on the pedal

ong jesus take the wheel pls

so basically,,,

being the nekoma manager is a MESS

lets say youre a second year and was only the manager bc you were begged into taking the job

like wouldnt leave you alone and pestered you 25/8, screaming about needing their own god manager

also just because, you are fairly popular and you have your own fanclub of girls in nekoma and they thought it would give them more exposure and more chances w girls :’)

tora was actually the first who came up to you and begged you to be their manager during class one day bc they are in need of one but they arent allowed to have a girl manager so he turned to having a handsome male

‘I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY IT HAS TO BE A BOY’

‘so you wont be all over him abd be distracted w showing off’

‘WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION MY SE-’

‘tora, please’

initially, you refused bc you just couldnt be bothered to be part of a club where you basically babysit a bunch of overgrown children

but kenma, your childhood friend, was the team’s last attempt to get you in since kuroo mentioned that he was the only one you listened to

‘kenma, babie, i love you, but i am your friend, not your nanny. so unless i am paid, i will not waste my time taking care of of all of you. especially that chicken head’

‘y/n, yaku is on his last leg here. we really need a manager and we need it fast’

‘you went for years without one so why do you need it?’

‘we’re scared that nekomata would just drop dead any minute now’

‘yanno? im surprised hes even still alive with yall’

‘....... ill show your fangirls that picture of you when we were 5 when-’

‘okay, kenma. rude about the blackmail but okay. dont expect me to be the maid or anything’

nope, you were actually the maid

and the cook

and the nanny

and the laundry person

the everything

it baffles you that kuroo is about to graduate next year yet he still doesnt know the difference between fabric softener and detergent

the amount of times you sent him to pick up more and only to send him back when he ended up buying 2 softeners or 2 detergents

‘they all look the same!’

‘kuroo tetsuro cAN yOu NoT rEAd?!’

ngl i still mix them up sometimes

during matches, youre basically their mother, their nanny, and nekomata’s notetaker, and their personal cheerleader

naoi, the other coach guy, and coach nekomata has adopted you as a son bc of how hard you work and the less the burden is on them

like your notes about their playing percentages really works and helps them and added with the chores you do for the team?

godsend

also, lets put your popularity in here

you dress with a white shirt and zip up your red nekoma jacket with your red sweatpants so you look like one of the players, right?

but how come every time they have practice, youre the only one with the fangirls in the bleachers?

youre literally wearing the same thing as them yet youre the only one who gets looked at?!

even kuroo, who was quite good looking, doesnt have that many girls pining after him yet you, resident anti-tryhard, seems to get the female population to fall for you just by doing the simplest things like breathing

youd be doing normal things like using your whistle as you hold a clipboard and girls would be screeching at you

‘omg m/n is so hot!’

‘hes just !!!! uuggghhhh’

‘siri how to be a whistle?’

i am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the gym today

tora complains about it all the time bc first, they cant have a beautiful manager, two, they have a pretty boy who’s taking the attention away

‘SO NOT FAIR! M/N, TURN UGLY!’

you bonk him on the head in anger and threaten to quit all the time

‘say that again and you’ll be filling your own water bottles tomorrow’

but in truth though, the guys really do appreciate you and everything you do

they know that you balance them with your personal life and classes and still make time to do their laundry and make them food

so they have started easing off the burden and weight off of your shoulders

at first, you were very suspicious when they told you that they already filled their water bottles

‘huh? i didnt think you even knew where the water fountain was’

‘wym weve been doing this for years’

-kuroo

then, you heard kuroo tell the others to put their sweaty jerseys in the basket in the corner of the room and for the last person to carry it to the laundromat

‘um, sir, we dont want to have another pink jersey disaster again’

you stopped inuoka from lugging the basket but he shook his head and gave you a wide grin

‘nope, m/n-senpai! i’ll carry it for you! i’m strong, see?’

he flexed his right arm muscle while holding the basket with one hand but it was too heavy so it fell to the ground, spilling out all the practice jerseys

you sighed before bending down to pick them up and babie inuoka’s eyes watered, thinking you were mad at him

‘gomen, senpai’

he whispered but you looked up at him from your position

his watery eyes made you frantically stand up and wipe his tears with the pads of your thumbs

‘inu-kun, why are you crying? you said you were strong right? dont cry over silly things, okay?’

he nodded and you were still confused as to why he was so emotional but you patted his fluffy hair

‘now cmon, lets go take these to the shop’

unbeknownst to you, the team was actually seething from behind the wall

naturally, as a,,, manager,, you became their,,, energy??

like the slightest affections from you made their health bar increase tenfold and they didnt necessarily have any intentions towards you

you were like,,, their own,,,, happy drug?? like a human seratonin??

just the fact that they had someone like you to fall back on and give them love when they lost or something

it was comforting

usually it was just the team’s responsibility to throw away their own sadness and comfort each other

but with you,,,

they could easily cry with no fear and you would comfort them until they didnt need to be comforted anymore

eventually, they ended up straight out competing against each other on who would get the most affection

clearly, inuoka used his first year card and everyone knew you were soft for your kouhais

like you would just grab them and hug them because of how cute they were

uwu especially lev?!

he may be a giant but hes just a really REALLY REALLY BIG CAT

;)

LEV LIVES TO HUG YOU

like the mans is beanstalk level of height and despite the age difference, he just picks you up and cuddles you and youre just like ‘okay, let it out babie’

DKSFJSLD ANYWAYS

you are always a hot topic w all the students in nekoma and even some in other schools

like during training camp, bro you making everyone question their sexuality

omg akaashi and you are probably the prettiest people there and can i just say how everyone cant focus on a practice match bc youd be laughing together or something and they havent heard anything so beautiful??

and the kitties get really defensive over you and hiss at anyone who even tries to approach you

hiss hiss

DKJFSLKDFJDWHAT IF EVERYONE IN THE TEAM IS BI

OMG WHAT

like the little touches from you make them so red and confident gays like kuroo and bokuto call you out on them and tease you

while the quiet ones like akaashi and kenma are just blushing and stutter and you tease them instead?

*inhale* BOI *exhale*

the uke and seme dynamic is real on this one

however, there are times when the turned tables

there was that one day that you were seriously questioning if bokuto wore leggings or just really high knee pads and you cornered him after baths to just figure it out

like our poor confident boi turned to a shy babie and shrunk against the wall, covering his red face

‘y-y/n-kun’

‘bo-san, i just want to know’

DKFSJLKDFJFJSDKIM DYING OVER HERE LIKE PLEASE I DONT OWN Y/N

after seeing the smidge of skin at the top of the kneepad, you nodded and brushed your fingertips over the flesh

‘hmm~ so i was right~’

FROM THEN ON POOR BABIE OWL COULDNT LOOK AT YOU THE SAME!!!!!!

it worried everyone so much when bokuto would glance at you in the sidelines and he would competely miss akaashi’s set bc his eyes would focus on you rather than the ball

like he absolutely couldnt take his eyes off of you and when you do turn to meet his eyes, he shrinks back and looks away, completely missing your amused smirk

now, your kitties werent happy about that

theyre very protective of you and they felt that this owl could snatch you right up and fly away

and kuroo, being the captain and the head of the familia, took it upon himself and dragged you to the back of the gym while the others were practicing

kurat pushed you against the wall and basically kabedonned you

KUROO IS LIKE 6′2 OR 190 CM I CANT

‘you seem close with bokuto, l/n. almost, too,, close’

an amused smirk etched itself on your lips and you pressed a hand on his chest

‘oya~? captain-san, am i being punished?’

SFDKLFSJKLDFJL SIR Y/N IS SUPPOSED TO RADIATE SEME ENERGY BUT HE ISNT AND I CANNOT-

ofc he was taken aback by your flirty attitude but he smirked and softly brushed away your bangs that slightly covered your eyes

‘hmm~~ depends, y/n-kun. are you going to be a good kitty and stay with the clowder? or are you going to stay with those pesky chickens~?’

DKFLSJDKFJSL BRO DID YOU KNOW A GROUP OF CATS IS CALLED A CLOWDER?! I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THAT BUT I HAVE A FEELING KUROO WOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT BC HE BIG BRAIN

you chuckled and gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders

but your hand grabbed the hair at the back of his head and harshly pulled him to be closer to you

your eyes blinked innocently but your sharp teeth were shown from your malicious grin

‘ive always been a bad kitty, captain. so i dont care what you say because you cant tell me what to do~’

👀👀👀👀

imagine what happens next bc i cant write something unholy

anyways

so you learned that tetsu CAN in fact tell you what to do and you avoided everyone else which caused them to wonder but one look at your neck

well,,,,,

you got attacked by a cat

a cat named tetsu

SKDFLJSDKFJSLKUROO IS THE ONLY SEME YOU CLASH WITH

THE OTHERS ARE ALL UKE

EVEN BEEFY BUFF CAKE BOI BO

but you toned it down to not be attacked again

ngl the whole team was all jealous and they even whined to kuroo about it

‘thats not fair!!!!’

‘stop abusing your role as captain!!!!’

they hated the fact that kuroo got you first so they all rally over to keep you away from him

like baby kenma would nudge you over and bring him to sit next to you, saying he needs you to help him with a certain level

‘kenny, im not sure how to play this game’

‘hmm,,,, youre a quick learner, y/n, and youre really quick with your fingers so you could pass to the next level’

*insert lenny face*

‘oya? and you would know how, kenny?’

and baby kenny would fluster a little before glomping to your side and burying his face into your shoulder to hide away

the first years would absolutely use their kouhai priviledges and bring you over to help them with ‘homework’

‘you guys realize i passed because kuroo would beat me into studying right?’

‘but senpai! you mustve learned a thing or two in your classes!’

‘bold of you to assume i was even awake in my classes’

but they still make you spend hours trying to help them which turn into just messing around

KSDLFJSDKFJD MOVIE NIGHTS YOU GUYS THATS IT!!

there isnt really a single calm moment in your guys’ practice

poor you have already started seeing lot of gray hairs

you literally decline every single confession just because youre too busy for a date and you cant handle having to take care of another person

its like youre dating the whole team!!

soon the entire school have just accepted the fact that you are just simply not in the market anymore just because you joined the club

not because youre actually taken by a girlfriend but youre taken by a bunch of teenage males

imagine how that works out

anyways

youre not really the best volleyball player out there but you know a thing or two

well,,, its more like your stamina doesnt allow you to play long bc a single lap literally destroys your lungs

but you still know when yaku complains about having a shaky receive

‘oh, momo-senpai, youre bending your knees too low so gravity is pushing down on your-’

ugh chemistry i hate it

despite your lack of athletic or physical skills, they still appreciate you for your keen eyes, your caring nature, and your overall looks that give them motivation to play harder to impress you personality :)

all the boys love you

and tbh

you love your boys too

even though it was a blackmail caused event,

you still would’ve joined otherwise

this is kinda short but its going to be longer if i find some plots or somebody asks for a plotline that i can write about for a long time

anyways

byeeeee :)))))

a/n: this isnt exactly the best manager one ive written but ill probably find a good prompt for this or again as stated ^^ someone sends in an ask for it and ill write a story for our favorite male manager :’D

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florencewritez · 4 years

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The cycle

AN: hope yall doing good, i am tired and listenting to kids by mgmt and only kids by mgmt.

WC: 1543 Words

WARNINGS: lowkey toxic relationship but lowkey the point. alexs jumper gets ruined

"I can't wait to do this again." That's what he'd said the last time we broke up, messing with his hair and casually scrolling through his Instagram. I'd rolled my eyes at the time, saying it was the last time he'd ever see me long enough to say a word to my face. He didn't even look up from a screenshot of a football match, barely even hummed.

At the time, I'd believed my words, pushing past a very confused Alex holding two cups of tea, mumbling an apology before I slammed the front door closed and fell to my knees crying. I hadn't stopped crying till a deliveroo driver had to awkwardly sidestep past me and asked if I was waiting for the food. The taxi drive home had been silent, only noises being my sniffles and incessant typing on my phone.

Y/n: I broke up with George for real this time.

Will: You always say that

Will: By the way did you spill tea on Alex? He's very upset about some expensive hoodie being stained or something

At the time I'd left Will on read, sending Alex a half hearted apology with a few hearts and clicking off my phone. It was then the taxi man turned in his seat and asked if I had had a rough day. I just nodded back, sniffing extra loud for dramatic effect. Yes, I had the worst rough day ever. First, George forgot we had a date, again, and I had to go to his flat to remind him. Then it turned out he'd forgotten to book the damn restaurant and we had to just go back and order takeout. It started with a simple comment of "Maybe we'd be eating actual Italian food and not fucking dominos if someone had remembered to book the restaurant," and spiraled into an extremely heated and quick argument that I can't remember half of. It was just spitting words in each other's faces, not meaning any of them, a crappy movie playing in the back. At one point, Alex came home and attempted to solve things with reason. Of course, such things aren't welcome during stupid fights and he quickly made himself busy with 'editing' in his bedroom.

By the time I'd stumbled in my apartment door, giving a half assed explanation to my very stoned roommate, the idea it was over cemented itself in my head. This time, I'd told myself, biting my lip till it bled, this time I'm not going back.

Easier said than done considering we're in the same friend group and have to consistently film together.

James: Hey y/n, Will wanted me to ask you to come over to his today to film if you're free

Y/n: Yeah I'm free. What's he need me for?

James: Probably a reddit video knowing him though the fact he asked all of us over is a bit suspicious, not to mention he made me text you instead of doing it himself

Y/n: What do you mean he asked everyone over?

James: Haven't you seen the groupchat? Alex, George and Mia said he asked them too. Knowing Will he'll need us for two minutes and then abandon us to edit or something

Y/n: Oh how lovely :)

And now I was here, sitting on Wills couch in between a very scared looking Alex and my ex of two days, listening to Will explain his video idea in great detail. I wish I could lie and say I was listening ever so carefully and definitely not hyper focusing on how George's fingers kept brushing against me accidentally as he moved to drink, wasn't taking notice of ever slight movement of his leg, inching ever so closer to mine. Every so often I'd dare flicker my eyes to his, always at the exact moment he happened to be looking my way. I'd just stick with Mia I told myself, hand curling into a tight fist and gulping, Mia would understand.

"Right so I'm going to film quickly with Mia first because she has to mind her nephew later, can't be late. Shouldn't be too long though so no one get any ideas and leave," Will announced, stating a wiggly Alex down at the last part. Mia stood up, saying she was fine with that. I gave her a pleading look, begging her to stay, to make an excuse and make someone, anyone else, go first. She only gave me a guilty smile back, following Will up the stairs, patting the watch on her wrist. Of course Will chose to film the one day Mia wasn't free for the day.

As soon as they were gone, Alex and James shared a look and quickly excused themselves to the kitchen, Alex nearly tripping over himself as he scurried away. Great friends I have.

For a moment, an awkward silence filled the air, heavier than any scientist thought possible. I gulped and tried to subtly move to where Alex had been sat before but only managed to make a disgustingly loud noise as the leather squelched under me. Curse the summer heat and it's strange sweat noises.

George looked at me properly for the first time, stupidly perfect blue eyes settling carefully on mine. "You look nice."

I squirmed. "Thanks. New skirt."

"Yeah I know, I bought it for you last week." Ouch. I physically cringed and heard George sigh beside me. "Can we talk?"

Crap, the true signal the cycle wasn't over yet. There was always the beginning, crazy and wild and perfect, the pinnacle of a young couple in love in the city. Then came the coziness, nights out turning into nights in and bars turning into movie nights. After that came the fizzle down period, usually lasting for about two weeks before one of us snapped and said it was over. A week later, someone would say can we talk then two minutes later it was back to heavy making out and laughter as the cycle begun again.

Of course this time would be no different, what was two days ago me thinking? This thing with me and George had been going on for nearly three years now, pissing off friends and fans alike with our mysterious relationship status. Still, it suited us pretty well huh?

So, I let out a breathe and nodded, curling my legs under me as I turned to face him.

"Okay fine," I agreed, resting my hand on the couch just near enough his for him to notice. "But only if we take it seriously this time."

He nodded, smiling softly for the first time I'd seen that day, lips turning up at the end and my stomach went all dopey, any hesitation melting away. He'd always have that effect on me it seemed.

"I'm sorry for forgetting about our date, I've just been pretty stressed lately with my upload schedule and stuff and it slipped my mind. It won't happen again." Of course it won't. Every-time we broke up, we never repeated the mistake again. Maybe one day, we'd run out of mistakes to make and things would be the perfect couple we wanted to be.

"And I promise I'll be more reasonable next time something upsets me. We should have mature conversations about stuff like this, like normal couples do." And I would if it meant never feeling that strange tightness that had filled me the past two days without him. One day, we'd get it right, I was sure.

"So does that me-" I cut him off with a quick peck to the lips, laughing when his eyes widened.

"Will you be my boyfriend George?" He didn't reply and only repeated my peck, my hands coming to rest in his hair as I deepened it to something more. "Do you think we'll actually make it to the end?" I asked between kisses, mumbling dangerously close to his lips, having swung my legs over his already.

"Jesus Y/n we haven't even been dating for two minutes yet, might be regretting my decision already." I chuckled, knowing that was his off handed way of saying 'yes of course'. I leaned back in, feeling his hands pull my waist closer before we heard an extremely loud sigh.

"Right next time you break up, wait until I put on something cheap yeah?" Alex groaned, turning back around and walking straight back into the kitchen, carrying two cups of tea again.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing, leaning my for head against George's and relishing in the warmth that came with the contact.

"You know there's a new club open near here. We could go later?" His hands somehow found themselves intertwined with me. It was the same thing over and over again, the same old cycle.

I smiled. "My roommates gone for the night, you can stay at mine after."

It was the same cycle over and over and I lived for it, every part of it. One day, we'll get it right and maybe most of the excitement comes from wondering it this is the time we do everything perfectly. A spark in his eyes reminds me I won't care anyways.

I'm addicted to the cycle as long as it's with him.

#memeulous #memeule #george memeulous #eboys #eboys one shot #eboys x reader #imallexx #alex elmslie #willne #james marriott #george memeulous x reader #memeulous x reader #fanfiction #x reader #short #flowritez

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tillmays · 4 years

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Is just her. II

Riley was on her element, she liked to play, and she knew he liked it too.

so tell me mr.groom, why are you the way you are?

James- well is not that easy to tell.

Riley- you know, is so easy to talk to stranger.

james- is it?

Riley- fine let's make it a little loosely. she she reclines on the sofa, spreading her long legs making the dress fall between them, putting an arm behind the backrest, the lights in the room were off there were only two lamps on, and she was illuminated by the light that came through the large window. - i will ask you something and you will answer exactly how you're feeling i will go first, bored or.. she made a pause and she did a little flicker and raised her eyebrow, make a grimace with her lip and said very slowly - eager?

James- he shrugged his eyes and just saw her. his eyes speak with a desire for her, you know that when a man sees you that way it means that there is only one thought in his mind only the idea of not being able to touch you kills him inside, he said in a very deep and penetrating voice -eager.

Riley- what's wrong Mr.groom you wanna dick me down? *in this hot way he smiled and laughed softly*

James- haha you're very funny, i like that, but you know that i can't.. if i had met you 3 hours ago when i wasn't married, you wouldn't be sitting on that sofa

I'm not going to lie, that made her feel excited, and she was intrigued to see what could happen but as I said she likes to play. Riley- you know, some of your friends call you the christian grey.. and you forgot to ask, it your turn. *she said sarcastic making a little joke referring of what Bozer said earlier obviously he didn't know but it didn't matter*

James- what.. ahaha i didn't know you knew my friends... and no i didn't forget, was thinking for the right question to ask.. with company or lonely.

Riley- lonely. sad or tired? he stared, didn't said nothing for a minute looking at her straight in the eyes, james felt those words really heavy he knew somehow that she felt the same way.

james was with his hand holding his jaw and his fingers over his lips said -you know is both. he sighted- you know i feel i can trust you but at the same time i know you don't care but at the same time you do so.. i this point i don't really care what happens to that man.*he started to tell her about his dad, his work, everything he even told her the name of the person who was going to buy the uranium and what was the business of this person* Riley mumbled very quietly and said- Mac listen. Mac answered. Mac- yeah i heard it all of it, bozer we are ready. Bozer was in the bathroom with the laptop of Riley working on helping mac. desi was waiting for Mr.Oliver to make a move.

James- well it's your turn to tell me something now. what about you, why are you the way you are?

Riley could breath now, cause the team knew what to do now, after hearing what james just confessed about these mens she just needed to keep him distracted so he wouldn't suspect about her.

Riley- oh come on dude, accept the mystery.

James- no no is your turn. what are you broken?

Riley wanted to tease him a little more, she lay down on the sofa and slid a little accommodating her body in a tempting way, she was looking at the ceiling and at the night sky thru the window.

James- girl.. you are deadly.. *She smiled*

Riley- i’m the whole package baby: chaotic, neurotic, erotic

Riley- i was very young and all alone. *riley looked at him and told him some thing about her not the undercover girl, she didn't lie she felt like she didn't have to, that night the two of them opened to a complete stranger and they created their own safe space. he walked to her way, he sat next to her, Riley got up and put her head on his legs, He played with her hair, they kept that energy for 5 minutes. they stayed in silence because sometimes it feels better not to talk. at all.

Riley finally said something, started thinking out loud. - “I wonder what’s wrong with me. Sometimes I just keep wanting to go deeper and deeper into the world of self-destruction. As if I want to see myself fail completely and disappear.”

they looked at eachother, James couldn't take it anymore, he asked.-can i kiss you? Riley just nodded. he grabbed her face and kissed her very slowly. that was a very hot kiss. the only thought of Riley was “maybe i teased him a little too much” Riley said to him- we have to be careful, we can't fall in love. Riley was hearing everything that was going on with the team they got the uranium got the buyer but Oliver was still trying to escape. james heard gunshots. and told Riley to stay there. he went outside and saw everybody running in every direction, he saw his dad with a gun and all of his bodyguards with him, he confronted him told him everything, the way he was feeling, and it was time for him to give himself up.

Mac and Riley

Riley got out the room after james left, she took a a shortcut to get there before him and without him seeing her, she saw Mac and when runnin to him and grabbed her laptop. Riley and Mac when running to the along the side of the castle on a path that led to the large flower-filled garden.

Mac- Riley go to the back and get inside and grab the package,

Riley- okay, i already sent the whole information to matty.

Mac- uh that was fast. *they were standing under the frame of that entrance to the garden. - hey be careful when you get inside, and don’t lose the package, or matty will kill us.. *mac was making the smoke bomb with the thinks he found there* well gotta go.*he went running*

Riley- mac.. * he turned around and went back to her* yeah it’s something wrong? *Mac looked concerned and his eyes started to shine a little from the party lights that were outside, Riley just got lost in them and hold onto the words she was thinking of saying to him, put decided it was better not to.

Riley- nothing, just be safe.. *she gave him a little sad smile*

Mac- yeah don’t worry.. we got this.

Mac and Desi were there, Mac dropped a bomb of smoke to make the bodyguards move Desi and Mac beat them down and there was just Oliver and his son James.. it was the end in their relationship.

james- you know i'm going to leave Chloe, since it was just for your business and that doesn't matter anymore. you can take him now. *Desi put the handcuffs on him* james went running back to the bedroom but riley wasn't there anymore he looked outside and there she was sitting on the steps of the backyard.

James- hey..

Riley looked back and kept smoking her cigarette, she took the bottle of whisky and to glasses. James sat at her side, she served the two shots of whiskey

James- So what’s next?

Riley- You heal. You grow. And you help others.

James- you know the whole night you have been a tormenting vision.

Riley sipped her drink. -you didn't disappoint me either.

James- hahaaha and there is she. i love how you are flirting with a tiny halo on.

back with the guys.

Mac- hey boz, it's time to go you’re ready? where's Riley?

Bozer- she's talking with james, the groom, i think someone ended winning today hu?

Mac just looked J- E -A -L-O-U-S but obviously he kept telling himself that he didn't understand that feeling, he looked at them thru the door that was open. - yeah i guess... *mac putted back his communicator to see if he could hear them, Riley had not taken off hers. mac was listening.

Riley saw that the boys were ready to go.

Bozer yelled, -Riley! we are ready when you're ready!

James- so that's your name.. Riley..

Riley- don't wear it out.

James- well i see you have to go. i'm gonna miss our conversations, your a wonderful woman.

Riley- me too. i hope you find the happiness you've been pretending to have.

they said cheers to that and was the last drink.

James- i hope we can meet again.

Riley- meet me in my dreams tonight and stay there for a while.

they gave a last kiss. you know what kind of kiss those that are late at night slow hot and spicy and teasing, mac saw them he just turned around when to wait for her at the car.

the jet talks, on their way home.

Desi- Riley i gotta said i'm surprised, you literally stole the groom!

Bozer laughed, - hahaha girl she got you there.

Riley- oh come on, i know yall were listening, and it was more than obvious that he was going to divorce that girl, he texted me and told me that they already are going to be filing the divorce papers. they were married like 4 hours at a fake wedding. They never really got married was all done by his father he wanted to use them to make more money..

Bozer- wait you have his number?

Riley- and? what about it?

Mac was just listening. he didn't understand why he was feeling that way. Mac changed the subject and said,- well i'm glad we could stop oliver and the whole clan of the guy who was going to buy it, thanks to Riley for making james speak to us about it.

Riley- what can i say i have my ways.

Bozer- im gonna miss this, i gotta say its gonna be weird when your gone.

Riley- dont think about it now, relax, that this is loong flight way home.

Rileys head.

Riley was still thinking of that moment between mac and her. she didn’t know what to do with her thoughts, they were loud way to loud to be about him, not Mac, hes a friend just a good friend from work… i mean we were pretending, if we hadn’t done that we could have been caught, but we could have thought of something different but maybe it was just the moment, did i like it? or is just my fucking mind making tricks on me..? but it was dreamy.. Did i love a dream? maybe i’m just tired. *she put her headphones and reclined to be more comfortable, when i message popped up it was james, she smiled* ahh finally something i can distracted myself on. *Mac saw her smile like that and here was that weird feeling again, he was wondering what or who could make her smile like that.

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if you catched the quote of “Daul Kim, from I Like to Fork Myself “

Photo of the sky by KizanokZ .

oh and for the ones that were wondering and asking me for the hairstyle that i wrote for Riley it was this one.

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Friends to lover, on the beach

Jimin invited you for a week on an paradisiac island. On the first day, something happened that leads him to commits himself.

(Sorry the gif doesn't fit, it doesn't look "polished". But after my 5th attempt to upload it, when it finally worked, I deckded to let it intact...)

Wc. 5236

Well yall, it's a smut, a romantic smut.

«Come on baby, don’t be shy… I want to bury my dick between your boobs, what’s wrong with that» the stranger says.

«Leave me the fuck alone» you answer harshly.

«I bet that pretty mouth of yours would do an amazing job too… don’t play hard to get. Come on». The man was playing with your nerves.

What a horrible way to start your sejour at the beach! Your friend Jimin came here last year, claimed that it was the most beautiful place he visited with his band. He kept telling you how clear is the water, how white is the sand. You just arrived a few hours ago and as soon as you entered your room, you changed onto your sportswear to go for a little jogging on the beach. Jimin was so tired, he fell asleep as you were waiting for your luggages in the room. You should have waited for him to wake up and come here accompanied. But you were too eager to jog on the beach and he was so pretty, sleeping like the angel he is. You didn’t want to wake him up.

Why did you follow this little path? Why haven’t you stayed on the beach shore? You didn’t expect to meet that stupid man along the way, that’s for sure. As far as you look, you cannot see somebody around to help you out. Although it’s kind of scaring you, you will have to take care of the situation all by yourself. Can you handle him?

«Leave me alone. My boyfriend will be very mad at you if he hears you talk to me like that».

«Nah, I’m sure you don’t have one. You are too arrogant to have a man. No one can handle a foul mouthed like yours. Plus, I didn’t expect you to lie to me like that on our first and only date. Yes, I have to take the plane tomorrow, how sad. It’s your only chance to have me for yourself. Come on, I will let you suck me all you want… I can see how badly you want it».

The thought of him following you from the hotel to here scared the shit out of you. What is he capable of? You have no idea!

«I said leave me alone. I don’t want you. Go wank wherever you want man, but leave me alone».

Then unexpectedly, Jimin’s soft voice came from behind the man. You look above the stranger’s shoulder and see him coming to the rescue. Your friend was beautiful. Even in that very moment, you can’t help yourself but to witness his unbelieving beauty.

«Hey Jagi, there you are. Why haven’t you wait for me? I told you I wanted to jog with you» he took your hand and kissed your palm as soon as he was by your side.

«Sorry my love» you answer fastly playing the game, «I wanted to let you sleep» and facing the aggressive stranger you said “See? I told you I had a boyfriend. Now leave me alone you bastard».

«Man you’re a lucky one» he told Jiminie, «You must have a lot of fun with a girl shaped like that».

«I can’t complain man, I can’t complain. My girl is talented. Now if you excuse us, we will go for our jogging». He said, blinking at the stranger.

What the hell is he saying? You don’t have time to think about it, he places his hand on your lower back and guides you out of sight of the stranger.

«Just play the game», he murmures. You both jog in silence for a couple of minutes and when the path opens on the beach and the view is clear, you stop. Damn, you went far.

«Are you ok y/n? Did he hurt or touch you?» is the first thing your savior amiably asks you. «No, he didn’t. Thank you so much for saving me. I will be forever grateful for that» you stated as you glued yourself against him.

«I am sorry for the way I talked in front of you» he says, frowning his eyes and caressing your hair gently.

«I hope you are. You told him we have sex when clearly we have not» you snapped.

«Well, I let him believed I was having… well… fun… with you. In my defense, I thought it was the only vocabulary this man would have understand. I thought it would be easier to just pretend whatever he implied and leave». He is so cute, trying to justify his behavior. So cute and sexy at the same time with those shorts that shows his thighs. You have always loved his delicate but defined body shape. His cute, baby face but his manly shape.

«You’re right, he’s not the kind of man you want to provoke. You had the perfect attitude. Thank you so much. For a split second I was scared. I was ready to fight before you saved me».

«Hey, don’t panic but he’s there, he’s jogging. We will just pretend that we stop to talk before we return to the hotel».

You lift your chin up to look into Jimin’s eyes, unsure on how you should react. He was really stunning. A beautiful man, no doubt. «He’s close now, don’t look back. Just follow my lead ok?». You nod. Jimin is not very imposing physically, he’s not super tall or super muscular and scary. But nevertheless, you know he will protect you from the arrogant man. You are certain of that.

«Am I interrupting something» you hear the man ask, not so far from you anymore.

«Yes bastard» you answered, cocky since you know you are protected now. «Go, NOW. Leave us the fuck alone» you barked.

«Your girlfriend needs to be tamed» he says to Jimin. «You should make her shut that mouth, man if you know what I mean» he chortled.

«Yes, I will take care of that. Come on baby, let’s go to the hotel, you need a lesson». You don’t know how to react. Nobody ever talked to you like that and even though Jimin is just acting, it’s still disturbing to hear him say this. You decide that you won’t say anything and start to walk towards the hotel.

After a dozen steps, you feel Jimin’s hand in yours, soft and warm. He made sure that the stranger disappeared before you enter in lobby of the hotel, still holding hands. You just realised now that you never broke this contact with him, as you silently walked. Strangely, you were comfortable. Jimin and you cuddle from time to time but you never hold hands together. Not that you didn’t feel good with him, just because the opportunity never really presented itself. You wish you had a better reason to do it today.

For your first ever trip together, you and Jimin decided to take seperates rooms that can communicate together. This way, it will be easy to talk late at night without having to go in the hallway and also, you keep your privacy. You both enter his room and as soon as the doors closed, he says: «If you don’t mind I need a shower. I guess you too, after your jogging. Let’s meet up in an hour so we can go take diner together». It was not a question or an offer. It was an order. He was not only angry, he was furious.

«Jimin, my little mochi, are you mad at me?» you tried to lighten the atmosphere, showing off your cutest smile.

«Absolutely not. See you in an hour» he says between his clenched teeth. You couldn’t add anything, he slams the door right in your face. «What is wrong with you Park Jimin» you murmur. «Why are you acting like that? Because I didn’t wait for you to jog?» You were not sure at all what was going on with him.

Dumbfounded, you went directly in the bathroom and run the water of the shower. As the water was running on your back, you thought of the events that just happened. You have to admit, you should have wait for him. He made it clear that he intended to go jogging with you before he fell asleep. You were just too excited to discover the landslide he told you about so many times as you were preparing this trip.

You wash yourself quickly, chose a long skirt and a tank top, island style. You braid your hair and twirl them on top of your head in a pretty bun leaving a few stray of hairs freely encircling your face. You look at your image reflected in the mirror, you are satisfy. It’s not too sexy, not too dull. Some may even think you are pretty. Hopefully, Jimin will think that.

As soon as you are done, you went into Jimin’s room until he gets ready. As always, he was taking his precious time.

«Jimin I am here. Waiting for you on the couch my little mochi»

«Alright, it won’t be long».

It must have been long, cause you had the time to fall asleep. Although you were on the couch when you were waiting for him, now you are on his bed, your shoes removed and a blanket on you. There is a cold meal on the nightstand and a note «I was not able to sleep yet. Went on the beach for a walk. I will come see if you are awake later».

That was it. No «Your mochi that loves you xxx» like he usually signed. No «Take care lovely y/n» or «I miss you already». Not a single tender word although the gesture of covering you to keep you warm was sweet and caring. What is wrong with him? Why is he so cold suddenly. You decided to go meet him on the beach with the intention to talk about it. It was only your first day on this island, you would like to make things clear right away. You don’t want any kind of misunderstanding between you for the rest of the sejour.

You saw him very fast, he was the only one on the private beach shore. Sitting and looking at the ocean. He’s so beautiful, it’s mesmerising. If you were an artist you would have want to paint or draw him like that, his perfect profile exposed to your gaze. You remember the first time you met him. You still can’t believe you were that lucky. You were an army, you never lied about it. You have met him completely out of luck, in a museum. You were contemplating a painting when the soft voice of Tae had brought you out of your dream. It’s with Tae that you have talked first but it’s with Jimin that the real connection was made.

«Jimin, can we talk» you say with the softest voice you can. You know he’s not happy. It shows all over his face.

«Hi, you awake? What are you doing here, didn’t you get your lesson earlier»? he snapped, still angry at you.

«What’s going on? Why are you mad at me? We just arrived, you can’t be so disappointed in me already».

He stayed silent. You sat down beside him and as you lift up your chin to look at him you notice his eyes are red and puffy, like he cried. Touched by the sight of a sad Mini, you automatically take his hand in yours.

«Jimin, wh...»

«Don’t look at me y/n. Please». He interrupt.

You do as he said and looked at the ocean, overwhelmed by your tiring, exhausting day of traveling and the situation earlier. Combined with a sad Jimin, it��s barely tolerable.

«Jimin, tell me what’s going on. Please. We never fought in the 6 months we have known each other. Now you are mad at me and sad. Am I so deceiving?»

«What? Why does it have to be about you?»

«Well, it’s at me you were mad earlier»

«Y/n, just let it die, can you?»

Let it die? Of course you won’t let it die. You and Jimin shared so many good moments together. You have the feeling that if you don’t get to the bottom of this, something will break between you and this is something you can’t let happen. You love your friend too much to risk this. Gathering your courage, you turn your face towards him and kiss him gently on the cheek, rubbing your nose against his skin for a split second.

«I’m sorry love but I can’t do as you ask. We need to talk about this, Otherwise, we won’t have a good time this week, it would put a shadow on our holiday».

«You did nothing wrong Y/n. There’s nothing to talk about».

«I beg to differ»

He wanted to stand up, probably with the intention to leave the shore but his hand was still in yours and you didn’t let him do it. You pull on his hand, bringing him closer to you. He looked at you with fire in his eyes. Angry, mad, overwhelmed by all sorts of emotions he don’t want to feel at that very moment.

«Let me go»

«No»

«I said let me go, right now»

«Jimin, the way you act is childish. It’s immature and...»

«WHAT?» he exclaimed, furious. «I am the childish one? What about your own behavior?»

«Tell me Jimin, I want to know. What have I done to you?»

«You did nothing to me but you were childish. You always act childish. I should have known it was not a good idea to come here with you». Those words, they hurt deeply.

«What? How?» are the only words you can say, shattered. «I am not childish. I am not irresponsable. What are you talking about?»

«You’re right. It’s very mature to go jog alone along a isolated path on an island you don’t know about».

«It was still the middle of the day. It was lit outside. It was safe».

«Oh really? Was it safe when you met that man? Did you feel safe with his gaze on your body? Were you safe when he was coming towards you, hard as a rock and ready to jump on you?»

A chill runs through your entire body. You are frightened by his words as much as by the emotions that inhabit it. He’s so angry that his fists are closed and his jaw is tight. He has furrowed eyebrows and eyes as black as the moonless night ahead tonight.

«Jimin, I should have wait for you because I knew you wanted to jog with me. But you can’t blame me for the altercation. Can you?»

«I can blame you for that and I will. You put yourself in a dangerous situation».

«Jimin… stop before you become a complete jerk. You can’t blame me and you know it. A woman has the right to walk outside unaccompanied without fear of being the prey to a predator».

He breathes deeply once, twice. It doesn’t seem to be calm him down.

«Y/n… You should have wait for me. You didn’t know what you were exposing yourself to...»

You don’t let him finish his sentence, you are too pissed.

«Ok! You are being a jerk for real. I am going to sleep, goodnight».

Your try to stand up. His turn not to let you do it.

«Let go of my hand Mr. Park or I will be very mad»

«Y/n… please hear me out»

There is something different in his voice, his tone is lower, guttural. Nothing to do with the sweet mochi you are used to.

«Sit down and listen to me».

«If you are to be like that, I won’t stay you can be sure of it».

You sit down nevertheless, waiting for him say something. He was looking at the ocean when he said:

«I can’t Y/n».

«What? What can’t you Jimin?»

But he didn’t answer. He seemed too deep in his thoughts. What is he talking about? He can’t be here with you? He can’t still be friend? He told you you were childish, this is not the usual Jimin. Normally, he treat you like a queen. Like you are the most valuable treasure in the world.

«Jimin, for some reasons, I am more scared right now that I was this afternoon».

He continues to look at the sea in front of him, illuminated only by bright stars now as the night deepened.

«Jimin, please Jimin… talk to me. I never saw you like that. And I hate to be the reason of your anger and sadness...» you bawled, a silent tear rolling on your cheek. You looked at him, not even trying to hide the water in your eyes. He will know anyway, he always read in you like you read in him… Normally.

«Y/n, when I think about somebody touching you, I can’t breath...»

«wh... what?» you stammer.

«I said… This afternoon, this man… I could have kill him if he dared to lay a hand on you… Not only him if you want me to be honest. I don’t want another man to touch you»

«Jimin… what are you trying to say? Another man than who?»

He closes his eyes.

«Y/n, we had a rough day. Let’s just sleep for now. We shall talk tomorrow. Ok?»

There is no way in hell you will let this go like that. He started something, you want to see the end of this conversation. If he implies what you think he does… You leave his side and kneel in front of him. Gently stroking his arms.

«No, it’s not ok. Listen, I want to know what you mean»

«I meant nothing, really...» He was deceiving himself. He wanted to tell you how much he loves you but couldn’t find a good way to put it.

«You are a liar and a coward Park Jimin. You start something and you don’t want to end it»

If he was mad earlier, you don’t even have a word to describe what you acknowledge right now. You could see his cold, dark eyes as he lift his chin up. He tries to seem calm but his trembling hands betrayed him. Maybe you went too far.

«What did you just say?»

«I said you are weak, coward, gutless, scaredy-cat, spineless, craven… you want me to go on? And no, let me talk» you stopped him as soon as he opened his mouth.

«You deserve all those adjectives Park Jimin because there’s something you seem to want but you’re too scared to dare and try to get it. Am I right?»

Within a moment, all of his body language changed. What you perceived as anger turns into desire. His face softens and his jaw relaxes. However, his eyes remain as intense and black as they were.

«What is it that I want miss? You have an idea?» he smirked.

You decided that you won’t make it easy for him.

«You want me, of course. But I don’t like cowards, unfortunately for you». you replied, looking at him in the eyes, lifting up your chin proudly.

«Really y/n?»

«Really Jimin»

«I wonder how long it will take for you to take what you want».

Playfully, you start to open your tank top blouse. Slowly twisting each button with your fingers. Jimin watches each of your movements with a growing attention. When your blouse finally fell open, as Jimin still didn’t flinch, you started to lack self-confidence but you won’t show him that. You will play the seductive game that you started. You run your finger along your breastbone.

«Is this where you want to touch me, Jimin?»

His eyes leave your breasts and stick right in yours.

«I’d say this is a good start. But…no» he teased.

«Alright, let’s see what else I have to offer». You replied, gently sliding the straps of your bra over your arms. In all your life, you would never have imagined yourself playing strippers to seduce your friend. Nevertheless, you will help him make his move.

Keeping your bra in place, you cup your breast and start to pinch your nipples between your thumb and finger. That is when he reacted. With his left hand, he grabs you by the hip while he gently start to brush the delicate skin that wasn’t covered by your lace bra. You could see him swallowing harshly as if his mouth was dry.

«Something’s wrong Jiminie?» you mock him.

«Everything is perfect. Could not be any more perfect than that» His stare is intense, his eyes can’t betray the desire he has for you.

«I beg to differ Jimin. We haven’t started yet». You said, reaching out to your back to loosen your bra. He stopped your action.

«Wait, we are on the beach. People can come...»

«No Jimin, we are alone here»

«But people could...»

«Jimin, we are alone on an semi private beach. Plus, we are not cowards, are we?» You said, blinking.

«I think you speak too much» and that’s when his lips joined yours for the very first time. It was a soft but burning contact at the beginning. Jimin was gauging your reaction. He knew you were trying to seduce him but he is still unsure of where you want that seduction game to lead.

With his full lips, he deepened the kiss as soon as your lips parted, you felt his tongue slide urgently into your mouth to play with yours. Jimin was an amazing kisser. You could feel his smile against you.

After a moment like that, his and your breathing become ragged. He leans back, stares at you.

«You are beautiful» he murmurs softly. When you thought he was about to kiss you again, he surprised you. He grabs you by the hips and slides you on his thighs spreading your skirt on either side of your two bodies thus joined. Still too far from his center in your opinion. You feel the need to hug him, to bring him closer to you any way possible. Encircling his neck, you carefully slide yourself closer, rocking your hips against him. Looking in his eyes to see the effect you have on him while you feel it on your center for the first time. Jimin is already hard for you, you feel his dick twitching against your panties as his hips are filling the distance when you let a tiny space separate your bodies. That’s when his smells hits you. Raw and woody but still sweet. A smell that somehow makes you feel home but at the same time put fire in you. At the thought of your head in his chest, breathing in, your knees buckles. Jimin feels you and his hands firmly cups your buttocks.

«You need to be careful».

Grinning, you answered:

«No, I need to sit. I need to sit on you, with a good support point if you know what I mean».

He swallows with difficulty, his eyes going from your eyes to your breasts. Perfectly shaped to fit his hands. He can’t wait to discover if you have the color he imagined so many times before. «You are full of surprises miss y/n. I won’t complain».

«You haven’t seen anything yet my sweet mochi» you whisper, your voice full of a desire barely contained.

You start to play with his lips again, gently tugging on his lower lip with your teeth. Jimin pushing his pelvis against yours, eager to leave as little distance as possible between the two of you. His hands traces your spine from your neck to your butts. As he met your bra on his way up, he skilfully loosen it, never breaking the kiss.

«Jimin, I want you» you whisper between the kiss.

«You have me, you need more?» his mouth twist into a sexy sideways smile. Your mind refuses to keep things clean as his tongue meets yours again, furiously needing for more, always more. His kisses become tender as he slides his lips down to your neck, flutters them onto your chest and clamps them onto your nipples which he take in his mouth one by one, teasing them with his teeth. Swirling his tongue around them. His thumb running small circles on your covered clit as you gently stroke him above his linen pants.

«Enough of those games Mr Park, I need your cock inside. I need to sit on you» you say, yanking your panties down to your thighs. Jimin’s hand came to meet your cunt automatically, palming your center, gently sliding his fingers along your fold. Delicately. Almost like if he is touching the most fragile thing in the world.

«Beautiful» he murmurs before plunging his fingers deep inside without further ado. You can’t hold back a soft moan, your thighs shivering under that delightful touch. Your head leans back but you soon came back to your senses. Well, not completely but enough to make you take the situation to another level.

You loosen his pants, he lifts his hips and you hardly release him from his clothes, carefully freeing his hard member. You are torn between licking his thick dick and take him into your mouth or ride him. He doesn’t seem to hesitate at all as he lift you up enough so you can impale yourself on his dick. Slowly sliding you down on him, filling you up in one smooth movement.

«Oh My God y/n… You feel so good. Stay still please. I want to savor the moment»

He’s looking at you with a needy, loving look on his face. With what you called his heart eyes numerous of time.

«Jimin… Jimin… I love you» the words escape your lips too fast, you can’t hold them back. For a moment you were so mad at yourself for saying it. Quickly thought, you’re relieved to hear Jimin whisper «I love you y/n. So much»

Gripping his hair, you arch your back and wrap your legs tightly around his waist. His hands taking a grip on your shoulders from behind to keep you closer. You worried you might passed out from pleasure if things keep being that good. You begin by rolling your hips in slow smooths circles. You want to feel every inch of him between your folds. He lean over to take a nipple between his lips then suck it hard, making you shiver. When his mouth was not on you, He looked you straight in the eye, vulnerable and strong at the same time. Not scared to show you all the power you have on him right now.

As you feel him moving, looking forward to having more, you begin to rock your hips back and forth, slowly at first then harder, faster. Jimin’s hips meeting yours half way. You try to take him deeper by bouncing up and down on him but your legs were tired already.

«My girl is so needy… You need it more deep, don’t you?»

«Jimin it already feels so good… » Orgasm was slowly building inside of you.

«Wait love, hold still» You freeze. He kisses you and gently rub your clit, making you shiver.

«I love how we connect together, I love our bond. I love our connection. It feels good right?»

«Baby can we talk after, right now, I am still unfinished».

He started to laugh.

«Your wish is my command. You needed deeper, I will serve you deeper. Do you have strong arms?» He asked with a smirk.

«What do you have in mind?»

«You will see soon enough baby, you will see soon enough».

He gets on one knee in front of you, asks you to throw your legs on his shoulders.

«Hands on the ground please baby, you will need to support yourself. Let’s see if you can handle deeper» he commands.

As soon as your palms touches the sand below you, he lift your ass up and brought you closer, holding you in that position firmly. Like this, there is no touching possible but this is the most pleasant position you never experienced so far. It hits you some places you didn’t even know existed. He thrusts deep into you, filling you completely, fast, never slowing down the pace. You struggle to catch your breath and feel dizzy but it isn’t finished yet. Jimin is pounding hard. With a hint of ocean breeze, his delicious smell mingles with yours and fills the air.

«Oh, god Jimin...» you gasp as the orgasm is building again. «Jimin, please don’t stop...»

«This is not my intention my lady. I don’t intend to stop until we sit on that plane next week».

The sensations are overwhelming and you can tell he’s nearly there too. You feel your arms lack strength but you don’t want to move an inch, you almost reached your orgasm. Without ever breaking eye contact with him, you say:

«Faster Jimin, harder… I won’t last long».

«It’s ok baby, let’s go of your hands and touch yourself for me»

You carefully did as he commanded. As soon as he see your delicate finger rubbing a circle on your clit, his face contorts, desperately containing his scream as he comes deep inside of you, filling you with his juices. You arch your back against the sand as the waves of orgasm overwhelms you too, delicious ripples flowing through you from head to toes. Softly moaning through your closed lips. Jimin stays in position and continues to thrust into you until you can open your eyes again.

Smiling at each other, he puts your ass gently on the sand, crawling between your legs to come lie on top of you. Your breathing slows as you stare at each other like you can’t quite believe what just happened. He then grin and start to kiss your face as you gently caress his hairs.

«Your arms must be tired, lay on me completely please. You’re too far already» you utter.

Instead, he lays down on your side, dragging you against him. Still kissing your face.

«Jimin, I love you. I am in love with you since the first day I met you».

«I know… » he smiles.

«You know?»

«Yeah… Tae is my best friend you know. He couldn’t help but tell me my crush also had a crush on me».

«Oh! My! God! I will kill him!» you pretend to be mad.

Jimin laughed, kissed your eyelid softly. Then your nose, your lips.

«Nah! You won’t kill him. Because of him, I had courage to invite you here».

«Jimin… screw that separate room. I want you in my bed for the rest of the week» you firmly affirm.

«Only the week my love? What about next one? I haven’t touch you the way I wanted to yet.»

«Let’s be together for a long time then».

«Let’s be together for a very long time» he agrees.

As you walk hand in hand towards the hotel under the moonless sky, Jimin tells you:

«From now on, I am the only person that can touch your body. I will make sure to satisfy all your needs».

Shivering, not from the cold but from what those words implies, you let yourself go against him. No doubt it was a good idea to come on this island with him.

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