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i choose you || reader x knj

When your best friend abandons you at a wedding with a bunch of strangers and the guy she’s trying to set you up with is just not that into you, you decide to have some fun instead of sulking in the corner, which earns you the attention - and the affection - of a stranger named Kim Namjoon.

�� Pairing: reader x Namjoon (very briefly feat. Jin) ✓ WC: 4.5k ✓ Rating: rated T / PG-13 ✓ Genre: mostly fluff, smidgen of angst, strangers to lovers-ish, love at first sight-ish ✓ Warnings: alcohol consumption, foul language, minho slander (he’s choi minho, he can handle it), seokjin is drunk, loud, and in love, bad descriptions of making out, dimple descriptions, reader is a hoe for namjoon’s forearms, namjoon is a big awkward cutie ✓ a/n: hehehe it's another wedding fic sorry lolololol. this is the prequel to where love finds us and the way you look tonight, if ya wanna check those out afterwards. i meant to have this out last month but oh well, here it is in july :) i like this one a lot because it's a lil bit goofy and i hope you enjoy it too! as always beta’d and bannered by teh amazing april (@onmypillow-onmytable)! thx! ly - robyn ✓ P.S. I do not own BTS or their likenesses, nor do I own the music of Bruno Mars (lol), they just inspire me.

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“Remind me again why I’m here?” you complain as your best friend, Ji-eun, pulls you by the arm into the reception hall. “When you asked me if I wanted to do something this weekend, crashing someone’s wedding reception was not what I had in mind.”

“It’s not crashing if you’re invited,” shrugs Ji-eun. “I was invited. And then I invited you. Ergo, you were invited.”

“That is absolutely not how weddings work. Who invited you, anyway? I don’t recognize anyone here.”

“The bride?” says Ji-eun, as if it should be obvious. “We’re co-workers, or something. She invited everyone from our department.”

You roll your eyes and sigh. “I’m totally underdressed.” You eye all of the women around you dressed in semi-formal gowns and you elbow Ji-eun in the ribs. “Why didn’t you tell me there was a dress code?” The strapless cocktail dress you thought was such a good idea earlier suddenly seems like the worst decision you ever made, and you didn’t even bring a sweater to save face either, all because the only instruction Ji-eun could bother to give you when she texted this morning was “wear a dress” and “something with lots of cleavage.” Ji-eun, you’ve decided, is bound and determined to drag you into trouble at every opportunity. It’s a wonder you’re both still alive – and not cellmates in jail – with all of the questionable situations she’s been pulling you into since middle school.

“You look hot,” she says. “Don’t even worry about it. You’ll blend right in.”

“Did you just say ‘hot’ and ‘blend in’ in the same sentence?”

“Ugh, you’re so self-conscious. You are hot. I think it’s time you embraced that.” She pouts at the look on your face. “Come on, y/n,” she wheedles. “Minho will be here, and I’ve been wanting to introduce you guys for ages. He’s such a great guy. Did I mention he’s hot? And dying to meet you? Please let me play matchmaker. Then later when you’re happily married to the love of your life, you can say it was all thanks to your best friend in the entire world who loves you enough to set you up with her hot guy friends.”

“Yeah, well, the position of ‘best friend in the entire world’ might be opening up sometime soon if you keep setting me up with these duds.”

“You’re so mean!” she whines. “I told you the last one was just a misunderstanding.”

“He ditched and left me with the check, Eun. It was not a misunderstanding. It was a calculated move.” The guy even had the audacity to call you later that night to see if you wanted to go out again, claiming “bathroom trouble” as the reason for sticking you with the check. As if you were dumb or desperate enough to fall for that – especially since he’d conveniently been hit by “bathroom trouble” once he was mostly done eating, not to mention your waitress had been kind enough to let you know that she’d seen him slipping out through a side door – apparently completely fine.

“Stop complaining. Come on. Sparks are going to fly between you two, I just know it.” She resumes tugging on your arm and you reluctantly allow her to pull you along as she weaves through the crowd, finally stopping you in front of a man who must be the fabled Minho. “Oppa!” coos Ji-eun. “This is y/n. You remember, don’t you?” She shoots him a knowing look.

“Ah, Ji-eun!” he greets her. “I remember. The one you were telling me about, right?” Minho glances at you. “Eun, she’s gorgeous. Where have you been keeping her?” He takes your hand and plants a kiss on it. “Choi Minho.”

“Y/n,” you reply, somewhat taken aback at his outward display of affection. “I’ve heard a lot about you, so it’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Have fun, you two,” teases Ji-eun in a sing-song voice. “I’m off to snag myself a drink or a handsome groomsman, whichever one comes first.”

“She’s really something else, isn’t she?” you say, looking to break the awkward silence that falls once Ji-eun is gone. “So how do you two know each other? I don’t think she said.”

“University,” says Minho. “We were in the same major. Same year, too, but she insists on calling me oppa.” He shakes his head and chuckles. Minho says it like it’s something that bothers him, but it clearly doesn’t, or else he would have corrected her before now.

“Oh, I guess you were a business major, too.” You nod. “Explains why we never ran into each other. I barely saw her the whole time, and we were roommates.”

“We went to the same university?” Minho seems surprised. “I never would have guessed. What major were you in?” Something about the incredulous look on his face rubs you the wrong way.

“Uh, yeah. We did.” You narrow your eyes. “I was a graphic design major.”

“Graphic design. Wow.” Minho inhales sharply through his teeth. “How’s that going for you? I hear it’s pretty competitive. You know, if you’re ever looking to change fields I’m sure I could find something for you at my company. A favor for a friend of a friend, yeah?

“Oh, um,” you say, “I…have a job. And I kind of like it, so I’m not really planning on moving any time soon.”

“Well, you let me know if you ever change your mind.” He winks and touches your bare arm. “Any friend of Eun’s is a friend of mine. And I’m sure we could take much better care of you than wherever you’re working now.” Minho’s eyes wander from your face down to your chest and then somewhere over your shoulder, where something – or someone – else seems to catch his eye.

“Uh…thanks,” you say, unsure how else to respond, feeling a little uncomfortable. You wish you had a drink to settle your nerves and a sweater to cover your chest. Why did Ji-eun have to leave? you curse internally. She knows I’m not good at this. “So,” you say brightly, hoping to steer the conversation in another direction. “What does your company do?”

“We’re in transportation, mostly,” he says, his eyes still somewhere behind you, “but we’ve got our fingers in a lot of pies.”

A few more minutes of conversation with him pass, and it’s already obvious that you and Minho don’t exactly have a lot in common – nor does it seem that you’re really his type, because he keeps glancing at a pretty bridesmaid in a lavender dress somewhere behind you. You’re beginning to wonder what exactly Ji-eun expected the two of you to talk about, because the two of you are polar opposites, and not in the endearing, meet cute, opposites attract sort of way, in the way that even if you did decide to date you’d probably end up butting heads over anything and everything. You steal a covert glance the next time Minho’s eyes wander away from your face and over your shoulder. The bridesmaid is chatting animatedly with what looks like another bridesmaid, cutting glances every so often in your direction – or Minho’s direction, more like. You sigh internally and try to hide your frown. Of course. Minho looks like he could be an idol or an actor; it only makes sense that he wouldn’t be interested in you. He probably only even agreed to meet you as a favor to Ji-eun. Well, if he’s not even going to pretend he’s interested – then why should you? “Minho?” you say sweetly. “I’m going to go get a drink.”

“Don’t miss me too much while you’re gone.” He grins.

“I’ll, uh, do my best.” You find your way over to the bar and watch as Minho approaches the bridesmaid he was making eyes at, any thoughts of you surely already forgotten. You shake your head and sip your wine. He’s probably better suited for her than he is for you. You blow out a long breath and order a glass of white wine from the bartender. Why does it have to be like this? Every guy, every date, every time you even attempt to put yourself out there – it just never works. Sure, part of it is probably your fault for having unrealistic standards. And part of you doesn’t even really want a relationship, not after watching your parents tear each other to pieces every time they set foot in the same room together. It’s not like it’s always been your dream to fall in love and get married, either. The only thing you’ve ever wanted for yourself is to be happy. If that’s with a man in your life – then so be it. Everyone always says that you’ll know when the right one comes along, but you’re starting to think that has about as much likelihood of happening as you becoming president.

You throw back half of your wine in one gulp. Ah, should I just leave? you wonder to yourself, scanning the room for Ji-eun. There’s no point in me staying if Minho isn’t interested and nobody else is either. What else am I here for other than that? You debate slipping out the front door, flagging down a taxi, and going home, but eventually decide against it, feeling a twinge of guilt at the idea of abandoning Ji-eun at this wedding by herself – even if she did technically do the same thing to you. Really starting to question who’s putting the most effort into this friendship, you gripe internally.

You finish the rest of your wine and request another from the bartender. What am I doing? you think suddenly, the first glass of wine beginning to hit you as you start on the second. Am I really just standing here drowning my troubles at a wedding, of all places? This is so dumb. You scan the room. The dance floor is crowded, with people moving back and forth, dancing, reveling in the moment, the music pounding all around. Instead of lingering by the bar, feeling pitiful and alone…the realization dawns on you that you should be out there, having fun. Or, at the very least, keeping your mind occupied enough to forget the disappointment of yet another man having no interest in you.

“Dance like no one’s watching, right?” you say to yourself, downing the rest of your second glass of wine and hopefully, washing away the nerves that normally plague you, the fear of being perceived when it comes to doing anything in social situations. As the wine hits you, you begin to feel pleasantly warm and tipsy, and you move toward the crowd, the lights bouncing off the lacquered wood floor. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you close your eyes and feel yourself start to move with the beat of the music. You don’t even know the happy couple, but you silently thank them for hiring such a good DJ.

Minutes pass, though it feels much longer, with you tossing your hair, moving your hips and head back and forth to the beat of the music, forgetting about the fact that your best friend is a terrible matchmaker, and the fact that it feels like she’s genuinely trying to set you up for failure, making you question everything about yourself, forgetting about the fact that you couldn’t even hold a man’s attention for longer than ten minutes, even in a stupidly revealing cocktail dress that your friend made you wear under false pretenses. And in those moments, it’s just you, and the music, remembering that you are pretty, and one guy’s stupid opinion of you doesn’t matter. Love will come, or it won’t, and you’re determined to be happy with your life either way.

The strappy heels you’re wearing prove to be your downfall, and you eventually decide to extricate yourself from the throng of wedding guests, limping back over to the bar. Your cheeks are flushed, and you’re exhausted, but there’s a sense of exhilaration pumping through you, feeling somewhat revitalized by making yourself do something you wouldn’t normally do on your own. You steady yourself against the bar, standing on one foot while you rest the other, and request another glass of wine from the bartender.

“Looks like you were enjoying yourself out there.” A low voice materializes next to you. Your head swivels in the direction of the voice to find a man standing just feet away from you, holding a bottle of beer and watching you with interest. He’s much taller than you, but not intimidating, with an approachable air about him, and warm brown eyes that remind you of autumn. A dark blazer is slung over one shoulder, leaving him in a simple white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the folded cuffs tugging at his muscular forearms. His friendly smile accentuates the dimple in his cheek.

“Oh!” you say, cheeks flushing. You put your other foot back on the ground in surprise. “Yeah. I guess. I don’t normally do that kind of thing, but my friend dragged me here because she wanted me to meet this guy, but they both disappeared, and then I was just standing here all alone feeling sorry for myself.” You lift one shoulder in a shrug. ”I don’t even really know anyone here, but I figured I might as well make the best of it and have some fun.”

“Looks like we’re in the same boat,” he says with a chuckle. ”I sort of got dragged here too.”

“Well, from one wedding crasher to another, let me introduce myself.” You hold out a hand jokingly for him to shake. “I’m y/n.”

“Y/n,” he repeats, taking your hand. “Nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Namjoon.”

"There, now we both know at least one other person." You smile, taking a sip from the glass of wine that the bartender has just set in front of you.

“So this guy your friend wanted you to meet,” he says. “You didn’t like him?”

"No?" You make a face. “I mean, he was all right, I guess, but I don't think we had very much in common. Besides, he was making googly eyes at some bridesmaid the whole time I was talking to him." A rueful sigh huffs through your lips. "I’ve got to stop listening to Ji-eun. She means well, but one thing she doesn’t have is a talent for matchmaking.”

“Sorry to hear that," says Namjoon. "About the guy.”

“It’s okay. At least we didn’t waste too much of each other's time.” You smile. “Anyway, why aren’t you out there? Isn’t everyone supposed to be dancing? It’s a party, after all.”

“Oh, no.” He chuckles. His laugh feels affable and warm, just like his smile. “I’m a terrible dancer. It's better that I don’t. I’d probably end up breaking something, or someone. I’m just here for the atmosphere.” He sets his bottle down on the bar top. “Besides, I was having more fun watching you.” His brown eyes twinkle.

Your heart flutters in your chest and you find yourself trying to hold back a laugh.

“Not buying it?” he says teasingly. You shake your head, still smiling. “Sorry. I’ve never been very good at this. Whatever this is.”

“I’ll give you a point for trying.”

“Ah, good. That means I didn’t fail completely, right?”

“Right. Something like that.” You laugh. “So who dragged you here? Are your friends equally as annoying as mine?”

"My friend, Seokjin, who's been bugging me to get out for weeks. He claims to know the groom or something. No, wait, it was the best man…or maybe it was the best man’s friend? I’m actually not sure.” He scans the crowded dance floor and points. “Him, right there, with the shoulders.” You follow his line of vision over to a tall, broad-shouldered man, flailing his arms and virtually towering over his dance partner, who, come to think of it, looks a lot like…Ji-eun? "He might actually be more dangerous on the dance floor than me.”

“Funny,” you say. “That's my best friend he's dancing with.”

“Really?” Namjoon looks at you, then back at them. “Wow. I guess it’s only right that our annoying best friends found their way to each other.”

“No offense to your friend, but I don’t think it’ll last very long. Ji-eun’s not known for committing long-term. She’s a walking contradiction. Convinced she’ll be the one to introduce me to my one and only, yet has no interest in finding one of her own.”

“As luck would have it, neither is Jin. They’re a perfect match.”

You raise your glass. “In that case, may the Seokjins and the Ji-euns of the world always find their way to each other.”

He clinks his bottle with your cup. “Hear, hear.”

Namjoon is easy to talk to, and he's especially interested in your job illustrating book covers for a publishing house. "It's nothing special." You wave your hands. “It’s a really small company. And I’ve only been doing it for about a year, so I’m not very good at it yet.”

"Are you kidding?” he says, awestruck. “I’ve never met anyone who does that. And you must be good, or you wouldn’t be doing it professionally.”

“Well, it pays the bills,” you say, dipping your head modestly, “and it gives me plenty of free time to work on my own art.”

“Really?“ Namjoon looks intrigued. “What medium do you prefer?”

“I’m a painter. Mostly. But I like to experiment with a little bit of everything.”

“Wow. She designs book covers. She paints. And now I’m wondering where you’ve been all my life.” A tinge of pink colors his cheeks. “Uh…I just meant…” He rubs at his neck self-consciously. “Anyway.”

He’s awfully cute when he’s flustered.

The conversation takes a slight turn, and you find yourself listening with interest as he tells you about his work as a grad student, his dissertation on the intersection of art and philosophy, his plans for the future after he finishes his doctorate. Tenure, professorhood, the papers he wants to write. The art he'd like to buy if he had the money. If it were anyone else, you know you'd be starting to zone out by now, but there's something about Namjoon's low, even voice that draws you in and keeps you paying attention. Like a documentary narrator, or a radio host.

"You're staring at me," he says, his tone light and teasing.

You were listening so intently that you didn't even realize what you were doing. "Was I?" You turn away slightly, hoping to hide the blooming patches of pink on your cheeks. "Sorry."

"It's okay." Namjoon's eyes crinkle into a smile. "It's all I can do to get the freshmen in my courses to look at anything other than their screens, so trust me, I don't mind it at all. I'm just glad you don't think I'm boring."

"Boring?" you say, surprised. "Are there people out there who think you're boring?"

"Oh, definitely. You'd be surprised. Jin, for one. He swears up and down that he doesn't think so, but a few minutes in and his eyes are already starting to glaze over. You, on the other hand…well, I've been monologuing for ages, but you've just been standing there with that mesmerized look on your face the whole time."

"Mesmerized?" You chuckle. "I don't know about that."

"No, it's true," he insists. "Admit it. I fascinate you."

"And?” you ask. “What about it?”

“What do you say we get out of here?” he says, barely blinking an eye. The corner of his mouth quirks. “This party’s almost over anyway. We can continue this conversation somewhere we can actually hear ourselves think.”

You hesitate. You barely know this guy. But he likes you – you can tell. He’s the first guy in a long time to express genuine interest in you or your job or your personal life in general. It doesn’t hurt that he’s easy to look at, either, with his striking brown eyes and easy, dimpled smile. There’s just something about the way he looks at you that makes your palms tingle and you heart feel like it’s about to explode. And what is it about rolled up sleeves and exposed forearms that just drives you absolutely insane? Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, or the letdown from Ji-eun’s unsuccessful attempt to set you up with Minho – but you have to see where this goes. “Okay,” you say finally. “Where should we go?”

He’s about to speak when Seokjin and Ji-eun stumble up, arm in arm. “Namjoon-ah! My best friend!” Seokjin exclaims drunkenly. He throws his long arms over Namjoon’s shoulders from behind, pink-cheeked and grinning. “I think I’m in love.”

“Oh, really?” Namjoon eyes his friend with a dry expression. “Who is she, then?”

He looks at Ji-eun blankly, then back at Namjoon. "Ah, well, her name isn't important. What matters is…I'm in love." Seokjin pokes a long finger into Namjoon’s cheek. “And I’m going to marry her.”

“Oppa!” squeals Ji-eun, pulling him back toward her. “Really?”

“Uh-huh. I’ll bet.” Namjoon’s gaze cuts in your direction. “Sorry. Normally he’s better at holding his liquor than this,” he whispers. “I should really get him home before he gets any louder – and gets us uninvited from future events.”

“Same here,” you say apologetically. “If we can manage to split them apart again.” Seokjin and Ji-eun are once again furiously making out, hands in places you’re not even sure you’re supposed to be looking.

“They’ll have to come up for air sometime. I think we might have a chance then. You grab yours and I’ll grab mine?”

“Deal.” The second Ji-eun pulls away from Seokjin to take a breath, you take her firmly by the arm and pull her toward the door of the reception hall, ignoring her protesting about being separated from the love of her life, while Namjoon tugs Seokjin along behind you. There’s a line of people outside already waiting for taxis, given that you’re in the middle of the city, so you join the queue behind another couple, still trying to prevent Ji-eun and Seokjin from devouring each other whole on the sidewalk.

“Nicely done,” says Namjoon, the dimple in his cheek reappearing alongside his grin, while he maintains a firm grip on Seokjin's arm. “I take it you have experience with this?”

“Only every Saturday night since university.” You chuckle. “Between the two of us I’m definitely the responsible one.”

“Eonni!” whines Ji-eun. “Don’t tell him that! He’ll think you’re boring!”

You plant an elbow firmly into the side of her ribs, sending her into silence.

"That's okay." His smile doesn't waver. "I'm a little bit boring myself, so what's one boring person to another?"

Boring? you think. You're not boring at all. You’re passionate about what you love. You’re the first man to look at me that way: like I’m the most interesting person in the world to you, when really it’s the other way around. You’re sweet. You’re adorably awkward. You’re bad at flirting – but something about you draws me in anyway. And I know we’ve only just met…but I want to know everything about you. What makes you happy, what inspires you, what intrigues you…I want to spend hours listening to you tell me all about it.

The crowd waiting for cabs disperses until it's just you and Namjoon. "I guess this is it, then,” he says as a taxi finally pulls to a stop in front of you. “We should do this again sometime. Minus the drunk people, of course. Not that I don’t enjoy dragging a hundred and thirty pounds of dead weight around with me, but it does put a damper on things, doesn’t it?”

“Yah, you bastard! I’m not that heavy!” Seokjin bellows, as he's struggling to stay upright, his words still slurring together.

“Yeah,” you say. “I’d like that. Maybe we can actually finish that conversation we were having before we got interrupted.” You nudge Ji-eun, who seems determined to make herself as unwieldy as possible, not so gently into the cab, sending her tumbling into the backseat, and turn back to him. “By the way…I really appreciate it. You talking to me. It made me forget how totally out of place I was.”

“Ah, it was nothing.” He ducks his head sheepishly. “As a fellow wedding crasher, I’m happy to have helped. Thanks for putting up with me rambling all night.”

“Please.” You smile, waving your hand. “Nothing to put up with. I had a good time.”

“Well…good night, y/n.” Namjoon closes the car door after you. “Get home safe. Until next time?”

“Until next time.” You look up at him. “Good night, Namjoon.” You sit back in your seat, allowing the flutter of excitement that’s been slowly building in your stomach to take flight. This guy…he likes you. He really likes you. You’re going to see him again. And for the first time, in a long time, if not ever…you’re excited. Really excited. Your hand goes to your mouth, barely concealing the grin that’s forming on your lips.

As your taxi pulls away from the curb, a hand suddenly appears in the half-open window, causing it to jerk to a stop. Namjoon appears next to the car, shaking his hand ruefully and wincing. "Damn, that hurts. Guess that'll teach me, won't it?" He leans down, bringing his face closer to yours. "Sorry about that. You were just about to disappear when it dawned on me that I forgot to ask you for your number, and I knew I had to do something before I lost you."

“Oh! My number.” Your heart flutters again. “Yeah, you’re going to need that, aren’t you?”

Namjoon watches as you tap your number into his phone. “Good thing I remembered when I did. That could have been a disaster.”

“A disaster, huh?” you ask, handing his phone back to him.

“Catastrophic.” He laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “How else would we have found out if we were meant to be if we didn’t go on an actual first date?” He gazes down at you with a teasing grin. “Anyway – I’ll call you?”

“Soon, I hope.” You smile. “I’ll be waiting.”

“I’ll try not to keep you waiting too long.” Namjoon’s eyes meet with yours momentarily before he turns away, letting out an awkward chuckle. “Well…good night, y/n. I mean it this time. Really.”

“Good night,” you say, stifling a giggle. “Get home safe.”

The taxi finally pulls away from the curb, and you can’t help looking out the window after him as he walks back toward Seokjin. He’s handsome, even from behind. Ji-eun flops against you, and you shift her to a more comfortable position against your shoulder. “I knew dragging you along was a good idea. Did I call it, or what?” she mumbles proudly. “You know, I saw the way you were looking at that guy just now.” She pokes teasingly at your arm, eyes half-closed. “Like you wanted to dive right in and take up residence in his dimples. And sparks like a fireworks show. It’s so obvious! You are smitten.” Ji-eun sing-songs the last part.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, pressing your lips together to hide your smile. Ji-eun might not have introduced you to the love of your life – but it’s the first time in a while that you’ve felt this way about anyone – and you suppose you do have to thank her for that.

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can you suggest fics with love confessions/first kiss

Hey Nonny!

It's not much, but I do have enough fics compiled for a new Love Confessions list! Check these out, and also have a look-see at my other lists below! I just recently posted Part two of my First Kiss list, so enjoy that as well!!

As usual, suggestions are welcome, friends!

LOVE CONFESSIONS Pt. 6

Love Confessions / Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. (Fluff Version)

... / Love Confessions, Slow Burn & Dev. Rel. Pt. 2 / ...

Love Confessions Pt. 3

Love Confessions Pt. 4

Love Confessions Pt. 5

Christmas-Time Love Confessions

First Kiss (Updated March 24/23)

First Kiss Pt 2

The Skin Over My Heart by standbygo (E, 8,849 w., 1 Ch. || Post-Hiatus, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Dog Tags, Military, Homophobia, Gay Bashing, POV First Person Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Undercover, Haircuts, Flashbacks, Touching, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Metaphors, Introspection, Hand Jobs, On the Couch, John’s Past, Angst with Happy Ending) – Sherlock and John are still trying to adjust to Sherlock's return from his hiatus when John's friend Bill Murray brings them a case. Someone is targeting the LGBTQA+ members of Bill's unit. John and Sherlock go undercover at the unit, but when they end up having to flirt to flush out the suspect, Sherlock realizes he's in over his head.

A Comprehensive Taxonomy of Tobacco-Ash by Silvergirl (E, 11,475 w., 2 Ch. || No TRF AU || Cranky Sherlock, Alternating POV’s, Self-Esteem Issues, Jealous John, Pining John, Confessions, First Kiss, Frottage, Bed Sharing, Sensuality, Cuddling, Touching) – A handsome academic approaches Sherlock about publishing his magnum opus on tobacco-ash in a prestigious scientific journal. Sherlock is quite flattered and flustered, and John’s nose is out of joint.In this little AU there is no Fall and no Mary. Instead, there is humor and smut. Truly a disproportionate amount of smut.

Both Sides Now by Silvergirl (M, 14,724 w., 5 Ch. || Post-TEH / Reunion Fix-It, Bed Sharing, First Kiss / Time, Undercover John, Couple for a Case, Assassin Mary, Big Brother Mycroft, Norfolk Coast, Angry John, First Kiss, Worried Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Alternating POV, Infidelity, Meddling Mycroft, Emotional Love Making, Matchmaker Mycroft) – Sherlock, undercover on the Norfolk coast, texts that he needs help; John is still seething after Sherlock’s gambit in the train car, and he refuses. When Sherlock goes missing, Mycroft sends John in to pose as Sherlock’s bit on the side.

The Slow Dance and Death of a Carbon Copy by batslikepastel (T, 15,576 w., 8 Ch. || Angst with Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Mental Health Issues, Mary is Not Nice, Idiots in Love, Eventual Fluff, Developing Relationship, Alcoholism, Love Confessions, BAMF John, First Kiss) – He hasn’t talked to Sherlock outside the bedroom since that first night. Today, though, when Sherlock painstakingly makes John’s favourite breakfast- eggs Benedict- he smiles delightedly and kisses his cheek. “Thanks, Mary.” The first sign of delusion.

Swallow the Night by ArwaMachine (E, 87,873 w., 15 Ch. || TSo3/Stag Night Fix It, TAB/S4 Divergence, Toplock, Mutual Pining, PWP, Drunk / Public Sex, Anal Fingering/Sex, Alcohol-Induced Amnesia, Everyone Knows Except Them, Emotional Love Confession, Demisexual Sherlock, Internalized Homophobia [John], Parentlock with Rosie, First Kiss, Drug Relapse, Infidelity, Texting, Masturbation, Oblivious John, Emotional Love Making, Angst with Happy Ending, Dreams and Nightmares) – “Do you know how long,” John panted, his cheek scraping against the wall, looking back at Sherlock through half-closed eyes, “I’ve wanted this?” Sherlock pressed himself against John’s back, biting at John’s ear. “Not nearly as long as I have,” he whispered.

Bakers with Benefits by Raina_at (E, 88,130 w., 14 Ch. || Great British Bake Off AU || Strangers to Lovers, Switchlock, Friends with Benefits, Mentions of Alcoholism / Past Drug Use, Banter, Flirting, Fluff, Light Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Past Sherlock/Victor, Mutual Pining, POV Sherlock, Obsessive Sherlock, John’s Bum) – Sherlock Holmes has a successful YouTube baking channel, but what he really wants is his own bakery. When an old friend sends him a call for the very first Great British Bake Off, he seizes the opportunity to finally win a sponsor for his bakery. Here's the plan: Win Bake Off, get the bakery, don't fall in love with the handsome Army doctor at the neighbouring station. Easy.

Drawn to Stars by Silvergirl (E, 109,272 w., 60 Ch. || S4 Compliant to TLD / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Sherlock’s Italian Adventure, Sherlock/OC and Johnlock, Jealous John, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, First Kiss/Time, Idiots in Love, 3 Part Story, Slow Burn, Inexperienced Sherlock, Bottom Sherlock, Introspection, Multiple Alternating First and Third Person POV, Separation and Reconciliation, Emotional Love Making, Love Confessions via Letters, Angst with Happy Ending) – After the Culverton Smith case Sherlock is clean, working, and looking for a romantic partner—since John has told him that’s what he needs. Shame John didn’t mention he was interested in that role himself, before Sherlock went off to Rome with a gorgeous Italian copper to try to fall in love and become a complete human being. Part 1 of the Drawn to Stars series

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Sleight Of Hand - Task Force 141!Platonic x Fem!Reader (JOKER)

Summary:Ghost and Soap find out the reason behind your code name and the tricks you have hidden up your sleeve. Ghost gets to see through murky water of your home life. Ghost and Soap comfrot you through teh throws of the aftermath of a mission.

Proofread: NOPE - Very little was done.

Pairing: Ghost!Platonic x Fem!Reader - Soap!Platonic x Fem!Reader - 141!Platonic x Reader (JOKER - Previous chapter: Part 3) (Soap and Ghost are a bit more than platonic with Reader :) )

WordCount: 7.8k?

Age Rating: 16+ Preferably

Codename: JOKER

KEY: Y/N - Your Name, L/N - Last Name.

Warning/Info: Kinda a self indulgent thing but meh, Fluff, Angst, Backstory, PTSD, sexual intentions, self image insecurities. Pet Names - Love, Lass, Sweetheart, Darling etc. **Kinda force sexual actions - nothing extreme, just uncomfortable making out** (Tell me if i missed anything)

I’ve done some art of JOKER and the Task Force so if you wanna see it Comment!

Tag List: @boogieman-23

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The briefing room is filled with typing. The sound of cards shuffling and the creaking sound of a chair. You’re all waiting for Price to walk through the door of the briefing room with the following mission brief and a stack of papers.

Soap had his feet up on the table, leaning back in the creaky chair, straining the legs of the chair with his weight. The poor legs look like they are about to give out, then his ass will hit the floor hard. It wouldn’t be worth complaining afterwards, however it would be a good laugh at the time. Ghost is doing what Ghost does best, lurking in the shadows with a cold gaze, watching you shuffling cards specifically. Perfectly seated where the sunlight from outside is blocked by the pillar between the windows.

“You’re gonna break the chair, Soap” you state as you shuffle your deck of cards, seeing Soap out the corner of your eye leaning back on his chair. “I’ll be fine lass. It can hold me.” He chuckles, testing the strength of the chair’s legs even more. You huff out a “If you say so” while flicking out the jokers of the deck, followed by the aces. The suits facing down before you flip them over, their suits staring back at you.

“How did you do that?” Gaz pipes up, seeing you easily splaying the cards out in order of clubs, diamonds, spades and hearts. “Do what?” You ask, reshuffling the cards, including the Jokers. “Being able to shuffle the cards and then put them in order without looking.” He points out, you shrug as you fan the cards back out. “It’s all magic.” “Bullshit.” Soap quips as he leans forward, the chair slamming back down on the floor. “You can’t do magic, that’s just street work to get money.” You sigh as you look at Soap, a brow raised, your mask secure on your face with the joker smile painted on it. You give the deck of cards to Soap, tilting your head. “Go on, shuffle it then.” You push the deck into his hands, leaning back with a smirk hidden under the dark fabric.

Ghost approaches the table, sitting down across from you with piqued interest and wanting to see what is going to happen. “Here you go lass, shuffled it real good.” He chuckles, pushing the deck of cards towards you on the table, a smug smirk plastered on his face. “Try it now.”

You pick the deck up, shuffling it, stacking it in four different piles. “You don’t know how she got her name, do you Soap?” Price states when he walks through the door, watching you fan the cards out again in the order of red, black, red, black. Soap’s mouth hangs open, gaping like a fish. Gaz is chuckling with amazement, Ghost just watching in curiosity. “She got her name from early years in the army, she always had a deck of cards, always having a joker card on her somewhere.” Price points out, motion towards you who is shrugging. You swipe your hand over Soap’s head, nothing can be seen in your hand, bringing your hand back to his face showing you have a Joker card in your hand. “Steamin’ Jesus” he mumbles, laughing as he takes the card from your hand. Sleight Of Hand.

The briefing of your next mission goes smoothly, Soap still thinking over how you did the card trick. Watching you closely, staring at you, Ghost kicks his leg to stop him. “Joker, are you okay with that plan? Going in without a mask and all?” You nod your head, understanding that your comfort zone is going to be pushed and strained. But you swallow down the anxiety about the mission, a mission is a mission, and you’re going to complete it despite your anxiety thrashing like a feral cat. With the new mission being an undercover op, you go in as a guest to pickpocket a man for a USB drive and get out without a hitch. You would be going in under a high esteem woman’s ID, a bodyguard in attendance with you. Which ends up being Soap, Ghost would be watching through a sniper and Gaz being posted outside in a getaway vehicle. Price would be with Gaz, both ready to step in if something goes astray.

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You’re playing with the cards again while reading over the file of the woman you’ll be pretending to be. Some Italian woman, Claudia Volta, Daughter of a mafia boss. She will be attending the party in her fathers place, accompanied by her bodyguard. You’re beyond thankful you stuck with languages while in school, Italian and German being your main focus. However you did dabble in Spanish, Russian and French. Luckily for you, everyone at the party will be too occupied with flaunting their money and taking advantage of the free drinks to notice you. Your mission is to get in, find the man who is hosting the party that is promoting his arms deal business before Christmas. Illegally selling the weapons to many mafia’s, gangs and groups of a like. Get up close and personal with the older man, who has a thing for younger women, pickpocket the harddrive from the pocket of his suit and get the hell out of there without a hitch. Easy right? Would be easy if you didn’t have scars that mark your face.

Ghost stays behind, quiet as normal. You look up when you feel his eyes on you, stopping the card shuffling. He tilts his head, a silent question filling the silence. “Nervous tick, picked it up from my dad…” you mumble, flicking out a joker card and placing it on the table. “So this is how you got your name?” He asks, picking up the joker card from the table between his thumb and pointer finger. “Yeah, got a tattoo of it too.” Ghost hums, looking you up and down trying to figure out why? What’s the meaning? Where is the tattoo? He didn’t notice anything when he was patching up your injuries, or when you were in the medical wing. “Covered by my watch…” you lift your left forearm, the bottom of the joker card tattoo peeking out from behind your watch, he can see a ‘7’ and a ‘2’ next to the joker card. You wear the face of your watch on the inside of your wrist, something that many people don’t understand why.

Joker cards are one of them card’s you can use as a good luck charm, to a degree it is. But the deeper meaning behind it, more than just hoping for being lucky. Joker is a wild card in poker, it can be anything it needs to be depending on the situation, making it as useful as the holder is creative.

Then the 7-2 unsuited is the worst possible hand you could get in a game of poker. Ghost knows this, he doesn’t quite understand why you have them accompany the joker. “Lucky charm… Kinda, wild card really. Just like me.” Ghost nods his head, giving you the card back. “And the Seven-Two?” He asks, his voice holding curiosity. “Got them after the joker. Worst possible hand… just like the situation I was dropped into when I stupidly decided to go home one year.” you hold out the cards, fanned out. “Pick a card.” Ghost takes a card, looking at it slyly, blocking it with his large hand. Four of Diamonds. He puts it back, you in turn shuffling the deck well. Even letting Ghost shuffle them. “How did you learn… this?” He places the deck on the table, sliding it over to you. You shuffled the deck once more, taking the top card and showing it to Ghost, he nodded. You smile lightly when you see it’s four of diamonds. “My dad taught me when I was young, I got really into it. I got good at it too, but I kinda hated myself for it… My dad was a thief too, to be able to pay for bills. Especially when my mother got cancer. He used ‘magic’ to distract people while he pickpocketed them.” You pause, showing a sleight of hand trick, Ghost doing the same trick. It is easy, just hide the card behind your hand, the easiest trick in the book.

You don’t know why you are telling him your life story, especially in the briefing room. He’s quiet, listening, paying attention. Not interrupting you, letting you just talk and let your brain run. You feel safe with him, yes you feel safe with everyone in the team. But they just have a different air about them, may sound cheesy but he’s like a large bear that’s always watching over you, but can be a vicious wolf when needed. “Came home one Christmas, it was the first Christmas without my mother. I thought that was the worst fucking Christmas. I was wrong.” You mumble, dealing out the cards between yourself and Ghost. Setting up for Last Card, a distraction. “I get that…” he states, picking up his cards, knowing you’re trying to get a distraction set up. You hate having to confront your memories, Ghost understands that, he hates it too.

You look at him, eyes meeting his, emotions raging like a stormy sea in yours. You place a card down, Ghost picks up and immediately plays the card. “I have three siblings, all half siblings. Confusing family apparently.” Ghost tilts his head “Different mother with brother, different father with sisters?” You nod, surprised he got it correct. “Yeah, my oldest sister is basically the star child. Her young son and daughter are a priority for the whole family. Another kid on the way, my middle sister, lives with our grandparents on my mothers side.” You smirk when you hold up your last card, one play away from winning. “Last time I saw my dad we argued, the same year I joined the army.” Your brother and you are close but both too busy with life, he’s older by 14 years, oldest sister by 12, middle by 10.

“I was in the Army for around three years, each year I spent Christmas on base, taking the time to hone in on my skills. Got begged by my middle sister to come home for Christmas one year.” You smile when you see Ghost reset the cards for another round of Last Card. “Dad treated me like his personal slave again. Got questioned left and right for the first hour, then the oldest sister, her husband and the kids arrived. My presence was basically non-existent, kids liked me. Didn’t mind them, got them to be quiet for a bit when I was telling ’em about my job. But got scolded quickly for telling them, I wasn’t even going into detail about the shit I saw on my first deployment.” You groan, the memory making you feel sick. “Before you ask, no they didn’t contact me before my deployment. Only contacted me once they found out my team got injured.” You pause. “But my grandparents on my fathers side, I like them. My grandfather is Scottish, my grandmother was, well still is Irish. Good mix” You chuckle, Ghost just hums.

“So, not going home for Christmas after this mission then?” He quips, you chuckle lightly. “Hell no. Probably scare the kids off with the scars, cause I just know someone will beg for me to take off the mask.” Ghost plays his last card, leaving you with two left. Ghost places a hand over yours, eyes meeting yours. His dark chocolate eyes warm, telling you you’re not alone, keeping you grounded. “How about we go get you ready for this mission.” He states, not a question, not a command, more a suggestion without the question. You nod, swiping up the cards and snapping a rubber band around them again. The box got ruined long ago. You move towards the door, ready to sit in a chair in the medical wing and have one of the girls dab brushes and sponges on your face for the next hours and wrap you up in an ungodly short dress. Ghost’s hand lands on your shoulder just as you’re about to step foot into the corridor, you turn to look at him. He brings a hand up next to your face, performing a sleight of hand. “Forgot your joker, love.” You smile, shoving his shoulder lightly. He hands it to you, you shake your head lightly, pushing the card to his chest. You keep your eyes on the card, his jacket, his breathing. “Keep it, for good luck.” You whisper, you step away from him, his hand holding the card to his chest.

Ghost watches you walk down the corridor, looking over the file again and again. His chest tightens, heart speeding up a fraction, heat pooling in his cheeks. He’s beyond thankful for the balaclava. He doesn’t understand why he gets this warm feeling, why he gets the urge to have physical contact when he sees you vulnerable. He’s lost and confused. He just wants to hold you close, tell you everything is okay, hear you tell him that everything is going to be okay. But he doesn’t want to get too close, keep you at arm’s length, keep you out of his wreckage of problems.

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“And Done!” The younger girl in front of you states, she steps back looking at her hard work. She successfully made the scars blend in with your skin, if you look close enough you can still see the slight difference between the textures. You sigh, feeling like you just cake painted onto your face, you’re not one to wear a full face of make out. Maybe some mascara and lipgloss at most, otherwise you just go as is. “Time for the dress!” The girl - Amy - says, her bright personality a stark contrast against your gloomy one. “Just give me the dress.” You snap, already sick of her excessive talking, snatching the dress on the hanger, covered in a black sleeve to keep it protected. “Thanks, bye” You mutter as you walk out of the medical wing, keeping your head down. Happy to be out of the disgusting smelling medical wing, happy to be walking to your room.

(Dress Inspo , Hair Inspo, some sort of braid into a bun or just nice wavy - Eye Shadow)

You stare at the dress that hugs your body, the feeling uncomfortable as you grimace at how much skin is exposed. You swallow the lump in your throat as you tug at the silky fabric. The bodice hugs your body, the rest of the fabric becoming loose and flowing from your waist down to the floor. You’re thankful it’s not skin tight the whole way and nor is it short. “Fuck, god dammit” you wiggle, trying to tie the intricate back laces. You sigh, stomping your feet on the ground as you walk towards the door. Heels clacking against the concrete in the corridor as you keep a hand behind you, holding the dress together. Thankfully everyone was in the common area of the 141 barracks. You peek your head around the corner, your plan to grab whoever your eyes land on first to come help you.

Oh how the cards were in your favourite, Laswell was walking in your direction. “Laswell!” You whisper yell gaining her attention quickly. “Y/N? What are you.” You cut her off by grabbing her hand and quickly walking back to your room, shutting the door and turning around so your back is to her. “I can’t tie it up. Help.” Laswell chuckles at your predicament, smiling as she ties the dress up. You turn around when she taps your shoulder, she adjusts the few strands that hang out from your hairstyle, making sure all the final touches are done. “You look beautiful” you smile, a blush tinting your cheeks. “Thank you” you whisper, not trusting your own voice. “Not used to this type of thing…” Laswell chuckles, her hands holding yours, the bangles on your wrist jangle. The necklace that’s around your neck hangs low, the small blue sapphire catching the light, a silver cold against your skin. You want your dog tags back, they have a sort of weight that comforts you.

“Well, you look stunning nonetheless, knife secure? Clutch with ID?” You pick the simple black and silver clutch up from the bed, ID securely inside, tapping your thigh that has a knife strapped to it securely. “Yes ma’am” you nod, Laswell nods as she opens the door for you. You make your way out the door, allowing Laswell to walk in front of you. Your heels echo around the corridor, your dress floating behind you gently, the light silky fabric catching the light. Laswell turns around and motions for you to stop, letting her get the boy’s attention.

Your hands are shaky, breath catching in your throat. Why are you doing this? You don’t ever do this, you don’t ever wear dresses anymore. You haven’t even worn heels in years, makeup got discarded long ago. Your mind races, your hands running up and down your dress over your thighs, the clutch tucked under your arm as you straighten up. You hear Laswell call for you, you hold the clutch in front of you as you let out a deep shaky breath. You round the corner, your eyes meeting Price’s immediately.

Laswell calls for you after shushing the team, Gaz and Ghost are decked out in their gear. Soap’s back is to you, Price is fixing his tie and suit, making sure he looks the part of a bodyguard. “God this is tedious” the Scotsman’s groaned, Price just shakes his head, his actions halting when he sees you enter the room. His ice blue eyes wide, a smile forming on his face, his heart swelling with pride. You’re like a daughter to him, he’s beyond protective of you. Soap looks at him confused, he turns around to see what he’s looking at. His stormy blue eyes widen, brows raised and mouth agape when his eyes meet yours. He scans you up and down, seeing the silky blue dress cascade down your body, his voice is stuck in his throat.

“You look stunning…” Price states as he moves past Soap, who is standing there like a gaping fish. “Thank you…” you whisper, Price smiles as he brings you into a gentle hug. “I wish this was on different terms” he chuckles as he pulls away, hearing Laswell protest at to hug, saying he will muck up your outfit and hair. “Yeah, but hey. Hopefully after this it will be different next time.” You joke, as you look around the group. Ghost nods to you, his eyes full of admiration, amazement even. “You look amazing!” Gaz calls out, walking over, holding you by the shoulders, looking you up and down. “Thanks” You laugh gently, pushing his shoulder gently. You look over Gaz’s shoulder, eyes meeting Soap’s. A blush spreads from your cheeks to your ears as you see him look you up and down, but still keeping his eyes on yours after his full body scan. He’s still gaping at you like you’re an angel, some mythical creature sent down to guide him. “Didn’t know you owned a suit.” You chuckle when you walk up to him, smiling softly, trying to ignore all the butterflies fluttering around your stomach and chest. The clenching of your chest, the lump in your throat.

Soap shakes his head gently as he blinks quickly, a blush quickly forming on his cheeks. “I-… I… Steamin’ Jesus” he breathes out, swallowing the lump in his throat. “You look bloody beautiful, Lass” he states quietly, his hands coming up to gently cup your cheeks. Looking into your eyes, you can see the tornado of emotions in his eyes. Adoration, awe and even devotion spills from him. Your hands gently wrap around his wrists, you lean into his touch, letting the quiet moment sink in. Everyone else knows you need to ground yourself before this, allowing you to ground yourself with the person who is going to be by your side for most the night is what you do. Your eyes flutter closed as you let out a sigh, Soap leans his forehead on yours, careful to not ruin your hair or makeup. “You can do this Lass, you’re strong, you know you can do this.” He whispers, his eyes scanning your features, the gentle blue and black dusting your eyelids catching his eye. You open your eyes again, trailing from Soap’s shoes up to his face, meeting his ice blue eyes. “Ready?” He asks, not pushing you to answer. “Yes Sir.” Soap chuckles at your answer, he kisses the crown of your head before pulling away.

You turn around, Soap’s hand lands on the small of your back. “You two ready?” Price asks, approaching you two. He got a small black velvet box in his hand. You look down at it when he hands it to you, it’s a pair of blue and silver earrings. They are crawler earrings with a small blue gemstone hanging down, meaning they wrap up and around your ear. A small microphone and speaker tucked close on the inside of your ear, concealed inside the jewellery. “Yes sir.” You state, you take the earrings as put them one, Soap helping with the clasp. “Can you hear me, Love?” Ghost speaks through the Comms, you can hear it crackle to life, it is faint as it is not right in your ear. “Yeah, a bit faint.” You state, Laswell explains that you can’t have an ear peice or you could get called out.

“Right, let’s get this done.” Price states, Gaz is ready with the keys. Ghost ready with his Rifle strapped to his back. “Good luck and happy hunting” Laswell states as she sees you all off, nodding to you. Soap opens the door for you, helping you get in the SUV and not get the dress caught on anything. You’re between Ghost and Soap, in the middle seat. A bit of a tight fit but that’s fine. Your hand is wrapped tightly around Soap’s, your other hand playing with your clutch. Price is in the front seat, Gaz driving.

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Ghost got out of the SUV half a block away down a back street, quickly getting to the roof of a building. You stayed in the middle seat, leaning onto Soap, now playing with his fingers as you focus on getting your Italian accent on point. Then the car stops, your heart is racing, you can feel a drop of sweat trail down your back when you spot the high security outside the large building. Most of it glass, marble pillars can be seen just past the doors, money flaunting jackass clearly too stuck up to notice how exposed the building is. “You’ve got this, we will be there as soon as something goes south.” Price states, turning around placing a hand on your knee. You nod, smiling softly.

Soap leads you to the security check in, anxiety thumping in your chest, heart beating against your ribs. You can see Soap’s fingers twitching to hold you close, but he goes against it. You swallow down the acidic feeling in your throat, breathing deeply and channelling the personality of a spoiled woman of a mafia boss from Italy.

“Name and ID” a large man states, around the same height and build of Ghost. His accent is thick, Russian. “Claudia Volta” you state confidently, sass and the ‘daddy’s little girl’ attitude spilling off you in waves. You hand over your ID, your picture and the fake name printed on the card. The man looks you up and down, his eyes glancing over to Soap who has a blank but serious face plastered. “ID Sir” the security man asks, his hand held out for the ID. “Oh, he’s just a bodyguard. Papa wanted him to come with me, I said no but he insisted.” You talk sweetly, Italian accent sticking. “I still need his ID ma’am.” He insists, you can tell he’s trying to keep his eyes off your chest. You’re leaning towards him, hand dancing up and down his arm, your chest in his line of sight. “He’s not important, he’s just going to be with me all night.” You speak into his ear, pressing up against him. “O-Okay, Here you go ma’am” he states as he hands back your ID. You smile sweetly up at him, thanking him.

Ghost is watching the scene unravel through the scope, scanning the area, his jaw clenching when he sees the guard clearly look down at your chest. Soap himself is fighting the urge to bash the man’s head in, choke him out, bludgeon him and tell him how disgusting it is to blatantly stare at a woman’s chest. You want to throw up, feeling disgusting as you feel his eyes still lingering on your form as you walk into the building, Soap close behind you.

Your heels click against the white marble tile, the lights shining down, almost blinding you. Marble pillars line the wide corridor short, leading into a large open multi-storey room. Glass back and front, staircase off to the right, a security guard standing point. A black rope with a sign in many different languages stating ‘Do Not Enter, Private Personnel only’. The cat walks above has glass bannisters, no surprise there, this man wants glass everywhere. The grand staircase in the middle has security lining both sides, the man of the hour is at the top of the stairs. The layout almost reminds you of the Wright’s Bach House.

“This place is huge…” Soap mumbles next to you, looking around subtly. You just nod, eyeing the man you need to pickpocket talking to a group of men and women at the top of the staircase. You’re surrounded by many men and women in fancy suits and dresses, glammed out to high heaven. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel eyes on you, hoping it’s just Ghost watching from his position outside. “Found the target” you say quietly, turning to Soap. The music is muffled by the crowd talking, mingling with drinks in their hands, some fancy finger food. “Aye, we can’t get him immediately” he states, his back is stiff when he weaves through people, trying to avoid any collisions. Your fingers thread through Soap’s, his shoulders relax slightly. “Just stay close, we will get to him soon enough” you whisper into the comms, knowing if you go any closer than you already are you won’t be able to pull off the bodyguard nod rich girl act.

You mingle with a few people, holding a glass of champagne between your fingers, the bitter taste feeling acidic in your throat. Soap lingers, trying to keep up the bodyguard act for as long as he can. One of the women compliments your dress, saying how well it suits you. “Thank you so much” you say, complimenting her in return, you guess some rich people aren’t too bad. “I’ll be right back, going to get another drink.” The lady says, her accent thick, French? Maybe, you’re not sure. You just nod, turning around to bump into someone, almost spilling the drink in your hand. “Oh- I’m sorry.” You state as you look up, heart beat quickening when you realise it’s the man of the hours, the target himself.

“It’s alright. You look Divine Miss…?” He subtly asks for your name, you smile sweetly, trying to make sure to act tipsy. “Claudia, Claudia Volta” the man’s eyes widened at the recognition of the last name. “You must be Mr. Volta’s daughter?” You giggle lightly, shrugging gently. “Yes, that is me. You must be Victor Andreev?” He nods with a pearly white smile, it makes you feel sick. “Yes, that is me. It’s a pleasure to meet you Claudia.” He states, he takes your hand, bowing to kiss your knuckles before standing up. You see Soap clench his jaw and fists, the urge to deck the man running through him like a wild beast. “You’ve got quite a crowd here for this event Mr. Andreev. Questo è fantastico! (This is great)” you state, a hand coming up to feather over his arm.

He’s clearly interested in more than just talking with you. His eyes have barely left your cleavage. Your skin crawls when you feel his eyes rake over your body. “It is quite fantastic.” He says, his hand coming to lay on the small of your back. “Questo è un posto bellissimo. This is a beautiful place you’ve got here Mr. Andreev” you smile, fighting the urge to slap his hand away. “Call me Victor, Love” he smiles, guiding you to the stairs towards what you would assume is the more VIP area of the event. ‘Love’ Disgusting, it sounds like acid when it comes from him. Like a bullet dipped in bleach, burning your skin.

You only ever let Ghost or Price call you love, Gaz defaults to ‘mate’ so there’s no worry there. Then Soap calls you Lass most of the time, barely ever uses your call sign. Barely anyone knows your name, Price and Laswell obviously. Maybe Ghost? He is your Lieutenant after all, he kinda needs to know the ins and outs of his team to a point. But otherwise, Gaz and Soap highly likely don’t know. Which you’re thankful for, cause god did you hate when people call out your name.

You glance over your shoulder towards Soap, who is making his way towards you, his eyes blazing with anger. “Where are we going?” You ask, feeling a shiver go down your spine when you feel Victor pull you close by your waist. His large hand feels disgustingly warm, making you feel like something is wrong. “Just out to the balcony, Is that your bodyguard behind us?” He asks, turning to look at Soap. You can see the dark look in Victor’s eyes, his smile faltering a little. “Yeah, Papa insisted on me having one this evening.” You sigh, leaning into Victor, playing the tipsy daddy’s girl. “Right, well he should know you’re safe with me.” He smirks, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You hear the faint sound of Ghost and Soap talk into the Comms. “What are you doing Joker…” Ghost mumbles down the Comms, the pillars blocking his view. “Lass, I’ve been cut off from you.” Soap growls, you see him getting stopped by the security guards on the stairs. “I just need to talk to him for a moment… if that’s okay?” You ask, your hand coming to lay on the man’s chest, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Oh, Of course. Don’t take too long…” Victor states, his hand lingering on your waist as you make your way back down the stairs, pulling Soap off to the side. Excusing yourself and him from the security guard.

You’ve tucked yourself just by the staircase, out of view from Victor. Soap looks down at you, hands twitching to put his hands where Victor’s were, wipe away the disgusting feeling that would be sticking there. “If something goes wrong, I’ll call you. I’ll get myself out of there, Ghost won’t be able to see me. Laswell is watching the cameras. Trust me Soap…” You whisper, your hand lingers at the junction of his forearm and elbow. “Alright, I’ll be at the bottom of the stairs waiting. Okay Lass?” He states, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. You nod, a small smile on your lips. You walk back to Victor, seeing him eyeing you up and down again. “Stay safe, Love…” You hear Ghost state down the comms, you nod your head slightly, knowing Ghost is watching you closely.

Victor wraps his arm back around your waist, bringing you to the balcony, holding you a bit close for comfort. The chill in the air hits you like a rock. Victor notices you fight off a shiver, he smirks to himself, his mind turning to the dark corners. You turn around in his grasp when you lean on the railing, he’s caging you in with his arms. A small smirk on his lips, you can smell his cologne, it’s strong, sickly strong. Your chest is pushed up against his, your backside pushed up against the glass railing. “Finally have you to myself darlin’, you cold?” He states, his eyes darkening. His face is close, you can feel his breath on your cheeks, your lips. “Just a little, nothing I can’t handle.” You whisper, trying to control your breathing, you know where this is leading. No one else is out here, no one can see out on the balcony, apart from the two security guards at the entrance of the balcony.

Victor’s large hand grips your thigh under your dress, thankfully not the thigh witht he knife. Your hands glide up his chest, slinking under his jacket. You look at him through your lashes, moving your hips to meet his, you can feel the hard-on in his pants. It makes you feel gross, violated almost. Victor licks his lips, you swallow the urge to gag when he smashes his lips against yours, a rumble of a groan leaving Victor’s throat. He hikes up your thigh, your leg resting on his hip, you play into the role. Moaning softly when he grinds into you, your stomach twisting into knots of disgust.

You don’t want your first times to be taken by this man, you subtly feel his suit pockets for the USB Stick. You feel the small device in the pocket on the inside of his jacket. You sneakily slip your hand into he pocket, acting like you’re slipping his jacket off. His lips trail down your neck, biting gently and licking. You glance over his shoulder, holding the USB in his hand. You eyes catch Soap’s, he has managed to sneak past the security, knocking the ones by the door out quietly. He sees the fear in your eyes, he’s quick to act. Kicking the glass open, grabbing Victor by the back of his shirt, ripping him off you.

“You disgusting bastard!” Soap growls out, throwing the man to the ground. You let out a deep breathing, fixing your dress. Hiding the USB in your dress, you quickly pick up the clutch from the ground. Victor is stumbling to his feet, hands grazed, jacket half off, hair messy. “What the fuck…” Victor growls out, he looks up at Soap, who is fuming. Jaw clenched, fist’s ready to strike as he stomps towards the man. “You’re a fucking disgusting man! Don’t ever lay your hands on a woman again!” His Scottish accent comes out strong when he’s angry. “John…” You whisper, your hand wrapping around his arm, gently tugging him towards you. “Now Ghost” you state, a deep wet thunk sounds out. Victor crumbles, knees buckling and head hitting the ground. Blood pools on the floor, a dark crimson hole marks the man’s forehead. Ghost managed to change buildings as soon as he heard the conversation about the balcony, Price took Ghost’s old spot.

“Good shot L.T” Soap states, his arms wrapping around you tightly. Tucking your head into his chest, his nose nuzzled into the crown on your head. “Let’s get out of here” you mumble, gripping Soap’s jacket tightly. He guides you past Victor, keeping you up against him. He guides you past everyone and security, it just looks like a drunk woman and her guard guiding her back home.

Gaz is ready with the car, you slide into the back seat. Soap sliding in next to you, you let your head lean back against the headrest. Gaz sees the look in your eyes when you get in the car, the anger on Soap’s face as he drives away. You pick up Price who looks at you, with a small nod, knowing how hard this was for you. When Ghost gets in the SUV, you can see he’s tense, his hands in fists when he gets comfortable next to you. You sigh, leaning into Soap, your hand lays on top of Ghost’s. The ride back to base is quiet, filled with tension, thick enough to slice with a butter knife.

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You immediately ran to the shower, leaving your heels in the car, ripping the hair pins and hair ties out of your hair. Soap and Ghost were talking, your heels hanging from Soap’s fingers by the ankle straps. Price told everyone just before they got on base to meet at the briefing room tomorrow morning, you gave Price the USB before you got out of the car. Gaz went with Price to help with finding whatever else is on the USB.

You rip open your drawers, grabbing the makeup wipes that Laswell gave you, aggressively wiping at your face. You throw the dirty wipes in the bin, shaking out your hair quickly. Your hands fiddle with the back straps, the interacte weaving and tying of them getting on your nerves. You yell in frustration, slamming your chest of drawers shut. You dash out of the bathroom, the dress floating behind you as you dash down the corridor, knowing that Soap and Ghost are on their way to the showers anyways. Yes you’re the only girl on the Task Force, you were lucky enough to get the one room with an attached bathroom. Tears of frustration pool in your eyes, just as you were about to reach the doors of the building, Soap and Ghost walk through. You let out a heavy breath, you immediately walk up Soap, leaning your forehead against his chest. His hands come to rest on your shoulders, confusion written over his face, the anger from before draining from him quickly. Ghost looks at you, his chest aching in a way he hates, he doesn’t understand it.

“What’s the matter Lass?” Soap questions, your heels still in his hand as he holds you close with his free arm. Ghost notices the light red marks on your bed, you were trying to undo your dress but not being successful. Ghost’s hand hovers over your back he can already see how tense your back and shoulders are, his eyes looking over all the small scars littering your back. “Is it your dress?” Ghost asks quietly, knowing you can hear him. You nod your head, your forehead still pressed into his chest. Ghost looks to Soap, the Scotsman nods, knowing you just need help, need grounding again. Ghost gently pulls you away from Soap, guiding you gently to your room. Soap follows behind, dropping your shoes by the end of your bed, grabbing a change of clothes for you. He chuckles when he spots the shirt he lended you a while ago, the sweat pants you stole from Gaz a few months back for winter are still in good condition, surprisingly from how much you wear them.

Ghost gets the shower running, you seated on the toilet, lid down. Your face in your hands, gripping your hair. “Joker…” Ghost says softly, looking over at you from his spot by the shower, his hand feeling the water. His gloves are on your bed, along with his tactical vest. You look up at him, eyes dull. He dries his hand on the soft towel that’s hanging by the shower, he crouches down in front of you, his eyes finding yours. Soap enters the bathroom, moving around Ghost, placing the spare clothes on the bench by the sink. You’re still in the dress, he watches the silent conversation exchange between you and Ghost. You nod your head softly, standing up and leaning into Ghost, his arms wrapping around you softly. His cologne comforting you, Ghost nods to Soap who is leaning against the bathroom sink.

Soap pushes himself off the bench, his hands gently touching your exposed back, his hands warm. He’s working on the ties of your dress, pulling them gently. You sigh when you feel the dress loosen, your arms holding the blue fabric to your chest, hiding yourself from them. Soap runs his hands up your back, removing the necklace and unclamping the earrings, he kisses the top of your head, knowing this helps with grinding you. He moves away, he walks into your room, placing the earrings and necklace on your chest of drawers. Ghost pulls away, keeping his eyes up analysing the plain white shower curtain. You turn around, your back to Ghost, his hands combing through your hair, getting the stray few clips out of your hair. There’s been no talking this whole time, just silent comforting looks, touches.

Ghost’s hand slides down your back, he leans his forehead against the back of your head, his eyes closed. “If you need anything, Johnny and I are just outside the door.” He mumbles, leaving a small kiss on your shoulder through the balaclava. He’s pushing his own comfort to help comfort you, keeping his hands on your longer than normal, kissing your skin is new. You melt in his touch and Soap’s, their kisses leaving warmth run through your body, comfort and grounding. You have never felt as grounded before as you have when they take their time to help you, gentle touches and whispered words.

He leaves you to shower, shutting the door softly. He picks his vest up from the bed, shoving his gloves into his jacket pocket. “Is she alright?” Soap asks quietly, looking at Ghost with furrowed brows, a frown forming on his face. Ghost stares at Soap for a moment, mind fumbling with his words, trying to find an explanation. Soap can see that Ghost is thinking, his eyes focusing on the floor. “She’ll need time…” he finally mumbles out, his chest hurting with what you must’ve been thinking, the fear, the anxiety—the dread of being unable to do anything.

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You lay in your bed, regretting the decision to tell the boys to go to their rooms. Your hands are clammy, your hair sticking to your forehead as a cold sweat drips down your brow. Eyes wide as you lay on your side, back to the wall, eyes scanning your room, barely any light seeping in from under the door and the gap in the curtains. Your chest hurts, and aches, your jaw is clenched, your goddamn teeth hurt from the tension. Tears sting your eyes as your hand grips the sheets by your head, you kicked the blanket off some time ago, the pillow pushed into the corner. You bury your face into the mattress, pushing yourself up onto your knees and you stare at the photo frame next your bed. You and the team, a photo you secretly took with Gaz’s help. You clamber off your bed, quietly opening your door, peeking your head out to make sure no one else was up and about. It was nearly midnight, surely no one else was up and about.

Your bare feet pad across the concrete, you hesitantly stand in front of Soap’s room. Hands shaking by your side as you try to pick up the courage to knock, but your running mind comes to halt when you hear the soft sound of a door clicking shut. Your head snaps up to the sound, you stare at the source of the sound. There stands the Lieutenant, he’s walking towards you, hood up. You lower your head, turning to face him, your fingers play witht he seam of the sweatpants. Ghost stands in front of you, his boots in your line of sight, he doesn’t do anything. Just standing there, letting you decide what will happen.

You look up at him, noticing he’s just wearing a plain balaclava, similar to the one you wear when you go for walks around base at night. No dark paint surrounds his eyes, it reminds you of the night he joined you outside. Ghost tilts his head towards Soap’s door, you just nod your head gently. You step to the side, Ghost knocking on the door. You hear the grumbled curses on the other side, shuffling and a groan. You look up at Soap when he opens the door, eyes barely open, hair tousled. He’s shirtless but has a pair of black sweatpants on, he looks from you to Ghost, looking back at you. Your eyes say it all, he opens the door wider, motioning for you to come in. You pause when you step into his room, turning back to look at Ghost, he was about to walk away when you grab his arm, his hands still in his pockets. “Please…” you whisper, Ghost and Soap look at each other, confused and concerned.

You gently tug on Ghost’s hoodie, Soap has made his way back to his bed, not caring what you do. He lays on his back, arms behind his head, as he lets out a deep breath. “Move it Johnny” Ghost’s voice rumbles, causing the Scotsman to flinch. Soap looks at the large man confused, you’re standing in front of him, eyeing the middle of the bed, exactly where Soap is. “God Jesus” he grumbles, moving over. You clamber onto the bed, Soap pushed up against the wall, you tucked into his side. You look over at Ghost who is just sitting on the side of the bed, a small dissatisfied sound comes from you. Soap grabs the large Englishman, pulling him down to cage you both in. “What the hell Johnny” Ghost growls, eyes wide and brows furrowed. “Shut yer mouth and let me sleep.” Soap sneers, his arm wrapping round you. Your head tucked under his chin. Ghost sighs, he turns onto his side, he looks down at you. You’re tucked into Soap, back against his chest, your hands gently grab Ghost’s hand. They run up to his shoulders, your eyes are half lidded, fingers dancing across the edge of his balaclava.

You want to lift the thick fabric, see what he looks like under the shield he wears daily. Ghost leans into your feather light touch, his tension easing. Ghost sighs, his hand coming up to lift the mask, knowing it’s far too dark for you to see his face clearly, you smile when you see him place the mask on the bedside table. Your eyes make out very little in the dark room. You coax him closer, tucking him into you like you are with Soap. Ghost allows it, his nose nudging your neck, arm wrapping around your and Soap. You feel safe, protected and loved being sandwiched between the two men, your hands run your Ghost’s hair, it’s short on the sides, a fade of some sort. Short on top, not as long as Soap’s mohawk but not as short as a buzz cut. It’s soft and silky.

Your mind comes to a mumbled hum, your body relaxing as you let sleep take you.

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Next Chapter!

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your-nanas-house · 5 months

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Hello again! May I please request a fluffy romantic fic of Hercule Poirot finding love again in sweet fem!Reader and they eventually get married after courting? (I just want to be wooed by Hercule and marry him!)

Awwww cute, sure! 🥰 Sorry if it took me so much, dear. Hope you are feeling all right!

Love and just Love

◇ Pairing: Hercule Poirot X wife!Reader

◇ Warnings: fluff, Drabble, routine, wooing, Hercule in love

◇ Summary: Hercule Poirot finds love again after loosing of his previous one.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. You can picture any Poirot you prefer.

Hercule Poirot was not one to show off his brilliant mind to just anyone. It was a precious gift that must be shared with those who appreciated it.

With a single glance, he could tell the clever from the foolish, the perceptive from the blind.

He looked all around the room, until he found her— she stood out to him amongst the entire gathering, and he knew she was a worthy opponent for his mind.

Her eyes were bright and curious, her wit was quick and witty, and her smile was warm and inviting— she kind of reminded him of his lost lover but he soon found out it wasn't like that.

The woman, whose name he learned to be Y/n, was quite her own persona, smart, joyful, carrying and so lovable.

It sadly took him a bit of time to be able to finally start courting her, bringing her flowers and small poems, in an attempt to impress her, they also started to make their small date become a habit.

Hercule really gave his best, leaded by his own feelings and emotions instead of his brain like he usually did during his every day life— it was something fresh, she was something fresh and pure that really made him feel better.

He never imagined to find love again, after he lost it once but Y/n managed to make him think again, abandoning his usual routine just to be with her till he managed to create their routine after the marriage.

Hercule continued to woo her, even after the wedding, appreciating her beauty and her soul like a love struck man.

His Mrs Poirot.

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#hercule poirot fic #hercule poirot x reader #hercule poirot #hercule poirot x you #hercule poirot fanfiction

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ferinehuntress · 17 days

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◈　NAME　 ⋯ 　Panda, Panda Bear, Nessie

◈　PRONOUNS　 ⋯ 　she/her

◈　MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?　 ⋯ 　Caitlyn, Vi, Karlach, and Aylin. I only keep active muses ^^

◈　RP PET PEEVES?　 ⋯ 　Hmmm, so one would be one way roleplays. When someone doesn't help push the story along. I don't want to sit here, debating on how I can encourage some reactions or what not. So I always try to give something to reply to whether its by an action, a question, a response that can be added to, etc... I also don't like when I reply with several paragraphs and someone only gives me 1-4 sentences. I do not expect mirror reflections of my post, but I do like quality. Quality does not equal quantity, but can still give absolutely plenty with a couple of paragraphs. And lastly, not communicating. I know sometimes it can be hard, some days your mind literally has no ideas or process. or if your distracted (I know a few people have that with me right now cause I'm playing BG3 XDD) but when you just, don't communicate, how can you write with each other? Its why I always try to send out welcome messages and encouarge the first step of communication.

◈　EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS　 ⋯ 　I started roleplaying when I was 11 on a site called Avidgamers. So its been a good.....24 years ish?

◈　FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT　 ⋯ 　Hands down, Angst is my go to. I will, without a doubt, love angst. Its never too much for me, i could have a bunch of angst going and it doesn't wear me down or anything. That being said, I don't like certain kinds of angst, like person versus person (example, my character and your character getting into an arguing and hating each other, or break ups or things like that). My kind of angst tends to be two people versus a situation, or where one is trying to save the other cause they are cursed, or trapped, being tortured, etc....Angst comfort too is good. I do like smut, but I tend to like to write it with people I talk to often and we have a good dynamic between our characters. Fluff is a bit harder for me, I can't do domestic cutesy things as I tend to get a little bored after awhile.

◈　PLOTS OR MEMES　 ⋯ 　I prefer plotting, plotting helps get a dynamic down (as I do not write first meetings or encounters) so this allows me to get a development of what are muses are like together. Its also a nice little platform of security to know what is going to happen in a thread. It isn't step by step plotting, but just enough of like 'okay, tehy are going to this place, its probably going to have a fight, and this is their objective'. Really simple plotting that allows for the comfort of stability while still allowing the flexibility of a character to control teh flow of the scene. Memes I tend to use after we've done some plotting because I understand dynamics better and I know what to write or ideas to creat.

◈　LONG OR SHORT REPLIES　 ⋯ 　I'll never give short replies. the shortest you'll get from me is about 2 paragraphs. I don't like gives just a skeleton writing and I tend not to follow people who do one liners or small less then 5 sentences writing. I'm in this for the long haul, I want stories and adventures and fun paragraph form writing.

◈　TIME TO WRITE　 ⋯ 　While I'm online almost all day, its more then likely you see me writing about 10-11pm CST. Writing at night is a lot easier then it is writing during the day. Don't know why, I'm a weird little night owl XD.

◈　ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)　 ⋯ 　I tend to write characters I associate with in some form or manner. Karlach for example, her absolute love of animals, and Caitlyn's more reclusive nature, or Vi's heart on her sleeve, and Aylin's protectiveness. I like to think I am in some way like them which allows me to bring them to life even more through this connection.

❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘　 ⋯ 　@apalestar, @c-leric, and others who said 'steal this' XD ❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆　 ⋯　@shimmerbeasts, @jynxd, @necrophcge, @never-surrender, @bubblybabins, @bakrahispul, @clara-eternal, @zaunseye, @lunarrepel, @lunawish, @lordliing, @hellscaress, @goldenfists, @governoir, @gauntlets-shot, @fereldensheroes, @dalishflame, @shldmaidns, @sanguisarcana, @starbvund, @arcanecast, @piltover-sharpshooter, @playgroundmonsters, @undercity-merc, @ruinouss, @runes-menagerie, @warwaited, and anyone else who wants to.

#[ panda speaks ] — personal games .

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bengiyo · 9 months

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I Told Sunset About You Rewatch Ep 4 Stray Thoughts

Teh broke all of our hearts last time by bringing Oh to the edge and then running away. We made it through the most Skyline episode of the series, and now it's time to pick up the pieces.

Oh, Teh, you can't just go back to studying like normal after last night.

The gay experience of having the mother of the boy you love ask you to keep an eye on his heterosexual endeavors.

Oh-aew fascinates me. He is walking such a complicated line with Teh. He doesn't mind being discreet about their connection, but he does want some assurances that Teh is serious about him and reciprocal about these feelings. Oh was right to ask about Tarn, especially if Teh feels jealous of Bas.

These two convey so much of their angst even when they're just laying on floors or couches. Nothing worse for gay crisis than seeing your friends being happily hetero on socials.

Poor Tarn. She wore her sexiest bra today in the hopes that she would make progress with Teh.

Look at Tarn. Chest out. Purple blanket. Purple bra. And yet he still chose Oh's red.

Mhmm, this is what I have always said. Tarn had so many reasons to expect things from and invest in Teh. Things were said.

I like Tarn reminding Teh that she has things she really wants to focus on that he's been distracting her from only to waffle.

Truly, Billkin is so good at nervous pacing.

Look at Oh showing up deep in Teh's blue, only for Teh to be awkward and distant. My love for Oh's straightforwardness knows no bounds.

Oh asking Teh to reply to his messages is such sad foreshadowing about the future. He always asked Teh for completely reasonable things and Teh always read way too much into it.

I love their friends. They know instantly that something happened between Oh and Teh again.

There he go score peeking again.

Oh literally ran from that boy.

"You've never understood me. I'm hurt." Give PP all the awards, honestly. We're gonna have another conversation in the street in IPYTM like this that's going to hurt.

Teh 🤝 Saengtai - "Aren't my actions enough?" NO. YOU STAY CONFUSING PEOPLE!!

Teh's mom steadily foreshadowing the consequences of Teh prioritizing Oh over himself.

Oh is literally wearing a tattered blue shirt that says "THINGS I'LL NEVER SAY."

Lobby scene, my beloved.

Lol the back of Oh's shirt almost says SUSS.

The way so much happens in this scene with the way Oh chooses to move relative to Teh. You can feel Oh's frustration and yearning pouring off of him.

When Oh moves away from the kiss he almost initiated? Incredible acting.

The PP Ru He version of Skyline. Still undefeated.

There's just so much about this hug under the stairs. Oh is saying that he can understand that Teh needs time before they can do anything more public.

Float scene, my beloved. Poor PP had such a hard time filming this from all the fish nipping at him. He was shaking when they got him out of the water because he's afraid of fish.

Straight people will never get the underwater kiss back. Not after this scene. It belongs to the gays now and forever.

Love that Billkin and Smile nailed their kiss in one take. Meanwhile, he and PP had to practicing scuba diving to learn how to take in air so they could spend an entire afternoon filming this kiss.

Can you believe that they still managed to continue the narrative about Teh's feelings about boobs during this kiss? Like wtf? This kiss is not fluff! There are huge dramatic stakes here.

Of course these two can make buttoning a shirt feel intensely intimate after that moment.

Friends don't have the greatest underwater kiss ever, Teh.

"You feel it too? What did I do wrong? Why are you doing this?" Gays, cuddle pile at my place. If you grew up Knowing, you understand this scene.

"I think I'm not sure. One day, I'll stop feeling this way." No, but this is the primary gay fear about love. Also, why can guys like Teh only admit their feelings when they describe them as temporary?

These two went from the greatest kiss ever to one of the most painful breakups of all time. They have the range.

Skyline now? Really!?!

Oh, Teh. You really are such a little brother.

"Are you proud of me?" Right after Teh broke up with him on the premise that this was all temporary? Incredible. We all knew what this was. Someday I would love to see this whole scene. PP looks like he gave everything to that scene and we only got a snippet.

Oh, the bra scene. It's really something to see Oh crying on the floor because he can't be what Teh wants. It gets me every time.

I really like that the Yongjian failed masturbation scene occurs immediately next. We just do not get a break in this episode. This is very much the spiral.

And then we go to the final break up with Tarn scene. God, Teh really can be such an ass sometimes. I really hope Tarn found love later.

And now to Bas, my sweetest boy. He's correct that Oh can't give up on himself because of Teh.

Love the friends coming to see Teh off, and Bas has refused to wear his color. He's mean-mugging this man all the way for leaving Oh like this.

Really hate that Teh genuinely thinks he's helping Oh as he decides to give up his spot for him. He thinks he's keeping a promise.

It really is so awkward that Oh and Tarn had to talk about Teh, and it's timed so well for Teh to come back home and face the consequences of his choices.

Smile is so good, seriously. The panic and anger she's feeling is so intense.

Everyone is so good at ugly crying in this show.

Everything Tarn said is true and correct. Smile and Billkin did that in a single take.

I remember Boss talking about Billkin and Na getting stuck in character together in this scene, so he just grabbed Nat and the girlfriend and just threw them into the scene. Nat improvised this hug.

As if all of that wasn't enough, they prepared his new uniform for him as a gift, along with two semesters of tuition. Goddamn.

I feel bad for MoRaoYuLok, because they were never able to help Oh and Teh really.

Now, to the ugly IG fight. This part is just so difficult to watch.

Billkin hyperventilates if he cries too hard. This is much harder to watch since NiNi told me that fact.

And now he has no study materials. He literally gave it all to Oh.

How dare they end this on the Lost in Translation instrumental.

JFC I forgot how it's just one hit after another in this episode. It's almost an hour of losses starting from the hammock. So much of this episode is really just the fallout of Teh bailing at the end of episode 3 and just spiraling about it. Oh told him earlier. He never understood Oh, and now look at them.

Whew. I don't have time to finish tonight, but I probably shouldn't anyway.

#i told sunset about you #thai bl #bl series #itsay meta #Ben watches

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cyncialwoo · 1 month

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[4:58 pm] Time-stamp/ drabble

-pairing: changgu x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

-words: 494

-warnings: none

-a/n: This is something new and not out of my drafts!! I am still working on something new that's at 3k words, but I haven't gotten to the climax of the story yet, so stay tuned!!

>>Masterlist

You were waiting at a cafe, staring down into your coffee cup. You kept putting off drinking your coffee. You didn’t want to leave the cafe yet, not when you hadn’t accomplished what you came here for. You looked around the cafe for him again, and he was nowhere in sight, again. It felt like you had been waiting all day.

He promised you he would be there, and yet again your coffee was growing cold with each minute. Your mind wandered to teh days where he was earlier than you, already ordering for you. When the two of you would play games on napkins, and would spend hours together. The way his eyes would glow as he spilled details of the things he loved, and how he listened to you when you would talk with him.

You looked out the window, it was still snowing. The snow covered the ground and only kept piling more and more. You had enough, that’s what you would tell him when he would arrive. If he would arrive. You ran your finger around the rim of your coffe cup, your face inbetween your hands. You watched the people in the cafe, the people in line for a quick drink, the people sitting down, weather they were alone or with other people.

You met the eyes of one of the guys in line. He was far back in it, and he gave you a soft smile. You smiled back, feeling a sense of warmth on this cold day. You continued to watch him from the corner of your eye as he looked around before making his way to you. He slid into the seat next to yours.

“All alone?” He asked you, while getting settled in his seat.

“You’re alone too.” You retorted to his rhetorical question. “What brings you here?”

“Coffee, you?” He looked down at your full coffee cup that hasn’t been touched since the waiter gave it to you.

“I wish I could say the same thing, but it looks like I’ve been stood up.” You looked out the window again, the sky looked a bit darker than before.

“I could make up for that absence.” the stranger said causing you too look back at him.

“You don’t even know my name, but you want to butt in on my date?” You smiled at him.

“Only if you let me. And my name is Yeo Changgu” He said. You thought about it for a bit and nodded at him. It didn’t seem too bad and it didn’t seem like your boyfriend would ever show up.

So you spent what felt like hours talking to this new stranger about anything and everything that came to mind. It felt like the early days. You didn’t know how this guy made you feel so comfortable around him. For a moment you could’ve sworn that you looked outside, and it was spring with flowers blooming around you and Changgu.

#kpop #pentagon #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #pentagon imagines #pentagon scenarios #changgu #changgu x reader #yeoone x reader #yeo one #yeo changgu #cynicalwoo

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jaehyunsprincesspeach · 9 months

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Anti-Romantic Chapter 2

Spiraling Thoughts

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Kang Taehyun x fem!reader

Wc: 2.05k

Warnings: overthinking, a whole lot of fluff

AN: conversations and texts are italicized, thoughts are italicized AND bolded. Hope y’all enjoy!!

All the love ~ lunar

Tag list: @lvelicky , @forever-in-the-sky2

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It’s… its the guy from the bar last night…

“I’m sorry I didn't mean to startle you. I just… I just wanted to ask for your name? I saw you at the bar last night, but I missed my opportunity then.” The man says, clearly out of breath.

“My name? I’m y/n. Are you okay?” Confusion evident on your face, wondering why he is so winded.

“Yeah, I’m good, It was a longer run to catch you than I thought it would be…” He replies sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Why don't we sit down for a minute, and you can tell me your name.”

Walking back to the bench you were at, the man's breathing begins to even out, and the redness retreats from his cheeks.

“I’m Taehyun, it's nice to meet you, y/n.” He says with a gentle smile. “So, what brings you here this morning?”

“I just went for a walk, the fresh air helps me wake up in the mornings. And you?”

“I come out here every morning for a run. It’s nice when there aren’t too many people.”

“I agree, it's nicest in the morning when most people are still sleeping.”

The two of you sit there for a little bit, chit chatting, and giggling lightly at each other's comments, while people watching. He was kind, effortlessly funny, mysterious as he didn't answer many questions about himself, or ask too many questions about you either. It’s as if you have known him your entire life, comforted by something as simple as each other's presence. He was gentle, rather soft spoken, yet witty. Catching your attention more than you would like to admit.

Finally looking at the time, you realize its been two hours since you were originally going to leave. Looking at your phone that has been on silent in your pocket, you have missed calls from your roommate, as well as Soobin, accompanied by worried text messages.

“Oh goodness, I’m sorry, but I have to leave, I forgot about plans that I have today.” You say, not wanting to leave him without some sort of reason, and it wasn’t completely a lie, but you wouldn’t think a stranger would want to know about your plans of lounging around the apartment with your roommate and her boyfriend.

“Wait, can I at least walk you home?”

“Oh, that’s okay, I’m just around the corner. Seems like you still have quite the run to get home.” You reply with a gentle smile.

“Then let me get your number… at least let me know when you make it home.” He says. His tone is calm, though his eyes are showing concern.

Agreeing, you two exchange numbers, and you part ways. Calling your best friend so that she doesn't worry about you, you make your way back to teh apartment. As you walk away from the man, you turn back one last time, and see him send you off with a wave, and a gentle smile. Waving back, you feel a sensation of butterflies in your stomach awaken.

No. I can’t let this happen. I need to focus on work, and getting my life together. I can’t let some random guy I just met get in the way of that. No. It’s not happening. Thoughts uncontrollably spiraling through your mind, as you reach your apartment door. As soon as you reach for the handle, there is a buzz from your phone.

“Please let me know when you make it safe. ~Taehyun”

Shock evident on your face, you reply that you made it home.

No. The timing was just a coincidence. Why does he care so much anyways? We just met, its not like we're best friends or anything. Ugh. No. It’s not happening.

You open the door, and are greeted with a worried Soobin. Your roommate had calmed down after you called, but Soobin was still wanting to know why you were out so long. As much as you appreciate his concern, sometimes Soobin can act like a parent. Not that it really gets on your nerves, honestly you find it endearing that he cares so much.

He’s always so worried and stressed… Where does it come from? Did something happen to him when he was a kid? Or is it something that he recently picked up? More thoughts running through your mind, you remain oddly quiet throughout the day. Soobin may not have thought anything of it, but your roommate on the other hand noticed immediately.

“Okay ladies, I have to go. Have a good rest of your night!”

“See you later Soobin, get home safe!”

“Ill walk you out.” Your roommate and Soobin stand and walk to the door, leaving you in the kitchen alone for a few moments.

“Okay, whats up.” Your roommate says immediately upon entering the kitchen again.

“I um… I saw the guy from the bar last night at the park…” You start. Before anything can continue, your roommate goes to the freezer and grabs the ice cream. A common snack the two of you share while sharing gossip with each other.

“Yeah? What happened?”

“I guess he saw me first, and ran to catch up to me when I was getting ready to leave. Poor guy was so out of breath, so we sat back down and just started talking…”

As you continue to share the events from that morning, your roommate sits there, intently listening and taking in every word, as well as spoons of ice cream. When you finish explaining why you were so late getting home, and why you have been so quiet all day, she puts the spoon down, and thinks for a moment on what to say next.

“So, how do you feel about it?”

“Confused… I don’t want to feel anything about it. Honestly, I don't want anything to happen. I don't want a relationship. I actually am very happy that he hasn’t messaged again, so that I don't have to think more about it ya know? I don't know, I just want to focus on work, and getting my life together as much as I can.”

“Okay, so don't think anything of it. It was just a friendly gesture. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Your roommate's words calmed you down, something that only she was able to do. With that the two of you shared one more scoop of ice cream, before putting it away for the next gossip session.

“Taehyun, you’ve been quiet all day. What’s up?” Huening Kai asks his elder friend.

“Yeonjun and I went to a bar last night, and I saw the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but I missed my chance to talk to her.”

“Okay, so who says you won't see her again?” He says, trying to bring some hope back to his friend.

“I did. Today. When I went on my morning run.”

“That’s awesome! Did you talk to her? Get her number?’

“Yes and yes. I… I just can’t stop thinking about her. I mean I was super winded from running to catch up to her and she immediately took us back to the bench so that I could rest. I mean, it's something so simple, yet the way she went about it was so gentle and caring. I can’t get her out of my mind.”

As he continues to tell his younger friend about all of the things going on in his mind, he begins to realize that, even though he has just met you, and that you probably haven’t thought much about the morning's events, he is already catching feelings for you.

No. It’s too soon. I barely even know her. But she’s so beautiful. Graceful, gentle, kind. The way her smile so gently draws someone in, the beautiful sound of her giggle, even just the way that she flips her hair out of her face. Everything about her is mesmerizing. Everything about her has made me want her more and more. I have to see her again.

“Well, I’m sure everything will work out, and I hope it does, even with our schedules. If she’s as amazing as you say she is, I’m very hopeful for you, hyung.” With that, Huening Kai retires to his room, as well as Taehyun.

In his room, Taehyun lies awake thinking about his morning encounter with you. How even something as simple as your presence can make him so happy. Grabbing his phone, he opens his messages to you, and thinks about what to say. Deep into his thoughts, he decides to wait till the morning to message you again, though he knows he won't get much sleep with you on his mind.

That night as you lie in your bed, you are consumed with thoughts.

Why would he make so much effort to talk to me? Why would he want to talk to me? Hopefully he just wants to be friends. I wouldn’t mind being his friend, he seems like a really nice guy. I would love to be friends with him. I wonder if he worries like Soobin does? I wonder what he does for a living? Maybe if I actually had social media I could find this out… No, I deleted it for a reason. I don't need my ex finding me again. Ugh, just go to sleep, y/n. Stop thinking so much.

Thoughts that are keeping you awake. Good thing tomorrow is Sunday, work can wait for one more day. Sleep begins to take over, with thoughts of Taehyun still running through your head, you try to push them away, but they are persistent. Finally after an hour of lying awake, you drift off to sleep, taking the thoughts with you.

Waking up in the morning, you roll over to check the time on your phone, as you do every morning. 10:38 am. Wow I finally slept in, this feels nice, though it's too late to go for a walk, the rivers got to be swarmed with people by now. Looking through your notifications, you see a message from none other than Taehyun.

“Good morning, I hope you slept well :)”

He sent me a good morning message? No, don’t overthink it, he's just being nice.

“Good morning Taehyun, I hope you slept well too.”

Nerves filling your body, you decide to leave your phone in your room, and get ready for the day.

“Good morning sleeping beauty!” Your roommate chimes as you enter the kitchen.

“Here you are, your morning coffee.” She says with a comforting smile.

She already knows. She already knows you stayed up all night overthinking the day you had. Thinking about Taehyun's intentions with everything from that morning. She knows you repeatedly told yourself not to think about it, yet you did anyway. She won't make it obvious, but she knows. She knows you better than anyone else, and her way of comforting you is doing small things like this. You know that she knows all of this, and this is her way of acknowledging it without directly pointing it out. It’s just one more thing about her that comforts you.

“Thank you.” You say quietly, taking the coffee from her.

Throughout the day, she checks in on you, though she never brings up the topic on your mind. She knows that if you want to talk to her about it, you will. Today, you dont want to talk about any of it. You dont even want to think about it, though you know your brain wont allow that. Instead you busy yourself with house work.

“Hey, Soobin and I are planning a movie night, would you be okay with us having it here? You can join too!”

“Yeah that sounds like fun!”

“Okay, also I think he may be bringing some friends with him.”

“No worries, I'll make extra snacks.”

Another thing to keep your mind busy, which is great for you. As you clean the house and get ready for the movie night, you find that you aren’t thinking about Taehyun as much. Already feeling better, its getting closer to the time that Soobin and his friends should be arriving. Preparing the snacks, you hear a knock on the door.

“Y/n, they’re here!” Your roommate exclaims from the living room.

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argent-l-p · 2 years

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About Madremonte au When will you do teh oneshots of Luisa and Julietta pov of Mira and Isa living away and visiting? And can you include a Isa x Juli x Luisa bonding time fluff on it?

One Shot based on the Encanto Madremonte AU by the lovely @c-rose2081

This specific oneshot is their initial return to Casita after their resurrection from the statues and one of the visits afterwards. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Memories Remembered and Made

Julieta remembered when her oldest, her little sunflower, was still young enough to need her and deny needing that motherly help. Isabela had always been an independent child, always running in the fields her aunt had watered and constantly getting underfoot when given the chance to go into town with her mother. However, she could not have predicted just how independent she would become in the few short years after Luisa, her then youngest, was born.

She could still remember her sister racing down the street towards her, the dark cloud above her head mirroring the increasingly overcast sky, feet pounding on the stone road. She remembered the way the blood drained out of her face and the mask of worry transformed into one of sheer terror as Pepa took her arm and said, "You need to come home, Julieta! Isabela is gone and her door has dimmed!"

It didn't matter that she had left Luisa with Senora Ortiz or that she had skinned the length of her arm when she had slipped onto Casita's tiles as she flew through the front door. All that Julieta could think was that her oldest was gone and not behind the protective walls of their home. That she had let her mother keep her oldest caged, like the birds that were sold at the market, their feathers untidy and clipped to keep them from flying away; that her baby had flown away despite her wings being clipped and her very own gift seemingly turning against her. After that, all efforts to bring her sunflower home blurred together.

They searched for a long time, days bleeding into weeks, which bled into months. The entirety of the able bodied adult Madrigals and the rest of the Encanto, all of them looked for Isabela. Julieta and Agustin calling out in a daze for their wayward daughter, their calls turning into wails and screams as one by one they went unanswered. The only reason Julieta even stayed home was because she'd found out she was with child once more. Slowly, the search parties dwindled, until one day, almost a year after the fact, a cartographer found her daughters favorite blue dress. It was half buried, torn, and covered in blood.

When Alma Madrigal called her children, sat her oldest down, and mournfully presented the dress? Well, all Julieta remembered was hitting the floor and hearing a keening wail she would later know was ripped from her throat.

The years flew past, only marginally slowing down when Mirabel was born and becoming more terror induced as the patches of stone began to appear, fear causing her to isolate her family from the rest. Luisa, her little mountain, took over the main care of her sister as her mother became more and more frail looking in the wheelchair she frequently used. Rules were set, enforced, and ignored, Mirabel quickly growing and rising above the cages, looking more and more like the sister she never knew.

So when Casita crumbled to the ground and the faces of her youngest and oldest were carved into the statues within the hollow of that tree, she began to think that maybe it was cruel fate that her daughters would be ripped away from her loving embrace in the end.

Only, that wasn't how their story ended.

When Isa and Mirabel emerged from their would be tomb, it took all that Julieta was not to collapse into her wheelchair and sob. Her children had returned! After years and months of 'what if's' and 'if only's', all of her babies were together once more. But then Isa had looked at them and her heart began to sink.

Where once had been eyes that had mirrored her own, there were irises made of dim gold filled with wariness and desperation. Where ears had ended in rounded edges, tapered ends moved by their own volition, twitching at every sound they registered. Sharp fangs barred to all who stepped closer, plant life that had grown on her body stood on end making her seem larger than what her impressive height was. When Alma had tried to come towards them, a rumbling growl erupted from deep within Isabela's chest as she pushed a mildly dazed Mirabel behind her.

And that when it hit her; Isabela was protecting her sister from her family. No sooner that she had finished the train of thought, Isabela swung her sister onto her back, scaled the walls of Casita, the tiles trying to keep them inside, but it was no use. Julieta's voice, which had never gone beyond a low murmur in the past 15 years, strained itself hoarse and Luisa cried for the first time since she realized her Isa had gone missing. Their family tried to comfort them, but it was slow in effect and quick to draw their ire. What use was comfort when their missing and dead family fled from home, away from them? Did they not care? For days afterwards, they would burst into tears, ones a mixture of relief and worry. The other's, ones of fear, shame and happiness.

And then, against all perceived odds, they came home.

It had been close to dusk, the last hour of sun burning off in the horizon line. She had been at the counter making the dough for the bread, soft orange light filtering in through the open window. Head down, she hadn't expected the light to be blocked and least of all to look up into the apprehensive eyes of her sunflower as she hung down from Casita's walls with Mirabel on her back.

"Dios mío!"

Julieta couldn't believe it. Was this some cruel dream? One meant to torture her with wishes she never thought would come true? But no, her daughters didn't disappear or turn back into the statues her nightmares had forced her to witness. Isabela's eyes began to fill with mild discomfort and irritation, her body shifting to release the tension in her muscles. The quick patter of multiple pairs bare feet on tile approached and she only had time to hold out her hand to stop Isabela from fleeing.

"Julieta?!? Que paso? What's wrong? Let me- Isabela? Mirabel?" Her husbands voice, her clumsy husband who she loved, but wished at that moment would shut his mouth. Julieta turned her face slightly to address him never taking her eyes off the children fully, "I'm okay, Amor. Nothing's wrong, but please be a little more quiet?" Please stay calm. Don't move or come closer, is what she wanted to say, but with her girls so close she didn't dare say it so obviously if Isabela decided it sounded too much like threat.

She turned back to face them fully, "Would you like to come in?" Please don't leave me! Don't disappear again! Isa seemed to scan the family behind her, and at Mirabel's nudge of encouragement, she sharply nodded in assent and moved forward, further through the open window. Julieta moved her chair back, giving them room to climb inside and suddenly they were in front of her. Isa was taller than most of the family, seeing eye to eye with her other sister who trembled in the doorway, looking at them with tears in her eyes. Mirabel, who normally had her patches of stone in well hidden areas, had them dotting her body in scale like patterns, mirroring the way Isa's gift had sprouted on her own body. Everything that they had been, had changed and Julieta couldn't will herself to care at all. Her children were here and that was all that mattered.

During her inspection of them, her daughters had faced her fully, Mirabel having climbed down from her sister's back and moving forward to stand in front Isabela a hesitant look in her green eyes. Well, then. That wouldn't stand to stay. So with great dread, Julieta asked "Mirabel? Que paso?"

Mirabel, eyes filling with determination, proceeded to explain their presence. They needed food, anything that wouldn't rot away out in the Wilds and could last them as least a week. They didn't intend to stay, she thought with dismay, they were going to leave. But, hadn't they survived so long away from her motherly gaze? Had her oldest not beat the odds and survived out in the jungle thought to have claimed her life? And had her youngest not essentially raised herself away from the arms that should have protected her? Mirabel hadn't fought to stay when Isabela picked her up and fled, and she certainly hadn't come back sooner. Was this house even home for them? Did Isabela remember them? Deep in her aching, weeping soul, Julieta knew the answer to all those questions.

Turning so she faced the counter once more, where the cabinets filled with dried meat and non-perishable food was stored in the cabinets above and below, she asked, "How long do you think you can wait for me to pack up the food, bebe?" How long do you plan to stay after?

Mirabel's brief glance towards Luisa inching closer and Isabelas curling lip revealing her fangs was answer enough, "We can wait for you to pack it up and be on our way, Mami." Not any longer than we have to.

And so, Julieta got to work putting together the healing food that would hopefully keep her daughters safe, the rest of the Madrigals crowding in the doorway. The sound of cabinets opening and closing, the thumps of wrapped food dropping into the wicker basket she used to carry food, and the shifting of fabric were the only sounds accompanying her actions, that is, until she got to the sweets in the cabinets above. As she moved to stand, Luisa came forward an almost desperate expression on her face.

"Déjame ayudarte Mama! I'll get the conchas." Those had been Isabela's favorite, was left unsaid amongst those in the family who remembered the girl sneaking to swipe the pan dulce from the platters her mother made.

As Luisa moved closer, Isa pulled her youngest closer to her body, seeming to curl around her in a way that took her breath from her lungs. They look so much like the statues, she thought with no small measure of pain in her heart. When Luisa had carefully handed the bundle of pan dulce to her mother she turned from her, to her sisters looking like she might lunge for them at any moment.

Julieta put her hand on her daughters arm to still her movement and closed the basket. She smiled at them and handed it to them carefully, watching Mirabel give it Isabela who grew vines to keep it closed for the journey home, wherever that place was. Julieta watched as her mariposa climbed her sunflower and teared up as they looked at her. Golden eyes relieved to leave with no recognition of who she was in front of and green eyes sad, but filling with eagerness to do the same.

As they climbed out the window and off into the darkened jungle, their family exploded into cries calling them back. Everyone trying to talk over one another about what they could have done to convince them to stay, but Julieta just stared out after them, a small but sad smile playing on her lips.

A week later they returned, with the same request and the same time frame of stay. They came near dusk, asked for food, and left after their business was done. Then came the next week, and then the next, they returned to Casita, always through the kitchen window and always when Julieta was alone in the kitchen.

And then one day, they came during the early morning, when Julieta and Luisa were the only ones up. The sun was barely peaking through the mountain when a tap at the window drew their attention. They were hanging there waiting patiently for the window to open and when it did they climbed through, landing less than two feet away from Julieta.

"Hola, mami!"

She watched fondly as her mariposita climbed down her sister, her sunflower, who huffed as her fingers pulled a little too forcefully at her hair, "Hola, mis amores. What are you doing here so early?"

Her daughter grinned and quickly untied a bag that hung next to the basket, "We came back to get some more clothes and food! The clothes I took got dirty quickly and I need something clean to wear while I wash the rest." Isabela gave her a look leading to Mirabel sheepishly ducking her head, "And I might have accidentally used up all of our food. In my defense, I didn't think exploring near the river was that dangerous!"

And so, she sighed and let Mirabel go up to wash her clothes, leaving Isabela to stand in the kitchen inspecting the room around her. It had been the first time Luisa and her mother had been alone with Isa since she had come back and the girl-no, woman seemed the most at ease she had been during their visits; Maybe it was because the entire family wasn't there.

Turning back to the breakfast she steadfastly continued to make the meal, nudging Luisa who had her excitement and want to speak Isa barely veiled behind nonchalance. For a few minutes it was quiet, until a quiet rattle sounded close to her. At her side was Isa, closer than she had ever been before, crouching, and intently looking at the pattern of her apron. Lightly tracing the small embroidered image of a sunflower, she looked up and tilted her head and made a small sound of inquiry.

Luisa's breath hitched next to her, and Julieta put a hand on her own, "Do you like the sunflowers?" A nod of affirmation was all that answered her question and she smiled, but when she turned away in hidden disappointment a voice continued.

"Favoritos."

Luisa's eyes widened and Julieta almost jumped in surprise, but all other options as to who it could have been were all asleep. Isa had returned her gaze to the flowers, but it was clear it had been her. Isabelas voice, which was slightly deeper and rattled slightly, was the one who spoke, though her ears twitched in what appeared to be slight nervousness. She had stepped away from them in the time it took to register what she had said.

Julieta smiled, leaned forward slightly, and softly said, "They're one of my favorites too."

"And mine!" was Luisa's more exuberant response, though she softened it after Isabela pinned her ears back and her expression became a little more wary.

After a moment, her eyes softened and her lips twitched up for a second before she resumed inspection of the slowly lightening room. It became quiet once more and the two women in blue returned to making breakfast, Luisa glancing at her sister as though she wanted to say more but refrained form doing so.

As the sun climbed the sky and the rest of the household shifted in their sleep, Julieta couldn't help but think that maybe fate was being kind.

#encanto madremonte au #julieta madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #madremonte au #encanto au

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littlegodzilla · 2 years

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Could you please write and Alpha!Daryl Dixon and him finding out that teh Omega!Reader is his truemate? Fluffy and smutty please?

Hi Anon!!

Did you say Alpha!Daryl? Hell yeah!! I'm in!!

I hope you don't mind if I use Daryl from season 2-3 I love him so much and I think he is perfect for a quite dominant Alpha but at the same time soft and protective. And I miss this Daryl if I have to be honest🤭🤭

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing!!

Soulmates.

Alpha!DarylDixon x Omega!FemReader.

Anon request.

Warnings: Fluff. Smut. ABO dynamics. Heat.

Words: 7000 (oops sorry...)

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @srhxpci @darylsgarden @xxtinasxxblog

Daryl is confused.

You're always on his mind. Even if he doesn't try, there is always some thought in his mind for you. He can't understand why. You aren't special. You're no different than the other women in the group.

Yet your scent always gives him goosebumps.

Since he arrived with his brother Mel to the Atlanta group, something was different with you. Several male Alphas predominated who soon made their place in the group clear, Merle and Daryl were also Alphas, headstrong, dominant and territorial, but in the situation they were in it was unnecessary to start a confrontation with the group.

Shane, Ed, Dale and T-Dog were Alphas, younger, older, more impulsive or wiser, they balanced the group, Andrea was also an Alpha female along with Jacqui. Lori Grimes along with Carol, Morales' wife and Sophia were Omegas but being bonded their essences were weaker, plus Sophia was a girl who had not even entered her first heat. Glenn, Amy, Carl, Jim... they were Betas with a neutral scent.

And then there was you.

You were neutral, your scent was faint, barely detectable, like just another Beta, yet you had that touch, that little scent that got Daryl to always keep an eye on you. Daryl had always tried to be a less dominant Alpha, he had lived in his own skin, his own mother being dominated by his father, desperate for his essence as an Alpha. He'd always heard from his mother that they were destined, that they were soul mates.

Daryl has never believed that about the destined pair, the Alpha and Omega bonded.

No, not after seeing how his father mistreated his mother and themselves.

Yet there was something about you that always kept him on his toes. At first you didn't have much trust, you were always hanging around the group of women, taking care of chores, Daryl would go off with his brother to hunt, to bring food for everyone, but when Merle disappeared, when you left camp to go all the way to the CDC for help, you and Daryl shared his truck. At first the conversation didn't flow from either of you, Daryl looked at you absentmindedly as he drove, gradually the conversation flowed between you, you even laughed despite the whole situation, saying goodbye to Jim was hard and once again plunged the trip into an intense silence. One that was enough for Daryl to assure himself that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, that he would fight to protect you even if it was from himself.

He delivered as best he could, he got you out of the CDC alive and came back for you when T-Dog told him you were left behind with Andrea. He didn't think twice, he skidded the bike on the dirt floor and went back to the farm looking for you. He couldn't leave you there.

He couldn't lose you. For some reason, his mind wouldn't let him, he felt something tearing at him inside but he didn't know what.

It took you eight months to find a place where you could feel safe again. Daryl couldn't confidently say that it was home, but with a pregnant woman about to give birth, it was better than nothing. After eight months of wandering that prison provided security, you managed to enter the outer courtyard and Rick was planning to take over at least one of the blocks, but first the group had to regain strength.

Daryl keeps turning his mind over, he can't stop thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. He sighs and becomes alert as soon as he senses Carol's presence trying to climb onto the bus he is standing guard on. The Alpha helps her up and she holds out a plate of food.

"It's not much, but otherwise you would have run out..."

"Little Shane has a good appetite." He mumbles wolfing down what's on the plate using his hands as a fork.

"Don't be mean..." Carol whispers, but a knowing chuckle escapes her. "How are you? Since we left the farm you seem distracted."

There's that innate Omega instinct. Daryl can sense her scent, since she lost her husband, Ed, she is now a lone Omega, she can be claimed again by another Alpha, yet her scent is faint, as if she is still bound to Ed in some way. Carol does not arouse in him the curiosity he feels with you, he considers her an equal, he has even begun to appreciate her as a friend, wanting to protect her from his pain, from the loss of his daughter, but nothing more. Through his mind goes the idea of talking to her about what is happening to him. Perhaps by putting it out loud he will feel somewhat less confused.

"Ya... Have ya noticed anything strange with her?" he murmurs, shaking his head pointing at you absentmindedly, you are in the circle with the others by the fire, oblivious to the conversation of your companions.

"Anything weird, what do you mean?"

"I-I dunno... I know she's a Beta, but her essence is..."

"Oh, I get it, maybe you should talk to her. Maybe you'd be surprised at the answer." Carol says cryptically, and it certainly doesn't help Daryl at all.

"I think... she doesn't feel very comfortable when I'm around..." He tries to excuse himself, Carol gives him a bored look and massages his shoulder wincing in pain. "Yer okay?"

"Yeah, it's my shoulder, with the recoil of the rifle, it's bothering me."

"Lemme." He tells her setting the plate aside and massages the woman's shoulder.

"Uhm how romantic." She jokes laughing when she hears Daryl snort in amusement and nervousness.

In between jokes and nervous laughter, Daryl and Carol get off the bus to meet up with the others. The Alpha is feeling a little calmer, he hasn't told the widow his troubles, but he feels better. He helps Carol off and his skin crawls with goosebumps as he senses your scent there, maybe you've overheard the conversation or maybe it's himself starting to hallucinate. He doesn't want to say anything, so he pretends not to smell you and they return to the group listening to Beth sing.

Daryl feels the prison falling on you like a tomb. You try to enter, the dead fall on you with hunger, in the kitchens of the block there are several prisoners who have survived, but some of them are hostile, you lose several companions, T Dog, Hershel must amputate a leg, Carol, Lori... Carl appears with a baby in his hands and Rick loses his head. Everything suddenly becomes chaos, but you have to think with a cool head, Hershel needs help, you have to keep an eye on the prisoners who have stayed with you, you have to keep an eye on Rick, that he doesn't do anything crazy and there is a little girl who needs to be fed as soon as possible.

"Not far from here there should be a supermarket, we saw the sign a few days ago while we were on the road." Glenn says and Maggie nods her head.

"We can't all go, there are cars all over the road." Maggie says in frustration, Daryl grunts chewing his lip nervously.

"I'll go, ya guys stay here, keep an eye on the prisoners, make sure Hershel is okay." He gives several directions and everyone seems compliant, he touches Beth's shoulder who as a young Omega her maternal instincts have kicked in and cares for the little baby. "Keep an eye on her, and Carl, he's lost his mother and if anythin'..."

"Don't worry, I'll handle it." She nods her head walking away back inside the pavilion. Daryl then grabs your hand and you turn around confused.

"Come with me." It's a command, but his voice is soft, calm, yet you can still feel it get under your skin making you shiver. "If we both go on the bike we can bring more stuff."

"Okay." You agree, but you sense something isn't quite right, Daryl's influence is affecting you more than it should.

The Alpha notices it too. He notices something different when you get on the bike, hugging you to his back, your scent has intensified, a sweet smell hits his nose, making him frown. Confused.

You don't make it to the mall Glenn told you about, Daryl turns off on another road finding a small town where there is a kindergarten, there it's much more likely that no one has looted what's inside than a mall. The motorcycle's engine purrs to a complete shutdown, Daryl positions the bike nicely and you let go of his waist.

"We'll check this place out first." Daryl says as you enter the kindergarten. "If we ain't find anythin' useful, drive to the mall."

You nod your head following his plan. Carefully the two of you enter the kindergarten in search of things for the little baby. You keep quiet every moment, you don't know if there might be any Walkers in there and you don't want to attract the attention of any more. The first room you enter gives you goose bumps. There are a bunch of drawings of different children, some hands with names on them, one in particular catches both of your attention "Sophia". You know that for Daryl it was a hard blow not to find the girl alive, he put his own life in danger for her. Now you understand many things, Daryl has been trying to be close to Carol since you left the camp, with Ed out of the picture, the Alpha was trying to claim her as his own, those little details with her proved your theory, plus the complicity between them. Now Carol was gone and Daryl seemed mortified by it. It hurts you to see him like this, but it hurts you even more to feel selfish. Daryl has caught your attention ever since he showed up at the camp with his brother, yet you've always shielded yourself from the Alphas, trying to be indifferent, to not make yourself noticed, but Daryl managed to seep through your skin and those little gestures, those little moments that showed you he would never be like his brother, those things made your feelings for him grow stronger.

Which reminds you...

"I'm going to the bathroom." You tell him when you see him open a drawer pulling out a bunch of diapers and some new bottles. "Maybe there's something in there for Hershel, we need clean bandages, antibiotics..."

"'kay, but be careful." He asks looking over his shoulder at you. You nod and walk away down the hall.

Actually your goal isn't medication to ease Hershel's pain. You need something for yourself. You open all the drawers, of course you take everything that might be useful, but you don't find what you're looking for.

"Come on..." You whisper, in your backpack you have no more, you need to find a full box. "Oh thank God." You gasp when you find it.

"What's that?" your heart stops when you hear Daryl's voice next to you.

The Alpha walks towards you, with two long strides he reaches you and snatches the pills out of your hand. His eyes widen and travel from you to the box and back to you. Omega hormone suppressants. Anger begins to bubble under his skin, everything makes sense now. His confusion with you, your different, but not too intense scent, your flighty looks.

"Yer an Omega..." He hisses angrily, you lower your head feeling his scent abruptly impose itself on you making you moan.

"I need them Daryl..." You tell him wanting them back, but Daryl abruptly pulls away.

"No." He roars throwing them to the ground, stomping on them angrily.

"No! No, Daryl, stop!" you try to stop him, but he grabs your neck pinning you against the wall. Nervousness and fear mix inside you with helplessness and anger.

"Ya ain't need that shit... Why are ya hidin' who ya 're?"

"Why?" there is irony and anger in your voice. "Because I'm an Omega, who was traveling alone, in a group with unclaimed Alpha men, I'm... I'm like a fucking bullseye. I wasn't going to let just anyone come up to me and touch me."

"That ain't gonna happen." Daryl assures you, releasing you and putting some distance between you.

"Oh no? Oscar and Axel are Alphas, Rick has lost his wife, but he's an Alpha too, you..."

"I ain't gonna let anythin' bad happen to ya." He cuts off your words feeling his body tremble as he imagines himself with you.

"And how do you plan to do that?" you fold your arms, still angry, but you feel your heart racing.

"I'm gonna take care of ya. I won't let anyone touch ya, no one will hurt ya." He promises you, but his gaze flicks to the ground and his brow furrows as he looks back at you. "But ain't take that shit again." You can't add anything to defend yourself, Daryl turns away to continue on with your main mission.

The effect of the last suppressant you had taken wears off faster and faster, your real scent surfaces, sweet, smooth, a hint of cinnamon and peach that makes Daryl dizzy for an instant. He has never smelled anything like it before. His gaze is riveted on every move you make, you've reached the kitchen where you find powdered milk and the man has caught a possum. He has promised he won't let anyone hurt you.

But he isn't sure he can protect you from himself.

The journey to the prison is tense, every touch your bodies receive your skin tingles, now that you have nothing to quell your own instincts the closeness of the Alpha is harder for you to deal with. The same happens to Daryl, if he was already curious about you believing you to be a Beta, now his inner animal demands to study you closely, to learn your scent, to discover your heat cycle. And claim you.

Daryl stops the bike as you pass the massive prison gates and growls angrily when his mind throws that possibility at him. No, he's not going to do it. Because you don't want to belong to anyone, it's been made clear to him, you've been hiding from all of them so they'll leave you alone. You are clearly not interested in being anyone's Omega. Your essence doesn't go unnoticed by anyone, but it's clear that Glenn and Maggie already knew that. Now Daryl understands why you traveled with them to get drugs whenever they had to leave the farm.

Hershel awakens for a few moments from his unconscious state so that you all breathe a sigh of relief as he has not transformed, on the other hand, Maggie and you take care of preparing a bottle for the little girl who has no name yet, the baby travels from Beth's arms to her brother's and to Daryl. You are surprised when you see the archer hold the baby with great care, whispering soft words to keep her calm, cradling her in his arms, seeming to be afraid she might break at any moment, but he doesn't let go. Maggie gives him the bottle and Daryl doesn't hesitate to give it to her, the little one drinks hungrily mumbling in the arms of the man who smiles in a sincere way. His gaze travels between his companions before settling on you. His smile doesn't falter, but you both feel a shiver run through.

Seeing Daryl show up with Carol in his arms hurts. It hurts you more than you want to admit. Of course you're glad Carol is alive, you'd never say otherwise, but for a moment you believed Daryl's words when he said he'd take care of you. Now that the Omega is back with the group, you doubt very much that the Alpha has time to waste on you.

"Y'knew that, didn't ya?" Daryl asks Carol when they are left alone in the woman's cell.

"That she was an Omega girl? Of course I did." Carol is tired, a little dizzy and dehydrated still, but she knows her friend needs to talk.

"Why didn't ya tell me when I asked y' about her that night?"

"Because it wasn't my obligation. I didn't want to force your decision to claim her."

"She ain't want to be claimed." He mutters feeling the tips of his ears burn.

"Is that what she told you?"

"She was takin' suppressants, I think it's obvious that..."

"I think it's obvious you don't understand anything." She laughs a little but Daryl frowns. She didn't want to be claimed by just anyone, Daryl, the world for the Omegas has always been hostile, now add a world that has fallen apart and those few laws that kept us safe are no longer worth anything..." she explains and Daryl looks down understanding Carol's words.

"I ain't gonna let anythin' bad happen to her..." He whispers.

"I know." The woman smiles and closes her eyes feeling tired again.

Things at the prison slowly seem to be stabilizing again. Hershel is healed, with his crutches he is walking around the prison block and garden with no problems, the baby, Judith, is growing healthy and strong, you still have enough food for her, Carol has regained her strength and Rick has come to his senses. With each passing day it seems that this place can be called home, Rick has started work on a part of the garden to prepare a vegetable garden and an area for animals, to have some more food in case supplies start to run low. Oscar and Axel have made a place for themselves within the group, although there is some reluctance with them, but they have proven not to be very bad people. You and Daryl are back to where you were before your essence completely invaded his brain. The treatment between you is polite, there are fluent conversations and others perhaps more forced, you laugh and share some time taking care of Judith and Carl, but you have not talked about your condition again, about the suppressors. Even Rick was surprised when he discovered your true nature, but said nothing.

That morning you feel mortified. The change has started in the middle of the night. You began to feel the sweat building up on your body with increasing speed. The hot months are starting to take their toll, the prison is big but it's like a greenhouse, which makes the feeling more stifling. But you know it's not just that.

It's your heat.

You've been blocking it for months with the suppressants you were taking until Daryl forbade you to go on them and now your heat is hitting you hard. You feel your whole body tremble, your sore skin protests at the slightest touch. You have to get out of there, you're standing guard with Beth, you know she's not a threat, but you can't stay there, if you detect the scent of any of the Alphas inside the prison....

If they sense you...

Daryl startles on his cot, cold sweat runs down his back, he gasps looking around as he's not sure what's going on. There is something in the atmosphere that is weighing him down. He feels a strange warmth all over his body, an alarm screaming at him that something is wrong. He rises like a spring grabbing his crossbow, leaving the cell, he is walking down the stairs when he sees Carol also out of her own cabin, they share a glance and the woman nods her head. Daryl's heart skips a beat and he bolts out of the cellblock.

He freezes for a few seconds, the sun beating cruelly on his eyes, but when he is able to focus his eyes, he immediately discovers what it is that has him upset. Near the orchard Rick is preparing is you. Lying on the ground, trembling, panting, you hug yourself as if trying to control yourself. Oscar and Axel are getting closer to you and that disturbs the Alpha even more.

Instinctively he roars, his essence as a dominant Alpha is triggered. He raises his crossbow and fires one of his bolts at the two men. He does not intend to kill them, but the arrow crosses between the two men with a menacing hiss. They stop and turn to see him approaching at a slow but determined pace, his footsteps are heavy, he frowns and breathes heavily through his nose. The aura that envelops him is intense, dangerous, commanding. Daryl has never let his instincts go off like that, but he promised you he would protect you, and that's what he's going to do.

"Stay away from her." He growls in a hoarse voice as he reaches the two prisoners.

"She's an Omega, anyone has a right to claim her." Oscar speaks earning a death glare from the archer.

"Not anyone. She doesn't want to be claimed. Beat it."

"Look at her, she's wanting it." This time Axel speaks, Daryl's gaze goes to you, they are a few feet away still far away, they only see that you need to relieve your heat, Daryl sees your pain, your overexertion to control your heat, he sees the desperation, the rage, everything he felt when he watched his mother succumb to her instinct before his father. "She needs an Alpha to fuck her hard while marking her." Axel's voice reaches Daryl's ears again like a rasping whistle.

Axel is the same height as Daryl, Oscar is quite a bit taller, but the archer doesn't mind at all. He's ready to knock them both down if he has to. He clenches his fists ready to fight them, cuts them off towards you and growls once more.

"I told ya two to get the hell out... I won't say it again."

The two prisoners brace themselves, but before they can be conscious, Axel is knocked out on the ground and Oscar takes a punch to the chin that leaves him sitting on the ground. Daryl may not be that big, but he is agile and lethal. He snaps furiously before turning around ready to help you. He knows he has to get you out of there.

When he reaches you, your strong scent stuns him for an instant. His instinct wanting to take over. He feels his whole body screaming to put you against the ground and do what Axel has suggested before Daryl knocked him to the ground with one blow. He grunts, he can't do that. Controlling himself he leans into you touching your shoulder, you jump and groan, your skin hurts desperately looking for someone to ease your pain in the broadest sense of the word. Daryl feels goose bumps on his skin as soon as he makes contact with yours. The warmth you give off envelops him and your scent intoxicates him, but he knows you must be going through something similar.

"L-listen to me..." He says in a deep voice. "I'm gonna get ya out of here, can ya move?" he tries to be as rational as possible. You shake your head and hug him, trembling.

"H-Help me, Daryl, please..." You cry, feeling your whole body react to him.

"Believe me, I'm tryin', but ya ain't makin' it easy for me." He sniffles and bites his lip. "I'm gonna get ya up, I gotta carry ya to the bike." Again he tries to control himself as best he can, you crawl up until you are totally glued to him, that doesn't help him at all with his self control, but it does help him to lift you off the ground and carry you to his bike.

Hugging his body Daryl gets up from the ground with you in his arms, luckily his bike isn't too far away. Carefully he releases you so you can both get on the vehicle and he rests your hands on his waist.

"Hold on." He asks you but tenses when your hands land on his crotch. "Not there. I know it's hard, but try to control yerself." He asks you grunting as his own control is starting to fail.

"I'm sorry..." You whisper against the skin on the back of his neck and Daryl rips away from there.

He can't say he knows why he brought you here, he was just looking for a place where you could feel safe and before he is aware, you are in the kindergarten where you found everything you needed for Judith. Carefully he helps you off the bike, every rub or movement hurts and bothers you, the smell of the Alpha makes you dizzy and you feel your insides quiver, getting wetter, getting ready to receive him, but Daryl is not going to do any of that, you know that.

He's already made his choice.

He guides you to one of the empty rooms, grabs the children's mats, stuffed animals, some pillows and lays everything out in a hurried but orderly fashion. He is preparing a nest for you. He helps you settle into it and strangely you feel better, but when Daryl tries to move away, you hold him back with you.

"Don't go... don't leave me, please." You beg, hiding your face in his neck.

"I'm sorry, but I promised ya I would help ya and... I... I need to get away so I ain't hurt ya." He wants to make you understand, but you shake your head.

"Daryl, please...I need you." You cry against his shoulder, your body burning.

"Listen to me..." He tries to make his voice calm, but you don't listen. "Omega, listen to me." His presence suddenly changes, his authoritative voice, his instinct seeping inside your head causes you to come to. You look up at him with wide eyes and he leans his forehead against yours, relieved to see that you seem to react. "I have to go, at least until you calm down. If I stay I'll do something we'll regret later." He hones in and you close your eyes, a tear escapes from them but you nod.

"I-I understand... I'm sorry, Daryl..."

"I ain't gonna leave ya 'lone, I'll be back, but I gotta talk to Rick 'bout this, but I'll be back, okay? Just... try to lighten up a little." He says but he feels stupid, he knows it's not going to be that easy for you, but if he gets his hands on you now....

It hurts him to see you suffer like that, he doesn't understand why the Omega's fate is so cruel, so tied to his most primal instinct. He snorts in frustration and leaves you a knife nearby in case some Walker shows up or another Alpha can detect your scent. Not without hesitation he leaves you there, heading back to the prison, he needs to talk to Rick, tell him about your heat, explain that you'd better stay away from there until you calm down. There are several Alphas without a bonded partner and it could be dangerous for you.

When he arrives at the prison the first person to greet him is Carol, but inside the block everyone is gathered, as if waiting to see you both show up together. The white-haired woman's brow furrows and she folds her arms.

"Where is she?" she asks behind him, your name making Daryl flinch.

"I've left her somewhere safe..."

"Alone?" Rick's surprised tone speaks for the rest of the group.

"I needed to get her out of here, it was dangerous, I'll come back for her when she calms down..." He tries to justify himself.

"She's not going to calm down, Daryl." Carol speaks again. "She's been suppressing her heat for months, she must be in a lot of pain."

"Y'think I haven't noticed? It's the best I can do..."

"The best you can do is reclaim her, you idiot." The woman scolds him again and Daryl falls silent, he feels the tips of his ears burning as the stares of the rest of the group fall on him. "Have you really not noticed? Even you knocked out Axel and Oscar..." She says amused when she hears him growl looking at the two prisoners who instinctively back away.

"Don't talk to me about that soul mate stuff, because it's bullshit."

"It's not... sometimes it happens." Hershel interjects, moving slowly on his crutches. "They're isolated cases, it doesn't happen often, but they do exist. An attraction you can't control, a constant connection, the feeling that something is missing when the other isn't around, you've felt it, haven't you?" he looks at Daryl who swallows hard, his skin twitching because he knows what he's referring to.

Of course he's felt it, from day one, your different scent, the constant need to know where you were, your gazes meeting because you couldn't help but look for each other, your zeal, how he woke up that morning overwhelmed knowing something was going on. But no, that can't be it, his memories as a child still haunt him.

"My mother said my father was her soul mate, that they were meant to be together, that it was true love." He says angrily, clenching his fists. "There wasn't a single day when he didn't beat her, when he didn't abuse her, when he didn't abuse her just because she was an Omega and she...she let all that happen...and when she died..." He bites his tongue lowering his head, everyone falls silent, understanding his story. "No, that ain't true love..."

"You're not your father, Daryl. You protected her to begin with, you took her away so no one would hurt her. You haven't even touched her." Rick tries to reason, but Daryl shakes his head.

"Not for lack of wanting to...she...it hurt me to see her like that, she wouldn't stop shaking..."

"Daryl, she needs you, she came to see me apologizing." Confesses Carol fed up with her friend's doubts.

"What?"

"She thinks you chose me." A laugh escapes the woman and Daryl stammers uncomfortably. "She feels as strongly as you do about her, but she thought you were willing to bond with me, I think she heard us that night you were standing guard..." She reminds him and he lowers his head, embarrassed.

"Shit..."

"Daryl, go back and get her." Rick orders him. "Don't let her suffer anymore. Neither of you deserve it. You're linked believe it or not. We've all noticed it from day one." Rick came later to the group and even he could tell how the Alpha's essence blended with yours that didn't seem to be defined by anything in particular.

"If you don't do it, we will." Oscar then speaks and Daryl's gaze turns dark.

Daryl returns to the kindergarten leaving the bike hidden as he has done the other times. He needs a moment to calm down, his heart is racing and his knuckles hurt. He looks at his hands, discovering blood still on them, maybe he shouldn't have hit the prisoner so hard, but he had brought it on himself. He sighs long sigh getting off the bike to go back inside the kindergarten. His whole body reacts as he enters the place. Your smell is getting stronger, more intense, you're out of control and he's having a hard time holding it in. Daryl walks to the room where you are waiting for him and the smell is much stronger there. He gets dizzy, he needs a moment to focus his gaze on you, his nose burns at your deep scent. When he manages to look at you his whole body tenses. You've stripped off your clothes, suffocated, aching, needy, your hands try to soothe you, your fingers move all over your skin, you gasp and moan low, your thighs clench, you're leaving a wet spot on the mats Daryl has left as a nest. He grunts in despair. He can't hold back any longer.

His growl makes you look up at him, your body jerks harder as you see him shed his clothes to move closer to you. You shrink back into yourself, since Daryl has left your mind has wandered making you see and feel the man even though he's not there, now you don't know if he's a hallucination again. You hate that feeling. You hate being an Omega dragged down by your own impulses.

"I'm back..." Daryl says, his voice hoarse.

"No... no, please, stop it..." You gasp through tears and the Alpha freaks out for a moment. "I can't take it anymore..." Daryl hesitates for a second, it's clear that your heat is playing with your mind.

He kneels in front of you, his body over yours, trapping you but not laying on top of you, just keeping you protected under him. He bends his head and his forehead rests on yours, closes his eyes and growls low, his Alpha scent intensifying, mingling with yours, enveloping you both. He needs a moment, his whole body trembling over yours.

"Listen to me, Omega." His voice sounds authoritative, trying to bring you back into yourself once more. "I'm real, I'm here."

"Da-Daryl..." You look up at him from the corner of your eye, your eyes filled with tears, desperation and need captured in them.

"That's right, I'm here. I'm gonna take care of ya." He purrs against your ear.

Daryl leans over you, kissing you. At first it's a soft, gentle gesture, just his lips pressed against yours, but when you sigh and kiss him too, everything intensifies. Daryl's mouth traps yours in a more demanding kiss, you kiss urgently, maybe not the time or place for this, but neither of you are indulging your more conscious side. Daryl traps you against the nest, his hips move against you rubbing your bodies together, you moan against his mouth feeling your body react to his caresses, your legs wrap around his lower back as he bites your chin before moving down your neck, kissing your skin, feeling the heat grow more intense between the two of you. Blinded by your own needs all your instinct is what controls your every action. Daryl strives to mark every crease of your skin, he licks, kisses and bites wherever he reaches pulling delicious sounds out of you that manage to make you blush, as you move your hips rubbing against his growing erection, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter thinking about feeling him fully inside you. You moan loudly as his mouth closes around your sensitive, attention-deprived, completely hard nipples, Daryl licks and sucks as he stimulates the one that has been out of his mouth's reach, plays with it between his fingers, squeezes and pulls on it producing spasms of pleasure that run through your body.

"Daryl!" you moan his name once more, his fingers caress your skin, your core, gasp against your nipple as you feel his fingers slide seamlessly between your folds.

"Yer so wet..." He grunts he lifts his head to look at you as his fingers play with your pussy, without touching your clit they run along your slit, soaking in your fluids, parting your folds, groping the entrance to your vagina which clenches wanting him to fill it at last. He snorts seeking some control, he wants to bury himself inside you as much as you want to feel him, but he doesn't want to cum, he wants both of you to enjoy as much as possible. "I'm gonna make ya feel good, girl." He confesses in your ear before sliding down your body.

Daryl untangles your legs from his waist to drape them over his shoulders, he spreads your thighs apart and his tongue runs all over your pussy. He hums in pleasure as he tastes you on his tongue, further clouding his senses.

"Ya taste so good..." He says hoarsely and attacks your core again, his lips catch your clit, sore and forgotten making you cry out in pleasure, desperate, tangling your fingers in his hair.

You cum in his mouth as his fingers work their way inside your cunt, his tongue collecting your fluids dripping down his chin. The rut is pushing you over the edge and any caress gets you to spill. Daryl doesn't mind, he catches your taste again and again, his fingers dilating you, stretching your insides, as his mouth tortures your overstimulated pussy, your legs trembling on his shoulders, your vision blurred.

But he too has a limit and his cock throbs aching, needing attention, leaking pre-cum, swollen, reddened. He gasps pulling away from your pussy, licks his lips and pulls his fingers from inside you, strokes your lips and you open your mouth obediently, licking his fingers, sucking, tasting yourself on them, moaning low. It's more than he can bear. He spreads your legs apart and guides his cock rubbing against your entrance before thrusting and feeling you clench around him. You share a moan of satisfaction as you finally come together. Something you had been wanting for a long time. Daryl begins to move slowly watching his cock as he moves in and out of your tight core, as he engulfs it wanting to hold it inside you. Slowly he increases the speed of his onslaught, tightening his grip on your legs, watching you arch and moan under his body, the wet clash of your bodies mingling with your heaving breaths and gasps.

"D-Daryl! More... harder...!" You plead with him when you're able to find your voice.

"Is that what ya want, babe? Ya wanna me to tear ya apart?" he growls against your ear and you nod in desperation. "I'm gonna fuck ya so good that tomorrow ya'll cum at the memory of it." He whispers in your ear and you moan rolling your eyes.

Daryl pulls away just long enough to move you over and get you on all fours. He leans your body forward so he has your hips raised and holds you by the waist ramming back inside you. The new deeper angle elicits a cry of surprise and pleasure from you. You hold on to the pillows adorning the nest, moving your hips in time with him, making his thrusts deeper, more intense, taking you both to the limit.

"I-I'm going to cum, Daryl I..." Again you are unable to say a sentence in a row, but he feels the same way.

"Me too, baby..."

"Please, I want... your knot..." You gasp and Daryl tenses for a second. His body leans over yours, his hands resting on the floor, his cock barely moving inside you. You groan in frustration at the sudden stop.

"What? Tell me, girl. I need to hear it." He whispers huskily.

"Daryl, please..."

"Tell me, Omega." He roars, demands and thrusts hard a single time, you moan feeling it hit your cervix making you see stars.

"Cum inside, Alpha, I want your knot!" You moan unable to disobey his commands and Daryl has to overexert himself not to cum at your words.

"Is that what ya need? Ya need yer Alpha to fill ya, right?" You nod desperate. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna knot myself up and I'm gonna put our puppies inside ya." He says gritting his teeth, starting to move again and you moan in desperation at the thought.

"Yes, Alpha, please!"

"So desperate... so needy..." He gasps against your ear once more. "Mine..." He grunts and thrusts hard again as he bites down on your neck viciously, unable to control himself any longer.

You cry out in pain, but the pleasure quickly overtakes you, the base of his cock swells and snaps inside you, stretching your walls stretching you out throwing you into a new orgasm that tightens around his cock, Daryl moans and grunts feeling himself cumming.

"That's it, milk me, every drop of cum is making our babies." He whispers and your body shudders once more.

It takes several minutes for Daryl's knot to disappear, keeping you in that position a little longer. When the Alpha manages to move he hisses at the sensation as he pulls out of you, a thin trickle of cum trickles out of your cunt and he can't help but smile proudly, he has filled you so good. Carefully he lies down next to you, neither of you say anything, the effect of the heat has subsided a little, your minds are more aware. Daryl glances sideways at you, your body still trembling, you're cowering, turning your back to him, his bite, His Mark is seen on the back of your neck, through the tufts of hair. A sob puts him on alert and he feels himself suddenly fall from his own state of ecstasy.

"What...?"

"I'm sorry... I tried... I wanted to hide it, but..." You cry and shrink in on yourself more. Daryl feels his heart stop for a second.

It's been a mistake. Damn it, he knew. None of that true love stuff exists, none of that soul mate stuff is real. He's taken advantage of your weakness and marked you as his when you didn't want to be. Fuck, he swore he'd help you and he's been the one to condemn you.

Suddenly he feels a heavy, deadly rock lodge in his stomach, preventing him from speaking, from moving, he can only watch as you cry and tremble.

"I know you had chosen Carol, I didn't want to get in the way, Daryl I'm so sorry..." You cry again and the Alpha's pained expression turns to surprise.

What?

You're crying because you think he and Carol?

"God, ya almost gave me a heart attack." He says letting out a sniffle and covers his face with his arm before sitting up. "Yer stupid."He says and your body visibly tenses and he regrets using those words. He's certainly not the most delicate person to say things. "I mean Carol and I don't have anything, we're just friends..."

"What? But I... I heard you two talking and you always seem so worried about her... when she disappeared, you..." You stammer and look at him sideways, afraid, Daryl smiles moving closer to you, he hugs you leaning you against his chest, you immediately snuggle against him, feeling like that's the place to be.

"We're friends..." He repeats. "Maybe I even felt the need to protect her because she reminded me of my mother, of what she went through... but I could never look at her the way I do with ya." He confesses and strokes your hair. "From the first day I saw ya, I felt a connection with ya, I didn't wanna believe it but..."

"I-I also felt something different when you were around... it never happened to me before..."

"Tell me... Do ya believe in soul mates?" he whispers without stopping caressing your skin and you feel your heart start beating very fast again.

The End.

Okay first at all, I'm sorry I made it longer than I expected but I couldn't stop writing.

Anyways, I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!!

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