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SCORE THAT GOAL! — 42. (unofficial) couple goals

(wc: 2.631 of pure cuteness tbh)

“does this look date appropriate?” you flashed the sweater in your hands in front of ningning who was barely paying attention. she hummed, still focused on the phone slotted in her hands. “you’re not even looking.” you groaned, throwing the sweater towards your bed, accidentally hitting ningning with it who finally looked up.

“you worry too much.” she threw her phone aside, seating herself more properly on your bed. “just wear somehing casual, why would jisung care?” ningning reassured you. still, your worry didn’t leave one bit. “he might not care but i do! i want to look impressive for this date.” you continued to rummage through your wardrobe.

“it’s almost 3 o clock, he can be here any time so quit worrying babe.” ningning stood up and held onto your shoulder before slightly pushing you out the way. her hands quickly moved aside the plenty of clothing hangers before she reached for a piece of clothing. “here.” without looking up, her hand shot behind her to hand you a t-shirt and within a minute, a pile of clothing was stacked in your arms.

“just wear this and those cute shoes you bought recently. hurry before jisung arrives.” ningning flipped you by your shoulders before pushing you into the direction of the bathroom. you didn’t have time to question why she was pushing you out of your shared room, you had to get ready. “i owe you my life.” you thanked as you looked down at the clothing you carried. they went well with each other, and you didn’t expect less from ningning. the perks of having a friend who designs clothing.

walking out the bathroom with your outfit, you quickly admired yourself in the mirror. “a stunner. jisung is going to drop to his knees.” ningning chuckled from behind you. the ‘ping’ noise from your phone distracted the both of you for a second. “must be him.” she guessed. you ran to your phone, reading the ‘i’m outside.’ text jisung had sent you. a quick breather in and out was the last thing you did before grabbing your coat and scarf, finally walking to the door. “wish me luck.” you yelled before closing the door.

“hey.” the familiar sound of jisung’s voice spoke from behind you, slightly startling you before you turned around to face him. “there you are.” you sighed before a shy smile grew on your face. it felt like you hadn’t seen jisung up close in months. the sight of his long black hair that slightly curled up at the and and the same black jacket he wore that time you two were at the bus stop sent a sense of nostalgia through your body. perhaps he wore it on purpose, you didn’t really want to dwell too much on it.

“i like your outfit.” jisung rubbed the back of his neck in a shy matter as he averted his eyes to the ground. your smile grew, feeling the warmth in the pit of your stomach growing. “thank you, you look good too.” you responded back and jisung scoffed out an airy laugh.

“i was going to ask jaemin to let me borrow his car but he kind of needed it, so we’ll just have to take the bus.” jisung’s shy smile turned apologetic as he slowly turned to face the path ahead. “that’s alright, should we go then?” you started to take a few steps forward with jisung following instantly. he nodded before taking a few more steps until he was walking right next to you.

“so, are you going to reveal where we’re going?” you asked, masking your eagerness with a more playful tone. jisung laughed, glancing your way before shaking his head. “you’ll see, i’m sure we’ll have fun.” he muttered the last part, confidence lacking a bit. it was jisung’s goal to make you go home and describe the day as nothing less than fun.

“the bus is almost here.” you showed your phone that you had fished out of your pocket, bus time on display for jisung to see. he looked further ahead at the bus stop to see the few people gathered. “guess we should speed up a bit.” jisung advices before the both of you started briskly walking.

“an arcade?” were the first words that left your mouth as jisung lead you to your destination. jisung’s heart dropped, sensing disappointment from your reaction. “do you not like it?” he asked hesitantly but you shut him down quickly, aggressively shaking your head at him. “no of course i like it! i just didn’t expect it, i thought you’d plan a park date or something like that. this is definitely more fun though!” you reassured him and jisung wasn’t sure if he should be glad that you weren’t disappointed, or concerned at how his heart raced a bit at the mention of the word date.

he didn’t have time to decide as you had already enter the building, leaving him to stand outside. his perplexity quickly turned into amusement as he followed you inside. the place was loud as music blared in it. jisung spotted you a few meters ahead, looking around. quickly catching up to you, jisung admired the place with you. “where do you want to go first?” he asked you, head turned to subtly admire you instead. “let’s play mario kart.” your finger pointed to the machine further ahead and jisung nodded, following right behind you.

“just a heads up, i’ve never lost a race.” you boasted as you took off your coat and seated yourself in the driver’s seat of the machine. jisung cocked an eyebrow at your statement, amused grin finding its way back to his face. “oh yeah? we’ll see about today.” he challenged you, taking a seat himself.

“oh trust me, we will.” you retorted back as you put the coin in the coin box.

“don’t you feel a bit silly right now?” you laughed while you and jisung explored the rest of the arcade. not only had you won the first race, jisung had challenged you 3 more times after that, refusing to admit to defeat. as expected, you had won the 3 races with ease, surprising jisung. “whatever, i let you win, that’s why.” he reasoned and you laughed.

“right… where should we go now?” you asked as you held your coat in your hand. despite it still being winter time, the warmth from the indoor heating, as well as the warm feeling of spending time with jisung made you grow hot quite quick within those 20 minutes. you were so focused on the way your body felt that you barely felt jisung’s nudge. “hello?” jisung called you as his face entered your peripheral vision.

“sorry, what did you say?” you asked back, growing embarrassed when you realised you had probably ignored him. jisung pointed his thumb backwards, eyes stuck on you. “i saw something at the entrance.” you didn’t need much more convincing as you gladly followed jisung who led you two to the entrance of the arcade.

you didn’t mind anything he suggested, agreeing to his offers and following him without a second thought. going from one game to another, your afternoon with jisung in the arcade was spent with laughter and a feeling of true happiness as you two felt sincere pleasure being together.

“jisung, its okay. you’re just wasting your money.” you chuckled, subconsciously holding onto his arm to drag him back. jisung didn’t budge, instead taking out another coin before inserting it into the claw machine. “just trust me, i swear i’m good at this.” you couldn’t argue back much when the game had restarted and jisung was fully concentrated as he controlled the claw.

the slight frown on his face as his tongue poked the side of his cheek had you biting back a grin. you felt lucky to see such a sight up close, and you wondered if others had seen jisung be this attractive. you hoped not.

“yes!” you flinched out of your daydream when hearing jisung’s excited cheer. you followed his hands that reached down to the drop box. “i told you to trust me.” jisung grinned victoriously when grabbing out not one, but two plushies. the two bunny plushies in his hand came in two colours and jisung stuck both his hands out to you. “which one do you want?” he asked you first.

your hand reached out for the brown plushie, leaving the grey bunny in jisung’s other hand. an amused smile founds it’s way on your face as you looked back up at jisung who smiled back at you. your hand had only moved away a few inches from his, you could still feel the warmth from it.

“you really know how to impress a girl, jisung.”

“can you stop frowning at me please?” jisung asked you, hiding the soft smile that was itching to grow on his face with a more sulky expression. it was nearing 7 o clock and you and jisung had just returned from dinner. your jaw almost dropped as he took you to a restaurant that was barely in your budget, wondering if he had mixed up his locations.

jisung refused to let you pay, instead telling you to get as much as you wanted. which had let to a little argument where you told him you’d pay him back, something he dismissed almost instantly. “i’m the one taking you here, no need to pay me back.” he had told you.

“you should’ve let me pay.” you huffed and this time, jisung did laugh. “you can’t actually be mad about this.” he leaned forward to get a glimpse of your face from beside you. you turned your head, the close proximity making you feel a type of way. “well, i am. i feel like i took advantage of you.” you sulked.

it was silent for a while and you wondered if jisung had given up on arguing with you. yet, the small tug on your arm that stopped you from walking any further told you otherwise. you reluctantly turned to look at jisung who stood behind you. “let’s say this. if you manage to score twice, you can pay back. you have 5 chances.” before you had the time to question what he meant, his head nodded towards the empty field on the side. in the distance laid an abandoned ball.

you looked back at jisung, hesitating. “of course, if you refuse, that must mean you don’t want to pay me back.” jisung egged on and you sighed. “why are you like this.” you gave in, following jisung onto the grass. jisung took a stick before scraping it against the soil. “this is the goal.” he explained before opening his jacket. “show me what you got (—)!” jisung yelled, waiting for you to get ready.

shot one. much like you expected, you didn’t shoot anywhere near the assigned goal. you watched as jisung suppressed a laugh. “genuinely, how is this fair?” you argued. “don’t give up yet, i’m sure you can do it.” he encouraged you, rolling the ball back towards you.

shot two. taking a deep breath in, you took your time to coordinate your shot this time. position your feet differently, you took a few steps back before charging for the ball and taking your shot. you felt somewhat proud as you realised this time you were much closer. “that was close.” jisung complimented you, rolling the ball back towards you.

shot three. why was it suddenly raining? “don’t get distracted.” jisung exclaimed, zipping his own jacket up at the sudden appearance of the rain. you ignored the way the rain was getting into your coat and took your shot. your breath hitched as the ball grazed jisung finger tips, but ultimately didn’t make it in. “two more chances.” jisung announced, rolling the ball back towards you.

shot four. you couldn’t tell if the rain had increased. your focus was on at least scoring once. you took a few steps back, feet taking careful steps forwards as to not trip. mud flew with the ball and you watched as it grazed jisung’s finger tips before entering the assigned goal. “that’s one! you got one more chance.” jisung clapped for you before rolling the ball back towards you.

shot five. you weren’t sure why this was so serious for you. it definitely wasn’t just about the money anymore, instead you felt like you had something to prove as you stood in front of jisung. months of training, and you couldn’t even make two goals? three steps backwards was all you took before you kicked the ball, following as your shot made a straight line into the goal, jisung barely registering it.

“i did it!” you exclaimed in disbelief, eyes stuck on the ball that was past the goal. you scoffed out a laugh as your eyes met jisung who returned a smile. he walked towards you, clapping his hands. “that was cool.” he complimented, standing in front of you. the validation jisung gave you made you more prideful than the goal itself and you thanked him.

jisung hummed, his hands reaching up to the scarf you were wearing around your neck before adjusting it. it was hard to hold back his grin that was growing as he realised it was his scarf. “you improved a lot, you know?” jisung’s hands slowly detached from your shoulders and the loss of contact made the both of you feel cold. “thanks to you and jeno, can’t believe i finally did score a goal.” you whispered in disbelief.

you may have scored a goal today, but you still have a totally different goal to score.

“i should’ve checked the weather before leaving, i’m sorry.” jisung apologised as he watched you shiver into your coat. “or at least brought an umbrella.” he continued. “it’s okay, we’re almost in our neighbourhood.” you reassured jisung who continued to eye you in worry. the rain was still pouring and by now the two of you were soaked and probably caught a cold too. jisung couldn’t help but feel responsible.

the warmth of someone else’s hand enveloping yours shook you out of yours thoughts. your head snapped to the side, noticing jisung’s hold on your right hand. your heart rate increases as you watched jisung lift your hand up to his lips. you sucked in a breath, waiting for his next move. you watched as he softly blew out air from between his lips, distributing it across all of your hand.

you couldn’t tell if his attempt at warming your hand up was why you felt so hot, or if the intimate act itself had you heating up. he continued his act as you two walked, occasionally rubbing your hand with his. the whole time, you stayed silent, giving him your consent by keeping your hand in his hold.

“here” jisung said, placing something in your hand before carefully dropping it. looking at your hand, you noticed the black gloves that were placed in your hands. you looked back up at jisung, surprised. “aren’t you going to be cold?” you asked and he shook his head. “it’s okay, i can deal with a little cold. put them on.” jisung instructed.

his gloves were warm and smelled just like him. you swore you were starting to get dizzy from all this. the sudden affection he displayed in the past 3 minutes had you wondering if this was a dream. and if you were sure it wasn’t, the sudden feeling of his slender fingers hesitantly holding onto your hand before fully interlocking it with yours definitely made you doubt everything.

you had to be dreaming.

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fadingdaggerr · 7 months

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Can you make a fic based on my two fav melissa schementti fantasies

melissa calling reader by pet names and making them completely flustered x melissa making reader jealous on purpose

basically all this happens before they date/confess

and when melissa has had enough of reader not making any moves and hiding from her, melissa takes charge and ends up making out w reader.

i know this is a little difficult to write but tysm i really love ur fics 😭🫶🫶

wishful thinking

pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader

summary: request above!

warnings/includes: ridiculously clueless!r and a not clueless mel, gary but only for plot purposes, making out

translations: gioia (joy/happiness), tesoro (darling/treasure), gavone (pig/slob)

note: i’m so sorry i haven’t been active. i’ve been dealing with a lot the last few months and haven’t had even a second to breathe. better note at the end <3

Melissa would never admit to anyone how much she liked the effect she had on you. She loved to watch your head duck down nervously when she complimented you or guided you along with a hand on your lower back. Every single time she left the light tremor of your body, but not once did she mention it. You were glad she couldn’t feel your heartbeat the moment her attention was on you.

—

The first time she noticed it changed her entire perspective on you.

Melissa wasn’t the kind to talk to the new hires, the turnover rates at Abbott were laughable and they never stayed more than a couple of months. But after a few months, she started to pay attention. Over time, she got to see just how much you really cared for the kids. She had stopped by to ask if you had an extra purple whiteboard marker, but she was met with the sight of you kneeling in front of one of your students, big, sad tears in her eyes. She could just barely hear the mutterings of I know it hurts sweetie and the one that made a little smile cross her lips, of course I have shark band-aids, what am i? A chump? She sees you start to stand to grab the bandage and decides to move now before she gets caught staring.

Right as she steps close to you, you rise and spin around. Your action staggers as you notice her form too late, and nearly falling as you try to avoid running into her, nearly. Strong hands grasp your upper arms, saving you from landing flat on your ass.

Your head tilts up to face her, finally registering that it was Melissa. It takes you a second to breathe before you let out a little, “thank you.”

“Of course, hon. My fault anyways,” she says with a small smile. There’s an almost too long pause before she realizes her hands are still on your arms, dropping them immediately to fold them across her chest. You’re almost in a daze just looking at her, but you have to keep up appearances.

“Did you need something?” You say with a soft smile. Melissa noticed how your eyes never left hers for a second after she called you hon, she also thinks that you’d never looked her in the eyes before then. It had never gone unnoticed that you always looked at her bangs or the frame of her glasses whenever you’d spoken before.

Interesting... Melissa thinks to herself.

—

And then Melissa began to see a pattern.

You’d given her the extra dollar she needed for her iced tea, four quarters stacked tails-up in front of her. She didn’t ask anyone, only sighed when she checked her purse.

“Thanks sweetheart,” Melissa said without really thinking.

Your eyes widen for a fraction of a second before you catch yourself, accompanied by a quick inhale. Licking your lips and averting your eyes from her, you quietly say, “yeah. of course, anytime.”

Barbara must notice Melissa’s intrigue suddenly and speaks up, “dear, why don’t you come sit with us? I don’t think we’ve gotten a chance to know each other just yet.”

This marked the start of yours and Melissa’s friendship.

—

“You got plans Saturday?” Melissa says as she pours a cup of coffee into her Tucci mug.

You look up from your phone and take a breath in, “I have lunch with my cousin at noon, but I’m free later on. Why, what do you have planned?”

“That flea market’s coming back around, the one with the good antiques and the petting zoo,” you almost speak but she cuts you off, “oh, and that apple cider you liked.”

You smile at her remembering that detail before responding, “yeah, that sounds perfect. I can text you when I leave the diner.” Your voice thankfully doesn’t seem to give away how nervous you were trying not to seem. You take a sip from your mug to hide yourself for a moment.

“Great. I’m looking forward to it, babe,” she says through a sip of her own coffee. She stays just long enough to watch you nearly choke on your tea, and then slips out to walk to her classroom with a satisfied smirk on her face.

—

At the development week meeting, she turned to see you looking around for a place to sit. When you miss her wave to get your attention, she decides to yell your name across the gymnasium to get you to look in her direction. Your head whips her way, a grateful smile on your face when you see her waving you over. She decidedly loves the shy smile that was reserved for only her.

Stepping over nurse Makiah to get to the free seat, you finally plop down next to the redhead. Something possesses Melissa and her arm moves on its own to rest across the back of your seat, hand resting on your arm. She feels you stiffen for a moment, almost thinking she’d overstep, but you relax into her touch.

“You didn’t have to save me a seat. These are prime real estate to bleacher-leaners,” you mumble to her as one of the eighth grade teachers goes on about something that wasn’t as important as her fingers tracing little patterns over your shirt.

Melissa chuckles lightly, squeezing your shoulder lightly. She leans in to answer, “but then I wouldn’t have you sitting here, tesoro.” Your eyes go to your lap as you fail to hide the smile from her words, making the redhead’s heart rate pick up.

“You’re too nice to me, Schemmenti,” you say as you lift your head, with what little courage you have, to look at her and smile, leaning into her for a second.

—

Then an idea struck Melissa

Tuesday was vending machine restock day. Tuesday was your new least favorite day of the week. Totally unrelated.

Gary, the vending machine guy, had started a habit of flirting with Melissa. He started with giving her a free iced tea straight from the truck, and then chatting, then complimenting, and then just straight up checking her out with no shame. Every time he entered the room, your voice died in your throat, and your eyes stayed trained on him with a special kind of hatred. You were at least thankful Melissa hadn’t noticed the rage you felt when he had a conversation with her breasts. Melissa, in fact, did notice.

She watched how you stared daggers into his back as he spoke to her, completely unaware of her attention flicking to you every now and then. Your fork angrily stabbed at the lunch she’d brought you, not a single bite being taken since the vendor walked in the door. The more forward Gary got, the quieter and angrier you became. Once he left and Melissa’s focus went back to you entirely, as it always was, your shoulders relaxed and the assault on the pasta stopped.

Melissa decides she has a theory to test. She plays into Gary’s flirting some more, enough that the man is clearly picking up on it, and your hand stills. By the third week, Barbara is begging her to go on a date with the man.

“Girl, he likes you. You should give it a shot, he’s a nice man. Handsome too,” Barbara says with enthusiasm. Your eyes roll as you look at your phone, trying to tune out this conversation. Your resolve cracks a little when Ava mumbles that’s generous in response to Barbara’s comment, a tiny chuckle espacing you.

The kindergarten teacher nudges your hand, “don’t you think she should go for it?”

You struggle with trying to not just flat out say no so instead you settle with, “yeah. Gary seems really nice.” The thin smile on your face is unconvincing to both women, and it’s easy to read on both their faces. You quickly grab your stuff and stand, “I’m gonna head back to my room and pass out their math quizzes. I’ll see you later.”

Once the door closes behind you, Barbara looks at Melissa, “what was that?”

Melissa just shrugs, feigning obliviousness.

When Gary finally gets the nerve to ask her out, she laughs and agrees. You think the gods above must have it out for you, not letting you escape any interaction between the two. The fork in your hand just stabs harder at the food in the tupperware. After watching with a tinge of regret, Melissa finally speaks up.

“You alright over there, gioia?” She asks, her voice filled with real concern. You look at her for a moment, considering what to say, but settle with a nod. When your gaze drops again, you miss her lips dipping into a small frown.

—

Monday morning after the big date, you realize that being in the lounge was a mistake. You should have known to go straight to your classroom, but the need to see Melissa overrode your actions.

As you walked in, everyone was facing Melissa and asking her about every little detail of the date. Where’d they go? Was the food good? Did he offer to pay it all or ask to split the bill? What did she wear? She gives them all they want to hear, and only Ava asks what you didn’t want to know.

“Cut the bull. Did you let him hit or not?”

A chorus of AVA! goes around the room.

The redhead just sighs before answering, “why did you say it like that? And no, I did not ‘let him hit,’ Ava.” You hate that some tension leaves your shoulders after that. The rest of the time is spent with your eyes trained at the floor and ringing in your ears.

Melissa regrets her idea a lot more when she stops seeing your smile altogether and your eyes stop meeting hers.

—

She finally snaps.

Janine had planned to make a whole outing for the Abbott crew, inviting everyone out to a new arcade-bar that Erica had told her about. She’d told Melissa that she should invite Gary, saying that everyone wanted to meet him in a social setting and not just in the ten minutes he was in the school every Tuesday. Inviting Gary couldn’t hurt, she reasoned.

Gary’s phone went to voicemail for the fifth time and all eight of her texts were unanswered. He said he would come, that he wanted to meet everyone for real, but now he was a no show. Melissa felt like a teenager again, getting stood up by her date to homecoming while she waited outside for him. She turned to walk back in, almost running into you as you were coming to check on her.

“Everything alright?” You ask, knowing the answer already since she can’t hide her emotions well when she’s upset.

She huffs a laugh, “peachy. Jackass said he would be here almost an hour ago and won’t return my calls or anything.”

“Want me to beat him up for you?” You ask jokingly, but there’s a certain hope she’ll say yes that sits in your chest. Your heart almost can’t handle it when she smiles at your words, arm looping with yours as she drags you to the pinball machines.

You’d probably lost a student-loan payment in quarters by the time either of you had even won a single game you played. In the course of two hours, both of you had only managed to get a collective hundred tickets that could maybe win you each an eraser. Melissa pretends to not notice you cheating in the driving games, and you pretend not to notice her taking quarters from your cup.

You watch an equally competitive Ava and Melissa play a scary-good match of air hockey, each of them likely to have bruises on their knuckles by the end of the night from how hard they played. Each time she scored, the redhead’s eyes moved to you for approval, and each time she’s met with a little applause and smile from you.

“Wasn’t your man supposed to be here? Or were the Kit-Kats not behaving?” Ava says when they finally take a break from the game to take a drink.

Melissa just shrugs, “he hasn’t answered anything. If the gavone decides to say anything, then he’ll be getting an earful, or a bat to the head. Depends on what he says.”

“Do you even like this idiot?” Ava asks incredulously, saying exactly what you’d been thinking for weeks since they’d had their first date.

Melissa shrugs, “he’s alright. The first date was nice, but the rest have just been him trying to get in my pants.”

“Well,” Ava’s brows bounced a couple times, “are you gonna let him in or not?”

You check out entirely before listening to Melissa’s answer, not even caring how suddenly you left the conversation, just letting your legs carry you until you could finally breathe. You find yourself back with the old pinball machines that no one but you and Melissa had played. Only a few seconds of silence manages to pass before you hear the muffled stomp of boots on carpet, stopping right behind you.

“You gonna tell me what that was?” Melissa asks with your back facing her.

You should have known it was her that would follow you. Part of you wanted to lie and say that the drinks made you feel sick, but you both knew that they were too watered down to even intoxicate a toddler. The other part of you just wanted to scream about how it should be you on those dates with her, driving her home and walking her to the door. You turned to meet her eyes and any courage you had left, feeling like putty when she was so focused on you and you alone. Even though you know what her response will be, you just say, “it was nothing. I’ll be back inside in a minute.”

“It wasn’t nothing,” she says, stepping closer, “you’ve been doing that a lot lately. Just... I dunno, just leaving. You can be in the same room as me and it feels like you’re miles away.”

Your gaze drops to your feet, suddenly feeling insecure now that you know she’s noticed your behavior. You put all your energy into stabling your voice and keeping your lips from quivering at the thought of upsetting her. All you can muster in a tiny voice is, “I’m sorry.”

Melissa surprises you by pulling you into a tight hug, whispering to you, “is this about Gary?” Your heart stops at her words, knowing you’d been found out. The lack of answer and the way your body stiffens tells Melissa everything she needs to know, what she already knew.

Melissa knows that you’ll likely try to explain away anything the second she loosens her hold on you, that you’ll run and she’ll never get this close ever again. So she does the only thing that she can think of at this moment.

As she pulls away, Melissa’s hands cup your face, pulling you into her lips. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as you feel her lips press against yours, soft and eager. After a moment, she realizes you’re not kissing her back, her heart cracking as she pulls away from you, ready to run. Her hands drop from your face, eyes blinking rapidly as doubt clouds her mind. Your mind catches up, realizing what had just happened. Melissa begins to turn to leave, but is stopped by your hand in hers. You tug her back to you, cupping her face and leaning forward to finally kiss her back.

She tasted like lipstick and watery vodka, her hands were warm against your wrists where they held tightly. Your mind was in hyperdrive as you took in her lips and her touch, hardly noticing her moving you until your hips met the game behind you. Melissa’s lips parted, her tongue brushing across your bottom lip to ask for entry. You were quick to allow her in, letting her dominate your lips as her hands dropped to grab at your waist. The taste of her lips and tongue became quickly addictive, the feeling even more so. Your hands migrate from her face to her hair, pulling her even closer to you as the kiss turns sloppy from the sheer desperation radiating from both of you.

Melissa’s hands grab at your hips harder as you tug at copper strands, cold fingers creeping under your shirt to rest against warm skin. The force of her body leaning further into you boggles the machine you’re pressed against making a loud buzzer sound and the automated voice yell just a quarter to play! The sudden noises make you both jump, breaking the kiss. Your eyes meet and you both stifle a laugh at the whole thing. Her lips immediately gravitate back to yours, this time softer. The smile you feel against your lips brings your own out, breaking the kiss again. You drop your head against her shoulder, basking in her presence and her hands on your skin.

“You knew,” is all you say, voice muffled against her shirt.

She smiles and rests her head against yours, “I did.”

“How long?”

“The whole time, give or take,” she’s a little surprised when your head pops up, almost smacking her chin.

Your eyes stare straight into hers, “and you said nothing?”

“You didn’t say shit either, don’t even start,” she says with a laugh, no malice hiding in her voice. Her only response is a grumble that sounds something like touché.

There’s so much love behind your eyes, it chokes her up. The way your eyes never left hers, something she missed in the last month, made her feel like the most precious stone. She looks at you for a moment longer before quietly asking, “can I kiss you again?”

The smallest smile crosses your lips as you answer in an equally quiet tone, “you can kiss me whenever you want, Schemmenti.”

feedback appreciated as always <3

note: again i’m sorry for not being active. i started school again and have been working full time while also being a full time student. i also had a death in the family that hit me very hard mentally and i had to take a step back as to not end up in the hospital. i’m going to try to be more active and take time to write more. thank u for being so patient. ilyvm

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mingtinysworld · 2 months

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Pairing: mommy!hwa x maid!reader x sub!yeosang

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 5.7k

Summary: You are a maid to Seonghwa and his boyfriend Yeosang. You’re offered something that you cannot decline, giving you an opportunity to explore your crush further

Warnings: MDNI, mommy kink, switch reader, voyeurism, threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral (f/m receiving), fingering, squirting, riding, nipple sucking, hickeys, some hip slaps, masturbation

A/n: sooo thank you to that anon who requested this. I hope that this did justice to your thoughts and I enjoyed writing it a lot a lot. I really hope you enjoy the writing, please like, comment and reblog!! ily - J

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Being the maid of Park Seonghwa was quite the interesting experience. He differed from the other wealthy people you’ve come across at his giant mansion parties.

Unlike those snobby, high and mighty individuals, Seonghwa is a very considerate man. He loves to take care of everyone living in his household. From the maids, the cooks, to the gardeners, and of course, his boyfriend Yeosang.

The contrast betweeen Seonghwa and Yeosang is very prominent. Seonghwa has a dark and feminine aura, whereas Yeosang is so pure and bright but they somehow complete each other very well.

Seonghwa takes on an almost nurturing role in the relationship. Yeosang works out every day and has a strong physique, but that does nothing to conceal his innocence and needing help from Seonghwa.

You are exposed to them almost constantly due to always having to clean the place. Your heart constricts whenever you see their intimate moments. You long for what they have together, secretly sporting a crush on the beautiful Seonghwa.

Whenever you stumble across the couple, you do your best to avert your gaze just to give them privacy. You freeze for a few seconds and then quietly slink away in the opposite direction.

You convince yourself that you do really well with hiding your feelings for Seonghwa. You make sure to take deep breaths before speaking, not making the eye contact too long or too short, and never letting your true thoughts come to the surface ever.

Seonghwa, however, is much more observant than what you give him credit for. He notices your stolen glances when you think he’s not looking. He sees your eyes widen when his lips meet with Yeosang’s. He sees you swallow nervously when he’s standing just a bit too close to you.

He notices all of this, hence the reason why he’s made it his mission to fluster you as much as possible. He calls you into his room for assistance quite often, under the guise of needing food or new towels. His newest idea was making him quiver with excitement.

“Y/n!!”

You hear his voice calling you from upstairs and you immediately go to him. You knock twice to alert him you’re there and walk in. You expect to find him at his desk or bed, but he’s at neither place.

“Sir? Are you here?” You question.

You start walking towards his closet, thinking he might be in there. It is quite a big space after all. You hear a click of a door behind you and turn around hastily. The sight stops you in your tracks.

There stands Seonghwa in all his mighty glory. His hair is wet and tousled from his shower, droplets of water sliding down his toned body. His towel is barely hanging on for dear life and it takes everything in you to only look into his eyes.

“So s-sorry Sir, I didn’t- what can I do for you?” You stutter out pathetically.

He grins triumphantly and steps closer. “I hate to ask this of you, but I’m having trouble reaching my back to put on my lotion. Do you think you could help me out?” He sends a fake pout your way and your heart stops.

“S-sure, I can do that for you Sir.” He hands you his coconut scented lotion and faces away from you. You steady your trembling hands and squeeze out a considerable amount of lotion onto him. As you begin to massage his skin, you feel faint. Not once have you dared to be this close to him, let alone touch him. His skin feels so warm to the touch, contrasting your cold, nervous hands. Your heartbeat is so loud that you fear he might be able to hear it.

As the lotion is completely absorbed, you quickly step back as if you’ve been burned by him. Perhaps you did, because your whole body feels like lava. You look down to where your hands are clasped together and breathe.

“Anything else I can do for you?” You say quietly.

“That is all. Thank you for your help Y/n, always appreciated.” He gives you a smile, a sparkle in his dark eyes.

You give him a little bow and turn to leave. As you close the door behind you, you let out a breath you were holding. Clutching your sweater, you make it down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You gulp down the water, and realize it’s not enough to calm your pounding heart. You decide to go for a quick walk around the garden.

This should not be affecting you so much. He’s your boss, you can’t be feeling like this. Most importantly, he’s taken. Never in a million years would he look upon you as anything other than someone who gets things done for him.

You pace back and forth, needing to clear your head. After a few more minutes, you head back inside, completely missing Seonghwa’s head poking out from the curtain, watching you with gleeful eyes. His eyes darken with an unquenchable desire and his mind starts plotting.

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You wake up with a panic, realizing you slept through your alarm. Reaching for your clock, you read that it’s 8:45am. Immediately, you jump out of bed and throw on whatever clothing you can find, not even paying attention. Your usual wake up time is supposed to be 7:30, in order to have enough time to prepare breakfast and Seonghwa’s schedule for the day.

You run down the stairs like someone is after you, sliding into the kitchen frantically. As you do, you see Seonghwa already occupying the space. He turns around at the noise and greets you with a warm smile.

“Good morning Y/n! I decided to take initiative on breakfast this morning for a change. I hope you don’t mind. I wanted to let you sleep in, so don’t worry about the food.” You take in the apron folded at his hips, and the spatula mixing the eggs. You take a seat on one of the stools, feeling dazed.

Seonghwa has never made breakfast before. You’re curious about how it will turn out, and unable to deny how attractive he looks while cooking. You rest your face in your hands and watch Seonghwa with a fascinated look.

A rumbly voice startles you out of your daydream. Yeosang walks in, with his fluffy robe covering his body. He greets Seonghwa with an angelic smile, leaning in for a quick peck against his lips. Seonghwa mumbles a ‘hello love’ and gets back to the task at hand.

Yeosang slides into the stool next to you, waving at you shyly. You wave back awkwardly, not exactly sure how you should be acting. The dynamic feels so strange, and you feel wrong for sitting down instead of working. However, you choose to enjoy the moment while you can.

Soon, Seonghwa is finished with the whole meal. He sets up the plates, forks, and cups and denies your help when you offer. You patiently wait to start eating until they do, but they don’t seem to care.

“Alright, let’s dig in.” Seonghwa announces.

You slowly pick up your fork, still feeling hesitant. You think it might be a joke, but you start eating anyways. Surprisingly, the food tastes amazing. You’ve learned another thing about Seonghwa. He’s a pretty decent cook.

No one speaks, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. Instead, you savor the silence along with the breakfast. Finishing, you stand up to gather everyone’s plates, placing them in the dishwasher.

“Thank you Sir, for the breakfast. It was very delicious.”

“My pleasure Y/n. I figured I should do something new for once, instead of letting you do all the work.” You are quick to shake your head in dismissal, signaling that you don’t mind.

Him and Yeosang stand up, stretching slightly. “Ok, I think we’re gonna get started on our days now. Have a wonderful day dear.”

You give a curt nod, fighting a blush. What is happening to you? It feels so much harder to stay nonchalant. You head back to your duties for the rest of the morning and afternoon, having the most jumbled thoughts floating in your head.

As it nears the evening, everything slows down. Both Seonghwa and Yeosang come back from work, and plop down onto the couch, letting out drawn out sighs. It seems as if they had an exhausting day. You steep some black tea, pouring it into their favorite mugs. Adding on a side of sugar, you present it to them. They accept the tea gratefully, letting the warmth heat up their tired bodies.

Once they were done with the tea, they decided to go to their room. You said goodbye, not expecting to see them for the rest of the night as it was nearing 9pm. You do some last minute chores, putting things away and cleaning up. You finally head to your room to get a good nights sleep.

As you’re walking, you realize that it’s really cold inside the house. The thermostat is all the way upstairs, and you really don’t wanna make the trip. But it’s so cold that you’re already shivering, being forced to move anyways. Trudging up the stairs, you fix the temperature, looking forward to being warm soon.

Taking a few steps forward, you stop at Seonghwa’s door. There’s muffled noises coming through, and it appears as if the door isn’t closed completely. You peek through the crack and almost moan out loud at the sight.

There, on the bed, is Seonghwa fucking Yeosang. He’s got Yeosang on his back, and him working his hips constantly. You’re not sure what you want to focus on in this moment, your brain is so overloaded and overwhelmed. First of all, you get to see Seonghwa’s bare body. It feels surreal.

Yeosang is letting out the most sinful yet angelic noises. It appears that his regular demeanor also translates into bed. He looks so pretty being destroyed by Seonghwa.

Something that surprises you is how gentle Seonghwa is being. You would think he would be an absolute beast, but he’s actually very soft. You do have to compliment him on his stamina though. He just keeps going and going.

“H-hwa, nghh I can’t-” Yeosang lightly whimpers.

At that, Seonghwa leans down until he’s face to face with Yeosang. He captures his lips and swallows all his moans. When he pulls back, he holds Yeosang’s jaw gently, so softly.

“What’s my name baby?”

“Please,” Yeosang only lets out a desperate sob.

“Answer me my love.” Seonghwa gently reminds him.

“Mommy! Mommy m-mommy please, please make me cum. I’m a good boy please.”

You let out a soft gasp without meaning to and immediately slap a hand over your mouth, hoping they didn’t notice.

Nothing goes unnoticed by Seonghwa. He smirks at you through the mirror that’s facing the door. He sees you entranced, as if you’re held down by some invisible force. He turns his attention back to Yeosang, now knowing he’s putting on a show for his beloved maid.

“You’re a good boy for Mommy, that’s right. Let Mommy take care of you, you’re alright. You’re doing so well sweetheart.” He coos lovingly at Yeosang, who has started crying softly.

Pretty tears run down his face, and Seonghwa contemplates wiping them away, but he likes knowing that he’s the reason Yeosang is crying. He reaches down to his flushed red and angry cock and starts pumping vigorously. Yeosang thrashes around, squeezing the sheets as tight as possible.

He cums with a groan, drops spurting out all over his stomach and even on Seonghwa. Seeing that took you out of your trance, realizing you need to leave right now. Seonghwa glances in the mirror and sees that you left. He wishes he knew what you were thinking.

He pulls out of Yeosang slowly, and goes to run a bath. He returns to the bed, carrying Yeosang over to the bathroom and into the soothing water. Yeosang leans his head back and lets his eyes close. Seonghwa kneels by him and brushes his soft hair away from his face. He feels sleepy himself, and fights it long enough to get Yeosang out of the bath and into his pajamas. He cuddles him close and they both drift off.

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You’re fucked. After last night you weren’t able to get a wink of sleep. You couldn’t get Seonghwa and Yeosang out of your mind, how soft yet intense they were. They have a love that people can only dream of.

What has been plaguing you the most however, is Yeosang calling Seonghwa Mommy. You’re surprised but also not. He really does give off that nurturing vibe, but it was still unexpected. Experiencing that awakened something in you.

You want to call Seonghwa mommy.

You smack your head out of frustration. How can this be happening? How are you supposed to face them this morning? You dread leaving your room. You have to leave sometime though, so you take 3 quick breaths and step out.

As you approach the kitchen you can already see them there. For some odd reason, ever since that morning when Seonghwa cooked, they’ve been hanging out in the kitchen almost every morning. Usually you wouldn’t complain, but today…you’re feeling frazzled. But you paste on your smile and trudge through anyways.

“Good morning! How are you this morning?” Your voice sounds so unnaturally chipper to you, you almost grimace. They smile at you lazily, saying their greetings.

The breakfast consists of fluffy crepes, topped with strawberries, bananas, and whipped cream. You savor the taste, closing your eyes.

There’s silence yet again, but you make no haste to break it. You only focus on your plate and nothing else.

You hear a loud clearing throat and look up at the sound. You study both of their faces and the contrast. Seonghwa looks pleased, comfortable even. Yeosang, however, looks uneasy and embarrassed, a pink hue coating his soft cheeks. He looks absolutely adorable.

“Y/n, Yeosang has been wanting to tell you something for some time now.” Seonghwa speaks. “Go on baby, tell her.” He gives Yeosang an encouraging smile.

He fidgets with his rings and looks down. “I wanted to tell you that…I have a crush on you.” He says in the quietest voice. You think you’re dreaming so you have to pinch yourself, and you do. It is indeed real.

Seonghwa addresses Yeosang, prompting him further. “And? What else baby?”

“I want you to fuck me.” Yeosang looks as if he wants the ground to swallow him up.

You’re in shock. You’re not sure what to say. What does someone even say in this situation? What is the right thing?

Yes I will fuck you?

What?

Are you insane?

“I’m sorry, what?” That is the only sensible thing you can get out currently.

“Yeosang wants you to fuck him.” Seonghwa says matter of factly.

You can’t find the words to respond. You instead laugh. You laugh at how absurd this is. Seonghwa quirks an eyebrow while Yeosang shrinks into himself.

“Is something funny?” He asks.

“N-no I just- I was just so surprised. I’m not sure what to say.” You breathe out an embarrassed chuckle.

“Well, the offer is there. It’s up to you to decide. Only if you’re comfortable of course.” Seonghwa is so calm and collected, the complete opposite of you.

You contemplate for a few seconds. What would be the harm? You might as well take the opportunity that is presented to you on a platter.

You take a deep breath and give your answer. “I would like that.” You say in a quiet voice, afraid to cross any boundaries.

At your acceptance, Yeosang lets out a breath he was holding and Seonghwa gives you a bright, genuine smile. “Alright sweetheart, we will first discuss rules and boundaries. Just to make sure everyone is on the same page. Sound good?”

You nod your head yes, so thrilled yet terrified for the events that are to come. Seonghwa leads the two of you to the couch, and you all sit to discuss…sex.

After everyone is caught up on everything, Seonghwa stands up and motions to Yeosang. “Well Sangie, get to work.”

At his words Yeosang turns to you and captures your lips in his. He holds you so gently that it feels like you’re on a cloud. His lips are so plump and soft, you can’t help but sink your teeth into them. He lets out a grunt of approval, encouraging you to go further.

You can’t help but notice how nice he tastes. As you melt into his embrace, Seonghwa interrupts you two so you can go upstairs. As you go up you can barely keep your hands to yourself. It feels as if some kind of barrier has been broken and you feel a new you emerging.

The three of you file into the bedroom and your first task at hand is to strip Yeosang. You rip his shirt off and frantically go for his zipper. He helps you pull them down and you see his bulge poking through. He stands there as if he’s not sure what he should be doing. You take initiative and drop to your knees.

“Let me make you feel good.” You breathe out.

Before he can get a word out your mouth is on him. You swallow him whole, not giving you any room to breathe. Yeosang lets out a choked moan at the sensation of your warm mouth on him. You expertly bob your head with a fast rhythm, not giving him a break.

You hear his breathing get heavier and you look up to see his head thrown back. You keep going despite the ache in your jaw, so desperately needing to make him cum. You go even deeper now. His cock goes to your throat, making you tighten around him. He seemed to like that, letting out a loud groan of appreciation.

“God I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” Yeosang cries out. “Can I cum in your mouth?” Even through his haze he doesn’t forget his manners. You hum around him to give your permission. You go as deep as possible one last time, tears forming in your eyes from the pressure in your throat. Right after he cums with short and breathy gasps.

The warm liquid shoots into your awaiting mouth and trickles down your esophagus, blocking all form of breathing while he’s in there. There’s so much of it some dribbles out the side of your mouth, running down your chin. Yeosang takes a finger and smears it all over, making you look like a cock hungry whore. And you absolutely are.

As he pulls out you gasp for air, coughing a couple times. Your throat feels destroyed but you feel better than ever. Yeosang is about to ask if you’re ok when you jump up to your feet and kiss him once more. He can taste himself in your mouth and lets out a pleased hum. Hearing a throat clear behind you, you pull apart and turn around.

You completely forgot that Seonghwa was even in the room, being so occupied with Yeosang’s delicious cock in your mouth. Seonghwa is sitting there in the loveseat looking like a complete goddess. His see through shirt is halfway unbuttoned and showing off his beautiful chest. You just want to run a hand across his smooth skin, feeling goosebumps rise. He has his pants off just enough to have his leaking member out. He’s stroking himself very slowly, so slowly you would think he wasn’t turned on in the slightest.

Seonghwa, however, has mastered the art of patience. His heart is beating unbelievably fast, but he won’t let himself lose self control. He’s very content watching you and Yeosang.

For now.

“Keep going, don’t worry about me. Y/n you have free rein over what you decide to do with Yeosang.”

You give a nod of affirmation and turn around. You push Yeosang on the bed and straddle him. The look on his face is one you wish you could take a picture of and frame in your room. His eyes are so wide, glimmering at you in submission. You let out a quiet chuckle and give in to your hungry desires.

You lean down to lick a stripe up his neck. He tilts his head to the side, giving you more access. You add in little nibbles, and finally find his sweet spot. As you bite a little harder his hips buck up from pleasure. Displeased at his action, you put a hand around his neck, squeezing lightly.

“Do not move,” you hiss out. He closes his eyes in acceptance.

Continuing your attack on his neck, you leave deep, dark bruises with a desperate need to mark him as yours. You run your hands up and down his chest, seeing how he’s heaving up and down with heavy breaths. He lets out a small unintelligible noise.

“What was that, pretty?”

He opens his teary eyes and pouts at you. “Please, I want to be inside you.”

You grant him his wish, since he’s been such a good boy for you. You line yourself up with him and slowly sink down. His girth stretches you out immensely with a pleasurable pain. He lets out quiet whimpers as you slide down. Once you’re all the way fitted you stay still for a few moments, letting the both of you adjust to the new sensation. When he lets out a long sigh is when you start moving.

You bounce up and down, feeling every vein slide along your walls. His tip bumps against your cervix, shooting a tingle down your spine. The look of utter pleasure on his face makes you so happy, as if everything is right in the world.

Seonghwa, on the other hand, is having a hard time containing himself. He has to keep reminding himself that today is just for you and Yeosang. He’ll have you to himself some other time. He busies himself by watching your ass collide with Yeosang’s skin, making it ripple. He can’t wait to be buried in your warm cunt eventually.

Your thighs are burning from the effort, but you keep pushing through. Yeosang thrusts up weakly, eyes rolling back into his head. He grabs your hips tightly, digging his fingers in. You can tell he’s about to cum with the way he’s clenching his teeth as if he’s in pain.

He finally releases into you, and your climax also hits you hard. You fall forward onto his chest, feeling completely wiped out. You give him soft kisses along his chest, whispering praises to him as he comes down from his high.

Seonghwa gets up then, wiping away any evidence of his pleasure and grabs towels for the two beautiful humans in his bed. He gently cleans you two and climbs into bed. You’re still laid on top of Yeosang, and you stay that way. You don’t even register Seonghwa’s presence. He looks at you two with fondness, realizing that this feels totally right. He lets out a content sigh and lets himself drift off.

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As morning comes around, you wake with a slight ache in your body. Last night’s events catch up to you and you realize you’re still on top of Yeosang. Both him and Seonghwa are still asleep, looking ethereal. Yeosang has an arm draped over you, holding you tight against him. You surprise yourself by feeling so comfortable with Yeosang. Being so in charge helped your connection, and you just want to do it for the rest of your life.

You give him soft kisses along his jaw and he stirs slightly. He lets out a cute grumble and squeezes you so you’re forced to accept your fate and lay limp in his hold. Seonghwa wakes up slowly with a sleepy yawn. His eyes flutter open and he squints at you.

“You can stay here longer, I’m just going to get breakfast started,” He speaks with his raspy morning voice.

You give a hum of acknowledgment and nuzzle into Yeosang’s neck. Minutes later you can smell bacon frying, along with the clanks of the silverware. Yeosang finally wakes up and looks at you with a soft gaze. You let out a giggle and his face lights up.

“Mmmm you’re so soft and warm, I could stay here all day.” He sighs contentedly.

“We do have to go down soon though. Seonghwa is making breakfast, he’s probably almost done.”

After a minute, you both get up slowly. That’s when you remember you’re both still naked. A blush spreads across your face and you speed walk to your room to get your clothes back on.

When you step out Yeosang is there waiting for you. He has put on his clothes and is looking so shy. He reaches for your hand and you stiffen at the action. For some reason, this felt so incredibly intimate even though he was inside you hours prior.

You’re not sure where the boundaries lie. You only discussed the sexual aspect, nothing was said about outside of the bedroom. He notices your discomfort and gives a squeeze.

“It’s alright, don’t worry.” It’s as if he can read your mind. His words calm you and you start walking downstairs where Seonghwa is.

Seonghwa sees you coming down and his eyes glance down to your intertwined hands. His jaw involuntarily clenches with possession. Not for Yeosang though. For you.

After last night he can’t get the image of you on top of Yeosang out of his head. He wanted to snatch you away from him and pound you into the mattress until you can’t breathe.

As soon as everyone’s seated you all start to eat. Seonghwa making the breakfast almost every day is a pleasant and welcomed change. It was a little strange at first, making you feel weird, but now it almost feels like you’re a family. You look up and make eye contact with Seonghwa, not expecting to see his fiery gaze.

His eyes are darkened, looking at you with an unreadable expression. Your heart sinks, thinking he’s angry at you and last night was only a mistake. You look down at your hands timidly, head hanging low. Yeosang notices you slumped down and puts a hand on top of yours.

“Are you ok? Are you feeling sick?” Yeosang sounds like an absolute angel.

You lie and confirm that you are feeling sick. As you excuse yourself from the table, you do your best to avert your gaze from either of their deep stares.

You try to calm your beating heart. What if this was a huge mistake? What if Seonghwa was using this as a test to your loyalty? What if he fires you? So many thoughts are going through your head and you almost run straight into a wall.

You hear the clicking of high heels behind you and whip your head around to meet Seonghwa’s chest head on. He stabilizes you by holding on to your arms. You’re too afraid to speak, so you just gulp nervously. That catches his eye, he looks down at your throat, relishing in the fact that he makes you nervous.

He trails a finger from your jaw to your throat, leaving a faint red mark. Your body feels shaky, like you’re gonna go unconscious. He takes a step closer and now you’re standing chest to chest. “I love seeing you nervous.” He speaks in a quiet mumble.

You feel the arousal pooling in your underwear, and resist from rubbing your thighs together. The fear plus his proximity is driving you insane. You can’t even say anything, having swallowed all your words. You only look up at him with wide eyes. He almost moans at the sight of your doe eyes, eyelashes fluttering urgently.

He runs out of patience and slams his lips against yours. You let out a squeak of surprise. It’s more of teeth clashing rather than lips but it’s welcomed nonetheless. His intensity takes you aback. It feels so urgent, so animalistic. He swipes his tongue across your top lip and leaves a mess of saliva lingering. He leads you towards his room once again, slamming the door behind him.

He attacks your face once again, unbalancing you. You fall back on the bed and he takes his place above you. You raise your hands to pull himself to you but he grabs your wrists in one hand and pins them above. You squirm in resistance but he pinches your thigh and you let out a whimper.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” His voice is filled with breathy lust.

“Yes mommy, I’m gonna be your good girl.” You don’t know what takes over you in that moment, but you have to get it out.

His eyes darken significantly and he lets out a noise that sounds like a growl. He drops down and sucks deep bruises into your neck and collarbone. The sensation makes you feel dizzy with pleasure, almost bordering on painful. He takes off your top hastily and doesn’t hesitate to latch his mouth onto your pointed nipple. You let out a soft gasp as he nibbles on one and pinches the other. You can feel his hardness rutting against your thigh and you can’t help a shiver going through your body at the thought of finally having him buried inside you.

He leaves feather light kisses down your tummy and his switch up keeps giving you whiplash. One moment he’s so aggressive and intense and the next he is so soft. He pulls down your pants along with your panties and groans at the sight.

“That’s right, you’re mommy’s good girl right? Now stay still or you’re not getting my cock.”

He slides a finger through your wetness, gathering your slick and smearing it across your thighs. It seems as if his goal is to make you look like a complete slut, which he is succeeding at. He pushes in one finger experimentally, eagerly awaiting for your reaction. You do not disappoint. You let out a broken moan and arch your back, digging his finger deeper into you. He adds a second finger, and starts moving them violently. He immediately hits your sweet spot which makes you sputter out curses.

He watches your face intently, admiring the furrow in your eyebrows, your tightly shut eyes, and your parted lips. You’re trying your hardest to not squirm around but his fingers are so deep in you that nothing even works in your brain. He keeps hitting that spongy spot inside and you feel a tightening sensation in your stomach. Your hips jerk up and completely drench Seonghwa’s hand. He gasps in delight as you let out a strangle cry.

Your eyes widen in horror as you realize what you’ve done. You expect to find disgust in Seonghwa’s eyes, but instead his hunger has only seemed to intensify. He dives into your cunt without a delay, tongue eagerly lapping up everything you’ve got to offer. He finally releases your hands and they fly to his long locks of hair, bringing him as close as humanly possible.

He hums against you, the vibration making you leak even more. Feeling the coil tighten up once more you pull on his hair. “Seonghwa! I-I’m going to-” At your words he removes himself from you completely. You whine at the loss of your orgasm and buck your hips frustratedly.

He holds you down and gives you a stern look. “Baby, mommy is taking care of you, trust me.” You nod your head dejectedly and await his next move. Thinking he’s going to fill you with his cock next, he turns away from you.

“Yeosang you don’t have to keep listening through the door like a creep. Come on in and watch.”

You turn wide eyes to the door as Yeosang enters with his head hanging low. His pants are unbuttoned and his cock is standing tall, flushed red like a dark cherry. Your mouth waters at the sight and you want to have him in your mouth once more. He walks closer and while you’re distracted with the ethereal being that he is, Seonghwa slams his hips against yours.

You jolt up with a sudden shriek. He’s ramming into you with a force that steals all the oxygen in your lungs. The sound of your skin slapping fills the room and only heavy breathing is heard. While your head is thrown back with pleasure, you feel a nudge against your lips. You open your eyes and are met with Yeosang right in front of you.

He’s begging you with his eyes and you cannot refuse him. You open your mouth as wide as it can go and immediately Yeosang fills it up. He doesn’t go as deep as last time, he takes his time. You’re grateful for it because Seonghwa is taking no mercy on you. He’s hitting all the right spots and your vision fills with black spots. He leaves a few smacks on your hips, leaving a delicious sting behind.

With your mouth being occupied, only loud hums can be heard. Yeosang breathes heavily at the feel of your warm mouth around him. He thinks he wants to be in you every single day.

Seonghwa’s hips stutter and you can feel that he’s close. “Come on darling, let’s cum together.” He rumbles out in a raspy voice. To stimulate you further he brings two fingers to your sensitive bundle of nerves. You writhe in both pain and pleasure, feeling your climax approaching. He pinches your clit and that’s the tipping point for you. Your thighs tremble as you cum with Seonghwa. He lets out a beautiful whine as he empties into you. Simultaneously Yeosang cums into your mouth, and you swallow his seed gratefully.

Once Yeosang pulls out of your mouth, your body goes limp. You feel absolutely drained. Seonghwa admires the mess for a few seconds before getting up to grab wet towels just like last night. He cleans you up gently while you let out soft mewls. Once he’s done he crawls up next to you and caresses your face softly. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and gives you a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. You smile lazily and nuzzle into his chest. He invites Yeosang to join you and you all get comfortable.

Being sandwiched between the two beautiful men is a dream come true you realize. In the year that you’ve been working for them, you would have never thought that this would happen. Seonghwa holds you close, tucking you against his chest. You can feel Yeosang behind you, having a loose grip on your waist. He gives your neck a soft kiss and lets out a deep sigh.

“I love you sangie, I love you mommy.” You murmur gently. You can’t wait to tell them that every single day from now on.

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blacckdiamondposts · 1 year

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Leave your mark on me

Pairing: Alpha! Ushijima Wakatoshi x f!Omega!Reader Summary: (Y/N) and Ushijima grew up with each other. (Y/N) isn‘t a fan of the whole Alpha/ Omega society, which often enrages Ushijima (little miss (Y/N), often gets herself in trouble with other alphas). Both Omegas and Alphas have to get injections to keep them from going into heat/ rut. Due to a missed appointment, (Y/N) is going into heat, but don‘t worry, Ushi is obviously there to help hehe. Warnings: smut, slight mentioning of blood (> after marking)

A low growl escaped his lips as he read your text message.

Ushijima has told you plenty of times not to come over to the boys dormitories, knowing how some of the other alphas could act towards an omega. But you just never listened to him. He was sure that it was because of your attitude towards the whole society.

His brows furrowed as you didn‘t show up, letting him wonder where you were.

She should be here already, Anger and worry seemed to take over.

He let out a groan as he exited his room, noting how your scent lingered in the air. However, it was different than usual.

Ushijima knew that something was off, picking up his pace he rushed towards the source of the scent. As he came around the corner, he noted a couple of alpha‘s surrounding a small material room.

The scent that radiated off of him was enough to scare them away, watching how they quickly hurried away, he walked up to the door.

„(Y/N),“ he called, his voice sounded low, „it‘s me,“

„U-Ushijima,“ you groaned.

„(Y/N), open the door,“ he demanded, „are you hurt?“

„I‘ll break the door open,“ he said as he didn‘t get a response.

However, the door quickly flung open.

You were babbling incoherently as your heat got the best of you.

„(Y/N),“ he leaned down, „are you-,“

Your scent was too much to handle, „are you in heat?“

Your eyes locked, giving him a good view of your face.

Your pupils were blown, skin glistening while a subtle pink dusk was set on your cheeks.

„Shit,“ he cursed, „come here,“

He picked you up, rushing back to his dorm, he tried his best to ignore the slick that was running down your legs and onto his hand.

“I-It‘s too hot,“ you muttered, feeling like your skin was burning.

„Sssh, it‘s alright,“ he said with a soft voice as he entered his room.

Ushijima kicked the door shut before he carefully sat you down onto his bed.

„(Y/N),“ he tried to get your attention.

He reached his arm out, cupping your cheek, „(Y/N),“

„Hm,“ you looked at him with half lidded eyes.

„(Y/N),“ he said, his voice sounding commanding „let me be your alpha,“

„W-what,“ you looked at him with big eyes.

You wanted to press your legs together, hiding your slick covered thighs from Ushijima. But your body has long made the decision of taking him as your alpha. Hence why you spread them, letting the alpha see your most intimate part.

He clenched his jaw as he tried to contain himself.

„I will be yours,“ he said, “and you‘ll be mine, Omega,“

You averted your gaze for a second before locking eyes with him. You nodded your head reluctantly.

„Say it, Omega,“ he said.

You were engulfed by his scent, feeling your slick pool in your underwear.

„Just say it, and I‘ll help you,“ Ushijima demanded.

You watched him with narrowed eyes as he brought his hand up to cup your cheek. His calloused thumb brushed over your skin. It felt comforting and yet his touch felt like it was burning.

„T-take me, alpha,“ you whined, giving into your heat.

That was all the alpha needed to hear. Ushijima closed the distance between the two of you, clashing his lips against yours.

Oh, how many time‘s he‘d imagined to kiss you - to devour you.

He kissed you hungrily, a low growl rumbled in his chest as he wanted more now that he finally had his omega.

The one he always wanted to have.

„A-alpha,“ you whimpered, tugging at his clothes as you wanted to feel his skin against yours.

He swiftly removed his clothes discarding them onto the floor. Your lips parted as a shaky breath spilled over your lips once your eyes fixed on his large cock.

He moved to his previous spot, leaning in for another feverish kiss before he forced his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues were battling each other before he dominated yours.

Before you could realize it your shirt was torn into two pieces, its buttons flying across the room.

He couldn‘t get enough of you. He knew that you were seemingly in heat, but why was he so out of it.

Ushijima wondered if it‘s because you finally surrendered to an alpha - to him.

He pushed you back against his bed, his wide frame making your legs spread before you wrapped them around his hips.

You were grinding against him, needing to feel some kind of friction. His cock pressed against your wanting heat, evoking a soft moan from you. Only the thin fabric of your underwear was separating you.

Ushijima‘s large hands were hiking up your skirt, pushing it up to your waist.

You needed him just as much as he needed you. He couldn‘t contain himself as he saw you in such a state.

Although he loved the sight in front of him, he cound‘t watch his omega suffer.

„Alpha,“ you moaned into the kiss, „I need more,“

His chest vibrated as a he growled against your lips. He parted from you, fixing his gaze on your soaked underwear.

„These are in the way,“ he said, hooking his fingers into the soft fabric of your panties before ripping them apart.

He pushed two digits into your cunt, feeling your slick coat his fingers. You threw your head back against the pillow, finally having something inside of you.

However, satisfaction didn‘t last for long as you needed more.

„M-more,“ you pleaded.

Ushijima used the slick on his fingers to coat his hard length before he aligned his cock with your entrance. He slowly sheathed himself into you, watching your face contort in pleasure.

Your gaze met his as he filled you up, feeling how his tip hit against your cervix. Although he was huge, he just filled you up perfectly. Like his cock was made just for you - for your pleasure.

Ushijima thrusted carefully into you a couple of times. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his wide shoulders.

A low moan escaped his lips as he felt your slick gush out, coating his cock before it trickled down onto his balls.

He rested his forehead against yours, feeling his hot breath hit against your skin as he spoke.

„I wanted you for such a long time, omega,“

„A-alpha,“ your brain was incapable of forming any words as it was filled with lust.

His lips trailed down to your neck, where his lips brushed over your sensitive skin.

He parted slightly, watching down at you with hungry eyes.

The pace of his thrusts picked up, being more rough than before.

His hands were tightly holding onto your hips to keep you in place as he pounded into your wet cunt. You felt the knot tighten inside of you as you were getting closer to your edge.

„C-close,“

„Cum all over my cock, omega,“ he commanded.

His forehead was glistening, noting how a bead of sweat trickled down on his temple.

It took only a couple of thrusts before your orgasm crashed over you, turning you into a trembling mess.

„Just like that,“ he praised, his voice low.

Ushijima wasn‘t done with you.

Instead of stopping, he picked his pace up, drilling himself into you as you were putty in his hands.

Your nails dug into his skin as you held on for dear life. The sharp sting spurring him on.

He placed a couple of kisses on your neck before his teeth lightly grazed over your skin, making you shiver beneath him.

He wanted to bite down into your flesh, marking you as his. But uncertainty washed over him since you were in no way or shape in the right mind - or at least so he thought.

Your orgasm seemed to lower the effects of your heat.

„M-mark me, if anyone, I- I want you to be my alpha,“ your voice was shaky as you replied in between moans and whimpers.

He groaned against your skin.

Ushijima let his teeth rake over your scent glands before he bit down, his teeth sinking into your skin. You whimpered, but the pain just added to the pleasure you were feeling.

The act of marking you seemed to be enough for him as he was nearing his edge. He kept his teeth in your skin as he literally fucked your brain out, filling the room with the lewd sounds that spilled over your lips. All he could think about was the fact that you‘re finally his, belonging to him and only him.

He bit down even harder as his orgasm washed over him, growling against your skin. His rough and unsteady thrusts pushed you over the edge for a second time, letting you come together with your alpha.

Your insides were painted white as he filled you up to the brim before his knot swole and tied you together.

He snaked his arm between you and the mattress, carefully maneuvering the two of you so you‘d be laying on top.

Your head was resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

You turned your head towards Ushijima, locking eyes with him, „I really do want you to be my alpha,“

His lips tugged into a soft smile as he brought his hand to your face, „I will always take care of you, my omega,“

Ushijima has taken care of you for as long as you could remember. Ever since you befriended him when you were a little kid. You knew that you were safe with him, allowing yourself to surrender to him.

He felt proud to be the only alpha you‘d ever get involved with.

You slowly drifted off as exhaustion washed over you. Ushijima hugged you tightly as he laid there happily.

By the next morning everyone knew that (Y/N), finally had an alpha and that it was none other than Ushijima himself.

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silentglassbreak · 3 months

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Anonymous

Noah Sebastian x OFC

Alright folks, I think I’m on the other side of this cold. Which unfortunately means I am back at work. Things are going to start getting more serious here, so bear with me.

Moving forward, each chapter will have its own warnings above the normal, so just keep an eye out. As always, thank you for reading. ☺️

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery. **STRONG TRIGGER WARNING FOR SA** Please proceed w/ caution.

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Taglist: @flowery-mess

Part 8 - Limits

Three months is not a long time. Not long enough for me to drink in the relationship that now was encompassing the vast majority of my life. I still had my job, my meetings, my daily walks with Angel…but everything else was Noah.

Nights watching movies with him. Days going to his house and just existing while he sat in his studio making music. Standing backstage at random pop up shows they did. Morning showers. Evening cuddles. Very late night sex. Sex all the time? Noah had an incredible sex drive and I was along for the ride.

But today, this truly horrific day, was his last day before he left again on tour. It was panic day. And I couldn’t get out of work. He leaves in the morning for Houston, and is absolutely losing his mind with anxiety.

My phone was going to vibrate off of my desk, so I slipped it into the top drawer and turned my attention back to the clients in front of me.

“I’m so sorry about that, where were we?”

The young couple sat in the chairs in front of my desk, their expression cool and positive. They radiated happiness, love. Jared and Sarah Miller, newlyweds, and visibly elated to be buying their first home. Sarah’s belly sat heavy in her lap, thirty-six weeks into her pregnancy with their first baby.

Their house was closing next week, so we needed to discuss what all needed to be done prior and run their one last statement check.

“You can take that, if you need Mileena. We don’t mind waiting.” Sarah smiled at me warmly, and I felt a tug in my chest when I heard my phone vibrate again.

“Oh, it’s fi-“ Before I could finish, it stopped vibrating, only to begin again half a second later. “Uhm…”

I opened my drawer, looking down to see Noah’s face flashing once again.

“I’m so sorry, it’s my boyfriend. It may be an emergency if he’s calling this much.”

Jared stood up. “No worries! We can run to the car and get Sarah’s snacks, if you don’t mind we eat in here?”

I shook my head. “Not at all! I’ll only be a second.”

“Take your time.” Sarah chirped before they walked out of the office, the door latching behind them.

I slid the newest call open. “Why aren’t you answering?! Are you dying?!”

I had to pull the phone from my ear due to the sheer volume of his voice. “Noah, I’m at work. Not dying.”

“Oh.” His voice calmed down instantly. “Good, because I almost got worried.”

I snorted. “Almost? You’ve called me like, a hundred times!”

He chuckled. “It’s panic day?” He said defensively.

“Panic day or not, babe. I’m with clients.”

“Fuck! I’m sorry. I should’ve known.”

I glanced at my computer screen to a new Teams message.

Sam: Saw your clients left. Wanna get lunch?

I cringed.

Me: They’re coming back. And no, eating in.

I saw the indication he was typing pop up, but disappear a moment later with no new message.

“Listen, babe,” I brought my attention back to Noah. “How about I go to your place after work? I can grab food on the way?”

“I really should focus.”

I laughed. “Cause you’re doing such a great job.”

“You’re right.”

“I’ll see you about six. Love you.”

“Love you too, babe.”

And we ended the call right as Jared and Sarah walked back in.

I smiled widely and took a breath. “Crisis averted. Now, let’s get you guys this house.”

I sat cross-legged on Noah’s bed, pulling potstickers from the paper box in my hand. Noah was chewing on his food while his fingers clacked at his keyboard, sending last minute emails to his tour manager.

Rick and Morty played on the television, and I idly watched it while letting him have his space. ‘Just having you here makes me feel more calm’ is what he told me, so I’m just existing, letting him have his panic in peace.

Noah had gone to my house this afternoon and picked up Angel after we talked, bringing him back to his place so I didn’t have to stop home after work. I was almost convinced he loved that dog more than me. I’m okay with that.

Noah turned, chow mein noodle hanging out of his lips. I chuckled at the sight, and he turned his lips up in a goofy smile. He slurped the noodle in his mouth and licked his lips. As silly as he is, he’s still absolutely breathtaking.

His muscle shirt showed his arms that were slowly becoming more defined every time I really looked at them. Noah had been filling free time he had going to Muay Thai and Boxing classes, trying to keep off any unnecessary pounds he may put on from his sugar intake. The results were becoming…difficult to not appreciate.

“You done?”

He nodded, leaning back in his chair. “I think so. Nothing left to do but sleep.”

I nodded, satisfied. “Good.” I glanced at my watch, noticing it was already seven-thirty. The first forty-five minutes of me being here was spent trying to calm the anxiety and help him find his favorite jacket that somehow ended up in Jolly’s laundry hamper.

“We’ve got to head out in about an hour.”

His lips turned down in a frown. “Why?”

“I’ve got work in the morning, and you’re leaving at 4 in the morning. You need sleep.”

“Nuh-uh.”

I raised my eyebrow at him. “Noah, unless you have a show, you can barely stay conscious past 10PM. You still have to shower.”

He shrugged. “Don’t care.”

“Mkay, well I care. Because I also have to shower and decompress before bed.” I stood off the bed and piled the empty food containers into the bag they came in, walking it over to the garbage can.

“Take this out tonight, or it’ll be awful when you get back.”

He just stared at me, a look I couldn’t quite place on his face. It made me shift my weight under me, unsure of how to react.

“What? Do I have soy sauce on me?” I wiped at my face, but he just shook his head.

“No.” He then sighed heavily. “We’re going to be gone longer this time.”

My heart pulled. He was right. He’d be gone two and a half months this time, which shouldn’t be long, right? Three months went by so fast…

“I know. But, I’ll be at the show here in October. And you’ll be home a week after that, just in time for your birthday.”

He chewed his bottom lip. I walked over to him, stopping directly in front of his chair.

“Then we’ll spend the holidays together.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, his head leaning into my chest, his arms swallowing my waist. “Christmas, New Year, Thanksgiving.”

He would be going back on tour at the end of January, so we had to take what we could get.

“Can’t you just come with me?”

I chuckled. “I wish, baby.”

I pulled my arms back, gripping either side of his neck to bring his face up to mine, placing a soft kiss on his lips. His arms tightened around me and a soft moan hummed out of him.

“Now,” I pulled my face back and pushed him back into his chair. “sit there quietly, and let me give you your parting gift.”

I sunk down to my knees and watched while he lifted his brows at me, narrowing his eyes.

“Since when do I do what you tell me?” His tone was apprehensive.

I gazed up at him through my lashes, doing my best to look innocent while my hands unzipped his jeans.

“Since I have something you want.” I very dramatically licked my lips, leaving excess saliva on my bottom lip for effect.

He pursed his lips, and gave a curt nod of his head.

“Fair enough.”

I was wrong. I was so wrong. Two-and a half months was crawling. I would assume it felt that way since it had only been two weeks, but it felt like a year.

I had just hung up the phone, Noah having to head into sound check. My lunch break was close to over, so I was already sitting behind my desk, scrolling through emails while I waited for my next client to make their appointment.

My desk phone chimed, and I grabbed the receiver.

“Kline Home Lending, this is Mileena?”

“Are you not logged in to Teams?” Sam’s voice was sharp on the other end.

“I’m on lunch. I haven’t taken Do Not Disturb off yet.”

“Lex wants to see us. Didn’t say why. We need to go now.”

I straightened my back and checked the time. I only had twenty minutes until my next appointment. That didn’t matter, though. When Lex called, you went. He was the President of Kline, and he didn’t make appearances often.

I shot my client a quick text to wait for me in the lobby if I wasn’t back as I walked down the hallway behind Sam toward Lex’s office.

“What do you think he wants?”

Same didn’t turn to respond. “Don’t know. He just asked to see us two.”

What could he possibly need? I kept my nose down, sold my loans, and kept it pushing. I didn’t make waves. Sam, on the other hand…

“Ah! Thank you both for coming on short notice. I won’t keep you too long.”

Sam and I each took a seat in front of Lex’s desk. Our boss, a tall, older man with white hair and his shirt unbuttoned the top two buttons, stood up and rounded the desk, leaning against it.

“I’m certain you don’t know why I’ve brought you here.” We both just nodded. “Right, well I’ll get straight to it.”

He went back to his chair, sitting down and waking his computer. “I assume you’re both familiar with Shamrock Lending?”

“Aren’t they the company that just declared bankruptcy?” I furrowed my brow, my question making him nod.

“Nearly. They’ve backed out of that.” Sam and I looked at each other inquisitively. “We’re absorbing them, including their employees and client base.”

“Why?” Sam sounded unamused.

“Shamrock maintained a prestigious client-base and had great word of mouth. The pandemic killed the business, and with them having been such a small company to begin with, it didn’t cost us much. And now we can retain their clientele, including their celebrity accounts.” He had his chin resting in his hands. “They sold Kelly Clarkson a house last year.”

Sam snorted. “So, what does that have to do with us?”

I had to forcibly not roll my eyes at his disrespectful attitude.

Lex looked intrigued, staring directly at Sam.

“I’m glad you asked, Samuel.” The sound of his full name made Sam visibly straighten. “We need to do something to boost morale for their employees. Shamrock was a family-owned company so most of their staff are…less than thrilled at coming over to Kline.”

“I could understand that.” I empathized.

“Exactly. So we are going to arrange for a company event, something to lighten the spirits. Eating, drinking, and overall merriment.” He pointed at us. “Oh, and live music! That always gets people excited.”

He stood again. “I need you both to organize it. You’re my top performers, so I trust you both to be able to arrange something within the next week or so.”

My eyes widened. We had to what?!

“With all due respect sir, but when you say organize?”

“Find a venue, get catering, hire a band, all that jazz.”

“My family has an estate on a vineyard in Escondido. Perfect for this.” Sam was now smiling confidently. Kiss ass.

Lex snapped. “Wonderful! We need this ready happen by the end of September. The merge is effective as of October 1st.”

I’m so fucked.

The following seven days had been a blur. A long, exhausting, frustrating blur. I had to reschedule so many appointments so Sam and I could work on the event.

Venue was no issue, but we needed catering, entertainment, staff, decorations, which is what Sam and I were currently arguing over.

The amount of arguing we had done over the last week had drained everything out of me. Spending this much time with him was absolutely ungodly. He was so difficult to tolerate, his bravado and over enthusiastic flirting got so far under my skin I could feel it in my bones.

“We need a theme!”

“It’s not junior prom, Sam! We don’t need casino night!”

He scoffed, pacing over the floor in my office while I sat, my fingertips rubbing my temples.

“So it’s just a ‘Hey we get you hate us, but get drunk and have salmon’ party?!’

We were interrupted by the door opening, Chrissy, the janitor, coming to clean my office.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I thought you guys were gone.” She backed out and closed the door.

“Jesus Christ, what time is it?” I checked my watch. “Ugh, it’s already seven. I’ve got to go.”

“No, no, we need to finish this. The event is in three days.” He pulled his phone out. “I’m ordering some pizza.”

I stood up in protest. “As fun as that sounds, I’ve got to go walk my dog. Or he’ll piss in the house.”

He locked his phone and gave me a disgusting grin. “No worries, we can just finish at your place.”

My face must have mimicked my disdain because he only smiled wider. I groaned and sat back down.

“Fine. Let’s just finish it.”

I finally swung my front door open at 9PM, exhaustion and agitation fueling me the entire ride home. Angel met me at the door, eyes big, obviously concerned for my whereabouts. He's never left alone quite this long, more so these last few months with Noah picking him up nearly every day.

"Hey baby." He barked in response while I kicked my heels off. "I'm so sorry I was gone so long."

He ran to the back door in response. I dropped my bag right there on the floor, slipping my slides on and striding to let Angel out.

I stepped outside with him, watching as he disappeared near the trees in the corner of the yard, undoubtedly relieving himself. I stayed on the wooden porch, flopping down into the wooden chair at the table. I slipped a single cigarette out of the pack next to the ashtray and lit the end with a match. I didn't indulge in my nicotine habit often, only in times of severe stress. I bought a pack the day I learned of the event and had smoked one each night after work.

I hadn't told Noah that.

This reminded me that I hadn't heard from him all day. I slipped my phone out of my pocket, taking a long drag from my smoke.

I pressed call as soon as I found his name in my recent list, noticing our last phone call was yesterday afternoon. We hadn't talked hardly at all since Sunday, when the shows became more frequent and my work started taking up all my damn time. Our nightly calls had been skipped a few times now, and we mostly communicated over text. Until now, I hadn't noticed how badly I missed him until I saw his contact photo show up when the phone rang; a picture of him sleeping, Angel stretched out over his stomach, snoozing comfortably on my bed.

I put the phone on speaker and set it on the table, leaning back in my chair.

"Hello?" His voice that came through was loud. There was a ton of background noise and voices. There was also some kind of music. Music I didn't recognize - heavy bass drums, some kind of high-pitched synth, with rhythmic reverb. Club music?

"Hey babe. What're you doing?" I could hear shuffling on the other end.

"What?" He couldn't hear me. "Hang on, babe. One sec." The phone then went completely silent, evidently muted.

After a few moments, I could hear sound again, but it was much quieter. "Hey babe, I'm sorry. I couldn't hear shit in there."

"What are you doing?" My voice was sharp, which I wasn't sure if it was due to me being wildly suspicious all of a sudden, or the frustration bleeding over from work.

"Oh, uh, after the show the guys wanted to stop off at this place on our way back to the hotel." His voice sounded intentionally nonchalant.

"What kind of place?"

He was quiet. Too fucking quiet.

"Babe, don't freak out." He sighed heavily. "It's a bar, and look-"

"You're at a fucking bar?!" I stood up, dropping my cigarette into the ashtray.

"Babe, please don't yell at me." I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose, forcibly evening out my voice.

"Noah, why the hell are you at a bar?" I said through gritted teeth.

"It's one of the guys' in ERRA's birthday tonight. We're just here to celebrate. I'm going to be fine." He was annoyed, I could hear it. I was 'sponsor'-ing him, but I didn't fucking care.

"Please don't drink, Noah." He groaned.

"I won't, Leena." His voice was slightly venomous. This bothered me. How could he not understand why I was upset by this? It was a valid fucking reason to be upset. He was right on top of earning his 6-month chip.

"Good. Because I swear to God, I will snatch those chips away from you so fucking fast."

He didn't even breathe. "Nick is here. He'll keep me straight."

"He's not drinking?"

"No."

"Okay." I sat back down.

"I'll call you when I get back to the hotel and after I shower."

"Okay." I picked my cigarette back up. "I love you."

"Love you too." Click. My heart tugged. It felt wrong.

When he finally called me, I was already half asleep. I had showered, finished getting ready for bed, and began fading while watching Supernatural. It was typically unheard of for me to pass out so early, but I was positively exhausted.

My phone began singing next to my face, and I moaned in defeat. I just wanted to be unconscious.

"Hey." My voice was thick with sleep.

"Hey, were you sleeping?" His voice sounded pretty sleepy too. It was past his bedtime.

"I was, but I'm fine." I sat up in bed. I ran a hand over Angel, who was now sound asleep in Noah's spot on my bed.

"Mmm. How was your day?"

I leaned back on my pillows, yawning. "It was long. Had to stay late again."

"With Sam?"

This made me snap to attention. The bite in his tone startled me. "Yeah, unfortunately."

"Hmm." He was making a lot of humming noises tonight. "Been spending a lot of time with him, yeah?"

You're fucking kidding. Noah was not getting jealous...of Shithead Sam?!

"Not voluntarily. We just had to get this event worked out."

"And did you?" He was still so serious. Nothing like what I was used to with Noah.

"Yes." My words were slow, still in disbelief at his attitude. "The event is on Saturday over in the valley. I'll be driving down there Saturday morning to make sure it gets set up."

"Well, I'm sure he'll meet you there."

I had about enough.

"Noah, what's your problem?" I was serious now, over whatever bullshit game it was he was playing.

"I don't have one." He paused. "Do you?"

Is he instigating an argument? "I didn't think so, but you're acting weird." I sighed. "I don't like it."

I heard him breathe, a sigh, maybe? "I'm sorry."

I didn't respond.

"I don't know, I just don't like that guy."

I sat up, pausing the television. "I know you don't. Neither do I. But why be rude to me over it?"

"Well, you spending so much time with him bothers me."

"...and?" I furrowed my brow, bewildered. "I can't help that we got put on this project together."

He snickered. "I mean..." He trailed off.

"What?" I dared him.

"You could have said no."

My jaw dropped. Was he for fucking real? "How do you figure? The President of the company I work for tells me to organize an event, and I just...what? Decline?"

"Pretty much."

I shook my head, absolutely flabbergasted. "Are you fucking joking?" My voice was raised.

"I asked you not to yell at me."

I swung my legs over the bed and began pacing. "Well, that's hard to do when you're acting like this."

"Like what?" His voice was so even, so calm. It was getting under my skin.

"Like a jealous boyfriend!"

He was silent for a minute. "Am I not?"

"Oh my fucking God, Noah! You have nothing to be jealous about!" I was now laughing, but not because it was funny, but because it was so ridiculous. "The guy is fucking putrid!"

"So I've heard." That evenness in his tone was going to kill me, or get him killed if I get my hands on him. I knew that bullshit. It was manipulative, which up until this point, I didn't think Noah was. He had never acted like this before.

"Noah, you don't fucking get it. He's the opposite of attractive. He reminds me of my ex." I had never admitted that before, to him or myself. I didn't think about him often.

"Right, yeah. The ex-boyfriend you never want to talk about. Got it." There was a slight inflection in his voice. Good. At least I know he isn't a robot.

He was just a fucking asshole.

My voice was calm now, still as standing fucking water. "That's correct."

"Leaves me with lots of questions, Mileena."

Who the fuck was this douchebag on the phone with me? What piece of garbage was I talking to? It wasn't Noah. Not my Noah.

"I'm hanging up." My hand was shaking now.

"Sure, yeah, ignore the problem." He was getting worked up. I couldn't tell if that was better or worse.

"No, I'm just not letting this go any further." I took a breath to keep voice even. "You should get some rest."

"No, c'mon, let's talk about it! You always want to know about me and my fucking skeletons in the closet! Where's yours? What's the big fucking secret? Why do I have to pull fucking teeth to get you to fucking talk about your ex? Or your drinking? Or anything fucking personal?!" He was full-blown screaming now, and I was frozen solid.

He wasn't wrong. I always avoided talking about Jeremy, at all God damn costs. He enabled my drinking, he set back my sobriety, and that was the mild stuff.

"Noah...please stop." My voice was cracking now.

"Whatever. So much for a trusting fucking relationship."

That was it. That broke the dam. That sent me spiraling.

"Are you fucking KIDDING me?! You call me, start a fucking fight, and then have the audacity to say I can't be trusted you fucking bastard?! Why? Because I don't want to talk about the asshole that drove me to drink because he was abusing me so badly?! Who slapped me around so much that only the alcohol made it bearable?! Back when I tried to kill myself, couldn't because I was so God damn drunk, and ended up going back to him because he convinced me no one else would ever love me?!"

I couldn't stop. He flipped the switch and you can't just undo that.

"Fuck you, Noah! Fuck you and your bullshit jealousy and trust issues!" Tears were streaming down my face, blurring my vision. Somewhere, I felt Angel's nose pressing into the side of my leg. "Now go the fuck to sleep before I tell you to go to hell instead!"

I ended the call, before he could respond. My shaky hands frantically turned my phone off before I could receive a text or a call back.

I had put my phone on vibrate all day Friday, spending the majority of the day in my bed sulking. I didn't want to talk to anyone; Laura, my Dad, most importantly, Noah. Anytime I thought about it, I started crying. I laid in bed, only getting up to let Angel out and get snacks from the kitchen. I laid in bed, watching comedy movies to try and relieve my mind.

It wasn't until I woke up Saturday morning that I finally read all of the missed texts.

The night of the fight:

Noah: Leena I'm such a fcking asshole. I'm sorry. Pleese call me back.

Noah: Babe I don't even know what got into m please.

Noah: Yourr phone is going straigt to voicemail. I guess you turned it off. I'm going to sleep now. I love you. Call me please?

Friday morning:

Noah: Is your phone back on?

Noah: Guess not.

Noah: Leena, please call me. I feel sick thinking about how dumb I was being. I promise I will never do that again. I swear. Please just respond to me.

Nick: Leena, Noah won't stop asking me to text you. Please call him.

Noah: I'm about to cancel the show tonight and fly home. Please Leena.

Noah: Nick said I can't cancel the show. Too short notice. Please call me. I need to hear your voice.

Friday evening:

Noah: Look, I've tried really hard to be patient but I'm starting to freak out. Babe, please. I was stupid. I will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever do anything like that again. I have no idea what got into me.

Noah: I'm going to quit texting now. I'm sorry. I can't tell you how sorry. Call me when you're ready. I love you so much, more than you'll ever know Leena. Always.

I sighed hard. I wasn't angry anymore, mostly just hurt. I really wanted Noah to be different, but after the way he was talking, it was hard to believe. Nothing made sense. In five months, he had not spoken like that to me at all. He was always so laid back, even about things that bothered him.

Something was wrong. Something was different.

Unfortunately, I didn't have time to ponder it, as I had to get ready to drive to Escondido and get this hellscape of a day over with.

I decided to send him a response, but not give too much.

Me: I love you too. We'll talk tonight. Have a good show.

All things considered, the vineyard was absolutely stunning. The event was exactly how we planned, music elegant but still upbeat. The food was high-class, Kline sparing no expense. People were swaying and mingling, their drinks from the open bar settling nicely into their systems.

I was stood on a hill just out of sight of the happenings down by the massive estate home, overlooking the winery. Vines upon vines of grapes grew, causing such an incredible landscape while the sun began to set over the hills. It soothed the ache in my soul.

I heard footsteps approaching behind me, and gauging the weight of them, I rolled my eyes, knowing my moment was spoiled.

"Too good for the party?" I sighed. Sam's voice was the same as always, condescending and arrogant.

I turned, my long, olive green dress twisting at the skirt. "Nope, just taking a breather."

"Is it hard? Being around people drinking?" For once, he didn't sound like he was being judgmental, and it caught me off guard.

I shook my head lightly. "No. Not really anymore."

He nodded, standing next to me with his hands in his pockets.

"Hell of a view."

I shrugged. "It is."

He nudged my shoulder, gesturing over to a stable to his left. "Want to go see the horses?"

I smirked. "I'm okay, thank you."

He narrowed his eyes at me playfully. "C'mon, girl. Everyone loves horses!"

I chuckled. I contemplated this for a moment. I do love horses, having ridden many when I was younger.

Sam began stalking toward the barn, waving me along. "Just for a minute. You'll love them!"

I rolled my eyes, but still, I stomped after him, my heels nearly sinking into the grass beneath me.

He pulled the door open, the familiar smell of hay and feed hitting me in the nostrils. It was a comforting smell, reminding me of the horses my Dad helped tend when I was a little girl.

He walked into one of the stalls. "This one," he pulled on a rein, a stunning black horse peering out of the stall. I was drawn, walking up to her and smiling. "is mine. Her name is Onyx."

Her large nose pressed into my hand. I ran a hand up her face, reveling in the feel of her silky fur.

"She's amazing." I was in awe.

"Yeah, she's a good girl. Rides like a champ." I nodded.

"I'll bet she does." I backed away from her, peering over at Sam.

"You want to see another?" I nodded, a soft smile on my face.

He waved me down the stable, opening a stall at the end. "Come on."

I didn't see a horse, but I stepped in front of the door, confused. Sam was gone, and the stall was empty. I took a step forward just beyond the door, puzzled.

"Sam?"

It was at that exact second, a hand clapped over my mouth from behind, and a large, thick arm came to snake around me around the waist, holding my arms down to my sides and pulling me in close.

Sam had me pinned, his body pressed against my back, as I began writhing and struggling beneath him. Oh no. No, no, no, no.

I struggled as hard as I could, working my arms around in an attempt to get free. I felt his breath on the side of my face, his voice low and hushed.

"Shh, hang on there, girl. Wouldn't want anyone to know we're in here." I screamed against his hand, forcing him to clamp down harder, giving the feeling that my jaw may break.

Please, fucking, please, no.

"You've been playing this 'hard to get' bullshit for so long. It was about time we finally made it happen, huh?"

His hand over my mouth slid down to my neck, squeezing so tight that my vision began turning fuzzy.

I choked hard, trying like hell to get words out. "S-Sam, please, d-don't."

He had turned us around, pushing me against the wall of the stable. His hand that wasn't holding my throat was roaming up my skirt, his giant palm under my dress and tugging at my underwear. I thrashed again, trying like hell to get an inch so I could slip out of his grasp. It was futile. He had me, I was trapped.

I felt his fingers slipping into the hem of my panties, sneaking underneath. His hands violated me, making hot tears pour out of my eyes. I squeezed them shut, trying to just focus on having enough air to stay conscious. If I pass out, it's over.

I ignored his hands on me, and focused. His feet. His feet were the only shot I had.

I shifted my weight onto my other leg, realizing his was immediately behind mine, using both legs to keep mine spread.

I lifted my foot, and with as much force as I could muster, I jammed my heel into top of his foot, causing him to jump back, his hands releasing me at once. Without hesitation, once my arms were free, I reached my elbow back, connecting it with his face. I felt something crunch beneath my arm, but I didn't care.

As soon as he was no longer on top of me, I ran. I booked straight out of the barn, my vision slowly returning.

I was running back toward the party, up the hill. That's when I stopped. My dress was ripped on the strap, my hair was tangled up, and my makeup had to be running down my face. I was a mess. I looked insane.

I had to get the hell out.

I began sprinting to the parking lot, passing several people on my way but not stopping. I ran to my car that, thankfully, I had left unlocked, keys in the visor. I turned the engine over and tore out of the parking lot.

I didn't care that I blew past multiple stop signs. I pulled onto the interstate and drove. I drove until I couldn't see the winery behind me. Until I could barely see at all because my eyes were watering so badly. My breathing was so sporadic. My hands were screaming with how tight I had been gripping the steering wheel.

I finally snapped out of my state, realizing I needed to stop.

I pulled off on the next exit, finding a rest stop just off the highway and pulled into the parking lot. I sat there, staring out of the windshield, tears streaming, trying to calm my breathing.

It took me a moment to realize I had stopped, and for my brain to begin functioning again.

I picked up my phone, opening it and ignoring texts and missed calls and going straight to my contacts.

I pressed 'Call' and waited for the line to pick up.

"Hey babes, what's up?" Laura's voice rang through the line.

"I need help."

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a-very-bored-blogger · 4 months

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loved.

pairing: johnny 'soap' mactavish x afab! reader

word count: 1.28k

genre: angst, hurt to comfort? insecurity speaking??

notes: this was supposed to be for secret Santa for @kitkatscabinet!! i love you so much and I am so goddamn sorry if this sounds so fucking rushed right now!!! ill update it soon because I do plan to make it longer!

You didn’t know what you had witnessed. Everything was crumbling apart. This was not how things were supposed to go. You never expected things to go this way, and yet it did.

You have been together with Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish for a couple of months now, and knowing how terrifyingly difficult his job is, you knew that you shouldn’t ask much regarding his work or what it is he does.

Yet every day spent with him forces a thought to linger around your head, making you question whether or not you’re good enough.

The thought swallows you whole.

“Love, you alright there?” his eyes averted to yours as he gently picked up your palm. He takes it, putting it against his cheek, leaning to the warmth of your palm. Your confused look immediately turned into one with a smile.

His cerulean blues looked back at you, an almost puppy-like smile staring down at you. Innocent as he is, his feelings are deep and real. You were his safe anchor, his escape from all this ratched madness whirling in his life. You can’t ruin his safe haven. You need to be perfect for this man.

So you gobbled up those thoughts and sealed them away in a box.

“I’m alright. Just some thoughts on my mind. Nothing to worry about.” You uttered, a slight gulp erupting to your throat. A fake smile still lingers on your face.

He moves closer, leaning against your body on the sofa. The soft, warm lights illuminated his features, his scruffy beard, his messy mohawk, and his shit-eating smile. God, he was fucking perfect.

Or so you thought.

September 4th- was your boyfriend’s birthday. You have organized a party just for him. A surprise and everything. You do know about his killer sweet tooth, so a chocolate cake with vanilla frosting was ordered from his favorite bakery. You invited his mates and some of yours to help you organize this beautiful celebration.

Everything was coming together so well.

The lights were off, and soft, sudden footsteps were heard from outside the door. You hid underneath the table before hearing a familiar jangle of keys.

“Surprise!” you all chanted in joy. The absolute shock in his face was shown as you slowly came up to him to welcome him in a tight embrace, capturing him in a tight-locked kiss. It was beautiful passionate, and everything stood still for a second. You could hear the chants and cheers of everyone else coming from the background, yet you both couldn’t care. Your love for each other was unstoppable.

Your boyfriend broke open the kiss. He smiles solemnly before chanting out. "Thanks, love. You're the fucking best, eh?" were what he said before being swooped over by a crowd wishing him a very amazing birthday.

You laughed and snickered. On your right hand was a glass of wine, swirling through the cusps of your fingers as you laughed along with your coworker.

Your brain got a bit fuzzy, having to excuse yourself to the bathroom after too many drinks. You gasped as you could not believe what you were seeing.

Behind the curtains of the living room was a silhouette of a figure with a mohawk, similar to your boyfriend’s, caught in a locked kiss with a long haired woman.. Your eyes couldn’t believe it. You rushed out, tears falling, puffy red cheeks and all. It was a horrid sight. You couldn’t take it any longer.

You ran back to your old flat, keys jangling, before jumping on to the couch, bawling your eyes out. Your suspicions were true. You weren’t good enough for him. He chose someone else- you are not what he wants. You knew that someone loved you for once- it all felt too good to be true.

You opened your phone, your eyes darting onto the small red text that writes out:

“10 missed calls from ‘Johnny <3’.”

You didn’t care anymore. All your feelings warbled into one as the only thing that came out were more tears. It was over between you two; it doesn’t matter anymore. He has made his choice- you weren’t good enough for him.

A few days passed, endless amounts of coffee cups stacking on top of each other on your kitchen sink. The circles beneath your eyes darkened. You have almost completely ignored your Whatsapp entirely, coming close to anger every time you see Johnny’s contact call or text you for what seems like the millionth time.

He wasn’t wrong though- you deserved nothing, after all right? You try to shove those thoughts out, tell yourself that he’s the jerk, he’s the asshole for betraying your trust, stabbing your heart and ripping it to shreds just like that. Your inner demons were eating you whole.

It felt like drowning once again. The feelings were about to arise once again, tears choking out of your eyes as they start to puff up for a thousandth time.

The doorbells rings. Once or twice, ringing constantly, until you hear a constant bang on the door. Then, you hear it.

“Open up, aye! Sweetheart come on, talk to me please!” a thick Scottish accent grumbled from out of your door.

Your mind raced back, remembering what he just did, and what he does deserve- a girl like that. Yet, your heart aches, wanting to just be with him.

Taking a deep breath, a few steps forward is what you take, before opening the door.

And there it was- your unofficial ex boyfriend- Johnny Mactavish, out in the flesh like you expected. He didn’t look good either, similar looking eyebags to yours, a stained white shirt and some old jeans, as well as some unkept hair.

You both weren’t in the best state- and it shows.

He looks up, and down to you realizing what a mess it is he has made.

“Tell me what it is I’ve done wrong.” Johnny states.

You were astounded. The logic isn’t making clicking in your head. He would’ve apologized by now if he did cheat on you, but instead he’s confused. He’s guilty, as told from his apparel, and he hauled his ass to come to see you- there’s something wrong.

You gulped. “Come in. “

His eyes scanned the room, seeing the stains on your carpet, the untidy blankets and the scattered items on the floor.

You sat down on the couch, motioning for him to sit as well.

“I saw you…kissing another woman…well a silhouette of you.” You uttered, directly.

His eyes widened, and his mouth quivered, a lost of words. Disbelief ran over his face as a whirlwind of emotions washes him through entirely.

"Love, that was my mother." He says plainly, holding out your hand, watching as guilt eats away your body.

He was certainly not expecting the hug you were attacking him with.

Tears ran over your face, as 'sorry's were repeated over and over again, as you hid yourself on the crook of his neck.

"Lovie, don't be sorry…I'm here now, that's what matters." He whispered, rubbing your back in circles with his palm, pushing you closer.

Breathing and sniffling, you took a deep breath before articulating your words.

"I…just thought you…were making out with someone, cause I thought I wasn't good enough for you…" you uttered softly.

Johnny sighs, closing his eyes before shaking his head.

He puts a palm on your cheek, caressing it slowly before kissing your head lovingly. "Don't ever say that. I date you because you're the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me. "

You wiped your tears before asking once again.

"Really?"

He nods.

"And I'll show you how much I fuckin' mean it." He utters, before dragging you back onto his lap.

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #x reader #cod fanfic #cod soap #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #soap cod #john soap mctavish x reader #hurt to comfort #im hurtin #comfort #romance #angst x reader #cod angst

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incorrectmarvelquotesss · 6 months

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— flufftober (day 5) —

Warnings: fluff, some injuries, a bit of angst

Prompt: Emergency, Confession, Adventure

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: idk, written on my phone, late submission

@flufftober || flufftober masterlist

Fuck.

Everything hurt. Your limbs were heavy, feeling sore even without moving a muscle from your position. The soft mattress seemed to be suffocating your bones and the silky smooth sheets pricked in your exposed skin like needles. The pillow you were resting your head against was digging into your skull and leaving a dull throbbing sensation there.

When you groaned and opened your eyes, the blinding white lights made you squeeze them shut again.

“She’s waking up, Buck,” Steve’s voice came from your right. His hand touched your skin and you gasped at the feeling of burning. He retracted his hand from you, a pained tone in his voice when he whispered, “Sorry.”

You merely grunted in response. Trying to open your eyes again, you caught the two shadows of the super-soldiers, but the lights were still too bright. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head each time you tried to look at them so you closed them again.

“Turn off the lights, Steve,” Bucky barked, a shadow falling over your lids when there was an audible click. “Better?”

You peeled open your eyes and looked at the bright blues that seemed to be overwhelmed with emotions. The emotions collided with each other and turned the calm skies into a stormy grey. The tiniest hint of a smile graced his bitten lips and his eyes flickered around your face once before catching your gaze.

You hummed. Even that little noise cracked and made your throat ache.

“Sergeant Barnes,” Dr. Cho’s voice came as the door opened and closed, light coming and going as she did so. “Captain Rogers. Why are the lights off? I thought I told you two that Y/N’s condition is being monitored well enough.”

She walked over to the bed that was currently causing more pain than comfort. Her heels clicked to a stop beside you.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” She asked, stepping closer to you and forcing Bucky to move back a step. When you glanced over her shoulder, you could see the concern through his scowl. Dr. Cho pressed a few buttons on the monitor, dimming the noise that had been hammering your head.

You opened your mouth to speak and a small squeak came out. You closed it immediately, blood rushing through your ears in embarrassment. You huffed out a breath and started speaking again, only to emit another squeaky sound. Bucky’s hand landed on your ankle, squeezing to get your attention, but you ignored him for now.

Why couldn’t I speak?

“Why can’t she speak?” Bucky voiced out for you, probably noticing the panic-stricken expression in your face.

Dr. Cho averted her eyes from you and Bucky, instead gazing upon Steve. Fairly enough so. Bucky seemed ready to cause a riot with his shoulder stiff, gaze deadly, and lips pressing together. You were the patient, the weak one and the one who was going to be treated like glass. Steve was the only one with a soft expression, easiest to look at and talk to to at the moment.

“The gunshot wound cut through some vocal parts,” she said, eyes trailing over to you for a split second. “None too major nor permanent. Speech might be difficult for a few weeks, but it’ll get easier after some speech therapy.”

“How long will the process take?” Steve asked in his authoritative voice. He was trying to keep it together, hiding it under layers of professionalism. It was his little mistake that ended up with a gunshot grazing your throat and a bomb activating. You didn’t blame him; neither of you saw the man’s hands move towards the button and the other man’s hand go to his gun.

“Anywhere from a few weeks to a few months. Based on her health and stubbornness—” she paused to give you a warm smile— “she’ll be talking again in just a couple of weeks.” Dr. Cho’s eyes darted to Bucky who had yet to say another word.

His eyes were cast down to his feet. His hand was still on your ankle, but its pressure had died down to a feather-like touch. He nodded curtly, eyes trailing up to meet Steve’s. Steve seemed to tense at whatever he saw in those blue eyes.

“Thank you, doctor.” Steve looked away from Bucky and gave Dr. Cho a smile. “When can she be discharged?”

“Tomorrow,” she replied, eyes glancing at you. “You can try to speak, but don’t overexert yourself doing so. The vocal cords that have been damaged are still repairing. If you put too much pressure on them they won’t heal.”

You nodded in response and she left the room, heels clicking in the hallway.

“Doll,” Bucky sighed out, giving you a squeeze on your ankle and then glaring at Steve. “This is your fault.”

“I know,” Steve agreed solemnly. You grabbed Steve’s hand and shook your head.

It’s not your fault.

You couldn’t say it to him, but you tried to convey it through. It seemed to work a little, though he might have believed it more if you could say it out loud. Steve stepped away and looked between you and Bucky.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” he mumbled, placing your hand down gently. “Bucky has something to tell you.”

Bucky glared at him.

Steve left with a smirk on his face and a wink directed at you. The room was still dark, but Bucky’s bright blue eyes seemed to glow in the dark. His concern and worry was still there and, being best friends for three years now, you knew his guilt was probably clawing at him. His shoulders were tense and his eyes averted from you every now and then.

You kicked his thigh lightly to get his attention.

Bucky? Talk to me.

“Yeah, I know, doll. Just—Just give me a sec. I need to—it’s not something I can just say, y’know?”

You shook your head.

I don’t know.

You pursed your lips.

Tell me.

“I can’t be just friends with you, Y/N,” he started. “It’s too much pretending and takes too much of my control. I can’t keep pretending that I don’t have feelings that are for more than friends. You make my heart hammer, doll. I can’t keep keeping control around those guys that touch you or look at you. You’re—You’re my everything right now, doll. Probably forever. You’re my everything forever. I love you.”

You extended your hand for him to grab. Once he placed his hand in yours, you squeezed. Once. Twice. And the third time.

I love you.

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The couple arrived back home in Wales early in the morning. Neither of them had gotten much sleep after Winifred had finally told Lawrence the truth about her family. He kept his promise not to utter a critical word but after hearing everything, he'd hardly spoken at all and she was too afraid to ask what his feelings were.

Just as Winifred had suspected, the death of Alice Bloomsburg had made the front pages all around Europe, making her mother the moment's fickle gossip and latest topic to speculate on. Part of her understood it, long lost Bloomsburg daughter found murdered in Whitechapel? It was a scandalous headline, even she could acknowledge that and well, if she had been a casual reader, she might be absorbed into the story as much as everyone else was.

But she wasn't a casual reader. This was her mother. Her mother who had taught her to trust women, to be herself no matter the cost, to support herself and stand on her own two feet. Her mother, found alone in an alley, murdered at the hands of a maniac.

The thought was too much to bear and Winifred could feel herself standing on the ledge of madness whenever her mind tried to draw its own pictures and fill in its own gaps trying to make sense of it all.

As they made their way into the heart of the crowd, she tried to keep her eyes averted while using Lawrence as her guide. But when he came to a jarring halt, she nearly tripped over her own feet. There, written in brilliant white chalk, was the truth in all its unforgiving letters.

Lawrence didn't say a word, only glaring down at the young paperboy. It was abhorrent to be out here selling someone's misfortune and for a split second, he imagined ripping up all of the remaining newspapers and knocking over the chalkboard. Anger bubbled beneath the surface, he could feel it under his skin, but he hadn't allowed that side of him to win in so long; he had sworn never to be like his own father.

When the young paperboy, Alberto Frank, mumbled, "are you buying one or not, Mister?", the boys voice snatched him out of his trance, bring him back to reality and Lawrence continued moving along as before, grateful to almost be home after such a tiring voyage.

As they rounded the corner away from the crowd, Lawrence let out an audible groan. Standing in front of them was another member of the Franky family, who fundamentally had a hold on their small press source there in Wales.

"Good morning, Baudelaires! Can I interest you in this morning's paper? It's a very interesting read!" Cooper Frank posed. He was the eldest of the Frank family, but a few years younger than Lawrence himself; they had spent a few years of primary school together but were never what one would call close.

Lawrence knew he meant well, that the kid was only trying to get by like everyone else, but at that instant, none of that mattered. They were predators always looking for their next meal and Lawrence had enough of being the prey. With the fatigue from their trip, and all he learned about his wife's life prior to marrying him, the fury he'd been trying to suppress finally simmered over.

"We're not interested! And you can tell your Father that he'd better stop printing these!" He demanded.

Cooper stood there bewildered with his mouth open, unsure how to respond. It was just a question, after all, however when Lawrence stepped towards him, they immediately began sizing each other up; puffing up their chests at one another while colorful language escaped both their mouths.

"And what if we don't?" Cooper challenged, planting his feet firmly on the ground as if already bracing himself for things to get physical.

Moving in even closer, Lawrence shouted, "then I'll make you!" as he began to coil a fist, jabbing a finger in Cooper's direction.

Winifred had never seen this side of Lawrence in all their years of marriage. All she could do was stand in blinking horror while the two men yelled back and forth. It was until she watched Cooper begin rolling up his sleeves further that she knew she had to do something.

"Stop! Please!" She cried out, putting herself between them. Whether it was the pregnancy hormones, or an accretion of every single awful feeling she'd had within the last two days, her eyes began welling with tears.

As soon as her words reached his ears, Lawrence's shoulders softened. He looked into her watery, blue eyes, catching his own reflection in them, and for only a flittering second, he could swear he saw caught a glimpse of his father's rage.

Both men began to back down, neither of them wanting to accidentally harm a pregnant woman, and really they didn't want to harm the other either. They ashamedly tucked their tails between their legs and apologized to Winifred, hoping to calm the waters before they went their separate ways.

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fanfiction--anon · 27 days

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Mine

Canon Vox drags himself to an empty room. There are several empty rooms in this place.

This one is just the one that has the least light in it. Vox needs the shadows right now. He doesn't want to be seen. He wants to disappear. He wants to be forgotten. He…wants to say sorry to Radio Guard Vox. What he said wasn't great at all. How could he do that? How could he suggest that his other self purposefully leave his Alastor to die, and say that he'd deserve it?

Vox curls up in the fetal position and puts himself into sleep mode. He lets his thoughts run free as he stays there waiting to snap back to reality or for someone to come and find him, whichever comes first.

He doesn't know how long he stays there, but his limbs start to lock up and the fuzziness in his head grows stronger. He closes his eyes. Thoughts of his other selves are crystal clear in his mind. He remembers the smiles they had, the adoration in their eyes, and the genuine care for their Alastors.

Those memories are nice. They're a good distraction. Distraction enough that Vox nearly misses how inside the room, the static starts to rise at an alarming rate. He doesn't notice at first but after several minutes something shifts.

The presence of it is obvious to anyone, even if they aren't attuned to radio waves.

The static in the room is enough that it messes with Vox's own signal. Another signal enters the room. It's a bright red, and forcefully knocks against his.

Something in the signal compels him to snap out of his trance.

Vox freezes as the radio waves surround him ominously. He opens his eyes and is greeted with a pair of red-tipped boots with gold accents. He follows the boots up to see a red and black uniform adorned with white and gold. Eventually, he reaches the figure's face.

Oh no.

Radio Guard Alastor stands in front of him, his smile wide. It is not a friendly smile. The sparse amount of light in the room manages to catch on his teeth and make them shine dangerously. The shadows in the room flit towards this Alastor as he observes Vox. He grips his microphone tight and taps it slowly against the palm of his other hand.

Vox flinches back as Radio Guard Alastor leans down to look him in the eye.

"What," he snarls, "did you say to my Vox?"

Radio Guard Vox looks around the break room.

All the other couples are busy talking with each other and mingling.

His gaze slides over to Canon Alastor, who sits near the corner, warily eying anyone who comes too close to him.

Vox wonders where his own Canon version is.

Since running off after attacking him, Vox hasn't heard from the other for hours now.

He spoke to his own Alastor after running away and crying his eyes out, sobbing about how much he hated his Canon and that he wished he could just shut off permanently sometimes. He didn't say anything about what Canon told him, feeling like it was important to keep it between himself and his other versions.

Alastor had said nothing during his breakdown, instead hugging him tightly in response before leaving him with the others and walking off to do something.

Vox hopes he isn't getting into any trouble. They really can't afford that right now.

He sighs and starts to stand up. He might as well get some food and try to talk to one of the others. He starts to approach Swap—

All of the Alastors freeze. They stop in the middle of talking, moving, doing whatever they're doing. All of them except for Canon Alastor, who simply freezes and averts his eyes from looking at any of them.

It's silent in the room.

The Alastors slowly turn their heads in one direction: the far wall. Simultaneously, they hold out an arm, as if to protect their partners. They all seem nervous. Almost like they sense something that will put them all in danger. The shadows in the room dance to and fro, and the oppressive feeling of static makes itself known.

Vox blinks. This…this isn't normal.

Something is wrong.

An eruption of static reaches everyone the next second, and all copies of Alastor move.

Vox gets tugged to the side by a stray tentacle just as the wall explodes.

Canon Vox has no time to scream as Radio Guard Alastor snags him by the collar and flings him through a wall.

Pain. All he can register is pain, and the feeling of something inside him snapping.

Other radio signals in the room tell him that he's ended up in the break room with the others.

He scrambles to haul himself into a kneeling position and looks up to see everyone else except his own Alastor looking at him with worry.

Another explosion rocks the area and sends everybody tripping to the ground. A cloud of dust rises, obscuring everything. Vox ducks his head to avoid the chance of his screen being hit.

It's quiet except for the noise of footsteps making their way towards the room.

Vox trembles.

No. No, please. I'm sorry.

Radio Guard Alastor emerges from the cloud of dust. His expression is slack, unsmiling, and utterly blank except for the rage in his eyes.

There is nothing but pure rage emanating from him.

His gaze lands on Canon Vox, who's pushing himself up with one arm. He doesn't see how Radio Guard's upper lip curls back as he snarls.

The other Alastors, sans Canon, follow his line of sight and blanch as they come to the same conclusion.

Radio Guard Alastor lunges forward towards Canon Vox, the air whistling behind him as he moves at full speed, and the other Alastors follow.

Swap reaches Vox first and teleports the both of them away a split second before Radio Guard appears where they were and slams a magic-enhanced fist into the ground, causing an earthquake and leaving a sizable crater.

Swap emerges from Radio Guard Vox's shadow, his arms tight around Canon Vox as they're flung out of the in-between and sent rolling on the ground. It seems this Alastor isn't as accustomed to quick shadow travel as his Alastor is. Swap Alastor pushes Canon Vox towards him with a look of desperation. “Keep him safe!” Swap Alastor pleads, before he turns back and rejoins the others.

Radio Guard Vox wastes no time and drags his Canon self behind an overturned table before peeking out to watch the fight against Radio Guard Alastor.

Secretly Married leaps forward to try and snag him in a chokehold but Radio Guard tilts his head and grabs his arm just as it flies past his ear and throws him over his shoulder. Secretly Married cries out as he's slammed down on the ground and the breath is knocked out of him. Dadstaticradio dashes in using his staff to try and bludgeon Radio Guard, who merely dodges backward with each swing. He barely even looks at the other.

Undeterred, Dadstaticradio manifests tentacles on the ground, hoping to trip up his opponent.

Radio Guard side steps each appendage and clamps his hands onto Dadstaticradio’s wrist as he flings him to the side, earning a cry of pain from the other. Swap moves in swiftly, trying to distract Radio Guard as Secretly Married leaps with his arms outstretched to grab his neck. Radio Guard dodges them both and flies up into the air before dropping down feet first towards the two of them. They rush out of the way, and Secretly Married springs away again as Radio Guard moves towards him, claws outstretched.

Secretly Married ducks and uses Radio Guard's momentum to grab his arm and fling him into the wall.

He goes down.

Canon Alastor appears on top of him first, grabbing his hair and slamming his face into the ground as he kneels on his back. Immediately, the other three Alastors rush to pin his limbs down before he can throw Canon off.

It's futile.

Radio Guard lets out a screech and flings them all off with one move.

The four Alastors hit the ground at various angles, and Radio Guard snaps his head around to glare at them as they cry out in pain. He takes one step towards Swap, who stares up at him fearfully, but a blast of bright blue electricity to his head makes him pause and turn to find who dared attack him.

Swap Vox is standing, gauntlets aimed at Radio Guard Alastor. He charges up another blast and glares at the alternate version of his boyfriend. “Step. Away. From him.”

Radio Guard Alastor visibly hesitates, obviously conflicted at the thought of attacking another Vox who isn't Canon. His split-second pause costs him.

Secretly Married and Dadstaticradio Vox take the chance to wrap cables and wires around him in quick succession and wrench him to his knees. Swap Vox fires another shot at Radio Guard Alastor again, hitting his head as Radio Guard yanks at the cables. Radio Guard Alastor bares his teeth furiously and covers himself with shadows before melting away.

It's quiet in the room.

The shadows twist and explode outward, pulling the Voxes in before throwing them back outwards towards their partners. The darkness convulses and forms a shape, but instead of Radio Guard standing there in his normal form, it's his demon form: a hulking figure, with skin being stretched over elongated limbs to the point of splitting open and revealing bones underneath. The glowing stitches that run over his body strain with the force of holding his flesh together. His eyes shine blood red as his pupils turn to radio dials and flick back and forth inside a white deer skull that replaces his head. His bones crack as his legs morph into proper deer legs, and his rack grows into a pair of antlers with sharpened tips. Shadowy tendrils curl around him like an old friend as he stands up to his full height. His lips curl back, revealing a set of sharp teeth.

The snarl that Radio Guard Alastor lets out has an undercurrent of broken radio noises and shrieking sirens.

He sets his sights on Canon Vox and charges.

Everybody moves in quick succession.

The other Alastors—except for Canon—shift too and try to hold him back.

The other Voxes loop wires around him and send thousands of amps of current.

It's all in vain.

Radio Guard Alastor shrugs off every attack like it's nothing. He ducks under every swing and tosses each new fighter off without breaking a sweat. He grabs each tentacle and cable trying to ensnare him and flings them all aside. Eventually, he knocks every last demon into the walls before he shrieks loudly and bats away the table hiding Canon Vox. He lunges and catches Canon with his antlers and throws him into the middle of the room, deftly avoiding hitting any part of Radio Guard Vox.

Radio Guard Alastor rushes towards his target.

Canon Alastor meets him in the middle with one last desperate attempt to hold him off. His claws against his Radio Guard's antlers as the two grapple for dominance. Canon summons a mass of tentacles that spring out from the ground as they capture the other deer's legs in a vice grip.

Radio Guard stares up at him, before his mouth curves into a smile. He laughs amusedly, “I'll be borrowing these, thanks.”

Canon Alastor's tentacles shake before they start to loosen from Radio Guard's legs and shoot towards Canon instead. They rip Canon away from Radio Guard and pin him against the wall, several feet off the ground. Canon Alastor cries out as they dig into his flesh and wrap around his throat. Canon Vox watches the scene with a heavy heart before slowly turning and looking up once again to meet the stare of a different Alastor with no reservations about mercy and only one goal in mind. Everybody else is too far away and too battered up to move quickly enough to help him.

He's done for.

Vox takes a deep breath and accepts his fate.

Radio Guard Alastor moves one step forward. Then another. And finally—

“Wait!” Radio Guard Vox rushes in between the two, shocking his Alastor out of his blind rage. “Alastor, wait! Please!”

Radio Guard Alastor snorts furiously, his gaze darting between the two Voxes.

“Alastor, I'm begging you. Don't kill him,” Radio Guard Vox pleads.

His Alastor rears his head back, confused. “Vox? You—”

“Alastor, please.”

Vox watches as his alternate self stares down the angry deer demon.

Things are still for a while, but then, slowly, Radio Guard Alastor starts the shift back to his normal form. He looks no worse for wear if one ignores his singed hair and ruffled clothes.

The static in the room recedes, and so do any stray tentacles. Canon Alastor drops to the ground, gasping for air.

Someone rushes to help him up.

Radio Guard Alastor shifts his gaze to Canon Vox.

“Please, Al, drop it,” Radio Guard Vox begs again.

Canon Vox flinches as Radio Guard Alastor looks away from him and says to his own Vox, “He hurt you. I can't let that slide.”

“I know, I know. He's an asshole. But I don't want you to be the final judgment for another world's version of me.”

Radio Guard Alastor hesitates. “Still…”

Canon Alastor takes that moment to step in. Despite the bruises decorating his neck and the blood dripping down his limbs, he remains his chipper self. “If I may? I'd like to be the one to deal with my Vox.”

Vox feels a flutter in his chest at his Alastor's words. He knows they don't mean anything coming from him, but he can't help it.

Radio Guard Alastor narrows his eyes and stares at his alternate with an indiscernible expression, looking for something.

Canon Alastor meets his glare head-on, though Vox notices how he tightens his grip on his microphone minutely. "I told you. This Vox is mine."

Radio Guard seems to find what he's looking for at that statement. He nods his head. “Alright. If that's what you want.” He then turns to face Canon Vox. “I’m not going to apologize to you. But I won't attack you anymore. Don't ever do what you did again. Remember that.”

Radio Guard Vox tugs on his arm and leads his Alastor away, shooting Canon Vox an apologetic look as they leave the room. The others gingerly pick themselves up and also exit the room to recuperate. Vox watches the couples hold on to each other and murmur words of concern and care as they leave. Finally, there is no one else left in the room except for him…and…

“Vox.”

Vox looks up at his Alastor, whose smile is wavering. He glances down and meets his gaze.

“Don't make me do that again,” Alastor says quietly, as he takes Vox’s hand and pulls him up. “I trust you know that you can't go around mouthing off to just anybody.”

Vox stares at both of their hands for a moment before looking up to meet his Alastor's gaze.

Alastor flashes him a sharp smile. “I don't like you, Vox. But I do know one thing: nobody else is allowed to do anything to you other than me. Do you know why?”

He chuckles and lifts their interlaced hands so they're in view.

Vox feels his heartbeat quicken.

“You're mine.”

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her-midas-touch · 4 months

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Moonlit Escapades (Part-2)

Not necessary but this post is part 1 if anyone wants to check it out :)

(In which the boys are out for a late night swim—tagging @loving-the-marauders yell your thoughts at me in my dms ahh <3 )

“Go on,” Sirius grins at him. “You first.”

“Me?” Remus ducks down panting, still breathless from their little run. “This was your idea,”

Sirius shrugs, tossing his shirt off while Remus gawks at him from where he stands, on the safer side of the boardwalk.

He’s pale and there’s the edge of a faint scar tracing down his back, which Remus can make out even from where he stands.

He follows the white scarred tissue, up his back to find Sirius looking back at him. Remus hastily averts his eyes. The other boy raises his eyebrows expectantly. Waiting.

So Remus unbuttons his own shirt, shivering slightly at the cold night air biting against his skin. It’s barely there, however, slowly being replaced by the thrum of steady excitement bubbling up in his stomach.

Sirius nods, satisfied.

Then he jumps. It’s followed by a splash and a triumphant sound.

Remus runs forward, laughing as Sirius breaks the surface, grinning victoriously. His long black hair floats around his shoulders like spilled ink.

Remus sits down at the ledge.

“Is it cold?”

Sirius shakes his head, even as he lets out an excited shiver. He edges closer.

“Your turn.”

Remus hesitates.

“Think I’m good,” He says, shivering as he lowers his feet into the lake. It is cold, in fact, delightfully so. "You go on,"

“Oh cmon,” Sirius pouts, nudging his knee. The contact sends shivers down his spine.

“Maybe in a bit,”

“You always need convincing,”

Sirius hoists himself upwards with alarming agility, so that his hands are planted on the wooden boardwalk, on either side of Remus, enclosing him.

Beads of water roll off his shoulders like pearls in the crack of the moon and Remus can’t remember if his tongue normally feels this heavy and slack in his mouth. Their noses would be brushing, he thinks dimly, if Sirius were to lean any closer.

Sirius smirks as if he can hear his thoughts and Remus finds his face heating up at the prospect, silently thankful that there’s no one to bear witness but the shy rays of the moonlight.

“What are you doing?” He whispers, entranced, when he manages to find his words. Sirius doesn’t answer

His gray eyes rake over him, leisurely yet deliberate, like everything else Sirius does before they meet Remus’s own brown ones with a devilish grin and he’s slipping back under.

It’s a second after, that Remus feels a tug on his ankle.

Then he’s falling, flailing limbs and a half formed sputter. He blinks, lungs screaming for a couple agonizing seconds, and something suspiciously slimy brushes against his arm before he breaks the surface. He hears shrieks of laughter next to him.

“Fuck you,” He coughs out, splashing water at Sirius, who has the nerve to look absolutely unashamed.

“Your welcome,” He sticks his tongue out. “How’s it feel to live for once?”

"I could’ve drowned, you prick,”

“Not with me” Sirius says confidently. “I wouldn’t have let you,”

“Idiot,”

“Says you,”

And because Remus is the mature one, he proceeds to flip him off.

Then he ducks back under the surface, fumbling in the cool darkness until he finds Sirius’s foot.

Then he tugs. Sirius is a little more prepared.

They lunge at each other in the shallow, murky water occasionally glimpsing the other through a dapple of moonlight.

They wrestle for a while—or try to, at least, slippery limbs and watery laughs, shivering in their boxers, nearly drowning each other several times in the process.

But it’s fun.

And Remus doesn’t regret it. Because he’s having fun and he’s with Sirius Black and his night tastes of salt and flat water, earthy and sweet and all too much like a freedom.

And the moon is beautiful.

Remus sneaks another glance at Sirius. The moon isn’t the only beautiful thing out today, after all.

And since it’s a fever dream of a night that’ll slip away with the coming of dawn, and since Sirius Black is a storm of a boy, annoying and loud and strange, with eyes like stars, and hair like an ebony waterfall and because Remus will most likely never see him again after camp, he allows himself to think it.

It’s a night for dangerous thoughts after all.

And Remus has never really been one to play it safe.

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justalonelyslytherin · 1 year

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Reunion - Ari Levinson

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female Reader

Summary: 5 years after a horrible break-up at the end of their college time, two former sweethearts that couldn't get over the loss and their 'one who got away' meet again at two friends' wedding. Memories resurface together with feelings that never stopped. Their biggest wish is to get back what they once had, but will they get it?

Warnings: feels, Ari and Reader are both heavily pining and still deeply hurt by the loss of their relationship, there is a lot of

Wordcount: 2.9k

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“Y/N?” A voice called out from behind her.

“Ari?” Surprise coated her voice, her heart beat faster the moment she laid eyes on the man standing just a couple of steps away from her. In one hand he held a glass of whiskey while his other was casually tucked into the pocket of his pants. He looked like a model, standing there in this impeccable and fitted suit and with his long hair loosely combed back.

“Hi.” A small smile graced his lips as he stepped closer to her. It made her heart flutter.

“Hi,” she mumbled back, simply glancing at him and taking in his handsome face as she was still too stunned to see him again. After so many years. When she had thought she’d never see him again. And now he stood there, right in front of her. Staring at each other in silence, two pairs of eyes took the other in, thoughts and memories swirling in their minds. It was her that snapped out of it first.

“Oh my god. How are you?” She tried to sound chipper and relaxed, not like the sight of him had sent a flurry of butterflies through her stomach and a lump to her throat. Ari shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

“Doing fine, and you?” She nodded at that, a pang in her stomach and a slight tremble in her throat prohibiting her from speaking. She had been doing fine, it wasn’t like that was a lie. Her life was fine, normal, and boring, like everyone else’s. But she wasn’t so sure if fine was what she wanted or if she could still call it fine now that she was confronted with him. Neither of them had been one to want a life that was just fine. They had wanted extraordinary lives, great lives.

“Fine too,” she told him, thinking she could be great if he were still in her life. They could have both been great. For a split second recognition flitted over his face before Ari hummed quietly and nodded rather passively. His gaze was unfocused, looking through her rather than at her. It made her nervous, made heat rise over the back of her neck in an uncomfortable way. She averted her eyes and glanced down at the glass in her hand for only a second and when she looked back at Ari, his gaze was focused again. Dazed but focused entirely on her. He broke out in a small chuckle, one hand rubbing over his jaw that was covered in a thick beard. She’d never known him without one but back in their time, but it had never been this thick or long.

“Wow, I didn’t think to see you again.” There was a strain in his voice, becoming more apparent towards the end of the sentence, that dropped a heavy rock into her belly.

“Yeah…,” she mumbled quietly, remembering the time in which they had been so happy together. But that was the past, a time long since gone. They’d had their chance and they’d missed it, thrown it away with too little care.

“Do you perhaps want to dance?” Ari asked her hopefully. The hope in his voice surprised her and as a result, she could only gape at him. He took her silence as a no, his entire body deflating as he did so. With a sigh, he nodded more to himself than to her over the rejection.

“I’d like that,” she told him as he was about to turn around. Ari’s head turned back to her, now he was the one to look surprised. The way she bit her bottom lip sent him straight back to college. It was the memory alone of such a simple gesture, really a tick of her, that felt like a punch in his stomach.

“Yeah?” He nearly didn’t believe her acceptance but when she smiled that timid yet soft smile and shyly nodded, happiness soared through Ari so strong he felt like he could take up anyone in the world.

Quickly he placed his half-empty glass on the table and held a hand out to her. Her hand was much smaller in his but still as soft as he remembered. As he led her up to the dancefloor a slow song started to play. It made his heart rate pick up, the change of the previously upbeat music a sign to him.

Mostly they danced in silence, not really looking at each other. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his on her waist they both glanced over the other’s shoulder, aimlessly looking at a point but not actually focusing on anything around them. Both were too lost in memories of a time in which they belonged to the other. Where a world without each other had seemed impossible.

There had been a time in their college days when they’d been so close. It had been a time of dreamy haze, straight out of a romance story. The last time they’d danced together had been at a college ball, months before their graduation and only weeks before their perfect dream had shattered into a million pieces. Back then there had been only them, it had been the only thing that mattered. And when they had come back later that night from the event to Ari’s dorm, they hadn’t been able to picture a future without the other in it. She’d imagined graduating together and taking on the adventure that was adult life while she’d laid in his bed, clad only in a hoodie of his. Ari had imagined making her his wife and growing old together as he had joined her.

It still pained her endlessly how things had ended. Yet she couldn’t even remember how it ended anymore, just how bad and painful it had been. For both of them. It had ripped them apart, shattered their entire beings deeply. What had crushed her then had laid dormant for years. The pain had lessened, it had subsided to a dull throbbing but never entirely vanishing. It had changed her forever but never left her entirely.

When the song ended she was too caught up in the pain their separation had caused her and the memories of a better time she so longed for. It felt like it was crushing her all over again. Doing the only thing she could think of at this moment, she pulled away from him, slipping out of Ari’s grip without looking back. His voice called out to her, his hands reaching to keep her and pull her back against him. However, she wormed her way out of it, bringing distance between him she so desperately thought she needed. Why her heart bled even more at it she couldn’t understand.

Her flight led her to the small balcony at the other side of the hall, the setting sun illuminated everything in a golden yellow as the air rapidly cooled outside. The feeling of the rough stone railing under her hands helped ground her as she took in greedy, gulping breaths. Shivers ran down her spine while her heart throbbed painfully against her chest, threatening to shatter under the weight of it all. She’d barely been outside when,

“Sweetheart.” Her head whipped around as she heard Ari’s timid voice. There he stood at the other side of the balcony. He eyed her with hurt and sadness, one hand halfway extended to reach for her.

“I’m sorry,” she told him and turned away once more, not wanting for him to witness the tears that coated her eyes. “It just reminded me too much of…”

“Me too,” he admitted to her, the unfinished sentence still hanging between them. Ari’s shoes crunched on the stone as he stepped up to her. A sharp gasp left her as she felt him at her back. His hands landed on her arms, softly rubbing over the exposed skin. His nose nuzzled at the back of her head, softly rubbing against her hairdo.

“I miss you.” His confession tipped her world upside down. Another gasp left her lips as the ground was pulled beneath her feet. “I long for you.” The way his breath brushed her ear made goosebumps appear all over her skin. “For your presence, your smile, the sound of your cheerful humming in the morning and the way you laugh to yourself when you find something funny, the feel of your body beside mine every night when lying in bed. There hasn’t been a day in which I didn’t wish to wake up beside you once more. To be able to wrap my arms around you.

I didn’t deserve you then but my god, you were the best thing to ever happen to me. You were what made me happy. The biggest fucking treasure of my life. I realized it too late, only when I had already lost you.” His voice was deep, rumbling with a sadness that struck her deeply and a hint of anger directed at himself. The most prominent although was the longing in it. The same bone-deep, chilling longing that encompassed her, had settled in every cell of her body.

Shaking her head to clear her frazzled mind, her breath hitched in her throat. “That’s not true,” she told him. “You were my everything.” It was too hard to keep her eyes open. She needed to close them and take a deep breath. This situation, this moment, was so painful it was almost comical to her. It reminded her a lot of the pain she felt immediately after their separation. Back then however no laugh bubbled up in her throat.

Ari tensed behind her as giggles spilled from her colored lips. She could only shake her head as the giggles turned into a mixture of hiccups and laughter. “No…,” she mumbled, “No! I’m sorry. That’s not funny at all. I don’t know why I’m laughing,” she told him. “It’s just so painfully cruel. All of it. I can’t even remember why we ended it. I can’t remember it! And yet I regret it and wish for it to have never happened.” Towards the end, her giggles had died down, yet her shoulders wouldn’t still. Now they were shaking with the indication of tears as her lips trembled and her eyes became glossy.

Careful hands turned her around until she came face to face with him again. Ari felt a pang in his chest when he noticed the tears glistening in the corner of her eyes, not that there wasn’t also a distinct glimmer in his eyes as well.

“You think you could ever give me a second chance?

Because sweetheart I promise you. I’ll make you the happiest person in the universe. You’ll never want or long for anything ever again. I won’t make the same mistake twice. You are my everything, the sun that my universe revolves around. The air that fills my lungs and keeps me alive.”

Ari looked hopefully at her, while she eyed him with big and surprised eyes. She could feel herself nod before she could even form an appropriate answer. “Yes. I’d give you a thousand second chances.”

“I always knew these two were idiots. From the moment they met for the first time in college. It’s as if their love for one another sucked all of the intelligence right out of them.”

Laughter filled the decorated and lively hall as Rachel stood in the middle of the spotlight, a microphone in one hand and a drink to toast in her other.

“There has never been a pair that fit more perfectly together than the two of them. They were meant to be, even if they couldn’t see it at first.” Fondly she smiled at her two friends, sitting at the long table, their hands clasped together on the table as they watched her. Both of them were radiating with happiness.

“Really, when they broke up I could have killed them. I nearly did. Sammy had to hold me off from performing double homicide. I’m glad he did, for had he not these two beautiful souls would have never found back together. And if they hadn’t we wouldn’t be here today to celebrate their union.”

Ari and Y/N glanced at each other, the hall around them - the world really - disappearing until it was only them. Bride and groom. Dressed in the finest dress and suit. They had only eyes for each other. Her heart fluttered, both from the excitement of being able to call Ari her husband now and the way he looked at her. With so much love and warmth. He truly meant it, when he promised to make her the happiest person in the world. He was ready to put the world before her feat if she only so much as thought about it. Ari leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her crown before his lips pressed onto hers.

“Sam and I by the way are taking the credit for this. Since it was at our wedding that they found back together.” Once more laughter erupted through the hall. As Ari and she pulled back from their sweet kiss, they too laughed.

Walking into the house the first thing Ari noticed was how quiet it was. As he shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the coat peck he strained his ears to listen into the house. That’s when he picked up the faint sound of music coming from the living room.

When he crossed through the hallway, he stopped for a moment in front of the wall. It was crammed full of picture frames of various sizes. The memories of their lives were captured there, displaying a life full of fun and adventure. There was a picture of them snorkeling in a coral reef, right next to them hiking in a rainforest. In the right corner, he spied one picture of them bundled up in thick clothing, skis on their feet, and faces hidden beneath thick goggles, hats, and scarves.

He could have spent hours standing in front of the wall and looking at each picture while he remembered the things they’d experienced together. Often enough he found himself standing there. But for now, he had a more important mission. Finding his wife. So he continued towards the living room where he spied her sitting on the couch. There was a photo album before her. He walked up to her, choosing to sit down, and peered at the photos on the opened page.

“What are you looking at?” He asked her, gently pulling her back against him. She willingly went, using his side to lean against.

“The pictures from our time in College.”

Ari rumbled softly beside her and pulled the book towards them so they could continue to look through the pictures. Looking at the pictures containing all the memories from their time together in college still stirred up mixed emotions in him. It was a time of great happiness, yet there was still a numb pang when he thought about how it had ended. What had once been the end of their time together was now a dark time of an ugly break in between. In a sense he had become thankful for that time, he recognized that it had to have happened for them to end up where they were now. They were meant to fall apart so they could later fall back together.

With another hum, he pressed a kiss to her head as his hands trailed over her sides. His fingers glided over the soft fabric of her sweater, ultimately landing on her hips.

“Don’t put your cold hands under my shirt,” She warned him lightheartedly, making Ari laugh.

“I won’t,” he promised her. His hands remained on top of her sweater and on her hips, gently kneading her sides and working his way towards the middle of her back as he knew she was currently plagued with pain in her lower back. He felt her sigh contently and lean against in further.

Gradually she nestled against his chest as they continued to look at the pictures together and Ari leaned his chin on top of her head. At some point, he stopped his ministrations on her sides and snaked his arms around her. His hands wandered towards her belly, softly cupping her swollen middle and rubbing small circles over the rather large bump. She tried to hide her smile from him, but he had keen eyes and spotted it nonetheless. The grin on his lips grew only larger from it.

“Lean back entirely,” he told her, sensing that she wanted to but kept some of her weight still off him. “Come on sweetheart, I’m your pillar.” With that, she closed her eyes and sank further against him. Ari shifted slightly, directing her until her back lay against his chest as his hands continued to roam her cute baby bump. It made him preen quietly, pressing kisses against her temple.

#sly's 300 #flufftober2022 #the red sea diving resort #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson fluff

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qwerty-between-the-lines · 7 months

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Camp Half-Blood Spin the Bottle

Nico: What's taking Valdez with the evening entertainment?

Leo: Here we are! One genuine, certified, Barq's root beer bottle.

Chiron: Leo, when I said we could do whatever you guys wanted, I meant within reason.

Leo: Relax Chiron. It isn't like Spin the Bottle leads to anything too intense.

Hazel: What's 'spin the bottle'?

Nico: (leans in close to Hazel) Typical Leo. That's what.

Jason: Spin the bottle is this game where you... well... spin a bottle, and the person it lands on is the one you have to kiss.

Hazel: Really? I don't know how I feel about...

Frank: Aw, come on babe. It's just fun.

Percy: Well, as there are couples participating in this game, I might as well get this out in the open. There's to be no jealousy over who kisses who.

(Percy looks meaningfully at Annabeth)

Annabeth: What Seaweed Brain? I know the rules of the game! I won't get jealous... geez.

Piper: I think this'll be interesting. I'm in!

Will: Alright, who starts?

Leo: I brought the bottle, so I'll start.

Chiron: ...and that's my que. Don't do anything too overboard! Do we understand each other, Leo?

Leo: Yeah, yeah! Nothing too overboard. I swear...

Frank: Well, that's a promise you can count on.

Leo: Are you trying to drive at something Zhang?

Frank: Oh no! Don't mind me.

Leo: Then without further ado...

Leo: (spins bottle)

Hazel:

Hazel: (gulps) Me?

Frank: Come on Leo. Let her spin again if she wants to.

Hazel: No! I can do this. Really, it's fine.

Hazel and Leo looked at one another for a long moment. Leo's expression was curious. Not surprisingly, Hazel looked vulnerable.

Hazel studied Leo for several moments. Her eyes shifted to his lips, then back up to his eyes.

Hazel's eyelids fluttered half closed and she moved in. Leo met her, capturing her lips with his own.

Jason: *whistles

Piper: (smacks Jason) Jason!

Leo pulled back from Hazel's lips and shot Jason a nasty glare.

Hazel exchanged an apologetic look with Frank, who tried his best to play it casual.

Frank: (whispering to Hazel) I promise, it's ok. Not a big deal.

Hazel: Well, that makes it my turn. I just spin the bottle, right?

The bottle landed on Annabeth. Hazel and Annabeth exchanged awkward looks.

Annabeth figured this game must be really borderline taboo for Hazel, so she did her best to minimize any awkwardness.

Annabeth: It'll be fine, Hazel. Just a little peck.

Hazel: Alright...

Hazel and Annabeth quickly pecked each other's lips and quickly pulled away.

Leo: Aw, come on! That's not kissing!

Annabeth: Is so. You never said how long we have to kiss.

Leo: (raising hand) Fine. All in favor of a standard time limit?

Frank shrugged and raised his hand. Jason grinned and mirrored Frank's movement.

Annabeth figured that if Jason would do it, Percy would do it.

Sure enough, Percy exchanged a playful look with Jason before his hand shot up.

Will raised his hand with a curious expression, which caused Nico to sigh with resignation before doing the same.

Annabeth: (eyeroll) It figures. Men!

Hazel: (rolls eyes) Tell me about it...

Leo: (smirking) Twenty second rule! I believe it's your spin, Annie Bell.

Annabeth: Don't push it Valdez!

Annabeth: (spins bottle)

Annabeth's eyes got big as ping pong balls when she saw where the bottle landed.

Nico blushed and averted his gaze awkwardly, clearing his throat.

Will: You'll be alright, Nico.

Nico: Oh, uh... of course I will!

Percy: (looks at wristwatch) I'll keep the time. Just so Valdez doesn't pull anything.

Nico moved towards Annabeth sheepishly. Annabeth couldn't help thinking that Nico was cute when he was flustered.

Annabeth: Aw, come 'ere Nico!

She pulled him close and pressed her lips into his. Nico managed to hold her lips, but that was pretty much all.

Percy: ...and twenty!

Surprisingly, Nico didn't jerk away. He guided the kiss to a proper conclusion. He and Annabeth slowly separated.

Annabeth smiled at him, and Nico blushed about three shades of scarlet before taking the bottle.

Annabeth knew it wouldn't be nice to press Nico, so she went back to Percy quietly.

Nico inhaled for courage and spun the bottle, praying silently to Hades that it would land on Will.

Nico: (thinking) 'Come on dad. If you've ever been pleased with anything I did. Please!'

The bottle stopped on Will and Nico sighed with relief. He and Will practically ran into each other as their lips collided.

Nico kissed Will for all he was worth. Conveying everything he felt into their meeting.

Percy: Twenty!

Nico pulled back from Will and handed him the bottle, a little smile playing at his lips.

Will pulled Nico close again and gave him a quick peck for good measure before letting the bottle spin.

The bottle stopped on Jason, who bit at his lip awkwardly.

Will: You cool with this Grace?

Jason: (managing to sound confident) Oh, I'll manage.

That was Jason. Always having to seem the courageous one and take initiative.

To prove his point, Jason made the first move and captured Will's lips with surprising gusto. Will was so surprised by Jason's initiative that he almost lost his breath.

It was mostly waiting out the clock after that. Jason and Will's lips remained pressed together until Percy called time.

Will: (pulling back) He's quite the kisser, Piper!

Piper: Oh, I know.

Jason took the bottle from Will and spun it a good spin that took several moments to wind down.

Finally, the bottle skidded to halt, pointing straight at Leo.

Leo cracked a playful smile. He was determined to play it cool, and not give Jason the satisfaction of being the only casual-acting one.

He eyed Jason down as though issuing a challenge. Jason returned the look with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Leo: I'm giving you a real kiss, Grace. Just a heads up!

Jason: Well, what are you waiting for, Valdez? Bring it!

Leo placed his hand on the back of Jason's neck and pulled him in, connecting their lips roughly.

Leo tugged at Jason's bottom lip gently with his upper, teasing the son of Jupiter into returning his movements.

Soon their lips were dancing to the beat of Leo's drum. Jason found his fingers playfully dancing up Leo's shoulder.

Percy: and... time!

Leo pulled back slowly. His eyes sparkling with playful mischief. Jason smirked.

Jason: You're not bad, Valdez.

Frank: Okay, I think we've had enough. Besides, I don't think any of us are going to beat that last kiss.

Piper: Yeah, that was quite the kiss - Jason!

Jason: It was just a kiss, Pipes. That's all. You know I like kissing.

Leo: Just a kiss. Yeah, sure...

Nico: Don't be annoying, Leo.

#short story #text post #fanfiction #kissing #kiss #spin the bottle #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #annabeth chase #demigods #will solace #nico di angelo #piper mclean #jason grace #leo valdez #frank zhang #hazel lavesque

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roostersmustache · 19 days

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Songs of Silence, Two

Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character

Author's Note: Here's part two! Finally! Lemme know what you think!

Synopsis: Ingrid finally starts to accept that she doesn't want to marry Thor, and the thought process nearly drives her mad. Its even worse because she can't communicate with him, and whoever took her voice from her is still out there.

or:

Ingrid still can't speak but Loki sure can get into her head.

Warnings: None of this is accurate, Swearing, adult themes, angst, possible MCU spoilers, possible Loki spoilers.

Word Count: 4.8k

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Ingrid had been on edge all day long.

She had plans to accompany Thor to his mandatory training today, and normally, she enjoyed watching the prince’s spar with each other. But today, the air between her, Thor, and Loki was thick. Ingrid had no desire to look at Thor after he had thrown insults her way the day prior, and she couldn’t look at Loki because her face would get hot.

But that didn’t stop him from being inside of her head.

The prince had successfully, for the second day in a row, weaseled his way into Ingrid’s mind. Sometimes she didn’t know he was there until she started thinking about the conversation they had had in their minds yesterday, and he’d pop back in to add some of his own commentary. It was driving her insane, and of course he knew that, but no matter how many times she telepathically told him to stop, he’d just throw a wink at her.

When Thor came to collect her, he knocked on her door. She opened it, revealing Thor in the front, and Loki behind him. Her eyes quickly met Thor’s and then darted over to Loki, who on eye contact, gave her a smile that had her shuffling nervously where she was standing. She had decided at the last minute that going to the training would be too much with Loki there, so she hadn’t put her dressing gown on. She needed a break from his voice in her head.

“Darling,” Thor started, quizzically looking at her state of dress. “Why are you not dressed?”

She huffed, not knowing how to reply without her voice, and just shook her head at her fiance.

“What do you mean, dear?” Thor asked. “I don’t understand.”

God she wished Thor was the one that could communicate telepathically with her, and not his cunning, sexy, and up-to-no-good brother. She just sighed at the prince and shook her head again.

Thor looked back to Loki, who had leaned up against the wall, looking at something other than the couple trying to communicate. Thor tapped his brother's arm, and Loki coolly averted his gaze back to Thor, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You’re good at magic, brother, have you any idea what my bride seems to be trying to say?”

Ingrid’s eyes went wide, and she desperately wished she could tell Thor she didn’t need Loki’s help talking to him, but she couldn’t. She turned her gaze to Loki and narrowed her eyes at him. A warning.

“Just tell him I don’t want to go,” She said to him.

Loki smirked back at her, turning now to face her. She felt small under his sharp gaze, and she wished for nothing more than to just close her door and curl up under her sheets.

“But why don’t you want to go?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“I don’t feel well,” She said back, her glare deepening.

She hoped he couldn’t see any of the images playing inside of her mind, the image of him kissing her forehead the night before had been a constant reply in her mind. Shamefully she was disappointed he hadn’t actually kissed her. When she thought about that upon waking up this morning she had slapped her wrist. Crushing on Loki was one thing but cheating on Thor with his mischievous brother would be seen as an act of treason.

“That it would,” he said, confirming that he had just heard that entire thought she had. “But wouldn’t it be such fun to sneak around?”

“Loki,” She warned, he gave her a smooth smile. “Just tell Thor I’m not going.”

“But that would be entertaining, darling,” he drawled. “Reading your every thought while sparring against my brother. Him completely oblivious to the fact that his bride wants me instead.”

She let out a puff of air at his words, heat rising to her cheeks. She couldn’t deny it, and she didn’t want to deny it either. But Ingrid was scared. She had been by Thor’s side her entire life, and while she had always had a stronger draw to Loki, Thor was safe. Loki was off limits. Yet that seemed to excite her more. She couldn’t deny that the prince elicited a fire within her she had never felt before, and the pure fact that he felt the same way as she did only ignited the flame.

She heard him laugh in her head.

“Get out of my head, Loki,” she said, having a hard time forming the words in her brain with her muddled thoughts. “And just tell him I don’t want to go.”

“You’re no fun,” he teased.

Ingrid watched with battered breaths as Loki turned to his brother who had been suspiciously eyeing them both during their telepathic conversation. Ingrid knew Loki wouldn’t reveal the true nature of their conversation, but she also knew that he was the God of Mischief. She just hoped he’d tell the truth rather than twist it.

“She doesn’t wish to go, brother,” Loki said, leaning back up against the wall and giving Thor a feigned sad glace.

“What?” Thor asked, giving Ingrid a confused look. “Darling, the people are expecting you to make an appearance there today.”

“She doesn’t feel well,” Loki confirmed, his gaze back on nothing.

“Are you alright?” Thor asked, his confusion melting into concern. “Do I need to send a healer?”

She shook her head at him and crossed her arms over her chest. She was happy to see him believe her, and she was surprised Loki had told the truth and not caused anything further. For that she was grateful.

“I could stay and keep an eye on her, brother. I have a vast knowledge of medicine, she’d be in good hands.”

Or not.

“No,” Ingrid said to him.

“But the people probably want to see both of their princes, I think we should just send a healer.”

“I’m the only one who can communicate with her, and besides, they don’t care to see me. This training is for the people to see how well their king performs on the battlefield, as if they don’t already know,” Loki said, lightly bumping his brother's arm.

“He’s right,” Thor said, looking at Ingrid. Her eyes pleaded with him. “I want to make sure you’re alright, and despite his title, I trust my brother with you. It would bring me much comfort to have him here with you.”

Ingrid just sighed in response, her shoulders deflating. Loki was stressing her out, and the last thing she needed was to be alone with him for god knows how long. Their training usually lasted a couple of hours, so she was nervous about being in such close proximity with the god for a while. She couldn’t stop the part of her that was excited, though, because that part of her was very much there. She was scared to give into him, but god did she want to. She had spent years dreaming about those lips of his and what they felt like, the way his Asgardian leather hugged his form, and the smooth silk of his voice in her ear.

“Don’t worry, princess,” Loki started, waltzing past her and into her bedroom. “You're in good hands.”

“Come get me if she gets worse,” Thor said to Loki. Before he headed out, he leaned down and cupped Ingrid’s cheeks, looking into her eyes. “We’ll get your voice back, my love. In the meantime, feel better and don’t hesitate to hit my brother if he bothers you.”

Thor said goodbye to her by reaching down and kissing her firmly on her lips. He squeezed her hand and nodded at Loki as he left, leaving Ingrid standing in her doorway, frozen in her spot. She was tempted to turn around and go into her room with the door wide open, but she couldn’t stand to leave her door open. She didn’t like everyone looking into her room when they passed by.

Quietly, she turned and walked back into her bedroom, softly closing the door behind her. She noticed Loki lounging on her bed out of her peripheral and she internally debated on where to place herself. She still wanted to curl up into her sheets, but with Loki on her bed, that option was out the window. But she also didn’t know where else to sit. She settled on standing in the corner, facing him, with her arms tightly folded in front of her.

“You look upset,” Loki said, breaking the silence between the two.

Ingrid cast him a glare, trying her best to seem irritated by his presence. But she couldn’t be irritated. She was really fighting with herself on what to do. A very large part of her wanted to crawl over to him and pounce on him. But she couldn’t do that, so she decided to stay firmly in the corner.

“Why did you insist on being here?” She asked him.

“Because I like to watch you squirm, baby. It’s thrilling,” he shrugged, his eyes gleaming with trouble.

His words sent a chill straight down her spine, and she had to shift in her spot to hold her composure. Baby was a pet name she adored. Thor never called her that. But there are lots of things that Ingrid has no experience in. Being called ‘baby' was one of those things. She had never been with anyone outside of Thor, but the stories she overheard from the palace were stories that made her face heat up. She wanted that excitement, and Thor couldn’t give her that.

Growing up, people had kept a watchful eye on Ingrid. She was beautiful, astoundingly so, but everyone knew she was to marry Thor. She was never allowed to flirt with anyone else, or get involved with anyone else, and that was made evidently clear anytime Odin caught her looking at someone else for too long. But Thor was able to get with anyone in the nine realms that he wanted to get with. She would often go to fetch her prince only to be met with unpleasant noises emerging from his bedroom, evident that another woman was there.

Once the two of them became old enough to start taking their betrothal seriously, Thor stopped seeing random women. Instead, he focused all of his attention onto Ingrid, and he ended up falling in love with her. Ingrid had never fallen in love with Thor. He just wasn’t a match for her. But she tried so hard to fall for him. She would kiss him, she would cuddle with him, she would have sex with him, yet none of those things quenched the desire in her heart. And now, with their wedding fresh on the horizon, it all seemed to hit her at once that she couldn’t marry Thor. She just didn’t know how to get out of that situation.

“What thoughts you have in that mind of yours, darling,” Loki said, standing from her bed and walking towards her. “You should just tell my brother he’s not what a beautiful lady such as yourself needs. You need someone that excites you, someone that keeps you on your toes. Isn’t that right?”

Loki was now standing directly in front of her, and her breathing had become shallow. She struggled to maintain eye contact with him, and this alone had the god smirking above her, a hand coming down to rest on her waist and tug her to him. She gasped.

“I asked you a question, Ingrid,” Loki drawled, his hand that wasn’t on her hip coming up to trace over her cheek.

“What are you doing?” She asked. She felt completely breathless.

“I’m asking you a question,” he replied, seeming unfazed by their position.

“This is wrong,” she panicked, her head whipping around to make sure no one could see them, even though her door was completely shut.

She felt Loki pinch her chin, tugging her to look at him again.

“But it's what we both want,” he said, dragging his thumb over her lip. He could feel the air leave her lungs. “A princess as pretty as you deserves to get what she wants.”

Ingrid could’ve melted at his words, and if it wasn’t for his hand tightly around her waist, she thinks she would have. She shouldn't let herself get lost in his ways so easily, but she couldn't help it. Not when his eyes were glimmering down at her and his hands were tightly clasped around her.

"Am I wrong?" He asked, letting her go, watching her stumble to catch her balance. "Do you not want this?" He smirked at her, awaiting for her confirmation.

Ingrid's eyes pleaded with him, the loss of his touch affecting her more than it should. Being held by him had been a sensation she hadn't known she'd needed, but here, now, without his touch she felt a longing she had never felt before.

She sauntered back up to him, his hands clasped behind his back, and she gently placed her hands on his shoulders. She was nervous, the God intimidated her. And she knew what he was capable of, she knew he loved a power trip. She'd heard of his reputation plenty of times before from palace staff. She knew he was good in bed.

She lightly shook his shoulders, tenderly sliding her hands down his arms. Her breath caught when he removed his hands from behind his back and moved them to her arms, pushing her backwards. The two held eye contact with each other as he walked her backwards, a gasp emitting from her when her back met the wall. He slid her arms up above her head, holding her there while he leaned into her.

"You're sure you don't want this, love?" He asked, his breath fanning her lips.

"I'm scared," she said, her mind racing.

"Of what?" He asked. "Of Thor being upset? He doesn't satisfy you, darling. He can have any maiden in the nine realms. Sure, he might be heartbroken, but he'll be alright."

"But what if we get executed?"

"We won't, Ingrid," he soothed. "We keep it secret for a bit, then we go to Thor, and then Thor goes to Odin. Thor is the key to getting you out of marriage."

"He would never agree to that," Ingrid said, her eyes sorrowful.

Loki sighed in frustration. "I want you, Ingrid. I want to give you the things that you deserve. The things you crave. My brother cannot give you that. Even if a secret, will you please allow me that?"

Ingrid huffed out a cry at his admission. She wanted him too. But Thor would be so angry if he found out, and Odin would probably have her and Loki executed. But Loki was the God of Mischief. If anyone could lie and keep a secret, it would be him.

"Okay," she said.

At her approval, Loki sealed their lips together. Their first kiss was soft and short, a test of the waters. Loki pulled back and eyed her, asking for permission to keep going. He let her arms go, and they quickly found their way into his hair, nodding at him as she pulled him closer. His hands found her waist again, and he pulled her taught against him.

Their lips danced together; a hungry, sinful, passionate dance. Teeth clashed together, lips were wet with hunger, and they moaned into each others mouths as they explored. Loki had coaxed her mouth open, allowing his tongue to explore, and she moaned out to him, pulling harder at his hair.

Loki was the first person other than Thor that Ingrid had kissed. The feeling she got from Loki's menstruations was electric. She had never felt so euphoric from a kiss, and the more they kept going, the more she wanted. She was engulfed in him; his mouth on hers, his hands on her waist, pulling her close, and his hair between her fingers. She was on fire, and she never wanted to stop.

Loki spun her around and started walking her backwards, her legs hitting her bed before she fell backwards. She scooted up the bed, resting on her elbows, as Loki climbed over her, leaning down to connect their lips once more. He leaned her back to where she was flush against the mattress, resting his body weight atop hers.

Her hands found his shoulders, and she hiked a leg up to rest at his hip, his knee falling between her thighs. His hand that wasn't holding his weight above her dropped down to her hip, pulling her into him. He moved his mouth down, nipping behind her ear, which had her gasping out. His lips continued their sinful movements.

The two had unintentionally started moving against each other, their breaths coming out as desperate gasps, not nearly coming up for enough air. Ingrid was completely lost in their kiss, her mind going blank. She couldn’t think of anything logical, her mind muddled with thoughts of Loki on top of her. She didn’t know how long they had been kissing, it could’ve been hours, it could’ve been mere minutes. But she knew she never wanted to stop. Something about their kissing felt so right, like everything made sense. Her heart felt a sense of fullness she hadn’t ever felt before.

“Loki,” she said. But his mind seemed too occupied to understand she was trying to communicate with him. “Loki,” she said again, this time more urgently.

“Hm?” He hummed, not stopping his movements but flicking his eyes up to hers.

“We have to stop,” she replied.

It’s not that Ingrid wanted to stop, she just knew that if she didn’t stop kissing him, they’d go further than they needed to. And as strong as her feelings for the God were, she knew she wasn’t ready to give him herself fully yet. It was all happening so fast.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, pulling back to look at her.

She just shook her head at him.

“Then why do we have to stop?” He asked, smirking down at her.

“Because we’re getting worked up,” she said, her eyes blown out, still evidently turned on.

“And why is that so bad, darling?” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “We’re just kissing.”

“It’s not enough,” she said. It was the truth, she needed more. She needed him more than she had ever needed anyone. But she knew things between the two of them needed to be slow, careful.

“Not enough?” He chuckled, his eyes dark. “What can I do for you then, Ingrid?” He asked, running his hand up her back and back down to her leg that was resting on his hip.

“Nothing yet,” she said, placing her hands on his shoulders. “We have to go slow.”

"If slow is what the lady wants," Loki started, slowly moving off of her. "Then slow is what she will get."

"It's just all happening so fast," she said.

"Then we'll go slow and be careful, darling. Can't have us getting caught," he said, kissing her firmly once more before standing and retreating from the bed. He crossed the room and sat on the loveseat across the room. Ingrid watched a green flash appear in his hand, and when it was gone, she saw the book he had clutched in his palm.

Ingrid was left on the bed, her mind jumbled, as the God sat across the room reading. Her lips still tingled and her body burned where his hands had been. She was scared, scared of being around Loki because all she wanted to do was kiss him. And scared of herself because she didn't know if she had the self control to keep her desires at bay.

Ingrid was awoken by the sound of Thor entering her bedroom. Shortly after her and Loki's "bonding" time, she had fallen asleep while Loki sat in her chair and read his book. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep, but she felt rested.

Thor walked in, sweat gleaming on his forehead and a smile on his face. He surveyed the room, looking to Ingrid on the bed who was slowly stirring, and then to Loki who had set his book down to look at his brother.

"How is she?" Thor asked, looking to Loki and then back to Ingrid.

"She's alright," Loki replied. "She fell asleep not long after you left. How was sparring?"

"It was great," Thor boasted, puffing his chest and smiling. "I beat all of my opponents."

"As expected," Loki replied.

Ingrid sat up on her elbows and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. Thor walked over to her and sat on her bed, his hand finding her cheek.

"How are you feeling, darling?" He asked her, his thumb stroking her cheek.

Ingrid just nodded at him and gave him a small smile.

"I hate you can't speak, I miss your voice," Thor said, giving her a frown.

She gave him a small smile back and shrugged her shoulders. Not speaking was irritating her, she could only communicate with Loki, and he was driving her mad in an intoxicating way. After they had kissed, she had laid back on her bed and fell asleep with the feeling of his lips still lingering. It was the most astounding kiss she had ever had, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't crave it more.

Thor leaned into her and kissed her, and the action made her nauseous. She felt dirty, like she was committing the ultimate act of betrayal. Thor loved her, and she was kissing his brother behind his back. She didn't want to kiss Thor, she didn't want to touch him. All she wanted was sitting across her room, his thighs spread across her chair as he thumbed at a book in his large hands.

Loki felt her gaze on him as soon as she looked to him, and he looked up at her though the pages of his book. His gaze intense, his eyes staring at her with a knowing look.

She gulped.

She turned her gaze back to Thor and sighed, sitting up and moving off of her bed. She needed away from both of them. She didn't want to be near Thor because she couldn't give him what he wanted to give her.

It was clear why she didn't want to be around his brother.

As soon as she stood, however, she stumbled, her vision going black as she experienced something she never had before. She saw something, a cottage in a dark forest, the setting at night, rainy and dreary. Inside the cottage, was a woman tied to a beam, a look of fear stricken across her face.

"Tell me where she is," Her voice said.

Her voice.

Ingrid's.

But Ingrid never said that. Whoever had her voice had spoken those words, and they were also in the cabin. They looked down at the tied up woman, a dark cloak concealing them. The woman pleaded with them.

"I don't know where she is!" The woman cried.

"You do," the cloaked figure said. "And I will make you tell me."

The figure then started singing a spell, an incantation to get someone to tell the truth. It was a spell Ingrid was familiar with, but one she vowed to never use because of its malicious origins. She could make people do many things with her voice, but she vowed to never use her voice for evil.

"Jeg søker å høre din endeløse tunge Lyv ikke for meg Fortell meg historier om sannhet og fornuft Eller bli et objekt for forræderi

Gi meg din sannhet nå Ingen flere løgner, det lover du Blod skal utgytes for svik Dette er ord jeg ikke vil gjenta"

(I seek to hear your endless tongue Lie to me none Tell me stories of truth and reason Or become an object of treason

Yield your truth unto me now No more lies, this you vow Blood to be shed upon deceit These are words I will not repeat)

As soon as the figure finished reciting the spell, the woman screamed out in pain. If the spell was recited and there was no truth to be told, the victim would die. If there was a truth to be told, it would be spilled from their lips immediately, and death would follow. It was an evil truth spell, and for Ingrid to hear it recited to someone with her own voice was sickening.

The woman continued to cry in pain as a flash of magic ate her from the inside out, turning her into nothing but ash. The fear in her eyes would haunt Ingrid forever.

Ingrid just watched an innocent woman die by her own voice.

As soon as the vision ended, she collapsed onto the floor in a heap of tears, unable to catch her breath. Immediately, both brothers were by her side, trying to console her and figure out what just happened.

She frantically looked to Loki, and she grabbed his hand, placing it on her forehead. He first gave her a quizzical look, but then he understood. For once she wanted him to see into her mind.

She felt a warm tingle on her forehead that she assumed was his seidr, and as soon as she felt it, she closed her eyes. She saw the woman in the cabin again, begging for her life, and the cloaked figure in the corner. She heard the spell in her voice, and watched again as the woman died because she had no secrets to spill. Rewatching the vision made fresh tears fall from her eyes.

Once the vision was over, Loki pulled away with a similar solemn expression on his face. Thor looked between the pair with confusion and concern, trying to pull Ingrid's gaze back to him. But she was too focused on Loki. He had just seen everything she saw, and she wanted to know what he thought. She wanted his comfort because he was the only one who knew exactly what she saw.

"That is not your fault, Ingrid," he said, looking at her with such intensity she almost didn't hear what he said.

She just cried in response, overwhelmed by it all.

"What did you see, brother?" Thor asked, pulling Ingrid to his chest.

"She had a vision," Loki started, standing from where he was crouched on the ground. "Whoever took her voice is using it for evil. They took her voice to try and locate someone, and killed a woman when they didn't get their desired response."

Thor looked to Ingrid in shock, and hugged her closer to him, kissing her forehead. After a few seconds of settling in Thor's embrace, Ingrid pushed herself up to her feet as well, brushing off her dress and letting out a huff. Thor followed behind her, the three of them standing together, a feeling of unease shared among them.

Ingrid knew getting her voice back was an urgent matter, but now she felt like if she didn't get it back immediately, the world would crumble onto her. Ingrid swore herself to be a Goddess of goodness, and seeing and hearing her voice used for such evil made bile rise in her throat.

"Ingrid," Loki started, her eyes quickly snapping to his. "We must show Frigga. She can help form a plan."

"I agree," Thor said, walking beside Ingrid and placing a gentle hand on her back. "Mother is very wise with these things."

Ingrid nodded at him, and walked over to her vanity to brush out her hair. She heard the two brothers talking behind her, undoubtedly Thor making sure she wasn't acting weird before he left. Thor had no idea what Ingrid and Loki had seen, so he didn't quite understand what was going on.

"We'll get your voice back, baby."

Ingrid stopped brushing her hair and sat up straight, chills racing down her spine. She'd never get used to Loki just popping into her head. It was a sensation that gave her a thrill and made her heart leap. After she got a taste of what it's like to kiss him, the desire to be his bride instead of Thor's was agonizing. She wished she could kiss him whenever and wherever she pleased like she does with Thor. But those kisses to Loki would mean so much more.

And maybe, maybe, she'd fight for him more than she initially thought.

A/N: That's it for part two! Let me know what you think! Likes, comments, and reblogs, especially reblogs, are greatly appreciated!

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【 𝑨 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 &𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑴 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕.】

➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, angst if you squint, female reader

➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: "Still waiting for my first dance."

➪ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Instead of one partner for the occasion, reader meets nine. She has the opportunity to spend prom with each of them a little bit, but towards the end, the final choice is a much harder decision than it should be.

; 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 #5

➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jo × reader

➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 0.8k

...Finding the big dining tables was easy, your only concern was that by now much more people seemed to have gathered around it, than at first when the venue opened.

But it looked like the unofficial club for the lonely attendees of the prom, just munching and drinking in silence, distracting themselves from the happenings on the dance floor.

So in this case, right now this was the best place for you to be.

...And in case your partner comes, you will be able to see him from afar.

Just in case.

At first, you circled the tables from a bit further away, trying to seek out a free corner, and the different delicacies displayed on countless plates.

You ended up standing in front of a tray of light champagne bottles, the strawberry-frosted chocolate cupcakes a bit too far away from you for your liking.

You casually took a glass, lifting it close to your mouth to take a small sip.

You let your eyes travel through the other residents around the table, staring at some of them for longer seconds.

None of them talked, everybody seemed to be lost in space, eating and drinking.

A couple of minutes later you noticed that only one was left from the strawberry-frosted chocolate cupcakes, and you knew you desperately needed that last one.

So taking swift action you stretched your hand out to grasp it but you ended up touching a random person's hand, on top of the dessert.

The owner of the large palm turned his head in your direction, he was standing exactly beside you, but he was so tall you hardly noticed his face when you first came here.

He was wearing a light gray cotton suit and had graceful, calming features, very cute out-turned ears, a button nose, and doe eyes which held yours in confusion because of the situation.

Realizing your mistake you pulled your hand back, letting him have the cupcake.

You reassured yourself you'll be fine with the honeybuns too, embracing the fact that tonight you're quite unluckily with everything.

But moments later you felt a tap on your shoulder and you saw the same peaceful boy turn to you, and hand you the last cupcake.

"I've already eaten two of those, so you can have it... you deserve it more than me." Then he gave a shy smile.

You took the dessert from him with slight surprise but quietly thanked him for his kindness, and just a moment later you saw him go for the honeybuns, just like you had planned before.

You couldn't help but giggle as he instantly put two on his plate and bit into a third one.

'He must be a big foodie, no wonder he's so tall.' You thought as you watched him eat happily.

It didn't take him long to notice you and your giggle and hand you a plate too, out of embarrassment.

"I planned to go with the honeybuns too if you wouldn't have given me the last cupcake. They must be very delicious." You said, addressing your previous reason for giggling.

"I find everything delicious. Sweets are my favorite, so I tasted every one of these." He said and cutely showed you a thumbs-up while swallowing.

"You seem like you came for the food." You giggled again and took a bite out of my cupcake.

"Not at first... But we both ended up abandoning each other with my partner. I don't know how it happened, but she drifted away from me and then I found myself where the food was." He answered shyly, shrugging his shoulders and averting his eyes for a moment.

This information just proved your guess further, the food tables being the unofficial gathering of the lonely ones around the party.

"Well, I have to admit I'm in a similar situation as well..." You trailed off, admitting slight defeat to your neverending spark of hope in case your partner shows up.

"Even someone as pretty as you..." He muttered but then he gazed at you intensely for a moment.

"Y/n." You felt like you should say your name, so you did. The strong urge to introduce yourself to him caught you off-guard, but you did it anyway.

"...I'm Jo." He reciprocated after a slight pause and gave another cute smile while eating.

It felt right to talk with him, even between bites.

For the first time in the evening, you felt a bit of peace making its way into your heart.

You felt relaxed and calm, maybe it was the bubbly champagne or the sweet food, eating mostly in silence felt good, sometimes exchanging heartwarming words with Jo.

【𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.】【𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝.】

➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !

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Hellhound Adventures: David Chapter 1

Since I got my own puppy, I've felt so inclined to write this. Perhaps I'm just self projecting onto these characters, but I thought it would be very adorable for this to be how they obtained their hellhounds. I'm not going to lie, this story is just a wholesome mess of puppies and the lost boys being dog dads. Each boy will have several chapters of how they got their pup and the little bit of life of caring for them. Mostly because David's full story is already over 4k words (of cute David and puppy chaos) so I realized I'd have to break this down lol. Anyways, Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Who Could Hate Puppies?

Words: 2400ish

Normally Max wouldn’t have wanted David to accompany him anywhere. He didn’t want to risk being seen with his “son” because the image he curated in public was so pristine he didn’t want David to soil the hard work he built up. Today was different though.

David sat in the passenger seat of Max’s red car. Thorn was at home, close to retiring from his job. Max wanted to start looking into getting a new hellhound puppy for himself, and he urged David to accompany him. David rolled his eyes at first, though all it took was the appearance of a beautiful bottle of whiskey for him to agree to go.

The two vampires sat in the car with Nickelback playing in the background. “You think I listen to Nickelback?” David asked with a bit of attitude, still a little ticked off about having to leave the rest of the Lost Boys for the night. Not that he was missing much. The other three boys were going to the movie theater tonight to keep themselves occupied.

“I don’t know,” Max admitted. “You and I haven’t spent much time together lately.”

“Maybe it’s because your dog tries to rip my arm off each time I come within ten feet of you,” David responded. “And now you’re trying to get a second one.”

The older vampire sighed. “I require a daytime protector,” he explained, as he had many other times. “And perhaps you do too.”

David snorted, his eyes averting to look at the side of the road. “The cave is a great deterrent.”

“Really?” Max stated. “Didn’t Paul tell me you guys had a midday snack earlier this week? A couple of younger college goons looking to explore the cave if I recall.”

A smile crept across David’s face. “Yeah, it was nice.”

“But it’s dangerous,” Max chided. “They could have been vampire killers. You could have been dead.”

David shrugged. “But we didn’t die.”

Max knew it wasn’t worth arguing with David. He tried many times before, but his son was stubborn. Countless times had David lied to Max’s face and then went home and did exactly what he said he wouldn’t. No matter what he said to David, if David made up his mind it was all worthless. “I suppose you’re right,” Max sighed, adjusting his glasses. Max knew if he wanted David to do something, he needed David to come to the conclusion himself.

The two vampires pulled into a long driveway. The house in the distance was lively with activity. The rooms were brightly lit downstairs, and people were walking between the rooms. Max pulled his car up to the main walkway to the front door. He cut the engine and the two vampires exited the vehicle. Max adjusted his light jacket. “This won’t take long,” he promised. “Just come inside and play nice.”

“Play nice with who?” David teased, adjusting his long overcoat. Max shot him a stern look. “Who are we here to see?”

“I’m here to see Stella. She sold me Thorn many years ago. You’re here because I talk about my sons all the time and people are starting to think I’m delusional,” Max chided. “Behave and you just might wake up at sunset to another bottle of whiskey waiting for you.”

David drew his lips into a tight line. He did like whiskey. “Fine.”

Max knocked at the door. A chorus of barking dogs erupted, though they were silenced quickly. Footsteps approached the front door. Max stood a little taller and offered a warm smile as the door swung open.

A woman stood on the other side. Her short hair was a vibrant pink with a streak of dark red. She wasn’t someone David expected Max to hang out with. The woman was punk and glowing. Her clothes were brighter than David’s future. He almost felt the need to wear sunglasses from just looking at her. “Ah, Maxwell!” She praised. She offered a hearty handshake. She moved to David next after taking Max’s hand. “Well, you must be Max’s son.”

“David,” he introduced, shaking her hand.

“Well David, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She stepped aside from the doorway. “Come on in. Make yourself at home!”

David and Max entered the house. David’s eyes immediately fell on a hellhound at the entrance of the parlor room. He tensed up, remembering how Thorn always responded to him. But this dog wagged her tail, and it was clear to David that she had a litter of puppies recently.

“That’s Delilah,” Stella commented, motioning to the dog. “Her litter turns seven weeks tomorrow. Vet is coming to give them their first round of shots.”

“How cute,” Max stated. He put his hand casually on David’s shoulder. “Why don’t you work on that fear of dogs that you have and sit with the puppies? I’m sure those little fellas couldn’t do anything to harm you.”

“All hellhounds are sweethearts to vampires,” Stella said. She kneeled beside the short haired shepherd dog. “A hellhound will bond with a single owner and they’ll become protective of them. Like Thorn and Max.” She stroked the mama hellhound’s head gently. “But Delilah here knows her job. She needs to let other vampires get close to pick a hellhound of their own. I promise, none of my dogs here will hurt you.”

David narrowed his eyes and slid his gaze to Max. He knew exactly what Max was up to now. “I’m all good, thanks. I don’t like dogs.”

Max put his hand onto David’s back. “Just sit in with them, won’t you? It’s good for their socialization to meet new people.”

David ground his teeth and looked to the parlor. A whelping box was set up with a litter of seven puppies bouncing around. A knot began to form in his stomach as Max gave a gentle nudge for him to go towards the puppies. “Max I don’t want a dog-” David growled.

“They need socialization,” Stella said. “The puppies are spoken for.”

David looked between them skeptically, but he trudged across the parlor to the whelping box. He was only doing this for the bottle of whiskey. The puppies were excited to greet him as he stepped over the barrier and entered the puppy pile. Max and Stella vanished into another room, taking Delilah with them.

The blonde vampire wrinkled his nose as the puppies climbed on his boots. He nudged them aside, careful not to push too hard. “Rat dogs,” he whispered. He made his way into the corner of the box. He shrugged off his overcoat and tucked his gloves into the pockets, not wanting the pups to attempt to bite at them. He tossed it outside the whelping box and sat on the ground.

To his surprise, the pups lost interest in him and began to tussle between each other. He didn’t know very much about dogs other than they had teeth and would bite when near him. Marko and Paul had a dog phase where they tried to convince David to let them get a puppy. David proved his point by bringing them to a shelter and a dog managed to bite through Paul’s hand in almost thirty seconds after arriving.

David eyed each puppy nervously. He was anxious, and he was certain that dogs smell fear. He inhaled deeply and fidgeted with his hands. He usually would outline the watch faces on his jacket when he was nervous, but his jacket was safe away from the jaws of the land sharks. These puppies looked like rats to him. They had short tannish fur with dark faces and big, pointed ears.

One of the puppies meandered towards him. The puppy’s beady eyes looked up to meet David’s. The vampire's lips twitched. If he had a beating heart, it would have been pounding in his ears. His anxiety was telling him to kick the menace away from him, but he would never have the heart to kick a puppy.

The puppy casually dropped to lay on David’s boot. The black boot had cuffs from all his nights riding motorcycles and performing stunts. David casually twisted his ankle to roll the puppy off him. “Don’t,” he growled.

The puppy tumbled away from David. Her eyes blinked without a thought behind them. So she did it again. She padded over and dropped onto his boot, putting her chin onto the top of his foot.

David exhaled sharply and he rolled the puppy away again. The puppy tumbled and rolled to her feet. Still it tried to get to David.

“Well I’m done here,” David growled. He placed his hands down on the ground to push himself up, but the puppy bounced onto his hand. David stared down at the animal as it stared back up at him. “You just don’t give up, do you?” He scruffed the puppy and put her closer to the other pups. “I will not hesitate to punt kick you next time.”

It suddenly became a game. He got to his feet and the puppy was on his boot. He picked the puppy up roughly and tossed her with the others. But still, it would wander back. “I hope this is the socializing that Stella was looking for,” David mumbled to himself.

With one last huff, he grabbed the puppy as the pup bit his spur. He held the pup out in the air at arm’s length. “Do you want me to hurl you out the fucking window or-?” He asked.

The puppy stared at him, her tail wagging thoroughly. Its whole body was wiggling as the puppy stared at David. The vampire set the puppy down and stepped out of the whelping box. He leaned over and grabbed a hold of his coat. The puppy sailed over the whelping box barrier and tumbled to David’s boots again.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” David hissed. He snatched the puppy from the ground and brought it up to his chest. “Will this make you fucking stop?” He demanded.

The pup immediately nuzzled her nose right into the crevice of David’s bicep. David sighed. He gently ran his fingers across the fur of the puppy. His fingers twitched when he felt how soft it was. The puppy became a limp puddle of fur in his arms as he stroked her back. It had been a very, very long time since he held a puppy like this- if he even ever did. He could barely remember the last time he interacted with a dog and it turned out fine.

With each pet, the tension in his shoulders loosened. Soon he found himself sitting on the couch in the parlor, leaning back to support the puppy against his chest. The weight of her on him was soothing the dog anxiety that had built up inside him. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

He was startled as Stella and Max entered the room. The puppy stretched and nuzzled further against the vampire. David ground his teeth as he thought of an excuse to why he was holding a puppy. Nothing could come to his mind fast enough though. It was clear as day- he was genuinely in love with this puppy.

Stella stepped in front of David and held her hands out. “Blue collar pup got snuggly with you, huh,” she said, holding her hands out.

David carefully lifted the puppy from his chest and handed the pup over. The small puppy whimpered as it shifted hands to Stella. David inhaled and sat up, as if nothing had happened, trying to shove down his emotions quickly.

Max grabbed David’s overcoat from the ground and casually handed it to the other vampire. Stella put the puppy back into the whelping box. David took the coat and shrugged it on. “Well, we settled our agreement. Are you ready to go?” Max asked.

“Yeah,” David sighed. “Let’s go.”

The two vampires went back to the car. Max pulled out some paperwork from his jacket and set it in the center console. “I’m getting another hellhound puppy,” Max explained. “Probably not for another year, but Stella has shown me her future litters.” He started up the car, and pulled out of the driveway.

David was too curious. He grabbed the paperwork and unfolded it. There were dog names and pedigrees that he couldn’t read very well along with various acronyms he was confused by.

The blonde vampire folded the paperwork up and set it down again. The two of them were silent as they returned back to Santa Carla. David stared out the window, his mind swirling with compressed emotions.

“You know,” Max said, breaking the silence. “Those pups she has now, they’re going to their new homes next week.”

“Nice,” David commented.

“Yeah.” Max pulled up towards the cliffside by the lighthouse. He put the car in park. The two of them glanced over to the single motorcycle that sat partially hidden in the brush. No one else was home. “Well, thanks for coming with me. Stella was glad to have another vampire around to help with socialization.”

“Of course,” David mumbled. He got out of the car and adjusted his coat.

“How much are those pups? Out of curiosity,” David asked, leaning up against the phone booth while cradling the payphone against his ear. He casually flipped through his wallet, seeing only a handful of bills left. Damn nicotine addiction. David spent the whole day dreaming about that puppy. When he woke up he felt antsy. All he could think about was having a dog.

The elder vampire departed, and David returned to the cave. He dropped down onto his wheelchair throne and for a split second he imagined what it would have been like to feel the puppy on his lap. His fingers twitched as he remembered the soft fur under his hands.

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He knew Max was smiling on the other end of the phone. “Are you perhaps thinking about that blue collared puppy? Because Stella told me the person who was supposed to buy him backed out.”

“Coincidental, huh?” David commented. He knew it was too coincidental, but he wasn’t in the mood to argue now. He wanted that puppy.

“Stella sells her hellhound puppies for forty-five hundred dollars.”

“Forty-five hundred!” David gasped. “That’s insane.”

“But-” Max cut in. “If you are genuinely interested, don’t worry about the cost. I can cover it.”

David fidgeted with the clock faces on his jacket. His eyes darted around as his emotions raced through his dead heart. “What else do I need for it?”

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#the lost boys #lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #tlb #vampires #tlb david #lost boys hellhound adventures

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