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yuyusuyu · 8 months

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blurred lines and lies — 09. apologies and blurred memories

synopsis. you were always with yeosang, hips stuck together and hands glued to each other. he was all you knew and you were all he knew too for a while, but then you both grew up, one moving at a faster pace than the other. yeosang left you behind to awkwardly navigate the rest of an adventure—high school—without him while he embarked on a new one—college—by himself. the line of being best friends blurred somewhere along the way, and you find yourself crying on the night he promises to be someone else's because you love him. you've always loved kang yeosang ever since the days where he was trying to figure out who he was (an awkward and painful era for any teenager in middle school), loved him ever since his voice began cracking as it's tone deepened, loved him ever since he took you to that stupid and overpriced school dance in middle school despite not liking being in a huge crowd, you loved him ever since he began to become a quiet and reserved man. you hoped to be on the other side of things for once, on the other side of the line of being just best friends with kang yeosang; you realize now that it was stupid of you to ever have that sort of hope. and while you began to calm down, you wonder about what it's like being on the other side of a friendship. you don't know, but you hope to find out as you embark an adventure without him. but you didn't realize what it would it do to you and yeosang, and what it would do to you and choi jongho, your other best friend.

warnings. crying, mentions of manipulation, mentions of food. if there's anything i should add, let me know!

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YOUR touch pulls yeosang of his daze. you frown at him and hold his hand. “i’m sorry for showing this to you,” you whisper. “but i really couldn’t stand that she told you that when she told me that she would tell you.”

“you… knew?”

“i found out three days ago,” you tell him. “i’m sorry. i should have told you, but i wanted her to tell you instead of you finding out through me… let’s go?”

he slowly nods, letting you drag him away while younghee yells out his name, begging him to stay. but he looks over at her before he leaves, noticing how she stays planted where she stands.

and then the door closes.

somehow, you two end up at yeosang’s parents’ home after a long and silent cab ride. you knock on the door and smile sheepishly as mrs kang greets you with a warm hug, gushing about how you look like such a beautiful woman before she looks at yeosang, frowning at his dazed expression.

“yeosang, dear, are you okay?”

“he’s feeling a little tired,” you say softly. “can we head over to his room, auntie?”

“of course!” she says, ushering you two in. “i’ll cut some apples up for you two, okay?”

“thank you, auntie.” you smile at her, bowing your head in gratitude. you slip your shoes off and make sure yeosang does the same before leading him over to his old room, opening the door and making sure he sits down on his bed before you close the door.

when you turn around, you rush over to him, gently tilting his head up to brush his tears away. “it’s okay, yeosang.” you whisper. “i’ve got you. let it all out, okay?”

he drops his head to your stomach and clutches the hem of your jacket, balling it in his grip. “i should have known,” he mumbles. “i should have known she was going to cheat on me with him again.”

“again?” you try pushing yeosang back by his shoulders, but he curls his arms around your waist, preventing you from doing so.

“the day of your graduation,” yeosang says, pressing his face to your stomach. “she got into an accident. when i got to the hospital, the nurse thought i was her brother and told me that she and her boyfriend were okay and just had minor injuries. when i walked into the room, she was there with him. she told me then and there that it was a mistake and that she would never do it again.”

you card your hand through his hair when his shoulders start shaking. “i’m sorry,” he heaves, gasping in between his sobs. “i’m so sorry, yn. i’m sorry.”

“why are you apologizing, yeo?” your voice cracks, your eyes becoming teary. “you did nothing wrong.”

“but i did,” he sobs. “i did do something wrong. i should have left her, but i stayed because… i-i stayed, and i let myself grow distant from you because she was insecure of our friendship and she blamed it all on us for driving her to cheat on me and…” yeosang hiccups, his hold around you tightening. “i’m so sorry. i should have left her as soon as she blamed you. fuck, i don’t know why i stayed. i’m so stupid.”

“i am the problem here,” he whispers. you feel his tears soak through the material of your shirt where your jacket is open. “and i should have left and i shouldn’t have let her get away with everything that she did.”

“yeosang, look at me.”

he shakes his head.

“yeosang,” you grab his cheeks and tilt his head up, your thumb sliding across the apples of his cheeks. “you aren’t the problem here. younghee is the problem, it isn’t you. from the sounds of it, you were manipulated by her. don’t blame yourself because it isn’t your fault. you’re an amazing person, truly. you’re so kind, a little awkward, but kind. you’re loyal, you care about the people around you, and you always try to help others out even if it means that you’ll end up getting hurt in the process or it makes you go out of your comfort zone.” you pause to laugh a little. “remember when you took me to the middle school dance? and how you were grabbing my hand because you didn’t like how crowded the gymnasium was? remember how you willingly took me there even if you didn’t want to because of how i wanted to go? don’t say that you’re the problem here, yeosang, because you aren’t.”

yeosang sniffles, slowly nodding. he rests his chin against your stomach as he continues to look up at you through his eyelashes while you run a hand through the long strands of his dark hair. suddenly, he starts chuckling, a finger coming up to wipe away at your tears that fall from your eyes. “why are you crying?” he asks, his voice deep and soft sounding. “i should be the one crying here, yn.”

you pout at him. “you know i start crying whenever i see you cry.”

yeosang starts laughing, the sound so bright that it makes you join him.

but your little bubble of tranquility soon bursts.

“mother,” younghee says, making both you and yeosang freeze at the sound of her voice. “is yeosang here?”

“oh no,” you mumble, grabbing yeosang’s hand. “let's get you out of here, yeo.”

the two of you try tiptoeing down the hallway, but younghee starts crying and calls out yeosang’s name like a mantra when she spots you two.

“yeosang,” she says, hiccupping between short breaths. “yeosang, please. yeosang, wait! don’t go… don’t leave me.”

you two stop at the door, hurriedly putting your shoes on.

“yeosang,” younghee takes a step forwards. “don’t go with her. stay with me.”

yeosang stares blankly at younghee. “no.”

“no?”

“no,” he repeats. his hand starts trembling.

you give his hand a single tug and rub circles onto his skin, trying to ground him and provide him comfort and strength. he looks back at you, nodding before you two leave in a rush, younghee’s crying growing faint the farther you two get away.

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justlydiasworld · 2 years

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Spend Your Time On Me Instead(part two)

Pairing; Robin Buckley x F!Reader

Warning: none,just fluff(luckily.no angst today or smut,just fluff.)

Authors note:This is,as you can see,part two of “Spend Your Time On Me Instead.” And nobody asked for a part two but I’ve been dying to write one lately. So once this is out, you guys should be able to see all the other Robin fanfics I have. And heads up, my inbox and requests are still open at the moment. So please tell me what you wish for me to write so I can satisfy you🫶🏼.

Summary: Robin takes you on a date, or that’s what you think it is,at a carnival. This carnival was holding a firework session at 9 pm, and it was the perfect time for Robin to give you her anniversary gift. But she doesn’t know that you also have some surprises up your sleeves.

part l

“Hey sweetheart,there’s this firework session and festival that’s happening near us,and I was wondering if you wanted to go? I know it’s sudden but it’s like one of many things I’ve planned this week,for us.” Robin said while she plays with your hair. You turned around slowly and look at her, you were absolutely beaming with joy. You couldn’t help but smile and giggle and just dance around your room. Robin notices everything, and she just can’t help but find it cute.

“Are you being serious? We had a date a couple of days ago, and then this? Robin Buckley you’re gonna be the death of me.” You said while plopping down on robins thighs once again. Robin let’s out a chuckle, and then a warm smile across her freckled face.

“But before that, I wanna apologize.” You said while looking away from her eyes. “Apologize for what sweetheart?”she said with a confused face, tilting her head to the side a bit, trying to get a good look at you. “For yelling at you and getting mad over something that I misunderstood over.” You said,still looking away from her eyes. Damn it you were gonna cry again, but it was gonna turn into a happy moment soon so why would you cry now? But you felt guilty for what you did,and you just couldn’t help but say sorry,that’s just who you were.

“Look at me darling, please.” Robin said with a gentle and soft tone. You slowly look into her blue eyes again. “You don’t have to be sorry, and if it makes you feel better, I accept your apology.” She said with a smile, that genuine smile again. “Are you sure, can I make it up to you then? Please? I have a pit in my stomach that just won’t leave.” You said,with plead in your eyes. Sigh. “Hmm, let me think.” Robin said with her finger on her chin. “Okay I have one simple request.” She said,trying hard not to smile but trying hard to be as serious as possible. But it’s Robin, your baby can’t get serious at this moment.

“What is it? Tell me! Please,I’ll do anything” you said again, practically begging at this point. You quickly sat up straight next to Robin, with a blanket that covered the both of you. “I would like some kisses and cuddles.” She said with a huge jumbo smile on her face. “Of course! Anything to see that bright smile on my baby’s face.” You said, quickly making your way to cuddle her. As you gave Robin her cuddles , you also gave her all your kisses.

You took her chin gently and pressed your plumped and soft lips on Robins beautiful lip. You gave Robin her kisses now. “Hmm, cherry-cola flavored lip-balm today? I love this new flavor, suits you a lot.” You said, while attacking her for another hug. “I knew you would like it, so I bought it just for you. Just so you could taste my lips. You got all flustered and turned red because of what she said, how could she say that so boldly?And now you were just a blushing mess.

“Oh and darling, I have to make my way down somewhere. I need to do something before we head to the carnival. It’s only gonna be a split second.” She said, turning her head to face you. “Yeah I’m fine with that love.” You said back, still not processing how she said that so boldly. How could anybody look that beautiful and still say things that bold?

“ And you should take that time and use it to get ready for our date tonight.” Robin said while kissing your nose once again. “I know I know” you said,while slowly getting up and heading to your closet.

. . .

As you were waiting patiently for Robin to come pick you up, you just sat outside your front yard. You went all out for this todays date, because it was your anniversary. Every memory you have with her were just some moments that meant everything, even if you guys were arguing. It was still a memory that you keep close to your heart until the day you die.

* H O N K *

She made it back safely! Robin got out of her car and ran towards you. She gave you a huge hug and broke it, she scanned you closely and just couldn’t help but say “you look,beautiful. As always.” You turned a bit red and said the same thing.

. . .

After you guys made it to the festival, you guys played some games and won stuffed animals and ate food and just enjoyed every last bit of moment you guys have together. Soon enough Robin dragged you into a spot that got the best view of the fireworks that were starting.

She took the small ring box, that had a promise ring inside. You didn’t notice anything at first because you were distracted by the beautiful colors that sparkles in the night sky. Until Robin got your undivided attention.

Robin took a deep breath and you just looked at her confusingly. “(Y/n), I wanna show you how much Im very much committed to our relationship. And I wanted to give you a special something in return for everything you’ve done for me. I love you (y/n).

Robin took the box that was behind her back and gave it to you,”Open it,” she said with a grin on her face. Colors from the fireworks shown on her. You noticed it was a small box, but you did as she said and opened it.

It was a,promise ring.

You cried just looking at it. “Robin baby..” you broke down crying. I’m the luckiest person on earth, to have you as my girlfriend. You took the ring out of the box and slipped it right on the left side of your hand and placed it gently on your ring finger.

You hugged Robin as soon as you placed the ring on your finger. And slowly pulled away, you took out square thin black box inside your bag and gave it to Robin. It was like a silent gift exchange.

She took it and opened it, her hands on her mouth. She took the beautiful necklace and put it around her neck. It was a necklace with meaning. There was a small circle on the gold necklace that had pictures and small memories of you and Robin. Now she can have it with her,24/7.

Hugs and kisses were exchanged, and no doubt about it. This was the person you wanted to spend eternity with.

Robin,Buckley. That was the name of the girl that you fell in love with. Head over heels for her, and only her. The girl that made you feel at ease,and at home. It’s now marked your first ever anniversary together, and you wish to spend many many years with her. No doubt about it,she’s the love of your life.<3

( I’m sorry if this seems rushed, It’s like 4 in the morning and I’ve been brainstorming and thinking about writing this at 1 am.)

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haikyuu-appreciation-club · 4 years

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oh my bad, i didn’t see you didnt write for atsumu or sakusa. can you do the same headcanons (s/o who’s smol and fragile) but with kuroo, bokuto, and oikawa? if possible, i would still like to see these headcanons with atsumu and sakusa <333

hey hey hey anon!! ty for the requests :)

I think this is such a cute idea (´♡‿♡`)

I just started watching S4 soo I'll save your other request for atsumu and sakusa in my inbox and get to that once I'm done!!

in the meantime, I hope you enjoy some of my favorite captains <3

btw sorry it’s definitely not my best, I was having major writers block so this is basically all I could manage :(

•Kuroo, Bokuto, and Oikawa w/ a Small and Fragile S/O•

warnings: none

genre: fluff

characters: kuroo, bokuto, + oikawa

•Kuroo•

Kuroo had teased you about your height ever since the two of you had become friends

it was his way of playful flirting, harmless really

“Ah, hey there chibi-chan, still need help with that chem assignment.”

“I thought I told you to quit calling me that.”

“Aw, but it suits you.”

It was all harmless until he began to actually fall for you

the way your laugher erupted through the air at one of his stupid chemistry jokes or how you would never fail to flash a pretty smile and throw him a wave whenever you two were near

every single thing about you drew him in and he just had to make you his, so that’s exactly what he did you said yes obviously

even though he spent quite a bit of time with you before making things official, he never realized how prone to injury you were

seriously you got hurt so often it was crazy

at first he thought it was just bad luck until he noticed that you collided with the majority of things that were in your path

it was actually quite entertaining to him a lot of the time, but even if he let out a chuckle he would always take care of you

didn't matter if it was him grabbing the first aid kit from the gym or keeping you company in the nurses office while you got checked out

as much as he loved to tease you for everything, he was always right by your side

even though he put on a calm and collected front, he got worried every time you got hurt

it didn’t matter how minor or major the injury was, he just wanted to make sure you were okay

he was always making sure you were taking care of yourself too

making sure you ate and drank water and took care of your injuries when needed

sometimes he’d even tease you by buying you a carton of milk and claiming that you needed it for bone growth

he definitely could be a huge pain sometimes, but it always brought a smile to your face

with your height differences, his favorite thing was to pick you up by your waist, hold you up high, and spin you around

he didn’t care who was watching, all that he was focused on in that moment was the lovely smile stitched on your face

he loved to lean down when you were standing around or talking with someone and rest his chin on your head and wrap his arms lightly around your neck

this was especially common when he noticed someone else trying to flirt with you, a piercing gaze followed as well in these situations

if anyone tried to tease you about your height he would pick you up, throw you over his shoulder, and run the opposite direction hey problem solved

as much as he teased you himself, he was always making sure to let you know how much he loved you just the way you were

he always eased you insecurities and whispered compliment after compliment in your ear when you were down

he was your #1 hype man no matter the time

he truly saw you as perfect and he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life letting you know

•Bokuto•

when you and bokuto first met, he was very upfront about your height

"HEY HEY HEY! Wow, you're super tiny!”

cue your pouting

bokuto noticed your change of expression and quickly saved himself

“OH! No no, not in a bad way, like a cute way, you know? Tiny and squishy!”

cue him pinching your cheeks like an old lady

Akaashi ended up dragging him back to practice but not before he turned your cheeks bright red, from the excessive pinching and his comments

after that incident, you saw bokuto a lot more

usually due to you bumping into him in between classes

you didn’t mean to but he was just so tall and you were just so clumsy

those situations usually ended with you both apologizing profusely to each other while bokuto walked you to the nurses office

overtime, you two grew closer and closer and eventually made things official

despite all the energy he had, he was always very gentle with you

he knew he could get a little much at times and with how easily you got injured he wanted to make sure he was never the one causing you pain

his touch was always very soft and loving, allowing you to feel just how much he cared

since you would get hurt so often he would always carry bandaids in his school bag they had little hearts on them

he would drop anything he was doing and sit you down to place a bandaid and a kiss wherever the damage was

“There you go, Dr. Bokuto is always at your service Y/N.”

“Thank you Bo.”

if it was something more intense he would walk you to the nurse’s office, hair drooping and tears in his eyes

he honestly hated seeing you hurt or in pain

if he could, he would take away any and all of your discomfort

he just wanted to see you smiling, that was his favorite look on you

no matter how much you would tell him you were okay he still would not leave your side until you got fully cleared by the nurse and the rest of the day he would be clinging to you with a pout stitched on his face

he adored the height difference between you two

your small hand fit perfectly in his and the was your tiny figure molded into his when you two cuddled felt right

he knew that sometimes you could get a little insecure

he never really understood why you couldn't see yourself how he saw you but that didn't prevent him from bring you up and letting you know exactly how he saw you

he truly saw you as the most flawless person he’s ever seen

compliments were always followed up by a lot of hugs and kisses

he always felt like you deserved to feel like you were on top of the world so giving you piggy back rides or letting you sit on his shoulders was his favorite thing to do

he never missed the laughter that escaped your lips when he would pick up speed definitely his favorite sound ever

his main goal was to protect you from anything and everything and make sure you were loved

and he succeeded with that each and every day

•Oikawa•

oikawa had had a thing for you since middle school

you never really thought much of the way he would act towards you due to his high popularity

honestly, you just thought he was being polite

that was until he asked you out your first year of high school

ever since then you became aoba johsai’s power couple

you didn't really care about titles though, all that mattered was that you and oikawa were happy

and contrary to popular belief, oikawa was a really great boyfriend

he never failed to make you feel appreciated and cherished

he honestly just couldn’t believe he was with someone so perfect, and honestly the blush that spread across your cheeks was just too cute to pass up

this didn't excuse you from oikawa’s teasing, your height being a main target

“Y/N-chan, mind if I rest my arm here, it’s so tired from practice”

“Tooru, get your gross, sweaty arm off my head.”

“Ahh so mean baby.”

although he never missed the opportunity to rile you up about you height, he always recognized when to stop and followed it up with a bunch of compliments

he knew it could be an insecurity of your sometimes and he would never dream of making you feel less then perfect

if any of his fan girls tried to mention something involving your height, he didn’t hesitate to confront them

occasionally going the extra mile and pulling you into a loving kiss right in front of them

he didn’t care if they stopped supporting him, he had you by his side and that was more then enough

although you usually got hurt quite often, that all stopped when you started dating oikawa

you honestly couldn’t believe it at first

all the scratches, scars, and bruises that frequently littered your body and slowly healed over time and no new ones took their place

you could not wrap your head around how he managed to do it

he was very observant and almost had this sixth sense when it came to you and your injuries

usually catching you before you fell, pulling you out of the way of something, or grabbing something and moving it away before it could cause you harm

you were practically like a small child he had to watch

he always followed up his smooth movements with a flirty remark

“Ah ah ah, you have to be more careful Y/N-chan, I'm the only one you should be falling for.”

although he loved spending any moment with you, his favorite memories had to be watching you in the stands during one of his games, cheering for him

his jersey was so big on you, he found it so adorable it always smelled like you when you returned it which was a huge plus

his favorite thing to do during games was throw you a wink before each serve he did, watching you laugh and wink right back

he always played his best when you were there

watching you from the court made him fall in love with you all over again

you were his world and he would make it his top priority to remind you of that each and every day

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professorsnape394 · 3 years

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The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Seventeen: Heart or Head?

A/N: This is the seventeenth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-17 can also be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below or send me a message if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 1756

Warnings: n/a

Credits to Gif Creator

"Severus. Aria. May I speak with you both?" Dumbledore requested the next morning after breakfast.

The two professors exchanged an awkward glance, rising from either ends of the headmaster, unsure of the old wizard's intentions.

The hall bustled with noise, students and teachers alike eager to escape the great hall, enjoying their last day of freedom before yet another week begun.

The trio remained behind, exchanging not a word nor glance, until Dumbledore spoke once more.

"I assume you know what this is about." Albus questioned, his eyes travelling between the pair suspiciously.

Unable to force their eyes to meet the headmaster's, both Severus and Aria's minds began to race. Each of them suspecting that the other had divulged unto him the events of last night.

"I'm afraid not, Headmaster. Care to enlighten us?" Severus finally found the courage to say.

"As I am sure you were both made aware this morning at breakfast, Professor Karkaroff has found himself in a rather unfortunate state." Dumbledore explained, his eyes still surveying their faces through the top of his glasses.

Aria let out a huge sigh of relief, glad that Snape had not humiliated her further. Severus too was more than thankful his employer remained unaware that he had both seduced and rejected his beloved granddaughter in the early hours of the morning.

"What does that have to do with us, Grandfather?" Aria asked innocently, knowing fine well who was responsible for the wound.

"Nothing, as for as I'm aware." Dumbledore hummed. "There is no concrete evidence of what happened to Igor has anything to do with the two of you. However, given that the two of you, along with Professor Karkaroff were significantly late to breakfast, and given the state in which the two of you look, I have my suspicions."

"And what reason would either Miss Dumbledore or myself have for harming the man in question?" Severus retorted. "And surely you must be aware that I, as I always am on October 31st, was in my office until the small hours of this morning. I cannot, however, speak for your granddaughter's whereabouts, and why she looks so uncharacteristically dishevelled this morning."

The potions master glared at his apprentice out the side of his eye. It was the first he had dared to look at her all morning. Her face was bare; clearly she had made no effort to apply a face of makeup this morning, but a slight trace of eyeliner and mascara was still visible around her tired puffy eyes. She had hastily scraped her hair back into a tight ponytail, a half-hearted attempt to salvage her borderline greasy hair. Admittedly it was the worst he had saw her look since their meeting, but even then he could still appreciate her true beauty. Once again Severus Snape found himself getting lost in the woman's features, enchanted by her mere presence.

"The party." She blurted uncontrollably, upon noticing her mentor staring. "The Halloween party, it went on very late. I apologise, I should have been more responsible." She turned to the headmaster.

"Very well. I believe the two of you have very solid alibis, therefore I have no reason to suspect you any longer. As of now Igor is yet to come forward about the incident, so until he does, that is if he does, the two of you are... what's the phrase? 'Off the hook'." Albus said, raising an eyebrow, throwing his hands in the air.

Sensing that the pair were very eager to leave, Dumbledore took his chance to stop them once more.

"I would, however, like to make it known that Igor Karkaroff, along with the rest of Durmstrang school are here as our guests and should be treated with the utmost respect by Hogwarts students and Professors alike. However first and foremost, Aria, you are my granddaughter. And if a problem had to occur, that deserves appropriate repercussions, I should hope that any of my professors would be able to confide in me. And the issue would be dealt with by me, and me only. That being said; is there anything you would like to tell me, my dear granddaughter?"

She remained silent. Her eyes once again falling to the floor.

"And you Severus? You have never lied to me before. Is there anything you have to say on the matter?"

Snape paused for a moment in deliberation, remembering the promise he had once made to obey his employer entirely.

"Like I said. I was in my office all night." He lied, never once looking away, breaking his gaze.

The headmaster looked between the pair, disappointed and frustrated.

"You may go." He sighed.

Taking off in the blink of an eye Professor Snape disappeared from the great hall, his assistant following not far behind.

"Severus, wait." The young professor called out, trying to rush her way past the small clusters of students that filled the halls.

The potions master slowly came to a halt, clearly unsure whether he wanted to hear what she inevitably had to say.

"I want to talk about last night." She confessed, lowering her voice as she caught up with the potions master.

In three large strides Severus Snape turned to the woman, grabbing onto her forearm and walking her backwards into the hard castle wall. It was obvious he was paranoid of anyone, student or staff, overhearing what she was about to say regarding the events of the previous night.

Taken aback by his sudden movements Aria took a moment to catch her breath. Meanwhile Snape had gathered his thoughts on the matter.

"I am unsure of what you are referring to Miss Dumbledore, but as far as the staff are aware we never crossed paths last night, and I would like to keep it that way. Forget about whatever you want to say, anything that may or may not have happened is now considered null and void. Am I making myself perfectly clear?"

Almost instantly Aria found herself becoming defensive in the face of the Professor's aggression. She had come to him with heartfelt intentions, but she'd be damned if she allowed another man to walk all over her again. She was quickly tiring of Severus' yo-yoing insight on their friendship.

"Do not tell me what I can and cannot say, Professor." Aria said, ripping her arm from her colleague's grasp. "However much you'd like to erase the of memory of the two of us, at this moment in time it remains a reality, and I have something to say on the matter. I will not let you silence me for nothing but your own benefit."

"Very well." Snape huffed, slightly impressed that she had stood up to him. "Say what you have to say, if you must, but be quick about it, I would like to enjoy the last day of the weekend without you pestering me for once."

"I wanted to apologise." The witch admitted, raising her head to lock eyes with her mentor.

Snape cocked an eyebrow curiously, silently permitting her to go on.

"I want to apologise for... for try to take things a bit too far last night. I shouldn't have expected you to... well, you know." She shrugged, eyes darting below Snape's belt.

"There is no need for an apology, Miss Dumbledore. After all, it was I who initiated the whole... situation. Like I said, I would prefer if it could be forgotten about to entirely."

"But Severus I- "

Snape held up a palm, signalling for her to stop.

"It was a mistake." He insisted. "You were drunk, Aria, and I took advantage, it was wrong of me. Besides, you're in a relationship, and I would very much appreciate if I were to remain entirely uninvolved in any of your possible drama."

Aria's multiple attempts at interrupting went unsuccessful. Snape was adamant that he wanted to forget the whole thing, therefore it was clear to Aria any attempt at convincing him otherwise would be futile. Sensing the finality in his tone Miss Dumbledore took a step away from him, letting him go.

"Just one last thing." She blurted, causing Severus to pause halfway down the corridor. "We broke up. Just, if that means anything to you."

Aria waited hopefully for him to turn back to face her, but he never did. It was clear he had heard her but had chose not to acknowledge her words as he disappeared into the labyrinth that is Hogwarts.

Once again Severus Snape found himself consumed in thoughts of his assistant. Ever since his lips touched hers he couldn't get his mind off of her. With no idea what had come over him to make a move, he was sure she would reject him. But when he found that no only had she returned his kiss, but was willing to go further, panic set in.

He wanted nothing more than to let her do it. To just let her hands wander freely over his naked body, allowing him to do the same to her. He could have had her right there in his office if he wanted, but he was scared. Scared that he was right about what he said all those weeks ago in the Three Broomsticks, or scared that she would change her mind all together, but mostly he was scared that after it all, if she did actually go through with it that is, she still had a boyfriend and he would inevitably be tossed aside, forgotten and rejected all at once.

So, he convinced her, and himself, that it had all been one drunken mistake, and that it meant nothing to him. He refused to let her think for one second that he feelings of any kind for her. He would not allow himself to be humiliated by her of all people.

It would all have gone just as he had planned if Aria hadn't said those few words. 'We broke up'. Why did she tell him that? What difference did it make to him? Was she trying to get in his head? Or was she trying to tell him exactly what he wanted to hear?

Deliberating over the meaning of her confession kept the potions master preoccupied all day. In his heart he wanted to believe that she felt just as he did. But his head told him no one would ever be able to love a beast like him.

Soon enough all of Snape's uncertainty was to be put to rest by a single knock at the door.

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songficsbyrissi · 4 years

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Ain’t No Way (Spooky x Reader)

“Ain't no way (ain't no way), I'm gone let you down (let you down). I know it's hard right now (hard right now), To see (it's in me). But I'm gone make you say you love me.” - Chris Brown

A/N: I know y’all think when tf did I become a Spooky writer but listennnnnnnnn I’ve caught up on On My Block and that man is Fine with a capital F. Gangsters ain’t even my flavor! But seeing him and watching season 3 got my creative juices flowing. The way I got this going, this is most likely gonna be a mini series. Aight now let’s get interracial! (I’m making a joke so don’t nobody come butthurt in my inbox. I will delete your shit.)

Oscar Diaz, also known as “Spooky”, was not your type at all. You hated to admit that once upon a time, he was. It was back in high school. He was this wannabe gangster and your young dumbass was into that. It was the whole “bad boy” image that almost every teenage girl drooled over. Once you got to your senior year, you grew tired of Freeridge and the gang bullshit so you went to college far away, got your degree, and came back home hoping to make Freeridge somewhat of a better place by opening your own restaurant that held a lot of community events. Unfortunately, coming back to Freeridge also meant coming back to Oscar, who was the head of the Santos. He didn’t know you were back. You planned to keep it that way. “Hey mami!” You stopped in your tracks. No, it couldn’t be. You decided to keep on walking until the familiar voice called you by your name this time. “Y/N!”

You slowly turned around and realization dawned on you. You moved into the only apartment with vacancy, which so happens to be a couple minutes away from Oscar’s house. This was a really bad day for your car not to start. When you’re walking and completely forgot that Oscar’s house was on the way to your restaurant. You were right in front of his front yard and could see his little brother Cesar walking out the front door with his school bag around his shoulder. He’s gotten so big since the last time you’ve seen him. When he was little, he had a little crush which you were both flattered and annoyed by. “Cesar....look at you! You got so big!” “Y/N!” He gave you a quick hug. “You got...um....” You tilted your head in confusion. “Got what?” The 14 year old sighed out of frustration. “You got hotter! But I’m not supposed to say that because I’m dating Monse!” You found yourself laughing at his confession and even more at the blush coming on his pale face. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna tell her but thank you. Have a good day at school.” “You too.” He rolled his eyes groaning. “Fuck!” You snickered as he went on his way and followed behind him only to have your name called out again by his older brother. “Oh my God. What?!” You stared fiercely at the Mexican gang banger as he strolled up to you, checking you out from head to toe. Once he was a few inches away from you, he smirked. “Damn you look good.” “Is that all you gotta say? Because I got somewhere to be.” Oscar let out a soft chuckle before eyeing you down again. “When did you get back?” You raised an eyebrow. “Why you need to know?” He said nothing and just stared at you which meant you had to say something. You sighed deeply looking at your feet. “I came back a couple days ago.” “You’re lying.” You looked up at him with an expression that said “the fuck?” “Look Oscar-“ “Spooky.” You snorted. “I ain’t calling no grown ass man “spooky”. His smirk came back. “You used to. Back in high school.” You rolled your eyes. “That was high school. We’re both grown, Oscar. Now if you excuse me, I gotta take my grown ass to my grown ass job.” You pushed past him and continued your journey on foot. “Where you work at? I could drive you there.” You let a dry laugh turning to to glare at him. “Thanks but no thanks. I’m fine.” “Yes you are, mami.” You scrunched your face up in disgust and went back to walking to your restaurant. Oscar kept smirking as he went back to his front porch where some of the Santos were chilling in the front. “Who’s that hyna?” One of them took a drag of a cigarette, smirking in lust. Oscar’s smirk dropped as he slapped the cigarette out of his mouth. The Santo grew wide-eyed and the leader got close in his face with a menacing look. “That’s my hyna. I claimed her so nobody even look at her or even think about her. Entiendes?” All the Santos present held the hands up in defense, saying they understood. The Santo in question spoke up. “I’m sorry, Spooky. From what I saw, she didn’t seem like your hyna.” “But she is.” Oscar declared as he stared at you in a distance. *********************

“Damn, boss. You look pissed.” Your employee, Simone, observed as you approached your place of business. You put your glare on her, causing her to apologize and you waved her off. “No, I’m sorry. It’s just that this morning has been really annoying. I’m sorry for being late and leaving you out here.” “It wasn’t that long. It’s fine. Shit happens. Let’s just open this restaurant up!” You managed to put a smile on your face and you pulled out the keys to open the doors. You got the place open and your other employees came later in the day for lunch rush hour. When 3 o’clock hit, in came the kids who just got out of school. You didn’t want to be that person but you had to kick them out if they weren’t buying anything. “Hey beautiful. You sexy when you’re all assertive and shit.” This medium skinned cholo bit his lip at you and it took all your power not to gag right then and there. His friend came up to you two, pulling him away. “Ay chico, that’s Spooky’s hyna.” He informed him in a cautious tone and the one flirting with you backed up with his eyes widened. “Oh shit. My bad, mami. Don’t tell your man.” The two cholos scurried away as you stood there in confusion. You spotted Cesar and his friend having burgers and fries in a booth, diagonal from you. You approached them with a huge sigh. “Oh hey Y/N.” Cesar greeted you first. “Wait this is Y/N?!??!?!” Ruby stood out of his seat in the booth and got close to your face. “Hey girl. You might not remember me but I’m Ruben aka your future baby daddy.” You placed your hand on his right cheek and pushed him back down in his seat. “Eat your food, Ruby.” “What it do, cousin?” Jamal greeted you. You forgot one of Cesar’s friends was your annoying ass cousin Jamal. “What the hell does “hyna” mean?” You questioned the group and they all looked at each other in puzzlement. “So no one knows what it means?” “It means pretty girl. Beautiful girl. It’s a compliment.” Monse stated as she popped a fry in her mouth. “Ok but two cholos came in here and one tried to flirt but the other told him I’m-and I quote “Spooky’s hyna” you explained with air quotes. “So what the hell does that mean?” The group got quiet at your explanation and you stared at all of them anxiously. What the fuck did they know that you didn’t? “Hello? Earth to the Core 4?” You waved your hand trying to get their attention back on you. Cesar drummed his fingers on the table before looking up at you. “Let’s just say.... you finding a husband in Freeridge is probably never gonna happen.” Your eyebrows were knitted together in confusion and you folded your arms. “What do you mean by that?” “Oh wow it really do be the pretty ones that are slow.” Jamal whispered out loud and turned to you slowly. “It means that......Spooky....got dibs on you. He claimed you meaning nobody else can date you because if they do, they’re signing their death certificate.” You had to bite your tongue to prevent yourself from screaming “WHAT THE FUCK?!” In your professional establishment. You turned on your heel and just got back to work. Once it was close to closing time, no one was at your restaurant. You were walking to the front doors to flip the sign when Oscar showed up and walked through the doors. You sighed deeply. “You know we’re about to close.” Oscar pointed to the sign. “The sign says open.” “I was just about to flip it ov- what do you want from me, Oscar?!” He shrugged his shoulders in response. “I just wanted to talk to you. Maybe hang out sometimes.” You laughed loudly and sarcastically at his answer and the look on his face was not one of amusement. Is it ever is? “You got me fucked up if you think I’m hanging out with a fucking gangbanger. A fucking Santo at that.” You snorted and grabbed the dishrag to clean the tables. “You must be using some of the product you be selling.” He slammed his hand on one of the square tables, glaring at you. You were a little shell shocked but tried not to show it. “You talk all this shit about gangsters and shit like you weren’t feeling one in the past but you gonna feel one soon.” “And what the fuck do you mean by that?” You found your voice after taking a large gulp. “I’m gonna make you say you love me.” It took everything in your power not to laugh in his face in that moment because that shit was hilarious but you could tell he was serious. Word on the street is Spooky was the last motherfucker you wanted to piss off. You looked at the table he slammed and noticed a tiny piece of paper that read: 213-456-7893 The next day, your car ran smoothly today so you didn’t have to see Oscar on your way to the restaurant. That made you really happy. When it was close to closing time, before you could flip over the sign, a group of young boys pushed themselves inside and stared at you. You looked from side to side and back at them. “Can I help you?” “Are you the owner?” The one that seemed like the leader asked quickly. Straight to the point. You respected that. “Yes, I am. Why? Do you have a complaint?” “Yeah I do.” The leader glanced at the other two boys with him and focused his attention back at you. “This is 99th street territory and since your little restaurant is on it, you gotta pay us rent.” You let out a boisterous laugh at the audacity of these boys. Everyone was on a mission to make you ugly laugh lately. “I’m not paying you shit. You ain’t the government.” You spoke once the laughs subsided. “Now it’s either you order some food or get the hell out. I prefer the latter so you could run back home and do your homework.” You finished in a baby voice, ruffling the young boy’s hair. The group of boys began to chuckle as they began to walk out. “You don’t know who you’re messing with, lady.” The leader warned before heading out of the glass doors. You giggled to yourself as you wiped the tables. Suddenly you got the sense that something wasn’t right and you gut was right because as soon as you went into the kitchen, bullets sprayed throughout your restaurant. You grabbed Simone and forced yourselves to duck down. Once it finished, you remembered you had your employee, Marco, outside taking out the trash. “Marco!” You yelled out running outside which was probably stupid as hell because if the shooters were still there, now they got an easier shot. You found Marco slumped against the building with a bullet in his arm. He was holding onto it to prevent more blood from releasing. You heard footsteps approach you and you fearfully looked to see the boys from earlier. “We warned you, lady. Next time, the bullet goes in his head.” The leader stuck out his thumb, index, and middle fingers to make his hand look like a gun and gestured towards you. “Or maybe your head.” He began to chuckle and his boys joined in on the laughing fest. He stopped chuckling and they stopped too. “Don’t mess with us again, lady.” You waited until you were sure the gang was gone before dialing 911 to get Marco an ambulance. “Marco.....I’m so sorry.” You were on the verge of tears seeing your employee on a gurney, ready to go to the hospital. “It’s ok, Miss Y/N. I’ve gotten shot before. 7 more times and you call me 50 cent.” You began to smile as they wheeled Marco away. That’s what you always appreciated about him. Always finding light in a dark ass situation, even when that situation was his. You took out your phone and dialed a number as Simone stood next to you. “Who are you calling?” “Probably my biggest regret.” Too vague for her to understand, Simone shrugged her shoulders and went back inside of the restaurant. After your phone call, you sat down in one of the booths just waiting. After a while, he appeared right in front of you, saying nothing. He just took a seat in the booth facing you. You leaned in close. “First things first, take that stupid ass gang claim off of me. I’m not anyone’s fucking hyna, especially not yours. So cut the shit.” Oscar remained silent and just stared at you intensely. After a moment, he cleared his throat. “Is that it?” You took a deep breath, already regretting your next words. “No. I need protection.” He raised one of his thick eyebrows. “From?” You gestured towards the glass and bulletholes in your windows. “Do you see this shit? 99th street did it. I have employees and a reputation to protect. So I need protection from the Santos.” Oscar began to crack up suddenly at your words and you stared at him in annoyance. You knew you were going to regret this shit but you didn’t have a choice. The police said they’ll get them but that’s not enough. Besides, they are used to gang activity so they’re barely gonna do anything. “You know you’re one funny hyna. First, you talk all this shit about gangs and then giving me attitude since I first saw you. Shit, you gave me an attitude right when I sat down. And now, you’re asking me for a favor. Maybe food ain’t your thing, mamita. You should go for stand-up comedy.” “If I had any other choice, I would’ve took it but I don’t. So are you gonna do it?” Oscar sat in up in his seat, folded his broad hands, and leaned in close to you. “Protection ain’t free, mami.” You cleared your throat and tilted your head to avoid showing him that the look on his face kinda turned you on. Your fingers drummed on the table. “I know that. I’m willing to pay you for your tim-“ “Nah you not paying in money, hyna.” Oscar’s hands found yourself on the table and when you met his hands, you stopped thinking for a minute. You came back to your senses and removed your hands in disgust. “I rather have 99th street put a bullet in my fucking eye before I do that.” You hissed, gesturing to your left eye. “I don’t need sex from you, mami. Well, at least not now. But I need you to make it worth my while.” You shrugged your shoulders, completely defeated. “What do you want?” “How about you be my personal chef? Cook me and Cesar breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You do that and you, your employees, and your restaurant are under the protection of the Santos.” Oscar stuck his hand out to you. “Do we have a deal, mami?” You scowled at the man in front of you as he waited for your hand to meet his. To be honest, you rather slit your wrists than cook for him. But you’ll be cooking for Cesar too and you cared about Cesar. You knew he probably wasn’t having proper meals at home and you needed Santo protection. Fuck. You shook his hand. “You got a deal.” He slowly brought your hand to his lips, giving it a kiss, stood up, and left your restaurant. Simone emerged from the kitchen, staring at Oscar leaving and turned back to you, confused. “Wait what just happened?” You exhaled deeply, struggling to get your next words out. “I just made a deal with the devil.”

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lovecanbesostrange · 3 years

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DOES SHE ASK RUBY TO BITE DANI! |

Well, does she? And when, after a long time, when Dani finally sees the advantage and agrees to it... is it awkward?

Dani and Ruby have become friends. Ruby and Grace have become friends. All platonic, of course. But biting someone (and biting to turn them) is something... intimate. Like, you have to hold on there for a while. There are moans and gasps and usually that thing is only reserved for Regina (in Ruby's case) and Grace (in Dani's case).

So, do the partners that are not directly involded with this process just... stand there? Is Grace holding Dani's hand? Does Ruby ask "hum... excuse me" as she moves her mouth to Dani's skin (AND WHERE DOES SHE BITE HER, IS ANOTHER QUESTION). Does Ruby apologize after? Does she apologize that Grace had to watch it?

Does Regina have very jealous intimate interaction with Ruby later?

Those are the follow-up questions, I guess. Good luck.

Dear Lord...

You know I’m working on this THING that you and your anon put in my head. And you send me this meanwhile?! (While there is another ask in my inbox, well rather in the drafts, because I did start typing a response...)

You know full well that Regina will make a quip first, about how Granny got turned with that scratch on her arm. Quick and effective. Ruby gets offended.

“And you know that scar hurt her whole life afterwards! Also it was a traumatic event, I’m not here to give Dani nightmares about it.”

Regina huffs, mutters something about turning all saviors into werewolves now and leaves. Which alarms Ruby, because oh right, the snark is a defense mechanism. So they have a talk and once again Regina is reminded that there is this thing she doesn’t share with Ruby and all the ways Ruby keeps holding back. Has to hold back. So this is awkward indeed.

Fifteen minutes later Grace finally comes. “So, are you guys baili-” Yeah, okay, she just saw some sideboob, not here for that. (Well, not that sideboob anyway.)

She goes back in with this look in her eyes. Dani opens her arms inviting a hug. “We talked this through and have agreed it gives me an edge. Even Sarah agrees! Although I think she believed I was joking. Well, next full moon will be a surprise.”

“I hate surprises”, is all Grace mumbles into her shoulder.

Regina and Ruby come back into the motel room.

“Have you thought about where you want to,” Ruby gets flustered, because every phrase she can think of makes this sound so dirty.

Dani puts her hands on her body as if searching for the right spot, giving her own smooth skin a last once over. (She is wearing shorts and a tank top here, so there is lots of skin showing.)

“Just so we are clear, we are talking about a werewolf bite here, not some Anne Rice gay vampire romance embrace.” Regina is getting vibes she is not here for!

“Thanks, Regina for making it weird.”

“Just the shoulder would be good, I guess.”

“And if you wear a backpack? You want the straps to chafe?”

Ruby looks at Regina and holds up a finger with a silent ‘don’t you dare make Grace aware of the words she just used’. Regina smirks.

“So upper arm? I don’t want bite marks on my legs. And, well, definitely not anywhere else.”

Regina is trying so hard to hold back a comment about ‘biting her ass’.

“It’s a sensible choice, Dani.” Ruby tries to be so casual about this. But it’s not like she has ever bitten someone before. (She has eaten people. She has fucking literally eaten another human being.)

“Okay, so I’ll try to be quick. But also not too quick, I don’t want to bite your arm clean off. So, maybe it will be slow.” Yeah, nerves of steel. Not showing at all. “Also don’t be afraid. I mean, you’ve seen the wolf, it’s just me, teeth and all.”

Grace sits on the bed, back against the headboard, gesturing Dani to sit in front of her, leaning against her. “I’m gonna be here and it’s gonna be okay.”

Like always Regina is mesmerized by the moment her girlfriend casually transforms into a huge wolf. She hangs on to the red cloak Ruby was wearing.

Ruby nuzzles up against Dani, who is trembling a bit now. Who would be looking forward being bitten by a wild animal?! She has avoided growling dogs so often, how did she end up here?! Grace puts one of her arms around Dani, using the other to hold up Dani’s arm, supporting her. “You can look away, just like with needles.”

For a second Dani considers that, but then shakes her head. Ruby has her paws up on the bed, just the perfect height to.... bite her head clean off if she felt like it. But the golden eyes seem... warm... and kind.

There is a soft growl, maybe an instinct on Ruby’s part to warn of danger. The story of Little Red Riding Hood runs through Dani’s mind. ‘my what big teeth you have’ Damn, those are big and Dani watches as the teeth close around her flesh. Ruby had not been kidding, she could bite the whole arm off. Probably on accident if she sneezed right now. And so Dani held her breath.

Ouch, ouch, ouch. Teeth sink into flesh, Ruby is trying to find the right amount of force. She isn’t sure how deep the bite must be. She had always held onto a no-tiniest-scratch-at-all-policy, but she had no experience or frame of reference. (”Gonna ask Belle to research this subject for me.”)

Dani lets out a whimper, squeezing Grace’ arm around her. “Sssshhhh, it’s okay, Dani. Breathe, keep breathing, just breathe through the pain.” The skin gets torn apart and damn, Dani wishes Ruby would do this quick. But she also doesn’t want to lose her arm. Or just any flesh. The warm breath of Ruby on the slowly forming wound is something else. It’s agonizing. Even though she had endured worse pain in her life.

Blood starts dripping on the sheets. And it’s Regina who closes her eyes, because she can’t take it. It’s not that this scene before her is particularly gruesome. She doesn’t even mind disturbing this crazy form of intimacy. It’s the thought of Ruby tearing soldiers apart with those teeth and all the self-torturing guilt she still carried and only let Regina see in brief moments. That was what she could not stand.

Ruby stopped moving her jaws. Dani’s arm was trembling more and more, but Grace kept her up. Like waiting those few seconds after putting a stamp on paper.

And then it’s over. Ruby lets go and retreats to the corner of the room. She doesn’t want to draw attention to the fact that there is indeed blood to be licked up and well...

Regina goes over and throws the hood over Ruby, giving her a hug from behind before she even can stand up.

There is gaze on the nightstand and Grace grabs it, tending to the wound immediately. Okay, so the bite was no fun, but the rubbing alcohol is worse! But that is nothing compared to the fever Dani gets in the night.

She is wedged between Grace and Ruby holding her, having the weirdest fever dreams of animalistic terminators and magic used against nuclear bombs. And her senses go haywire, which is where Ruby keeps whispering in her ear that it will be okay, but it’s so clear.

They stay in this bubble for two days. Regina keeping a silent watch, wondering if this was the right choice.

#I hope you understand that I could've taken the easy way out here #on BtVS all it took for Oz to become a werewolf was a baby biting his finger!#konako #I don't even fully go here and look what you made me do #how do I even tag this?! I have no idea #a thousand words of I don't know what exactly...

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the-peak-of-despair · 4 years

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[V3 SPOILERS] Shuichi x s/o after the game

anon said: I’m watching Lucahjin on YouTube play the final trial and I just had a massive idea!! What if survivors (I’m referring to shuichi mainly) are able to meet someone who can help them regain their memories, and it turns out to be pregame!shuichi’s s/o? It’s got a lot of spoiler content so I totally understand if this is something you don’t wanna write but I thought of shuichi, and I know you like shuichi lol. 💕

I feel so bad for everyone else in my inbox right now cause this was like, one of the only asks I felt inspired to write for in weeks so I took it and ran- But this is a really cool idea! I’m not sure how people will take my small description of pregame!Shuichi, maybe another day I’ll go more in depth about him, but I hope you enjoy! It’s a tad bit long but honestly I cut it off where I could cause if I didn’t I’d be here with waay too many words for just one tumblr post, haha! -Mod Akane

Shuichi blinked his eyes slowly, before taking a big breath- like he’d been deprived of air for such a long time- and above him was a blank ceiling with a single light at it. He was confused, at most- last thing he remembered was exiting the fictional reality of Danganronpa with Maki and Himiko.

Maki and Himiko.. He sat up quickly, now worried about where they were. Were they next to him, had they wound up in different locations..?

He found himself in something that, if he had to guess, it looked like an actor’s dressing room. Considering the situation he had been in, he wasn’t necessarily too surprised. What did surprise him was the person sitting in the room with him, relaxed in the chair in front of a cliché mirror filled with lights.

“O-Oh, Shuma- Shuichi!” They blinked awake, clearly tired, as if they’d been waiting in that chair for a while.

“I- uhm.. Where am I?” He asked curiously as he looked down at himself. His cap was on his head again, and instead of that usual outfit he had worn in the game, it had been replaced with some sort of high school uniform he didn’t really recognize.

“It’s.. sort of like a backstage.. Like an actor’s dressing room, kinda thing. I’m not too sure myself, they didn’t tell me much..” The person trailed off as they stood up and approached the surface Shuichi had been lying on- which he realized was some kind of couch- a one slow step at a time, as if to not frighten him.

“Okay..” Shuichi thought for a second as he got his bearings. “Why.. am I here?”

“You ended Danganronpa.” They smile at him. “So since everyone exited that world, you came back here. And as far as I know, I’m here to help you gain back your memories of the real world.. Since I knew you before.” They chuckle under their breath a bit nervously, rubbing their arm and avoiding eye contact.

“Everyone?” Shuichi asks, perking up. “Even.. even those who died?”

They sigh, seemingly disappointed. “I-I’m not sure. I know you, Maki, and Himiko are back..” They took a second to breathe. “But I would assume that people like Kaede and Kaito are back, yeah. But I wasn’t allowed access to anywhere but here, so I don’t know.”

“Allowed… access?”

They took a seat next to Shuichi as he sat up properly on the couch. “Team Danganronpa, right? I don’t know why but they’re still really secretive of everything.. So someone guided me to this room and said to wait till you woke up, cause I’d be taking you home.”

“Taking me home?” Shuichi asks. “How did I… know you, before the game?”

They laugh nervously, looking towards the other side of the room. “I-I’m- well, I was, I guess- your s/o.”

Shuichi’s face lit up bright red. He had an s/o? Well, he supposed that’s why they looked familiar.. And a tad attractive… he didn’t think that, no, shut up, that didn’t happen- “O-oh! I-I’m sorry..”

He took a second to breathe. He had really left behind an s/o, just for the game..? What was he like? ..what was this world like?

“Don’t worry about it!” They looked back at him, smiling, even if their face was turning warm and it looked like they were about to cry out of glossy, pretty eyes. “I can’t blame you. But we’re both here now, so I mean.. Enjoy what I can, y’know? Oh! You.. probably forgot, but my name is (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)...” He repeated in a low tone, thinking to himself.. “I like your name.” He gives them a small smile, trying to be reassuring at the least. He couldn’t help but feel guilty.. He had left behind such a selfless and caring person.. For what? Lifelong trauma and potential survivors guilt?

He can’t help but think of Kaede, and wonder if he would’ve felt different- if things would’ve been different- if he had remembered this person, and known he had someone so important waiting for him.

They let out a small sniffle, which scares Shuichi slightly- had he done something wrong? “Ah- sorry!” They apologize, and despite the tears they’re wiping away, they’re smiling. “I just- that’s the same thing you had said when we first met, haha..”

“I-It’s okay!” Shuichi stutters, turning to them. “D-Don’t worry about it..” he trails off.

They take a second to recollect themself. “Is there anything you wanna know? About before you entered the game?” They ask, once they’ve calmed down enough and momentarily stopped their tears.

“..What was I like, before everything?” He asks. “What were… what were we like?”

They chuckle. “You were really sweet, and always nervous.. You got so nervous, you always asked me before you even held my hand or hugged me. You call me sweetheart and you were such a huge fan of murder mysteries, and detective stories..” They finally make the will to make eye contact with Shuichi. “Not much changed. And I had given you that hat, and you always wore it.”

Shuichi watches them as they talk, and wonders how lucky he was that past him had scored some so.. Amazing. It’s almost a habit when he asks; “D-Do you mind if I hug you?” And for a second he doesn’t even realize what he said until they sniffle, on the verge of crying again.

“Y-Yeah.” They smile, and as Shuichi pulls them in albeit with hesitation, he can’t help but feel like he belonged in their arms. Warm and welcoming, as if despite how much time had passed and how everything had happened, they were still there and they still loved him, no matter what. The mind forgot, but the subconscious remembered.

“I-I was so scared..” They sniffle, face buried in the crux of his neck as he rests his hands on their back, allowing them to cry. “I-If you had died, in the game, e-even if I had known it was fictional, I don't know what I would’ve done.. I-I mean, I- just.. Everything.. You went through, and I-I felt so bad, g-god I spent ni-nights just..”

(Y/N) entirely melted in his arms, letting everything go and finally spilling about it all, the fear they had felt, how they spent more time than they’d admit to others just crying because of what had happened and how bad they felt, and all in the end..

“H-Hey, it’s okay..” Shuichi comforted, and this entire scenario felt out of character but somewhere he knew that this is what was meant to happen. That, even if he had forgotten, and everything had changed, here was someone who cared for him and loved him, and in the end no matter what happened that when it was over they would be there. “I-I’m here now, aren’t I-I, sweetheart..?”

In his heart he was worried and wondering about everyone else in the game, those people who had suffered, that had died, that had survived, and the thought of if they’d still be the same or if anything had really changed lingered, but for a fleeting moment he didn’t mind staying right here.

It was grounding, in a world where it felt like he knew nothing and nowhere to go, where everything was wildly different from what he knew, to know someone was there, and that he was there for that someone, and that things would get better.

#shuichi saihara #ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 #v3 spoilers #killing harmony #killing harmony spoilers #shuichi saihara x reader #fluff #comfort #shuuichi saihara #shuuichi saihara x reader #mod akane #why is it so hard to find shuichi gifs #holy shit #i sat here for 20 mins like where the fuck

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antichristsxbox · 4 years

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Ravenous

Summary: You and your husband, Michael Langdon, just arrived at Outpost Three.

From the writer: Hey guys! This is the first-ever smut piece/drabble/writing/anything I’ve posted! I really hope you enjoy it. I’d like to say a huge thank you to @jocelynscloset for proofreading this and giving me suggestions. If you have any requests for me, hit up my inbox or messages! Also, let me know if you’d like to be on my tag list for future posts. If you like this, feel free to check out some of the other things I’ve written here. :)

Word count: 2,047

Background knowledge is in Italics:

There was no need for you to ever kill for blood when you had your sweet, unlimited supply in the form of your amazing husband. He had his cravings fixed with you as you had yours fixed with him; he could heal your wounds as well as his own instantly after he was through feeding off of you (and vice versa when you fed from him). He had inoculated you, but only because you wanted to be with him forever. The ancient virus allows for both of you to be forever intertwined, always in need of your other half.

The Outpost seemed to be in order, although you had just arrived with Michael a few hours ago. Your husband was running a bath while you sat near the fire and read. Inside here is much better than where you were a few hours ago— a carriage with only a thin layer separating you from the nuclear wasteland you once called home. This outpost even seems more upscale than the others. There’s decorative furniture, a library with floor-to-ceiling bookcases full of books, and every room has its own armoire full of different styles of clothing, depending on rank in Ms. Venable’s order. While there was still clothing available at your disposal, you and Michael had each brought a chest of clothing that is more your style.

“You’re wearing that?”

You turn around to meet Michael’s gaze as you hear his voice. His blonde hair looks darker than usual when it’s wet, and his entire upper body is exposed and adorned with little droplets of water while his lower body is covered with a towel. You stand up to walk over and place a hand on his toned bicep— you look up to meet his gaze once again before leaning in for a kiss.

“Why would I not? How else would these shoes be visible?” you say, cocking your head to one side before turning around to sit back down. Your dress isn’t even revealing. It’s a red, off-the-shoulder, A-line dress with a voluminous skirt that stops above your knees. Your shoes are covered in thousands of clear gems, and the red bottoms are accentuated by your red dress. The neckline looks even better with your Tiffany chain choker, heart tag hanging down a few inches above where the dress covers your chest.

After Michael is finished getting ready, you exit your suite and link arms with the sexiest Antichrist you know. Your heels and his shoes click down the hallway, all the way until you enter the foyer of the Outpost.

Hushed conversation turns to silence as you and Michael fully reveal yourselves from the shadows and step in front of the fireplace. Michael introduces himself, then you, and goes on to explain the ‘situation’ of the Outpost currently. It could be overrun or invaded, or the residents could simply run out of food and starve. He states he must conduct interviews to see who is fit to go to the Sanctuary, but you know of his real plans already.

“Any questions?” he asks, and the silence is broken by a hushed conversation filling the chamber again.

“Look at that thing, you could go ice skating on that,” a blonde boy whispers to somebody who seems like she could be his grandmother. He gestures to look over your direction, and you soon realize the blonde boy is referencing your 20-karat, emerald-cut ring that sits on your left ring finger. It’s a true eye-popper, Michael had outdone himself and absolutely hit it out of the park with this ring. You turn to look at the boy and lady, and their hushed chatter falls flat at your gaze.

The boy then pipes up to ask what would happen if somebody does not get chosen for the Sanctuary, and Michael then showcases the cyanide pills— they could be used to commit suicide before cannibals could eat the residents alive. Being eaten dead seems much less painful.

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“Baby, I’m fiending,” you say, sitting down in your chair near the fireplace as Michael opens the closet and hangs up his jacket. You reach behind your back to loosen the corset on your dress.

“But are we fiending for the same thing?” he says in an uppity tone as he walks behind your chair and helps you loosen the corset, then pushes your off-the-shoulder sleeves down even further until you’re half-naked with only a skirt and a pair of high heels on.

His steps soften as he takes off his shoes and approaches the front of your chair. You spread your legs as he walks closer and he leans down on one knee in an attempt to be eye-level with you sitting down. You scoot towards the edge of your seat as he draws himself in closer to you. His lips make contact with yours as he wraps an arm around your back to pull you in. A cold, hard object is placed in your hand as Michael break the kiss and hands you his knife, one hand still pressed firmly to your back.

“I’m all yours,” he says, releasing the knife to your grasp then taking that arm under both of your legs so he could carry you to the bed. The silky sheets making contact with your bare skin as you lay down is soothing. A hand tugs at the bottom of your skirt, and you push the rest of the dress off and throw it to the floor as to not get it bloody from what’s going to come. You’re now only in a pair of high heels and a black thong. Sheets are exclusively red for you and Michael, any other color would get stained too easily. Your Antichrist begins to undress and lays down next to you when he’s only in his black boxers and socks. You sit up and turn over so you could straddle his waist. A thin stream of blood is released as you make a small cut on Michael’s chest. Your lips meet his before traveling down his neck, collarbone, and eventually the small gash a couple inches below his collarbone. Now, your front is pressed against his as you lap up the crimson stream coming from his chest.

“You’re not hungry, Babe?” you ask, breaking contact with Michael’s chest.

His response is to place one hand on the small of your back while the other makes its way to your panties. You’ve been so enticed with the blood, you haven’t noticed how wet you’ve become between your legs. Panties are shoved to the side as a finger makes its way to your wet entrance.

“I’m hungry for something else, Babe,” he says, pumping in and out of you before adding a second finger. Not forgetting what you’re here for, you go back to lapping up blood from his chest, letting out the occasional moan when his fingers hit you in a good spot. He’s still below you while you’re laying on top of him, getting fucked by his fingers and drinking in his life force from him. After you’ve finished with your feeding, he heals himself, but leaves the remaining blood on his chest for fun. Your face is surely covered in red, but he finds it hot, he insists. Hands travel down to his boxers, and you tug at them to release his cock from its tight confines. It springs up, ready for you.

Shuffling down his body until you reach his waist, you hover above him in an attempt to tease. His blue eyes appear darker in the candlelight, but they glisten as you begin to lower yourself. Slowly, very slowly, you take in his head, then take him in at about an inch at a time. This goes on for over a minute, and Michael is wriggling below you, desperate for movement and friction (although he would never admit that out loud, there’s no way he could hide his slight whimpers and his hips bucking up towards you). After you’ve taken him all in, you sit on top of him and stay still, a smirk grazing your lips as you look down at your husband, beads of sweat beginning to form at his forehead. Before you know it, Michael has grabbed your back with one hand, legs with the other, and flipped you over. Now, you lay on your back as he’s perched between your legs.

“Baby, you know I can’t handle you when you tease me like that,” he says, spreading your legs further before he begins thrusting in and out of you. When he takes control like this, it’s incredibly arousing for you. Your wetness is excessive at this point, and Michael is gliding with ease between your legs. Muscles tense below your pelvis, and you know your peak is near. Moans escape your mouth as Michael quickens his pace, anticipating what you knew as well. Before you could be sent over the event horizon of your orgasm, Michael pulls completely out of you.

“What? Baby, why?” you whine, looking up at him and batting your lashes.

“Mhm, you’re such a tease, doll, you should really apologize for that, it’s not very nice,” Michael goes on between raspy breaths, but a smirk remains plastered on his face. You could tell that he was close as well, possibly getting more turned on as you speak. There’s a hint of smugness in his tone, as he knows you want him back where you had him, and you’d likely say what you needed to for him to be between your legs again.

There aren’t many ways you could make this sound good without it coming out as sarcasm, but you had to think quick before Michael loses attention as well as blood flow.

“Please, Baby, I’m sorry for teasing, you know I like games, forgive me,” you go on, beginning to grind your hips up on him, your body begging for his to come together with his again. He throws his head back at your touch and aggressively slams back into you, forceful enough to knock the breath out of your lungs and bring your hungry desire to a point in all one motor. You clench around his length as he continues to move in and out— your moans filling the room, and you almost forget where you are until you realize to quiet down again. However, right when your moans stop, Michael begins to release as his thrusts become erratic but deep. His uneven and rough grunts take the place of your soft moans. His hands begin to tangle in your hair and tug, causing you to lean back and feel him inside you from a different (but even better) angle. Michael’s beautiful face now contorted, mouth agape, eyes closed, brows furrowed. A steady rhythm of him rocking back and forth between your legs. Sex with Michael is more or less a routine for you two, due to how passionate and crazy for each other as you are. But, every time there is something different you notice; it brings a new element of excitement and passion on top of what you already feel. Now, it’s the way his balls slap against your wet heat with every thrust he takes. A consistent, strong sensation that keeps you enticed even after your climax.

The most powerful sensation is when he slams against you as he bottoms out, then fills you with his warmth— you could feel him moving inside you with every individual release and pulse. Michael collapses on you for a moment, burying his chin between your head and shoulder as he begins to slowly pull out from you. Soft kisses are placed on your neck as he wraps his arms around you and curls up next to you.

“Thank you,” he says, looking up at the ceiling, eyes glazed over with tiredness, pleasure, or both.

“I should be thanking you, Babe,” you say, retrieving a washcloth from your nightstand and wiping the now semi-dried blood from your face and chest.

“Let me know when you’re hungry, I love you,” you say with a smile before blowing out the candle on your nightstand and pulling the silky sheets over you and Michael.

“I love you too.”

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Tag list: @langdonsoceaneyes @ms-mead

#michael langdon #michael langdon smut #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon imagine

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 5 years

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Say It Again (SMUT)

anonymous said: could write a smut that features joe mazzello where he has a HUGE impregnation kink plssss

(a/n: the impregnation kink scares me as a baby hater but also would let any of them take me raw so I am… conflicted. Anyways here u go heyooo i’m back for a moment - finishing up all the requests in my inbox and then i should have requests open sometime next week!!!!)

You found Joe’s fetish by pure accident, in a completely joking moment. Well, it was a completely joking moment at first. How quickly it would turn into more was something you never anticipated – even then, the situation it led to was a welcome surprise.

It was obvious he’d always wanted to be a dad. His nephews were his world, and he went into full dad mode every time he was around them. So, of course, kids were in the cards for you two – however, you were holding off because you wanted to make sure the time was right before you jumped into something so serious. But you never would have guessed that you getting pregnant was something that got Joe so wired. And in the heat of the moment, you realized that maybe it was something you were ready for.

“I just think that maybe the German team deserved better, sue me!” Joe threw his hands up in the air dramatically, shrugging and giving you a sour look as he sat across the couch from you, clearly upset that you thought the Bellas deserved the Worlds gold.

“I just think that blah blah meh,” you mocked teasingly, Joe narrowing his eyes playfully as he crossed his arms. “You’re just salty because the Bellas are clearly superior to Das Sound Machine.”

“You take that back!” he gasped, standing up quickly. When you didn’t, he took an annoyingly long inhale, then huffed at you and stomped off towards the bedroom, yelling about your opinion and how wrong it was. Rolling your eyes, you climbed up from the couch and followed him to the bedroom, listening as he ranted the whole way there.

When it finally got quiet and he sat down on the bed, sighing, you raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. “Are you going to be okay, drama queen?”

“I don’t even know who you are any more,” he groaned melodramatically, clearly joking, but still playing a very convincing upset part while he pressed his hands to his face, sighing. “You’re not the same woman I married 40 years ago.”

Okay. That part was less convincing. You snorted at Joe, deciding not to point out that he wasn’t even in existence 40 years ago, much less married, and you walked over to the bed, crawling on top of him and laying your head on his chest as you straddled him. “Don’t be such a baby back bitch.”

“I want a divorce!” he claimed loudly, despite the lack of rings on either of your fingers, and you laughed as you shook your head, deciding to play along after all. “I can’t believe we had all these kids together, and they grew up to be mindless Bellas fans like you.”

“You’re being so dramatic, it’s not like you’re the one who got knocked up,” you replied playfully, still keeping your head resting on his chest. One of his hands found your waist, resting there casually, and you giggled softly at the ticklish feeling it briefly gave you before you continued. “After all, you were the one who came in me.”

Joe was quiet, eerily quiet, and his grip on your waist tightened as a heavy tension settled over the room. Hearing his heart start to race a bit, you furrowed your eyebrows and sat up, looking down at your boyfriend, who was a bit red in the face and almost stoic in expression as you cupped his jaw.

“You alright?” you wondered aloud, running your thumb along his jaw as he shifted beneath you, looking somewhat uncomfortable. Had you taken it too far? Was this an uncomfortable topic for him?

“Say that again,” he murmured, almost too quiet to hear, and you raised an eyebrow as you wondered whether you’d heard him right. He nodded as if he read your mind, clearing his throat a bit. “Before what you last said. Say it, please.”

A bit of realization dawned on you as you recalled what you’d said moments ago, and you chewed on your lip as it became apparent to you that Joe might have a breeding kink. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he just liked sex without a condom, but the shallow breathing that just one sentence from you had induced said otherwise.

“You came in me,” you restated, Joe’s fingers digging into your side as he let out a shaky breath, groaning softly. His eyelids fluttered for a moment, but then shot right back open as he stared up at you, an intense burning in his hazel gaze that nearly made you shrivel from how unbelievably hot it was. So Joe was into that? You scooted back a bit as he sat up on one elbow, dropping his other hand from your waist and grazing his fingertips over your hip before he let it come to rest on your thigh, gripping it just tight enough to let you know he was there.

“C’mere, babe,” he muttered, and you couldn’t help but smash your lips to his, overwhelmed by how quickly the situation had shifted over into something so sensual, so real. But he met your lips with the exact same energy, moving in sync with you as your bodies pressed together, both of you sinking back down onto the bed as the kiss deepened. His tongue was soon delving into your mouth, tasting, exploring, and swirling around your own – meanwhile, his hand that was once on your thigh slid upwards. His fingertips snuck under the hem of your shorts, gliding over your skin just as easily as the moan of your name that tumbled forth from his mouth when you pulled away from the kiss and moved your lips to his neck. “You don’t know what you do to me sometimes, sweetheart,” he mumbled, his free hand moving to weave into your hair as he reveled in the feeling of your bites and kisses along his neck.

“Did you like that?” you asked, your voice slightly muffled by his skin as you continued to pepper love bites along his collarbone, not wanting him to see the slight blush that was overtaking your face as you prepared your next words. This was uncharted territory, and you had no idea how far Joe was wanting to take it, so you were slowly testing the boundaries, seeing where things went. “You wanna come in me? Take me raw?”

“Oh, Jesus,” he barely breathed out, his voice trembling as he heard your words. Making a note to yourself that you were on the right track, you waited to see what he did next as you pulled away, tugging your shirt off and tossing it to the side. But you didn’t even have to wait long, Joe being so excited about the situation he immediately launched into a sort of babble that made you wonder how long he’d been compartmentalizing it all. His lips were swollen from the previous kisses, holding back nothing as he practically whined. “Yes. So, so bad. Wanna fuck you raw, fill you up. Put a baby in you.”

Woah. The shock must have registered on your face because he was immediately sitting up, cupping your face and apologizing profusely, but you cut him off before he could feel too embarrassed. “Joe, Joe, Joe,” you crooned, cutting him off and taking his hands in yours as you pulled them away from your face. He silenced, still looking slightly regretful, but he waited patiently for you to speak, holding in his apologies for the moment. “It’s okay,” you reassured, moving his hands to your ass and resting them there before draping your arms over his shoulder as mild confusion flitted over his face. “Don’t just talk the talk,” you murmured, your lips brushing up against his for a moment before you gave him a brief, chaste kiss, giving him a moment to process what you were saying.

And it did take a moment, but then his eyes widened, and he could barely stop himself before he was stumbling over his words. Instead, he cleared his throat, then let out a shaky exhale and asked, “You mean it?”

One nod from you and he was on you like Velcro, flipping the both of you over and moving up so you were comfortably resting against the pillows. They were a gentle presence cushioning your shoulders and head, while Joe’s motions were the antithesis – his lips worked desperately against you, his hands tugging your shorts down eagerly in erratic, hurried motions. But you didn’t mind the contrast. The fact that he was this excited to fuck you was enough to make a shiver run down your spine, and the shallow, sharp breathing that punctuated his movements signaled to you that he couldn’t slow down if he tried.

To take the attention off of his shaky attempts to undress you, you kicked your shorts off before tugging at the string to his sweatpants, willing him to take them off himself while you rid yourself of your panties. He obliged, pushing his sweatpants off and tossing them to the side before also ridding himself of his shirt. Now, he hovered over you with just his boxers on, and you could tell he was already painfully hard by the way his cock strained against the fabric.

A small smile played at the corner of your lips as you tugged his boxers down, looking up at him, and the way he smiled back made your heart melt for just a second. Just a second, because then he was working on taking his boxers off, his eyes roaming down your body as he did so. When he finally sprung free of the restraint, you weren’t sure what you were expecting him to do next, so when he laid on his chest between your legs and started trailing slow, sweet kisses up your inner thigh, you were genuinely taken aback. For being in such a hurry moments ago, he seemed to really want to take his time with this part, and you weren’t sure you were ready for the change in pace. Joe being so desperate to get you undressed had gotten you riled up, so now you were a bit frustrated that he’d hit the brakes.

As his mouth neared your core, a small mumble from him distracted you from all of your curiosities and frustrations. “Have I ever told you I love you?” he asked, thought it was sort of a redundant question. Joe was always telling you how much he loved you – in fact, he kind of never shut up about it.

“Once or twice,” you murmured back, a playful edge to your voice, but it was quickly eradicated as Joe delved his tongue into your folds. Licking one long stripe upwards, he mumbled a response again, the vibrations stimulating your clit ever-so-slightly and making you shiver.

“Well, I fucking love you.” Then his tongue was on your clit, applying pressure to it just to play with you, and you let out a low moan as you used all of your remaining willpower not to grind on his tongue. “You’re so beautiful. And you’re gonna look so gorgeous when I-“

“Joe,” you whimpered, upset at the loss of his tongue already, and his hazel eyes met your gaze questioningly as you let out a soft huff, raising an eyebrow to imply something you didn’t really want to say out loud that bad. “Please.”

He hummed in amusement for a moment, then his eyes flicked back down to his original focus before his mouth was on you again, this time easily devouring you. Squirming in pleasure, you couldn’t help but let out filthy strings of curses as his tongue dipped in and out of you, exploring places that made your head spin. And his nose rubbing up against your clit as he shamelessly ate you out was just a bonus – by the time you were able to get a grasp on something, his hair, you were already halfway to your orgasm just from his mouth alone.

His tongue brushed up against your clit again before he placed an open-mouthed kiss on it and sucked it lazily. And finally, you managed to choke it out. “Joe, I-I need you inside me.”

“Yeah? My fingers?” he muttered, just a hint of a sultry gravel tone to his voice as he pulled away from your core for a moment, about to move his hand from where it had been resting on your hip. But you stopped him, grabbing his wrist, and his eyes flew up to meet yours curiously.

“No,” you almost whispered, shaking your head as you let go of his wrist. Spreading your legs out just a bit more, you moved your other hand from where it had been tangled in his hair. Taking his chin in between your forefinger and thumb, you ignored your own wetness that decorated the lower parts of his face as you gave him as serious of a look as you could manage when you were completely fucked out from his mouth. Admiring how wickedly good he looked like this for a moment, you smiled just a bit before regaining your composure. “Fuck me. No condom.”

“Oh, Christ,” he muttered, almost sounding like he was praising the holy one as much as he was cursing him. Crawling up so he was hovering over you, he rested his weight on one elbow while taking himself in the other hand, running the tip of his already-swollen cock up through your folds to position himself as you chewed on your lip. “You sure about this? You know what it means, right?��

“Damn right I do,” you replied quickly, still looking Joe straight in the eye, and he groaned obscenely loud before lining up at your entrance, short, quick breaths leaving his mouth. To silence himself from being any louder, he crashed his lips to yours one last time, muffling a soft groan that had been threatening to follow the first, but you coaxed it out of him anyways when you slipped your tongue into his mouth, swirling it around his own.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl,” he muttered as he reluctantly separated from the kiss, and before you could make a joke about his choice of words, he was pushing into you, the feeling of him without a condom not alien but definitely not very familiar – it had been a while, practically years. It was so much more real, for the both of you – you could tell by the way Joe’s mouth dropped open as he bottomed out that he was on cloud 9, and he hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet. “God, you feel so good. Holy shit, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“Beats me,” you breathed out, your eyelids fluttering closed as you relaxed and adjusted to the feeling of him filling you, your head sinking back into the pillow and your lips staying slightly parted. Joe sat up, shamelessly ogling the sight of you in complete relaxation as he wrapped your legs around his waist, resting his hands on your thighs. And then he was moving, his hips canting forward against yours as he started out slow, just rocking in and out of you and making blissful sounds of satisfaction tumble out of your lips.

Joe was just as pleased, his breath catching in his throat as he marveled at how incredible he felt at the moment. So when you murmured for him to go faster, he obliged willingly, speeding up his thrusts and going deeper and deeper as one of his hands slid up to find purchase on your waist, gripping it tightly. The sound of skin on skin started to fill the room, Joe starting to pound into you as the realization of what was taking place washed over him once again. He couldn’t help himself as he realized he was really doing this, his hips snapping forward eagerly and slamming into you as you responded with a simple whimper, too overwhelmed by pleasure to form words.

“Jesus Christ-“ he muttered, mainly to himself, and his head fell back a bit as he sped up for a small spell, desperately fucking into you and making you whimper his name in pleasure. “Fuckkkk,” he groaned, finally slowing back down a bit and taking his time to thrust deep and hard. “So fucking good, baby girl, you feel so good.”

“God, you feel fucking amazing too,” you managed to breathe out, overwhelmed by how much more sensitive you were as Joe took you raw. You could feel how impossibly veiny and hard he was, every slight ridge on his cock stimulating you in all kinds of ways as you quickly felt yourself approaching your high. “Faster, bubs, I’m so close.”

“Faster?” Joe asked, nodding before starting to thrust faster again, grunting in pleasure as he did so. “Oh Christ, I- Babe, I won’t last much longer if I keep going this fast.”

“That’s okay, Joe, just fucking cum in me,” you breathed out, your hand reaching down to take the one of his that was resting on your hip. He laced your fingers together, then resumed the position on your waist.

“Baby, that’s so hot,” he almost growled, his hips suddenly slowing down as he gazed down at you with a dazed, lustful expression. He waited expectantly, still moving his hips, but only half as fast as he spoke again. “Say it again.”

“Cum in me, Joe!” you almost whined, frustrated at the slowing of the pace again. But your words sparked another excitement in Joe that sent him into an animalistic frenzy, his hips meeting yours flush as your heels dug into his lower back, pulling him in even closer, if that was possible. Desperately chasing both of your highs, your mouth kept rambling as he fucked into you, his hooded eyes nearly completely closed as his lips remained somewhat parted, small grunts of approval leaving them every once in a while. “Fill me up! Don’t stop until it’s leaking out of me. C’mon, babe.”

“Oh my god,” Joe muttered, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he felt his high getting threateningly close from your words. His thrusts were hard and quick, but getting sloppier by the second. “M’gonna cum, baby girl. Gonna put my seed in you. Oh shit, oh f-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you were clenching around him, crying out his name brokenly as you hit your climax, your back arching up off the bed just a bit. And your orgasm triggered his, pulling him over the edge and eliciting a litany of swear words forth from his lips as he buried himself inside of you, releasing with a shattered groan.

When he finally pulled out after both of you had ridden out your highs, he quickly had to grab a few tissues from the bedside table as his cum actually did start to seep out of you, threatening to ruin the sheets you’d just washed a couple days ago. He cleaned you up, then himself, and proceeded to collapse on the bed next to you.

There were no words to be said after something like that. All that was supposed to be spoken had already been said in the heat of the moment, and now there was nothing left to do but snuggle back into your boyfriend’s embrace as he pulled you into a snuggling session, his toned arms pulling you back against him as he spooned you.

But after a while of enjoying the silent company, you had to say it. It was on your mind, and there was no more waiting.

“You know, I’m not exactly psyched that this just happened because of Pitch Perfect…. You’re kind of fucked up, Mazzello.”

A deliriously happy laugh bubbled up from Joe’s chest, tickling the back of your ear as he nuzzled your hair, one of his hands coming to rest on your stomach. His fingers splayed out and rested there, cradling a nonexistent baby bump that he was already ready for just minutes afterwards. And then, he replied. “Let’s name our kid after that guy from Das Sound Machine.”

“No! I’m officially removing you from the naming committee, that was a terrible suggestion. Ben is now in your place. Hope you’re happy!”

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bi-cookie · 4 years

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Are you still open for requests? Can I ask one fluff of Eiko Matsunaga x mc? 7- “I’m melting, I can’t take it you are too cute.” Perhaps Eiko interacting with Zoe?

“ Ferris Wheel”

⇾ 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: Selena Day x Eiko Matsunaga

⇾ 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘆: a trip to the town’s fair leads to a love confession.

⇾ 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1.4k

⇾ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀): fluff / alma being a nugget / typos?

⇾ 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱: 7# – fluff // dialogue prompt list

⇾ 𝗔/𝗡: I truly apologize of how long this has taken. This has been in my inbox since last December and I didn’t wanna mess up Eiko’s character so I took my time w this, doing my research and all that. I hope I didn’t mess this up and I apologize in advance cuz it’s me and I probably effed something up. I changed how the prompt is used i hope you don’t mind, it just fits the course of the story. Once again I’m sorry and enjoy.

It was a scorching hot summer day; perfect for a day at the fair. The sky was dotted with a few candy-floss clouds. The entrance could be seen in the distance and the long queues edged forward slowly. People were becoming increasingly excited and impatient as they took a few steps forward every so often. Faint music could be heard from beyond the tall gates with the occasional happy scream suddenly piercing the air. Closer to the entrance and the massive structures of the rides could be seen: a rollercoaster, a big Ferris wheel, a helter-skelter. Below, kids stood watching, eating their sweets and snacks. Ice creams wobbled perilously over the cones and dripped down their small fingers as they melted from the summer heat.

Eiko and Selena walked in hand in hand with Zoey trailing right behind them, as she admired the fair and occasionally screamed about the space-themed games, all the while both Eiko and her mother would smile and encourage her to try the rocket launch wheel.

After running around all day, from one booth to another stuffing their faces with every cheesy fair food there is and after Eiko won a stuffed bunny for the little space princess (that’s Eiko’s nickname for Zoey) at the ring toss, to which Zoey decided to name Saturn (it was her favorite plant because it has 62 moons). On their way to the rocket launch wheel, they bumped into Alma and Levi.

[ one small talk and bad mom puns later ]

Selena pulled Alma aside near a ring toss booth,

“Hey, I know this might not be the right time and this probably your day off, but can I ask you for a favor ?”

“Point me to the body and it’ll be gone before you know it.”

“What no that’s-“

“It doesn’t matter now it’s gone and yes I’ll be your alibi.” Alma winked at her friend.

Giggling the mother gave her friend an eye roll.

“I’m kidding. I’m kidding. Unless there is a body and In that case of course. What can I do for you babes?”

“Never change Alma, never change. So anyways I wanted to take Eiko on a Ferris wheel ride you know trying to do this whole romantic thing and I’m kinda gonna drop the ‘L’ word and maybe.. kinda of.. sort of.. ask her to be my girlfriend?”

“The ‘L’ word? You mean Lesbian?”

Shoving playfully at her friend’s shoulder, Selena laughed.

“Alright say no more, Levi and I were headed to the hall of mirrors we’ll happily take Zoey with us. Go ahead do ya thing. I ship you guys so hard. GO!”

After saying goodbye to everyone and making sure that Zoey was okay with this, the two lovers went on their way hand in hand once again.

The line was a bit long at the Ferris wheel, but it was good a thing; because it gave Selena time to rehearse what to say to Eiko when they would be up high in the sky. This also spiked up her anxiety level to an impossible rate. I mean there she was about to ask this magnificent, beautiful, brilliant, breathtaking woman to be her girlfriend. after the hell she went through her whole life and recently with the custody battle you’d think she could face anything by now, she’d fear nothing. And for the most part, it was true. yes, she had no fears anymore well maybe one fear... what if Eiko doesn’t feel the same? What if she says no? What if she wants to keep it casual ... all these thoughts and what-ifs raced through her mind as she took a step forward into the line. Soon enough it was their turn.

The rest of the people in line got into the other empty carriages, and the operator started up the ride. Selena and Eiko’s carriage pulled up into the air.

As they sat side by side Selena was muttering the courage to take the first step and just come out and say it, but all she could think about was how close they were. Their thighs were almost touching, and that small, one-inch space seemed to be electrically charged. She has been with Eiko multiple times they have been dating for a while but they’ve never been this close and it drove her wild, her heart almost leaped out of her chest.

From this height, everything seemed so small–so far away–but Eiko was right there, so close to her. The rest of the fair, the rest of the town, the rest of the world, was just a backdrop behind her. All the people, the rides, the sounds, they all blended into the background, it’s like time froze at that moment.

The air was cold; a slight breeze blew through Selena’s jacket and lifted a tuft of Eiko’s hair up. And even though she was a hundred feet in the up in the air, with the whole town below her, that didn’t faze her at all. What made her stomach flip was the sight of the brilliant woman sitting next to her.

Being with her made Selena’s heart bump at the speed of light, being in her presence sent heat traversing through her body, being with her took her breath away. The sky was full of stars. The fair was full of light, and the young brunette was more certain than before that she was absolutely in love with one doctor Eiko Matsunaga.

The wind blew past them again, carrying with it the faint smell of candy apples and the distant sound of people cheering, and Selena knew that this was the right moment.

“Hey, Eiko,” she started, looking out a the fair around them. “I have to tell you something.”

Her breath caught in her throat,

Trying with all her might to steady her beating heart, she took a deep breath and held on to the hem of her top for dear life.

“What?” the brilliant doctor whispered turning around a bright smile on her face.

“I, uh, I don’t know how to say this, oh dear god,” Selena stopped again letting out a shaky breath this time.

Eiko watched as her date tried to find the right words. all the while trying her hardest to keep from erupting with happiness.

She knew what Selena was trying to get at because she felt the exact same way.

“IM IN LOVE WITH YOU!” The brunette blurted out practically screaming.

A few seconds of silence went by and Selena wished the earth would swallow her whole.

When suddenly Eiko erupted into a fit of laughter “I’m melting, I can’t take it you’re too cute.”

The young doctor reached over for one of her soon-to-be-girlfriend’s hand; interlacing their fingers and closing in the space between them. No amount of stars or lights in the night could compare to the brightness Selena saw shining in Eiko’s eyes.

The young brunette let out a relived sigh, feeling like the weight of the world had been taken off of her shoulders. They both kept eye contact with each other, neither of them moving, both only inches apart.

“I love you too.” Eiko smiled, closing in the short distance between them, keeping her eyes closed mostly in fear of how strongly her heart was beating.

Their lips met, and the world stopped.

All around them, the fair faded away. There were no lights from other rides. There was no music. There were no other people. The stars didn’t even exist anymore. It was just them in their own little piece of infinity.

Selena felt as light as a feather. If not for the warmth of Eiko's lips, she would’ve thought she was floating, already high above the fair, past the stars, somewhere in a milky way.

They pulled away from each other, both with their eyes closed too, savoring the moment, and stretching their little infinity a bit longer. When Selena opened her eyes, she found Eiko staring back at her, making her stomach do backflips.. hell at this point it’s a full-on acrobat team down there.

“So does this mean I can call you my girlfriend now? Because I’ve been dying to get matching t-shirts.” Selena asked with a huge smirk on her face.

“Yes to the girlfriend part, and how about matching helmets so whenever my beautiful, sexy, smart, wonderful girlfriend would need a ride home, we’d be prepared.”

Blushing crimson at the way the word ‘girlfriend’ left Eiko’s lips, Selena nodded in content.

The Ferris wheel started moving again and startled Selena who had forgotten where they were entirely.

Sitting back against the seat–this time with no space between both of them beamed with joy, and for the first time in their lives they were blissfully happy.

Fin.

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manrocket-mo · 5 years

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Little Rose - Morgan Rielly

requested: yes (by anons)

prompt(s): “Mo introducing his new born to his team mates” and “Morgan letting you pick the name of your child“

word count: 1,337

author’s note: this is another response to a couple of Mo Appreciation Night asks sent to me. I’m slowly getting through them but I will answer all of the asks in my inbox! if you’d like more of these, you can check out the Morgan Rielly Appreciation Night and/or Masterlist pages on my blog!

When your baby girl came into the world, you and Morgan spent the first few hours by yourselves doting over her. It wasn’t until later in the day, after hours of bonding and a nap before your parents join you. It was very important to the both of you that you make a connection early with your little baby, enjoying just taking in her tiny features, a little bit of you and a little bit of Morgan. Shirley and Andy were the first to join, over the moon at their first grandchild. Your parents much the same. You were enjoying the company and the surge of happiness that came with the arrival of the littlest Rielly.

But nothing could prepare you for what was to come.

As soon as you gave Morgan the go-ahead, he sent a message that baby Rielly had arrived to his teammates. Within the hour, you had Mo’s teammates coordinating visiting hours so they didn’t arrive all at the same time. It was in-season but you had been scheduled to be induced during a longer break, so it came as no surprise that everyone wanted to meet your baby girl.

The first visitor was none other than Babs himself who congratulated you and joked around with Morgan about fatherhood and the importance of sleep for his star defenseman over a very needed cup of coffee. Then Zach, Brownie and soon Freddie is busting through the doors with Enzo with Danish chocolates and the Marleau family surrounded your bed oohing and ahhing at the little baby in your arms. Even Kappy and Willy tone down their antics when they visit, even each bringing a bouquet of flowers and a little stuffed animal for your baby girl (of course, when you check Instagram later there was a poll on their stories asking who had the best gift….)

Hainsey, John and Jake are the last scheduled teammates to visit.

“How does it feel?” Ron asks Mo as your husband gazes down at your little girl, comfy in her daddy’s strong arms.

“Like the most important day of my life… I can’t take my eyes off of her.”

“I remember it like it was yesterday when Henry was born. I felt like I couldn’t get enough time with him.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever have enough time with her. My girls are the most important thing in my life.” His voice is almost reverent.

“I’m so proud of you, Mo,” Ron murmurs, clapping your husband’s shoulder.

“All grown up, eh?” John teases causing Morgan to roll his eyes at him.

You can’t help but let your mind wander over to Morgan as Lucy and Aryne dote over you. Their eyes follow your gaze over to him and they watches with you as he leans down and presses a kiss to the baby’s eyelids. You sigh happily. On cloud 9.

“I’ve never loved him more,” you whisper. “I don’t think it’s even possible to love anyone any more than I love them.”

“Baby girl have a name yet?” Aryne wonders.

You shake your head. “We haven’t… not yet.”

She nods. “You’ll know,” Lucy assures. “You’ll definitely know.”

Just as visiting hours is about to end, there’s a quick knock on your door and in bursts three bodies much to you and Morgan’s surprise. Your baby girl didn’t like that too much and mewls.

“Sorry,” Steph apologizes, tiptoeing in, a huge contrast to her extra loud boyfriend who throws the door back and declares, “DO NOT FEAR, UNCLE MITCHY IS HERE!”

“Mitchell, I swear to GOD if you yell that one more fuc--” Auston had enough with his antics before they could even meet your daughter.

“Boys, LANGUAGE!” Morgan scolds before turning back to you, an arm around you as he sits in bed with you.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N, Morgs, she’s BEAUTIFUL!” Steph gushes, leaning down. “Mitchy, Aus put the gifts over there.”

“Can I hold her?” Mitch asks. And Morgan freezes next to you, looking to you in a panic. His overprotectiveness was quickly kicking in.

“It’ll be okay, Momo,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his parted lips.

He sighs before standing up and giving his young teammates orders.

“Matty, Mitchy, go sit in those chairs over there.” Once they obey, he takes your baby girl in his arms and presses a kiss to her forehead. “It’s okay, baby girl. They won’t drop you… RIGHT, boys?”

And five minutes later, after arguing with Mitch, he settled your daughter into his arms though he hovered closeby.

Steph laughs as she wiggles uncomfortably, her newborn blue eyes not focused on anything in particular.

“Uncle Mitchy not so much of a natural, eh?” Auston teases although he’s leaning over impatiently. “That’s enough. Time for her favorite uncle.” And once he has her in his arms, he’s smitten.

“She’s so pretty,” he whispers. “Like his momma, not so much like you Mo.” You blush at that. “Hey, little girl. I’m going to be your favorite uncle. I’m not as annoying as Uncle Mitchy and I have a better taste in… well, everything.”

“What’s her name?” it’s Steph this time.

“We… haven’t decided yet,” Morgan explains, scratching at his beard, a nervous tick.

“What am I supposed to call her then?” Mitch whines, his head snapping in your baby’s direction.

“Freaking idiot…” Auston mutters. “I’m also not dumb like Uncle Mitchy.”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough before you get scrappy, I’ll take my girl back, thank you very much.” Morgan mumbles, his arms already cradling her to his chest, not giving either one any time to complain. “You’re safe with daddy now, aren’t you my pretty girl,” he coos. “You’re safe now.”

“God, she’s so beautiful,” Morgan marvels as you breastfeed your daughter. “You’re so beautiful. I-I have no words, Y/N.”

“It really is something, isn’t it?” You stroke her flushed cheeks as she tries this whole eating thing for the first time. “I think we were made for this, Momo.”

“Without a doubt…” He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple. “So… what do we name her?”

“I don’t know… this is so important, the most important thing in her life.”

“That’s why I want you to name her.”

“Mo--”

“Y/N, you carried her, you grew her within you for nine months. She’s already going to have my last name, I want her to have something that you gave her, too.”

“Morgan…”

“I really do want this, Y/N. I thought about this for a long time… Besides, who knows our baby girl better than the person that was connected to her for her entire life.” He smiles softly, taking your hand in his.

“Remember how we always said we wanted her to be strong in this world… I want that to…” you stroked her cheek. “Reagan. Little ruler...”

“She already completely rules my heart… Reagan Rielly, I love that. So much.” He was looking at the two of you with so much awe, so much love, so much wonder.

“Reagan Rose Rielly,” you whisper. “The rose garden, our first kiss. One of the best days of my life...”

“And mine,” he confirms.

“Rosie… Rosie girl,” Morgan coos, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to her little hand. “Our little Rosie girl.”

“I can’t wait to be home with the both of you,” you admit, your head falling onto his shoulder.

“Just you, me and Rosie. I don’t think I’ll ever want to go back… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to leave you two ever again.” The worry on his face was evident in the turmoil in his eyes, the dent in his eyebrows, the frown on his lips.

“Lets just love on our baby girl and worry about all that later, okay?” He nods and you press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Just you, me and Rosie.”

“Just you, me and Rosie,” he whispers warmly. Because right now, in your world, that’s all that mattered.

morganrielly

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morganrielly Reagan Rose Rielly ❤️8 lbs, 2 oz.

Momma and baby are strong, healthy and home. Thank you for all the well-wishes!

Y/IG/H You and Rosie girl are all I need. 🌹

marner_93 Remember who your favorite uncle is, Roro!

auston.matthews Don��t let Mitchy fool you, pretty girl! I’m your favorite uncle!

stephlachancee Rosie girl, rosie lips ❤️

frederikandersen31 lille rose

mapleleafs welcome to the littlest bud!

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bluesprng · 5 years

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「♱」 soulmates ² ♡ jeongin y.

request ↴ part two of soulmates | first part writer ↴ jellie a/n ↴ this was not proof read ( may not make sense, may have a shit ton of mistakes/typos ) and probably seems like a huge cluster fuck; the time skip is hella bad ( I actually thought of doing a tiny filler chapter, just to show the shit they got up to lmao ). Triggers include mention of character death, suicide- and by all means, find my inbox to bitch me out for this s h i t chapter. I’m so sorry. Hopefully chapter 3 will be better! ( 4 chapters in total. ) I haven’t slept in 3 days, cut me some slack.

‘It’s apartment E2 on the fifth floor.. There’s only two doors so it should be pretty easy to get the right one.’

Standing in front of the the door, you eyed the gold plated ‘E2′ that adorned it. He was right, it hadn’t been hard as each floor only had two apartments, but none of that mattered when anxiety was bubbling in your gut.

Raising your hand up to knock, the door flew open to reveal a grinning blonde. ‘Hey there, love! Sorry, we get notified of when people are on our floor and well, you didn’t seem like you were ever going to knock.’

You stared in shock at the unfamiliar face only to blink a few times and mutter out an apology. The latter waved his hand and stepped aside, gesturing you in. ‘You’re here to see Jeongin, yeah? He’s in the computer room,’ he began, leading you along, ‘I’m Felix, by the way. His roommate.’

‘Uh.. Y/n.’

It wasn’t hard to warm up to the male as he seemed so friendly, but you didn’t stay that relaxed for too long. When you spotted Jeongin, you felt your gut begin to twist once again. ‘I’ll leave you two to talk.. Let me know if you need anything.’ Felix showed what looked to be a sympathetic smile before leaving the room.

It was silent for a few seconds before the male was closing something on the screen and turning to you. ‘Sorry, I’m behind on some homework.. I’m Jeongin, you know that but uh, nice to meet you. You can sit down, if you want.’

‘Nice to meet you, too.’ Hesitating, you moved to sit down, fiddling with your fingers. You’d taken notice of the picture on the wall; it was in a gold frame and seemed to be Jeongin and Hyunjin in the park. Despite never meeting him, you let a frown form on your lips.

‘Here,’ he stated softly, holding out what looked to be a photo album, ‘this was his. He was a fan of pictures.. you’ll find some flowers in there, too. Er, they were, they were to his soulmate once they met. I’m.. sorry.’

Staring down at the book, you began to look through the pages quietly. Some were of him alone, groups of friends, food, scenery.. and in between pages were different flowers. Tears began welling along your waterline; ‘Ah, I feel stupid. I’ve never even met him- do I even have the right to cry?’

Jeongin shifted from his chair to join you on the small couch, carefully winding an arm around your shoulders. ‘It’s not stupid. You’ve got every right to cry for him- he was technically made for you, you know..? We all get it. My soulmate didn’t want me. Felix.. ah.. he was an arms length away from saving his soulmate from.. jumping,’ he furrowed his brow, ‘A friend of ours, Chris, his soulmate loved someone else.’

‘I’m so sorry,’ you whispered and closed the book, turning your attention to look at the blonde male. ‘How did.. Hyunjin go..?’ Part of you didn’t want the answer- the thought itself made you want to puke, but you needed to know.

‘He got in a car accident. Chris was driving him to one of those.. soulmate meet type things? Those weird festivals.’

Your heart sank. ‘If I had sought him out earlier, he would still be here. I could have.. I could have saved him!’

Tears began flowing down your cheeks as you started sobbing, curling your arms to hug the book to your chest. Jeongin parted his lips to say something but found himself just hugging you close, rubbing your arm. ‘Don’t think that.. Please. Maybe things would have gone differently, but- but if he was meant to go then..’

He trailed off, clearing his throat and swallowing his own urge to cry. ‘He wasn’t the type of person who’d want you to think like this. I’m sure he’s looking down at us right now, panicking his little heart out because you’re crying.. he wouldn’t want you to be crying, Y/n. It’s okay, really.’

You found comfort in the words and relished in his attempt to make you feel better; it helped, but you couldn’t help feeling at fault. If you’d taken interest much sooner, he’d still be alive. Maybe Jeongin was right though, maybe this was all just supposed to happen.

‘If you want, you can stay tonight..? Stay in his room and go through his stuff. None of us have managed to clean it out yet. Only if you want to. We’re strangers and all, so..’

‘I’d really like that, actually.. It’ll be nice to be around people who were close to him.’

‘Great, I’ll let Lix know. Also, it’s really nice to see you.. I didn’t think you’d show up with the circumstances. I think it may be good for you, but also for us. We don’t often have guests outside of our small circle.’

Before you could respond, another voice joined in and you both looked up to find Felix peeking into the room. ‘Not trying to interrupt, I just wanted to see what you wanted to order for dinner? Chris won’t be home early enough to cook.’

Jeongin seemed to falter at the idea of ordering food and pursed his lips. ‘We can’t keep ordering shitty food, Lix.. we really need to learn to cook.’

‘I can cook, if you’d like?’

Their attention was on you automatically. ‘You don’t have to do that, it would be rude of us to-’

‘They offered, shut up. Do you really want to order out, Jeong?’ The older showed pleading eyes, hoping his roommate would just agree. Without Chris, they didn’t get much home cooked food and Felix was pretty sure he’d rather die than eat more take out.

A chuckle fell from your lips, gently nudging the male beside you. ‘I’ll cook. It’s not a big deal. I like to cook.’

‘..Okay, okay.’

Setting the table, you listened to Felix complain about his hands, earning a few chuckles from not only yourself but Jeongin. It was cute how he got a little whiny over the littlest of things.

‘Is he always like this?’

The youngest gave a small nod. ‘He does his best to keep his spirits high because of what he studies. Felix is studying to be a child advocate lawyer.. He has to read over a lot of sensitive cases, so he has to keep himself up or those things will send him crashing down.’

‘Oh,’ you mumbled and looked over at the mentioned male, frowning a little, ‘It takes a lot to go into that kind of field.’

‘Yeah, it does but, he’s got one of the biggest, sweetest hearts.. he’ll be okay.’ He placed a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder and set the last napkin down, joining the latter in bringing the food to the table.

After getting lost in your thoughts, you found your voice. ‘What do you study, Jeongin..?’

‘Professional writing.’ He hesitated as he set a bowl on the table, fingers tapping against the warm surface; he was debating an explanation. ‘Hyunjin often helped me proof read my writings for school.. He told me I should pursue it because I was so good. So, I decided to.’

Despite knowing his name would cause you to overthink, you smiled at the idea. ‘That’s really sweet.’

‘Mhmm. What about you? Do you go to college?’

‘Not yet. I want to study naturopathy.. or herbalism. I really like the medical use of plants and herbs.’ You were met with a fond smile and a raised eyebrow.

‘Is that so? Huh.. makes sense.’ Jeongin mused, ‘He loved plants. Actually, he helped with the garden on the roof.’

The words peeked your interest but for the second time in the day, you were interrupted; this time from an unfamiliar voice. ‘Who the hell is that?’

Everyone turned to see a third boy with blonde-ish hair and you were pretty close to having a mental breakdown. ‘Okay, do you guys have some.. hair color pact or something?’

The new face didn’t seem amused as he walked through to drop a bag on the counter, eyeing you like some type of plagued being.

‘This is Y/n- you know.. the Y/n,’ Felix chimed in, moving around the counter to snoop through the bag, much to the latter’s annoyance but he didn’t stop him. No one seemed to really want to answer your question, though it wasn’t needed as the younger pulled a box out.

‘Actually, it looks like Minho won’t have blonde hair for much longer!’

It was a box of silver hair dye, much to everyone’s surprise. Well, you were more curious about the male himself, not the fact that he was going to be changing his hair color.

‘I came by to see if one of you would mind helping me out.. I heard Chris wouldn’t be home until late.’ Minho shrugged before looking towards you once more, ‘I’m Minho, if you hadn’t caught on and you can save the introduction, I know who you are.’

Well, isn’t he pleasant you thought with pursed lips until Jeongin nudged your side. ‘That’s the one who I told you about. Chris and Minho are- were soulmates, but Minho is with someone else. They don’t often end up in the same room together,’ he began explaining in a hushed tone, ‘It’s not that they don’t get along, it’s more of.. they get along too well, for obvious reasons, but Chris is a little more sensitive about the whole topic.’

You nodded slowly as you listened, feeling bad about the situation, but you also weren’t involved, so you didn’t ask further. ‘I see..’

‘So, why are you here?’

Your attention went to the oldest and you shifted in your spot, feeling small under his gaze. It felt like he was trying to tear you apart with his eyes. ‘I came to speak with Jeongin about Hyunjin.’

He tensed at the name but just rolled his eyes and grabbed the box of dye, disappearing down the hall into one of the rooms. Felix offered you an apologetic gaze before following him. The third male just sighed, taking a seat at the table with every intention on eating, not caring who joined or who didn’t. ‘Ignore him. Minho has always had an attitude problem..’

‘He always hates your guests? How fun.’

Settling down at the table, you both began to converse amongst yourselves, easily clicking and finding topics that didn’t include someone crying or getting pissed off.

You found that you’d easily fall in sync with the boys, finding a friend in each.. except maybe Minho.

one year later

‘I’m gonna miss you.’ Felix frowned as his arms wound tightly around you, swaying you both as he sniffled.

You let out a small laugh and squeezed him in your arms before nudging him back. ‘You’re coming back in six months, Lix, I’ll be here when you get back.’

He huffed. ‘What if you aren’t? It’s going to feel so weird not seeing you guys every morning.. What am I supposed to do? What if my roommate hates me?’

A few snorts and chuckles left the small group as you reached to pinch his freckled cheek.

‘Jisung seemed like a really sweet kid when you skyped him, so I wouldn’t worry too much.. besides, who could possibly hate you? Just go and have fun,’ Chris cooed over him, ‘Not too much fun.. make sure you study and do good in your classes!’

‘Don’t forget about us.. and you better call and message us when you can.’ Minho was next, hugging the boy close, ‘We’re going to miss you, loser.’

You tucked yourself into Jeongin’s side as he used one arm to hug his now strawberry haired friend, sighing. ‘Gonna miss you, Lix. Take care of yourself, okay?’

Felix rubbed at his eyes as his friends said goodbye and he couldn’t seem to calm down, but his flight was being called and he needed to go. With one last shouted ‘goodbye, i love you guys!’ the Aussie was off and you were all left to return to the apartment.

It felt weird. Over the past year, you’d gotten closest to Felix, despite your blooming relationship with Jeongin. It would feel empty without the bright boy around. You found yourself pretty close with Chris, often helping out with cooking and cleaning. Minho, however, even after so long, barely spoke to you and looked utterly disgusted when you tried to initiate conversations.

Life was moderately good.. but you wondered just how long that would last.

Returning, you found yourself falling onto the couch with a yawn, having gotten very little sleep before; you blamed Felix with his last minute packing. The youngest joined you, lightly pushing his fingers through your hair. ‘You should get some rest.. I’ll wake you up with dinner is getting started.’

You let out a sound of protest and squirmed to rest your cheek on his thigh. ‘I don’t want to sleep. Hey.. can I ask you something?’

He hummed in acknowledgement, letting you know he was listening.

‘Do you think.. he would be mad at us for this..? For.. dating?’

The question felt stupid; made you feel utterly ridiculous, but you were dating your lost soulmate’s best friend. That sounded pretty shitty in your mind. Jeongin wasn’t very quick to reply, either.

‘I don’t think he would be mad. I think he would have wanted us to move on.. besides, we found a piece of him in each other. I told you I believe in destiny and paths.. Which means, in my head, this is how it was supposed to go for us.’

‘Or he’s up there thinking you’re both assholes for dating each other, knowing he was your best friend and Y/n’s soulmate. It’s kind of gross.’ Minho sneered as he walked through the living room to the kitchen, ignoring the existence of Chris entirely.

The words made you sink further on the couch, hiding your face in your boyfriend’s thigh. He shot Minho’s retreating figure a glare, gently patting your back; ‘I’ll repeat the same words I told you the day we met; ignore him, he has an attitude issue.’

‘Is he right?’

‘Absolutely not. I know for a fact you don’t really believe him... he just has a way of making people feel like utter shit.. but, he’s family.’ A weak chuckle followed his words as he shifted to get more comfortable on the couch, closing his eyes. ‘Just get some rest, okay? Don’t linger on the bad thoughts, babe.’

You relished in the pet name and gave a small nod, nuzzling close to his warmth and closing your eyes. Maybe he was right; maybe this was what the world had planned for you all along.

Sadly, the following months thought otherwise and you found yourself back at square one. Someone gone and someone changing your life.. for better or maybe for worse.

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astronomyparkers · 5 years

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Silence {VII}

Warnings: Language

Pairing: Vigilante!Tom Holland x reader

Word count: 3k

A/N: so it’s been a hot minute since I last updated, but I have a very good reason, which is school has been killing me. I swear to god, this semester wants me dead. this semester is an evil sea witch that wants my voice. literally. I lost my voice the week before my recital. but anyways, before I head into two weeks of non-stop papers, studying, and exams, here is an update on Silence. I hope you enjoy! please drop your theories into my inbox because I l o v e hearing them!! and as always, thank you to @harryrholland for my header and please note I DO NOT HAVE A TAGS LIST!!!!! THE REASON WHY IS IN MY FAQ!!!! ANY/ALL MESSAGES REGARDING THIS WILL BE DELETED!!!!

{masterlist}

{silence: a mixtape}

Sleep didn’t come easy to you that night. As you lay in bed, listening to the rain pour down, you replayed Tom’s words and abrupt, out of character exit over and over. You couldn’t understand what had made him react that way; was he really so offended that you didn’t like PDA at work? Why had that been such a big deal?

Whatever the answer was, it didn’t come to you. It was clear that you were exhausted when you made it to work, and you stayed hidden away inside your office for most of the day, answering emails, researching exhibits, and doing whatever you could to avoid human interaction. You instructed Felicity to keep all humans away from you that day, saying that you had important research to do, and couldn’t be disturbed. Really, you just couldn’t handle the thought of interacting with people. All you wanted to do was stay in your office, secluded, and not deal with any stress from the outside world.

However, that didn’t stop people from trying to disturb it. You could almost swear that your phone was ringing more than usual, with crisis after crisis popping up, and everyone seemed to depend on you to solve them. You felt bad for poor Felicity; you remembered what interning was like, and with the amount of work and scheduling getting pushed onto her plate, you were considering getting her an intern of her own when your phone rang again. You stared at it in distaste for a moment before answering with a sigh.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Holland is here to see you.” Felicity’s voice rang through the phone. “Shall I send him in?”

You sit up straighter in your chair. Why would Tom be here? After all, he was the one who told you to have no contact with him.

“Um, no.” You said after your moment of confusion cleared. “No, I…I’m busy. I don’t have time to talk to him.”

“Are you sure?” Felicity questioned. “He says it’s important—”

“No. Whatever it is, it’s not important.” You said flatly, remembering how he had stormed out of your apartment last night. “And please add Mr. Holland to the list of people I don’t want to take calls from anymore.”

You hung up the phone before Felicity could respond, sitting back in your chair. Why on earth was Tom calling after what he had said last night? What could be so important? He must know you had no desire to see him. Yet here he was.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, pulling you out of your thoughts. You got up with a frustrated groan, pulling the door open wide.

“Felicity, please, just tell Mr. Holland to leave before—” You cut off abruptly as you looked up into Tom’s warm and worried brown eyes.

He was dressed in his usual suit and tie, his Rolex watch and T ring visible on the hand that was pressed against the frame of your door. His curls were slicked back as they always were, save for one stray strand hanging down in front of his face, as if he were frazzled.

“Why do you want Mr. Holland to leave?” He asked in a confused voice.

You huffed at his words. “Jesus, Tom, I don’t want to do this—”

“Did I…” He cleared his throat. “I-I’m sorry—”

“You should be!” You exploded, losing your composure for a split second. Taking a calming breath, you pulled Tom into your office and shut the door behind him. “After what you did last night…Look, you know I’m not comfortable with PDA. My job is important to me, and I can’t have rumours about me dating museum donors flying around.”

“Of course.” Tom nodded quickly. “And when you said that, I…reacted poorly?”

His phrasing of the sentence made you pause. It wasn’t so much a statement, but a question. As if he couldn’t remember his exact reaction. You looked at him, confusion beginning to tinge your features as it did his.

“Yes, Tom. You reacted poorly.” You cocked your head to the side. “Do you not remember…?”

“Of course I do.” Tom grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him. “And I sincerely apologize, darling. I was…stressed yesterday. I took it out on you. I overreacted. That wasn’t right.” He gave you his signature charming smile. “Forgive me?”

“You really…you really hurt my feelings.” You said slowly. “A quick apology won’t make that better.”

“Of course not.” Tom agreed, squeezing your hand once. “No, I…I came here with an invitation, actually. A peace offering.”

You bit your lip, hesitant but curious. “What…sort of peace offering?”

“I’d like for you to join me at my childhood home for dinner tonight.” Tom said in a confident tone. “All my brothers will be there, as will my mother…my father might even make an appearance, if work permits.”

Your head snapped up. “Your father?”

“Of course. It is his home, after all. And I am his eldest son. I want you and him to get along.” Tom tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Is that alright?”

The truth was, it wasn’t alright. Something about it didn’t sit well with you. If Tom was trying to undermine his father’s business, expose his dirty dealings with Corewell, why would it matter if you got along with him? Wouldn’t he expect you not to get along with him?

Your eyes flickered to the T ring on Tom’s hand again. Something about this wasn’t adding up, but you couldn’t place your finger on what it was.

“Y/N?” Tom interrupted your thoughts, chuckling. “I’m kind of waiting on an answer here…?”

“Alright.” You agreed faintly. “I’ll…accompany you to dinner.” You cleared your throat and looked back at your desk. “I just…I have some work to finish up, alright? Will you wait?”

Tom nodded. “I can bring the car around, or—”

“Or,” You interrupted, an idea forming in your mind. “Why don’t we meet…where we first met? Do you remember where that is?”

Tom laughed. “Of course I do. I’ll never forget it.”

You nodded. “Right, so…I’ll meet you out there in a bit, alright? I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Tom pressed a quick kiss to your lips before leaving. The moment he was gone, you quickly strutted to your desk and grabbed your laptop, closing it and tucking it in your bag. The gun from the first assassin was still in your bag as well, and it clicked against the laptop. After what had happened to you in the last few days, you hadn’t felt safe leaving it at home. Once your computer was secure, you went to your filing cabinet and opened the H drawer, thumbing through the files until you reached “Holland.” You pulled out the file hastily, and tucked that in your bag as well, glancing over your shoulder as you did so. If there was something strange going on, you were certain the answer was in these files. It had to be.

You grabbed your jacket and slipped it on, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Locking your office behind you, you began to make your way to the back alley where you and Tom first met, when he was the Silence. When he saved your life. You tried to sneak out without being noticed, but you were never able to walk through the museum without someone flagging you down.

“Ms. Y/L/N!” One of the interns called out to you. “Do you have a moment to answer a question for me?”

You sighed in frustration internally, but pasted a smile onto your face. It was important to you that younger employees felt like they could rely on you. “Yes, Michael? What is it?”

“I was looking at one of the paintings in the East wing earlier, and I think one of the info cards is incorrect?” Michael said nervously. “I—I don’t mean to say you made a mistake, but—”

“It’s okay, Michael.” You laughed a bit. “I’m human. I make mistakes. Can you show me?”

Michael sighed in relief. “Yeah. Yeah, I can. Follow me.”

Michael led you down the hallways, past guests and various paintings. “It’s just up here, on the left. It’s an impressionist—”

“Y/N!” You heard Tom call you from across the room. “There you are! I’ve been waiting!”

You frowned in confusion as Tom smiled at you. Your eyes flickered between him and the painting he was standing in front of—The Lovers II by Magritte. The painting you met him and his brothers in front of at the investor’s gala.

Your suspicion that something was wrong increased. Why would Tom come here, and not the alley? This wasn’t the place you first met. Maybe he meant the place you really met him, as Tom? Somehow, you didn’t think that was true.

“Michael, I have to go.” You said quickly, pulling your bag closer to you. “Sorry, I—go find Angie, alright? She’ll be able to check that for you.”

You quickly made your way to Tom. He smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek once you reached him.

“Here, love, let me take that for you.” He tried to grab your work bag from you, but you kept a hand on it.

“N-no!” You said urgently. Tom gave you a strange look at your reaction, and you laughed it off, albeit nervously. “It’s—it’s alright, Tom. Don’t worry.”

“Well, alright. But if someone tells me I’m not being a gentleman, I’m blaming you.” He laughed, taking your hand. “Come, darling. The car is waiting.”

The entire drive to Tom’s family home, you were anxious. You couldn’t stop feeling like something was off, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on what. You felt like you were missing the bigger picture, and you weren’t used to it. You hated it.

When Tom pulled into the driveway of his home (which was huge, of course. It was expected), he turned the car off and turned to you. “Alright, darling. What’s wrong? Are you really so scared to meet my family?”

“A-a little.” You said, taking the excuse. “I just…don’t understand why it’s important for me to meet your father. Isn’t he…evil? He’s working with Corewell—”

“My father isn’t evil.” Tom cut across you, his voice sharp. “He’s a good man. And he’s done a lot for me.”

“I’m sorry.” You said hastily. Tom immediately looked closed off. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine.” Tom cleared his throat. “Just…come on. Come inside.”

Despite your reservations, you followed his instructions, allowing Tom to take your hand and lead you inside the house.

He opened the large double doors with ease, and your eyes widened as you took in the interior of the house. It almost seemed like a modern Versailles inside, with large pillars and marble floors. There was so much art on the walls it made your art historian heart skip a beat. You could pick out a few different famous artists from just a quick glance, and despite your reservations about art by such iconic artists being kept privately, you were impressed.

Your heels clicked against the shiny floor as Tom led you towards a grand staircase, two steps ahead of you. He began walking you up the steps, and you looked up at him in confusion.

“Tom, where are we—”

“Thomas!” A voice called from the bottom of the stairs. “Who is this?”

You turned around and saw a middle aged man in a suit waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Glasses were perched on his face, and despite his unassuming appearance, Tom paused, his shoulders tensing at the voice. “Father.” Tom turned around, a smile forming on his face. “Hello.”

“Who is this?” Tom’s father repeated as you began walking down the stairs. “You know it’s proper to introduce your company to your parents.”

“Right.” Tom cleared his throat. “Father, this is Y/N Y/L/N, the assistant curator at the MoMA. Y/N, this is my father, Dominic Holland.”

You swallowed hard, extending a hand out to him. “Hello, sir. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Ms. Y/L/N.” Dominic shook your hand. His touch was cold, and his handshake hard. “I’ve heard…so much about you. The pleasure is all mine.”

Something about his greeting unnerved you. Maybe it was because you knew how he really made his money, but it felt as if it was more than that. It felt like, as much as you knew about him…he knew as much about you. That made you uneasy.

You just smiled again, trying to hide your feelings. Tom cleared his throat again.

“Y/N will be joining us for dinner, Father.” Tom said, looking down. Around his family, his demeanor changed than from what you knew. “But first…may I have a word with you about business?”

Dominic glanced at you again but nodded. “Of course. Let’s head to my office.”

Tom leaned down and kissed your cheek, but it felt so much colder than it ever has before. “Why don’t you head to my old bedroom, hm? I’ll meet you there. Just wait for me, alright?”

Your smile faded. “Wait for you?”

“Yeah. Just wait.” Tom walked past you to his father and walked off with him.

You watched as they disappeared around the corner of the stairs. What could they need to discuss? You pulled your bag tight against you, so aware of the information that was inside it. For some reason, you knew that you needed to keep your bag tight to you all night.

Still, you walked up the stairs and down the hallway, searching for Tom’s childhood bedroom. As you walked, you realized that for all the priceless art all over the wall, there was not one photo of Tom, the twins, or Paddy, let alone William. Why would there be no photos of the child who went missing? The longer you were in the Holland house, the more you felt like you were walking into some sort of elaborate set up. Everything was too perfect. Like it had been carefully manipulated to look that way.

At the end of the flawlessly decorated—and flawlessly cold—hallway, you found two doors parallel to each other. Both doors were monogrammed, the one to the left with a W and the one to the right with a T. Your hand reached for the door with a W first, but paused just before touching the handle. Walking into the bedroom of a dead teenager…you felt like that would be crossing a line. Instead, you turned around and opened Tom’s bedroom door.

As you walked in, you were struck with the same impression that the rest of the house gave you. Everything was immaculately decorated, expensive looking, and without any rough touches. It was heartless. There was nothing in here that gave any personality. There was no hint of Tom in the grey bedspread or curtains hanging around the four poster bed. There wasn’t even a speck of dust on the desk. It was like the bedroom hadn’t been lived in, like it was just a showroom model in a furniture store.

You sat down on the bed, almost frightened to crease the sheets. You had no idea how Tom could’ve bore growing up in a house that was built like a museum. Granted, he was away at boarding school a lot, but home should be home. Not a catalogue picture.

As you looked around the room, you noticed one difference in Tom’s bedroom from the rest of the house. Sitting on his bedside table was a picture of him and William. Judging from all the photos of William that you’d found online and in news articles, the picture was taken close to the time he disappeared.

You picked up the picture frame, smiling to yourself. Tom and William had their arms around each other’s shoulders, and they were both wearing jerseys with their boarding school’s crest in on the shoulder. Their foreheads were sweaty, and their curls messy. You guessed the photo was taken after one of their soccer games.

But the longer you looked at it, the more something about the photo, like the rest of the house, seemed off. You lifted the photo closer to your face, examining its every detail. What was it? What was strange?

Finally, you found the needle in the proverbial haystack. In the photo, neither Tom nor William had a scar at the top right corner of their lips. When you pulled the mask off Tom, right before you kissed him for the first time, you noticed the scar. Because there was no scar in the photo, it meant he got it after the photo was taken. That wasn’t what alarmed you.

What alarmed you was that you finally realized why you always thought Tom looked different when you didn’t see him as the Silence. It wasn’t because of his aura, or his attitude, or his clothes. What made him look different was the lack of a scar on his lip. A small detail, easy to miss when you weren’t looking for it. But now? It seemed so obvious. Someone was lying to you. Someone wasn’t who they said they were.

You thought back to your fight with Tom, how he appeared to have no memory of it the next day, the words he said to you before he left your apartment.

“I’m not Tom. I never was. Not really.”

You dropped the photo onto the floor, the glass shattering as the frame hit the ground. Your hand went to your mouth as your mind raced, and you grabbed your bag, reaching to pull out the Holland file. Before you could grab it, however, you heard a noise outside. You ran to the door and locked it before turning back to the bed. But the noise didn’t disappear.

The knock came again, and with a shudder, you turned back to the only other place it could be coming from. The window.

And you saw the masked face of the Silence staring back at you.

{part VIII}

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choicesfanatic86 · 6 years

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TTS: Part 10 (Liam x MC)

DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except characters unique to my story. Those belong to me. ;)

PAIRINGS: Riley (MC) x OC, Riley (MC) x Liam, Liam x Riley (MC) x OC, Olivia x Drake, Bertrand x Savannah, Maxwell x OC

SUMMARY: Even when all she had wanted to do was forget, all she could do was remember.

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PART 9 - Whiskey & Apologies

When she awoke from her nap, most of the day was gone. She had planned to wake up and try Paul again, which she did, but once again, his phone went straight to voicemail. She threw her phone onto the bed. “So much for that,” she said to herself. She decided to catch up on some work and check in with Alicia instead. She grabbed her laptop deciding to do her work outside on the veranda. On her way outside, she stopped to make herself a cup of coffee to help keep her energized. When she was done in the kitchen, she caught Maxwell walking by.

“Busy?” Maxwell asked seeing Riley juggling her cup of coffee and her laptop.

“Work,” she sighed. “My assistant is great, but I still have to check in and make sure we haven’t had any meltdowns. Event planning can be so unpredictable.”

He nodded, “Don’t stay up too late now; we have ourselves a big day tomorrow.”

She nodded, although she still hadn’t decided if she were going to go to the derby at all. “You don’t stay up too late, either. Andy told me you were going to watch a movie tonight,” she smiled coyly.

Maxwell blushed. “Only because it’s the last weekend in theaters and Drake didn’t want to go. He told me he’s reached his weekly quota of me.” He was flustered, and it was adorable.

“Maxwell . . .” she said, a smile playing across her lips. “Have fun,” she winked at him. He smiled in return before rushing off to get ready for his date with Andy. Riley wasn’t sure exactly how she felt about Maxwell taking Andy out on a date. She knew it was entirely innocent. Having known Maxwell for as long as she did, she knew he couldn’t hurt a fly. She was happy that her two friends had found their own happiness . . . but it didn’t stop her from worrying about Andy. She could see Andy falling for the same Cordonian spell she had fallen for over two years ago. She wanted to protect her, but at the same time, she didn’t want to spoil her excitement. She was a big girl, and Maxwell was a big boy, both fully capable of making their own decisions. Still though, there was a part of her that worried about when it was time for them to go back to New York. Would Andy endure the same fate she had? Traveling eight hours on a plane leaving with a broken heart? She shook the thought from her mind. She was being ridiculous. She said it herself a few hours ago . . . it was just a movie. It wasn’t like it was a marriage proposal. Her mind drifted back to work as she slid the door to walk outside to the veranda.

As Riley sat at the glass dining table, she started to draft responses to the dozens of emails that had sat unread in her inbox. Alicia had been doing a wonderful job of apprising her of work happenings, and everything seemed to be under control. Alicia was just having some trouble putting together some new client bids, and had asked if Riley could draft a few when she had a spare moment. She enthusiastically had responded that she’d love to work on them. It would be a welcome distraction that she so desperately needed. She chose to work out on the veranda because the view of the connected gardens was stunning. Something about being outside soothed Riley’s soul.

As she started to tackle the first client bid, she heard the sliding door leading from the main house open carefully. She glanced up, noticing that it was Drake from out of the corner of her eye. She ignored him. She wasn’t in the mood for another argument. She needed to work on these bids, and fighting with Drake would just cause her to lose focus. She could hear his footsteps get closer. She heard him place something in front of her on the glass table. She didn’t bother to look up. Whatever game he was playing at, she wasn’t interested in participating. He cleared his throat loudly. “Lawson.”

She looked up from her laptop, narrowing her eyes at him. “Did you come here to yell at me again?” She asked annoyed. “Because I’m a little busy right now, but maybe I can pencil you in tomorrow sometime,” she snapped.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, stopping in front of her. “Mind if I sit?” He asked, motioning to the chair on the opposite side of the table.

“Yes,” she said quickly, turning back to her laptop to start typing again.

He ignored her reply, pulling the chair out and sitting across from her. She looked up at him in annoyance, and as he saw the irritation written across her face, he couldn’t help but smirk.

“Maxwell told me that I owe you an apology,” he started.

“You don’t owe me anything, Drake,” she replied curtly. “No one owes me anything.”

“Yeah, well, Savannah seems to agree with Maxwell,” He ran a hand through his hair staring at her.

“So they’re forcing you to apologize?” She raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t think you were the type of guy who took kindly to people telling you what to do.”

“Maybe I thought it was a pretty good idea, too,” he shrugged. He slid something over to her from across the table. “So I came with a peace offering.”

Riley looked around her laptop, she noticed the tall bottle of amber liquid and the two glasses next to it. “Whiskey?” she asked.

He nodded. “We seem to have a good track record for talking things out over alcohol,” he replied.

She contemplated his words. He was right. The first night she had gotten to know Drake . . . truly know him without all the pomp and ceremony of court . . . was when they snuck off to Olivia’s wine cellar early on in the social season. She didn’t know much about the broody commoner, just that he was a bit rough around the edges and a little stand offish. When she first met him, she didn’t want to let on that she was slightly intimidated by him. He wasn’t afraid to say exactly what was on his mind, and didn’t care about what any of the nobles thought about him. That night in Olivia’s cellar, she saw a different side to him - a softer side. Not that he’d ever admit it, but she knew he had opened himself up to her, probably more than he had ever opened up to anyone in quite a while.

In a way, she envied him a bit. Being at court had her constantly holding her tongue, which was something she just wasn’t used to doing. She was a lot like Drake back home. She worked in a bar after all. She had to be able to hold her own. Somehow, being at court had changed her. She was falling into the cookie-cutter image of what the perfect suitor should be, losing herself in the process.

Well, Riley wasn’t that girl anymore. She smirked, grabbing the bottle. She poured some into his glass, then some into hers. For a while, they sat across from each other in complete silence, nursing their whiskey slowly.

“So about that apology?” she asked slowly. He pulled the whisky bottle back over to him, pouring moer into his glass. He threw his second glass of whiskey back swiftly.

“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. “I was an asshole,” he shrugged. “I guess I didn’t appreciate getting blindsided about you coming back, and I took it out on you.”

She nodded. “That was my fault. I didn’t want anyone knowing I was coming back. Didn’t really want too many people catching wind of it,” she explained.

“Including Liam?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yeah,” she shrugged.

After a while, she spoke again. “I’m sorry, too. What you said the other night . . . you were right. I didn’t handle things well, but I was so hurt, and so tired of all the sneaking around, and I guess I just lost it.” She finished her first glass, pouring herself another. “I wanted to hurt him,” she gripped her glass. “I wanted him to feel how I felt.” She looked down into her glass. “I guess I didn’t realize that I ended up hurting you guys in the process.”

He listened intently as she spoke, taking it all in. “I missed you when you left. I felt like a huge part of me left with you,” he said sadly. “I know I’m a hard ass, and don’t say it much, but I really cared about you. I still care about you. Probably a lot more than I should have.” He looked into her eyes deeply before turning away. “It’s probably why I took you leaving so hard.”

She blushed, nodding, understanding exactly what he meant. “I hope that one day you can understand why I had to leave,” she said.

“Riley, of course I understood. I understand it now,”’ he reasoned. “What Liam did . . . it was wrong.”

“Really? The other night . . . it seemed like you didn’t understand why I had to leave,” she said sadly.

He ran his hand across his neck, deep in thought. He paused for a moment before speaking. “Liam’s my best friend,” he began. “I guess I had some twisted sense of loyalty to him even though I knew he was wrong. Hell, he knew he was wrong, too,” he laughed hollowly. “I still shouldn’t have come at you the way that I did, you didn’t deserve that. I want us to be friends again. You think you’ll ever be able to forgive me?” he asked hopefully.

She nodded. “We’re good,” she smiled. They sipped their whiskey happily, chatting as they used, as if no time had passed. It was funny how right Drake had been . . . a little alcohol was all they needed to get through all the bullshit and awkwardness between them.

“So, time to talk about the elephant in the room,” she giggled, already feeling a bit tipsy from her third glass of whiskey.

He looked at her strangely. “I thought we were good?”

“I’m not talking about us . . . I’m talking about you and Olivia.”

He blushed, trying to play it cool. “What are you –“ he paused, clearly not expecting the turn in which their conversation had taken. “How’d you –“ He growled, thinking about something. “Did Maxwell tell you?”

She shook her head. “I saw you guys at the masquerade ball.”

Recollection spread across his face, a small smile playing on his lips. “Oh,” he blushed more deeply.

“So, I didn’t see that coming,” she laughed.

“Yeah, neither did I,” He shrugged. “We’re not exclusive or anything; we’re just two people who happen to tolerate one another’s company having a bit of fun.”

“It sure looked a lot more than just fun,” Riley teased.

He shook his head as he poured himself another glass, drinking it in one swig.

“Does she make you happy?” She asked.

He looked at her thoughtfully. “It’s not like that between us.”

“You keep saying that, but I don’t really understand what that means. It’s a simple question. Does she make you happy or not?”

“Of course she does . . . it’s just our situation isn’t built that way.” He tried to put the right words together. “We didn’t start off wanting anything more than a quick hook up. Then somewhere along the line it just . . . blew up into this thing. It’s not like I’m her boyfriend or anything.” He explained.

Riley smirked. “Keep telling yourself that,” she laughed. “So you’re the reason she spends so much time at court? Maxwell said she’s got a little set up going on at the palace.”

He blushed. “One of the reasons I suppose.” He took another swig from his glass. “Liam . . .he appointed her to be the Ambassador of International Relations. I don’t even know what it is really. He just gave her another damn reason to act all domineering around everyone,” he sighed.

She snorted. “Olivia as an Ambassador of International Relations?”

“I know, I couldn’t picture it at first either. I kept having this idea in my head that some foreign diplomat would piss her off, and suddenly she’d be declaring war on their country,” he laughed.

Riley laughed, too. “That’s the same thought I had.”

“How about you? Anybody making you happy nowadays,” he waggled his eyebrows at her.

“Don’t be gross,” she intoned. She thought of Paul again, a small smile creeping on her face. “I am seeing someone,” she said softly. “He’s pretty great.”

“Greater than Liam?” He asked.

She narrowed her eyes. “Drake . . .”

“Okay, I’m sorry alright. Old habits die hard,” he said. “Let’s blame it on the alcohol.”

She laughed. “Things are going pretty well . . . he’s a good guy. That alone is a rarity nowadays. We’re in a good place. In fact, he just asked me to move in with him before I left,” she mentioned.

Drake’s eyes widened. “Wow, that’s . . . huge. Congratulations, I guess?”

She tilted her head slightly. “I haven’t said yes yet . . . we’ve only been dating for eight months.” She shrugged. “Isn’t that too soon?”

Drake stared at her for a moment and threw his hands up in the air. “Geez Lawson, I’m not the best person to ask that question to,” he said honestly. “Especially after I’ve had a few drinks in me,” he chuckled. He stared at the almost empty bottle of whiskey, contemplating what to say. He licked his lips. “Here’s the thing . . . I always thought that when you met the right person, you’d just know. Fireworks, butterflies, you’d get the whole shebang. It wouldn’t matter how long you were with them . . . you’d just know if things were right, instantly, right off the bat.” He shrugged, looking at her carefully. “You can be in a relationship with someone for two years and never feel the way you feel with someone you’ve been with for two months . . . The difference is if they’re the right person, it doesn’t matter how quick things move, if you’re meant to be together, you’ll just know.” He looked at her carefully.

She thought about his words, nodding in agreement. “I guess I never really looked at it like that, “she said. She had been in Cordonia for about a month when she had started to suspect she was falling head over heels in love with him. She thought she was going crazy. None of her other relationships back in New York had felt that way. She had been a serial monogamist who only had long-term relationships, but none of those relationships, some of which had lasted over a year, had felt as right and true as with him. Here she was with Paul at eight months, and she didn’t know if he was the right one. Did that mean he wasn’t? But things felt good. They felt comfortable, and easy. Wasn��t that what she had wanted? Alcohol was supposed to eliminate her worries, not add to them.

“For what it’s worth, he never stopped loving you,” he said softly. “He may have married her, but he didn’t love her. Not even a little bit.”

The statement came out of nowhere. She looked up at him, trying to see if it was the alcohol talking. It wasn’t. She wished it were. He was staring in her green eyes, waiting for her to respond. She looked down at her hands, suddenly very self-conscious. “Thanks, I guess.” She gave him a weak smile. How was she supposed to respond to that? What was she supposed to do with that tidbit of information? It was nice to think that he still cared about her after all this time . . . after all, if she had learned anything during the masquerade ball it was that her feelings for him wasn’t quite as easily explained as she had believed them to be. But what did it change? He was still married, he had still chosen Cordonia over her, and she still had her life in New York.

“Hey, Lawson,” he whispered lowly. She looked up again, noting the seriousness in his voice.

“Y-yeah?” She hesitated, holding her breath.

“It was you out there last night.” He stated simply. “Out on the balcony.”

She clutched her whiskey glass tightly, her knuckles turning white. She looked up at him. “Huh?”

“Last night I couldn’t really tell at first, what with the mask and all. Then I saw how you ran out of there when I got up there, and I knew. I just knew it was you,” he continued.

She knew there was no point in denying it now. Drake wasn’t stupid. As much as she wanted to pretend that last night on the balcony didn’t happen, it did. “Did he know it was me?” she asked, a bit worried about the answer.

“If he suspected anything, he didn’t say anything to be about it.” He ran his fingertip over the rim of his whiskey glass. “And I didn’t volunteer anything to him if that’s what you’re worried about.”

She nodded slowly. “Thank you for that. I’m not sure how he would have reacted to me being back. You don’t plan on telling him I’m back do you? I know you talked about loyalty tonight, and I understand that he’s your best friend . . . it’s just . . .” she trailed of, not really knowing how to finish her train of though.

“No,” he said softly, understanding what she was saying.

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I’m just not ready to deal with him just yet.”

“Will you though? Deal with him?” he asked seriously.

Riley wavered. “I honestly don’t know.”

“Fair enough.” He nodded, deciding not to push it any further. He hesitated briefly, he opened his mouth, then closed it, debating whether to continue, as if going through an internal struggle with himself. After a moment, he reached out across the table gently picking up her hand. “Riley, there’s something you should know . . . about Liam.”

She raised her hand up. “I don’t want to know.” She said defensively. “I don’t need to know,” she clarified a little more gently. “It won’t change the past and it won’t change the future, so there’s no point in dredging any of those old feelings up again,” she said decisively.

“But –“ he started, as she cut him off.

“Thank you . . . for the whiskey and the apology,” she smiled. “I’m glad we’re good again.” She unsteadily stood up, picking her laptop up off the table. She leaned over giving him a small kiss on the cheek, and a pat on the shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said.

As she was walking toward the sliding door to go back inside, she heard him mumble something under his breath. She was tempted to turn around and ask him what he said, but even in her drunken state, her mind urged her to let it go . . . because she was right . . . no matter what he told her, it wouldn’t change anything.

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I sincerely appreciate everyone's asks in my inbox but I do not want to answer them. I fear seeming like I am trying to get attention when that is not the case. I know things seem "worse" all of sudden, but that is not what is going on. I just have not had a break to emotionally recover.

What happened is... picture a water balloon. It became punctured. The hole was bandaged up to prevent further leakage. Another punctured occurred causing water to leak again. This happened repeatedly, not giving time to fix up the water balloon until eventually it dispersed spilling water everywhere.

I will list the "punctures".

- Tomtom Jr. died. His death pose appeared to be in tremendous pain. It traumatized me badly and I felt so terrible I could do nothing to help ease his suffering or save his life. I am EXTREMELY sensitive and have had worse encounters that bothered me forever, but this... His pained howls still haunt me.

I was trying hard to repress memory of it. It is a way I cope with tragedy, but as soon as I had pushed it to the back of my head...

- Beamer became ill out of nowhere. I had the money to take him to the vet to help cure him and even showed my parents and begged them to help drive me to the vet. My parents did not want to help and instead got rid of him. They disposed him like trash. A cat I loved dearly that would do funny tricks. He even had a little mustache. What is worse is that I helped catch him and take him to the cage. That stabbed at me. I just could not stand watching [parent I do not want to name] SCREECH and chase the poor thing around. The cat trusted me and I sent it to its doom. You can see why this eats away at me. It kills me because if i COULD FUCKING DRIVE I COULD HAVE SAVED HIM lasjfksjf

A week later I shoved this hell to the back of my head and was in the process of emotionally recovering, until...

- Parent A told Parent B that they have an ugly face. It MESSED with Parent B. Parent B was drunk and viciously threw a kitchen appliance at my face. I got a wound between my eyes that I feared would become a scar. I did not want to have a mark of... this on my face and became obsessed for weeks trying to remove it. [Thankfully my obsession with trying to get rid of it is working. Slowly, but it is working.] I did not want to talk about this and I do not want to further discuss it.

Soon...

- A creepy man would not leave me alone. I do not want to go into detail, but I got burnt from the sun. I was INFURIATED AT MY SELF for not being brave enough to tell him to leave me alone. I HATE MY SELF FOR ALWAYS BEING TOO SCARED AND SHY. I can not help it and I hate it. That encounter with that creep reminded me of how everyone in this region is a huge hazard to my health because they are highly inconsiderate that I can not be out in the sun. They only think of themselves and are unable to comprehend THERE IS A FUCKING REASON WHY I COVER MY SELF UP IN THIS HEAT. I CAN NOT BE OUTSIDE. I HAVE TO COVER UP, BUT MY FACE STILL BREAKS OUT IN HEAT RASHES EVEN WITH A PROTECTIVE HAT AND SUNSCREEN. WHY IS IT SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND FOR THE PEOPLE HERE. this makes me breakdown a lot. I have to walk ridiculously long distances to get to places due to how sparse the bus stop locations are.

- The car incident.

- Yesterday.

- Neurologist pushed my appointment to June 22 and other things I REALLY do not want to talk about.

I have not had ANY TIME to emotionally recover from these events and so I have been breaking down over any little tiny bad thing that happens. I am having a huge crisis over where I am in life and that I can not get out of it. I become quietly envious of my sis' and her nice happy life and I hate my self because I never ever allow my self to become envious of others because it is not their fault my life is like this.

tl;dr, All of this is to explain why things appear to be "progressively worse" when they have been the SAME. I am just quiet when they happen and do not want to talk about them, but recently I have been WEAK and unable to cope and need a shoulder to cry on.

I am trying so hard to build a barrier to return back to being oblivious and living in my own world. Today I plan to clean my room to obtain a false sense of accomplishment. I need the delusion of feeling accomplish when in reality I am going nowhere and nothing I do means anything. I am nothing and never will be anything.

I apologize for worrying people. I apologize for not answering the asks or responding to messages. I am just sorry. I will return back, I just hope life gives me a break. I am tired of all these bad things happening at once. I am even crying while I type this and I always hold it in because it hurts like hell to cry.

#personal #this is to explain things #and in response to all the nice messages and asks i received #i apologize

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