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Werewolf // Cinna’s Monstertober Writing Challenge
Tags: Werewolf!Geto x Fem!Reader, Alpha!Geto x Omega!Reader, A/B/O mechanics, marking, scenting, nesting, fated mates, description of violence including murder, NSFW, MDNI
Synopsis: Suguru knew you were his before you even presented as an omega, but the pack elders did not take too kindly to him marking you at such a young age. He kills anyone who gets in his way to you.
An: If you don’t like a/b/o or omegaverse, skip this one :3. If you’re a freak like me, enjoy! Also, this was my first time making my own banner in Canva.. what are we thinking?? I am also so sorry that this one is so late.
“Satoru… I’m going to kill them. I’m going to murder them all. I can’t do this anymore. She needs me.”
Let’s rewind, shall we?
Living in a small pack has its perks. Everyone is protective over one another and will always offer to help no matter what. Pack relations are strongest when the pack is smaller, and the pack is more likely to survive.
There are, of course, some cons as well. Everyone knows your business, and everyone wants a say in how you live your life.
For the longest you can remember, Suguru has been by your side. You two would spend a lot of time down at the creek together as kids. You two practically learned everything together: how to hunt, fish, trap, and forage.
He was your insistent shadow, and the pack elders thought it was adorable when you two were younger. He would without fail abandon the other small children to always go hang out with you. The two of you were like little partners in crime together.
Though their adoration turned to concern when Suguru never quite left your side. In fact, it was getting worse as he grew older. By the time he turned 13, He was abandoning hunting trips early to come home to you. He’d sneak out of his tent to go to yours late at night. Your parents would have to kick him out every morning, chastising both of you.
Though, the straw that broke the camel’s back wasn’t simple sleepovers and abandoned hunting trips. It was when he presented as an alpha. Everyone knew he would with how physically gifted he was as a young teen. He was also too damn protective for his own good, going as far as to breaking another kid’s nose for simply grabbing your wrist.
You were only a few months younger than Suguru, but you hadn’t presented yet. When he presented first, your parents forbade him from sleeping over. They were just trying their best to protect you. You two were “too old” and “not old enough” at the same time to be sleeping together.
Suguru, given that he now had the talk from his parents, knew what your parents were suggesting, but he hated it. He didn’t understand how your parents could think so lowly of him overnight just from presenting.
He lasted three nights. Three whole nights of not snuggling against you, not smelling your hair while you two drifted off to sleep, not hearing your soft snores in the dead of night. It was three sleepless nights.
Suguru always had an inkling that you were his. It was a rather strange feeling of possession, like he shouldn’t have to listen to your parents’ rules because you weren’t theirs. You were his.
His frustration only heightened when the pack started to impose longer hunting trips on him. Shorter hunting trips were reserved for those who hadn’t presented and mated alphas. Since they were mated, they couldn’t be away from their mate for too long; thus, getting the smaller trips.
All these things led him to the conclusion: you’re his mate, and he needed to mark you to prove it.
After a particularly taxing hunting trip, Suguru’s eyes filtered through the camp. Everyone was as painfully jovial as usual: sitting around doing absolutely fuck all. His eyes landed on you, and he could feel the tension melting away from him almost instantaneously. You were in charge of looking after the small children, even though you yourself were still a child.
His feet stomped over toward you without a second thought, and his hand wrapped around your arm tightly, pulling you along behind him.
“Ah- Sugu. Where are we going? I’m working-!” You shout as he continues to drag you along silently. “Sugu- The kids…” You murmur as the two of you head further into the forest.
“They’ll be fine for a few minutes.” He responded calmly before he glanced behind him. The camp was far enough away now. No one would be able to see the two of you unless they were specifically looking for you.
“What are we doing, Sugu?” You asked with a small nervous smile. You had started to have to look up at him these days. It was as if he was growing taller overnight. No longer just a boy.
He also started to stink — well, it wasn’t like a smelly smell, but it was unfamiliar. Your parents had explained pheromones. You didn’t particularly like them since you hadn’t presented yet.
“I need you to sit still, and don’t scream.” He instructed before he dipped his head between your shoulder and jaw. He experimentally sniffed at your neck — completely scentless. The only smell coming from you was your strawberry shampoo that he had grown accustomed to.
“Why would I-“ His large hand covered your mouth before you could get out another word, and he opened his mouth before clamping down on your neck. His K9’s punctured your skin, allowing for blood to trickle down your skin.
A pained cry fled your mouth, but it was muffled by his hand. Suguru felt his heart begin to race. It was happening. You were finally officially his. No one could tell him otherwise — not even your silly parents.
He calmly reassured you that you were okay while you softly wept. Your hand covered the bloody mark on your neck. He was just marking you. You know, like it was no big deal.
After sweetly kissing your tears away, he proudly walked you back to camp once you had calmed down from crying, satisfied with himself. Your hands were laced together like true mates.
The first to immediately notice was Satoru, another alpha who was barely a year older than Suguru. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of your marked neck.
“Suguru, what did you do?” He asks like a mother scolding her son. Usually, this was the other way around. Satoru would’ve never expected Suguru to do something as reckless as this.
“Don’t be so dramatic, Satoru. I just marked her.” He shrugs nonchalantly, still so proud of himself.
“You don’t understand. She hasn’t presented. This isn’t good. We need to-“
Your face was flushed a bright red, and Satoru could see your breath becoming more and more labored with each passing second. He frantically looked around, trying to think of what to do. Suguru probably didn’t even know that he just inadvertently forced your body to present. Having been marked, your body was now plummeting itself into a heat.
Suguru could feel you gently tugging on his hand, trying to get his attention. When he looked back at you, his eyes widened. He could tell what your body was going through, but he was just a boy. He didn’t know how to handle it.
“What are you three up to? Why aren’t the children being tended to-“ A clan elder asked after seeing the small children running around without you to watch them. His eyes landed on you, and he immediately tensed up at the scene. “What- How… Geto.”
*** *** ***
“He’s just a boy!” Suguru’s mom pleaded with tears in her eyes. Her hands clasped the young boy’s shoulders. “He has a whole life ahead of him! Don’t do this to him.”
“You’re right. He is just a boy, so it was your responsibility to teach him about these things.” A pack elder spoke.
“He’s an alpha. Even if they taught him those things, he would’ve acted on his own volition anyways.” Another spoke.
“Who even allowed him to be around her? He was suppose to be on a hunting trip, no?”
“We got back early. It was my responsibility, but we were carrying back a large buck. My mind was preoccupied. I accept full responsibility for his actions.”
“You can’t take on the full burden of responsibility. Geto is old enough to know right from wrong, and he chose the wrong path. He took that girl in the woods and marked her before she even presented as an omega.” The pack leader spoke.
Suguru stood completely motionless in front of his parents. He stayed looking down at the ground. While they argued over his future in the pack, his mind was stuck on you. They had ripped you away from him the second that the pack elder had realized that your body was in heat. He wondered if you were being taken care of okay. He wondered if you missed him as much as he missed you already. He wondered if he’d get to see you again.
“He’s done so much for this pack at such a young age. Please.. Don’t do this to him. He has his whole life ahead of him.” His mother pleaded once again. “We’ll keep a closer eye on him. We’ll do whatever it takes.”
“What about my daughter’s life?” Your dad finally spoke up after being silent for far too long. “That bastard tainted her. She could’ve presented as anything: alpha, beta, or omega, but no, he forced biology upon her with a godforsaken mark. He should be shunned from the pack.”
“He can’t be allowed to be in the same space as her. He’s already proven that he can’t be trusted. The last thing we need is for a young omega to fall pregnant because an alpha doesn’t know restraint.”
“Don’t you two have family anywhere she can stay with… just until she’s a bit older? The mark might fade after they’ve been separated for a while.” Another pack elder spoke up to your parents.
“You’re seriously removing our daughter instead of the problem child? That’s fucking rich. So, what will happen when he marks another omega far too early, huh?” Your dad argued, clenching his jaw.
“I wouldn’t do that.” Suguru finally spoke up, looking your dad in the eye. A stare off between the two ensued.
“If this is how this pack operates, fine. I don’t want her in here if we protect alphas simply due to their gender instead of the innocent.” Your dad finally grit out before stomping away from the meeting.
It took three full grown alphas and Satoru to hold Suguru back while you were leaving. They wouldn’t even allow him to say goodbye to you, not even when you cried out his name. Not even when you begged, pleaded, asked why.
*** *** ***
Suguru was never quite the same after you and your family left. It had been years. He was just a boy when they took you. Now, he’s a twenty year old brooding alpha. He was aloof towards everyone, and he only confided in Satoru. His friend seemed to he the only one who understood that he wasn’t trying to hurt you. He didn’t know that his mark would cause a great deal of stress on your body, and had he known, he wouldn’t have done it.
The rest of the pack looked at him with reserved disdain. He was a stain upon their community. Your parents were well liked in the pack, and he was the reason they weren’t there anymore.
Words kept getting tossed around, and the pack members who weren’t there for the meeting were terribly misinformed. As the rumors spread, the story became more and more horrid. They painted him out to be a monster who held you down while you begged him not to and bit your neck forcibly.
Suguru never tried to correct the stories. He had nothing to prove to these people, the people that sent you away from him. They could all think of him as a monster, especially if it meant they stayed the hell away from him.
The only thing that kept Geto from expulsion from the pack was his innate ability to hunt. His beast from was truly that of an apex predator. He went on extravagant hunting trips often, and he kept the pack fed on wonderful meats.
He looked for you, his mate, on every hunting trip. He tried to remember the faint smell that started to emit from you when your body went into heat. He looked for every sign of you.
He knew the mate bond was still strong because he could feel everything through it. He hated when you felt sad. He knew you experienced some sort of nightmares without him there to care for you while you slept. Your happiness made him feel bittersweet. He wanted you to be happy, but the thought of you being happy without him made him sick.
Your heats were the worst. Suguru would sulk in his tent in a state of horny depression. He should be taking care of you, tending to your body and every desire you had. He should be helping you nest and kissing every spot on your body while cooing praises to you.
Instead, he’s laying in his own sweat and cum, too much of a sad sack of shit to make himself go get cleaned up. His tent stunk of potent pheromones. Your heats, even while being so far away, managed to throw him into a rut each time.
He could feel your dissatisfaction. You were pining for him to come help you. It was as if you were screaming down the mate bond for him to come save you. He missed you so damn bad that he started to hate the smell of strawberries. They smelled too much of you and reminded him of what he couldn’t have
He knew that the elders still kept in touch with your parents. They were high ranking leaders in the community after all. They knew where you were, and they still opted to keep you away from him.
You and him were suffering because of the fucking elders. They caused all of this. If they would’ve kept their fucking noses out of y’all’s business, none of this would be happening.
“Satoru… I’m going to kill them. I’m going to murder them all. I can’t do this anymore. She needs me.” Suguru was practically crying for help. He was sat in his tent, holding his head in shame. His arms and legs were practically trembling.
The homicidal thoughts started when you left. It was sneaky at first, but they only got worse over time. His friend was the only one who knew about them. He knew how badly Geto craved to end their lives.
“Let me talk to them. They might listen to me.” Satoru spoke calmly as he gazed as his heartbroken best friend. The tent was heavy with the scent of alpha rut and distress. He could tell Suguru was really going through it right now.
*** *** ***
Suguru’s beast form was nothing short of a monster. He was the strongest, right next to Satoru.
His black fur was matted with blood as he pawed at the remains of the pack leader. Satoru had tried to talk to them, but they instantly shut him down. Then, to make matters worse, they sent him away on a hunting trip that same day.
Without Satoru there to keep the thoughts at bay, Suguru literally couldn’t help himself. The beast shifted before he could even do anything about it, and he was instantly blood hungry.
Tears coated his face as he shifted back to his human form. Killing the elders didn’t even help soothe him. He just wanted his fucking mate for christ’s sake. He sat on the floor in a scatter of papers from where the two beasts had fought valiantly.
Nothing could replicate the feeling of emptiness that filled him in that moment. His best friend wasn't there. His mate had been gone for oh so long. The pack leaders were now all deceased. When tomorrow morning rolled around, he'd likely be ostracized from his pack for the murders.
He laid his head back against the wall with his hands covering his face. He just wanted to see Satoru one last time before he was expelled and shunned. He wanted to apologize and thank Gojo for sticking by him for all these years.
At some point, the sleep deprivation got to Geto, causing for him to fall asleep naked in the massacre that was the pack leader's tent. Nightmares of slaughter plagued his dreams. Your face haunted him. He wondered what could've been had he known better than to mark you at an early age.
It felt so real, that he swore he heard your voice, though it was different in his dream. Your voice wasn't as squeaky as it use to be. It was smooth with age and experience yet still soft spoken. Maybe he was forgetting the way you sounded? The thought terrified him. His memory was all he had left of you.
You were... laughing? No, it couldn't be you. The voice sounded more like Gojo's-
The tent unzipping. A gasp. "Shit. Don't-" Gojo's voice.
Geto fluttered his eyes open to see Gojo standing in the small doorway of the makeshift shelter. He had... a woman's eyes covered. Her bottom lip was trembling.
"Suguru, what did you do?" Satoru asked like he did all those years back, and suddenly, Suguru felt like a small child who had no impulse control. He quickly scrambled up to his feet, using a random sheet of paper to cover his manhood.
"You were gone, and I just... I just really fucking..." His words trailed as his eyes looked over towards the woman. His heart started to pound in his chest. She looked... so much like you. It was as if he was being confronted with the ghost of his past once again.
"I went to go get her, Suguru." Satoru calmly explained with a hint of bite in his tone. "You really think I'd listen to what those old geezers said about not going to look for her? I grilled every last one of them until they slipped up and gave me enough information to find her."
Geto's eyes were as wide as saucers, and his pupils were dilated as he stared at the woman who was quietly trembling next to Satoru. His hand covered most of her face. "Is that...?"
"In the flesh." Satoru said as his hand slowly dropped from your eyes. Chills shot through Geto's body as he saw his mate's face again.
"Sugu..." Your little nickname for him. His breath went labored as he took in the sight of you for just one moment. His eyes involuntarily filled with tears before he dropped the sheet of paper and lunged for you.
His large muscular arms wrapped around your frame, pulling you into a tight embrace against him. "I'm so sorry.." He whispered in your ear like a mantra. His hands roamed across your back as if he was double checking that this was real.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry.” He whispered again in a pained voice. This was not how he wanted you to see him. He was at his lowest. “I’ve missed you so much. It feels like I’ve been underwater this entire time.”
You gently nuzzled your face into his chest, and you took a deep breath, savoring his scent. A content hum fled your lips. He smelled like home. “I’ve missed you too, Sugu.”
Suguru had grown so much since you last saw him. His body was now muscular and toned. His hair was even longer. It was tied up in a half knot while the rest of it messily splayed down his back. He wasn’t just a boy anymore — a man now.
“I hate to be the one to ruin this reunion, but there’s dead pack elders that we have to deal with.” Satoru spoke up as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Suguru reluctantly pulled back from you, not ready to let go of his missing mate. “I have no intention of staying here.” He said, eyes glancing over to the corpse on the ground. “This pack is a shit show.”
“So, what do we do?” Satoru asked, cocking an eyebrow at his friend. It was never a question in his mind. Satoru was going to go wherever Geto went.
“We start our own pack.” Geto casually threw out the idea with a small shrug. “It’s not impossible. If those incompetent creatures could do it, so can we.”
*** *** ***
You were happy and content to follow Geto and Gojo wherever the two went. It had been so long since you’ve seen the two males. You had almost forgotten how much mischief they could get up to.
Every day was filled with hiking, trying to find a new place to settle down. Every night was spent around a small fire, listening to the stories of the two while you were sent away.
When you and Geto would finally lay together next to the fire, he’d lazily play with your hair and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. He’d tell you how beautiful you were and how there was never a day that went by when he didn’t think of you.
“Have I mentioned how terrible it was without you?” He murmured in your ear while his large hand was gently caressing your hip. He would carefully slip it underneath your shirt. The pad of his thumb caressing your soft skin.
“Only a million times.” You giggled in response, looking up at him to meet his gaze.
“Make it a million and one then. It was terrible.” He quietly laughed, not wanting to wake up Satoru who was snuggled on the ground on the other side of the fire.
“I missed you too.” You replied. Your hand carefully reached up and cupped his cheek. Your head was resting on his bicep while your legs were intertwined. “I tried calling out to you often through the mate bond.”
“I felt it each time.” He admitted as his hand slowly snaked higher up your torso. “I felt each time you went into heat and needed me.”
The fire calmly crackling masked the small whimper that fled from your lips. “I’m sorry. I know that probably drove you crazy.”
“You have no idea.” He muttered as he leaned in and pressed a small kiss to the mark on your neck. It hadn’t faded in the slightest. Your body knew you were his before you presented as well. “I dreamt of going out to find you.”
“Yeah? What would you do had you found me while I was in heat?”
“Mmm..” He hummed in a low tone as he gazed at you with a small smirk on his face. “I would sneak into whatever tent you were in like I use to when we were kids.” He spoke softly as his hand continued to trail up your side slowly.
“I’d find you lying there, already such a mess for me.” He went on, painting the picture vividly for you. Your eyes slipped shut as you imagined it for yourself. “Then, I’d pin you down to your nest, stopping you from taking care of yourself.” He went on, and he rolled on top of you, pinning your arms down with his free hand.
The sickly sweet scent of your arousal building lingered in the air, making Suguru’s heart pound in his chest. You smelled even more yummy than he imagined you to.
“What next?” You ask softly in a breathless voice.
“I’d kiss your lips until they were bruised.” He mumbled, and he leaned down to you before pressing his lips harshly against yours. He groaned softly as soon as he could feel you kissing back. He poured all of his love and hunger into his affections. He needed you like he needed air. You were his sole salvation - his reason for living
He carefully pushed your shirt up over your chest, and he skillfully reached behind you, unclasping your bra within a few seconds. You worked with him, pulling it away from your body before you wrapped your legs around his waist.
His hand came up and carefully cupped your breast. Hs kneaded on the soft pillowy flesh with another groan. He gently bit your swollen lip, asking for entry before proceeding to deepen the kiss. He swallowed up your small moans and gasps.
"Then," he softly pant out after parting from the kiss, "I'd mark up your neck again and again. I never want you to forget who you belong to." His head dipped into your neck, and his lips latched on to the soft skin.
He sucked, nibbled, and bit his way up and down your neck, making good on his promise to mark you up. Your hips raised up to meet his, needily searching for friction to ease the ache between your thighs.
"My poor omega.." He mumbled softly against your skin before allowing his hand to trail down and to grope you at your core.
"Fuck- Sugu.." Your voice was a soft whine, forgetting all about Gojo who was asleep not even 10 feet away.
"Shhh, princess. Don't wake him." Suguru shushed you softly with a impish grin. His hands now worked to take your pants and panties off. "Want me to keep going?"
"Please..." Your face is illuminated by the warm glow of the fire before you two. A soft blush spread across your cheeks.
"Mmm, then you have to be quiet." Suguru teased before he allowed himself the pleasure of gazing at your glistening cunt. "Oh, so pretty." He mused before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your folds.
Suguru's mind was running haywire as he generously lapped at your wet heat. He had imagined this happening so many times while he fucked his own fist. It's all finally worked out. He's finally gotten to taste you, to hear you moan his name.
Your fingers entangled in his hair, holding onto him for support while he devoured you thoroughly.
"Mmn.. Sugu~ S'close... please." You quietly whimpered out, warning him of your impending release while he slurped at your cunt, drinking down your slick as if you were a fountain of youth.
"Can you hold it, baby?" His voice was muffled as he didn't dare part from you.
"N-no, I-" You softly whine, starting to rock your hips back and forth across his tongue. You were desperate for release, nearly riding his face to get there.
Suguru tugged back away from you. "That just won't do, darling." He mumbles as he unbuttons his pants and pulls his pants and boxers down just enough. "I need your first time finishing with me to be on my cock. Think you can do that for me?"
You're quick to nod in agreement with his wish, desperately needing the approval of your alpha. You had already caught a glimpse of his size when you and Satoru first arrived. Even when soft, Suguru still isn't small. Now that he's fully hard, it's almost intimidating.
"Mmm~ such a good girl." He quietly praised as he carefully guided his cock between your slick covered folds. He held your gaze as he rubbed his tip up and down, creating a wet "schlick" noise with each movement. His poor neglected cock leaked sticky pre-cum along your core, making everything so messy.
"Bite on my hand." He instructed as he placed his hand over your mouth. "Don't want you makin' too much noise." With a small huff, you bite down onto his hand.
Humping you a few more times, Geto finally decided to push himself into you. Your body immediately went rigid as you tried to cope with the new pressure between your legs. It felt as if he was trying to split you in two, completely impaling you with his thick cock.
"Ohh~ fuuu... That's it.." Geto's voice was deeper and extremely breathy. His eyes were half-lidded as he continued to watch your facial reactions. The small tears crowding the corners of your eyes made him throb. "You're so fucking tight."
"it's not gonna fit-" You quietly whined behind the palm of his hand. Meanwhile, your fingernails were embedded into his back, decorating him with scratch marks.
"It's gonna fit, baby." He quietly reassured you as he pulled back a bit and sunk back in. Your slick coated his length, making it easier for him to push in more. "Gotta let me stretch you."
"Ngh~ ah.." Your voice cracked as your leaned your head back against the ground. Suguru's hips rolled, just barely fucking into your tight cunt. He'd add another inch with each thrust, allowing you time to gradually get use to him.
The air was filled with shushed panting and breathy whines. The sound of your sopping cunt squeezing around him was like a holy song to him. You were the only slice of heaven Geto would ever see.
He had been so caring; you hadn't even realized he was all the way in until you felt a thump towards your stomach. "Ohmygod-" The gasp fell from your mouth before you could even think to stop it. "Fuuuck... feel you right here.." You meekly murmured as you pointed towards your tummy.
"Yeah baby? Feel me all the way in there?" He humors your intoxicated speech as he's lovingly thrusting into you. "You feel so fucking good." He praised as he peppered your face in sweet kisses.
Your spongy walls cling to his dick with each soft thwack of his balls clapping against the flesh of your ass. You're completely soaked around him, allowing him to glide in and out with ease.
His fat tip was damp with sweltering pre-cum gathering at his slit. With each thrust, his tip was kissing at your womb, making you feel all dumb in the head. He occupied his mouth with kissing and sucking more love bites into your shoulders. "So good, baby... ah~ so fuckin' good." He continued to mumble praises in a pussy drunk tone.
Both of your bodies were glistening in a mix of sweat and slick. The fire raged beside you two keeping you very warm while he pumped in and out. "Can't get enough. Need more.. ngh~ M-missed you so much." He growled lowly in your ear as his tender thrusts grew sloppier - fueled by an intense need.
"Suguu~ fuck me." That little needy whine was all he needed to start forcefully pounding into you. Noise level be damned; he needed his omega on a biblical level that Satoru would never be able to understand.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Your poor cunt was practically sobbing for him - making a complete mess between your thighs as his cock rudely drilled into you. Your back arched up off of the ground, and you could feel your eyes rolling back. It felt like you were ascending to a higher being.
Suguru caught your lips in a sloppy kiss. Strings of saliva connected your mouths like strings of fate as you muffled each others moans. "Need to knot you - f-fuck, please, let me knot you."
Your legs wrap completely around Suguru's waist. "Knot me, Sugu.. hngh~ I'm s'close.."
Suguru's legs began to shake as he could feel his balls growing heavy. Instincts completely drove him to keep fucking himself into your drooling cunt. His eyes stayed on you as he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge.
"Sh-shit!" You hissed as your gummy walls suddenly tightened around him. The squelching noises slowed as he felt his knot starting to swell. His hands gripped onto your hips as he had to force his way deep inside your wet heat. The knot locking you two in place before he completely spilled inside you.
"Fuuucking hell..." Suguru breathed out as he stayed planted on top of you. His breath was labored as his hand brushed a few stray hairs from your face. "No one will ever take you away from me again. You're mine."
Bonus Scene!
Upon waking up the next morning on Suguru's bare chest, you sighed contently. Your body ached in the best way. Though, you knew it would only make this trek even harder.
You slowly sat up with a quiet groan. Your face was slightly sticky from sweat and drool. He had really wore you out last night.
"Morning, sleepy head." Suguru mumbled as his eyes rested upon your tired face.
"Mmm.. morning." You quietly hummed as your hands instinctively smoothed out your hair, trying to make yourself look presentable.
"Good morning, Satoru." The white-haired alpha spoke to himself in a grumpy, sarcastic tone as he stared at the two of you.
"It's too early for your attitude, Satoru." Suguru quietly laughed as he looked at his friend.
"You can deal with my attitude given what I had to deal with last night." He huffed as his lips curled into a slight pout.
"You didn't-"
"Oh, I did." He confirmed. "Oooohhh, please knot me, Sugu. Oh so big and strong!" He mocked your voice in a high pitched tone.
"Oh god, please stop." You whine as you covered your ears. A nervous laugh involuntarily bubbled up from your throat.
"Mmm, fuck. Gonna knot this tight cun-"
"That's enough, Satoru." Suguru playfully warned as he shook his head with a calm smile. It didn't bother him one bit that he heard the two of you last night because he knew that Satoru was going to hear you two again tonight as well.
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genre: smut, college au, non idol. pairing: poetry major!soobin x art major!femreader warnings: alcohol, dom sobin, sub reader, safe sex, oral (m. and f. receiving) word count: 4.9k summary: college life can bring really stressfull times, just like what you're experiencing now; absorbed in frustration, you can't seem to find inspiration for a painting that's supposed to be crucial in your grades. lucky for you, you seem to have eyed the perfect guy to help you.
“What are you wearing?”
Your lips trembled in annoyance, trying to close the door in your friend’s face, but he was quickly enough to stop you and pushed it open. Making his way into your home, Yeonjun sat down on your couch and leaned back, turning on the tv and flashing an innocent smile at you.
“Why are you here?” You asked him, already knowing why as you had read the multiple texts he’d sent you since this morning.
“We’re partying, duh.” His eyes went down to your pink pyjamas pants. “But, please, first get a shower and a change of clothes. I'm not going out with you looking like a lost puppy.”
“How about no?”
“Agh, c’mon!” He whined, sitting up straight and looking up at you with a pout in his lips. “I haven’t seen you since Monday and we live literally next to each other” You opened your mouth, but Jun cut you off with a roll of his eyes. “I know, I know, you’re working on your arty thingy and want to get the best grade possible, but you need a change of air and I bet everty single penny I own that you’ve only gotten out of this place to buy fast food at the convenience store.”
This time you rolled your eyes, but you didn’t answer. He was right. You knew it and he, obviously, knew it too. Thing was, you had been working your ass off on an oil piece that was driving you insane. Since Monday, you had spent most of the days and nights mixing colors, swinging your brushes and wiping tears of frustration. Nothing you did was to your liking, nothing was at the level of the ideas you had in your head which were, apparently, impossible to transfer to the canva.
“So? What'ya say?” Jun grabbed your hand and pulled off the puppy eyes he had mastered since the age of two. You smiled, relaxing yourself and surrendering.
“Where to, tonight?” He squealed and jumped off his seat, hugging you tightly enough to make you breathless for a second. Jun wasted no time in dragging you down the hall to your bathroom.
“I know this guy, he’s having a party in his house tonight.” Jun closed the door between the two of you and as you undressed he kept talking on the other side. “You know Taehyun? The one majoring in dramatic arts?”
“Mhm, I've heard of a dramatic Taehyun.” You hummed in response, getting into the shower, getting goosebumps at the chilly air hitting your skin. “And you sure I'm invited?”
“Everyone’s invited, y/n. Haven’t you checked your social media either? Goodness…”
After your shower, with yourself wrapped in a towel, you got out of the bathroom and walked into your room. Jun was standing facing your closet, with a serious look on his face holding his chin in his hand.
“Don’t pick my clot-
“Here, wear this and put on this too” Your friend threw some pieces of clothing literally to your face. Of course, Yeonjun the major of fashion design wouldn’t let you pick out of your own clothes. Yeonjun as it is wouldn’t either. But truth was, he knew you well enough and had actually picked up some really cute stuff, so no complain was made by you.
You got dressed up after shooing Jun out of your room and finished getting ready. You friend waited for you in the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looked up and smiled brightly once you entered the room.
“That’s the cutie I know.”
Jun drove you both to Taehyun’s house which was bigger than you expected. The mansion-like-house had all its windows and the door opened, welcoming just anyone who wanted to come in. The loud music broking into the silence of the night mixed with laughter and cheering up screams.
“Y/n? Is that you?” Beomgyu opened his mouth feigning surprise. You scoffed; you had seemed him just last week. “God, it’s been ages since we saw each other! Just how old are you know?”
“Shut up” You smiled at your friend, who dropped the bad act and smiled back, hugging you tightly before greeting Jun with a tight hug.
You had missed your friends, but you had just picked on that fact. Being inside your house too much had mad you oblivious to natural things and feelings, it seemed. You followed Gyu to the kitchen where all the drinks were placed on the counter. You eyed all up, debating which drink you should take. Just as you grabbed a bottle of soju, Jun took a shot of tequila as if it was mere water while two boys cheered on him.
“Good thing you’re driving tonight.” You told him, an accusatory look on your face. He shrugged and leaned to speak in your ear so you could hear him better over the music.
“Guess we’ll have to crash here.”
Well that was an idea that didn’t excited you so much.
“Hi!” The previous boys smiled at you. The one speaking pointed to himself. “I'm Kai, from your department. You're y/n, right?”
“Oh yeah, I've seen you around.”
“This is Taehyun” Kai said pointing at his friend, the owner of the house you assumed, who smiled at you.
“Glad you could make it, hope you can feel better after tonight.” You looked at him intrigued by his words. “Jun told us you’d been kinda on edge lately, something about uni stuff?”
“Oh, is this about the oil canva assignment?” Kai asked. You grimaced; you didn’t really wanted to be reminded of your frustrated attempts at what was supposed to be easy for you. Still, you nodded and lifted the bottle to your lips. “Man, I get you. I struggled like four days at it, but I'm glad I finished it” Kai’s smile faltered when Taehyun nudged him. “Of course, I'm sure you’ll be able to soon, I've seen your work, it’s really beautiful.”
“Here, have a shot with me” A small glass filled with transparent liquid appeared in front of your eyes. Jun winked at you as you grabbed the glass. He even made you intertwingle your arms before taking the shot. The burning sensation did help you forget about the awful reminder that at home still awaited for you what could be days of frustration.
Jun laughed at the face you were making, planting a chaste kiss on your forehead before turning around to keep chatting with Taehyun and Kai. Just beside them, Beomgyu was apparently trying to break a record of alcoholaemia as he gulped down cup by cup strangers handed to him.
“Hey, Soobin! Here!” Taehyun screamed over the music to someone else the second a he put a step into the kitchen. He approached the group, greeting everyone with a shy smile. You just mumbled a hello while nodding in his direction. Taehyun hugged his shoulders with and arm and smiled in the group’s direction. At the same time, Kai slipped a drink into Soobin’s hands. Nice hands.
Your eyes darted unconsciously down at his hands. They were quite pretty. Like white porcelain colored, with long and slender fingers. You found yourself mesmerized by the non-stopping tapping of his fingertips against the glass bottle.
“Oh, I've seen you around campus,” Gyu said, taking a little break from swallowing down alcohol. “you won that poetry contest last year, right?
“Yeah” He replied smiling coyly before taking a small sip from the bottle.
This time your eyes fell heavy upon his features. He surely was beautiful. Your eyes didn’t moved as he lifted the bottle to his lips once more and drank, the liquid leaving a faded shiny trace on his lips; it was starting to feel like you were on some kind of trance. Maybe it was the alcohol already in your system, but when Soobin caught you staring at him intensely, you didn’t look away. Instead, you shamelessly looked at him more.
Was it possible to get the pumped texture of his lips on a painting?
“Boy’s gonna get creaped out.” Jun whispered in your ear, dragging you down from your little cloud by softy tugging at your shirt. You caught Soobin’s eyes looking at him before going back to you, before looking away. You looked over your shoulder at your smirking friend. “Let’s go rock that dancefloor.”
“God, finally” You breathed in deeply the fresh air of the night as you stepped out of the agglomarated house. Dancing was fun; drinking was fun too; dancing and drinking with Jun was fun as ever, but it wasn’t so much fun getting bumped at and pushed by the people around you.
Taehyun's house was beautiful from what you could caught on as it was completly filled with people. Just guessing, you had walked away from the living room where Jun was still dancing with some other people he knew, trying to find what should be the yard they probably had.
You walked cautiously near the pool and wasted no time before taking off your shoes to let your toes sink in the cold water, as you sat on the edge and finally leaned back against the grass, looking into the night sky.
Again, your thoughts wandered around that damn canva waiting for you back at home. It was impossible not to. Even in your dreams you struggled about it. It frustrated you so much being stuck in a place, but it frustrated you even more being stuck at something you knew you were good at and enjoyed.
Maybe I should paint a night sky filled with starts or just the constellations, or is it too easy of a way out? Maybe I could paint a scenery, but I'm sure I won’t be the only one doing it… What about a sentiment, maybe I can try portraying a feeling, maybe nostalgia; sorrow? Grief? Lov-
“Are you okay?” You gasped suddendly startled and looked at the tall figure standing a few feet away, looking down at your lost-it-thought self. Soobin walked a little closer and kneeled at your side. Then, he lifted his hand showing two long fingers while looking you dead serious in the eye. “How many fingers do you see?”
You couldn’t help but to laugh loudly in his face.
“I’m fine” You got your back up from the grass and sit properly to face him. Soobin’s eyes scanned you, unsure. You scoffed. “Two fingers.”
“Good” He nodded, smiling softly. You were able to noticed the little dimple on his cheek and blinked. Could a man get even more beautiful in less than 24 hours?
Soobin sat down next to you and looked up at the sky just as you had before. Your eyes, again, were glued at him and when he looked again at you, his raven hair falling over his eyes, your breath was caught in your chest for a second.
“Is something wrong?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.
“You’re really beautiful” You mumbled. His lips darted open. “Sorry, that just came out.”
There was a moment of silence between you two before he said:
“It’s fine. I'm the one who should have said that” oh.
Oh.
“Oh.” You said under your breath. Soobin laughed softly and looked up at the sky again.
“So what were you doing here, anyway?” He asked, looking at you from the corner of his eye as you sat facing ahead again. You hummed.
“I needed a moment to breath, y'know? It’s been a while since I've come to a party”
“Isn’t Yeonjun going to worry if you leave for too long?”
“Maybe, if he isn’t drunk enough to pass out already,” You scoffed. “can you believe he’s the responsible driver for tonight?”
That made Soobin turned his head to look at you with a concern in his eyes. You noticed the worried expression and bite back a laugh; he was really cute.
“Don’t worry, he’s not taking me home tonight.”
“Who is then?”
Maybe Gyu could? But honestly, you didn’t think he was a good option either as you recalled him practically inhaling alcohol just a few hours ago.
Sighing, you shrugged. “I'll just walk”
“Let me take you home.”
“Mh?” You arched an eyebrow in his direction. You’re sure you saw Soobin drinking too. You couldn’t help but smile as you lifted up your hand and showed him two fingers, just like he did a moment ago. “How many fingers do you see?”
Soobin scoffed, but the smile on his face was fighting its way. His teeth chew on his bottom lip, his eyes shining like the stars above you. “Very clever”
“What can I say?” you shurggued.
“But really, though, can I take you home?” His eyes fixated on you. You tilted your head slightly looking at him before answering:
“Why?”
“It’s gonna burn my conscience if you walk home alone at night and something happens to you”.
“... Fair enough, I’ll take the offer.”
“Good.”
Soobin got up quickly and offered you his hand, which you didn’t hesitate to take. He didn't loosen the grip on your hand once you were in your feet again, the warm feeling spreading all over you from your hand. You cleared your throat before taking a small step back, feeling the warmth reach your cheeks.
“Wait, let me check on my friends first.” You said after putting on your shoes back. “Wait for me on the entrance?” Soobin nodded and you walked into the kitchen again, where Kai and Gyu were laughing their lungs off.
“Oh, y/n!” Gyu exclaimed, throwing his arms around you and putting all his weigh on you. Kai giggled while you visibly struggled not to fall to the floor. “I really missed you. Do you know my friend Kai?”
“Hi y/n!” Kai said, copying Gyu and embracing you and Gyu one a bigger hug.
“Yeah, hi. I'm leaving, ‘kay?”
“Booh!”
“What? No! You can’t” Gyu protested, practically screaming in your face.
“I can and I will, Soobin’s taking me home.” You grabbed Gyu’s face in your hands and forced him to focus on your words. “Drink more slowly, okay? I'll talk to you tomorrow, promise.”
“Mmmm’kay.” Gyu mumbled, nodding softly, his eyes heavy as he tried to focus on your blurred face.
“Soobin’s really nice.” Kai added, still hugging both of you.
“Yeah, I think so too. See you around, Kai.”
Once you stepped out of the kitchen, it wasn’t hard to spot Jun’s drunken ass sitting with some random people, sitting down on a big couch on the corner of the room.
“Hi baby!” He stiffened in his seat and hugged your waist once you stood next to him. “You left me behind, meannie.”
“Sorry, needed a break. I'm going home, what 'bout you? Want a ride too?” It wasn’t your car and you hand’t ask soobin either, but you imagined he wouldn’t mind since Jun and you were neighbors.
“Ugh, no way! I'm having fun!” He giggled, but then his face got serious and looked up at you trying to focus. “I didn’t know you knew how to drive”.
“I don’t.”
“You’re not going back walking!?”
“Soobin’s taking me.”
“Who?”
“Taehyun’s friend.”
“Ah, the cutie?” Jun pouted. “’Kay, but be careful”
“Of course, Junnie.” You bent down and kissed his forehead before walking away.
Outside, you spotted Soobin waiting for you standing on the sidewalk, talking to a girl who looked up at him with heart in her eyes.
“... give me your number?” You heard her ask. You stopped in your track and looked away, trying not to interrupt the conversation.
“No, sorry.”
“What? Why not?” she whined, only gaining a heavy sigh from the boy in front of her.
“Do I know you?”
“Well, I’m-
“Oh, y/n, you ready?” Soobin caught the sight of you a few feet behind and smiled, completely ignoring the girl who he just got cut off. “Let’s go”.
“Are you… sure?” you asked, not really moving from your spot, looking at the girl beside him. He nodded enthusiastically, which, of course, made you want to smile since he was so cute, but you hold it back.
“Yeah, hurry, I wanna leave.” Soobin quickly took a few steps to you and pulled from your sleeve. “C’mon.”
You mumbled a goodbye to the girl who looked at him with a sad look and walked behind him to his car. He opened the door for you and waited till you got in to close it. The inside was warm compared to the coldness of the night and Soobin's scent reached your senses as soon as you were in the car.
He started driving once you told him your direction. The only thing you could hear was each other’s beath and it made you feel kinda nervous, so you asked Soobin if hearing music while driving was okay for him, to which he agreed before you turned on the radio.
“Looks like you’re kinda popular.” You said trying to start a conversation for the ride not to feel so long. “You won last year’s poetry contest, you said?”
“Yeah, did you read it?” He asked, his eyes never leaving the road in front of him.
You hadn’t. You did remember last year’s furor about that guy who’d won, even Jun said it was a really wonderful written piece. Still, when you had tried to read it you ended up falling asleep. After all, reading wasn’t exactly your forte.
“Something like that.” Your mumbled, gaining a soft laugh from the driver.
“What does that even mean?”
“It means I tried but fell asleep,” You confessed, chewing on your lip. “but in my defense I’m an art major, I don’t really do words. Besides, you haven’t seen any of my works bef-
“Oh, but I have thought.” He said, cutting you off -which seemed like kind of a habit if you were honest-, looking a second at you from the corner of his eyes. “I’ve seen your work, you're great. I could tell you love what you do just from that expo last semester... I like it when people do what they enjoy."
You sighed, shifting in your seat. “I like it too but honestly, recently it’s been too much.”
“How so?”
You told Soobin about your daily struggle with the the oil assignment you couldn’t get done. How you’d tried changing the topic of the painting, new ideas, new techniques, but nothing felt right.
“I get what you say, I’ve had moments when my writing doesn’t go as I’d want. It really is consuming.”
“Really? How did you pulled it off?” You asked, genuinely curious. Soobin stayed silent a second too long before clearing his throat, a fade shade of red tinting his ears.
“I found some ways to relieve stress.” Oh.
Oh.
“You think you could show me?”
Soobin's lips stretched into a little smirk. He stopped the car in the parking lot of your building, finally turning to look at you. His hands quickly unfastened his seatbelt before leaning in towards you, his big hand cupping your cheek. “Would you like that?” His dark eyes stared intensely at you, his thumb caressing your soft skin.
As soon as the door of your place closed behind your back, you were pressed against it. Soobin’s lips crashed hardly onto yours making you groan in a pain, that quickly subsided. His hands grabbed your hips firmly; his hot breath hitting against your face as he tilted his head to a side, deepening the kiss and poking your lips with his warm tongue.
You couldn't help but copy the gasp that left his lips when you pulled softly at the hairs located on the nape of his neck. His tongue shamelessly colliding against yours as he eat you alive.
Your breaths were heavy, painting as you pulled apart. Your eyes falling to his plump lips, darted open lips. Easily giving in, you caught in between your teeth his bottom lip and softly tugged at it. His eyes pleaded while a soft whine scaped from him, hands moving up to meet the exposed skin on your waist and pressed you closer against his body.
Letting drop his head to a side, Soobin started kissing on your neck, biting occasionally while his hands moved smoothly up and down your soft and wamr skin. By now, you were a sighing mess.
Still, nothing stopped you as your hands trailed down Soobin’s chest reaching the tent in his pants. He gasped against your shoulder when you grabbed his hard dick over the clothe. His hips involuntarily thrusting into your touch. You wasted no time as you slid your hand inside his pants and boxers, biting your lip as your hand closed around him before moving up and down his length; him, shuddering with his head still hiding in your neck flinched when you called his name so prettily.
“Soobin,” His dick twitched as a response. You reached his ear enough to plant a soft kiss on it before continuing: “let me eat you out.”
“Oh, god."
Soobin fell onto your couch, looking up at you with hunger in his eyes as you studied him carefully. Soobin’s red ears, his heated breath, the intense look in his eyes, his parted open, delicious lips, the way his thighs opened wide for you to place in between them, the tip of his cock coyly sticking up to his abdomen and barely showing from under his clothes. He looked so fucking hot waiting for you.
You grabbed the collar of his shirt and slowly close your lips around him, enjoying the taste of him. His hands grabbed the back of your thighs, just underneath of your ass, and it felt like his fingers were melting down with you. Your mouth moved down, from his lips to his neck and then his chest, down to his abdomen reaching the wet tip of his dick.
Soobin pulled of his shirt over his head, his hair ruffling even more while you pulled down both his jeans and boxers. A hard, raspy groan erupted from the back of his throat when your pretty lips covered his leaking, tasting his pre-cum on your tongue.
“Fuck, y/n…” He mumbled, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes as you tried to take all of him in your mouth which, was pretty fucking difficult as he was just too big. Still, you pushed yourself down on his length, eyes watering up as his tip reached the back of your throat. “So fucking h-hot."
His groaning continued as you bobbed your head up and down, feeling his dick twitching as you whined whenever his tip reached deep inside your mouth.
You knew he was close once he started bucking up his hips, thrusting into your mouth at a fast pace while you let him fucked your mouth, your own spit slidding down your chin. The ropes of cum filled your throat and you quickly swallowed it down, the clenching of your mouth making Soobin shudder as he was sensitive.
“Not fair, come here.” He panted. His hand clasped your cheeks and kissed you, tasting himself on your mouth, both groaning at each other. He swiftly changed positions and laid you down on the couch, with himself kneeling in between your legs. His fingers quickly pulling off your own clothes and blindly throwing them somewhere in the room.
“This was supposed to be me helping you out, not the other way around, baby.” You ignored the way your cheeks burned up, not really sure if it was because your bare core facing the gorgeous man in front of you or the way he called you baby.
He laid down on his chest, grabbing your tights and throwing them over his shoulders. His hot breath against your core made you shiver. His eyes were glued to your wet entrance; his lips turning into a quick smirk, glancing up at you, tongue linking his swollen lips.
“You’re already so wet, did you like my dick that much?”
“Shut up, just eat me out alrea- oh” Soobin’s tongue’s long lick against your wet folds was a very nice way to cut you off. He gave a few more licks against your entrance, which had you rolling your eyes till the back of your head, while his nose rubbed against your clit, humming at the taste of you.
Unconsciously, your hands grabbed his hair and pulled making him groan against your pussy. One of his large hands pressed down on your stomach, trying to keep your hips in place when you started grinding against his face.
You moaned at the pretty sight of him between your legs; his eyebrows knitted togheter while his head moved up and down, eating you out like some kind of starved man. When he inserted a finger in your core, you threw your head back biting down on your lip to prevent being so loud.
"Fuck... s'close, Soobin." Oh, the way you said his name was music to his ears. He inserted another one of his pretty fingers into you, fucking you with them while his tongue rolled over and over against your knob. He felt your gummy walls clenching around his fingers before they were all covered in the juices.
You panted heavily as if you had run a marathon while he sat down on his knees again, taking out of you his fingers before licking them clean, his eyes fixated on yours.
“You good?”
“Are you kidding? I could do this all night.” You answered, trying to sound cool. He chuckled and towered over you, kissing you hungerly while griding down his trobbing cock against your wet cunt.
“W-wait.” You pushed him a little. He petrified. “A condom.”
Oh, right. He forgot. Was he about to have unprotected sex with you? He waited patiently while you looked for one in your room and when you came back, he took it off your hands and put it on really fast; you couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness.
You climbed over his lap, straddling him. His hands pressed against your ass, positioning you just above his tip. He looked up at you with such enthusiasm you couldn’t help to softly caress his cheek before sliding down on his dick. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while his plump lips formed a perfect 'o' shape. Fuck, he was so hot.
“You’re so- fuck, baby, still so tight, uh?" Soobin quickly pulled off your shirt over your head and unclasped your bra before his mouth covered one of your exposed breasts, licking at your nipple while the other one was masaged by his hand. He moaned still with your breast filling his mouth when he felt you clenching around him. "Fucking ride me, baby, please."
You started bouncing up and down his length; his feeling pressing hard into your skin as he moaned, looking up at you with his bottom lip clasped by his teeth if he wasn't busy licking at your breasts. You threw your head back when he started bucking up his hips into you, hardening your pace.
"Gonna c-cum, gonna cum, baby." He said, panting and squeezing your ass so hard that it felt numb.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." You chanted, the hard slaps of his heavy balls hitting against your core driving your insane. You couldn't even say anything before you cummed, your walls clenching so hard against Soobin's cock. He grunted at the feeling of his dick being asphyxiated by your so wet and so tight insides, before cumming himself as well.
You both panted heavily as Soobin fell on your side, his head hiding in the crook of your neck and his arm around your waist. He forced himself to get up and help you get clean; when he walked back into the living room, after disposing of the used condom and with a clean towel to clean you up, you were already passed out on the couch. He chuckled quietly and cleaned you up trying not to wake you up.
He carried you to your room and tucked you in your bed, covering your naked-self with your bedover.
Should I sleep here too?
While debating what to do, Soobin looked around your room. It was indeed an art major’s room. Pilled up on a corner where some old pieces made by you as homework, collecting dust. Your desk and even your wardrobe was invaded by all kind of brushes and paint jars.
He liked it. A lot.
Soobin didn’t notice you barely opening your eyes while he looked around. You stretched out your hand and softly pulled at his fingers.
“What’ya doing?” You mumbled lazily moving to a side on your bed, never letting go of his fingers. Soobin didn’t put any kind of resistance either as you pulled him into the bed. “Let’s sleep."
Soobin hummed, a soft smile on his lips as he covered you both and hugged you under the cover. “Mm’kay, baby.”
You woke up really early that morning, embraced by a pair of firm arms pressing you against a warm body. Soobin’s slow breaths filled the silence of your room. You looked up at him, mesmerized.
You managed to get up without waking him up. After all, it was still kinda early and you two had gone to bed so late last night.
The memories of last night rushed at once into your head, making you blush from head to toes. You didn’t even notice when you sat down, facing the blank canva in the living room and started painting, sure of what you wanted to project.
Only once you stopped, and it was to send a text to Yeonjun.
you: hey can u send me last year’s winning poetry ???junnie: you mean this years?you: no, last year’sjunnie: mmmmmm, suspicious but alrightjunnie: (attached file)
a/n: hi girlies you can read the second part of muse here
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Living Canvas
Lee: Minho Ler: Hyunjin, Chan Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: it's almost insane how much I love seeing Lino getting all the tickles his sweet heart deserves🥺💖hope you like it✨🤗
Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,
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Hyunjin was BORED. You may wonder, of what? Of painting, particularly on his usual canvases. He never thought a day would dawn when he’d feel that way, but here he was.
He lay draped over the carpet in their living room, mindlessly tracing patterns into the soft fibers, only to brush them away in frustration.
He was still there when Minho came over, stopping to stare at the moping puddle that was Hwang Hyunjin.
“Wow, a new rug,” he commented dryly, toeing at Hyunjin with one socked foot before heading over to Chan’s room. Hyunjin let out a long, drawn-out sigh, continuing his sad ministrations on the carpet.
Minho eventually did emerge from the leader’s room and flopped himself onto the couch. They stayed in a comfortable silence until the older’s voice cut through it.
“What’s wrong?” There was a tinge of worry and concern in Minho's voice that made Hyunjin roll over to face the kitten. “I don’t wanna paint anymore…” The older’s brows shot up at the confession.
“What? Like at all? Why not?”
“It’s not interesting anymore. I don’t feel as inspired to paint as I did before. Something about the canvas itself is throwing me off every time I so much as pick up a brush.”
The dam broke and Hyunjin rambled on until a finger was pressed onto his lips, effectively shutting him up.
“Did you try switching things up? Maybe try something other than a canvas to paint on?”
Minho’s suggestion was predictable. After all, that had been the first thing Hyunjin had tried. But maybe—maybe Hyunjin had been looking at this all wrong this whole time.
An unnerving smile crept slowly onto his face, his calculating gaze assessing Minho’s figure as an idea formulated.
“Hmm. You’re right hyung! Perhaps swapping out my usual for a more…interactive canvas would be a good idea.”
Minho did NOT like the emphasis the artist had put on the word ‘interactive’. His eyes narrowed and a chill ran down his spine.
Every instinct in his body screamed at him to run at the look Hyunjin was giving him. But the older remained seated, ever the poster child for a poker face.
But even as his face remained impassive, his body seemed to give him away. His feet drummed anxiously on the floor, his clasped hands writhing where they lay on his lap and sweat beaded his forehead.
“Hyungie, will you pleaseee help me out? Pretty please? I’ll take you out to eat afterwards!” Hyunjin’s voice was sugary sweet, eyes wide and innocent as he tried to convince the older to make a deal with the devil.
By now, Minho had a good idea of what was being expected of him. The kitten gulped, caught in a stare-off, until he folded—he really couldn’t say no to the kids.
“Fine, but you’re getting me ice cream too.” He hesitantly agreed, fully aware of what was coming his way.
“Deal!” Hyunjin’s smile was demonic. “Sit tight hyungie~ I’ll go fetch the supplies!”
Anxiety, nervousness and anticipation swirled like a soup in Minho’s stomach, his feet tapping more and more frequently on the carpet the longer Hyunjin took. Minho’s thoughts raced a million miles an hour as he mentally prepared himself.
After a good 10 minutes of this, the artist sauntered in, wearing a paint-streaked black apron and holding a big wooden box filled to the brim with paints and a collection of different brushes. He gave Minho a warm smile, setting the box down next to him on the floor.
“I’m just going to lay down some newspapers so we don’t ruin the floor,” he explained as he worked, covering the carpets with multiple layers of newspapers and finally with a paint-stained towel.
When Minho crouched to lay on it, a little dazed from the unexpected turn his day had taken, the artist stopped him, gesturing for him to lose the shirt.
“Your pants might get stained though…gimme a second hyungie!” Hyunjin raced to his room, reappearing with a pair of shorts, “Wear this, I don’t want your clothes to get messy.”
Then the ferret disappeared once more, this time into Chan’s room, allowing the older to change. By the time the kitten was done, Chan and Hyunjin emerged together.
"Channie hyung, help me hold him down, will you?” Chan was all too happy to lay Minho on the towel, cradling his head gently in his lap.
The leader clasped Minho’s hands in his own ones, gently rubbing circles into his palm to soothe his nerves.
“Okay! Time for prep!” The artist announced with a flourish, cracking his knuckles. Minho gulped at the action, biting his lower lip nervously. This wasn't in the script!
“W-what do you mean ‘prep’?”
“Hm?” Hyunjin sounded genuinely puzzled by the question. Then a twinkle of mischief appeared in his eyes.
“You’re too ticklish hyung. If I use my brushes on you right now, you’ll squirm around so much it’ll ruin my painting! So Channie hyung and I will get you ready so that you won’t be so sensitive.”
Minho didn’t buy that nonsense. He was all too familiar with this particular technique, being one he often used on the younger members (mostly Innie) whenever the youngest needed to put on makeup on his neck and ears.
Minho always volunteered, dragging their maknae away from their makeup noonas to wreck him, claiming it’ll let them do their job ‘easier’. Surprise surprise, it didn’t.
But now that the tables were turned, the kitten didn’t find it as funny. “That—that won’t be necessary. You can just get started. I’ll stay stiHIHILL!! HYUHUHUNJIHIN!”
The ferret had dragged one of his brushes over Minho’s lower belly, his eyes already flickering over to the next spot—Minho’s hips.
The kitten shook his head, blabbering in a panic,” No! Nohot there, JihiHIHInnie pleheheHEHEASE! Ihihi sAHAid noahAHAHAHA ah!!”
Hyunjin ditched the brush, carefully massaging the spot with his thumbs. The oldest grinned at the way their lee arched and squirmed. This was just the beginning.
“Chahahanihihie hyuhuhung!! Ahahahaha sahahave meee!!” He screeched at his only hyung. Chan just grinned at him, and wanting to get in on the fun, he grabbed a brush.
Holding Minho’s hands with one of his own, he moved them to the side of his face.
Then as the kitten watched with growing dread he lowered the brush to his ear, running the soft bristles over the shell of Minho’s reddened ears.
“Ah nohohoho not my eahahahahars!! Thahat's cheHEHEATING!”
It had the cute lee squeaking and shaking his head desperately…until Hyunjin’s hands cupped his jaw, fingers wiggling at his neck while Chan happily ran the brush all over his ears and the backs of them.
“Mhmhmhehe ahahahAHAHAHAA!! PLEHEASE!”
Minho’s face burned as he tried—and failed—to stifle his giggles, his attempts at self-control crumbling with every ticklish touch. He kicked his legs and tugged at his arms but Chan was stronger and he held firm.
For all his attempts to escape, they didn’t stop. Hyunjin’s hands moved from Minho’s hips to his belly to his sides and ribs, leaving hysterical laughter in its wake. Chan focused on rubbing Minho’s ears and scribbling under the younger’s arms.
“Nahahahaha lehehet me goHOHAHAHAHA! Ihihit tihihihickles!” He squealed out. “Yes baby, that’s what we’re tryna do~ Dohohon’t behehe ihimpatient,” Chan mocked the poor boy’s cries for mercy.
The two continued their playful torment on Minho’s torso, only stopping when Minho’s laughter grew breathy and his struggles started growing weaker.
After a short break and some words of praise, the artist grabbed a palette, squeezing a dozen or so different colors on the flat surface.
“Prep’s over! Now for the real fun~” He snickered meanly.
Hyunjin decided to start off with a smaller paintbrush, dipping it in some water, he hovered the brush over the older’s tummy.
Minho’s breathing was picking up, a smile already tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched a drop of cool water fall from the brush and onto his hot skin.
That ‘prep’ had done nothing. Not that any of them expected it to anyway.
“Hmm so much to cover! Where should I start?” Hyunjin pondered, staring dead into Minho’s eyes and the poor flustered boy averted his gaze, prompting a high-pitched cackle from Chan.
“Aw don’t be shy Linoya~” he cooed, simultaneously moving his eyes to tell Hyunjin to go for his stomach. Boy was Chan mean when he wanted to be.
Then, while Chan gently tickled his underarms, Hyunjin scooted back, leaning forward to plant a kiss on the center of his belly.
Now, ticklish kisses don't usually work on Minho but the way Hyunjin's and Chan's fingers scritch scratched at his waist and armpits made him feel that much more sensitive.
His body seemed suddenly receptive to the soft pressing of Hyunjin's plush lips on his belly and Minho couldn’t help jerked his body away. But there was nowhere to go.
“ohoHO MYHYHY GOHOHOD, IHIHITS SO BAHAHAHAHAD!!” He wailed, his body shimmying around helplessly. If he twisted away from one hand, he'd only be shoving his sensitive spots into the other hand. It was merciless.
“Lino hyung…how on earth are you so precious. Just look at you! I’m touching you so lightly and yet you look like we’ve tortured you for hours! What a mess we can make of you hyungie~”
Minho’s eyes flew open at that, his mouth falling open in shock. Hyunjin had murmured those words but it felt like he’d screamed them in Minho’s ear instead.
“I—you- Hyunjin I swear to god I will literally KILL YOU aft—nO shihiHIHIHIT SOHOHORRY, IHIHIM SOHOHORRY PLEAHEHEASE!!!”
At the threat, Chan’s fingers went crazy on his armpits, Hyunjin’s hands now starting to knead his sides as he kissed all over Minho’s belly before letting up.
The two waited patiently for the kitten’s breathing to calm down, and just when Minho least expected it, Hyunjin struck once more.
Hyunjin grinned and grabbed a paintbrush. Dipping it in water, he surged forward, swirling the wet tips along Minho’s upper arms, just above his armpits.
The poor kitten jolted, arms coming down only for them to be pulled back up by the leader. “Uh uh, you have to be still or Jinnie won’t be able to concentrate~”
But even as he said that, Chan showered a pokes Lino's torso with his free hand, giggling as he watched the kitten squirm. “Nohohoho whyhyhy ihis Chahahnihie hyuhung dohoing thihis tohoohoo?!”
“Yah! Can’t this old man have some fun too?” Chan scolded playfully, praying that Seungmin hadn’t heard him. He’d never hear the end of it otherwise.
“Sohoho youhuhu admihit youhu’re old?” Minho teased through his giggles, immediately regretting it when Chan’s thumbs drilled in between his ribs.
“So cute hyungie. You’re absolutely adorable.” Hyunjin’s reverent words cut through their playful banter.
The tips of Hyunjin's fingers drag along the soft expanse of skin along with the brush on the other side, observing with the kind of attention that he’d usually keep reserved exclusively for their dance practices.
The artist's gaze was trained on the way Minho squirmed, goosebumps raising on his bare skin as his eyes fluttered shut. Minho was so soft, so sensitive when it came to this little weakness of his.
“Hyuhuhunehehe plehease! Ihihit’s sohoho bahaHAHAD! ehehehEHEHEhehe~”
He was putty in Jinnie’s unforgiving hold. His pretty doe eyes sparkled with an innocent, child-like excitement that Minho himself didn’t seem to be aware of.
He’d strongly denied it when Chan had brought it up once, threatening to utterly obliterate the older if he wasn’t careful. But the blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t meet their eyes gave him away.
“I love you so much hyungie,” Hyunjin murmured softly, tears welling up when he suddenly recalled their past. Minho blinked up at him in confusion, bambi eyes wide and shining as they flickered over Jinnie’s features.
Then a small smile broke out, wiping away the previous sadness and Hyunjin pressed his fingers into Minho’s sides more firmly.
The lee squealed at the abrupt change, bucking and twisting as he tried to escape those mean fingers. “shihihiIHIT ! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE AH!”
“Do you feel how much I love you Lino hyung? No? That’s okay, I’ll tickle you until I convince you”
Minho's vision is a little blurry with tears of mirth, the two lers appearing as wobbly figures in his eyes. In contrast, the feeling of hands attacking his worst spots felt so much more intense than before.
“YEHEHEHES! YEHEHES IHI DOHOHO HYUHUHUNJIHIN NAHAHAHAHA!!”
“So handsome~ So sensitive~ You’re just perfect hyungie,” Hyunjin’s voice dripped with so much love and affection, it had even poor Chan feeling a little flustered, ducking his head to hide how the words affected him.
Minho was full on blushing, his eyes squeezed shut and giggles rising in pitch with how embarrassed he felt.
“Our shy little kitten,” Hyunjin breathed softly as he ran his fingertips lightly over Minho’s painted sides. The poor lee giggled some more, squirming around.
“NAHAHAHAA I CAHAN’T TAKE ANYMOHORE!! HYUNJIN PLEASE! I WANT TOHOHO DIE NATURALLYHYHY!!”
Chan and Hyunjin died at his dramatic proclamation, laughing almost as hard as Minho was.
Lino's body trembled and shook with the force of his laughter, words growing warbled and incoherent as it mixed with his sweet, bubbly cackles.
It wasn't often his laughter got the chance to spread through their dorm so the red lights duo were determined to milk that opportunity for all it was worth.
"ChaHAHAhanihie hyung plehehEASE lehehehet me gohOHO! Hehehehes gonna kiHIhill me lihhihihke thihis!! ArghAHAHAhaha NOHOhoho"
With a sly smile, Hyunjin leaned back, gripping onto Minho's thick thighs with his paint-stained hands and gave it a squeeze. The poor boy squealed, feet skidding on the floor and almost tearing the newspapers as he struggled.
“FUHUHUHUCK! ChahanNIHIHIE HYUHUNG PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!”
But of course, that didn't deter the artist, who pinched and squished the soft flesh between his fingers and watched with growing amusement at the way Lino threw his head back, loud bouts of laughter ringing through the wide space.
He was hysterical. Between Chan's fingers gently wiggling in his armpits and Hyunjin's skilled fingers at his thighs, he was a goner in seconds.
Minho yelped, dissolving into shrieks and giggles, his sounds bringing smiles to everyone who heard it. “N-nohoHO MOHOhore pleHEHEhease!!”
And much like the tune from the pied piper, summoning a couple of eager faces to the scene of the crime with his infectious laughter.
Minho strained against Chan's hold, desperately trying to fight back. But the leader was obviously stronger and the hands running along his body only served to weaken him further.
“Linoya is this really that ticklish,” Chan asked as he used his free hand to lazily scratch over each of Minho's ribs.
The poor lee nodded furiously, his hair whipping everywhere and tears getting yeeted in all directions from the sheer force of the movement.
It made the leader giggle, “Is our little tsundere kitten so sensitive he can't even form a single thought? Can't remember how to say yes hm?”
Minho had to get them back for this. He certainly would. He'd use his electric toothbrush right on Chan's belly button and his feathers on Hyunjin. But revenge would have to wait. He'd have to survive this sweet torture first.
The thought of revenge was what got him through their relentless taunts and jabs at his sensitivity. Despite the fact that he had turned a concerning shade of red, his struggles getting weaker, Minho held on.
“I cahAN'T tahaHAHAHAKE IT!! AHHAHAHAHAHAHA,” he wailed frantically, his feeble attempts at escape doing nothing to help him.
The two menaces went on till Minho's sweet hiccupy sounds cut off completely, replaced by little spray bottle noises that only brought with it more hysterical laughter from the rest.
Minho curled up on his side, rubbing over all the spots that were now pink from their playful assault as Chan stroked his hair in adoration.
As Hyunjin wiped away the paint, Minho’s giggles softened into quiet chuckles. “You-you’re evil Hyunjin,” he complained, voice still shaky from laughter.
Hyunjin grinned innocently, “Only for you hyungie~”
The leader himself massaged gently along his arms, soothing the hyper kitten from his giggly fit.
“Go take a shower, let’s cuddle after okay baby?” Chan cooed, pulling Minho up and pushing him towards the bathrooms.
Hyunjin has a lot of snacks prepared, humming contently as he placed them neatly on a table.
Minho’s idea had seemed to work it’s magic and Hyunjin already knew what he wanted to paint next. Maybe this was the right way out of his creative slumps.
And after a nice, warm shower, the three spend all evening cuddling and snacking together as they watched a random k-drama.
Later, a certain kitten received a rather embarrassing—and extremely flustering—painting that captured a moment from their...eventful evening.
His breath hitched as he unwrapped the painting, looking over the vibrant colors and playful lines that captured his every ticklish struggle.
Minho’s face was bright red in the canvas, little tears forming at the corners of his eyes as a wide, beautiful smile adorned his face.
The painting also included some rather unnecessary details like the hands that had put him in that state and he most certainly did NOT hang it on his bedroom wall. No, he definitely did not.
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𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀: 𝘋𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘔 𝘈𝘉𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘔𝘌
pairing: spencer reid x reader
summary: you bite your nerves and go out to dinner with spencer, which goes surprisingly well, but then things take an unexpected turn when a conflicting invite is placed at your feet.
word count: 2658
warnings: mental breakdowns (only in the flashbacks!), mentions of cheating, so much fluff good god, once again loser gf x loser bf... did i mention fluff?
a/n: i think i'm becoming a cliffhanger pro of sorts at this point LMAOO. aside from that, i'm so incredibly happy at the influx of encouragement, but also, i wanted to know if this series should take an angstier turn? or just leave it as a fluffy hurt/comfort fic with a potential smut?
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The apartment was silent.
You were deep in drunken contemplation as you looked at the blank canvas in front of you. Your head was swimming, eyes occasionally crossing, but nevertheless, you lifted up your glass to throw back the rest of the golden, aged whiskey.
The ice clinked loudly when you slammed it back on the spare stool next to you in frustration.
Why couldn’t you do this? Why couldn’t you think?
Your visits to your at home art studio lessened and lessened as it neared closer to the anniversary of your father’s death.
It’d been a year since you left, but being able to do art hadn’t gotten easier.
The arts were something you had shared with your dad. He was the one that introduced it to you, putting the pencil in your hand and had given you your first sketchbook. He was an artist himself, and you often painted or sketched together in silence.
It felt like a disservice to let your passion die with him, but you just can’t.
“Why can’t I do this for you?” It was a slurred whimper, but pathetic all the same.
Helpless anger boiled in your gut.
You were a failure, you failed everyone around you. A failure and a coward.
The word coward circled around your head like a moth to flame.
“‘M not a coward…” You murmured to yourself, but you didn’t believe it. “I’m not!” You all but yelled to no one.
Then, you blacked out, grabbing the glass and chucking it at the nearest wall. It shattered, exploding into millions of microscopic pieces. It was like something inside of you broke as well.
“I’m not! I’m not! I’m not!” You repeatedly shouted, but you couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop smashing and grabbing, taking the dull end of your paint brush and stabbing it through the material of the canvas, ripping it in a slash.
Moving, moving, grabbing, ripping, destroying; you tore down finished paintings off the wall, old and new, all but obliterating me.
By the time you were done, you had collapsed to your knees, pressing your forehead to the cool floor, and just sobbing.
You hadn’t painted since then.
You weren’t the only one who had decided to come early.
You spotted him sitting in a booth tucked away into the corner. He looked nice, handsome even.
His hair was an adorable mess, his button down and tie was replaced by a collared shirt and purple cardigan, followed by brown slacks and his signature black Converses.
Yeah. He looked really nice.
You rubbed your clammy hands on your jeans harshly, the slight burn helping to ground you as you nibbled nervously on your lip. You could do this.
When you near him, he looks up, eyes widening slightly before scrambling to slide out of his seat to greet you.
He breathes your name. “Hey.” It’s shaky and anxious and it causes you to relax. “Hey, Spence.” You say back, but it’s a little less breathless.
It’s awkward for a second before you both laugh shyly, choosing to sit down across from each other.
“So… How was your day?” Your voice cuts through the tense atmosphere. He looks up from the menu a little startled before relaxing. “It was good! It was nice to be able to wake up a little bit later than I usually do.”
“I have a feeling that your ‘waking up later’ is a bit different from mine.” You tease, and he huffs with a shy smile. “You know I like waking up early.”
A waitress comes around to ask about drinks, but the whole time she’s staring at Spencer. He gives her a flat smile before returning his full attention back towards you. A strange feeling of satisfaction fills you at the sight of him brushing her off, even if had no idea he was doing it.
Your eyes follow her with a raised brow as she leaves.
“Wow, Spence. You’re a big ladies' man, arent’cha?” You ask with a smirk. “What are you talking about?” Spencer asks with a slight pout. “I’m talking about our waitress and the fact that she was making goo goo eyes at you.” He blinks. “Oh.” He says intelligently. You chuckle, shaking his head. “You’ve always been too oblivious for your own good.” You would know.
“Too bad you’re here with me.” You continue with a self-deprecating joke. “I’m glad I’m here with you.” He murmurs with big brown eyes. You feel yourself flush at his affections and drop your gaze back to your own menu. Maybe you’re hiding your face behind it. Sue you.
“God, I’m so hungry.” You say to yourself, but he hears you and laughs… fondly?
“Yeah, the food here is pretty good.” He comments on his own.
Finally, the silence this time around is comfortable.
“Can I ask you how your day was?” Spencer asks carefully. “Of course you can.” Before you speak, the dreaded waitress brings both of your waters.
“Thank you.” Spencer says respectively, and you think she could’ve swooned. “No problem.” And you all but roll your eyes.
After she leaves, you continue.
“My day was fine,” You shift uncomfortably. “I uh… I went to my first AA meeting today. It was… eye opening to say the least.” You shrug, leaning forward on your elbows to sip leisurely on your water.
“That’s great. Have you thought of getting a sponsor yet?” You purse your lips in contemplation at his words. “I haven’t really thought about it, but if I were to, I’d probably have to pick Miranda. She’s a sponsor at my location. I’ve met her. She’s nice.”
“That’s nice.”
You roll your lips between your lips at his answer before sighing and slumping back into your seat, leaning back against the wood of the booth.
“Fuck, Spencer, listen – I’m sorry everything is so awkward between us. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You’re my best friend.” You fiddle with the straw wrapper nervously. “I know I hurt you – and don’t even try to act like I didn’t, because I did – but I really, really, want to make things right with you.” You ramble anxiously, tearing the paper to shreds.
“I…” You look up and he gulps. “I would really like that.” He admits softly.
“I’m sorry I left.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t stop you.”
The rest of dinner goes by surprisingly well now that the emotional ice was broken.
You heard more about his job and what he does, praising him and he flushes a pretty red all the while brushing your compliments off.
Spencer holds the door open for you to exit.
“I told you I could’ve paid.” You grumble. “You can pay next time, I promise.” He says with a gentle grin. Your steps stutter before faltering completely. You pause to turn and look at him. “Next time?” You question in surprise.
His words seem to catch up to him, because he pauses too.
“Do you… not want there to be a next time?” His voice is drenched in sadness, and it makes your heart hurt. “No, no! That’s not what I meant! I just… I’m kind of just waiting for the other shoe to drop, you know? It’s like tonight has been really great, but I feel like once I go home, you’ll totally ghost me.”
Spencer says your name and gets into your space. Your body buzzes at the limited distance between your bodies, but you refuse to shiver.
“____.” He says with a full frown. “I’m not going to ghost you or leave you, not when I just got you back. You aren’t the only one that missed their best friend, you know? I want to see you again, every day if I could.”
You stare up at him with tears burning in the back of your eyelids, turning your head to the side to blink them away.
“God, when did you become such a sap?” You grumble, smacking his chest lightly. But the truth was, your stomach swarmed with butterflies, and you were a bit nauseous, but this nausea was different. It was nice, and you had no idea what it meant.
He chuckles softly, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind his ear. “I know it’s something you need to hear.” He says it like it’s nothing. Spencer’s always been an enigma like that.
“I don’t know when we’d be able to meet again though.” Spencer says with a thoughtful expression in his face. “My schedule isn’t very fixed, and my job takes me everywhere. I can’t give you a definitive time.”
“It’s fine, Spence.” You wave him off. “Don’t stress about it. I have faith in you, you know.” You say slyly. “Well, I’m glad.”
“I had a good time tonight.” He continues, and you nod in agreement. “I did too. Made things a little bit easier for me.” You confess, scratching at the back of your ear.
“You know you can talk to me about it, right?”
“Yeah… but it’s just… we just started being friends again, so I don’t want to stress you out with all my shit.”
“You wouldn’t ever stress me out with your ‘shit’, and with the way I see it, we never stopped being friends, we're just picking up from where we left off.”
“I’ve never thought about it that way.” You respond breathlessly. I mean, you really aren’t in a good place where positive thinking comes naturally. Maybe you should call your mom’s therapist tomorrow.
“Well, I should head home, I know my mom’s waiting for me even though she shouldn’t.” You huff fondly. “Tell your mom I said hi, okay? And be safe.”
“I will.”
You both stood there for a moment, like you want to make a move, but you step back and clear your throat. You don’t think you’re ready for physical affection just yet. There’s always a risk for you to crumble where you stand, and Spencer has softened you up more than you would have liked to have been tonight.
“Ah – uh, good night.” You bid sheepishly, and his ears flush pink in the moonlight.
“Good night.”
You see Spencer again after two weeks of radio silence.
You knew he’d have to be dragged away eventually, but you found yourself missing him more often than not now. You two had started texting daily, even exchanging good morning and night messages.
You’d ask him how his day went, and he’d ask you about your meetings or anything else you wanted to talk about really. It was like he was always interested in what you had to say, and you had forgotten how it felt to be heard.
It was strange, really, you didn’t find anything you did all that interesting, but Spencer seemed to want to hear all about it.
You’ve been going to AA weekly, and you even visited your mom’s therapist once and that was an intense experience. It had brought a lot of uncomfortable feelings to the surface, often causing your cravings to flare up.
It wasn’t like you weren’t willing to try, but therapy was one of those things that you had decided to go slower on. There were a lot of demons you weren’t ready to face yet, five years of self-inflicted trauma does that to a person.
You had just been sitting on the step of the porch smoking with a coffee. It was a familiar breakfast combination, one that you would have often back in New York while you sat on the balcony.
There was no rest in the city, no matter how high up your apartment was, it was always bustling, so you often fled the loudness of your mind just to step into something far fainter. It was an equal balance you suppose, the beeping of cars in the morning bringing some solace to the wicked hangover you were probably sporting.
Those were the days where you had been able to see Luke.
You wouldn’t say you missed him per se, because the way you felt about him was… different, to say the least. You loved him of course; what woman would say yes to a man she didn’t love? But it wasn’t the kind of love that he needed, and you knew that.
You tried so hard to be the perfect girl he was with back when you’d first met, often hiding the nasty, ugly parts of yourself from him with a smile. Many of your self-destructive tendencies happened when he wasn’t home.
The difficult part of it all was that he wasn’t unkind to you at all; he never raised his hand or his voice at you. He gave you your own credit card, never pressured you into sex or demanded where dinner was. He was just a nice guy.
So, you really didn’t blame him for cheating on you.
You honestly don’t even consider it cheating at this point, you had been so emotionally checked out of the relationship that it wasn’t even like you two were together. Space managed to wedge its way between the both of you, splitting farther and farther until it finally separated. Cue that fateful night.
Hurt people, hurt people.
Your phone buzzes in your hand, bringing you out of your thoughts and you peer down at it lazily, but you almost choke on the smoke in your lungs when you see his text.
Spence [10:30 AM]: Good morning! I’m in the office right now, but I just wanted to see if you wanted to grab lunch together during my break?
You [10:31 AM]: Sounds good. Where are we meeting?
Spence [10:31 AM]: Here’s the thing, I don’t think I’d be able to leave the office for that long, so I was thinking we could eat here? It’s really no problem if not. I just wanted to save the trip for both of us.
You stared at his text unblinking for a moment, a sinking feeling settling in your gut.
The office was where his team was at, so basically his family by proxy.
You had heard about them when you two had gone out for dinner, the man gushing about them fondly. It was cute, the way he looked up to them, but you couldn’t help but question how much they knew. Of course, they sounded like nice people but… but when you had left, Spencer should have just gotten the job at the BAU.
Did they know how fucking awful of a person you were? You wouldn’t have been surprised if they did. If you were Spencer, you’d curse yourself up and down.
Maybe you were being too critical.
You nibble on your bottom lip before taking the final drag of your cigarette, putting it out on the now ashtray that sat on your stoop. Your mom had complained about finding the buds scattered throughout the yard, talking about how the tobacco was killing her plants or something. You’re not even sure if that’s scientifically possible.
Anyway, you look back down at your phone.
You [10:36 AM]: That’s fine with me. What time should I stop by? Also, what do you want to eat?
Spencer [10:36 AM]: Great! My break usually starts around 12:30 to one, so any time after that should be good! And surprise me! You know what I like :)
You gawked at the usage of his emoticons, who taught him how to use those? It made you grin.
But then your smile quickly dims when you realize that you only have two hours left to get ready – you haven’t showered yet, let alone brushed your teeth – and leave as well as get the food all the while trying not to drown in your sea of overthinking.
Once again you find yourself attempting to swallow down the anxiety that rattles your bones, and the itch that alights in your nerves.
Welp.
It’s time to meet the family.
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consolation
FEATURING: percy jackson x reader
summary: y/n has been cooped up in their cabin for days, only leaving to attend breakfast and lunch at their siblings' insistence. it's not that they mean to, it's just that their art is doing anything but coming together as of late and it's making them doubt their abilities. good thing for them that their fantastic boyfriend is there to save the day!
contents: soft!percy, cute couple moments, possibly some angst in regards to self doubt but mainly fluff in the end, references to passing of time, worried!percy, gn!reader, no stated cabin or godly parent but mentions of siblings, percy referring to you as 'babe'
note" this is my first actual piece of written work on here, and it seemed fitting that it would be pjo related. I'm so nervous about it, so please be kind and give this some love! it's stated that the reader is in an art slump, and that's for the sake of the plot behind this so sorry to all those who aren't interested in the arts or things like that!
You would say that it wasn't a normal occurrence for you to compare yourself to others to anyone who asked, but you yourself knew that that simply wasn't true and, in this moment, were being proved wrong as you stared at the messy array of art supplies circling around you--from crumbled papers of failed sketches to messy rags layered with dried paint. While the mess was contained to your side of your cabin, you were sure that your siblings cautious of just how long that would last.
Your appearance faired no better. Your camp shirt was littered is paint marks from sloppy movements of your hands, the orange holding more life to it than the fresh canvas in front of you. Three had laid crestfallen along the floor, thrown down carelessly during fits of frustration after another failed attempt tallied in your mind. Just when you thought things where going to go smoothly, fate had other plans and took another direction. Maybe this was a sign of the Gods punishing you, but for what? You couldn't figure out.
The more you stared at the blank canvas, at the mess around you, the more dishearted you felt. Your mind wandered to a group of kids that you had seen at the arts and crafts center last week, some Apollo campers you had assumed, albeit bitterly, when your eyes fell on their stunning art pieces making it hard for you to look away. They were so beautiful and held your attention longer than you'd hope to admit outloud. You had desired to master a similar affect with your own piece. That did not seem likely.
"But they did it so perfectly," you muttered to yourself (more like growled), hands gripping your paint brush tightly to the point where you were sure that the wood would snap under the force. "I'm sure they didn't have to go through all this." Your brows furrowed and you were just about to give up when a familiar voice spoke up.
"Man, it looks like a hurricane rolled through here." You looked up and were met with a pair of sea green eyes, of which held a mirth to them that only increased tenfold when they landed on you. "Maybe I should take you to seek shelter, just to be safe."
This caused you to snort. "Haha, very funny. I know that, if ever in a hurricane, to simply call out your name and you'll be there to save me, won't you?"
"Always!" A toothy grin broke out over Percy's face and it was almost enough to draw you back from your creativity haze. But when your eyes drew back to the blank canvas, the sense of dismay returned. Subconsciously, your shoulders sagged in response, but you were none the wiser. Percy, however, being the attentive boyfriend that he was, took notice. "I take it things aren't going as planned?"
You shook your head. "That's an understatement. This is my third attempt so far, and I can't even put paint to the material. At least with the others I could say that."
Percy shifted forward, reaching for one of the lone canvases and studied it with interest. "This one is nice," he said honestly. "Why'd you stop?"
"Because it's bad." You answered simply.
But Percy didn't believe that. "No it's not, you're just being hard on yourself." Like always hung in the air, but it was moreso a thought of your own rather than Percy's himself. The inky haired boy gave you a brief once over, brows furrowed with tinges of worry. "When was the last time you took a break? Stepped outside for something other than going to the dining pavilion?"
You blinked for a moment, attention slightly divided between your boyfriend and the work before you. "Uh, I think it was like...yesterday, one of my siblings dragged me out to the strawberry field with them." Or, at least you thought it was yesterday.
But Percy shook his head. "That was Tuesday, babe, I asked one of your siblings. Today's Friday. We need to get you out of this cabin, doing something other than painting."
Slightly shocked by clarification, you body tensed at the thought of being pulled away from your workstation, especially so prematurely into your journey. If you stopped now, what was to say that you would ever finish? Or that this was possibly your last chance at recreating and if you left now, all that went down the drain.
"I can't." You sighed weakly, hurriedly drifting your eyes to your boyfriend, who you had just discovered, that you hadn't spent much time with at all during this week. "If I don't get this piece right now, I might never-"
Percy raised a brow in response of you cutting yourself off. "You might never what?"
With a frustrated and embarrassed sigh, you explained to him your dilemma and the set backs it had provided you, refraining from looking at him the whole time. A part of you had fear some sort of mockery or lack of understanding that conjured up a simple dismissal without actually helping. You had grown accustomed to that after a few occasions and, while you didn't believe Percy to be like, it still hovered in your mind.
To your surprise, though not really, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you so gently yet fiercely that you felted tethered and set free all the same. Your face subconsciously pressed into Percy's bicep and you inhaled his scent, feeling the burdens of the weight you had placed on yourself slowly slipping away one by one. Faint tears welled in your eyes, but he made no move to comment on them.
"I wished you'd came to me sooner, I could've helped you. While not with anything art related, because it would have ended poorly for the both of us, I could have been here to keep you company and show some support."
A small sound that was a mix between a cry and laugh bubbled from your throat. "I don't think I would have been much fun."
Percy snorted. "Please, we would've had the time of our lives here. You're siblings would have kicked me out and banished me from ever entering." While this drew another laugh from you, it wasn't hard to notice the seriousness enveloping the boy's tone. "I think you need a break, for real this time and with no objections."
"But-"
"This piece, can wait. You can't. So what if some other camper made a cool piece, that doesn't mean anything. It especially doesn't mean you're a bad artist just because you're having trouble recreating it." When you fell silent at his words, he rested his nose against your temple, breathing you in. "You're very talented, and that shouldn't be doubted."
A part of you wanted to argue, to say that he was only telling you that because you were dating, but the more you thought about doing anything other than laying in your boyfriend's arms, the more exhausted you felt. Maybe it was your sudden drop in weight, but Percy had maneuvered you around until you were far from the canvas that had been torturing you for hours and closer to your bed.
"Let's get you some rest, babe." He moved to lay you down when your hand reached out, stopping him. "Babe-"
"I got paint on your shirt." You said simply, eyeing how your, still paint riddled, fingers smeared over your boyfriend's tee from his abs to his side. You had been so wrapped up in savoring his embrace, that you had forgotten about your own mess clinging to your frame.
Rather than wallow in the new stain, Percy reached for a damp, less paint splattered cloth and held it to your face. "It's no big deal, but it will be if you get paint on your sheets. Let's get you cleaned up."
By the time he was finished, you were already dozing off no matter how much you tried to fight. Your body rocked and swayed softly, and the action only made Percy laugh even more. Resting you gently on to your bed, head braced against your pillow, the inky haired boy moved to stand when your hand latched around his wrist.
"Stay," You whispered, eyes hopefully. Even with how busy you made yourself, you had missed him deeply.
"I gotta clean up around here. Wouldn't want you to trip in this mess, now would you?"
This caused you to wave him off. "Ah, well you'll simply just have to take care of me again, which seems like a win if you think about it."
Percy chuckled. "Yeah, it does. And maybe I'm so inclined to be against it." He patted your side. "Move over, babe, I'm coming in."
You cheered softly, doing as told just enough for him to rest his frame an inch away from you before you practically melted into him, arms wrapped around his waist and face tucked under his chin. You could feel Percy's chest rumble in satisfaction before he followed a similar manner. The two of you laid like that for a few minutes before you whispered.
"I'm sorry for not spending time with you these last few days." You apologized. "I was just...so wrapped up in this project and my own thoughts that I lost track of time. It's no excuse, but-"
"It's all right," Percy cut in, shushing you softly as you tried to protest. He was in no mood for you to get worked up, especially over something that was so easily fixed and could be settled even further once you were rested. "I understand, and I'm not uupset. I missed you, for sure, but we'll find a way to spend time together later, once you've had a decent amount of sleep."
You nodded in agreement, a yawn pulling from your lips. "I propose a date, anywhere you'd like and we can do whatever you want. You deserve it."
"I don't think taking care of my partner necessarily guarantees a reward," Percy commented, watching with mirth as you sent an eye roll his way. "But I'll hold you to that deal later. Love you."
"Love you, too."
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Severus Snape x Fem!Reader || Drabble
Plot: Severus finally finishes it; the painting of you - the only girl who ever kissed him. The one who didn't care; who then broke his heart and went off with another boy. // Alternatively; Sev's a glutton for punishment.
Warnings: Oh theirs a lot wrong with this picture- pardon my pun. Entrapment (literally), age difference (Technically you are the same age but you died at 17, so your painting is 17. And he's in his 30's), entitlement, self hatred, etc. Snape's a mess.
"Pingis... vivi."
With those words spoken and a waive of his hand over the canvas, the paint melded together to look 17, alive and beautiful, just the way that you did, something changes in your acrylic eyes. Something turns from fake to real. Then you blink, and shift out of the position he painted you in. You tuck hair behind your ears again, and get up off the seat he drew for you.
Snape watches in reverent silence, waiting... will it be you? Really you, or a pathetic pantomime? Will you recognise him, decades later, if you are you?
He's staring, so the girl inside the frame gives him an odd look, and turns away to ignore him- then snaps her neck back his way. Recognition in your wide eyes. "-Sev???"
"... Y/N."
"Did you make yourself an aging potion to get into the club?" You giggle, the sound better than windchimes to him. "I mean- the professors robes are kinda sexy, but I think you put in a little too much aging agent! You look- " Before Snape can speak, you're reaching forward for him-- and missing. Eyebrows furrowing, you step forward this time and try again, still reaping the same results. Its as though no matter how far you go, you don't truly get more then a foot away from your spot.
Stepping back, you look around you- left and right, seeing things that Snape can't fathom (not being a painting himself. Perhaps the scene behind you continues on, or perhaps there are long, eternal hallways. He's never cared to stop and ask any of the annoying idiots on the grand Hogwarts walls.). Still watching you carefully, he sees the exact moment that realisation dawns on you. You lower your arms, cross them over your chest, and slowly look back at him. "Sev, am I dead?... I mean- I must be. What happened??"
"Thats not important- "
"It's very important, Severus." You snap. Its not the firet time you ever cut him off, but it has been a long time since anyone did that to him. Especially not a school girl. He doesnt enjoy it; it puts a sour taste in his old mouth. "Tell me."
"It... I said it's not important." He almost gives in to you, like he used to. But he's not 17 anymore, he's a grown man and you're just a girl. "Wasnt me, anyhow, if thats what you're thinking." You will listen to him. You have to, now. With both hands on the ornamental, golden frame he encased you in like a pretty thing just to look at, he leans in towards the paint. "You listen to me, now... I brought you back. So... "
"So??"
"So that makes me your master." He hisses quickly, making your eyes narrow. What can you do about it, though?? Nothing. You can't leave. He can say whatever, he wants. "Allow me to repeat, my words. Hm? You. listen. to me."
"I don't have to do anything you say." You scowl, waiving a dismissive hand at your old friend. Your old almost. Your dodged bullet. "Severus, just disenchant the painting."
With an eye roll, Snape adjusts his thick fingers on the frame; frustration heavy in ever muscle. You're not getting it. Always so thick in the head, you were. So stubborn, so imperious.
That would have to stop.
"I... can't... "
"What do you mean you can't? Yes you can, Severus. I'm not playing a game here. Disenchant the painting right now."
"No." The one word stops you talking for a whole moment, and it's the first time Severus ever stood up to you. It feels good. So after Straightening up, letting go of the painting - of you, - , and fixing his robes; he repeats it. "No, Y/N."
A new smoke begins to floods yours wide, clear eyes, then; fear. And a dark part of Snape enjoys it. "... What do you want?"
"... What do you think?"
"I don't know, I can't understand crazy people." Anger takes fears place; anger and hatred. Just like that.
... Snape figured this would happen, so he isn't hurt. Not yet, anyway. This changed nothing; all that matters is that you're all his, now. You were always a fickle little thing, anyway.
He gives another eye roll instead of fully reacting to your crassness; beady, dark, almost-black hues almost dissapearing entirely into his forehead. "I assure you, silly girl, I'm entirely sane... " With a swish of his robes, Snape turns his back on you suddenly and moves around his room- looking for something as you watch. "Would you believe it, if I told you I... missed you?"
"Oh my god, you turned into a sad old man- didn't you? I'm not surprised." It's all you can do to him, your capter- insult him. So you will, and you'll enjoy it. "And by sad, I mean pathetic."
With a squinty-eyed scowl thrown your way, Snape pulls out a draw from his desk and sifts through it; choosing to ignore your cheap, juvenile jabs. "Well, I have missed you. You were... you were the only one, who... " You watch him pull out a framed photograph. There's no dust on it- so why was it tucked away in a drawer? He gives it a soft look for a moment, before returning to you. "You were the only one who noticed me."
Rolling your eyes across the canvas, you shake your head at him. No... "I didn't care for you, though, if that's what you're on about. I was kind to you, because you seemed like a future creep and I didnt wanna be murdered. There's a difference."
He gives a huff. So?? "Sure. Whatever." Whatever makes you happy. While you continue to glare at him, thinking of what to say next- what would pull him apart (You ended up quite good at that. Which is why, he needs you)- Severus sets down the framed photo; setting it ontop of a nearby pile of luggage facing you. It's a picture of you and him, of course. Taken by you, not so long ago. Or... quite a while ago, by the looks of Snape.
While you grimace at the picture, he takes another turn around his room and locates a little vial of potion. When you notice him approaching you, or your portrait, with it- you turn up your nose. "... what's that?"
Snape barely spares you a glance, uncorking it and ysing his thumb instead to cover the top before he shakes it up; being sure that all the ingredients are properly mkxed together. Focused on it. "Mm, just a little fail safe for myself... or you."
"What do you mean??" Eyebrows knitted together in frustrated confusion, you comb your brain for any information you had about enchanted paintings, but come up short. Severus was always a better student then you were.
"Just have to... " Severus dips a paintbrush into the vile, the brushes coming back wet with some clear liquid. "Give you one more, final, coat. And... " The feeling of being painted over is cold, but not wet. More like a cold chill that leaves you feeling bare and exposed for a few moments. Snape paints over your entire scene, from both of the top corners to the both of the bottom corners. When he's finished, you look around to see if anything different... and find nothing. What did he do?? "You should be... safe."
"...- safe!?"
"Stuck." He amends, raising his brows as if to say 'what are you going to do about it?'.
Him saying that gives you a very bad feeling and you immediacy move- attempting to leave the scene just like you've seen all the paintings in Hogwarts do. Weave in and out of different works, like a ghost.
But the moment you try and leave the frame, you bang right into an invisible force like a wall. A gasp springs from you, as you step back and reach forward to touch it. It feels solid like brick. With incensed eyes, you whip your head around to glare at Snape. "... of all the cruel things. You're trapping me here!??"
"Its- "
"You bring me back from, what was quite possibly peace, and make me look at your ugly face for the rest of eternity!? How is that fair!"
"Oh don't throw a tantrum. No need for dramatics, you little twit. You won't be here for an eternity." He rolls his eyes upwards, pursing his lips and shaking his head at you like you're just a silly little girl. "The paint'll dry and flake off, long before that."
"So, what then?? How long?"
"Just... " For the first time since he enchanted the painting, Snape's eyes find yours. "Until... "
"-Until??" You narrow your eyes some more and set your hands firmly on your hips; waiting expectantly for an explanation. What you punishment here was, exactly.
"Until... " He could tell you the truth, he thinks. The whole truth. About Dumbledore and the Lord, and Lily... you couldnt go and tell anyone. Not even if someone came in here looking for secrets, you wont come alive for anyone else but him. He was quite good at potions. "I feel... " Until he's atoned. Until you've punished him well enough. Until he feels better. "-until I'm no longer lonely, Y/N." He finally says quickly, lying. He can't help it. Maybe one day he can tell you, but he can't bring himself to say any of it- not just yet.
The responce gives you pause, anyway. You don't know what to say. Are you supposed to... what? Feel sorry for him??
"And you chose me, to fill your sad pathetic void, Severus??
Oh, you are going to be sorry you brought me back Sev. You're stuck with me now, and I am going to make your life hell."
"... good." Thank you.
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ON THE COURT— 020: why nobody gaf
smau + written!
Keeho and Y/N strolled through the college campus’ grassy walkway, the early evening air crisp and cool, tinged with the lingering warmth of the setting sun. The sky above them painted a breathtaking canvas of orange and pink hues as daylight slowly surrendered to the approaching night. The both of them walked in companionable silence, the soft shuffle of their footsteps mingling with the distant fading hum of campus life.
After a while, Y/N broke the quietness, her voice hesitant yet determined, "So, Cora..." She glanced over at Keeho, who visibly tensed at the mention of her name. His shoulders stiffened, and his usually relaxed demeanor was replaced by a hard edge, the tension rolling off him in palpable waves.
Keeho's expression darkened briefly before he managed a wry chuckle, the sound hollow and forced. "I almost forgot we were supposed to talk about her." His shoulders sagged with disappointment, a silent admission of the weight Cora's actions bore on his mind. "I'm sorry. I just can't be friends with her if she's done something to hurt you or Theo. You two were my friends first; it wouldn't be fair to either of you." Y/N nodded her opinion towards the taller, shifting her coffee cup from one hand to the other; the warmth seeping into her cold fingers. "Well, it's not so much Theo. He still thinks she's innocent, but I know what she's done." His voice was low, yet there was a firmness in the tone that spoke of his unwavering resolve.
Finding a nearby bench, Keeho sighed heavily as he sat down, the weight of their conversation pressing on his chest. He gestured for Y/N to join him, and she did, crisscrossing her legs tightly together for a comfortable position on the park bench. The wooden surface was cool against her skin, grounding her amidst the emotional storm. "You know how Cora used to be our high school manager," he began, his voice tinged with frustration and bitterness. "We had a fundraiser to get new uniforms for the new season and the new members of the team, but instead of handing the money we earned over to the coach, she spent it on herself—her wants and needs."
Y/N murmured sympathetically, her gaze fixed on Keeho instead of the distant horizon where the last traces of daylight were fading. Her heart ached at the betrayal he must have felt, her own feelings of indignation mixing with his.
"And then there was the year we made it to nationals," Keeho continued, his tone turning somber, each word a painful reminder of lost dreams. "It was everything to Theo and me. But during the match, it became so obvious that the opposing team knew our strategies and game plan flawlessly. Theo didn't catch on, but I did. During a break between matches, I went to find Cora and caught her messing around with the captain of the opposing team. She was willingly leaking our plays and tactics to them, and because of what she did, we lost our shot at the championship, and we haven't made it back since."
As Keeho finished recounting the betrayal, he gazed out across the campus, his eyes focusing on a distant point as if trying to remember every detail of that moment. He took a deep breath, his exhale filled with a mixture of lingering disappointment and unresolved frustration. "It shattered Theo to lose like that. He blames himself for being too lenient as a captain."
The campus around them had quieted further as evening settled in, the occasional murmur of students passing by fading into the stillness. In that moment, Y/N felt a surge of empathy for her friend, her heart heavy with the gravity of Cora's actions.
"That's just awful," Y/N murmured, her voice tinged with disbelief and compassion. "It's like she was only in it for how it would look on her college application." She shook her head, struggling to comprehend how someone could be so selfish.
Keeho nodded solemnly. "Yeah, it felt like she was playing a game and using us in the process." His words were laced with bitterness, a testament to the deep hurt he felt.
"I'll distance myself from her," Y/N declared softly, her tone resolute and unwavering. "I don't want to hurt you, and frankly, I wouldn't want to be associated with someone like her anyway." Her loyalty and sense of justice burned brightly, a stark contrast to Cora's deceit.
Keeho managed a small, appreciative smile, grateful for Y/N's unwavering support. "Thanks, Y/N. It means a lot." His voice softened, the weight on his shoulders lightening slightly with her reassurance.
They sat in companionable silence for a moment longer before Keeho's expression shifted, his brow furrowing with a mix of hesitation and concern. "There's something else you should know about Cora," he began slowly, as if unsure how to broach the topic.
Y/N turned to him, her curiosity piqued. "What is it?" Her eyes searched his face, seeking the truth behind his troubled gaze.
Keeho took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "Back in high school... Cora had feelings for Theo." His voice was low, each word heavy with the weight of long-buried secrets.
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "You just keep on surprising me, huh?" She let out a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood but feeling a knot of unease forming in her stomach.
"Yeah," Keeho continued, his voice tinged with sympathy and regret. "She was pretty obvious about it, at least to me. But Theo... he never noticed. He was always so focused on the team. I think Cora saw the tournament as a way to get his attention, to make him jealous maybe." His words trailed off, leaving a heavy silence between them.
"So that's why she did the things she did," Y/N mused quietly, piecing together the puzzle in her mind. "She thought it would make him jealous..." Her heart ached for Theo, who had been oblivious to the turmoil around him.
Keeho nodded sadly. "I think so. But Theo was oblivious to her feelings. He never saw her that way." His voice was soft, filled with a mix of pity and sorrow for the pain Cora had caused.
Y/N sighed softly, feeling a mix of compassion and relief. "It's still no excuse for what she did. She could have handled her feelings differently." Her voice was firm, her resolve unshaken by the revelations.
Keeho glanced at Y/N gratefully. "You're right. But enough of this heavy talk, let's get you back to your dorm before Yunjin rips my head off for making you miss movie night." He attempted to lighten the mood, a small smile playing on his lips.
They walked in comfortable chatter for a few moments, the soft crunch of gravel underfoot accompanying their spoken thoughts. As they neared Y/N's door, she turned to Keeho with a determined look in her eyes. The flickering lights from the dorm's windows cast a warm glow on her face, highlighting the resolve in her expression.
"You know, Keeho," she said, her voice steady and resolute, "I'm going to get us to nationals. I don't care what it takes—extra practices, new strategies, whatever it is, I'll do it. You all deserve another shot, and Theo needs to see that you can still make it." Her words were filled with a fierce determination, a promise she intended to keep.
Keeho looked at her, admiration shining in his eyes. "Y/N, that's... that's brave of you but it’s really too much for me to ask of you. I told you these things because I couldn't stand Cora looking so happy after the things she did." His voice was gentle, touched by her unwavering commitment.
Y/N perked one of her eyebrows up in confusion, not listening to Keeho's declaration. "But–"
“There you are!” Y/N’s dormitory door swung open with great force, and there stood Yunjin, gleaming with delight at the sight of her best friend. “We’ll talk later, thanks for today though!” Y/N smiled sheepishly as she walked into the dorm, her heart lighter for having shared the evening with Keeho.
"Thanks for listening, Y/N. I really appreciate it." Keeho's voice was sincere, his gratitude evident.
"Anytime, Keeho," she replied sincerely, grateful for his honesty and friendship. With a nod and a final wave, Keeho turned to leave, the night air cool against his skin as he walked away, feeling a little less burdened and a little more hopeful.
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Hey! I adore your writing and before your requests close, i wanted to put mine in. I'd love a story about weems x reader where reader is a painter and, having a huge crush on weems (naturally) draws her. Maybe some fluff when she finds out? Only if you want to, of course. Love, anon.
Tysm for your support <3
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Larissa Weems x painter!reader
Summary: Larissa finds your painting of her
You were nowhere to be found. Larissa looked for you everywhere around the school before deciding to go to your quarters and see if you were there.
She knocked on your door and upon receiving no answer, she found the door to be unlocked and entered the room, finding nothing but a perfectly-made bed and paint, brushes, and palettes on the desk before looking at the corner of the room to find a big canvas sitting on an easel, a beautiful painting of a woman that seemed to be..her?.
She let out a gasp before walking to it, the amount of detail you added was astounding, it looked to her like a big photograph at first. She wasn't surprised at the skill, you're the art teacher at Nevermore and a great painter but why would you paint her out of everyone?.
The door opened behind her to reveal you with a bag in your hand, typing on your phone with the other before looking up to see her. Your eyes widened in surprise.
"P..Principal Weems" you stuttered, knowing by now that she's seen the painting.
"Y/n.." she said softly, "I've been looking for you" she walked closer to you, hand on your shoulder.
"y..yeah I um..I went out to buy more paint" you admitted, gulping as you looked at the painting behind her and slapped yourself internally for not hiding it or covering it with anything.
To be fair, you didn't know she'd be coming into your room, so you just hurried out in frustration when you realized you ran out of red mid-painting.
"It looks finished to me, don't you think?" she had a small smirk on her face as she turned to look at the painting again.
You knew she was being a tease so you took a deep breath and decided to give her a taste of her own medicine as you shook your head, "not even close".
She furrowed her eyebrows in surprise as she looked at you. She looked pretty like this. When she showed the real her. "But..what more could you possibly add? why me?" she needed answers right now.
You walked behind her, hands on her waist, making her gasp as you gathered the courage to be this close to her. You urged her to look at the painting again, and she did.
"It will never..do you justice. You're more beautiful than I could ever paint, and that's saddening to me because you don't seem to realize that" you spilled your heart out for her and hoped she wouldn't storm out of the room and fire you for being unprofessional with her.
She said nothing for a while before taking a shaky breath. "I..I can't say I've been told" she shook her head, turning to face you, keeping the close distance as your eyes twinkled.
"Sit..let me show you, hm?" you let her sit on the stool in front of the painting and pointed out the things you love about her. The lines on her face everytime she smiles, her lipstick, her faint eyebrows.
"Y/n" she stopped you with a sigh and you turned to face her, a worried expression on your face as she stood up and cupped your face, leaning down to capture your lips in hers. You hummed, her lips were so soft.
She has never felt this way while kissing someone. You were amazing, everything about was amazing, and seeing you painting her was the cherry on top for her.
your hands squeezed on her waist, pushing her back on the stool so she wouldn't have to lean down to match your height for so long. You broke the kiss to catch your breath, her hands still on your face as she stared into your eyes with...love?. You hoped.
"Have dinner with me" she said, her commanding voice making an appearance once again generating a grin on your face, nodding before kissing her again.
"yes"
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Hey sorry to disturb you but can you write about reader trying to delete genshin because they couldn't download the update but for some reason they couldn't? The self awares are desperately trying to stop that. I wanna see the chaos and angst 😈
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İ feel even happier than a certain bard in wine festival--
İ was gonna send it earlier but i felt lasy to open my computer and draw ;;
Also im sorry if somethings don't make sense i used translator for some parts cus english isn't my main
More under the cut!
Reader deleting genshin
You took a frustrated sigh, another error, you wondered how many you've gotten in the past hour.
For some reason, your favorite games update is taking a bit long, crashing midway or giving an error that causes the download to restart again.
İnternet isn't giving much answers to you either. You tried almost everything you could try, to opening more storage space to deleting your game photo file, and at this point, you were growing desperate.
İnside the game, your characters were worried. You certainly took your time, they knew it was profably not too much of an issue and you were just busy. But for those who grow anxious EVERYTİME that you grow late, like Zhongli, Jean and Ninguang, it was a diffrent story...
Why are you late? İs everything alright in your world? Are you abandoning them? Did they do something not to your liking? Were their damage low? Will you log in faster if they do better?
Not knowing what you think or what happens in your world is killing them, they need to see you, HEAR you, so then maybe... Maybe you'll see them as well.
What took you so long? They need you...
When Buer was born, the first thing she could feel is how grass felt on her knees as she sat down, how flowers smelled like a dream and how vibrant everything was! She seemed to know everything, remember everyone and understand everything at that moment. While knowing nothing at the same time! How curious she was at everything she saw and felt!
But at the base of it all, she knew where all of this was created, she knew you.
She could only feel gratefull to you for creating such a wonderfull world, the world where countless travelers and artists fell in love. After all of the feelings she felt about you and your world, how could she say no when the Archons asked her about what they can do to meet you.
She wants to show people how perfect you are!
"Might as well delete it. Maybe that will fix all my problems?"
This was the first thing they heard you say. All of the Archons froze in their places.
Delete? What do you mean? Why would you.. no.. how could you?!
First person to finaly stop the dead silence in the area was the god of freedom, Barbatos.
"Delete it? Are they talking about... No that can't be! They love us! They said so themselves!"
"Barbatos-"
"They won't do it! İ KNOW they won't! They're talking about another world! Or, or..."
"what is.... İs that... Paimon? The travelers friend?" Buer looked at the big canvas (Or perhaps a window to another world). What is the meaning of this?
"Barbatos are you seeing what im seeing..?" Spoke up the god of contracts. Pointing out a big picture with some words on it, and on the picture there was...
God of justice looked around, and saw a triangle looking white thing fly across the artwork that is displayed infront of them.
Their thoughts were cut short by the sudden feeling of emptiness and screams they can feel from their followers.
Buer fell to her knees with a scream, it sting, it hurt to breath, the very feeling of the things she hold near being tore apart broke her heart and her core.
She felt the trees get reduce to nothing, something big and dark swallowed everything,
She saw her people, her first followers, trying to protect their nations with everything they got,
General Mahamatra moving people away from the empty, dark spaces to 'safety', Dancer Nilou helped him with controlling a huge crowd,
Forest ranger Tighnari's situation was worse, he tried to stop the hatred from spreading even from plants,
the academia has just Heard of all of this but the unforgiving wrath of the creator was too fast, Buer felt their followers' bones get crushed with force and skins get stretched in impossible ways. She died with her followers, countless times, but all she could do was watch as you took away the world she fell in love with..
"why are you angry? Why are we the ones that are suffering from it? Do you hate us that much...." Was all of the questions that she wont have the time to get them answered.
The second to grow affected was morax, before reaching out to help his friend he instead fell to the ground, he was... Crying.. he could hear and feel his peoples painfull cries and prayers for him. And yet he couldnt move, couldnt breath, what is this power? İs this what it feels like to suffer from his gods wrath?
He worshiped you the longest, she knew about your presence the longest so... Why?
He saw xiao, trying to keep the void from reaching wangshu Inn, by nearby monsters, weapons, ANYTHİNG to stop it from reaching the öne place he could call home. Some of The things he threw didnt got deleted and stayed in that position, but some were stuck mid air.
He saw liyue, as ninguang tried to stop the void by sacraficing the jade Chamber again, it got deleted and everything was destroyer before even reaching to the ground, including people.
"How could you do such a thing? Were we not enough? Even so, we didnt deserve it, no, They... They didnt deserve it. Please hear our prayers, they dont deserve to die your Grace, not like this... Please not like this"
Beelzebub tried to run away, to her own people, but was stoped by the god of natlan, what is the point? İt is in ruins now, it cannot be saved.
Her knees gave up as the harsh truth hit her, she promised her people a dream, a dream that their nation will reach eternity, live longer than gods and all the nations combined.
She saw yae just sitting near the shrine and enjoying tea, perhaps she didnt knew, but she doubted that she would do anything if she even did.
Kujou sara and sangonomia kokomi joined their powers to make sure the losses were minimum, but before they could even begin the plan...
She lost everything once again, what did morax say about you? How kind and forgiving you are? İf it were the case, why would you take everything from her for the 5th time?
"....i have failed.... Them..."
Before all of the gods got to the ground with a burning feeling accross their chest and their body, the god of justice turned to the painting of you and put her head on the ground,
"Your highness please, please forgive us and our followers for our sins, if the fault is ours we will pay it with our blood, but please... Don't take your anger from us, your followers, please dont destroy the world please PLEASE WE BEG OF YOU-"
"İt is futile...." Buer managed to speak, pain worsening by the second "they... c- cant hear us without.... Without the aid of our own world..."
"They're praying to us.. to THEM! We have t-to do something!!" Barbatos screamed, he was always there for his nation when they realy need it, he won't let it be the first time he wasn't!
He can feel the Tevat strugling to breath as all plantlife and elements are being corrupted.
He looked up from where he is, at your painting, you helped his people once, made them live another day, he was eternaly gratefull to you for it.
But why? Why are you taking back what you once gave without even thinking? İs this all a game to you? Do they even matter to you?
He listened to his followers last thoughts, they too were asking the same.
"All of them gave up their freedom for you, for you to explore this world to your hearts content. What made you so cruel to them?" Jean asked while trying to protect the last citizen of Mondstadt, despite her invisible limbs she kept on fighting nothingness, even if that meant angering you further.
They screamed untill their throaths bled, trying to get your attention in anyway possible, but you weren't paying them any mind. You were busy looking at another painting.
Untill they.. stoped.
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As the deletion bar almost filled up, all of their pain seemed to vanish. Asking themselves;
Why... Why were they here?
They wanted to protect someone? Some... People? But how?
As far as they can remember, its always been them alone.
They were sad and angry but why? They cant even remember anymore.
As the last archon stood there to look at you, they could only say nonsense that theyre not even sure what it means;
"i hate you, creator"
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Quick scetch of the currently known archons being traumatised BC of us ;; (i always delete my game and re install BC of the update oop-)
Mfs trying to confort you about it but was too stuned to speak
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Baby Series ~ Mood Swings
note: merry Monday!! I am off the whole week cause I was dumb and slipped on the ice and broke my tailbone... so that means I have too much free time idk what to do with so SEND IN REQUESTS:)
also, my asks box is open so don't be shy there. . . anyway
bump date: 10 weeks
*I wrote this around Christmas time and really liked Danny's part so I decided not to change it.
warnings: cursing, mentions of sex
Josh:
Josh hummed as he walked into Y/N’s studio, he had come from a successful practice with his brothers and Danny. Y/N also had agreed to getting cheesecake, so he couldn't be happier. He loved coming to her studio, it was probably his third favorite place to be, the first being the studio and the 2nd being her bed.
He stood in the doorway as he watched she scribbled across the canvas she was working on, tongue poking out of her pink lips and working fast. Josh was always mesmerized on how she could picture something in her head and reciprocate it onto paper.
Y/N sat back and then looked at the canvas. She seemed fine, she took a deep breath and then Josh jumped as Y/N grabbed the canvas sheet and crumbled it up.
"Why did you do that?" Josh said, making his presence known.
"It's ugly!" Y/N yelled, and let out a frustrated scream throwing it over in a pile with other pieces of paper, "I can't fucking think of anything new!"
"Hey, hey," Josh said, "What's wrong? You looked happy, it was beautiful."
"No offense, Joshua, you don't know anything about art," Y/N said, and Josh let the words hit his skin and bounce off, knowing that she was going through another mood swing. They had been happening more and more lately. She’d go from happy and smiling, to sad and throwing pencils, "I'm sorry, that was so mean," Y/N said, tears now coming out of her eyes.
"Oh, baby," Josh said, pulling her into his arms, "It's okay, I know I don't know-"
"But you do, you do know. You're an artist too," Y/N cried and Josh shushed her.
"Do you still want cheesecake?" Josh asked trying to change the subject.
"I only said that to make you feel better since I yelled at you this morning," Y/N sniffled and looked at Josh's brown eyes before crying again, "I hate cheesecake."
Josh's eyes widened and held her tighter, if that was even possible. He promised her that you guys could get something other than cheesecake, and suggested brownies instead.
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Jake:
You sat in the greenroom, as the boys warmed up for tonights show. Y/N and Mack sat on the couch as the boys played around as their opener played through their set. Y/N felt content, listening to Josh warm up his voice and Jake strum his acoustic, making sure it was in tune.
"Are you crying?" Sam asked, looking over at Y/N.
"No," Y/N said, wiping her eyes.
"You are too!" Sam said and Jake looked up from his guitar.
"Samuel, I'll kick your teeth it,"
"Y/N, are you okay?" Jake asked, suddenly concerned as the tears left her eyes.
"I'm just really happy," Y/N said and Mackenzi let out an 'awe' and hugged her, "You guys are following your dreams and I just get to sit back and watch it all."
"We're happy you're here to watch it all," Josh said and kissed the top of Y/N’s head.
The boys manager came back, and told them it was time to go. They all stood up and grabbed their instruments, and walked to the stage. As Danny, Sam, and Josh took the stage, Jake stood back a second and turned to Y/N.
"I love you, a lot," Jake said and kissed her. His hand caressed her cheek, and in a split second Y/N’s mood changed, from being a lovey dovey mushy mess, to wanting to Jake to absolutely wreck her. He looked damn near irresistible in his concert outfit, the tight pants on his legs showed off his toned muscles and ass. His jacket was open, and you imagined running your tongue down his stomach, “Hey, what’s wrong? What’s going through that head?”
“You want me to be honest?” Y/N asked him.
“Always, Y/N, what’s wrong?”
Y/N looked around and checked her phone, “You got time to sneak away and have a quickie?”
“A what- Y/N! I’m pretty sure that’s how we got here,” Jake said pointing between him and her, “Are you really horny right now?”
“Yes,”
“And you want a quickie?”
“If I could have it my way, I would have you absolutely destroy me, but we don’t have time for that.”
“I am not sure what I just heard, but Jake, we got a concert to play,” Josh said barging in the room and grabbing his guitarist. Jake laughed and shook his head. He kissed Y/N’s forehead as Josh headed out to wait for Jake backstage.
“Your mood swings are giving me whiplash,” Jake said laughing and walking out of the greenroom.
“I didn’t hear a no to after!” Y/N said following behind him.
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Sam:
Y/N hardly ever complained about work. She loved being a nurse. She had always had a knack for helping people. Y/N loved the L&D floor, she loved being able to help bring babies into this world. It had opened her eyes to what she wanted as far as her own labor and delivery.
But today, Y/N’s emotions were all over the place. She woke up this morning, late, and too a messy living room. Sam had invited the boys over to watch the football game, and he had promised to clean up after them, but apparently he didn't.
Y/N then had spilled coffee, all over her new work shoes. She had to swap your comfy shoes to her old ones, that made her feet swell and hurt.
And last but not least, her last laboring mom had to be rushed into a C-section. She had try to go with her, but the main doctor had advised that she had not. Y/N stood up, squared up, toe to toe with the doctor demanding th go into the operating room, but the chief of the department told her to go home.
Y/N slammed the door shut as she walked in and noticed the same mess from this morning, and the boys casually sitting in the living room, with their shoes on and feet on the coffee table.
"Hey, you're home!" Sam said getting up to greet her.
"Samuel," Y/N said, and Sam could tell whatever he was going to say was going to be wrong, "Why are their shoes on my white rug?"
"I-uh. . ."
"They got 30 seconds, Samuel, or I swear to-"
Y/N couldn't even finish her sentence, as she turned on her heel and climbed the stairs away from them. They all watched as she retreated upstairs and then looked at Sam.
"What was that about?" Jake said.
"Your shoes are on the white rug," Sam said and Jake looked at him confused "Fix it!"
The boys moved to take their shoes off as Sam ran up the stairs to check on her. He opened the bedroom door to see Y/N crying on the bed. His heart broke as he ran over to her and kneeled in front of her.
"Hey, hey what happened?"
"You got me pregnant," Y/N cried.
"I know, I'm sorry," Sam said.
"But I'm happy about it, but mad because Jake got mud on the rug, and. . . this stupid doctor told me to go home." Y/N said.
"Okay, how about you, go get in the bath," Sam said, "I'll go kick them out."
"You would do that?"
"Of course baby," Sam said, "I'll go start it and you get in when you're ready."
"You're a very nice man," Y/N cried and Sam chuckled going to start the bath.
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Danny:
Y/N had always loved Christmas. There was always something so inviting about it. The warming glow of Christmas lights in a house, the gentle snowfall, the smell of fresh baked ginger bread, pretty wrapped presents under the tree.
But right now, all she can think about is that she hated Christmas. She was feeling much like the grinch in this situation. Not matter how many strands of lights she pulled out, there was half of the section that was dead. The snow was the dirty snow that was slushy and grey looking. The gingerbread she tried baking ended up being a total flop. And she couldn't wrap Danny's present to save your life.
"Fuck!" Y/N yelled. She looked at the box in font of her, and the wrapping paper tube. Y/N picked the tube up and threw it across the room, and then the box throwing it away from her.
"Whoa!" Danny said coming into the room, "What did the wrapping paper do to you?"
"Why are you here?!" Y/N said, "I told you to leave!"
"I live here. . ."
"No!" Y/N yelled, jumping up from her spot, "I told you to leave! This isn't leaving!"
"I was gone for like two hours," Danny said and then the water gates broke, "Whoa, Y/N, what's wrong?"
"I feel like the grinch!" Y/N cried and Danny looked at her confused, "I can't get into the holiday spirit. I-I can't decorate the tree right, I can't bake gingerbread right, I can't even wrap your gift right!" Y/N said gesturing to the white box sitting across the floor.
Danny went over and picked it up, "Can I open it?"
"It's not even really for you," Y/N mumbled, "It's more for the baby, but yeah,"
Danny laughed and took the lid off the white box. A small black onesie was held in the box, Danny lifted it up and smiled at the white words saying 'Greta Van Fleet' on it and a picture of a drum set.
"You don't even need to go all out for Christmas this year," Danny said hugging her, "We're going to my parents anyway, my mom has basically been decorating since October. Next year is what matters, baby's first Christmas."
Y/N smiled and looked up at Danny. She gently put her hands on his face and pulled him in for a kiss. Danny had watched as she walked away and then he pulled out his phone and asked his mom if she would come over and help her decorate the Christmas tree.
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[Crashes through the roof] I was sick, it's night and I still have to go study tomorrow, but I couldn't stop thinking about that yandere-ish imagine of SQ faction w/ Rookie!Reader in my head.
Like, imagine that you've come to Sanford to ask questions about Deimos being all so flirty with you, almost hopping on your lap on some occasions or somethin' and if he's dating him. Of course, turns out it's not really something out of ordinary for anyone, so it kind of gets awkward for you and then, San asks you what's up.
So, you decided to vent about unusual behavior not only from Dei but other teammates as well.
Hank would follow you around everywhere, as you started to notice and that intimidated you. Like, did you do something unknowingly harmful to them? Not only that, it's even worse when you woke up and saw this hulk of a man watching you sleep.
That's not the only most unusual thing. When you've gone to talk to 2B about that, he just... Brushed you off, said it wasn't something to be really concerned about. Said the same person, who always calls you up for daily weird check-ups that you didn't even need and also, who would touch you in quite intimate areas [not that you minded, but it's still kind of odd].
Hell, even your beloved friend Victor, who was the reason you even here in the first place, didn't take it seriously! Just petted you on the back, placed a kiss on your head, and told you, that there's no worrying in that.
No worrying about murder-hungry beast menacingly trailing after you? Oh, hell no.
And then... You got upset in the middle of venting, not even able to finish the rest of the frustrations about members of the faction, and fell on San's chest with an exhausted sigh. He was immediately wrapping his hands around you for a warm hug, which you appreciated. He was such a loving person for listening to you, unlike others with you...
Little did you know, he smirked, as he gave reassuring look to Hank just peeking from the corner, sort of saying that it's his turn to be with you.
For now.
my god i love this. . . kubric staring at my computer rn
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Every member just adores you, but that doesn't mean they treat you well. They do as best they can- really, they do- but it's been so long since they've met someone new, so you'll have to forgive Bert for licking you like a cat, or Sanford for randomly pressing you into his chest, or Hank for smearing blood over your face as if it were a canvas.
Strange mishaps have begun recently as well- the chopper broke down and there's no on-site engineers to help (But that's okay! You can spend more time cuddling with Dave!), a gun goes off and hits you but all the hospital beds are full (Wonderful! Skinner will treat you in his quarters!), or you're given more off days (Perfectly fine! Victor can spend more time around your scent!).
It's odd, but it's normal.
Right?
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THE ARRANGEMENT – SEALING THE DEAL
Featuring: Tommy Shelby x Reader
Words: 3522
Warning: Sugar Daddy, Submission, Smut, BDSM
Notes: I will use this headline to write more smutty encounters between Tommy and the Reader. But they will get a bit heavier in the BDSM department. So if this is not your thing, don’t keep reading.
Requested: Yes
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The Proposal
Today marks the day you’ve been working for at the Garrison exactly one year. A job you found by sheer accident when you moved to Birmingham.
You had no money when you fled Northern Ireland and were in need of employment. Your parents were involved with the IRA and with a well-known surname like yours, it was difficult for you to find employment.
You always tried hard to disassociate yourself from your parents with whom you did not agree on political matters. They were terrorists and you stood elsewhere on the Irish question.
When you arrived in Birmingham, you were offered a job at the local whorehouse. You declined. The last thing you wanted was to lose your virginity to some filthy married patron who paid you as little as 2 shillings for your services.
When you saw a job advertised in the paper at the local pub, you applied. This is when you met Grace Shelby who hired you.
Grace was there by sheer accident herself, arranging the new fit-out for the pub. She was Thomas Shelby’s wife and no longer worked herself.
She was a kind hearted woman and had been in your shoes many years ago. No one other than Grace believed that you would last in a job like this. But here you were, still working behind the bar and serving alcohol to drunk men.
To your disappointment, Grace had passed away six months ago and your husband Tommy has never been the same since.
For the first four months following her death, he got himself and his family into lot of trouble. The majority of his family members were serving prison time for a robbery. But not Tommy. He was working on their release while continuing to build his family’s wealth.
Ever since their arrest, he attended the Garrison frequently, most often late at night after he had visited one of the up market brothels owned by him.
Of course, he didn’t tell you that, but it was obvious to you. It was his way of coping with life and to stay focused.
You talked a lot. He would often be the last patron at the Garrison and ask you to drink with him. You didn’t drink much, but would allow yourself a glass of whiskey on occasion.
Tonight, was one of these nights where Tommy and you were alone, just talking and drinking.
He walked into the Garrison at 11 o’clock, greeted you and ordered a whiskey.
‘You are early tonight Mr Shelby’ you said.
‘Well, Y/N, things have not been going my way today’ he responded.
‘Do you want to talk about it?’ you asked.
‘I rather not’ he responded.
‘Alright, no talking then’ you said with a smile.
‘Do you have a man in your life Y/N?’ he then asked all of a sudden. His question took you by surprise.
‘I do not. Never had. Why are you asking?’ you wondered.
‘No reason. Just curious why a woman like you works in a place like this’ he said bluntly.
‘It pays well, I get good tips. I had a job offer from one of the mistresses at one of your brothels. I declined. I rather serve 50 drunk men a night than fuck ten of them’ you laughed.
‘This seems like a reasonable choice’ Tommy chuckled.
‘So, you ever get bored of them? Knowing that sex is no more than a transaction to them and you are no more than a client must be frustrating’ you asked.
‘How much whiskey did you have to drink tonight Y/N, eh?’ Tommy asked sheepishly, being surprised by the directness of your question.
‘More than a little. It’s my birthday’ you laughed.
‘That’s what I thought. Happy Birthday Y/N’ Tommy said.
‘Thank you, Mr Shelby, but you didn’t answer my question’ you smirked.
‘The good thing about prostitutes is that they do exactly what you pay them to do. They fuck. They don’t expect feelings from you, just money. You are right, it is a simple transaction’ Tommy said.
‘Sounds boring and repetitive. Wouldn’t you rather have someone consistent? The same skilled woman every time, someone who gets to learn exactly how to please you, always around right at your disposal and with no strings attached?’ you asked.
‘I’ve read that, in France, rich businessmen and politicians keep themselves mistresses rather than going to brothels. It’s discrete and it’s safe. The men provide their mistresses with accommodation and visit them for sex whenever they please’ you added.
‘A mistress, eh?’ Where do you think I would find such a woman Y/N? Tommy joked.
‘Well Mr Shelby, I know of someone who would be very interested to come to some sort of arrangement’ you smirked.
‘You realise that I am about twice your age?’ Tommy asked sheepishly, knowing exactly that you were talking about yourself becoming his mistress.
‘I do and this makes it even more interesting’ you suggested.
‘You are quite young Y/N. How many men have you been with?’ Tommy asked
‘None’ you said, causing Tommy to choke on his whiskey.
‘No’ he said firmly. ‘I don’t do virgins Y/N. It’s not my thing’ Tommy added.
‘Think about it, I am like a clean canvas. You can teach me exactly how you want to be pleased’ you smirked.
‘You are clearly drunk Y/N. I shall drive you home’ Tommy said.
And so he did. After you closed up the pub, he drove you to your apartment which was located in one of the worst areas of Birmingham.
As he drove you home, you brought up your proposal again and Tommy appeared more open to consider it at this point. But not tonight, not with you having been influenced by alcohol.
You were an attractive woman, clean and easy to talk to. You worked in the Garrison for a year and he knew you would be discrete and he could trust you.
‘Come to my office tomorrow at noon if you decide that this is what you want and then we talk, eh’ Tommy said as he pulled up in front of your apartment.
You nodded before saying goodnight to him.
The Arrangement
The next day, you attended Tommy’s office as instructed.
‘Y/N, I am surprised to see you’ Tommy smirked as you walked inside his office.
‘You thought I wasn’t serious, didn’t you?’ you smirked as you sat down in front of his desk.
‘Let’s just say, you surprised me’ he said with a grin.
Tommy then went on to ask you what you expect from your arrangement if he was going ahead and agree with it.
You didn’t have many demands other than being looked after financially.
Tommy then advised you that you might change your mind if you know what his desires were.
Thomas Shelby was no ordinary man and he didn’t enjoy ordinary sex, which is one of the reasons he was getting bored with the prostitutes.
He was looking for what some might call a submissive. He enjoyed authority, even in the bedroom.
He wanted to be in charge, always.
With that in mind, you agreed. You were ready to be his and sealed the deal with a passionate kiss.
‘Alright, it’s a deal Y/N. But, to ensure that you understand, you belong to me. You are my property and you are not to fuck anyone else, understood?’ Tommy said as he pulled his lips away from yours, his hand holding onto your hair tightly.
‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you said, biting your lip.
‘You will be available when I need you to be available and you will submit. Is that understood?’ Tommy then said.
‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you answered before his lips met yours again in a hasty kiss.
‘Good. Now, since you are a virgin, the first time, I will take it easy on you’ Tommy said as he kissed your neck, taking in the sweet scent of your perfume.
‘Here are the keys to your apartment. 15 Watery Lane. I will visit you tonight at 8 o’clock and this is what I expect you to wear. Nothing else’ Tommy said as he handed you a small bag.
‘Before I come over, I want you to think of a safe word which you can use at any time’ he added, causing you to nod. He had explained the premise of a safe word to you earlier when you discussed what he would expect from you.
Sealing the Deal
Later that evening, after you settled into your new apartment, you were waiting for Tommy in nothing but the black lace panties he gave you.
He was right on time, letting himself into your apartment at 8 o’clock.
‘Do you like what you see Mr Shelby?’ you asked as he walked through the door.
‘I do, very much so’ Tommy said before he kissed you and ran his hands over your breasts and down to your stomach, making you moan.
He continued the gentle gestures for approximately five minutes, kissing you gently and exploring every inch of your body.
‘What have you decided on for a safe word Y/N?’ Tommy asked after he broke the last kiss.
‘Red’ you said.
‘Red. Very well.’ Tommy said before taking off his jacket, waistcoat and gun holster and placing them all onto one of the armchairs.
He then walked back over to you and gave you one more quick kiss.
‘Now be a good girl and get on your knees. And Y/N... eye contact. I want you looking at me’ Tommy said as he pulled your hair downward to bring you to kneel in front of him.
He kept his hand wrapped in your hair behind your head but clutched onto your skull tightly. You were about to be Tommy’s, in complete submission.
With his other hand he unzipped his pants and slowly pulled out his impressive length. You gasped. This is the first time you saw a man’s most intimate parts right in front of you.
‘Open your mouth’ Tommy instructed as you looked up into his blue eyes.
You obliged and Tommy pulled your head forward and forced your lips around the head of his erect cock.
Your hands shot up to his thighs to try to hold him back but he charged forward, making you take the first few inches of his length into your mouth.
You closed your eyes, trying instantly to focus and control your gag reflexes. There you thought that he was going to take it easy on you. If this was him taking it easy, what would he otherwise be like you wondered.
‘Look at me’ he instructed as he began to notice your eyes fall close.
Your lips were completely stretched around the girth of his shaft as he pushed his cock deeper into your mouth.
Your ravishing eyes opened and looked up at him, his face full of want and desire for you.
As you looked at him you started growing more comfortable as the minutes passed.
You relaxed your grip on his legs and began opening your throat a little for his intrusion.
You kept eye contact whenever you weren’t suppressing a gag reflex. Your mouth soon began to move with his rhythm while your tongue was stimulating him.
After about five minutes Tommy released his hold on your hair and reached down to your breasts, playing with your already hard nipples. You moaned around his cook as he stimulated your breasts and the wetness began to grow in between your legs.
You bopped your head up and down his length, trying to take as much of it into your mouth as you could.
Your hands soon joined your mouth, and stimulated the end of his shaft which didn’t make into your mouth.
‘Is this what you wanted, Mr Shelby?’ you asked.
Tommy nodded politely in between moans, running his fingers through your hair again.
He pushed you down on his cock a few more times, making you take him deeper than before, while he looked down, admiring the view.
‘Good girl, that’s it, take it all in’ he groaned as he guided your head.
You struggled, finding it difficult to breath, but you obliged.
The sight of you taking him like this drove him crazy and, after several more strokes, he pulled your head back up and, without warning, re-entered your mouth with vigor and dominance.
You squirmed below him and your hands moved back to his upper thighs, attempting to press him back.
But Tommy had other ideas and swatted your hands away from his legs.
‘Cross your wrists behind your back Y/N’ Tommy ordered.
‘Tommy’ you pleaded.
‘I make the rules Y/N. You don't get to resist. If you want me to stop, use your safe word’ he said.
With reluctance, you placed your wrists behind your back. Some twisted part within yourself enjoyed this, him taking you like this. In your mind, you were nowhere near at your limits.
Just like this, Tommy took hold of your hair again and thrusted forward into your open mouth, deeper and deeper until he bottomed out in your throat.
You could no longer retain eye contact and he didn’t seem to care as he continued to thrust into your mouth a few more times until he decided to relent.
He soon released the grip on your hair and made you look up at him.
‘Come up, you’ve done well’ he said as he pulled you up towards him and pulled you in for a kiss.
His hands moved in between your legs.
‘So fucking wet eh’ he said as he ran his hand over your soaked panties.
‘Take them off’ he instructed and you didn’t resist and pulled them off in a haste.
‘Now Love, I think it’s time for us to sort out this little issue for yours, eh?’ Tommy said with a smirk.
‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you said nervously, knowing that he was about to take your virginity.
While you always thought about this moment to be romantic, you were at the point where you just wanted it to be over with. You were soaking for him and you wanted him to fuck you just the way he wanted. You wanted to be taken by him, right then and there, regardless of the pain.
‘Shall we go to the bedroom?’ you asked.
‘No Love, right here will do just fine’ Tommy said as he turned your ass on to the edge of the kitchen room table, and gently pushed your back down on to it.
His eyes gazed over your perfect body, taking in the view of your breasts and your soaking wet mound.
‘Open your legs’ he instructed just as he lowered himself in between them.
You weren’t sure what he was doing and watched him nervously as, all of a sudden, he dipped his tongue into your wet slit.
You squealed in surprise, but it was already too late to plead for him not to, his tongue was already murdering your senses.
He sucked and licked over your clit just as you could feel two fingers enter you.
You expected pain, but it was nothing but please when he began to slowly thrust them in and of you.
‘Oh god yes’ you moaned as Tommy worked his magic on you.
You weren’t sure why he was doing this. Wasn’t it all about his pleasure and his pleasure alone? But, when you looked at him, he seemed to be enjoying this. You squirmed helplessly beneath him.
As he circled his tongue over your clit over and over again and carefully pushed two of his fingers in and out of you, you could feel an unfamiliar sensation build up in your stomach.
Soon you we trembling to your own unbidden orgasm. You were already aroused beyond your own redemption.
The intensity or your climax was so all encompassing, that your muscles from your stomach to your knees, spasmed and contracted. Your legs slammed together trapping Tommy’s head in a wrestlers type grip, and his eyes bulged until you relaxed a little.
As your orgasm washed over you, you could feel Tommy grin against your mound.
‘I think you are ready to take my cock now Love’ he said after you came down from your high and he positioned himself in between your spread legs.
Within seconds, Tommy hooked his hands under your calves and lifted them to rest on his shoulders. Now he was ready, you were flat out on your new kitchen room table, and in no position to refuse him.
He held your knees apart. and maneuvered his cock to your bright wet slit. He rubbed it up and down a couple of times before commencing his intrusion.
‘Don’t worry Love, I will be gentle since it’s your first time’ Tommy said as he pressed forward slightly and pushed his cock into your small, warm, and unbelievably tight pussy.
Despite his best efforts, you moaned and screamed at the same time at the intrusion but there was nothing you could do, not now.
‘You can take it Love. I know you can. If you want me stop, use your safe word’ Tommy said as he pushed into you further.
You moaned loudly has his length invaded you and pushed past your barrier, causing you to let out another moan and scream until, finally, he was completely inside of you. Tommy had just about split you in two and you had never felt like this before, you were full and he could feel your body trying to get out of the way
Tommy let you adjust to his size and then began pulling on your hips, before thrusting into you gently.
‘God you are so fucking tight Y/N’ he moaned as, slowly, you began to relax completely.
After several gentle thrusts to, Tommy pressed your knees back together and then he pulled out and rammed it back in again.
You cried out once more, but this time not in pain but, instead, in pure pleasure. You felt him running up and down your love channel and it felt better than anything else you had experienced before. There had been no event in your life that could have prepared you for this.
‘Oh my god Tommy, please make me cum again’ you begged him.
Tommy grinned and didn’t care to correct you on your language.
He began to fuck you mercilessly and rode you past your pain into a world of pleasure.
The unassailable flush of desire and the insane delight of him being inside of you overcame everything you were, or ever had been. As he thrusted in and you over and over again, harder with each stroke, you got lost in the grip of irrepressible lust, a powerful inarticulate lust.
It wasn’t long until he fucked you just the way he wanted, hard and fast. You were ready for it and you took it, every single bit of it.
And, just like that, you could feel another even more intense orgasm wash over you.
‘Good girl, cum around my cock’ he moaned as he picked up his speed and pounded into you.
With one loud moan, your walls contracted and your quivered beneath him. You were a shaking mess and screamed his name as you rode out your orgasm.
Just as you came down from your high, he pulled out of you. He was not done with you yet.
Without letting you recover, he pushed you back onto your knees in front of him.
‘You know what to do’ he said just as he pushed his cock back into your mouth firmly while grabbing onto your hair.
This time, he held your head in place while he began thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth.
Your eyes shut again instantly and unintentionally in order to deal with the gag reflex.
‘Look at me’ he instructed and you obliged, opening your eyes and looking towards his face.
‘I'm going to cum in your mouth’ he said, causing you to nod.
‘I hope this was understood, but I expect you to swallow’ he added and, just like this, with several more thrusts, his warm cum spurted into the back of your throat.
You gagged again, trying hard to allow his warm seed to run down your throat as he thrusted into you until, finally, he came to a hold.
You licked the last of his cum from his hard cock, making sure to swallow every single drop.
‘You did well Y/N’ Tommy said with still laboured breathing.
‘Thank you, Mr Shelby’ you said as you stood up and had a drink from his glass of whiskey.
‘I will see you on Friday, same time’ Tommy said as he zipped up his pants and buckled up his belt.
‘Friday it is’ you grinned with excitement before he gave you a passionate kiss.
‘We will try something new then and I won’t be as gentle with you then’ he said.
‘I am looking forward to it’ you winked as you said goodbye to him.
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Soulmate AU: The First Drawing You See From Your Soulmate is Tattooed on Your Skin
A detective having a tell would probably be considered inappropriate to most people. Detectives were supposed to read tells, not have them. But then again, Benoit had never been much for keeping up appearances. Besides, what was the harm in rubbing his thumb along his right wrist? It helped him focus; it helped him think.
Or at least, that was what he’d told himself. He wasn’t entirely lying, either, rather the larger whole of it all was more so that when he rubbed that spot on his skin, he felt calm. Composed. He liked to think that that was the feeling his soulmate had intended when they painted that image, whenever they made or would make it. Whatever it was. After all, it had plenty of blue in it.
He was pretty sure it was meant to be a pond or some kind of body of water; that might explain the blues and greens and maybe the bits of white that he could make out. And if he squinted his eyes a little, he could swear there were little flecks of gold. Goldfish, maybe? Honestly, he had no clue. Benoit wasn’t much for complaining or expressing a lack of gratefulness, but he couldn’t help but sometimes feel envious of those whose tattoos covered a larger part of their body. Not a massive amount, but at least just enough to be able to tell precisely what the heck their soulmate’s image was trying to portray. Clearly, the image was larger than what that patch of his skin could afford, and honest to God, he’d spent a good part of his life trying to make out what it was!
(The embarrassment of it all, he would sometimes muse deprecatingly: That the acclaimed “Last of the Gentlemen Sleuths” could solve the most absurd cases in the country, yet had spent most of his natural-born life completely stumped by what might as well have counted as a body part!)
And yet, Benoit could never stay frustrated about it; not when his thumb gently grazed against the image, imagining the smoothness of his skin ebbing into the aquatic swirls of the proposed water. But just for extra precaution, he saw no harm in distracting himself.
That afternoon’s distraction? A quick skim of the local paper, accompanied by a mug of hot tea. He tried not to think of how such a method revealed his age, instead snapping the paper open to a page discussing the local goings-on. It was the usual sort of content: The community theater’s spring production was seeking house crew members, a mom and pop-style restaurant was having an anniversary special . . . It was the same sort of thing Benoit had grown used to expecting.
But what his pale blue eyes landed on next didn’t make the rest pale by comparison -- it downright washed all else from existence: An art show.
Benoit considered himself a well-rounded person, but it was more so in an almost tongue in cheek sort of manner: As a detective, it was his job to be appropriately versed in an assortment of fields. However, a jack of all trades was never truly a master of none. Benoit’s experiences with art theft and forgeries had lent him a hand in only about as much observation as was necessary for the respective occurrences.
But . . . he knew those swirls. He knew that blue, those greens, that white -- he recognized how the gold was patterned! Sure, the cheap ink job of a colored newspaper picture might have dulled the quality ever so slightly but there was no mistake to be made: That painting was his. No . . . It was theirs!
You tried to make calming breaths without making your anxiety obvious. A nervous but otherwise acceptable smile twitched into place, fooling the guests as they wandered about the gallery. Or, at least, you certainly hoped it was fooling them; but it was probably all to be outdone by the fact that you’d been nursing the same champagne flute for the last half-hour.
Is this what “making it” feels like? you wondered. Because if it was . . . you weren’t too fond of it. You felt bad for not relishing this opportunity; the art world was highly competitive, and you were more than blessed to have had the chance to not only display your work in a showroom, but to have said room be dedicated entirely to your pieces. But in that blessing was also a curse: The curse of criticism, of weary eyes, of people both waiting to pounce on you with ribbings of how you lack the magnanimity of the classics or the free thinking of the contemporaries --
Shitshitshitsmile! You did as you were told -- both by your brain, and by your manager earlier when they walked you through how you were to compose yourself through this entire ordeal. Just smile, enunciate when spoken to, and let the potential schmoozing flow and oh god, that Karen-looking lady who definitely owns a house in Martha’s Vineyard for when she wants to get away from her husband for a day totally hated that piece you’d spent months working on, didn’t she?!
The thought made your stomach twist, your already awkward smile along with it. You inhaled sharply. You had to find something to distract yourself with.
You turned and faced the painting nearest to you. Some might call it vanity, but you were actually quite pleased with this particular piece. That, and its blueness gave you a sense of . . . serenity. You imagined the ripples washing over you and into you, the scent and sound of the painted environment gently caressing your nose and drowning out both the stench of perfume and pretentious chattering . . . And also, apparently, the sound of approaching footsteps.
You hadn’t realized anyone had joined your side until the rumble of a southern baritone carded through the water.
“It’s gorgeous. Isn’t it?”
You hadn’t meant to jump and appear so clumsy.
“Oh, sh -- ” You cut yourself short as you eyed the droplets of spilled, room temperature champagne. If your manager found out that you had cussed around a potential buyer, they would’ve mounted your head on the wall. Thankfully, however, the stranger didn’t appear at all fazed. If anything, the chuckle he responded with sounded genuinely amused.
“Oh, my dear girl, I’m terribly sorry!” he insisted, holding up his left hand. “I didn’t mean to scare you; I can imagine most anyone would be mighty transfixed over a piece like this.”
You gulped as you looked up at your unintentional scarer. His eyes were the same blue as the one that brought you calm just moments earlier, yet they had the almost opposite effect to you now. As you looked into them, you didn’t feel calm; not necessarily: Instead, you felt your heart beginning to ripple the pattern of the painting, your cheeks burning as bright as the gold swirling amongst the little waves. And yet you found yourself transfixed by them, only offered freedom when the older gentleman offered you a hint of a smile. A warm one.
Crap! Uh -- Answer his question! Think of something to say! your mind scrambled.
“Uh . . .” you stammered. The only way to save what atoms of confidence you still had left was to turn your eyes back to the painting. “I -- I should hope so.” Smooth. You tried to remember your calming breaths. You heard the man hum, shifting his position ever so slightly in your peripheral.
“What can you tell me about it?” he asked, revealing just how close to you he truly was. You could feel the warmth of his person and the richness of his voice vibrating into you. Or perhaps it was butterflies? Maybe both? Well, whatever it was, it almost made you stumble over your words. You’d spent the entire evening up to that point rehearsing stories of your inspirations, recounting whatever education you had to people who probably didn’t give a crap.
But this instance was different: Maybe it was foolishness sourced from a sudden and sophomoric attraction, but you almost wanted to believe that perhaps this man genuinely cared. That he was genuinely interested in what you as the actual artist had to say and not you as some painting mannequin made to recite lines over and over.
The excitement of such a possibility broke through your nerves . . . and, unfortunately, right out of your mouth.
“I just really wanted to paint a mermaid in a mall coin fountain,” you admitted. You wanted to kick yourself. Up until that point, you’d been rather proud of your nifty little idea. But when you said it out loud, you sounded ridiculous! You could barely hide the reactionary wince, much less how your breathing hitched and hiccuped with nervousness. Just as soon as it had come, the hope that perhaps this man was different disappeared, leaving you awaiting his ridicule.
A ridicule that never came. Instead, there was quiet between the both of you. Perhaps he was at a loss for words?
“Mm,” he hummed, making you tense with expectation. You glanced at him just enough to see him nod, his blue eyes still focused on the canvas before him. “Go on . . .”
You blinked. Was he . . . for real?
“I . . . What more is there to say?” you wondered. The entire night, nobody had really asked for more on your part. They usually just took whatever purple prose you gave them and left it at that. Your initial assumption was right after all: This gentleman was cut from a different cloth from the lot.
He pursed his lips and shrugged. “What inspired this?”
“Oh, uh . . . Well . . .” Was it worth telling him? Aw, hell: you’d already made a bit of a fool of yourself being honest, so what harm was there in doing it some more? “I did it because I never saw anything about a mermaid that lived in a mall fountain, collecting the coins people toss in there.”
You didn’t even have a chance to worry about his criticism before the man’s features broke into a smile. It wasn’t like the others’ more courteous grins; this one reached his eyes, making their icy coolness warm and welcoming. You hated the cheesiness of it all, but for a very split second you wished that you could be a mermaid in them.
He chuckled once again. “Can’t say that I’ve ever seen anything concerning a coin-hoarding mermaid myself, let alone a professional art piece.” It was small, but the assurance made you offer your own smile.
“Well . . . But then maybe I have . . .” At that, your heart dropped. There it was: The anticipated criticism. He thought you were a hack after all: Uninspired, boorish, unskilled, whatever word there was to describe a person who didn’t know how to use a fan brush properly if any.
The wound stung as one so sudden should: Heavily and down to your core. You wanted the floor to open up and eat you whole. Or better yet: You wanted to climb into your apparently uninspired painting and drown in the mall fountain. But none of those could be an option, and neither was the possibility of hiding in the bathroom or an empty corridor. Instead, you had to put on a brave face and do your best to get through the moment.
“Oh?” you uttered. Your throat pained from the threat of anxiety. “Where do you suppose? I’ll admit, I’m not much into contemporary art so I don’t know the what’s what of what if you catch my drift.” You tried to weakly smile at your sad attempt for a joke. God, this so wasn’t what “making it” felt like.
But the man didn’t offer a courteous hint of laughter. Nor did he offer you a verbal response. Instead, he turned to face you. You did the same, even though you really didn’t want to. But it was the polite and expected thing to do when being confronted. Damn politeness and courteousness.
You weren’t sure how to respond when the man began to make work of his right sleeve, unbuttoning the cuff and beginning to roll the rest of it up. Your paranoia was unfortunately the first to respond due to your preexisting discomfort of the entire ordeal of an evening. You were just about prepared to scream, yelp, make any kind of distressed call -- only for it to trickle out into a gasp. An amazed exhale. The image the man presented to you on his wrist was small. Clearly, for it to be recognized for what it was, it needed a larger stretch of skin to belong to. But you knew what it was: You knew those swirls, the placements of those flecks of gold, those blues and greens surrounded by white.
For the umpteenth time that evening, your breathing changed. Only, you were pretty positive that none of your deep breathing would be necessary this time around; you would be more than happy to look at your painting on your soulmate’s skin for the rest of the night.
Epilogue:
“Mr. Blanc, please,” you insisted. “You’ve grown up with that thing on your arm, surely you’re bored with it by now. You can have your pick of the gallery. Hell, I’ll even make you something on request!”
Pickings hadn’t become slim, but the night had ended surprisingly successful. Well, surprising to you: You hadn’t expected anyone to buy anything of yours that evening, let alone six. You supposed that perhaps they just wanted to participate in the elitism brought on by owning newcomer art. Benoit, however, insisted that the buyers simply had functioning eyes. What a sweet-talker your soulmate was.
You watched as he shook his head stubbornly, eyes still fixated on the painting that adorned his wrist. He’d seen all the other remaining paintings, and even the ones that wound up selling by evening’s end. They were all gorgeous, he insisted, but . . .
“Benoit, if you will, Ms. (Y/N),” he corrected, apparently missing the irony. He gestured insistently at the composition. “And no. I . . . I truly would be quite satisfied with this one.” He heard you raspberry in defeat as you made your way back to his side, folding your arms in exasperation.
“Seriously, though,” you sighed. “Is a painting of a mermaid dwelling in, like, a fountain you can find nearby an Auntie Anne’s really . . .” You waved a hand as if searching for the right word. “. . . Befitting? Of a detective’s abode? I was thinking more of a bucolic piece or like a portrait of some kind or . . .” You trailed off, only to be met with an amused huff.
“Some detective I am,” Benoit muttered. He broke his gaze back to you and placed his hands on his hips. “Took me well over a damn decade or two to learn what it even was. And only because you told me!”
#benoit blanc x reader#benoit blanc#knives out imagine#knives out imagines#knives out x reader#regrettablewritings#for anyone wondering: I think Reader's tattoo would be of a flower. Or a random doodle.#something Benoit made while not thinking and they just so happened to glance at it
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Goodbyes with BTS (Maknae Line)
Warnings: Mentions of covid-19, implied smut
Jimin
“Honey, I am home”, Jimin announced dramatically as he entered his apartment, quickly taking off his shoes and slipping into the home slippers- his heart still thumping in his ear from running all the way to you.
He had almost screamed in frustration when the group was called for some urgent recordings for the new album that morning. He had looked at you curled up around his body, your big brown eyes staring up at him quizzically and he almost said no because you would be going back the next day and Jimin did not want to spend a single second away from you.
From the moment you had announced that you would finally be visiting him after being apart for over 6 months, he had been on his toes making calls and plans to assure that nothing would disturb him. But you insisted that he go to work, “At least, I will be able to pack my stuff without you clinging on to my body”, you had joked and he left hurriedly so that he could be back soon.
But as soon as he walked into the bedroom, his eyes caught sight of the suitcases neatly lined at the farthest corner of the wall, ready to be tagged and carried- Jimin suddenly felt like somebody was plucking his heart out of his chest and without uttering another word, he quietly walked towards you, standing in front of the closet and folding your shirts neatly, and engulfed you in a warm hug; his arms wrapped around your waist and his face deeply snuggled in the crook of your neck.
Jimin inhaled the sweet scent of lavender mixed with your body musk and realized that it was home to him. Your hands gently carressed his arms as he gently placed kisses on your neck and you understood every word he couldn’t say.
“I wish I could ask you to stay”, Jimin whispered slowly and you wished you could take away all the pain he was feeling. It was not easy to part over and over again but your studies were important for you and it was just a matter of a few years, then you both would be in the same city. Until then, this was the choice you both had made.
Turning around, you looked him in the eye before pulling him in for a passionate kiss, growing fervent and rough with all the goodbyes between you two.
That night, as you both lay in a tangled mess of limbs and rushed hands, you both silently promised each other to wait, no matter how long it took.
Taehyung or V
“5 am tomorrow. Be there till 3 30″.
Taehyung read the message from the notification bar and slid it across the screen, making it disappear. Then, he turned the ring on mute and pocketed his phone, he did not want to be disturbed tonight.
Standing at the door of the art gallery, for the first time, his eyes did not linger on the beautiful pieces of art that decorated the wall. Instead, he searched for a familiar figure and the same silky locks of hair that were tangled around his long slender fingers all those years ago.
Granted, he had not seen you since the time you both met in Italy, even then surrounded by art and music- he had searched desperately for you ever since. And it seemed like fate had decided to have mercy on him when he heard about a musical art exhibition at Prague and remembered the way you had laid your head on his chest, your hair spilling on his bare body, and talked about that particular idea being your dream.
You stood in front of a massive painting in the far end of the room, still as awestruck by the strokes and colors on the canvas as you were the first time a boy with a boxy smile had watched you unwrap it. You remember holding onto this giant board of colors through years of remote silence and wondering if it was just a mirage or the boy that had left without a goodbye had once promised that he would come back.
“Is this one for sale?”, a voice broke you out of your reverie and if it wasn’t for the fact that you had watched him on social media like an addict, you would have forced your brain to consider it all a cause of sleepless nights and alcohol in your system. But it was him, it was Kim Taehyung and suddenly you were 22 again with small dreams and a boy you were irrecoverably in love with.
Without even glancing at his way again you replied as calmly as you could muster, “No. You cannot make a home out of this one”.
Taehyung almost flinched at your words but he reminded himself that he deserved it.
“Home only demands love”, he spoke only audible enough for your ears.
“It demands the presence of that love at least, not the promise of one. Not words or music or stupid paintings, Mr. Kim Taehyung”, you had now turned towards him, your eyes boring into his and even though your angry eyes met his remorseful ones, the only thing you both could recognize in them was the love that had been there all those years ago.
“I missed you, Y/N”, he whispered as he suddenly pulled you into him. His arms holding you tight and you almost stood their motionless until a lone tear slipped down your cheeks and you returned the hug.
“You’re too late, Tae. Too late”.
He did not reply for a while, not wanting to let the moment slip away until it had to.
But when he had finally memorized your scent and the familiar contours of your body and how it fit in his like pieces of a puzzle, he pulled back. His hand slid down your arms until they held your slender fingers in his, his thumb gently grazing the big diamond on your ring finger, “I know”.
Jungkook
Jungkook loves being surrounded with familiarity. Familiar faces that he loves and trusts, a bowl of ramyeon in a foreign city, loud cheers from fans that had been there all along, a ticket always back home and you. Perhaps, that is a reason why he hated things that disturbed the peace he had found in his life.
But when Covid-19 hit the world, it was like his world tilted on its axes and all that was familiar was lost. Already reeling from the shock of the tour being cancelled, Jungkook had held the phone in his hand and couldn’t help but breakdown as you told him that you had no idea when you could fly to Korea.
You had expanded your business to Korea as well which made it easier for you to spend plenty of time with your boyfriend and you both had gotten used to the travelling if it meant being together for most part of the year.
Jungkook was not taking it well. He would spend hours at the gym then hours dancing till he could not feel anything other than the excruciating pain in his body. He would barely talk to you, only giving one word answers and never answering video calls- his heart knowing well that it could not bear looking at you and being unable to touch you or feel you.
However, he loved you and as days passed on and the unfamiliarity of Covid-19 became familiar, Jungkook could finally see how much he had hurt you. Even through all that, you had maintained a brave face and been normal with him in the moments he would actually talk to you. You knew Jungkook and perhaps that is why you could not blame him for acting that way. You knew that this boy is made of love and purity and it would not be long till he finds his way back to you, like he always did.
So, when one night you prepared to go to bed, a message popped up on your phone.
“Thank you for making me realize that we can get through anything”
And along with it was an acoustic version of a song Jungkook had recently written and was yet to be released.
As still with you played in your empty dark apartment, Jungkook’s sweet voice bouncing off the walls and hugging you, you finally let your tears fall as you whispered the words that you both craved to hold each and say:
“I miss you”.
#bts#bangtan#bangtan boys#fiction#canon#jungkook#jimin#taehyung#v#jeon jungkook#park jimin#kim taehyung#reaction#angst#fluff#love#reader#canon x reader#long distance#ldr#imagine
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I'll Love You 'Til I Die
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Summary: A Brooklyn schoolgirl fell in love with James Buchanan Barnes at the tender age of nine. With this love she made a vow, promising to love him until her very last breath.
Pairing: Bucky x OFC
Warnings: Language, pining
Word Count: 2.1k
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Chapter Twenty-Three: The Journey to Azzano
October 24, 1943
Yet another sleepless night. A night spent away from the nurse’s tent, handkerchief in hand, with eyes cast towards the heavens. The stars stared back, silent watchers from above; the petrified audience to a grotesque display of gore, violence, and inhumanity. Lottie knew that they were nothing but balls of gas, great masses of fire that drifted in that infinite chasm of space millions of lightyears away. Somehow, her heart still broke for them.
How painful it must be to be a star, she thought, To see the Earth, to see its people, to see the love and hope. To be forced to watch its destruction, its pain. Oh, how the stars must weep, gazing down at the broken bodies of men and boys, women and children, all victims of such a cruel war.
Still, the pain of a star could never come close to the pain of a nurse. The stars would never hold those bodies in their arms, they would never fumble for a tourniquet as blood spilled from a fresh wound, the stars would never have to slide a man’s eyelids shut, his skin cold to the touch.
Lottie was becoming quickly acclimated to the smell and feel of death. It never seemed to leave her skin, no matter how thoroughly she washed her hands. Though they were constantly rubbed raw, she could not rid them of death’s stench or its thick grime that seemed to coat every inch of her skin.
After they’d left Pantelleria, the SSR had scrambled to stay afloat, constantly caught in the crossfire of other Italian campaigns. The Germans had weaseled their way into northern and central Italy, with carnage in their wake, the nurses of the SSR were left to care for their victims. Lottie had come to know death as intimately as one knows the curves of their lover’s body, all the dimples, ridges, and edges.
“No number of bandages would’ve saved him, Lottie,” Gladys would whisper, “We’re nurses, not miracle-workers.”
“If I remember correctly, folks at the SSR sure love to rant about that ‘miraculous’ serum we developed.” “Betty, you know what I mean.”
Lottie wished she could be a miracle worker. The men that she managed to save definitely thought she was, but who wouldn’t think so highly of the woman who saved them from certain death? It would have been a comfort to visit them in the recovery ward, but the SSR would whisk them away, further north and closer to Hydra before she had the chance.
The SSR found themselves in Siano, a village an afternoon’s trek away from Salerno. At another time, it would be quite lovely. The quiet little community was nestled between small mountains, far too grand and looming to be called hills. The greenery was lush and the air was crisp, mingled with the saltiness from the nearby sea. A cool, sweet breeze kissed Lottie’s cheeks and became entangled in her curls that had finally been loosed from her strict bun. With every graze of the breeze against her cheeks and every rustle of the grasses beside her, it seemed that the very earth was breathing beneath her. Every movement was a great inhale or exhale that emanated around her; the only calming element to an otherwise restless night.
Their camp was just outside the town, stationed in an expansive field which was quite likely an abandoned pasture. Camp had been sloppily thrown together, after a horrifically bloody day in Salerno, morale was low and they knew their stay would be short-lived. Agent Carter had mentioned that they were urgently needed in Azzano; there was a POW situation up there that involved Hydra. Their stop in Siano, as Colonel Phillips had explained, was merely for recuperation. With a day of bloodshed behind them and several days’ worth of traveling ahead of them, rest was needed by all.
But she couldn’t really rest, could she? Lottie would always be on edge, on high alert, until she had her boys by her side once more. At every camp, in every campaign, she searched for the 107th. For any sign of a USO show. So far, she had come up with nothing. Nothing but disappointment.
All that she could do was gaze up at the stars and wonder if a pair of clear blue eyes were doing the same.
Somewhere in Azzano
Liquid fire in his veins. Muttered words in German. Leather straps that dug into his skin; they kept him from writhing in pain. Days bled together and he could barely find the willpower to stay conscious, blurring the lines between his dreams and reality.
Bucky didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know what was going on, either. All he knew was agony, frustration, and a girl. His best girl, Little Lottie. The first time he’d seen her, he was sure that she was real. He had just undergone the first round of… whatever this was, and all of a sudden, she’d appeared before him, dressed just as she’d been when he last saw her— white uniform, thick stockings, and a heavy coat that seemed to swallow her whole.
He’d tried to yell at her, warn her about how dangerous this place was, but he could only muster a choked groan which had earned him a blow to the head. After that, she kept appearing— every time he was poked or prodded at, she stood in the corner of the room and watched over him with a smile on her lips. His head would loll to the side with exhaustion and their gazes would connect; it was the only glimmer of hope in the midst of his torture.
His Little Lottie would only speak to him in his dreams, but she wouldn’t speak, really. No, she’d do this thing he’d seen her do to Stevie hundreds of times when he was sick in bed. With gentle hands, she would smooth his hair away from his forehead, freeing the sweaty, bloodied strands that clung to his skin. She quieted his groans of pain with soft sounds and breathy hums of her favorite songs— mostly from the musicals they had gone to see in the thirties. Little Lottie was fondest of numbers by the Gershwin brothers, he’d noticed, as she was always humming one of their tunes in his dreams.
Any anger toward her was forgotten, but the fear remained. Fear for her safety devoured him from the inside out; if Hydra ever got their hands on her, there would be hell to pay.
Siano, the next day
“Y’know if you’re gonna make a habit of this, I might as well take your pillow for myself.”
Lottie blinked her eyes blearily, taking in the figure of Betty before her. Apparently, she’d fallen asleep outside. Again. The first time it had happened, they’d been camped out in Salerno and while her companions had gone to bed earlier, she’d attempted to calm her nerves with a midnight cigarette. Suffice to say, the cigarette had done its job, though she’d woken up with a terrible pain in her neck.
This time, the pain was located in Lottie’s lower back, probably due to the uneven ground she’d fallen asleep on.
“Believe me, Betty, I don’t intend to make this a habit,” Lottie gritted her teeth in pain as she attempted to maneuver herself off of the ground.
Betty sighed and grabbed her hands, heaving her up, “C’mon, we don’t have all day. Colonel Phillips wants the tents down as soon as possible.” She jerked her head in the direction of the other three nurses a few yards away, they were evidently having a difficult time with the canvas and poles of their tent.
The two of them rejoined their group and Gladys tossed a pack to her with a smile, “Your stuff’s all good to go. Figured you needed the extra sleep.” Lottie squeezed her shoulder in thanks and observed Nancy and Mary as they argued over the correct way to pack up their tent.
“First we need to disassemble the poles, then we wrap up the canvas and—”
“No, we need to take care of the canvas before we can—”
Agent Carter stalked toward them with a rather agitated look on her face; only she could look powerful crossing an uneven field in heels. Lottie bundled up some poles in her arms, trying to stow them away in a pack before they could be berated for being the last ones to finish.
“Ladies,” Agent Carter began, voice firm, “You did not go through a year of training just to be the last ones done packing up your tent. We need more speed from you five to reach the one hundred and seventh in time.”
Lottie nearly dropped the metal poles in her arms and choked out a gasp, “The one hundred and seventh?” That was the regiment with the POWs? The POWs that had fallen victim to Hydra? Her heart was suddenly beating a mile a minute, her stomach was all in knots.
Agent Carter furrowed her brow, likely confused by her reaction, “Yes, they were vastly overpowered in a recent battle. We’ve been summoned to provide medical care to the survivors as well as to assist in a reconnaissance mission for information regarding the whereabouts of the POWs.”
She was tempted to ask about Bucky, to see if she’d heard anything about their survivors, but she ultimately decided against it. It was unlikely that they already had extensive knowledge regarding those who had been saved or lost.
“We’ll be done in a jiffy, Agent Carter,” Nancy nodded, removing the poles from Lottie’s grasp.
After another minute or two, their tent was packed away, and each nurse was outfitted with a hefty pack that carried their belongings. Together, the nurses and the rest of the SSR agents began their trek through the Italian countryside, keeping close in their groupings. It would have been far easier to be transported by plane, but the agents had to take as much caution as possible with Hydra's threat level. If traveling by foot kept the lowest profile, then that was what needed to be done.
Lottie’s four companions broke out into quiet conversation to pass the time while fearful thoughts weaseled their way into her mind. What if Bucky really had been taken by Hydra? What would they do to him? Would they kill him? She’d heard of their horrors from Erskine, and she’d even seen their ruthlessness at his assassination. The dark thoughts that began to swim around in her head made her want to be sick. Lottie wanted to double over and retch, to alleviate the sick feeling that crept into her at the thought of Bucky in Hydra’s clutches.
“You alright there, Lottie? You’ve been awfully quiet,” Gladys sidled over to where she was walking, only a foot or two away from the rest.
“I don’t think so,” Lottie began, her voice strained, “I mean, with the one hundred and seventh and everything, I just, I don’t know how to—”
Gladys nodded, a sad look on her face, “I know, it’s a dreadful situation, isn’t it? I can’t imagine how those survivors must feel. Having your comrades stolen away from you in a bloody battle.”
“It’s not just that, it’s also—”
“Oh yes, definitely more than that. Not only the mental anguish but the physical, too. I mean, we’re here for a reason, we’ve got to be prepared for the worst when we get there. I’ve heard they’re in absolute shambles.”
Lottie fisted her hands in frustration, “Gladys. Bucky’s a member of the one hundred and seventh. That’s his damn regiment. And I haven’t a clue of whether he’s dead, alive, or barely holding on in some dingy cell, so I would really appreciate it if you would spare me the monologue about how terrible their situation is.”
Gladys stared at her, a look of shock painted on her face, “Lottie, I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I— gosh, I feel absolutely awful now, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Lottie grabbed Gladys’ hand to squeeze it, their arms knocked together as they walked side by side, “I just need to think optimistically right now. If I start thinking about all the atrocities, I might go crazy.”
Gladys squeezed back, a faint smile growing on her lips, “You’re right. Think optimistically. I bet he got out of it just fine, with a few scratches though. But he’ll be waiting for us real patiently, waiting for the fine nurses of the SSR to patch him right up.”
She found comfort in Gladys’ words. It was much nicer to picture him that way, sitting in a medic tent cot, wounds scabbed over in blood, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Maybe he'd be cracking jokes with the other poor souls stuck in that tent, his eyes alight with humor and that lopsided grin threatening to send that cigarette straight to the ground. He would be a bit battered and bruised, but he’d be there waiting. Waiting for her.
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