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yesokaythatsfine69 · 4 years ago

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Moments in-between

Description: HC's of aot characters that are all kinda madly in love with y/n, if only just in different ways. Aspects of Modern au.

Character(s): Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Marco, Sasha, Connie, Historia, Ymir, Annie, Reiner, Bertholdt, Levi, Erwin, Hanje

POV: 2nd, 3rd

Warning(s):

A/n: I know I said that I was ending my aot works but after the last episode's intense trauma I need some home groan therapy. Also please don't make fun of me for misspelling both Bertolt and Hange's names continually. Enjoy

Word Count: x

Song: lmao listen to everywhere I go by Hollywood undead.

*none of the gifs used are mine, full credit goes to the maker.

Y/n invites the AOT gang to a party.

You looked around for your friends, having foolish lost track of the chaotic group after you paused to hang your coat up. You warned them all to remain close, these college parties tended to get a little wild for your liking, but of course, they were all too stubborn.

"Hey you! I already said that we weren't playing Lady Gaga here!" Your ears prickled, and you turned, seeing Hanje at the DJ's box. You quirked a brow but made a mental note of where she was for later.

You moved on, searching for the rest of your friends. You opened the door to a bathroom, finding several girls hunched over, puking into the toilet, sink, and tub. Erwin was standing in the midst of the chaos, holding their hair as they drunkenly emptied their guts.

"Erwin? We've been here five minutes!" Erwin looked up at your newfound appearance. "Y/n! Quick, I think something in their drinks made them sick, you need to warn the other people at this party!" You met his blue eyes, "What?" He made a motion with his right hand, accidentally tugging on a girl's hair and bobbing her head. "Hey!" She squeaked before puking again. "Hurry, Y/l/n! They may not have much time left."

You rolled your eyes. "Erwin, they're drunk, not suffering from food poisoning." He looked down at the girls. "Really?" You sighed.

Later, you came upon Levi, who had been keeping a practiced eye on Hanje and other various members of your friend group. He had designated himself the designated driver of the group, which was admirable but you made sure not too drink too much either, knowing that there was no way Levi could possibly deal with all of you being wasted.

Reiner had challenged Annie to a drinking game, and was in the midst of losing miserably, whilst Bertholdt silently cleaned up the mess that Reiner and Annie created with their squashed beer cans.

You also found ymir and Historia cheerfully dancing to Poker face, and you marveled at the way the two seemed to be in their own world. You smiled, at the red that dusted ymir's cheeks and at Historia's hand on her cheek. A crash from the kitchen behind you caused you to cringe and jump slightly, before you rushed in.

Not unsurprisingly you found Connie and Sasha at the epicenter of the chaos. Neither were drunk but both were still idiots. A broken dish and what had been cheese fries was on the floor at their feet. "Hey! What'd I say about getting into their food?" You pointed threateningly at the duo. "If we do it don't get caught?" Sasha had a fry in her mouth and big eyes. "Clean this up, I'll go get Levi." "Oh, no don't get Levi!" Connie whined, waving his hands dramatically. "I'm getting him!"

Marco and Armin had found a old monopoly game and had sat down to play it in the dinning room of the house. You found it especially funny at the amount of girls the two had unwittingly attracted, who sat down to play with them.

"Y/n!" You perked up and turned, careful to not spill your drink. Jean smiled at you, his eyes the tiniest bit lidded. "Care for a dance?" You had actually been expecting this, since Jean's flirtiness doubled with the mix of alcohol. "You look hot, y/n!" He gently wrapped his hands around you as the two of you slid onto the dance floor. You laughed, enjoying Jean's wild dance moves. Finally he popped into a Russian dig, "hype me up best friend!" He called, and you whooped until he ran right into Eren.

"You drunk idiot! Hello, Y/n!" Eren glared at Jean, but smiled at you. "Look at this drink I made! It was clear but now it's brown!" Before you could respond, Jean hopped up. "y/n doesn't care about your shit drink!" You sighed as the two began arguing, which slowly developed into a tense dance battle between the two men.

Mikasa had been with Eren, you guessed most likely protectively watching over him. She watched with you, before you smirked and outstretched your hand. Mikasa took it, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

In the soft glow of a living room, you and Mikasa danced together to an old 80's tune, the rest of your friends giving elsewhere. It was a nice party.

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Y/n wears a skimpy outfit

You smiled at yourself in the mirror, tugging gently on your new top. Oftentimes you found it hard to truly appreciate your body, but the corseted top made you feel like a definite hot girl. You wore long black shoes, tight leather pants, dark jewelry. You just looked ready to step on some bitches.

You exited your room, and grabbed your purse, ready to head out with your girls. Eren was sitting on your coach, playing some video game. "Hey we'll be heading out soon so I left some numbers to order pizza for when you get hungry." You turned, digging in your purse for your keys. "Y/n, I'm not a child! I can take care of- holy shit, y/n!" You turned, Eren had dropped his controller, no longer focused on his game. "You can't go out like that! There are men out there!" You smiled and pulled out ur taser, flashing it a couple times. "I know."

Mikasa exited her room from the same hall, entering the living room. "Y/n, you look nice." You smiled and put your taser up. "thanks Mikasa!" "Wait, Mikasa you're going out too?" Eren stood up. "it's girls night out, Eren." You rolled your eyes. "but I wanna go too!" Mikasa opened her mouth but you beat her to it. "No."

The front door opened and Armin entered, his blonde hair flittering in his eyes. "Hey; Eren, Mikasa, and..." A blush erupted onto his cheeks. "Y/n!" His blues casted panicked glances around the room as if he wasn't sure he should make direct eye contact with you.

Eren pointed to his flustered friend. "See!" Again you rolled your eyes. "You look v-very nice, y/n." Armin mumbled before he sat down. "Thanks, sweetie." Armin's face reddened.

Suddenly the front door to the apartment flung open, allowing Jean, Marco, and Connie to enter. They were in the midst of conversation, laughing at a joke Connie had said. "Hey bitch-" Jean's words caught somewhere in the back of his throat as he saw you. His cheeks erupted into fire and he stopped, causing Connie and Marco to slam into him. "Hey!" Connie looked past Jean's frozen position, and smiled knowingly. "Bark, Bark, Bark! Y/n you look a sexy grim reaper!" Jean blinked as you laughed. Connie slid past Jean and made his way to the kitchen, giving the others a greeting as he did so.

Marco smiled at your outfit. "You look so pretty y/n!" Your cheeks were beginning to hurt from happiness and you wondered if you should wear this stuff more often and not just in your dreams. Jean seemed to snap out of it. "You...you...nice, y/n." He managed to get out, not right before Eren made fun of his stuttering.

Sasha exited her room, and to the delight of everyone gave a twirl in her little dress. "y/n! You look very nice!" She may or not have said whilst grabbing your boob. Historia admitted to helping you pick out the fit, and ymir made everyone thank her for her service.

"you should wear this more often, y/n. Or at least less more often." Annie nudged you from behind. You were amazed at her sauveness but also the blush that dusted the tips of her ears.

Reiner and Bertholdt came through the fire escape (because Reiner has been on a "parkour!" Kick recently. But Reiner made sure to call you hot, (effectively pissing off both Jean and Eren.) And Bertholdt simply blushed, quickly agreeing with Reiner.

Finally Hanje, Erwin, and Levi arrived, Levi bringing leftovers from his tea shop. Hanje had squealed and called you "hot!" Erwin was certain you were only wearing a bra and refused to look at you, whilst Levi couldn't take his eyes off of you, but said nothing all the same.

"Well ladies, I hope you all are ready!" Hanje smirked. "Who's riding with me?"

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Y/n gets a tattoo

"So...what do you think?" You stood in front of Hanje, Annie, and Ymir, your shirt raised to your underboob. Hanje clapped excitedly. "It looks great, y/n!" "I like the view." Annie said dryly. Ymir nodded. "yeah it's nice, just don't show Historia."

"Don't show me what?" Historia entered the living room via the kitchen. Immediately her eyes found your tattoo, and she smiled. "lovely!"

The others found the tattoo under different circumstances however.

Sasha had known first, since she went with you to get it originally, having helped you pick out the design. By that I mean, she mainly just agreed with whatever you said but helped you out none the less. Mikasa found out before you were training together, (she thought it looked cool).

Eren found out because he walked in on you in the shower. "Shit! Wait is that a tattoo!?" He would've told you he liked it had you not kicked the shit out of him and lectured him about coming over to your apartment constantly, blah, blah, blah.

Armin found out because you showed him, (and he promptly died a bit) but he also really liked it and you invited him to come get another one with you some time. Maybe, just maybe you had a weak spot for the blonde.

Jean and Connie found out because you sent Marco a snap of it, and they looked at it from over his shoulder. Connie laughed at Jean's sharp in take of breathe and Jean tackled Connie. Meanwhile as they fought in the background Marco sent you a video snap of his response.

Reiner found out via a training session, much like Mikasa. "Why, y/n I never knew what a sly devil you could be!"

Bertholdt knew because Reiner made sure to describe it to him in great detail, knowing that the tall fellow would get flustered.

Erwin was probably told at some point but forgot so anytime he sees in you in a bikini or something skimpy he gets his mind blown.

Levi found out because, you may or may not have sent him a snap (with much different intentions then the one you had sent Marco.) Levi thought it was badass, though.

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Y/n kisses the AOT gang

Yes, you had kissed each member of the gang. For any of these bitches, they could get it, let's be real.

You had given Eren forehead kisses many a time between he and you. This had been pretty random but regardless, it was something the two of you did often.

You often kissed Armin on the cheek, pinching them together whilst you smushed his face and pulled him in for hugs. Really, you loved Armin.

You kissed Jean on several occasions, partially because you weren't one to refuse an offer from an attractive man and also it was the quickest way to fluster the boy. He has the king of talking the talk but never actually walking the walk.

You give Marco and Connie platonic cheek kisses everytime you see each other. They also give you cheek kisses back. Marco also gives hugs!

You blow Reiner kisses all the time because that's exactly what your friendship is.

You give Bertholdt sweet little cheek kisses and he's always a blushing mess afterwards.

You give Erwin goodbye kisses and he always returns them.

You've made out with Levi. His tongue's been in your mouth. Yes, you kiss.

You give Hanje cheek kisses all the time. You seriously love this woman.

You've made out with Annie too. You also give her kisses on her neck just to hear her giggle.

You and ymir don't usually kiss, but you and Historia kiss each other's cheek.

You've kissed Sasha smack on the lips before, and you two cuddle all da time.

You give Mikasa forehead kisses because touch isn't necessarily her love language but you know when she needs it.

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Y/n gets into a fight

You don't get in trouble, like ever. You're reliable, kind, level headed. However sometimes you come across a Titan of an issue and need your friends to rally behind you.

Historia will get into an argument for you, but she isn't scary at all, nor is she very powerful when it comes to muscle might.

Mikasa will kill a bitch for you. Straight up. She may not always show it outright but she loves you.

Ymir would video tape the ass whooping of whoever dares to cross you until they tried to come after Historia. Then she's seeing red.

Annie would laugh at whoever is trying to fight you. She won't step into the fray directly until you need her though, she trusts you do take care of it.

Eren doesn't care if they haven't even thrown a punch if they even say a damn thing that he doesn't feel you deserve he will start the fight. He has no self control. He's an aries.

Jean will also fight for you. He'd be a hundred percent more levelheaded about the problem but he won't let you take shit.

Connie will at first be confused and then pull his signature "bruh" face. He'll be the one that takes the phone from Ymir after Historia gets involved.

Sasha will try to protect you the best she can. She doesn't want you hurt so she'll probably grab a spoon as a weapon and charge.

Reiner is just trying to vibe and then suddenly he's pulled into an all out war. Sigh. But at least it's for you.

Hange will find this all very funny, but she'll help out in between snorts.

Erwin will just stand there looking at your antagonist dead in the eye with the slightest raise of his brow. That's the end of it all.

Armin will go all manipulative bestie on however is bothering you.

Levi merely get in between you. He may be short but nothing scare him and he's literally willing to kick some ass if need be.

Bertolt would just take you somewhere else. Yes he's super annoyed and upset at this person, but he has better things to do with his time.

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Y/n gets a dog

To be honest, you'd wanted a pet for a long long time. Living closely with seven other women- and essentially nine men, had made that prospect rather slim, until one day approximately four months ago when you dropped the question.

The response was rather positive, so you carefully crafted a schedule and supplies.

The little puppy had been the runt of the litter, but that didn't bother you one bit (your not so secret infatuation of a certain 5'2" raven haired fellow solidified that.)

You were the first person to arrive home that day, and when you did you hurried to get the house puppified.

Bertolt came by early that day and was the first to see the puppy. At first he wasn't so sure about the little rascal. It seemed so hyper, a little too hyper, actually. But then, it licked him and he fell in love. He actually completely forgot you were even there he was so enthralled.

Levi came by with takeout, and much like Bertolt he wasn't sure about this creature. He'd always been more of a cat person, but even then he wasn't exactly an animal person. Just too messy. But for your sake he pat the pup on the head. (And to both your and bertolt's shock the puppy began to follow Levi around.

Armin loved the puppy. He immediately scooped it up and sang to it. You had never seen the blonde so happy as he cooed over the little Beasty. He raised it up into the air and swung it until Levi yelled at him for waving the animal over the takeout.

Erwin seemed a bit indifferent to the dog, almost as if the animal had just always been there. He did make sure however to share his food with it.

Hange tickled the poor animal savagely, vowing to buy it a sweater for the winter. You told them they didn't have to, but they refused. "What's a godparent for?"

Sasha vowed to help feed it and promised it that she would only buy it the best food possible.

Marco adored the tiny thing. "have you named him yet?" He had asked while lovingly scratching behind it's ears. "he looks like a sugar...or a Coco?"

Connie immediately sat down and started playing with newly named Sugar. "Connie! You're getting Sugar too riled up." Levi warned, but right then Connie was attacked by the tiny pup, and despite the small size of the dog the sheer force almost knocked Connie over. "Tch, idiot."

Jean was the first to take Sugar for a walk and you joined him. Together the two of you laughed at how cute Sugar looked as he bounced around in the grass. You made sure to have Jean clean up after him though, don't worry.

Sugar immediately fell asleep on Eren who threatened anyone that would dare touch or wake up him. Eren was extremely content with this little ball of joy.

Annie wasn't really excited for the puppy but she did promise to train Sugar when it was time, so there's that.

Ymir tried to act similar to Annie but Ymir is a total dog person, and after a bit she scoped up Sugar and put the sleeping pup on her own lap.

Mikasa was just happy everyone else seemed happy. She did sit by ymir though so she could get a few good pats in.

Later that night Historia grabbed the puppy and took him into her room, which she shared with Ymir. Really this puppy wasn't yours, it was everyone's.

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The AOT gang goes to a concert

You pulled into Eren's hand practically dragging him through the crowd. "That's the last time I'm letting you lead us anywhere, Eren!" He groaned behind you. "I thought the sign said Row one, it was an honest mistake!" You shot him a dangerous glare. "It was a sign for the bathroom!"

Finally you met up with your friends, who were all already comfortably seated, waiting for the concert to begin. "Hey guys sorry we're late, we had some...sign trouble."

You and Eren found your seats, "Good news is if anyone wants to know where the bathrooms are.." you elbowed your brunette friend.

When the concert began, it was immediately pretty damn hype. You and Jean clasped hands and danced together, shouting out the lyrics to the first song at the top of your lungs.

At the second song and Sasha took orders for food, and grabbed some grub. As you waited in the unnecessarily long line you pulled her into a hug and took a quick picture.

When you returned you stood by Reiner, but some big headed bastard had moved in front of your spot. So you climbed into Reiner's shoulders and screamed at the stage from your pretty impressive view.

Connie dared you to throw your bra on stage, but didn't actually think you'd do it. His face, and literally everyone around you, was priceless. In fact, you got a round of applause.

Hanje was video tapping about 90% of it, but they often drapped a hand around your shoulders and pulled you into the video, the two of you singing along to the musicians voice.

You and Levi held hands when a soft song came on, him pulling you into his chest at just the right note. You dipped your head into the chin, enjoying the soft thud of his heartbeat against the deep bass of the speakers. It was nice.

You face timed Bertolt, who unfortunately couldn't attend because he had "work". He enjoyed the concert better from that angle anyways.

You and Historia took a ton of pictures! So many! Some weren't even in focus! But you two didn't care!

Marco grabbed his phone light every chance he got and kept accidentally flashing it in people's eyes. He got you like seven times.

Erwin kept complaining that it was too loud, but you literally saw him full on do the sprinkler because he was vibing so hard.

You and Mikasa went to the bathroom together, and you forced her to take a picture with you. You also got lost on the way back but Mikasa helped guide you back. What would you do without her?

When you returned you ran into ymir and Historia dancing together, laughing and giggling. Damn them and their happiness.

After the show you and Armin went and met the people you watched and got a picture with them. They kept referring to Armin as your boyfriend so in the photo he looks like a tomato. He swore you to secrecy.

On the way back to the apartment you switched riders with Hanje so that she could take Eren home and you could just take Annie back to the apartment you shared. The whole way back you just let loose in the car. Annie could be very loud when with people she trusts entirely.

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Y/n flirts with the AOT gang

Unfortunately for you y/n you're not the sad drunk, clumsy drunk, dancer drunk, you're the flirty drunk. I guess there are worse things, though. These are the times when drunk you has flirted with your friends and their reactions.

One time you got blasted at a work party and Eren had to come drive you home. He was shocked at first, but he truly does care about you and is also the most oblivious person ever so he was just like "okay."

Annie was super confused at first, but she actually really liked the attention. She'd never admit that to you though. So she just kinda bumped shoulders with you and almost knocked you down, had she not caught you.

Jean actually almost shit himself your flirting flustered him so bad. But he realized that you were drunk and immediately lifted you up and took you home.

Armin blushed, squeaked, and giggled. He knew you were drunk but he just couldn't help it. He helped you to bed and you fell asleep next to each other.

Sasha took you out to eat immediately after you said you wanted to go on a date with a hot babe like her, because she just needs one reason to go get something to munch on. It helped sober you up and when you puked she held your hair. Besties.

You did have a line though and you never actually flirted with Historia or Ymir but Ymir always took videos of you drunk and Historia always made sure to help you to bed. Those two were your constant watch dogs though when you were having fun.

Reiner "pretends" to go along with your flirting. He really just likes it because your hawt. "oh really? Tell me more about my eyes." He does however makes sure no one messes with you and always makes sure you get home safely.

When you get drunk around Mikasa the Ackerman always just pats you on the head. Sometimes though she makes fun of you.

Whenever you flirt with Connie hes also drunk so he flirts back. The two of you are the most chaotic drunk duo though and always end up breaking shit.

Erwin tells you to stop. "Stop that y/n, it's weird." But he's always blushing when he says that and he acts like a parent. "No, no more tequila!"

Hange will literally just have fun with drunk you. She'd vibe and even give you her glasses.

Marco would think it's really funny, but he'd stick with you for as long as he needs to to make sure you're okay and then he'll take you home.

Levi will look so annoyed and so done but he'll blush and wrap his fingers with yours. Much like Jean, he'll try to take you home as soon as possible. He gets jealous way too easily for this and often he'll stay the night with you.

Bertolt's brain literally melts. Reiner has to drag him away from you. You've broken the poor man.

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They walk in on you changing

Annie- She opened the door and come in without even paying attention, realized you were essentially naked when you squealed. She rolls her eyes, and mutters "look the door next time," but that's a mental image she'll be keeping for a while.

Armin- he doesn't even allow himself a second peak, immediately putting his hand over his eyes. "Oh! I'm so sorry y/n! I-i-yeah!" He practically runs out of there faster than lightening.

Bertolt- He freezes, and you have to push him out. His brain dies and he stands outside your door for several minutes still trying to process.

Connie- he doesn't even notice you, but when you yell at him he simply turns and farts at you.

Eren- "If you were changing why didn't you lock the door?"

Erwin- "I'm sorry I thought this was the bathroom. Did you get a new book shelf?"

Hanje- She comes in, sees that your changing and puts a hand over her eyes, continuing to tell you what she wanted.

Jean- he puts his hands on his hips and smiles, "you knew I was coming, didn't you?"

Levi- he doesn't really care and neither do you (nothing he hasn't seen before) but he doesn't make sure to shut the door and wrap you on the head. "you have a lock, brat, use it."

Marco- opens door. "Whoops." Closes door. "Sorry y/n!"

Mikasa- "hey y/n," just continues.

Sasha had half a donut in her mouth when she walked in on you and then immediately it fell from her mouth when she turned and saw your body. she blinked and quickly bent over, grabbing her donut and covered her eyes, but only partially.

Reiner- "Hey, y/n I- Woah! Nice ra-" you effectively cut him off by throwing a shoe at his face.

Historia- "Oh! Sorry sweetie, you're so pretty, oh my goodness!"

Ymir- after storming in she proclaims, "Historia saw you naked, I have to kill you now."

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They find you crying

We all have those days, and this is when they find you having one.

Ymir found you in the your bedroom, completely bundled in blankets with the lights shut off. She notices that you've been crying because your sniffing loudly, but says nothing about it. "Hey, Y/n, do you have the wifi password?"

She'd leave, but tell Historia, knowing Historia is better suited to check on and deal with helping you. Historia will walk in and raise her hands, in an open hug. You'll wordlessly scootch over and allow her to slide in beside you and gently pull you into her grasp.

Sasha heard you crying and grabbed her comfort snacks, a blanket, and the puppy. All of which she carried into your bedroom. The two of you would sit, eat, and watch some comfort shows. "it's the best medicine!"

Reiner saw your car parked outside the apartments and thought he'd knock on your car window. When he got up to your window though, he noticed the tears that were streaking down your face. He'd immediately climb into the other side of the car, hopping into the passenger seat. You're shocked, having not even noticed him hanging outside your car to begin with. "Uh, Reiner?" "So," he buckles up. "Who did it?"

Mikasa could hear you crying when she was up late at night, (your door had been open a crack.) So she grabbed some ice cream and two spoons, and wordlessly walked into your room. She said nothing and didn't press you for information, and the two of you shared Sasha's favorite ice cream.

Marco witnessed you go full on break down mode after a ROUGH day and immediately gave you the greatest pep talk known to man. You were so amazed at his genuinely kind words you stopped crying, but Marco had become so touched that he had started.

You had actually went to Levi's apartment, and sat with him. He made you tea and listened silently as you told him about what had happened and how sad you felt. He didn't press any advice on you or dry your tears with grandiose words, but he genuinely listened and acknowledged your feelings. Then you cuddled, and it was more than enough.

Jean said something flirty to you and for one reason or another it set you off and tears were aflowing. At first he panicked because he thought he made you cry. When he realized it wasn't him, he gently brought you into him and held you as you cried into his shirt. Finally you looked up at him and he wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, "Would sex make you feel better?"

You called Hanje and told what happened after a particularly rough day, so she and moblit went and grabbed you some takeout and spent the day with you. They even took you to egg the offenders house. Revenge is sweet.

Erwin thought you were sick, so he left after finding you crying in your room, bought you soup, made it and just acted like you were sick. You didn't have the heart to tell him the truth.

Eren saw you crying and then flicked you in the head and promptly left. You were stunned, but also found it funny and confusing, so you stopped crying.

Connie facetimed you and by the end you weren't crying because you were sad, but because Connie's really fucking stupid.

Bertolt noticed you were in your room for a while so he checked on you. He gave you a hug and then asked you very nicely to "stop crying."

Armin literally sat his ass down and stayed with you until the two of you fell asleep. He's a top tier friend who cares deeply about your emotional health so he does everything he can to sort you out. He holds your hand, nods, listens, gives you advice, and agrees with you.

Annie calls you a crybaby but she sits down beside you none the less. She doesn't press nor did she speak. But she wants you to know that's she's here in her own special Annie way.

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cotyledonal · 3 years ago

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hi iris have you ever listened to weezers green album? personally, i'm a bigger fan of the white album but (i am asked to leave)

what i have for you is two albums. maggot by dazey and the scouts has a bit of a raunchier riot grrl beat but their songs are really fun and hype (i'm a big fan of maggot and groan). both are floral themed songs but somehow do it completely differently.

the second album is I Need To Start a Garden by haley heynderickx. WHERE DO I BEGIN! my favorite songs are Jo (there has never been a more tender and loving and powerful lament. this is what orpheus sang to let eurydice go. also lesbianisms). The second is Untitled God Song (which has defined a lot of my faith and my grapple w it more specifically). oom sha la la is amazing as well, i think you'll like it for reasons we've talked about in the past.

so i offer these to you with a bit of light metal because i can't help myself. sextape by deftones. here's my propaganda! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed yours (which was a lot!) we have a venn diagram of music tastes so i hope this falls in the middle.

I listened to the Dazey and the Scouts album while eating a couple of hot dogs and I think that might be the ideal listening experience

a v solid album !! I love how balls-to-the-wall insane they’re willing to go lmao. I usually don’t like Funny Music™ bc the song often just. stops in its tracks to deliver the punchline, and it makes me cringe, wail, etc. but they wove it in really well. good for them. good for them

my only gripe is. the MIXING. the lyrics + vocals are so good but they’re so QUIET compared to the instruments,,, tbh that’s the only tell that this is a debut album. otherwise it’s really competent. I don’t fuck w tiktok or official spotify playlists so I probably wouldn’t have heard of them on my own ty 🙏

I HAVE heard of Haley Heynderickx, but I ignored her exclusively bc of the spelling of her last name. you only get one quirky variation in your last name that’s the rule. you can’t have “eyn” AND “derick” AND “x”, you gotta pick ONE!! it Annoys me. yes I’m extremely petty, yes I should be ashamed. I suppose I shall set aside my unfounded bitchiness for the sake of Friendship

anyway I was kind of guaranteed to like this (indie folk? check. complicated relationship w God/your place in the world? check. using nature as both a home and a metaphor? check. a song longer than 7 min? check) so uhhh thanks for the final push? Untitled God Song IS very relatable, we are spinning in a circle about this

I liked Sextape, but I don’t like nu metal/nu metal-adjacent 90s alt overall, so I probably won’t get into Deftones further 😔 sorry

I have So Many artists in my library that are comparable to Haley Heynderickx and that whole vibe which I think you’d love, but for right now (bc I don’t want to drown you in the Deluge of folk music), my only rec is that you listen to more Lady Lamb if you haven’t already. she’s my favorite artist of all time I have to do this I'm legally obligated. quick rundown of her albums:

Ripely Pine--her debut. v lyrics-heavy folk rock with touches of big band. it’s basically the Ultimate Dyke Drama Album, and yes it’s explicitly about a female love interest. the writing is some of the best I’ve ever heard; it’s v visceral in a rambly, poetic kind of way. lots of stuff about devouring-in-a-homosexual-way here

After--^same type of intense folk rock, but with slightly less of a focus on Dyke Drama and more on traveling, self-discovery, what-the-hell-is-happening-ever, well-at-least-I’m-gay. honestly imagine the themes of I Need to Start a Garden but the music is wayyy higher energy. also there’s a song about oral named Penny Licks which I just think is delightful

Tender Warriors Club--oh hey I got my current blog title from the last track on this! it’s a lot more spare with its instrumentation than her other albums, bc it’s. it’s Tender . and also the writing still SLAPS

Even in the Tremor--the most chill out of all her albums. religion’s always been a motif in her music, but it becomes a major theme here (this has Young Disciple !). I prefer the rougher production of her previous work, but it’s still p solid!

she also has 4 singles out currently that don’t have albums--We’ve Got a Good Thing Going + Arizona back in 2020, and Wolves of our Want + Ivy in the last month (please girl release a new album I will give you my major organs pl--). they are all v good.

picking out songs from her discog to recommend kinda feels like picking favorite children, but I think you specifically would like Aubergine, Crane Your Neck, Milk Duds, and We Are Nobody Else

#music tag #I got recced lady lamb by a wlw on tumblr. now I get to be the wlw on tumblr reccing lady lamb. character development

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shirtlesssammy · 4 years ago

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15x14 Bullet Point Rambles

The recap catches us up like NO TIME DURING A TERRIBLE ENDLESS PANDEMIC HAS PASSED

Also, hi! We missed this, bbys <3

Dean’s in an apron, which brings me joy. Jack’s in his room brooding, which is what one does with a soul! VALID

The bunker’s air system goes down, and Dean heads off to handle some pipes, wink wink? (Sorry, Cas isn’t in this episode, which takes some of the fun off of our endless joy in innuendo.)

A random lady pulls out some Scooby Doo underwear Dean owns and folds it. YES GOOD. “Mrs. Butters” is her name, which is delightful and makes me crave butter cookies. Is she a Lady of Letters?

Boris: Ooo I prefer “Lady of Letters” to “Woman of Letters”

Mrs. Butters whooshes into the runes of the bunker when it goes into standby! She’s like a woo woo mystical version of a mysterious spaceship AI found drifting around a desolate planet.

The Men of Letters incorporating Mrs. Butters’ magic into the bunker is so very misogynistic, colonial, etc. and we hope there will be a reckoning and freeing later on in this episode because we are squicked out

Boris: We love how Jack has aged in this show even though, as a 30-some year old man, the actor CLEARLY has not actually aged significantly

This episode is actually perfectly timed for right now, so close to the holidays. Thanks, global pandemic?

“Enjoy the world you’re fighting for!” is a wonderful sentiment for Mrs. B to tell Sam! #End of Season Goals

We’re over Dean wearing this nightgown when he’s not a cartoon but ALSO he’s adorable? Help us

We love the race to head out on a hunt like they’re Ghostbusters. ADORBS

Jack’s alone with Mrs. B and we ARE concerned for him since she seems both judgey and mysterious. Her weak “oooooh” when he confesses to killing Mary just made us both LOL IRL though

“Life gives us second chances and it’s our obligation to hold onto them.” BRB waving a lighter at this statement

Look at these well fed, easy hunting babies! This…is how the series ends, right? With this musical montage?

MJOLNER!!! Sam “Worthy McWorthypants” Winchester

Boris wants to know why Jack keeps getting fed smoothies. We are VERY SUSPICIOUS

Hey we’re still pretty grossed out by the Men of Letters indoctrination of Mrs. Butters into their mission. AAAAND now we’re thinking Mrs. B sees Jack as a threat

SAM WANTS TO GO OUT ON A DATE WITH EILEEN AAAAAUUUUUUGH

Whoa Mrs. B. is calling Jack out on his all powerful being thing. (But is Mrs. B concerned about the same for herself? Inquiring minds would like to know - give me your codas)

BORIS IS RIGHT ABOUT THE SMOOTHIES winner winner chicken dinner. Mrs. B wants to get rid of all monsters and that is some properly strong brainwashing

Dean looks at Mrs. B and his sandwich…and prepares to kill her while mourning sandwiches in general. Dean bby

Sam gets home past his “curfew.” Is it the morning after? WE NEED TO KNOW

Aw, Dean’s being a good wing man for his brother, even mid-capture. Good Bean

Jack asks Dean is he thinks he’s a monster. Dean admits that he’s trying to forget what Jack did, but he has let enough rage go to want to save Jack

Sam gets trapped by Mrs. B. (Boris, sidetracked: Mmmmhmmmm Sam always looks good in a V-neck)

Mrs. B now has Dean AND Jack AND Sam trapped…oof. Sam argues for Jack’s life to Mrs. B.

“Mister Cuthbert taught me that pain can be a wonderful teacher.” UGH I’m concerned for Sam’s safety but also feel for Mrs. B. AND THEN SHE PULLS OFF SAM’S NAIL never mind kill her

Dean hits the reset button on the bunker instead of standby, and Mrs. B runs free. She tries to take out her crazy traumatized past on Jack

Dean pleads for Jack: “He can save the world!” No pressure, Jack!

Mrs. B breaks down, her conditioning shedding. And I’m glad this episode really DID come around to recognizing that she was used by Cuthbert! Good job, show!

PHEW we are glad Mrs. B healed Sam’s hand, otherwise he would’ve had to wait for Cas to get back and we would’ve had to think about it some more....yeesh

Mrs. B heads back to the beautiful woods! Back into the world!

“It’s an interdimensional geoscope,” Mrs. B finally explains to Dean about that random giant telescope in the library. (He says he doesn’t see anything when he looks through it, and she’s gently concerned. SEND US YOUR CODAS)

Sam and Jack connect at the end of the episode. Jack’s worried that if he was trapped by Mrs. B then he may never be able to kill God. UGH sorry Jack this pressure is rough bby. I’ll send you some chocolate

Dean MAKES JACK A BIRTHDAY CAKE and we want to squish Dean’s wittle cheeks. (Think how many bonus points this will buy him in Cas’s estimation EYEBROW WAGGLE)

We’re in the endgame now! Hold us!!!

#spn 15x14 #last holiday #supernatural season 15 #spn thoughts

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asphyxiateher · 4 years ago

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Only Monsters Come Out at Night

Chapter 5: I’ll Tell You My Sins So You Can Sharpen Your Knife

Summary: Desdemona is slowly losing herself but survival is still critical, especially when she must spend time with Daniela alone. A/N: Thank you all for the support, I’ve been busy with work but this story in my head needs to be written so I can get it out of my system. lol I’ll polish and edit this when I can. :)

To say the previous night was eventful would be an understatement but to Cassandra’s credit, she did not push for more than what Desdemona was willing to give. Now, Desdemona wasn’t saying that Cassandra was gentle or pleasant when she declined engaging in more intimate activities, but Cassandra understood the meaning of “no” and backed off in exchange for learning more about Desdemona. The smaller girl thought she was being clever by saying she would only get physical with her if they took the time to get to know each other better first and she was surprised when Cassandra reluctantly agreed. Des introduced Cassandra to the laptop she had brought with her on their trip and the woman was in absolute awe of the power of modern-day technology. She had begun explaining about what movies were and what she currently had downloaded onto her pc when Cassandra astonished Desdemona with a personal question.

“What brought you all the way out here in the first place anyway, Little One? Don’t get me wrong, you’re the most fascinating group of visitors we’ve had in such a long time, but for a pretty face like you to be stranded out here on your own with me? Seems foolish.” Cassandra asked as she lay on the bed next to Desdemona who suddenly snapped her laptop shut.

“Desmond and I graduated from college and we had money saved up to go embark on what was supposed to be a memorable adventure. I’ve always been into horror and science fiction movies as well as novels and comic books so I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tour the castle that inspired Bram Stoker’s Dracula, one of my favorite classics. Look how well that turned out.” Desdemona says bitterly, nervously fiddling with her fingers.

Cassandra attempted to reach out and wrap her fingers around Desdemona’s hand, but she became hesitant and pulled back instead as if she were unsure if the gesture would be welcome.

“Your brother is dead. That is something we cannot undo but I understand your anger. Bela and Daniela are trying at times, but I do love them more than anything really. I have the power to kill at will and I will not falter should anything happen to my dear sisters. You, on the other hand, are persevering in a way that’s admirable, Desdemona. You are innocent and you want to survive. You are stronger for that more than you’ll ever know.” Cassandra tells her quietly, her teeth wedged between her lips as though she may have said too much to her human plaything.

Desdemona was taken aback by what Cassandra had said and it must have shown on her face because Cassandra suddenly looked irritated with how deep the conversation was going.

“If you are not going to allow me the pleasures of your flesh, then allow me to drink from you as I’m quite parched!” She snarled before she pounced on top of Desdemona, her razor-sharp teeth flashing dangerously. One minute, she’s howling in pain the moment Cassandra pierces through her skin and begins drinking her blood and the very next, she passes out from the blood loss while still laying underneath the ill-tempered vampire. She sleeps for a few hours, only stirring awake when she feels a comfortable presence beside her. She groggily opens her eyes only to find Veronica staring at her, concern clearly etched on her face.

“Shh, shh hey, you’re okay now, Dezzy. C’mere, let me take a look at you. You were tossing and turning the whole time after they brought you back down here. I don’t know what they did to you, but we can switch places if you’d like. I think Lady Dimitrescu might take a liking to you.” Veronica says jokingly as she runs shaky fingers through Desdemona’s tangled locks.

Desdemona sighs at the contact and smiles at her best friend’s attempt to soothe her.

“That’s funny, V. Not sure I fancy calling my dentist and canceling all future appointments ‘cause I found a titan of woman with big tits to pull all my teeth for me. Nah, I think I’ll stick to reluctantly donating my blood to three horny vampire women, thank you very much.” Desdemona scoffs out a laugh when Veronica playfully swats at her arm.

“Fuck off, it was only a few teeth and yeah, that crazy bitch has got fists the size of hams so of course she can knock them straight out of me!” Veronica exclaimed. “Ugh. I’ll be honest though Des, I’m scared. Not for me ‘cause I know what’s coming if I keep putting up a fight, but I’m scared for you.” She continues, her voice now a whisper as she lays down on the cold hard stone floor and placing her hand on top of Desdemona’s.

“I’m scared for both of us. Why aren’t you more worried about you?” Desdemona squeezes her best friend’s hand and rests her head against Veronica’s shoulder.

“You’re being forced to entertain three vampires who could bleed you dry the way Elizabeth Bathory did her victims. The way they manhandle you and take occasional sips from you is fucking horrific! I don’t understand how you’re not freaking out over it.” Veronica licks her chapped lips and glances back at Desdemona. “These could be our very last moments alive together. I need you to promise me that you will look for weaknesses that we can use against them. Fight for your right to live, babes, fight for Desmond the way he would have wanted us to. We can’t keep taking what they’re giving us, it will kill us.”

Deep down, Desdemona knew her best friend was right but how could she expect her to put up a fight against three undead creatures that can transform into a massive ball of insects at any given time? She felt so helpless and utterly alone in the way that made her feel insignificant next to her best friend. Veronica was fearless in the face of death and Desdemona felt like a coward. She wanted to survive this ordeal so badly, she practically groveled in submission to be spared from any form of punishment and observing the bruises and cuts along on V’s skin, she felt so incredibly guilty for not putting up a hard enough fight.

“V, I don’t know how to explain it. I want to get out of here as much as you do, but as soon as my mind tells me to do something logical, I do the exact opposite. It’s like I do not want any of Alcina’s daughters to hate me, so I go out of my way to please them. It’s driving me crazy, and I don’t know if I’m just weak willed when it comes to them but fuck it…I just don’t want to die.” Desdemona admits, turning her head to face Veronica who meets her gaze at the same time.

“Nothing wrong with wanting to live a little longer but don’t throw away your dignity for these monsters who don’t give a flying fuck about you. From what the countess herself has said about her daughters is that they entertain whatever pretty little maiden comes their way for a minute before they get bored and eat their corpse when they’re done. Don’t let them belittle you, use you, and kill you when you’re worth more than you’ll ever know.” Veronica tells her before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. Feeling renewed, Desdemona continues to enjoy the few moments of peace with her best friend before they hear the dreaded sound of heels clicking in the dungeon.

“Well, cur, you know what it’s time for and you’ll be delighted to know I have so many wonderful things to show you. Get up, and brace yourself because after this, I guarantee you that you will not be the same after today.” Alcina declares as she unlocks the chamber door to their room.

Veronica grudgingly sits up and sighs, squeezing Desdemona’s hands one last time before standing. “Alcina, what a lovely surprise. I was just beginning to miss you, my lady. Oh, how I’ve been withering away down here knowing that I’ve gone a day without a beating. Thank you oh so much for finally blessing us with your presence.” Veronica says with a smirk only for it to be smacked off her face a second later.

“Silence, heathen! You will speak only when spoken to. For now, you will only be required to observe and shadow a maiden I no longer have use for. As for you, Desdemona, Daniela will be waiting in the library. Do not keep her waiting, dear.” Alcina says ominously, a chill running down Desdemona’s spine at the mere mention of her youngest daughter’s name.

Veronica casts her a fleeting sympathetic look before they both follow Lady Dimitrescu out of the cellar. Once they had gone their separate ways, Desdemona’s anxiety climbed to seemingly immeasurable heights. She came out of her previous encounters with lady Dimitrescu’s other daughters alive so that was good, but what of Daniela? She already gave off the impression that she was delusional and violent when provoked so Desdemona’s chance of survival at this rate was questionable at best.

When Desdemona arrived in front of the entrance to the library, she took a few deep breaths to calm herself. After a few more minutes of contemplating whether she should enter Daniela’s realm, she makes up her mind and crosses the threshold. Her jaw drops at the magnificent sight behold her. She’s in a vast circular room that is surrounded by sumptuous bookshelves and brilliant décor that has her almost envying the fact that this space belonged to someone like Daniela.

“Are you looking for me, darling? Come play with me, I’ll let you live in the meantime.” A shrill voice from behind one of the bookcases catches Desdemona off guard and she nearly trips over herself when she turns to find Daniela quickly approaching her.

“H-hi Daniela, I came to s-see you. How are you doing?” Desdemona asks as she continues to back away from the dangerous woman staring at her with the unmistakable look of hunger in her eyes. Daniela laughs uncontrollably and covers her mouth when she’s done. The red headed woman gives Desdemona an agonizingly slow once-over and licks her lips as though she were feeling ravenous at the sight.

“You’re so sweet to ask. You must have fallen hard for me, but you shouldn’t be surprised; everyone falls for me in time.” Daniela says in an almost sickeningly sweet voice. ‘Ok, so this fucking lunatic thinks you’re in love with her. Good, maybe she’d be less inclined to kill you.’ Desdemona thinks to herself, her back now pressed against a polished marble column.

“Y-yeah, I wanted to see you but only if you weren’t busy. I just thought you could use some company.” Des replies. This pleases Daniela immensely, so she takes a step closer to inhale the other girl’s scent. She was terrified and her blood smelled so delicious because of it. She needed to taste her, absorb everything that was Desdemona and revel in the symphony of her screams when she was done with her.

“I could always use company, especially yours, my love. A few moments ago, I would have been just fine snuggling by the fireplace and having you read with me. Now that you’re here smelling quite tasty, there’s something else I want.” She says with a giggle before instantly making moves so that she was now only a few inches apart from Desdemona’s face.

Desdemona gasps when Daniela reveals her hidden sickle and suddenly tears a long cut through her shirt and pants. Moaning in ecstasy, Daniela begins to pick apart her torn clothing and caresses the smooth expanse of skin that was exposed to her. Desdemona shuts her eyes and turns her head to the side when the other woman lunges at her with an open mouth.

“Ugh, why are you rejecting me? Don’t you love me? Apologize at once and I’ll forgive you. Everybody makes mistakes.” Daniela whispers in a low, threatening tone. Desdemona feels tears begin to form when Daniela lowers her head and begins to suck and gently nibble on her neck. Veronica’s words come to mind about not putting up with whatever form of abuse they were going to give and she tries to summon every ounce of bravery she could muster. She pushes hard against Daniela and frees herself from her grasp. She twists and begins running in the other direction, not looking back at the crazed woman shrieking at her.

“Why are you doing this to me? I thought you loved me!” Desdemona was about to reach the doorway that led out of the library when a massive ball of insects appeared before her. She wasn’t able to react quickly enough so when she tried to turn again, she felt Daniela pounce on her from behind, tackling her to the floor. There was no use struggling against the immortal creature that perched herself on top of her so when Daniela forcefully flipped her onto her back, Desdemona saw her life flash before her eyes the moment Daniela raised her sickle, as if she were ready to swing at her. The logical part of her brain wanted this to end quickly, to spare herself from further embarrassment every time she pleaded for her life. But then there were dark whispers from an unknown entity, her broken survival instincts or those pesky intrusive thoughts perhaps, that were telling her to kiss Daniela in order to calm her down. She doesn’t know why or how it makes perfect sense but it does; Desdemona could either choose to die on her own terms or she could appease this goddess before her and worship her.

‘Where the hell are those thoughts coming from and why do I have a sudden urge to kiss Daniela? Gods help me.’ The frantic thoughts are the last to cross her mind as Desdemona leans up and yanks Daniela close to her level by her pendant.

Daniela’s eyes widen in surprise when she feels Desdemona’s lips press themselves against hers. After a few tense moments of not receiving the response she was hoping for, Desdemona begins pulling away but then she’s pulled back into a more frenzied, intense kiss. Daniela sighs against her mouth, her sickle dropping and causing the sound of metal clanging against the floor to echo in the room. When the need for air becomes too great for the smaller girl, she gently breaks the kiss and Daniela is suddenly looking at her with hooded eyes, desire visible in those beautiful golden hued orbs of hers. “Why did you run away from me? I hate it when my pretty playthings run away from me.” Daniela asks softly, the delicate tone in her voice surprising the both of them.

Desdemona’s voice wavers when she speaks, but she steadies herself by cautiously wrapping an arm around Daniela’s neck. She doesn’t know why she’s actively reaching out to touch the dangerous red-headed woman, she can’t explain why she’s craving for more contact, but she does and it’s scary as hell. “B-because I don’t want my f-first time with anyone to be meaningless. I’ve n-never gotten this close with anyone before and…I want it to be special. Call me old fashioned, but I’d rather you slit my throat right now before I give myself to you. I need to know you on a deeper level.” Desdemona’s cheeks are flushed a deep crimson color as she admits this, not knowing why she’s opening herself up like this to Daniela but those darker thoughts that linger somewhere in her mind are praising her.

Daniela takes a sharp breath in response to Desdemona’s words and quirks an eyebrow at the smaller girl. She was completely stunned by the revelation.

“Wait, you’re running away from me because you haven’t…not with anyone else before?” Daniela asked carefully.

Desdemona nods, wondering why this would matter to her at all. Daniela was going to slit her throat for wasting her time and-

“Oh Desdemona, why didn’t you tell me sooner? I didn’t mean to make you so nervous! Don’t get me wrong, I’m disappointed that I don’t get to make you mine tonight but I’m willing to wait for you. You’re my soulmate and if you want to get to know me before we get close, then we’ll do just that.” Daniela says, her voice huskier now than it was a moment ago. She reaches in between their pressed bodies and lowers her hand so now that her fingers were skimming along smooth skin until Daniela reaches Desdemona’s underwear.

Underneath Daniela’s fierce, lust filled gaze, Desdemona moans into the other woman’s ear when she feels Daniela cup her womanhood possessively. This prompted Daniela to capture Desdemona’s lips in a ravenous kiss that left her feeling both thirsty and wanting more. The smaller girl, on the other hand, was quickly losing herself in the kiss, not understanding why the dark voices in her head were pressing her to do more. She couldn’t hear Veronica’s words of warning but instead sinister whispers that poisoned her thoughts. Desdemona was almost fully convinced to give herself to Daniela in that moment but then she remembers the conversation she had with her best friend earlier. This was all about survival, that’s all this should be about. She should not be indulging herself like this with these…creatures. ‘Your masters. Address them appropriately.’ The wicked voice in her head is not her own. Alarmed, Desdemona breaks the kiss with Daniela, who dives in again to lick Desdemona’s lips.

“Mmm, judging by the way you kissed me, you want me to be your first, don’t you? I can wait for you darling, but only if you promise that when you’re ready, you’ll come find me. Not Bela, not Cassandra nor my beautiful mother. I want to be the one to break you in. My sisters always get what they want but this, I want this more than anything. Pledge yourself to me.” Daniela murmurs darkly, her teeth gently nibbling on Desdemona’s earlobe.

Desdemona wants to shove her off and run away again while she has the chance. She wants to take Veronica’s hand and escape Castle Dimitrescu together. She just wants to go home, mourn her twin brother with her family and be somewhere safe and quiet and away from all of this.

Instead, Desdemona smiles at Daniela and tucks a few stray strands of red hair behind her ear. It was adorable how Daniela quickly leaned into the touch, a smile of her own gracing blood smeared lips.

“I’m yours, completely. I’ll take good care of you if you promise to do the same to me.” Desdemona says, her voice not following what her brain was trying to command her to say. ‘Kick, scream, run! Don’t let them control you, don’t let them compel you to do anything you don’t want to do –‘ ‘Obey. Listen to your masters, they own you and your body. You are theirs to do as they wish. You belong to them and nobody else. Do not disobey or you will be punished.’

There it was again, the sinister voice that did not belong to her and it was overwhelming.

Whatever rational thoughts Desdemona had as she continued to embrace Daniela in her arms had left. The last thing Desdemona remembers thinking about before she got up to join Daniela in her favorite corner to read was how much darker and menacing the bruises and hickeys all three sisters left on her skin were starting to look. They were deep red and purple, black spider veins were also beginning to sprout and spread throughout her body.

Were Lady Dimitrescu’s daughters subtly infecting her with some kind of disease or were they creating a bond with her every time they bit and clawed at her? Desdemona’s thoughts lingered on the last part before she uncharacteristically ignored what had just transpired between Daniela and herself. Ties had been indeed created but what Desdemona can’t help but wonder what the cost to sharing a dangerous bond with all three women was? She doesn’t think on it much longer as she’s seated on Daniela’s favorite couch and Daniela rests her head on Desdemona’s lap, a chosen book for her to read aloud in hand. Her mind is placated and the desire to please her Mistress takes over. Nothing else mattered anymore.

#only monsters come out at night #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #RE8 Village #Lady Dimitrescu's daughters #Alcina Dimitrescu #Lady Dimitrescu #Lady Dimitrescu's daughters x ofc #Bela Dimitrescu #Bela Dimitrescu x OFC #Cassandra Dimitrescu #Cassandra Dimitrescu x OFC #daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x ofc #mine #chapter update

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nyasha-of-germa-66 · 4 years ago

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Hello! I just found your blog and I'm in love with it ❤v❤ Could I maybe ask for hcs for Luffy, Law and Kid (separately) with a 45/55 year old friend who's like their mom figure who also lives on an small island with her grandkids and they accidentally called her "mom" in front of their crews and they're embarrassed and later she talks to them alone about not being embarrassed because there's nothing wrong with that? I'm so sorry if this was too much to ask for!

Hello, hello! Hopefully, my failure to post at a reasonable time hasn’t tainted your view of my blog, but if it did... I completely understand haha.~ I really loved this request, it was so wholesome and creative! I hope you’ll enjoy, and thank you so much for the request and your patience! 😁

Accidentally Calling Motherly Friend “Mom” HCs - (Luffy, Law, Kid)

Luffy

Dadan and Makino were perhaps the closest people that Luffy could consider as mother figures, but now he's very close friends with one woman who's motherly inside and out. He sees the way she treats her grandchildren, and he feels as though she treats him in a very similar way.

On top of that, Luffy's crew is always teasing him about how his friend is almost like his mom, the way she frets over him and constantly feeds him along with her grandchildren and the way she hugs and comforts him as if he was actually her son.

With all of his crew's teasing and his friend's motherly personality, it's no wonder that one day Luffy slips up and calls her "mom." He doesn't even realize he's said it until Usopp or Nami points it out to him.

Now, Luffy rarely, if ever, gets embarrassed, so to see his cheeks begin to grow a rosy tint before he pulls his straw hat down to hide his face is truly a strange sight to witness.

Things are a little awkward afterwards with Luffy staying relatively quiet, only speaking when spoken to but with a mopey tone in his voice. He wants to run back to the Thousand Sunny, but he reckons Zoro or Franky will stop him, maybe even Robin, too.

Luffy eventually finds a chance to leave when his friend's grandkids ask him to go outside to play, to which he happily accepts and flees the scene. How could he say something so weird?

Once the children are done playing, they go inside to wash up and grab some snacks while Luffy chooses to stay outside. He's so caught up in his thoughts that he hardly hears his friend walking up to him until she takes a seat next to him and puts a hand on his shoulder, startling him quite a bit.

She laughs and asks him why he's outside by himself, and when he tells her its about the embarrassing mishap, she laughs and brings him into a tight hug. Seeing her lighthearted reaction, he'll laugh, too, saying that he doesn't even know why he called her "mom" in the first place since he's never called anyone that before.

As she reassures him that she doesn't mind being called "mom," Luffy's wearing a huge grin on his face and joking about how he's finally found himself a mom.

It's not obvious since Luffy is almost always grinning and laughing, but after this encounter, he's just gleaming with joy. Blood-related or not, anyone who treats him like family would get nothing but the best from him.

Law

From time to time, Law will mourn the loss of his family even after all the years that have passed, especially when it's their birthdays or the anniversary of their death. The death of his family weighs heavily in the back of his mind, but he never once thought he'd become so close to another motherly figure.

Law was surprised at all of the advantages of having a motherly friend to dote on him. He likes to think that he's got his life figured out and that he's capable of handling himself, but he learns so much from this friend that he'll often call her up in search of advice.

His crew absolutely adores his friend and her grandchildren, so they've all pretty much integrated themselves into her family. They even go so far as to call her "mom," too. Unfortunately, the crew's habit of calling her "mom" must've grown on Law subconsciously.

Out of the blue during one of their visits to the small island, Law mistakenly call his friend "Mom" and doesn't even pick up on it. The room suddenly grows quiet as his friend and his crew stare at him in bewilderment.

He's confused at first, and when they reveal to him his slip-up, he looks on with astonishment at his embarrassing mistake. Just what was he thinking!?

His face goes red, of course, because his crew is laughing and teasing him about joining them as his friend's "adopted children." And all he can really do is slump back in his seat and pull his hat down over his face.

Luckily, he's not the center of attention for long since the conversation quickly changes to a new subject, but he replays the memory in his head over and over again, wanting to throw himself into the ocean. With everyone else preoccupied, he makes a quick escape to the other room where he grovels at his mistake.

When his motherly friend enters the room to check on him, he apologizes for making things awkward. He's more than surprised at her lighthearted response saying that she doesn't mind being called "Mom."

It's comforting to hear her say that, and her kindness and acceptance is something he cherishes. He sees his own mom in his friend, and it's almost as if he's been reunited with his deceased mother, just through a whole different person.

Despite the horrible first experience of calling his friend "Mom," Law feels relieved at having someone he can consider family, almost like he's filled a hole in his heart that he never knew he had. And with his friend's fondness toward the nickname, Law decides he'll call her "Mom" but only when the two are alone.

Kid

Kid has never really prioritized making friends or building strong relationships with his family, but he does make one exception for a very special lady.

Sure, she tends to scold him for his reckless behavior and his unprecedented cruelty which gets on his nerves, but he can never bring himself to dislike her in any way. He's much too attached, and the pros of having her as a friend far outweigh the cons.

Her constant encouragement and support of his dreams are more than welcoming to Kid. And for that reason, he's sworn to protect her island and her family, often mentioning that she's the only person to ever get this kind of treatment from him and that she should feel lucky.

One day during a particular visit, Kid is spending his time catching up with his motherly friend, while Killer and a few others are playing with the grandchildren in the same room. Meanwhile, the kids keep calling for their mom to watch them do somersaults despite their mother being in the middle of a story.

She apologizes to Kid for the disruption and turns her attention to her grandchildren for a moment, praising them for their impressive skills before returning to Kid to continue her story.

As Kid was waiting for the mother to finish, he noticed a new picture frame hanging on the wall. Curious, he decides to ask her about it. And in the midst of the children chanting for their mom and Kid preparing to ask his question, he accidentally says, "Hey, Ma, what's-?" He barely manages to catch himself, and it's absolute torture for him.

His face is nearly as red as his hair, and he doesn't even know how to react. He can hear muffled chuckles from his crewmates with Killer trying to shush them. When that fails Killer shoos the children and small group of pirates outside, leaving Kid to pout alone with his friend.

Kid tries to tell her it was an accident and that she ought to forget about it if she knows what's good for her. They're nothing but empty threats, and his friend knows that. So instead, she gives his arm a comforting squeeze and tells him that she doesn't mind if he refers to her as "Ma" since she finds it fitting.

He tries to argue with her, but she uses her motherly skills to quiet his fussing and convinces him to calm down. He's still embarrassed, of course, yet he's now able to calmly ask her to never bring it up again since his crew is likely to poke fun at him later. And she agrees, much to his relief.

It's comforting to know that such a close friend is willing to consider herself family to him. In fact, he's delighted to hear her say that, but Kid feels that it's better if they remain friends. After all, it'd be hard on his friend and her grandchildren if someone they considered family never returned from the seas again. But hey, he now knows someone he can call "Ma."

#one piece headcanons #monkey d luffy #trafalgar law #eustass kid #one piece luffy #one piece law #one piece kid #nyasha of germa 66 #thank you for the ask!

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cakelanguage · 4 years ago

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A very self-indulgent fluffy piece for RiVer. I just want these two to have a happy ending so I’m giving it to them! I hope you like this :)

You can also read this on AO3

It wasn’t even noon when V got a ping on her Agent from River. A small smile graced her face despite being in the middle of taking out another gonk for Wakako. The gig wasn’t hard - a simple in-and-out retrieval of some intel that’d fallen into the wrong hands, but even simple jobs sometimes involved taken out a guy or two. This one was harmless, not even worth the street cred it might get her for taking him out so she simply knocked him out and stuffed him in one of the bins conveniently posted outside the room.

Really it was like they were asking for people to just dump bodies in them. Actually, that was probably exactly what they wanted to happen. Fewer cleanups for the police to have to deal with and all.

Pocketing the shard that’d been on the desk, she pulled up River’s text.

Hey babe, you busy?

She grinned and quickly sent a negative to him. She barely found time to hang out with River, what with all the Arasaka and Johnny bullshit she’d been dealing with the past few months. Now that she wasn’t in imminent death from the Relic she honestly just wanted to spend some time with her boyfriend. Fuck if she wasn’t going to take advantage of River and her not being busy.

You available to call?

For you? Always. xoxo

She could almost hear Johnny groaning at her being mushy. She felt a pang of loss as she thought about the rockerboy and placed a kiss on her fist before she raised it to the sky. She hoped Johnny was out there somewhere giving the corpos hell from the deepest levels of cyberspace.

The call popped up and she quickly answered as she walked toward the drop-off point.

“Hey River,” V chirped, quickly taking in his appearance in the little window in the upper corner of her vision.

“V, hey yourself,” River said, a lop-sided grin settling easily on his face. “How’ve you been?”

She hummed noncommittally. “Can’t complain too much, definitely been missing morning cuddles though.” And perfect cups of coffee. And the polarity of temperatures between River’s cybernetic hand and the warmth of his skin. And kisses.

She felt needy, missing him so much and all the little things he did. But maybe needy wasn't so bad.

“I’ve missed them too.”

“Think we can change that then?”

“Yeah, case is closed and I’ll be back by this evening.”

If V could’ve purred with delight she would have. “Mm, I’m a lucky girl.”

River laughed, shaking his head. “I’m the lucky one.”

Warmth flooded her cheeks and she didn’t even try to hide her pleased grin. “As much as I’d love to just talk about how lucky we are to have each other, something tells me this isn’t strictly a pleasure call.”

Her boyfriend gave her an abashed smile. “You caught me,” he admitted.

She laughed. “Well go on, let’s hear it,” V teased. “What do you need? A contact? A lead? Someone, to do some super sleuthing?”

“No, no, nothing like that, it’s uh- it’s actually kind of a favor for me and Joss.”

Since she’d met River she’d steadily been getting closer and closer with Joss. It was nice to have another girlfriend, though with Judy and Panam, not to mention Misty and Rogue (if she could count Rogue), she wasn’t exactly lacking in them.

But Joss was different. She was a single mom who busted her ass to provide for her family. It reminded her starkly of her older sister back when the Bakkers were still around. And though Joss sometimes brought up painful memories for her, she loved the woman.

“I don’t mind helping you two out,” V reassured, finally dropping off the shard. She’d get the eddies within the next half hour and if need be she could split her earnings to give to the family. “Anything you need, I’m your girl.”

A husky chuckle echoes over the coms. "Anything, huh?"

"I helped take down one of the leading corpos in the world with an engram of a rockstar slowly taking over my brain - I'm open to just about anything at this point."

"Fair enough." River let out a breath of air. "Joss asked me if I'd meet her this afternoon at Heywood General Hospital to pick up Randy."

V's eyes widened. "He's been cleared for release?" She hadn't thought Randy would be released for another few weeks. It'd been touch-and-go at the beginning and although he'd come a long way since the farm, he still had plenty of recovering to do.

"Yeah, I was shocked too, but I've been visiting him and he's doing a lot better than he was."

Anything would've been better than the drug-induced catatonia that he'd been in when River and V had found him in that barn. She was still haunted by the half-lidded eyes and slack jaw that had been behind that plastic mask. "That's great," her shoulders relaxed from their previous position, "I'm glad he's doing better."

"Me too, and Joss is happy she gets to bring him home."

"He gonna be in his trailer again?"

River made a noncommittal noise. "That's up to him really. We don't know how he'll feel about being alone now but we've decided to let Randy feel his way through this one."

Made the most sense to V. "Alright so you and Joss are going to pick up Randy and you want me too…?" V asked, shifting their conversation back to the favor River and Joss wanted.

"Oh uh right yeah," River scratched the back of his neck. V wanted nothing more than to ease the man's nerves about whatever he was going to ask. "Since Joss and I are going to be getting Randy, we need someone to watch Dorian and Monique." He didn't pause to let her get a word in edgewise. "Usually one of the neighbors can watch them but most of them are busy and then I might've suggested that we could ask you." He scratched at his cheek and shifted his gaze to the side. "You can say of course, but I figured-"

"Babysitting the little rugrats?" V asked with a grin, interrupting her boyfriend's spiel. "You trust me to watch 'em?"

"V," River had that tone to his voice that was part scolding and part fond, "you're their 'Auntie V,' they'll be cheering when they find out you're watching them."

"I don't know, you did joke that I was the one who needed a babysitter."

He snorted and raised a meaningful brow. "And sometimes you do, but I have total faith in you on this. As does Joss."

"Well I guess I can trust Joss' judgment," V teased. "I can be there in twenty."

River's shoulders sagged at her acceptance. "Thanks, babe."

That mushy feeling returned with vengeance and V was sure she had some stupid look on her face. “Want me to make something for dinner?”

Her boyfriend whistled. “Got myself a lady who can kick ass and offer to make dinner.”

“Riv, come on,” she rolled her eyes trying to appear stern, “Dinner a yes or no?”

“Dinner would be great, to be honest. Joss and I were planning on picking something up on the way home.”

That wouldn’t do at all.

“Uh-uh, nope, no way am I letting Randy’s first meal out of the hospital to be some fast food soy protein that’s no much better than the shit you can get with a kibble card.”

“Hey, I’ve seen you eat that crap before,” River argued, though he looked more amused than anything.

“Details, details,” V waved a dismissive hand, “Randy have any food restrictions or favorite foods?”

Food had been a big part of V’s life growing up with the Bakker’s. Food didn’t just mean fueling the body, but feeding the soul. Her mother had once told her that a good meal could heal the body just as well as medicine. Looking back, V knew her mother had been exaggerating but she’d taken the statement to heart because a good meal showed someone you cared for their wellbeing.

Her boyfriend pondered her question as she pinged Jackie’s bike to meet her so she could leave.

“Well, he liked my jambalaya when I snuck some in for him to try last week.”

“Hot or mild?”

“Believe it or not, spicy.” His smile took on a bittersweet edge. “Told me it was the first thing he’d been able to taste since everything went down.”

“Then it’s good he got to taste something delicious,” V said.

River’s smile lost that edge and regained the softness he only showed when he was talking about his family or V herself. “Feel free to keep stroking my ego.”

V shook her head with a snort. “Maybe later,” she offered while mentally going through the repertoire of recipes she still remembered. Something spicy, strong flavors that the whole family would like. “Think he’d eat gumbo?”

“Gumbo?”

“Yeah, learned to make it back when my family was still together...”

She remembered the crowded prep stations, her underfoot as she helped as much as she could under her mother and sister’s tutelage. She remembered her uncle sneaking bits from the cutting boards and popping them in his mouth, sending her a wink and an exaggerated shushing motion to not say anything.

River didn’t interrupt her musing, instead, he waited patiently as she sorted her thoughts. He understood that if he interrupted V she wouldn’t finish talking about her past.

“Mealtime was one of the few times we all tried to be together and pause from our other duties,” V explained. “We made all kinds of stuff depending on who was in charge of dinner, but I know gumbo was my favorite and it’s similar to jambalaya.”

“A family recipe and your favorite, huh?” River commented, “I look forward to trying it.”

It didn’t matter that V hadn’t made gumbo in two years. She wanted to do something for her new family. "It’ll probably take me a little longer to get home since I’ll stop and get them on the way.” She revved the engine and patted the side of the bike. “See you, River, tell Randy we'll be waiting for him at home."

The silence stretched over the line and V had to make sure her Agent hadn't malfunctioned and dropped the call. But River was still connected, just stared at her with this shocked look. "You okay?" V asked.

Her question shook River from his stupor and he gave her a besotted look. "Yeah I'm fine," he reassured, "see you at home after Joss and I pick up Randy."

"Preem."

She snagged the veggies from an Aldaecado who sold some of their crops at the Sunset Motel and picked up some synthetic meat that didn’t look too bad and set course for the trailer park. The ride was as peaceful as ever and V cranked Jackie's bike to the max speed down the straightaways, shaving off five minutes from her ride. The Badlands were some of the best places to go full-throttle without having to worry about a bunch of traffic.

Joss stood on the porch while Monique and Dorian listened to whatever she told them, playfully jostling each other as much as they could get away with. As soon as they spotted V though, they dashed towards her with the exuberance that was only ever found in children. V knelt down with a laugh and opened her arms in invitation.

"Auntie V!" Monique cheered, reaching her first and throwing herself into V's waiting arms, scooping the little girl up into a full-body embrace.

V had quickly discovered how much the two kids liked their hugs and who was V to deny them that?

Dorian quickly followed, wrapping his arms around her legs. "Mom told us you're gonna watch us while she and Uncle River bring Randy home," Dorian said. "Which means we can play together again!"

V laughed and shifted Monique to her hip so she could ruffle Dorian's hair. "Only if you're willing to take this rookie under your wings," V said.

The two giggled and reassured her that they'd show her the ropes, both puffing up with pride.

She managed to slowly walk towards Joss with the two limpets clinging to her laughing and cheering. She saw the poorly hidden laughter that Joss was trying to cover up as just a smile. V was glad she could make the crow’s feet on the women's face crinkle instead of deepening the worry lines that were far too prominent on her friend's face.

“Hey Joss,” V greeted, shifting Monique enough so that she could pull Joss into an awkward one-armed hug.

“Hey, V,” Joss replied, pulling out of the hug. “Thank you so much for being willing to watch the kids.”

“Willing? I’m more than happy to watch them, you know that.”

V and the kids got along like a house fire and she cherished all the little games they’d play together. It gave V an excuse to check-out of adult stuff and focus on entertaining River’s niece and nephew. It had done wonders for her mental health.

Joss smiled and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Monique’s ear. “Still, I know it’s last minute. Neither River nor I were expecting them to give Randy the okay to leave the hospital.”

“And Randy’s probably been chomping at the bit to leave that place, right?”

The woman scoffed, shaking her head. “If he could’ve, I’m sure he would’ve broken out of there after the first five days.”

“A boy after my own heart.”

Despite going to a number of ripperdocs, regular hospitals, and trauma centers left her nervous and itching to leave ASAP. River practically had to drag her to the hospital just to get a full brain scan after the Relic incident.

Joss rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “We shouldn’t be more than a few hours at most. Pretty sure it’ll mostly be paperwork and finding out any home care we need to know about for Randy’s recovery.”

As usual, Joss was fairly matter-of-fact about the whole thing but she couldn’t hide her worry. V figured she’d be just as worried if her baby had gone through what Randy had. It didn’t help that her relationship with her son had been strained before and no matter how much they’d talked since the incident there was still the unknown of how their relationship would go once he was home again.

“He’ll be excited to see you,” V said, setting down the girl in her arms.

Monique tugged at Dorian’s shirt and the two were off chasing after each other.

Joss remained silent but her shoulders relaxed some. Finally, she seemed to shake herself out of her thoughts. “If the kids get hungry-”

“Feed ‘em something that won’t give them a sugar rush,” V dutifully replied. “I know, Joss don’t worry, I can handle these two just fine.”

Joss sighed. “I know you can, but a mother can’t help but worry,” she managed to give V a sly smile. “You’ll understand when you and River have a kid.”

V made a choking noise as her face flushed. “J-Joss, we-we haven’t even talked about marriage yet.”

“Hop to it, V,” Joss joked with a clap. “Need you to make an honest man out of my gonk of a brother and I want to be an aunt at some point in the near future.”

It was a nice thought, getting married and starting a family with River. It sounded terribly domestic and kind of wonderful if she was being honest.

But her and River could talk about that later.

Much later.

“Go on, get going,” V shooed, “Randy’s waiting.”

“Alright, alright, we can talk about giving me nieces and nephews later,” Joss relented. ‘If you want to get takeout, I have a few menus in the kitchen with Dorian and Monique’s favorites circled.”

“Actually I was gonna make gumbo,” Seeing Joss’ surprise she continued. “It’s a family recipe and I haven’t made it in a while but River said that Randy liked his jambalaya so I figured he’d probably like gumbo too since it also has a strong flavor. But uh if they won’t like it-”

“V,” Joss interrupted with a grin.

“Hm?”

“I really hope River does marry you.”

V blushed and returned her grin. “Yeah me too.”

She’d managed to make the roux for the gumbo while Monique and Dorian were playing tag and now she just had to let the gumbo simmer which meant she was completely free to play. The two were more than ready for her to join them, bouncing around her as she quickly donned the AR set.

The blue tint to ‘Trouble in Heywood’ flooded her vision and she took in the kids’ game personas: Captain Joan McClane and Lieutenant Henry Callahan. It still made her laugh when she saw them, the two rough officers that looked like they were ex-Militech before joining the force. It didn’t help that the backstories they’d given them were so serious.

“Didn’t know if you’d come back, rookie,” Captain Joan, Monique said, her arms crossed and her face stern behind her shades. “Thought what you’d seen when we took down El Chamuco Endiablado was still clinging onto ya’.”

Lieutenant Henry Callahan, Dorian scoffed. “Nah, the two rookies we worked with for the takedown were good, and that’s coming from me,” he argued.

“Sounds like we might’ve grown on you two lone wolves, huh?” V teased, cocking her hip as she checked her gun.

“Don’t get cute with me, rookie,” Captain Joan said.

V raised her hands. “Fine, fine,” she bounced her eyes back and forth between the two. “What’s the situation today?”

“With El Chamuco Endiablado gone, we created a power vacuum and the force is flaggin’ under the pushback,” Captain Joan explained.

“Which is why they’ve called us in,” Lieutenant Henry added, “Regular force just won’t cut it, gotta call in the best of the precinct to take these goons down.”

“We called you in for backup, rookie. All you gotta do is keep up and watch our backs, we can handle the rest.”

“No doubt about that,” V said, “But y’know, I gotta make it home to my partner, promised him I’d make it back.”

“The other rookie?” Lieutenant Henry asked.

“The one and only.”

Captain Joan shook her head and cocked her gun. “Battlefield’s no place for emotion, rookie,” she advised. “We need to dedicate ourselves to taking this filth out.”

V nodded her head and squared her shoulders. “Yes, ma’am,” she saluted, “Are we ready to start?”

Lieutenant Henry gave her a wild grin. “Those bad guys can’t escape justice.”

They ended up playing three different rounds of ‘Trouble in Heywood,’ each round further expanding the narrative. In the last game, Lieutenant Henry had gone rogue to zero José Luis, a Valentino who’d gotten away with murder because the NCPD “didn’t have enough evidence to convict him.” According to Captain Joan, Lieutenant Henry had been harboring secret feelings for the murder victim and he was out for blood.

Honestly, V wasn’t sure where the kids pulled these plots from, but they were endlessly entertaining.

She looked up from the pot she was stirring and made sure the kids were still sitting at the table she'd sat them at with a snack. It didn't look good to her, but Monique and Dorian cheered at the sight of it so at least they liked it.

She tapped her spoon against the rim of her pot and set it to the side. "What do you two wanna do now?" V asked, taking a seat beside Dorian.

"Mom usually makes us practice our reading and math," Dorian grumbled, his eyebrows scrunching together. "We aren't even going to school yet, it's like lightyears away."

"Lightyears, huh?" V mused, propping her chin against her hand. "That's a pretty long time."

"I know!" Dorian threw his hands up. "She says she wants us to be ready and stuff but it's so boring."

"The worst," Monique agreed. "But maybe since Mom isn't here…" She trailed off and gave her puppy dog eyes.

Yeah, that wasn't going to work on her. "Oh no-"

"Please, V?" Dorian begged.

Then it became a cacophony of pleading words and promises to work harder tomorrow. Taking them on one-at-a-time, but both of them at once? Not even worth considering arguing.

"If I let you skip this lesson time," she started, the kids already whooping beside her. "I said if. "

The two nodded seriously, “We’ll do it,” they promised readily.

V shook her head, squinting at them with a skeptical look. “I haven’t even said what you have to do if you skip your lessons.” Monique and Dorian traded confused looks before turning back to her. “The first rule of any kinda deal,” she held up one finger, “you gotta listen to the whole deal, otherwise you might be signing yourself up for something worse.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” Dorian insisted.

“How can you be sure?”

“Cause you’re nice,” Monique said. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“Maybe not to you guys, but I’ve conned my fair share of gonks.” Their faith in her left a warm feeling in her chest. “Alright, but back to the deal. I let you guys skip, but you guys have to help me make a welcome home sign for Randy.”

Two pairs of wide eyes stared at her, mouths agape. “We’re gonna make a billboard?” They asked.

V bit her lip and shook her head. “Not a billboard, little short on time and really out of our budget.” She rifled through her pockets and pulled out a small device. “Had this bad boy for a while now, usually I use it to pull up my schematics or tweak one of my daemons, but I’ve got an app that’ll just let us create a design we wanna display.” She fiddled with her Agent and turned the phone towards them. “I’ve got the words, but I need two experts to really make it shine, figured you two would be perfect for the job.”

“Really?” Dorian whispered.

“Really really.” She leaned back, her smile relaxed and open. “I can do some graffiti or graphic style stuff, but you guys know Randy best.”

Monique kicked her legs back and forth and stared at the screen with a frown. “Last time we saw Randy, he didn’t want to hang out with us and said we were annoying him,” she mumbled just loud enough for V to hear.

Her heart sunk at the solemn tone of the girl’s voice. That was when Randy had been in Peter Pan’s grasp when he was being gaslighted with promises of understanding and promises of help.

You can tell a kid that their sibling loves them and what they were going through, but it didn’t erase the hurt that kid felt. And they didn’t fully understand.

Even so, reassurance was better than nothing.

“When Randy last talked to you,” V stated, making both kids look at her. “He was going through some tough times.” She picked at her nail as she tried to find the right words. How much did they know about what happened to Randy? “Do you know what happened with Randy?”

Dorian hesitantly shook his head. “We knew he went missing, and Mom said that you and Uncle River found him and brought him back,” he said.

“And he’s been at the hospital because he was hurt when you guys found him,” Monique added.

V nodded her head. “That’s the gist of it,” V admitted. She hesitated before continuing. “Randy thought he had a… friend, but when he went to meet this friend, he turned out to be a bad guy.”

“Like… the bad guys in our game?” Dorian asked.

V fought a grimace. “Worse.” When her statement was met with silence she continued. “Randy was captured and was hurt real bad while he was held captive.”

She’d never get the image of those kids gassed up and comatose, hooked up to those fucking machines out of her head. No matter what she did, she still remembers the frantic way her hands shook as she checked pulses on cool bodies and tugged out crusted IVs from limp arms.

“According to your Uncle River, Randy’s doing much better,” she reassured, trying to assuage some of their unease. “But he’s gonna need you two to help him, even if he’s grumpy and being mean.” She playfully punched her palm. “Sometimes you just gotta break through their defenses and make them understand. Which is why,” V gestured to her Agent, “We’re making him a special welcome sign.”

“And… it’ll help Randy?” Dorian asked.

“Showing him you care and are happy to see him can sometimes be exactly what a person needs.”

Monique and Dorian turned to each other and nodded before turning back to V. “You can count on us!”

V clapped her hands. “That’s what I like to hear!”

#RiVer #river ward #female v #v x river #river x v #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fic #my fic

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stellarstarwarsimagines · 5 years ago

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Lie For Me

Pairing - Modern!Ben Solo x Reader

Summary - Ben Solo’s relationship with you has never been great. Something about the two of you didn’t mesh well. Now though, Ben needs someone to pretend to be his girlfriend at a party where a major job opportunity for you will be. Is having to put up with him all night worth it?

Word Count - 6,791 (Once again, this was supposed to be a drabble)

Warnings - Language (P.S. if you guys want more of this let me know. I have ideas)

“Place your bets!”

“One hour!”

“Ten minutes!”

“I’m going for an hour and a half.”

“You guys are terrible. I’m betting on the whole night.”

You scowled at the people you were supposed to call your friends. “Thank you Rose, for being the only one with faith in me.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied, turning to everyone else in the car, “and the rest of you should be ashamed of yourselves.”

“Hey, we have faith in you.” Poe spoke up from the front seat. “We just don’t have faith in the two of you together.”

Almost as if there had been some unspoken signal between you and the man sitting beside you, you both turned to each other at the same time, matching looks of displeasure on your faces.

“Come on guys, can’t you see how in love they are?” Rey asked, unable to hold back her giggles.

With a flick of your thumb you hit your best friend in the back of the head with the gum wrapper you had used.

“Oh, that is so gross,” She gasped in outrage, throwing it back at you.

You ducked in time for it to hit the window, bounce off, and hit Ben in the shoulder. The look on his face had you biting your lip so you didn’t laugh out loud. “You’re not going to do that tonight are you?” He asked, picking up the gum like it was an annoying bug that had flown onto his shirt and tossing it in the cupholder beside him.

“So what if I am?” You crossed your arms over your chest, your eyes narrowing at him. “You could stand to loosen up a bit, Solo.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be making a good impression? Not acting like a child.” He replied, his fingers tapping his thighs.

That stung a little.

“Oh, come on Ben, you know Han’s going to love her.” Poe spoke up from the front.

“That’s not a high praise.” Ben replied, rolling his eyes as his gaze turned back to the window, watching as the group approached the museum.

You stuck your tongue out at him.

To this day, you still weren’t sure what the inciting incident had been that triggered the dislike between Ben Solo and you. From the moment Rey had introduced the two of you, there seemed to be a tension between you and Ben. It might’ve been because both of you considered her your best friend, the fact that the two of you had very different views on about everything, or according to your friends, the stubbornness that you both exhibited. Either way, no matter what you said about having faith, the evening was going to be a struggle. Why?

Because you had to pretend to be dating each other.

The idea had started as a joke. Or at least that’s what you thought when Ben Solo had come knocking on your door, but it became clear from the uncomfortable look on his face that it wasn’t. Apparently his parents had become very concerned about his bachelorhood while he overworked himself, and because of that, had been setting him up with woman after woman, much to his dismay. He wanted them off his back, and there was only one way to do that. Considering other than Rey, you were the only single woman he knew, the choice was obvious.

You had almost shut the door in his face then before he told you where you would be going. This was your chance. A chance you had been waiting years for to put yourself out there and get noticed by the right people. After chasing your dreams for so long, you couldn’t in good conscience turn it down. Even if it meant being stuck by Ben Solo’s side all night.

Besides, all of your friends would be going and there was free food with an open bar.

“Here we are!” Poe announced, sounding far too excited as he almost hopped out of the driver’s seat.

A little sigh left your lips, and you heard a matching one from beside you. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Try not to sound so enthusiastic, honey.” You said in the sweetest tone you could muster, a fake smile on your face.

Ben had started to climb out of the car, difficult due to his extreme tallness, but at your words he turned back around, pointing his finger. “We’re not doing nicknames.”

“But nicknames are essential to the plot, darling.” You said. Honestly, you loved riling him up. It was way too easy and too much fun.

He glowered at you. “You’re infuriating.”

You put your hands on his broad shoulders, shoving him out of the way as you climbed out of the car. “Sorry I’m not such a ray of sunshine like you.” You snapped.

Ben opened his mouth, no doubt ready to get into the usual argument when Finn yelled out, “hey Han and Leia!”

It was like he flipped a switch. You were startled when Ben slipped his arm around your waist, tucking you close to his side as he turned in the direction that Finn was looking, the most pained fake smile you had ever seen on his face. After a couple of seconds the smile turned to a frown as your friends burst into laughter. “Hilarious.” Ben said, turning back to them and immediately dropping his arm from around you.

“It was pretty good wasn’t it?” Finn said, his arm slung around Poe’s shoulder as they both laughed.

Rolling your eyes, you took a deep breath and turned back to face Ben, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “If this is going to work, we have to stop arguing.”

“You’re the one who -” At your pointed look, he let out a sigh. “You’re right.”

As a testament to being committed to this deal, you didn’t point out that it was the first time that he had ever said that you were right. “We can do this. We can get your parents to back off, and maybe I’ll leave tonight with a better job.”

Ben nodded.

And because you couldn’t resist a quip, you spoke again, “and maybe try not to look like you’re in desperate need of a toilet every time you have to touch me.”

He glared at you.

“Okay, okay, sorry, last one,” you turned back to the stairs you friends were currently waving at the two of you from. “I’m ready.” You started up the stairs without him, proud of yourself for not even pausing when you felt Ben’s hand on the small of your back.

God had his hands always been so large? It felt like he was covering up almost all of your back with his touch. You couldn’t think of a single person you had ever met that had hands that big. Could he break a Guinness world record? You were shaken from your thoughts as you both reached the door, and he reached forward to open it for you. Surprised, but pleased, you gave him a weak smile as you headed inside. “I’ve - uh, I’ve got to go sign us in.” He told you, nodding his head over to the booth near the entrance. “You can stay here.”

You nodded, smoothing down the edges of your dress. You had worried at first that it would be too much. It had a deep v neckline that without some tape could have been a great attention grabber, and was long sleeved in a dark crimson. It almost brushed the ground when you walked, so you had to wear heels, but the flare at the waist hit you so perfectly you had to get it. Not to mention you loved the slit on the side that showed off a leg you had worked out very hard for. You knew you looked great which was important because everything had to be perfect tonight. It had to be.

Which is why you had a moment of panic as someone stumbled into you, and you had to regain your balance before disaster could strike. Thankfully, the stranger grabbed your arm, pulling you back upright. “Geez Kid, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going. There’s too many damn people in here.”

He wasn’t wrong. You couldn’t move a few steps forward without running into someone. “It’s all right. No harm done.” You looked up at the man. He was older, with disheveled gray hair, but a delightful smile. You were sure back in the day he had no problems charming the ladies. “I’m not sure how they’re going to fit all of us in that hall. Are there normally this many people here at these things?”

The man grinned at you. “More. Your first one?”

A faint flush fell on your cheeks. “That obvious?”

“Eh, you’re not walking around with your nose in the air so I assumed.” He said.

That made you laugh. “Is that a thing? You would think the alcohol would loosen everyone up a bit.”

“Not this watered down stuff.” He told you. “So what brings you to the party anyway?”

Here it goes, if you can convince this stranger, his parents couldn’t be that hard. “Oh, I’m here with my boyfriend -”

And suddenly, he was beside you. “Hey, Dad.” Ben said in a strained tone.

Your eyes widened as you glanced back and forth between the two. This was Han Solo? He was not at all what you expected. Nowhere to be found was the sourness and serious side of Ben Solo. Instead this man looked genuinely pleased to see his son. “Hey Kid, it’s good to see you. Now where’s this date of yours? Just to let you know, your Mom has a backup one in case you were lying -”

Once again, you had to fight back a laugh. Seemed Leia Organa was nothing if not thorough.

“Seems you’ve already met her.” Ben said stiffly, wrapping an arm around you. It was a little awkward because of how tense he was, but you went with it, turning into him.

“This is your Dad?” You asked him, raising your eyebrows before putting on your best smile. “Sorry, he doesn’t ever show me pictures or anything.” You held out your hand to him. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Han was surprised, that was easy to see. It was clear that his family hadn’t expected him to actually show up with a date. In a moment though he returned your smile and handshake. “It’s nice to meet you too. I guess we need to introduce you to the missus, huh?”

“I’d love to meet her.” You said with sincerity in your tone. After meeting Ben’s dad, you couldn’t help but be curious. Would she be as different as Han was?

“Come on then. Last I saw her, she was over there talking to some Senator.” He told us, nodding to an area behind where we were standing, gesturing us along. As he passed Ben, you saw him grasp his shoulder, and were pretty sure you heard the words, “good job kid,” whispered to him.

Your suspicions were confirmed by Ben rolling his eyes.

As soon as Han’s back was turned, you tugged on Ben’s tie, trying to get him to bend down since there was no way you could whisper in his ear from here. He didn’t take the hint. “Ow, what the hell?” He said, looking down at you and rubbing his neck.

“Why do you have to be such a freaking tree?” You hissed at him. “Ben, you need to loosen up!”

“What the tie?” He asked, clearly confused.

You took a deep breath, willing yourself not to lose it. “No, not the tie! You’re acting like a robot which I get is your default, but we’re supposed to be dating. You have to pretend you’re comfortable with me!”

“Easier said than done.” He snapped.

“Do you want me to go? Let your Mom put you with the backup date she brought you? Because I’m sure you’ll love getting to know her all night with watered down alcohol.” You threatened.

“Fine, fine, I’ll try.” Ben said quickly, and you felt him take a deep breath against your side as you approached a beautiful brunette woman with her hair in an intricate updo in a gorgeous white gown.

“Ben,” she said with a fond smile, the very definition of warmth in her gaze as she looked at him, holding her arms out to embrace him.

With a grudging smile, you watched Ben embrace his mother. “Mom. How are you?” He asked, pulling away from the hug rather soon to wrap his arm back around your waist.

It was lower this time, his large hand resting on your hip, and you were pleased to no longer feel the tenseness in his arm. He almost did seem relaxed. If not for the rigidness of his jaw. His mother and father seemed too distracted by your presence to notice though. “Oh, you know, the usual. Is this your date?”

Ben introduced you as his girlfriend, and man if that wasn’t the last thing you had ever expected to hear out of Ben Solo’s mouth. The smile on his mom’s face when he said it was so genuine and pleased that it kind of hurt that you were having to lie about it. “I can’t wait to learn all about you at dinner.” She said, “and how you two met of course.” Leia added, gesturing to the two of you.

“Oh, it’s such a great story.” Seemed your meddling friends had caught up with you at last, Poe popping up between the two of you and wrapping his arms around you both, pulling you and Ben so close you would have knocked heads if you were anywhere near his height. “It should be a book.”

Cursing Poe in your head, you turned to look at Ben and give him a smile, hoping it was convincing, shaking your head. “It’s not that interesting. We just -”

“Oh, don’t settle yourself short guys. It’s great.” Rey interrupted, giving Han and Leia her own greeting.

“Well either way, I’d love to hear it.” Leia said. “Let’s go find our seats, this thing is about to start soon anyway.”

When Han and Leia turned away and headed inside, you all held back as Rey and Poe burst into giggles. “I’m officially denouncing any friendship with any of you. Except Rose, who is an angel.” You hissed.

“Agreed,” Ben said.

“Wait a minute,” Finn said, making everyone pause. “Did they just agree on something?”

“Are we witnessing History?” Poe added.

“Or is this a dream?” Rey added.

“Could be either.” Finn said, shrugging his shoulders. “Ow!” He said as Rose smacked his arm.

Ben turned away from them, annoyance clear on his face as he tugged you along after his parents.

As you walked with him, ignoring your friends behind you, a thought struck you. You were pretty sure that was the first time that you and Ben Solo had ever agreed on something.

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Dinner turned out not to be that bad. There were some similarities between Ben and his parents, but it wasn’t what you had expected. Leia Organa was one of the most intelligent women that you had ever met in your life. The way she talked about her work and some of the things she had accomplished left you in awe. Ben had gotten that drive from her, that was for sure. Because as much as the two of you didn’t get along, you couldn’t deny that he was one of the smartest and most driven people you had ever met.

Han Solo, on the other hand, was a whole different story. He was entertaining, regaling the whole table with stories of various adventures he had been on while traveling the world. He was so easy to talk to, and while Ben didn’t carry that same trait, the confidence that he displayed was a hidden characteristic that his son sometimes showed.

You didn’t understand how Ben could seem to dislike spending time with them so much.

The dessert portion had just been laid out on your table when the question you had been dreading started. “So . . . you and Ben. How did it start? Did you like each other from the beginning?”

Poe let out a snort that you kicked him hard under the table for. “Ow!” He said, glaring at you.

You could have sworn for the briefest moment Ben, who was sitting next to you, flashed a grin as he took a sip from his drink.

“Not exactly . . .” You finally answered.

“That’s one way to put it. These two were constantly at each other’s throats.” Finn spoke up.

Your glare turned to Finn, but this didn’t seem to phase Leia and Han.

“That’s the way to do it kid. Your mom hated me at first too, and then you turn on the charm. Hate isn’t so far from love you know, right Leia?” Han said.

You choked on the sip of your wine you had taken while Ben rubbed his forehead as if he had a headache. “Dad,” he groaned.

Leia gave her husband a slap on the arm, “That’s not how it happened, Han.”

Han shot her an incredulous look. “Oh really? Then tell me, how did it happen?” He asked.

It was kind of adorable. They way they argued with each other with so much love in their eyes. Your attention was pulled from their quarrel when Ben leaned close to you and whispered in your ear. “Your guest of honor is sitting at that table over there, and she’s alone. Want me to make an introduction?”

You looked over to where Ben was talking about and felt your heart rate pick up dramatically. Here it was. Your one chance to get what you had been working so hard for. The whole reason you had wanted an invitation to this night in the first place. When you looked back at him, you were sure that the panic in your eyes was visible.

He looked utterly confused. “Why do you look so freaked out?” He whispered. “I thought this was why you wanted to come?”

“Maybe I look so freaked out because I am freaked out.” You whispered back, but the words didn’t have your usual bite to them. “This might be my one chance, and I could blow it all right now.”

Ben rolled his eyes before standing up and interrupting his parents who were still arguing. “Mom, Dad, we’ll be back.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of your seat so fast you stumbled after him.

“Solo, what the actual hell, stop!” Your panic only grew the closer you came to the table. You tried to yank your hand away from his, but it was pointless. He had too strong of a grip. “I can’t do this!” You hissed at him.

He abruptly stopped and turned around, causing you to almost run into him. He didn’t move away though, even as your bodies brushed each other. “Yes you can, because if you don’t, you’re going to regret it, and we’ll look stupid walking over here for nothing. So get it together.”

You hated him. You hated him so fucking much. Mostly because you knew he was right. You had to get it together. You would regret it for the rest of your life if you didn’t, and you’d have no one to blame but yourself.

Ben seemed to sense your resolve when you took a deep breath, finally letting air fill your lungs. “Are you ready?”

Nodding, because you weren’t sure you trusted your voice yet, you let him lead you over to the table where she was sitting.

“Ms. Holdo.” Ben said, grabbing the woman’s attention.

“Ben! I can’t believe Leia managed to talk you into coming. It’s good to see you.” She said, standing up and letting Ben give her a kiss on the cheek in greeting.

“Well, I thought it might be a good opportunity to introduce them to my girlfriend.” Ben said with a soft smile in your direction before introducing you.

Heat flushed to your cheeks as her attention turned to you, and she repeated your name. “I’ve heard of you. You’ve done some great work in the City.” She said, looking pleased.

“I have?” You squeaked, then cleared your throat as you heard Ben snort, which he managed to turn into a cough. “I mean thank you. It’s nothing compared to what you guys do, but I try.”

She waved off your compliment, and then gestured to the chairs beside her. “It’s just the job, but come sit down, I want to hear all about what you did last month. I read about it, and it sounded so interesting.”

You were sure you were beaming like a crazy person, but sat down anyway, with Ben sitting beside you.

Conversation flowed easily, and to your shock, Ben was a big help with that. He smiled and spoke and was polite. Not to mention charming. You had never seen this side of him, and you found that you didn’t hate it. You were distracted from your thoughts though when Ms. Holdo spoke up. “You know, we had a big opening come up, and your name was tossed around. We thought you were happy with your current position.”

Trying not to let your utter excitement spill out, you simply shrugged your shoulders. “I think it would be closed minded of me to not be looking for opportunities to grow. Working with you would definitely be one of those.”

She smiled then turned her attention to Ben, patting his hand. “You’ve got a good one here Ben.” She told him before turning back to me. “You give us a call Monday morning, and we’ll see about getting you in for an interview. Sound good?”

“That sounds great.” You replied, still in disbelief that this moment was happening.

“Wonderful. Now, I’m sorry to leave you two here, but I have to go meet with another friend of mine who owes me a drink.” When she stood up, the two of you did too. “It was great seeing you Ben, and I’ll be expecting a phone call from you.” She added to you.

After you all said your goodbyes, and she was safely out of earshot, you turned to Ben, a huge smile on your face, and couldn’t help yourself. You threw your arms around his waist in a tight hug. He went stiff almost instantly, but after you didn’t pull away, you felt him relax and return your hug with loose arms. When you looked up at him, you noticed a little smile on his own face. “You did good.” He told you.

“Only after you made me get my shit together. I owe you one, Solo.” You said.

His attention had been caught elsewhere though, and an exasperated look overtook him. “Yeah, I think you’re about to have to pay up on that one.”

Confused, you turned to face where Ben was looking to find Han and Leia making their way over to the two of you. You hadn’t even realized the two of you were still hugging until Leia pointed it out. “Good! You two look ready to dance, come on.”

“Dance?” You squeaked in surprise. Of course you had thought that there might be some dancing. Somewhere far, far in the back of your mind. Somewhere that you had forgotten about until this very moment. Han shot you an apologetic look followed by a shrug as he let Leia lead him out onto the dance floor as a slow song began to play.

Ben and you let go of each other then, and you watched as he reached up to rub the back of his neck. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’ll make up some excuse.”

But you shook your head. After Ben had helped you so much, the very least that you could do was try and keep his Mom off his back about dating for a little while. “It’s fine, Ben. I mean as long as you don’t mind.” You said, uncertainty now in your tone. Why on Earth was the idea of dancing with Ben making you feel so weird all of the sudden?

“No, I don’t mind.” He answered you, and you watched what seemed to be conflict in his eyes before he reached out and took your hand, pulling you out onto the dance floor in a much more gentle way than he had taken you over to Ms. Holdo.

While the two of you had been close to each other’s sides almost the whole night, this was different. His large hands found your waist while yours, tiny in comparison to his, slid up and around his neck. It was harder to avoid each other’s gaze, and you couldn’t keep a respectable distance. It was supposed to feel strange, and it did, but not the kind of strange that you were expecting.

His arms around you sort of felt . . . nice. It had been a long time, longer than you cared to admit, since you had danced with a guy and even if it was Ben, a guy who hated you, it was comforting.

For the first time that night, you also couldn’t sense any tenseness from Ben. His body was relaxed as he held you, his face almost soft, and suddenly you caught a glimpse of that warmth of his mother’s eyes. It was why you blurted what you did. “Why do you hate your parents?”

That startled him. His brow furrowed together for a moment. “I don’t hate my parents.” Before you could ask anything else, his face closed off again, a clear look that told you the subject was dropped.

So you said something else. “Well why do you hate me?”

“What?” Once again, you startled him out of being closed off. “You’re - you’re the one that hates me.”

“Because you hate me.” You said as if it was obvious.

You expected him to close himself off again, but he didn’t, he just shook his head. “I don’t hate you.”

But he had to hate you. Everything he did pointed to him hating you. “Ben, you argue with me all the time. Everything about me annoys you. You act like you can’t stand to be around me. I . . . I don’t remember how it started.” And now that you were saying it, you realized you had to know. It had been bothering you for longer than you cared to admit, wondering how the two of you had gotten off to such a horrible start when you couldn’t remember it.

Ben looked down at the ground for a moment, seeming to collect his thoughts, and then he met your eyes again. “Listen, I don’t . . . I argue with you because you’re smart enough to keep up with me, and your points are out of the box. It’s - it’s frustrating that you always have a counter to everything I say, but it’s impressive too.”

Before you could even process that bomb, he continued.

“And yes, you annoy me a lot. You act like a child sometimes, when we all go over to your apartment, it’s always a mess, and when you start daydreaming you can’t stop tapping your foot -”

“I can’t?” You interrupted, unaware of this information, but he kept going as if you hadn’t spoken.

“But you’re also funny, and entertaining, and you always have things to do that everyone enjoys.” He had been glancing around the room as he spoke, but now his gaze landed back on you. “And I don’t hate being around you. I just suck at being around people in general. You’re actually one of the only people I don’t mind hanging out with.”

Your head was spinning with all this new information. Had the both of you really been misinterpreting this relationship the whole time? You only hated Ben because of how he acted towards you. Well that and his general demeanor. Tonight you had seen a different side of him, a side you hadn’t known existed, and that side wasn’t so bad. You could see spending time with that side of him and enjoying it. Not to mention he had given you more compliments in the span of five minutes than he had in the whole time you had known him. Then he had said that he didn’t mind hanging out with you? How could you respond to that? “Well, you sure have a weird way of showing it.” You mumbled.

“I think I’m doing better tonight though.” Ben said.

You looked at him, once again startled. Had he made a joke? First the warmth in his eyes and then an actual joke? Maybe he wasn’t so different from his parents at all. A laugh left you, and an actual smile, albeit a small one, formed on Ben’s lips.

The two of you kept dancing in silence for a few moments then, you still trying to wrap your head around what Ben had said to you until you felt Ben stiffen. Sensing something was wrong, you looked up again. “What’s wrong?”

He let out a sigh and then leaned down to whisper in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine in the process. “My parents are gesturing for me to kiss you.”

Pushing down your panic, you bit your lip. You had known this was going to happen. How could you pull off an authentic relationship without even a kiss? The way your heart rate picked up at the mention of it, you hadn’t expected. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down, and then nodded. “Well, better kiss me then, Solo. If you want to convince your parents.”

His arms tightened around you, not in anger, but to bring you closer to him. You closed your eyes as you felt his forehead resting against yours, his breath, scented with what he had been drinking, caressed your lips. It didn’t make any sense, but you could swear for a brief moment all the noise stopped as you waited for him. You were starting to get anxious, wondering if he was going to do it when you felt the softest brush against your lips.

Was that it?

No, it turned out that wasn’t it. Because within seconds, you felt him again, and this time his lips weren’t hesitant at all when they met yours, full and soft and tasting of scotch. Immediately you kissed him back, parting your lips to deepen the kiss, and surprised once again at how it felt.

If someone had asked you before tonight how you thought it would have felt to kiss Ben Solo you would have had plenty of things to say and none of them would be nice.

You would have been wrong, because it turns out, Ben Solo is an excellent kisser. His lips moved like a dream against yours, none of the gross habits such as too much tongue or saliva that you had the displeasure of dealing with previously were present. No, it was . . . pleasant.

So pleasant that when he pulled away, you followed his lips for a brief moment before you realized what you were doing and stopped. You were sure your cheeks were flooded red, and didn’t want him to see that, so you turned your head, just in time to catch sight of your friend’s faces.

You let out a laugh, burying your face in Ben’s shoulder to hide your reaction which was hard to do with your whole body shaking.

Ben stiffened and when he spoke, his deep voice was rougher than normal. “You don’t have to laugh.”

Suddenly, you realized how he must have taken your reaction, you pulled back, shaking your head. “No, no, Ben, look at our friends.” You said, biting your lip to try and stop your laughter once again. You wondered if Poe had realized that he dropped his fork, if Rey had noticed her mouth hanging open, and if Finn’s eyes had gone back in his head yet.

When he turned his head, you couldn’t see it, but you did feel the moment his body relaxed, and then started shaking. Your breath caught in your throat for a brief moment as he buried his face in your neck where he could release his chuckle without anyone hearing it. His lips were almost touching your skin, and after the rather good kiss that the two of you shared, your hormones betrayed you, thinking about how nice his kiss would feel there as well. You tried to push those thoughts away, wondering if you were starting to go crazy, but his next words didn’t help.

“Do you want to sneak out of here?” He whispered in your ear, his large hands splaying across your back.

“What?” You squeaked, shocked by his words and actions.

He leaned back then, taking in your expression with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. “Why do you keep doing that thing with your voice?” Ben asked before leaning down to whisper in your ear once more. “I mean why don’t we go hide, and make them think we’re sneaking off to go makeout or something?”

“Oh, oh!” Yes, his idea made much more sense than what you were thinking. “That’s genius, Solo, let’s do it.” You said with a nod, letting him take your hand and pull you away from the dance floor with a fake giggle that you made sure your friends could see.

As soon as you left the room, the two of you scurried into what turned out to be a coat closet, hiding in the back corner behind a curtain. When you turned to Ben, you couldn’t help but grin at the genuine smile on the man’s face. “You know, I didn’t think you had it in you.” You whispered.

“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Ben said, but there was no spite in his words.

“I think I’m learning that tonight. You might not actually be as terrible as I thought. It’s still early though.” You teased him, bumping his arm with your shoulder.

“And you still act like a child.” He teased back.

“Might I remind you it was your idea to do this.” You said, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Your bad behavior must be rubbing off on me.” Ben responded.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile never left your face. It was then that you noticed the two of you were still holding hands. But you didn’t let go, and neither did he.

“Hey did you see Ben Solo’s date?” A voice interrupted your train of thoughts. You didn’t recognize it, and couldn’t see who it was because of the curtain, but something about the tone made you uncomfortable.

“I did. Guess she really is trying to fuck her way to the top.” You felt Ben stiffen beside you, and your grip tightened on his hand, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“It’s what you have to do when you’re not talented enough.” The first voice responded, farther away now, and the two of them laughed as they exited the coat closet.

Almost immediately, Ben ripped the curtain aside, his fierce reaction startling you so much you didn’t notice that he had dropped your hand and was halfway across the room before you realized it. “Ben! Wait! What are you doing?!” You hurried to catch up, grabbing a hold of his arm to stop him.

“To go figure out who those two were!” He answered, his tone so violent it was a little scary.

“Why?” You asked, panicked at the way he was acting.

When Ben turned to face you where there had once been warmth, there was now fire in his eyes, an intense look that you thought could burn you where you stood. You had never seen him display such an emotion. “What do you mean, why?! They can’t talk about you like that! I’m the one who invited you here, and you got to the top all by yourself on your own damn talent! They’re just jealous bitches -”

“Exactly,” You interrupted.

“I - what?” You had confused him so many times tonight you were starting to be proud of yourself.

“They’re jealous bitches, and I’ve had a great time tonight. I’m not going to let them ruin it.” You said shrugging your shoulders, and after a moment’s hesitation, you grasped his hand, giving it another squeeze. “Besides, we still have friends to mess with. Do you think we’ve been hiding long enough?” You asked.

Ben Solo looked completely dumbfounded. You were just glad that fire had left his eyes. It took him several moments of staring at you before he managed to form a response, even if it was only a nod.

After a second, you reached up and grabbed his tie, loosening it somewhat, and while he was down at your level, you ran your hands through his hair, messing it up a bit while marveling at how nice and soft it was. When you noticed his confused expression, a smirk settled on your lips. “Got to make it believable, Solo.”

A ghost of a smile formed on his lips, and you started to pull him back outside when he stopped you. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nodded, “I do appreciate you caring though. Didn’t know robots could do that.”

Ben rolled his eyes.

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“So you’re still not going to tell us where you two went?”

“Really Dameron? Drop it.” You replied, annoyed at this point. From the moment Ben and you had reappeared, the two of you had been bombarded with question after question about where you had been. It had almost made you regret hiding from them.

Almost.

“Okay! Fine! We’re here anyway.” Poe said, pulling to a stop in front of your apartment. It was the last one on the drop off since Poe and Ben lived together.

“Here, I’ll walk you,” Ben said, surprising you, and before you could say anything he was already out of the car, keeping the door open for you.

“Thanks,” you said with a soft smile that he returned. The walk up to your doorstep was silent, but not uncomfortable. You did feel like there was something you should say, you just had no idea what.

Thankfully, Ben broke the silence first. “I wanted to say thanks for doing this tonight. Maybe it’ll keep my parents off my back for a while since they liked you.”

“They did?” You don’t know why that information pleased you so much. It wasn’t like the two of you were in a relationship, and you wanted their approval.

“Oh yeah,” Ben replied, running a hand through his hair. “It’ll definitely hurt them when we break up.”

You frowned. You had forgotten about that part. That the two of you would have to break up at some point of course. You brushed that aside for now, it could be a thought for later. “Well, I wanted to say thanks too. If you hadn’t invited me I might never have even met Ms. Holdo.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied, “but I think you would have anyway.” At that point the two of you had reached your door. “I guess this is goodnight.”

Getting out your key to unlock the door, you gave him a smile. “I guess so. Thanks again Ben. To be honest I thought tonight would go a lot worse.”

“Me too,” he agreed, sending you his own grin. “Glad it wasn’t though.” He said, and turned around walking back down the stairs.

“Hey Solo!” What made you say it, you had no idea. It was almost as if the words left your mouth without your knowledge or agreement. Like your mouth suddenly had a mind of its own as soon as he turned around to look at you, raising a questioning eyebrow. “For the record, your kissing? Nothing to laugh about.”

All you saw was a slight flush to his cheeks before you slammed the door behind you and hurried up to your apartment.

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Two hours later, curled up in bed with a warm drink and nice and comfy in your pajamas, you had almost forgotten about what you said.

Until your phone beeped with a text.

So, my parents want you to come over for dinner next week. Are you up for it? I’ll buy a bottle of your favorite wine as payment?

P.S. - Your kissing is nothing to laugh about either.

You bit your lip to fight back a smile.

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ariparri · 4 years ago

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Christmas Sweater

Here's another story written by cursedautum on Instagram! This was her part of our little story/art trade we've been doing since October. I'll be sharing my part later. She has given me permission again to share the story.

I'm very happy with how it turned out, I just love how cute they are 😭💖 I plan on drawing something for this. But I don't know if I'll have the time due to my busy schedule!!

There are such winter days when you wake up and understand: today you will find something new and very good. It feels like Christmas morning is coming, even if it's just an ordinary winter day outside the apartment door, and nothing special is going to happen. But, as his mother had said to Diego a few years ago, the heart is not ordered, and this applies not only to love. And she was right, as always.

That morning, Diego and Veruca were walking through the park. It was Saturday, the lazy, restful city was slowly waking up, the pale golden sun streaming down on the ground, drenching the smooth snow with a mother-of-pearl sheen. The sky was so bright and blue, so clear, as if it was a freshly washed window. Icy drops hung from the trees, snow-covered branches intertwined in intricate patterns; somewhere between them, bullfinches hopped about.

Veruca warmed her hands on her cup of hot chocolate and thought about something. Diego looked at her sideways. He rarely understood what she was thinking, but he just liked to look at her. Veruca was beautiful. And not just beautiful, but her own kind of beautiful, different from others. Diego especially liked her eyes — pale green, with thick lashes, serious and a little sly. Only special people have eyes like that.

"What are you thinking?" Diego asked, putting his arm around Veruca. A little girl ran past them, followed by a laughing man and a woman, presumably her parents. Veruca shook her head. "You will be surprised."

"Oh, come on."

"Seriously," Veruca smiled. "I'm not really thinking about anything that special. It's just... you know, I'm thinking about a sweater." and she laughed. Diego's brows went up: "About a sweater? Very thoughtful, Lady McQuaid. What led you to such an unusual thought that not every creature of our mortal world thinks about, may I ask?"

Veruca laughed and poked him in the shoulder, nearly spilling her cocoa. They walked on, hugging each other, and looked at the happy people, well-fed, rested, looking forward to the approaching Christmas, whose spirit crept like an invisible haze through Bristol, hiding behind the twinkling garlands, in the fluffy tree branches, in the aroma of fresh pastries from the street cafe around the corner. Diego felt happy: he was home, safe, surrounded by friends and the girl he loved. R is no longer there. What else does a peaceful person need for complete happiness? Nothing for him.

Veruca, on the other hand, didn't seem to agree with him.

From that day on, Veruca was not herself. The very next morning, after spending the night with him, she began to search through all the remaining Burberry and I-Wardrobe catalogues in the house with obsessive zeal, looking for something on the glossy pages. These magazines were left in Diego's apartment from the previous owner, and he was not very interested in them, but they added a certain charm to the atmosphere of a creatively bright and cozy apartment.

Veruca had never paid much attention to them before, preferring to chat with him at breakfast or read one of her favorite books, but that morning, after making coffee and cheese toast, Diego noticed that his girlfriend was quickly flipping through the pages of magazines, swallowing their contents along with toasted bread and stringy cheese. It was a surprise to him.

"Hey, Ruca?" Diego laughed nervously. She was so familiar, in his shirt, sitting cross-legged on a chair and chewing on her toast. They liked to eat something unhealthy for breakfast, and for lunch they were content with soup or salad. "Did you want a sweater for Christmas? I was planning on giving you something more interesting."

Veruca looked up at him thoughtfully. "Nah," she smiled a little distantly, as if her thoughts were somewhere out there, far away from the apartment. "It's not for me. It doesn't matter," she put down her magazine and began to talk about how it would be nice to go and visit Coby before Christmas, but the wistful look in her eyes, which still clouded Veruca's gaze, did not disappear.

Sweaters seem to have become Veruca's favorite theme. Now not only Diego, but also Carson, and Tulip, and Penny, and in general absolutely everyone heard some strange questions like: "What style of sweater do you like the most?" or "What color sweater would you wear for the Christmas holiday?"

Penny rightly pointed out that she wouldn't have worn a sweater at all, but would have chosen a dress, and Veruca didn't talk to her for the rest of the day. Once, Talbott glanced sideways at Veruca, who had gotten to Chiara with questions about the warmest sweaters, and pinched his temple in annoyance. On any other day, Diego would have just shut him up — this guy and his girlfriend often annoyed him, but now he just shrugged. Talbott sighed and shook his head in understanding.

Sweaters. Sweaters. Sweaters. Diego didn't understand why Veruca wanted to do this, but in the end he thought that maybe she was looking for a Christmas present for him, her boyfriend. He didn't get a very clear answer from Veruca, but the realization that she was so determined to find him a suitable gift was very flattering to Diego. So maybe he should just wait a little while, and at Christmas Veruca would explain everything to him and give him the best sweater he could get for Christmas.

And he should just wait patiently.

Christmas morning greeted Diego with the smell of pancakes and syrup, the scent of a wreath of mistletoe hanging on the door, and the pale sun flooding the spacious room with a timid light. Diego stretched in bed, remembered it was Christmas, opened his eyes, and heard Veruca singing softly from the kitchen. He almost fell out of bed as he pulled out the box of perfume and the Katrina Richmoney pendant he'd bought just two days ago, knowing that Veruca wanted it so badly, and prepared to give it to her as soon as she came in. But Veruca still didn't come back from the kitchen, and Diego fought down his reluctance to get out of the warm bed, but he got up and went to the kitchen.

Veruca danced by the stove to Dancing Queen, dressed in her favorite niffler pajamas, her hair pulled back in a messy braid, surprisingly deftly turning over thin, crispy, fried pancakes that smelled so good that Diego's stomach rumbled. He came up behind her and purred in a catlike voice, "Good morning, my Christmas fairy."

"Oh!" Veruca jumped, and the pancake fell back into the pan. "Good morning, pretty boy." She quickly turned off the stove, turned to Diego, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Diego broke into a satisfied smile. "What are you... oh!"

He pulled from behind his back a cream-colored rectangular box tied with a thin lemon ribbon, with an ornate inscription that read: 'Katrina Richmoney: J&P.' Veruca stared at him blankly for a few seconds, as if seeing him for the first time, and her eyes flashed with an emotional swirl of shock, joy, disbelief and gratitude, she then threw her arms around his neck in joyful delight: "Diego, thank you! Oh thank you, thank you-" she took the box from him, untied the ribbon with a few deft movements, opened the lid, and sighed with delight when she saw a pendant with a shimmering light green stone in the shape of a letter V and a bottle in the shape of a seashell filled with a pleasant-smelling liquid.

"Oh, that's so sweet!" she smiled slyly. "Will you put it on for me?"

Diego obeyed without question. The pendant fit perfectly around her neck and shaded her eyes beautifully. Veruca immediately tried out the perfume that smelled of cloves, and was completely delighted.

Diego liked to see her smile. Because of Coby, R, Rakepick, and the Cursed Vaults, she'd forgotten about the emotion of joy for a while, and she didn't smile, so he was acutely aware of her every joy as his own. Diego just wanted Veruca to be happy. Maybe that was why she smiled and laughed and just enjoyed life more because it mattered to him how she felt.

"Where's my present?" Diego moved closer to Veruca and almost pressed her against the countertop. She smelled of syrup and pancake batter. He wanted to surprise her by telling her that he already knew all about the sweater, because even a blind man would have noticed her obsession, but he decided to tell her after she handed him her present. No need to spoil the surprise.

"Do you want it?" Veruca asked playfully.

"Well, can you be my present, hmm? I was just dreaming that I got something sweet for Christmas. I think it's you. Or pancakes."

"Silly cute boy," Veruca laughed softly. Then she twisted around with a grin. "I'll go get your present."

"Of course, my love," Diego gave her his most charming grin, and she went into the other room while he started on the pancakes. Although Veruca had never been much of a cook, today's breakfast was so delicious that when she returned, Diego had eaten almost half of the pancakes and washed them down with a glass of milk.

Veruca returned with a surprisingly small box, and Diego was surprised to see that it was not the sweater she had been raving about for the past two weeks, but a white box with the inscription WizWatch — one of the most popular and expensive brands of wristwatches. The latest model.

Diego had often seen it in shop windows, but he never thought he'd get one from his girlfriend. It was, perhaps, very pleasant, and he could not even find the words to look at the gift that Veruca handed him with an expectant smile, but there was one question that still haunted him, despite the fact that the watch was his long-standing wish.

"Oh, that's just awesome!" he quickly opened the box. The watch glittered like a brand-new galleon with its smooth black dial and almost begged to be worn on his wrist. "Damn, babe, I've been dreaming about this watch since summer!"

"I know," Veruca said, smiling contentedly as they headed back to their room. Diego stared at the clock for a long time, and Veruca kept turning in front of the mirror, watching the pale green pendant shimmer in the timid sunlight. Diego stared at her, homely and comfortable, and finally decided to ask a question that might break their morning idyll, but the answer was too important. He cleared his throat, walked over to Veruca, wrapped his fingers around her shoulders, and murmured, "And that famous sweater you were obsessed with? Was it for me?"

Veruca looked up at him. For a few seconds, she looked as if the mirror reflected not her boyfriend, but some strange person, and an idiot. Then she burst out laughing.

Diego, not understanding, even stepped back. Veruca laughed, she laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes, and he stood there, not understanding what was happening, and he felt like a complete idiot: why the hell was she laughing? Veruca, on the other hand, could not calm down her burst into such infectious laughter that in the end Diego himself began to laugh nervously, still not fully aware of what he was laughing at. More precisely, without even realizing what he was laughing at. But his girlfriend clearly understood everything and finally just fell on the bed, bending over with laughter. When she stopped, she looked at Diego and groaned: "The sweater... wasn't... for you."

"I've already guessed," he said, still smiling, but now in a jealous tone. Not him. Then who? Coby, one of their mutual friends? "Who then?" Veruca gave another stifled laugh, wiped away a tear, "Gambat."

Diego just stared at her for a few seconds with the most stony expression on his face. "What?" he asked. Really, what?

"Gambat," said Veruca. "You know, my bat. Here, take a look." she pointed to the ceiling. Diego looked up and saw Gambat, Veruca's pet. He was hanging from the ceiling in a tiny green sweater with white Christmas trees and a red deer. Suddenly, two emotions seized him by the throat: amusement at his own stupidity and jealousy. Of course, it's strange to be jealous of your girlfriend's pet, but... yes, he was. Veruca must have sensed it, because she held out her hand to him and said: "You're offended."

"Nothing like that," Diego said. Veruca got up, walked over to him, stood on her tiptoes, and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. The world swayed and seemed to be rapidly slipping away from under his feet. "I love you," Veruca said, smiling slyly. "You're a jealous fool, Diego Caplan, but I still love you. Merry Christmas."

"And you're crazy and incomprehensible, Veruca McQuaid, but I still love you, too," Diego grinned. "Merry Christmas," he said, and pulled her into a giddy kiss as they both giggled.

Gambat, who was watching them from the ceiling, gave a barely audible snort and covered himself with his wings for show, but continued to watch the couple from his hiding place and cheerfully glittered with black transparent, cunning, beadlike eyes.

Merry Christmas, sweet couple!

#dieruca #diego caplan #veruca mcquaid #hogwarts mystery #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm fanfiction #hogwarts mystery fanfic #diego x mc #hphm christmas

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caritobbg · 4 years ago

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Secret Love Song (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

"Next time I'll let you get me ready for a date" said Penelope jumping from happiness "let's get to work sweeties! The time is approaching and Joey will come in at any moment to kick us out of here " "Ok ... I guess I'll have to close my eyes, right?" "I'm sorry to say yes, you can't see until we finish enlisting, again" Emily always had an emergency plan ready for these cases "I can only say that this is true to your style"

"AND…. ready!!!" adding a beautiful necklace from your favorite series "Can I see myself already?" "Yes, darling" said Penelope "turn it around and open your eyes"

When she looked in the mirror she was speechless, Emily hit the mark! She was not one of her best friends for nothing since she joined the team.

"I ... Em ... I ..." surprised; it looked amazing! "It's time! Go to your places "said Joey entering with Rossi "Go see you in half an hour!" (Y / N) said with a giant smile as they waved her off and wished her luck "You look beautiful little one!" said that person who she considered her father "I wish Reid were here, I would have no words to describe you" laughing "Yes ..." with a muffled voice and looking at her feet "but there is someone else in her heart ..." "Don't be so sure" sitting next to her "what did she tell you?" “That he was in love with a friend who since the day he met her cannot get her out of his head. I know it's not me ... " "Come here" hugging her "how is it that you are so sure what not ..." “David, I am not the girl of your dreams. I'm shy, clumsy, distracted, I hate going out to nightclubs… ” "Hey! Don't even think about saying that again !!! " Rossi said making her look at him “of all the girls he's dated, they all considered him a weirdo, they never made it past the first date. You are the only one who saw it with other eyes that were not to judge it "he said firmly" I am very sure that you are that girl " “Her name is Kiara” (Y / N) said with a trembling voice “I know they were seeing each other, I know that Spence likes that girl. I know it's not me "

"Come on, it's about time" Joey said again "The fourth person is already finishing singing" “Okay…” as they got up “is Cam there? "Yes, he came in next to us" Rossi put a hand on her shoulder "they told me that one of those is going to make her angry, a lot" "It better all go well ... and yes, the first one is going to make him angry" laughing "he deserves it"

“There he is," Derek said whispering and glancing at Cam as he sat down at one of the tables in the front row. "Remember the plan" meeting with Hotch "we must not approach if there is no suspicious movement" “(Y / N) will be the last. After I finish he will come with us ... " "Surely he will come too, almost a year ago they finished" said Spencer "will try to do something" "And that's when we'll catch him" added Rossi "I'll go talk to Joey, it's already starting," he said by the time the lights dimmed and he began to give a brief introduction of the first person who was going to sing.

Time flew by. Spencer kept thinking about the things that could go right or wrong… she thought about what (Y / N) would sing, dance, and how she would be dressed for the occasion. He had heard Garcia and JJ talk about wanting it to be something “sexy”, to leave everyone who passed by drooling and, of course, he did not like that idea, he felt more nervous than before ...

"Easy kid!" Derek said taking some of his drink "Derek, we are not supposed to drink in the middle of work" whispering and listening to a man in his 50s singing Queen's Love of my Life. “You don't have to suspect us” referring to Cam “also, this is grape juice” "I know you don't have to suspect us" "I know you are afraid, but nothing will go wrong, and do not come with the statistics, on this precise day they do not count" "(Y / N)?" asked on the intracom Hotch seeing that Emily, Penelope and JJ were approaching "Nervous. He's talking to Rossi "JJ replied sitting in their respective places" we already saw our unsub "

The next two people sang love songs again, TOO cloying for Spencer's taste, you could feel the sweetness and love in the air. I was begging (Y / N) to cut with that, it was not something surprising. By the time the fourth person had finished his performance of L’amore si Muove by Il Volo, he knew that her turn was approaching. His nerves took hold of him when he saw Rossi approaching the bar to order a whiskey while he motioned for her to come talk to him.

"What's going on?" once it got closer. "(Y / N) told me that you were dating a certain Kiara" he said without mincing words "is that so?" “Ah… I…” but she couldn't lie “yes… an old friend from college… we went out a couple of times, but I told her that I didn't want anything with her, that my heart was with someone else” "And why didn't you tell her you didn't see her anymore?" "I don't know ... I panicked and it was the only thing I could say" "Do not worry child. Today is your chance to fix things "

“Ladies and gentlemen” said Joey once the applause had stopped “our last participant is a very special client for us, and today she is going to delight us with her beautiful voice… she will sing two incredible songs: one by the famous English band Little Mix, the second, an indistinct song that we will hear for the first time here live and direct. Please give (Y / N) a loud applause !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ” -------------------------------------------------

(Y / N) POV’s I started dancing and singing all over the place, I was nervous but happy to do this, I had to unburden myself of everything that this damn thing did to me in these years of relationship. I was with Cam for four years, in the last one it was that he changed and I decided to cut, I couldn't take it anymore ...

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFDzhKdrN9M)

“This is a shout out to my ex Heard he in love with some other chick Yeah yeah, that hurt me, I'll admit Forget that boy, I'm over it I hope she gettin' better sex Hope she ain't fakin' it like I did, babe Took four long years to call it quits Forget that boy, I'm over it…”

And it was a one way trip !!!! I never felt so free in my life, seeing his angry face was what I wanted to provoke, something easy to capture once and for all! He wouldn't hurt any more girls, he wouldn't do the same thing he did to me anymore. I kept singing with a smile until the moment I least wanted came. I could hear Penelope cheering me on and shouting my name from one of the last tables, I laughed when I saw her together with JJ and Emily screaming and singing, seeing the astonished faces of Dave, Hotch, even Derek !!!! Her jaw almost touched the floor !!!!! But… I was looking for that tall, intelligent, shy boy, my best friend… what am I saying? Best friend? No, it wasn't just that.

"Thank you all!!!! That was fun "while trying to smile" I have to confess that I was never very good with words, less when it came to expressing my deepest feelings ... I realized that when I returned home a few weeks ago ... "sighing I progressed with the first that came to mind “… at that time, I didn't know if love at first sight actually existed, I thought it was a passing thing. It wasn't until something happened that made me realize that it does exist. ", I sat on the stool in front of the keyboard, wondering whether to say his name or not ..." when I found out that that person who made me believe in that started dating one of his best friends, my world fell apart, I could never get to confess how I felt, I never got to tell him that since I met him a few years ago on my first day of work I felt that I was going to be someone special in my life, I could not confess that I loved him. And… if I have to be honest, I am happy that I have found someone who can give you everything that is out of my reach… The song is called Secret Love Song, because I never dared to say any of the things that I saved for myself. I dedicate it to my best friend… ” fuck it! Just say his name !!! "Spencer Reid."

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUblXdhp1r0)

We keep behind closed doors Every time I see you, I die a little more Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls It'll never be enough As you drive me to my house I can't stop these silent tears from rolling down You and I both have to hide On the outside where I can't be yours and you Can't be mine But I know this We got a love that is homeless

Why can't I hold you in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops I wish that it could be like that Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours

It's obvious you're meant for me Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep But I'll never show it on my face But we know this, we got a love that is homeless

Why can't you hold me in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that Why can't we be like that? 'Cause I'm yours Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops I wish that it could be like that Why can't we be like that? 'Cause I'm yours

I don't wanna live love this way I don't wanna hide us away I wonder if it ever will change I'm living for that day Someday....

I remembered the moment when he accidentally kissed me once leaving the cinema and arriving at my apartment. He had told me that it had been a mistake, something on impulse, and I was stupid and told him exactly the same thing ... my tears were already trying to spill ...

* "Thanks Spence, I had a lot of fun tonight" I said smiling "I hope that, if there is no case, we can repeat it again" "It's nothing" like me "and I would love to repeat it again" “But…” she looked at me in confusion “next time it will be here at home with an Agatha Christie’s Poirot marathon. I can't believe you've never seen the series !!!!! " seeing how he laughed at my statement "I mean it" "I'll get the popcorn then" her smile ... I felt trapped in her We both fell silent, dangerously close to each other, her lips brushing against mine in a careless moment. "(Y / N) l ... sorry ... I ..." clearing his throat "I shouldn't have done that, it was a ... big mistake by ..." "Don't worry Spence" trying to sound calm "I think ... you should go home, it's getting late and we have to go to work and ..." "I promise to let you know when I arrive" he said in a thread of voice "see you tomorrow" and then run away and leave me alone with my thoughts. *

When you hold me in the street And you kiss me on the dance floor I wish that we could be like that Why can't we be like that 'Cause I'm yours, I'm yours

Oh, why can't you hold me in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops I wish that it could be like that Why can't we be like that? 'Cause I'm yours…

I paused a little and, meeting those beautiful caramel eyes, I continued with the last verse while tears fell from mine ...

Why can't we be like that? Wish we could be like that....

Everyone was clapping, but I couldn't stop staring at him. He looked beautiful with that lilac shirt, dark blue jeans, different colored stockings and his black conversations ruined by constant use ... I felt stupid to be in love with someone who doesn't feel the same ...

"Thank you all" I finally said to get out of there.

"YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE" I felt a strong grip on my neck and a cold metal on my head, the more I struggled to release myself, the more force Cameron made; I could see Penelope, Aaron and David taking people out of the place to keep them safe, and Emily, JJ, Derek and Spence pointing at us. Nice way to celebrate Valentine's Day, right?

"CAMERON, LET HER NOW" Derek yelled without lowering the gun "We don't want to hurt you" "Hurt?" he said laughing “how funny, here the only one who hurt me was HER !!! HE ABANDONED ME, LEFT ME IN MISERY !!! " "You hurt me" tried to push him "you mistreated me, you hit me and you cheated" "QUIET!" the gun was going to leave a permanent mark on my head if I kept pressing it "Cam, listen, I know she hurt you ..." Spencer started to say to play along "she left you alone ... I understand that you want revenge, but this doesn't have to end like this"

My mind raced thinking about what I was going to do, I had to get out of her arms unscathed, or try to do it. She wasn't going to let this bastard get away with it. "Love ..." making him look at me "love, I'm sorry .... I'm sorry I left you, I didn't know what I was doing. Without you I am… lost… ”his breathing began to accelerate“ do you remember… that Il Volo song that I like so much? ” humming the song "... my heart paused, hugging nothing, clinging to nothing ... my illusion is blind ... there is no tomorrow ..." I felt his grip loosen and, without saying that any sound came out of my throat, I managed to look at Spencer and say "I'm sorry ..."

After that I felt a stabbing pain and everything went black ...

#Criminal Minds #Aaron Hotchner #Jennifer Jareau #Derek Morgan #David Rossi #Emily Prentiss #Penelope Garcia #Spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x y/n

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yukiwrites · 4 years ago

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A Cute, But Loving Mistake

Thank you for the support as always, @soffie101!! I hope you like this ;v;)

It’s a C-A Support chain between her OC Lisette (info here!) and Raphael

Commission info HERE and HERE!

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C SUPPORT

At the Marketplace.

Lisette: I do wonder if there was a new shipment of Angelic tea, it has been much too long since I’ve shared a cup with-

Raphael: *sniffs*

Lisette: Goodness, is that you, Raphael? What troubles you so, young man?

Raphael: O-oh, Lisette? Hi there! Thanks for the handkerchief, let me just *hoonks* there, thanks.

Lisette: Uh, yes, you are most welcome. Has something happened?

Raphael: *sniffs* Nah, it’s just that I saw this merchant and- look at all this baby stuff! Man, it brings me back to the days my little sister was THIS small and she- *sniffs* she was so cute and tiny and fragile…

Raphael: It just makes me wish to be stronger so I’ll get hired as a knight to protect her even more! Good stuff, this.

Lisette: Oh, my, that IS rather adorable, this baby-sized bib...

Raphael: Right? And those over there even have the Crest of Seiros sewn into them!

Lisette, frowning: Well, that is rather blasphemous, and as such…

Lisette: I do not think my daughter would ever enjoy such things, surely.

Raphael: Aw man, that’s a pity-

Raphael: Wait, your what?

Lisette: Oh.

Raphael: Your daught- MAN, she’s picky for a kid, huh?!

Lisette: No, you have got it wrong-

Raphael: No, no, Big Bro Raph here is an expert in this kinda stuff! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to find something your baby will LOVE! My sister never complained when I got her new stuff, you know?

Raphael: Well, maybe that one time, or that other time. Maybe that other time too, but- the thing is that I’m gonna help you find something she’ll love! C’mon, let’s go to that spot over there, there are some simpler things like toys and stuff.

Lisette: As I said, it is a misunderstand-

Lisette: Well, perhaps not entirely, however-

Raphael: OH, I get it, you don’t want people to know, right? Don’t worry, we can say I’m looking for stuff to send to my sister! All the merchants here know me so it’s gonna be a walk in the park. Leave it to Big Bro here, alright?

Lisette: *sighs* Perhaps this is going to be harder than I expected...

B SUPPORT

Raphael: Oh man, wait ‘till Lisette sees all this! Her kid’s GOTTA be happy with some of these!

Raphael: Good thing I caught that merchant right before he was leaving. Since Lisette wasn’t near, I just grabbed everything I could, Haha, I can’t wait to see her face.

Lisette, on her own: ...

Raphael: Oh, there she is! Heeeey, Lisette!

Lisette: Hm? Raphael- goodness! What is all this you carry? There are so many bags and boxes and-

Raphael: I know right? I couldn’t stop once I saw all this cute stuff. Look, I’ll show ‘em.

Lisette: W-wait, you’re stacking these boxes on the floor. We’re in the middle of the corridor, there is no need to- oh. Goddess preserve me.

Raphael: Hah! I knew it’d take the words outta you! Isn’t it cute? This here is the box of toys and that one there; I fixed an old lady’s wagon back at the city and she gave me a lot of her daughter’s old baby clothes! You woulda thunk there would be only a few, but the kid had so much stuff! Look at those frills and ribbons, your kid’s gonna LOVE it.

Lisette, blushing: R-Raphael, I beg you to lower your voice, I am rather troubled.

Raphael: Oh! Oh yeah, you never told anyone ‘bout your kid, right? *whispering* Let me just carry this stuff to your room, then.

Lisette,blushing: N-no, please, listen to me: this is not an appropriate gift for a man to give to an unmarried woman, can you understand? Besides, this is too much to-

Raphael: Not appropriate? Really? But I just wanted to help make your kid smile…

Raphael: Then, can you tell me where I can put these without anyone knowing? I promise I won’t do this in an open spot again, but I can’t help but wanting to help you and your kid!

Lisette: I cannot- this isn’t- *sighs* v-very well, Raphael. Thank you for wanting to be of use in such a heartwarming way, I am very touched.

Raphael: Great! You can just tell me where to go so people won’t see us together! I can, oof, carry all these in one go!

Lisette: P-please do not overexert yourself, yes? There is no need for us to walk our separate ways, at least for now. Do come with me to my study to drop all these crates off. Mayhap you can stay for tea? I finally found the Angelic blend for sale last week.

Raphael: Sure! I’m starving after lugging these around, anyway, so we could instead go to the mess hall! I gotta feed my muscles.

Lisette: Heehee, very well, then. I shall ask for the cook to give you extra helpings for being such a thoughtful companion.

Raphael: Oh yeah!

A SUPPORT

Lisette: Mrhm, these texts Seteth summarized are a great source of information…

Lisette: My eyes grow tired, however, so I shall stop here- goodness! It is already this late? I should tidy up these books and place them in their shelves.

Raphael: Oh, there she is! Lisette, heey!

Lisette: Raphael, good day to you. Or rather, good evening. I have completely lost the track of time as I was studying.

Raphael: You’re always going ‘round with a book or the other, right? Here, lemme help you with these ones that go high up.

Lisette: Why, thank you, Raphael. I would have needed to fetch the ladder for those.

Raphael: No problem! Hey, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while, but I think now that there’s no one around, I can.

Lisette, sweating: Very well. Go on.

Raphael: How old is your kid? ‘Cause I’ve been bringing you baby stuff since you’re young and all, so she couldn’t be that old, right? But I wanted to give her stuff for her age since my sister sometimes complained that I got stuff for her that was ‘too babey’, so I don’t wanna get it wrong for your kid.

Lisette: Ah, that...

Raphael: By the way, did anything happen to the dad? I haven’t seen anyone dad-like around you so I was wondering if he’d died or something, so that must’ve been really hard for you, right? So young and already with a kid to raise without any dad figure to her.

Raphael: I know what’s like to raise a kid alone -- even though she’s my sister, I was kinda her parent for the most part of her life before we moved in with our gramps, so I wanna help you in any way I can to make sure your daughter doesn’t want for anything!

Lisette, sweat, blushing: I, ah, that was a very sweet and thoughtful declaration, Raphael, however, I, well. There has been a deep misunderstanding for a long time that I have not been able to clear, but… My daughter, as I called her before, was simply a… yes, it was simply a baby wyvern I have been caring for a long while, so I have gotten attached to it- to her- like she was my own daughter.

Lisette: Do forgive me for the misunderstanding, but I have yet been able to find the right time to clear it...

Raphael: Pfft, hahah! Oh man, I got it all wrong, huh? *thud*

Lisette: *gasp* M-my back-

Raphael: I’m glad you don’t have to carry that responsibility all by yourself, then! Raising a kid is tough, especially when you don’t have anyone to lean on.

Raphael: I was about to ask if I could be the father figure your kid would need, but I guess wyverns don’t see men as dads, do they? Haha!

Lisette: Haha… ha. Yes, t-they do not. Indeed.

Lisette, blushing: *ahem* However, I am delighted about your offer and touched by your kind heart, Raphael. I feel that it would be a shame to stop meeting with you now that this misunderstanding has been cleared, so if you would have me, I would love for us to keep strengthening our bonds as allies.

Raphael: Sure! Heck, I wasn’t gonna stop being your friend because of THAT. Besides, I’m sure you’re gonna need me to put more books on high shelves from time to time, right? I’m not leaving you alone!

Lisette, smiling: Thank you once again, Raphael.

Lisette: The mess hall is long closed, but I do have some confectionaries stashed away in my room… Would you care for a cup of tea and some delightful sweets? As a thanks for all that you’ve done up until now.

Raphael: You got it!

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #raphael fire emblem #fatesona #my writings #support chains #yuki's commissions

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bangtanbetchfics · 5 years ago

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Aerodynamics (m) | finale: black box

genre: smut, fluff, angst rating: explicit pairing: kim namjoon x female reader x idol!jungkook word count: 3.5k suggested listening: dOra maar - onlyoneof | lady - solhee | dreamcatcher + here we are - gfriend | playlist warnings: explicit language, explicit/casual/rough sex summary: after a few steamy encounters, namjoon questions your intentions. notes: the real (real) finale of aerodynamics! finally finished my nearly second 20k fic! this final chapter was inspired by an ao3 comment on one of the previous chapters, so i’m really excited to share this neat bow on the story. a special thanks to everyone who read & liked! :) navigation: ch. i | ch. ii | ch. iii | iv | v: finale. | masterlist.

black box: [in relation to flight equipment] anything that has mysterious or unknown internal functions or mechanisms.

“F-Fuck, Joon!” You cry out into the air as your nails claw into the muscles on Namjoon’s back, leaving red welts in their trails.

It was only five in the morning, and Namjoon’s cock was already rearranging your insides.

As you’re buried under the weight of Namjoon’s body, your moans come out in loud, choked grunts. He always made you loud, and a raw, primal energy was coursing through the room.

“God, your pussy is so good – fuck,” Namjoon grits out, his lips and teeth gnashing at your own. Electricity burns through your veins as you take him, his hips furiously snapping into yours.

“Namjoon, ah-” Namjoon lets out a strained grunt as you squeal, and he pushes into you – balls deep.

“Did. He. Fuck. Your. Pussy. This… good?” He grits through his teeth, punctuating each word of his ask with each roll of his hips.

Namjoon’s tan skin is glistening in a sparkling sheen of sweat above you, his muscles flexing with every slam into you.

“N-No!” You cry out in pleasure as your neck arches, pushing the base of your head further into the pillows underneath you.

“No, what?” His thick girth is still pummeling you at this point, making you gasp for breath. He glides his body up, holding himself over you before he grabs your chin to await your response.

“No, Sir.” You exhale. He gives you a satisfied smirk, his dimples pressing into his cheeks.

Namjoon’s lips and teeth immediately move to your neck to mark you, and you moan as one of your hands slides to grab the hair at the base of his skull.

“Who’s pussy is this then?” He asks, his voice gravely from exhaustion.

It’s still a surprise to Namjoon as to how you’re still able to keep up with his stamina.

“Fuck no-” You start, and Namjoon corrects you with a slam of his hips – a cry falling from your lips.

“Fuck no, Sir. It’s yours.” He licks his lips in satisfaction as you start to catch on.

“Mine?” Namjoon hits you with another buck of his hips, and you groan in delight. You nod, both of your lips and teeth clashing in a hungry embrace.

“God you’re so good at taking my cock like a little slut, huh?” He grunts out as he picks his maniacal pace back up, watching you whine and writhe beneath him. The baritone notes of his voice reverberate in your ear as his length crashes into your core over and over in a relentless heat.

“Baby, don’t fucking cum,” He tells you, demands of you – and at this point, the pleasure was raw and you were the fullest you ever felt in awhile, so you bit your lip to take your mind off your release.

Namjoon tosses you onto your side, cradling your body from behind as his hand fastens itself to your hip.

You moan as he enters you again and begins to pump into you. Each time he entered you it felt like the first time, and it was delicious. His desire permeates through you, leaving you desperate for his lips. You crane your neck to meet his plump lips behind you.

“It’s yours,” You strain your words into his lips, the pace of your encroaching pleasure suffocating your air supply.

“Baby, cum for me,” Namjoon adjusts himself, and his cock starts to drag on your g-spot, and it makes you pant. His fingers move up to roll your nipples as his cock reaches your depths.

The exchange of moans between the two of you picks up pace, and a sudden drag of his cock against your walls makes you squirt. It makes your body jerk before you settle – your breaths at a quickened pace.

“Jesus, fuck!” Namjoon howls, the waves your wetness coating his cock. He pumps into you a few more times as your walls grip him, and he releases inside of you with a steady groan.

“Fuck,” Namjoon pulls out of you, rolling you onto your back. He pins your hands above your head, and you close your eyes as his lips tenderly meet yours.

“ God, I love you,” He breathes out as he rests his sticky forehead on yours – awaiting a mutual response. The only sounds filling the silence in the room are your breaths coming down to a normal pace.

Reality settles in as you cycle through the racing thoughts in your mind – effectively causing you to slip from your high. After a moment, you open your eyes.

“Joon, I have to pee,” You look up into his dark, almond eyes for a moment before tapping his chest, signaling him to get up.

As you stand you pull a tissue from the tissue box at your bedside – wiping the mix of fluids that drizzle down your leg.

“You okay?” Namjoon asks as he watches you head toward the bathroom. “Yeah, I just have to get ready for work.” You call back.

Namjoon throws himself back into the pillows, his forearm resting over his head in disbelief.

A sudden buzz of your cell on the nightstand snaps him from his daze, and he reaches over to grab your phone. The screen lights up and he sees:

[?]: Meet me. Tonight.

You arrive from the shower – ruffling your wet hair – and Namjoon tosses your phone to the end of the bed.

“Who’s this?” Namjoon inquires, his brows furrowing together as he rests his arms behind his head.

You take a moment to look at the text, immediately knowing who it’s from.

“So you’re just looking at my phone now?” You ask, your tone pointed.

“I just don’t want you seeing other guys,” Namjoon sits up, his eyes searching yours.

“I’m not your girlfriend, Joon. You don’t get to decide what I do,” You chuckle, continuing to ruffle your wet hair with the towel that was formerly around your frame.

“Since when? I thought we were together?” He presses again, his eyes following you as you walk to the closet and pull out your uniform.

“Yeah, we’re together. Fucking together, Joon,” You say matter-of-factly.

“So what was that back there a few days ago? When you said you loved me?” At this point Namjoon is pulling on his shirt and boxers, and he parks himself at the edge of the bed.

“Pretty sure we all say stupid shit in the middle of sex, right?” You continue, and his brows come together in distress. “Oh my god, this again.” He grumbles into his hands, which now cover his mouth.

“What’d you say?” You stop in the middle of pulling on your stockings.

“Did you honestly think we’d fuck a few times and things would be back to normal?” You scoff, quickly drawing your stockings to your hips.

“I just-” Namjoon starts, but you quickly interject him.

“I cried every fucking night, Joon. Alone . Just think for one second about how it feels to have someone promise their love to you forever, only to turn everything around a week later because they’ve changed their mind?”

“Just imagine…” You scoff again as you relive what you’ve said aloud, placing your heels on your feet.

You grab your luggage in haste, heading to the door.

“I’m sorry, I-” Namjoon leaps up to grab your wrist, and you snatch away from him.

“Get the fuck off me.” His eyes are wet as he looks at you, and you glare at him – not a glint of mercy in your eyes.

You slam the door, and Joon rests his forehead on it before he bangs it with his fist in frustration a few times.

“Fuck!” He shouts, pursing his lips in regret shortly after.

***

“Something to drink?” You ask a customer on your flight, and he smiles at you.

“Sure, ginger ale?” He responds, and you nod at him.

You force yourself to smile as you pick up a few ice cubes to drop into his cup, and Taehyung tilts his head as he watches you. He hands a customer their cup before he places a hand on yours.

You look up at him, shaking your head as you force your lips up into another smile.

“Hey, you don’t seem like yourself, love,” He says warmly, his cat-like eyes boring into you with concern.

“I’m fine, really,” You assure yourself, before your eyes space out into the cup in your hands. Emotions blend inside of you, and you cover your mouth as tears well into your eyes.

“I’m sorry…” You say to Taehyung without looking up at him, and he sighs as he watches you run off.

“Miss, my drink?” The man shouts after you, as you run down the aisle and disappear into the galley.

***

You look at your watch as you descend an escalator to the bottom floor of the airport, and you sigh to yourself – still embarrassed about how you cried earlier at work.

At the bottom of the escalator is a woman in a black baseball cap, the rest of her body is also shrouded in black clothing.

The woman approaches you, and you look at her in shock before she pulls your ear to her mouth. She references a paper in her hand before crumpling it, and placing it in her pocket. She then moves back to your ear, whispering something to you as you nod.

She slips something in your pocket, and your hand follows hers to the item.

***

As you stand outside of a hotel room door, a black coat and baseball cap are now also on your frame.

Your hand slips into the same spot where the woman placed the item, and you retrieve it. You slide the item – a keycard – into the slot, and it lights up green and buzzes with assurance.

As you open the door, Jungkook is standing tall over you, his big, bright eyes brimming with excitement.

Jungkook’s still made up from the show he played that night, and you can’t help but notice his chest is bare – his prominent collarbones peeking from underneath his button up silk shirt.

You smile as you look up at him, and he moves from your space – putting his arm out to show you the room.

You take in the room: bright and glittering with glass and marble finishings, waves crashing on the beach just outside of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“This is so beautiful, Jungkook,” You mumble into his warm lips as he bends down to kiss you. Your eyes are still forlorn as he pulls away, and he tries to bring up the mood by dragging you toward a table.

The glass table is set with utensils and cloth napkins – two meals covered with metal tops for each of you.

Your spirits lift as you take in the scents of the meals floating out from underneath their tops, and a smile curls up your lips.

There was no doubt that Jungkook had to be an extremely busy person, but even he was somehow still able to make time for you, you think to yourself.

Jungkook pulls out of your chair, and then sits down – his eyes watching you with a glimmer of mischief in them.

“Don’t look at me like that!” You cry out and he smiles at you. You can’t help but giggle, hiding your face in your hands.

“There you go. It’s beautiful when you smile,” He chuckles, chomping into the steak in front of him. Your cheeks are still nearly up to your temples as Jungkook gulps down his food.

“I hope you brought your Switch again. I won’t lose this time,” His confidence is sky high and it makes you laugh out loud.

As you eat, you notice your hair tie is still on his wrist and you smile again.

“You’re so cute. Seriously.” He tilts his head and you point at his wrist, making him blush.

“Don’t be shy now,” You tease, and his eyes get dark.

“Shy?” He asks, placing his fork down. He walks over to your side of the table and tilts your chin up, his lips enveloping yours.

Jungkook was done wasting time with you, and how quickly his lips meet yours assures you of that.

Jungkook uses his strength to lift you straight up from the seat, and you squeal as he lifts you into his arms. His lips are hungry after yours, and he falls onto the edge of the bed with you in his arms.

You unbutton his shirt as you kiss him, your hands running over his hard pecs under the soft silk. He squeezes your waist as your fingers undo the final button of the top, coaxing you further toward him.

“Clothes. Off.” His tone is hungry – serious – as he pops his lips from yours.

You stand up and strip off your top, and he pulls you by the waist in between his legs to watch you.

His large, rough hands glide up the curves of your waist and meet your breasts as you remove your bra, and it makes you exhale in satisfaction.

You finally slide out of your skirt, and he pulls you down to his lips by your ascot. He latches onto your lips again, pulling you into a horizontal position on the bed.

You sit up on top of him, the warm sensation of your core heavy on his hardening bulge. He groans at your twists on his cock through his boxers, watching you lift your fingers up to remove your ascot.

“Leave it on,” He demands as he pulls your hands down to lock behind your back. You grin into another kiss as he releases your hands and you move to remove his pants, shuffling them down his thighs.

You crawl down his body, placing kisses on his skin as you go. He sighs out as you work, his hands in your hair. You hook your index fingers into his underwear and pull them down, and his cock – already glistening with precum – springs out.

“Fuck,” He groans as you lick a stripe up his cock, your hot mouth immediately enveloping it. You bob your head up and down on him for a bit before you pop your mouth from his cock to look at him.

You crawl back on top of him and he lifts you over his head to his mouth. His tongue digs into your core, and you grip the headboard for stability. You start to squirm at the workings of his tongue, but he locks his strong arms around your thighs to keep you from moving.

“Jungkook…” You squeal, and he pulls his mouth from you – tossing you onto your back to kiss you.

His tongue parts your mouth, and the two of you battle for dominance. He nibbles your lips to assert himself, and you give in.

Jungkook moves his lips to your neck, and you breathe in the scent on his skin – ironically reminiscent of a warm ocean breeze. You return small kisses and bites to the soft skin of his neck, and his long, dark lashes meet his skin as he closes his eyes in bliss. He croons out a moan, and you chuckle as each moan comes out in a similar fashion. He was definitely a singer, you laugh to yourself .

You yelp as Jungkook suddenly lifts you into his arms again, and he laughs as you clutch his shoulders.

“That never gets old,” You giggle, as he places your back near a wall. Your head cranes back as he places a thrust into your gut, your body moving with the impact. His hands clutch your ass tighter and he continues, picking up the pace.

You groan in impatience as you chase your high, and he speeds up to satisfy you. Your hands latch onto his bulging biceps, his own strength enough to keep your weight up.

Each of his soft moans lands in your ear, and it only brings you closer to the edge.

Jungkook quickly slips out of you, placing you on the floor. He spins you around, pressing you to the wall with his weight. He swiftly enters you, and you moan. After a few thrusts into you, he tugs you back by your ascot – the fabric firmly in his fist.

“Fuck me,” You mumble, and he presses his fingers deeper into your waist. Your hand slides up his tattooed arm, and back down to his tattooed hand – moving it toward your clit. He rubs circles into the sensitive nub as you continue to cry out as he pounds into you.

“Harder,” You plead, and he uses the ascot to yank you to his ear – your neck flexing all the way back as he grunts into your skin.

Jungkook places a pointed thrust into you and you cry out as his cock spills you both over the edge. He places one final kiss on the back of your neck, the rapid pace of both of your breaths still in the air.

The two of you crawl back into bed with your Switch devices, and you giggle as you crawl to nest yourself in Jungkook’s arm.

“I’ll have to show you again who’s the very best,” You rest your head on his chest, snuggling into him.

“Man, you just don’t give up!” He giggles out, slapping his thigh.

“Nope.” You smile to yourself, satisfied. You quickly think about what it means to not give up , and your smile falls for a brief moment. You sigh, bringing your awareness back to the game in front of you.

***

A particularly loud crash of a wave wakes you, and your eyes squint at the prominent sunshine through the window. Jungkook’s heavy arm drapes over your side, his nose nuzzled into the back of your neck.

As you stir, he inhales – his warm breath tickling the back of your neck as he exhales into your skin.

You reach over for your phone, sighing as soon as you see the screen.

[JOONIE]: [39 MISSED CALLS]

You rest your hand under your cheek for a moment, taking in what you just saw. Your eyes float over the view for a moment, before you sigh again.

“Good morning,” Jungkook whispers as you turn over to face him, and your lips meet before his eyes even open. You take a moment to look at him, your thumb gliding over his soft cheek.

“We can’t do this again,” You say in a quiet voice, your eyes examining his own.

“There’s someone else, isn’t there?” He chuckles sadly into your cheek, pressing one last kiss into it.

“I know,” He grazes your nose with his lips. “Thank you. For everything ,” You say softly.

Jungkook’s doe eyes follow you as you stand and get dressed, and it crushes you a bit as you watch him.

He smiles as you wave to him before shutting the door, and he sighs, plopping his head back on the bed.

***

You’re face-to-face with the door of Namjoon’s apartment, and you sigh as you stare at it. After a few beats you insert your key, and turn the knob.

As you enter, you gently shut the door and press your back to it.

You stand in silence – hands behind your back as your head hangs low. You sniffle a few times as you wipe a few gathering tears from your eyes.

You hear heavy steps in the back of the apartment, and Namjoon sticks his head out from his room. He sees you, his eyes springing into wide circles of relief. He runs, bringing himself to stand in front of you.

“Namjoon, I’m sorry, I-” Namjoon shakes his head, his eyes still wide.

“I’m the one who should apologize.” He interjects, as he gently places his hands on your shoulders.

“I think I’m just freaked out – scared – at how much I love you,” The honest confession of emotions causes your words to waver. He brings you into his warm chest in an embrace.

“We’ve been here before. And I’m scared, Joon,” You cry out into his chest, and he kisses the top of your head. “I know…” He responds, his voice hoarse with regret.

“I know…” He trails off. “I had to come to terms with making the biggest mistake of my life,” Namjoon pulls you from his chest by your shoulders to look at you.

“I’m so sorry. I really fucked up,” He pleads as your foreheads meet to rest on each other. He starts to cry himself as your eyes are still focused on the ground.

“Joon, I-” His eyes lock into yours as he thumbs away your tears, and he silences you with his lips.

You reciprocate, your hands meeting his shoulders. As you sort through your emotions, your arms move to gradually wrap around his neck as he tips you backward. He uses the momentum of dipping you back to spring you up into his arms, and you fasten your arms and legs around him.

“We can start all over. From the beginning if we need to,” He whispers as you look at his shiny, dark eyes – your hands cupping his cheeks. You thumb away his tears as you search his eyes, which are glimmering with hope.

“I need you to know your heart is safe. You’re safe with me now,” Namjoon assures you. You nod, looking at him for a few more moments before you turn your head to press your lips to his.

As you pull back from the kiss, you look at him again.

“I love you so much, Joonie,” You whisper in relief.

“I love you, too,” He responds, the pressure finally out of his voice.

Namjoon’s dimples pop into his cheeks in relief as you kiss him again.

#bts fanfiction #bangtanidx #btssmutclub #ksmutclub #namkook #btsbookclub #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #smut #fluff

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 5 years ago

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Lost

Hannah was lost.

Which in any other town, any other forest may have been only slightly worrying at least, considering she had been very close to the town just a second ago.

Actually just a second ago she had been only barely into the forest.

But this was Wickhills and it was very nearly dawn. And she was now very deep into the forest.

Ofcourse Wickhills was a lot calmer than it had once been, or so people say.

Oh, how Hannah loved those folktales; of a horrible Serpent King and his 100 year reign of terror. Of brave hero’s who defeat him. And of love and witches and magic.

Whether or not those things happened and the exact details are up for debate.

There were a lot of versions too, bloodier ones, cynical ones, and the ones Hannah’s mother told: full of hope and love and always with a happy (or very hopeful) ending.

But whatever was true all those tales where a lot of fun when you aren’t actually living them.

People getting tricked, or pulled to Fairy Land, sounds a lot more fun when you aren’t lost in the forest.

She felt like she was walking in circles, especially as she passed the same weird rock for the third time.

Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes as she tried to remember her survival classes.

She wasn’t exactly in a great position, it was a rather hot spring day and she had no coat to speak of, her only charm was a rather small iron necklace and a small bag of corn.

Her family was a more… befriend the fae type of household, which was all nice and good when you hadn’t been pixieled into the goshdarn forest.

She kept walking, until she saw the rock again and despair rose to her throat.

She was shaking now, with the very real possibility that she might not get out of here, at least not safely.

She sat on the rock trying to calm her breathing and to cry it out a little ‘cause what is she supposed to do?

When all of a sudden there was a man standing in front of her.

Or no, a Fae.

A weird fae.

He looked, off somehow, the only way she could describe it was that he looked suspiciously human.

Many faeries had humanism forms, but this one was particular.

The same way fae always seemed to feel weirdly supernatural even disguised as animals or humans, this one felt almost - but not quite - human.

Also he was wearing glasses. Did fae were glasses?

Then it hit her that she was carefully examining a fairy, when either she should be running or begging on her knees for her life.

Instead she remained frozen in fresh terror.

The fae smiled at her gently.

“It’s quite alright, I intend to do you no harm.”

Hannah was nine years old, not stupid no matter what bullies said and certainly not falling for tricks.

“Is that so?” she said shackingly.

He seemed amused.

“I am incapable of lying.”

He did have a point,

“But very well, I promise I will do you no harm and I will help you get back to Wickhills.”

Hannah felt herself be filled with magic and said breathless: “Yeah, okay”

“I can show you the way back, if you would like.”

He said, extended his hand and baby’s breath started growing around him.

She couldn’t help but giggle as she took his hand, it was pleasantly cold.

“It’s like spring rain!” she exclaimed delighted.

The man looked at her wistfully.

“So I have been told.”

They walked back calmly.

“Do they not teach forest survival classes anymore?”

Hannah blushed a bit.

“They do! I am just not very good at them.”

She smiled apologetically.

“I am good at making friends though! That’s all you need I say!”

The faery smiled with a funny sort of melancholy.

They kept walking.

Hannah was not particularly good at survival classes classes or math or spelling but she was good at reading people.

“It’s a gift!” her mom would joke or perhaps it wasn’t, who knew in this whacky town.

She knew that for some reason this fae was looking at her with a sadness she did not understand.

She was not particularly extraordinary, she was okay at most things, good and bad at some. She had short brown hair and brown eyes, as well as a rather average build.

Her smile was special, they said.

The fae did look her as if she was extraordinary.

She did not understand why that made him sad, though.

She was also too curious for her own good.

“Why are you sad, Mr. Fairy?”

He looked a bit taken aback.

“You are a clever young lady.”

It was a surprisingly sincere statement.

People did not usually call her that.

“My mom says I am good with feelings.”

There was that look again.

Then he smiled at her.

“You remind me of someone.”

She would’ve asked further but then she saw the edge of her town peeking through the trees.

“I take it you can find your way from here?”

She smiled at him.

“Yes, thank you very much Mr. Faery.”

Then she bolted home, her mom was probably worried.

–

Later she would tell the story to her siblings excitedly.

“You met the Green Man!” her little brother would exclaim.

“He wasn’t green!” she would say annoyed.

“Well he could grow plants, so…”

“He is not green!”

“He is!”

“Is not!”

Her mom would smile at them fond but exasperated. She would silently thank The Green Man (the nickname did, in fact, stick) for helping her daughter get home safe.

a/n: hey V!! I had been meaning to write this bit for a while now, hope you like it ! <33 V: im legit crying this is so soft and nostalgic and GENTLE and i love it so so much you have stolen my HEART

#laoft fic #submission #not mine #longpost

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marshmallowprotection · 5 years ago

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Well, hey, if youre willing to write for it im delighted to request it! If you dont already have an idea in mind, how about snapshots of each rfa member with the rfas unofficially/officially adopted child? Or what each would do if they needed to pick them up from school cause they got sick? I kind of love this whole idea so ive already thought up way too many ways to use it haha, but id be happy with literally anything related to the rfa communally raising a kid

I've written some little blurbs for you, nothing long but something just enough to get a taste of what it might be like. I couldn't decide on a specific kid to use so I'm just going to swap between a boy and a girl for whichever it feels right for.

Yoosung

"Sungie, do you always get to see so many animals?"

"Mmm. Yeah, it's part of my studies. If I wanna be a great Vet someday, I have to learn about all kinds of animals and meet them."

"Really cool! I wouldn't mind if I got to hang out with puppies all day."

"Well… It's not always like that."

"Oh, right, there must be kitties and bunnies too!"

They always chatted like this.

Yoosung spent the time that he did have free with everybody's favorite son. He was often one of the least busy members of the group but only during the afternoons while the others were working. They would waste a lot of time playing games that he enjoyed or LOLOL, which Yoosung liked.

They got along really well. Yoosung had taken to him like a big brother, and while he wasn't entirely sure if he was doing it right, he enjoyed the time they spent together.

He wasn't ever really that close with his big sister, so to have a little buddy to hang out with like this was so different!

He wasn't the youngest person now, so a lot of the words directed towards him were now thrown to the wayside. It made him feel like he was pretty mature!

That wasn't always the case, though.

Video games were an easy way for them to interact and because of that he got a little too invested in them. Of course, just because he was older didn't mean that he always won those games.

The kid took it ten times more seriously than he ever did and he had to actually try to win what they were on. He never really had that issue before without having many people to play against. But, it was like Seven had been tutoring him on how to destroy others.

Today was no different.

"I WIN!" he shrieked as he jumped off of the couch and thrust his hands in the air as Yoosung hung his head in defeat.

"Looks like you win again," he laughed, though still a little embarrassed.

Zen

She was a star, a bright shining star.

All she wanted to do was be the one who made all the sad stuff go away, far, far away from here! It was a dream of hers to be as cool as her family was, and she thought the best way to do that would be to practice for the next party!

She got the idea from Jaehee, cause she always said that Zen could shine so brightly that it made her feel better.

So, who else to ask for tips then Zen?

So, she put on her little show as best as she could for him.

"You're doing great, keep it up out there, princess!" Zen cheered her on as she spun around in circles and circles on end, pretending to perform for the little crowd of plush toys and Zen.

He clapped as she finished up her little routine a few minutes later, with her arms stretched out wide and little chest heaving from all the little motions.

Her eyes twinkle with such joy. It was a blessing to see her look so happy and all she ever wanted to hear was that she was getting better at this.

She puffs out her cheeks when he doesn't say much more, "D'ya like it, Zenny? I can't show everybody else less you think s'good!"

This little girl was an absolute darling to everybody that she came into contact with and it was no surprise given her parent, who had been the kindest soul ever to walk the face of the planet. She never caused any trouble and all she wanted to do was have a little fun every now and again.

Zen wasn't all that great with kids, at least, he never felt like he was. He didn't exactly do a perfect job all the time, but he did try his best when he could.

She had insisted that he sit down and watch her perform this time around. She wanted to show that she could be as dazzling as Zen was, and he would stand to agree that this little girl had a future in talent if she wanted to pursue it.

Even if she was a little bit pitchy with her own rendition of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.

Zen let out a little laugh. He pressed his hand against the top of her head and ruffled her hair. "It was very good. You'll blow everybody away at the next party for sure, okay? I need to watch out. You're going to give me a run for my money."

Jaehee

The little boy clutched at his locks, clearly frustrated with the paper of homework in front of himself. It just wasn't making any sense to him and he really wanted to just give up and quit it.

He had been trying so hard to do it all on his own so nobody would get worried.

That hadn't worked because Jaehee caught him looking so dejected in the corner of the café.

There was no hiding anything from that woman. She just knew when something was wrong and wouldn't let the subject go when she started talking.

She always got onto him. It wasn't rude or mean though!

She was just looking out for him, he knew. It didn't change the fact it was a little embarrassing.

Jaehee looked over his notes and instead of scolding him for the bad marks, she merely hummed and nodded her head. She pointed out some of the troubling areas for him and tapped the spots.

"So you see, you'll need to do this first before you start doing this part of the question. You're getting ahead of yourself when you're working on these types of problems."

He stared at the paper for a moment with pursed lips, "...Oh. I guess I didn't think about that."

"Why don't we try some together and see where it's confusing, okay?" Jaehee smiled.

He may have felt unsure of himself but he knew that he could trust her judgment at times like this.

Jumin

"You look lovely today… I see you and Elizabeth the 3rd are wearing matching bows."

"Oh, you noticed? I tied them all by myself too!"

"Did you? That's very crafty of you to do so, princess. Elizabeth seems positively pleasant about it. Why, may I ask, did you do it?"

"Oh! Elizabeth and I are having a tea party today. We can't have one without looking cute n' stuff. You think my Mommy would like these?"

"She would. That's her favorite color."

Jumin had never been sure how to act around children. He had never really been a normal child himself, and by the time he figured it out, he was already well grown into an adult. Now, he was really learning how to interact with children.

This little girl had stolen not only his heart but the hearts of everybody she came into contact with over the past few months.

She was bubbly and sweet, never out of line, she had a penchant for cute toys and little accessories, and she liked to make her own things and play pretend.

Most importantly, she was the only person in this world who could get CEO Jumin Han to sit in a small chair and pretend to drink tea.

That's what he was doing right now.

Elizabeth the 3rd was sitting on her own chair as the girl pretended to pour out some tea into her cup with a smile, "You want some more, Elizabeth? Really? Okay, more tea for the lady!"

Once she set it down she glanced over at Jumin with a big grin, "I'm glad you like it too, I tried really hard. I made some for everybody to wear! I made you a purple one!"

And if anybody thought he wouldn't wear a bow in his hair for this kid, they were wrong.

Seven

“I did it! I think I put it together, it works, it really works!“

She always looked at the world with stars in her eyes.

Every new experience was something great to watch happen and it didn’t matter what it was that she was doing or trying out. She always smiled and laughed. It was a great sound, and it had been such a long time since Seven had even heard anything like that.

This little girl was equal parts smart and sweet.

If Seven handed her something to work on, she would devour it and figure out what was wrong or what needed to be fixed within a couple of minutes. Seven let her tinker with some of his old robots. Granted, he didn’t give her anything really complex, but still, she learned fast.

It didn’t always work out, but she never lost her big grin.

He beamed. “Oh? So you did! That’s impressive. Good job! Meowy 2.0 here is looking much more lively, huh?”

She gripped onto the little bot and nodded her head. “Mhm! I wasn’t sure if I was gonna be able to figure it out, but thanks to your help, I got it.”

He couldn’t have been more proud.

Seven didn’t know what it was like to have many older people in your life care for you like this in a way that was more domestic and typical. He never thought that he would ever have to chance to be around kids like this, but it was something that he always wanted to do.

She had stolen his heart, though. He would do anything for the kid.

“That’s right,” Seven nodded. ”You don’t have to do everything alone to figure stuff out. It’s actually better to ask for help when you don’t know what to do next time.”

She was quiet for a moment and grinned. “...Yeah, about that. I was wondering, how hard would it be to add a flamethrower?”

Nobody tell the others about that though.

"Does it matter if I make my sky a different color then blue? Why does it always have to be blue? Is it wrong to do something like that? Can it only be blue…? I don't understand."

"Well, the sky isn't just blue, you know. It can be almost any color you want it to be, it's your drawing to paint so it's your choice what it looks like. Why do you ask?"

He hung his head, not wanting to look V in the eyes. "... Some kids told me I was stupid and wrong. I guess... I’m just not as good as you thought I was."

V frowned. He got to the boy’s level and pressed his hands against his shoulders, "Hey… that's not true at all. I love your sky, that's why we put it up on the fridge."

He had really low self-esteem. It wasn’t something that was always remedied by the fact that he had a support system behind him. For some children, it was hard to connect with others in some capacity.

This boy was always radiant and smiling when he was with the RFA. But, when he was alone or by himself, there were those times when the unease shined through. It wasn’t for a lack of love. Those feelings could affect anyone no matter their life or background.

V hated to see that.

“Are you sure?” he asked, quietly. “I would understand if you didn’t.”

Because he was special, not only to him and the rest of the RFA but to himself as well.

“I’m sure. I would never lie to you. Now, let’s see what we can do about this problem of yours at school, okay?”

Saeran

Saeran was always wary of children.

He always thought of his parents and how badly they had screwed him over as a kid, and his first fear was that he was going to do something as bad as what they did to him to somebody else. That was the last thing that he wanted to do to anyone.

It wasn’t easy for him to build a bond with MC’s little girl, but he did try every now and again. For some reason, the girl really liked him and stuck to him like glue at every chance that she got. It was kind of hilarious to see somebody so bright and cheery reaching out for somebody as dark looking like him.

There were times when she would talk somebody’s ear off, but she would never do that to anyone apart from the people in the RFA. She was often quite shy and anxious. With Saeran, though... she was quiet and didn’t often press him for talk and chats.

She seemed to understand that he really wasn’t much of a guy for chatting, and they both could just hang out without worrying about anything. Today was a little different though.

He had walked in the room that she was sitting in, and noticed that she was crying. His body stiffened, and he felt rather uncomfortable. He knew that he could have directed somebody else to the situation but at the same time, he didn’t think he could make himself do that.

He had been in that position too many times as a kid and nobody was there for him. Against the dread in his gut, he sat down next to her and didn’t say anything at first. She was clearly looking over at him.

“S-Saeran?”

“...Mmm.”

“I wasn’t... cryin’... just got dust in my eyes.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want too,” he said, quietly. “I just figured you would feel better if you had some company.“

“...Thank you.”

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