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cieloclercs · 1 year ago

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what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 6/? (read part 5 here)

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

warnings. yet more angst, you guys asked for more suffering and i’m here to (hopefully) deliver 🫡, y/n is lowkey a bad bitch in this one, i would say you might start feeling sorry for charles but y’all are evil so i really don’t know 😭

pairing. charles leclerc x artsy!reader

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note. OK I LIED it’s not the last part… originally it was supposed to be but you all asked for more charles suffering and i didn’t feel like there was quite enough in the first draft so… here we are !! 😃 just a side note tho, this IS going to have a happy ending for y/n and charles (bc i’m weak like that) so if that’s not what you guys wanted i’m sorry i tried i just can’t do it 😭

four weeks later…

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charles_leclerc 26 with ma famille 🤍

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arthur_leclerc tu es vieux 😨 / you’re old

lorenzotl Joyeux anniversaire petit frère ❤️

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leclerc_pascale 😍❤️

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pierregasly joyeux anniversaire calamar ❤️

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carlossainz55 feliz cumple cabrón 😘

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scuderiaferrari Happy birthday, il Predestinato! ❤️

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joris_trouche joyeux anniversaire 🫶

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username charles is so dry just liking all these comments and not replying 😭

username he’s probably depressed y/n’s not forgiven him yet

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username ARTHUR STOP EXPOSING HIM 😭🤚

username not even an y/n like? yikes 😬

username i genuinely think it’s over like, y/n’s not even here?? and she’s not with the leclercs either?? she ALWAYS spends his birthday with the leclercs 😭

username i really don’t want it to be true but i think you’re right 🥲

username the irony of charles abandoning y/n for a girl and then when he comes crawling back she just straight up ignores him 😭😭

username she’s truly an icon

username i wish i was as strong as y/n 😔

username i want to know what went down at the club tho?? what did he say to her to make her miss HIS BIRTHDAY??

username idk but whatever it is it must have been bad 😭

username whoever said ��the eyes are the window to the soul’ was so real because look at charles’ eyes the man is CRUSHED 😫

username i want to be at this family gathering

username i can literally feel the tension through the screen lmaooo

username hahah i can just imagine what pascale has said to him 😭

username confirmation she likes y/n more than charles 😌

username as she should !!

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formula1updates Anyone else getting deja vu? 👀 Charles Leclerc crashes out of Q1 for the United States GP — he’ll start tomorrow’s race from P17 on the grid 😬

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username i don’t even know what to say anymore

username i want to keep defending him because i know this is all because of the y/n situation, but he really needs to learn to put his personal problems aside when it comes to racing 😭

username normally i’d tell you to shut up and let the drivers do their jobs but in this instance you’re totally right 🥲

username well his reaction says it all doesn’t it?

username can we please just forget this season ever happened 🫠

username it started so well though 😭 just these last few races have been an absolute shitshow :(

username he’s never going to learn is he

username this is genuinely getting embarrassing now. y/n’s moving on with her life, yet charles is so hung up on his mistakes that he’s always going to let them get in the way of racing 🙄

username if he wants to be world champion he really needs to start changing his mentality 😔

username did you guys see him in the post quali interviews? i think he was crying ☹️

username WHAT no i feel so bad 😨

username i want to say he deserves it but this feels kind of cruel now…

username he’s literally brought this upon himself. it’s just karma. if you can’t deal with it, go cry somewhere else 😒

username in that shitbox he’ll be lucky to even get in the points :(

username am i the only one that has a really bad feeling about tomorrow?

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y/nsart i can’t believe i’m saying this, but my exhibition ‘flow’ is now being shown in the fine art gallery of monaco! i want to take the time to thank every single one of you who has supported me over the years 🤍 i’ve been working to achieve this dream since i was a little girl, but it’s YOU guys that have helped make it happen !! 😘 thank you all once again from the bottom of my heart x

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leclerc_pascale Personne ne le mérite plus que toi, ma fille ❤️ / no one deserves this more, my girl

y/nsart je t’aime maman 🥹 merci d'avoir toujours été là pour moi / thank you for always being there for me

username omfg their relationship is so wholesome

username i love them 🥹

username the way she literally loves y/n more than charles lmaooo

arthur_leclerc THAT’S MY SISTER EVERYONE

arthur_leclerc SI FIÈRE DE TOI 🫶 / so proud of you

y/nsart arth stop you’re making me cry 😭

username LMAO WHAT HAPPENED TO ARTHUR SLANDERING Y/N EVERY CHANCE HE GOT

username the switch up is INSANE 😭

arthur_leclerc just showing some appreciation for my favourite sibling 😌

username PHAHAHAHHA IM DEAD

username he’s truly picked his side 😭

lorenzotl @arthur_leclerc excuse moi

y/nsart @/lorenzotl the truth hurts 😘

username crying they’re so iconic

yourfriend can’t believe i get to call this absolute GODDESS my best friend 🥹

y/nsart 🥹🥹 je t’aime tellement

username the most talented girl 💗

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username so proud of the growth you’ve shown in the past couple of months ❤️ you deserve all the happiness and success in the world, my love !!

y/nsart thank you so much i love you 🥹🥹

username this girl really has no haters huh

username why should she? y/n has already proven she’s one of the nicest, most talented people on the damn earth, EVERYONE should be a fan

username say it louder for the people in the back !!📢📢📢

username when i say i would sacrifice my SOUL for y/n’s happiness i’m not joking this woman is the love of my LIFE

y/nsart aww i love you 🥹🥹 but please don’t actually do that 😭

charles_leclerc proud of you, amour

username ugh not this bitch again 🙄

username excuse me AMOUR?? charles PLEASE you’re embarrassing yourself 🥴

username charles bffr y/n doesn’t want you here 😭

username he’s not giving up is he?

username this is just getting embarrassing now

username charles is taking grovelling to a whole new level 😂

yourunifriend si belle ❤️ / so beautiful

y/nsart ☺️☺️

username HELLO??

username EXCUSE ME SIR WHO ARE U?? AND WHY ARE YOU CALLING MY WIFE BEAUTIFUL??

username wait wait guys is this the dude that was on her story? 🤔

username omg it might be

username i can HEAR charles sobbing rn 😭😭

username there is SO MUCH going on in this comments section like 😭😭 charles is back AGAIN basically grovelling at y/n’s feet??? y/n’s (potential?) bf has appeared out of the blue??? plus that adorable arthur x y/n sibling moment??? i am LIVING FOR IT

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charles_leclerc COTA23, streaming now on all platforms 🖤

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username BABE WAKE UP NEW CHARLES SONG JUST DROPPED

username oh shit he’s depressed

username we all know y/n did the post friendship break up depression better but slay ig

username y/n liked… 🫢

username make up coming soon? 🤷‍♀️

username girl bffr

joris_trouche on repeat 🔁🖤

username we love supportive bf joris 🥹🫶

username joris >> any other wag

arthur_leclerc i wonder who the muse is 🤔

username ARTHUR STOP 😭😭😭

username pls he’s so unserious 😭

username charles will never get any peace as long as arthur’s around to remind him who’s fault all of this is 😔

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username ENOUGH BOTH OF THEM???

username i can’t figure out if this is another round of grovelling or accepting defeat

username hope it’s the first 🤞🤞🤞 i need my otp together

username nooo charles doesn’t deserve y/n

username i mean charles’ songs have always been a little bit depressing but this is taking it to another level 😭😭

username he’s in his obligatory heartbreak era and i hope it never ends 😈😈😈

username stoppp the funniest thing is the majority of people saying shit like this ^ are actually charles fans im dead 😭

username we wouldn’t be true fans if we didn’t wish him a little suffering when he fucks up 🫶🫶

username i don’t think that’s how being a fan works but you do you i guess 😭

leclerc_pascale 🖤 Vous savez ce qu'il vous reste à faire, Cha / you know what you need to do, cha

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username uhm excuse me?? 🤨🤨🤨

username mama leclerc coming in with the cryptic comment…i’m sensing drama…

username @/leclerc_pascale WHAT DOES IT MEAN??? 😫😫😫

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astralnymphh · 9 months ago

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I just got on and saw what’s been happening and bro…I’m glad people are talking about it. Mostly about the smut, inclusivity, Palestine, and the fetishization of trans people.

Reading smut is so underwhelming like it seems like that’s all what people write these days. Like I need ANGST! I need to CRY! I need SLOW BURN AND PLOT….

And to be honest, I personally feel like some writers purposely list the reader’s physical descriptions as being white… like damn you know multiple people are going to come across your shit. I would get annoyed asf when I see something like “she touched your soft pale flushed skin” BITCH- 💀 don’t piss me off 😒🦶🏽

I won’t speak too in depth about the fetishization of trans people in fanfics because I’m not trans and I don’t want to say anything inaccurate BUT I will say it’s so disturbing and off putting seeing shit like that and seeing how people are sexualizing trans people more than treating them like regular humans…I also came across that ‘femcel’ series and🧍🏽‍♀️erm… no.

I appreciate the account who made the post discussing how the word trans and the f word are completely different. I didn’t even know that word was derogatory and it shocked me... I hope that account takes it down and they educate themselves or something cause 🙁👎🏽

yes pook YES smut can be underwhelming and so overdone. we definitely need more angst/fluff.. or just PLOT in general. no, i'm not saying don't write it at all (incase anons twist my words, cause.. they're good at that.) i'm just saying that it would be nice to see some fully fleshed out pieces with emotion and storytelling. i have something in the works though, that encompasses all genres (fluff/smut/angst) so, there's that!

people will so clearly write the whole petite pale white girl bs like "ur delicate small hand" or the fuckass "doey eyed and blushing cherub red" like NEVER portray reader so specifically unless you're going to specify it in the cw!!!! do whatever for ellie's white ass but for the love of gods and goddess BE AWARE OF READER AS A SPOT TO FILL, NOT AN OC!!!! idk how else to describe what i just said. but. it is said. so it. yeah. that whole delicate small petite thing kinda trickles into writing childlike readers too but. thats a whole nother discussion. no clue if i ever used that phrasing in the past tho i have no bold memories of my writings in detail.

i think people will listen to anybody but trans people who are actively calling it fetishization, like. all the mfs arguing with them say "trans and f💀ta aren't the same!" yeah. they aren't. cause one is like, a genuine, flesh and bone person.. with a whole story.. and feelings.. and experiences.. and one is.. fetishization. how many times do trans people have to repeat that? bet most of the people trying to argue against it aren't even trans.

the whole thing about authors "flooding" the tlou tag with palestine posts is also dumb as fuck. is scrolling a bit too taxing on your poor smut-guzzling thumbs?? ur scrolling over big booty fics, i think you can scroll a little further past those posts if you're really that much of a basement dwelling fuck that's sitting comfortably in their homes while a genocide is happening. out here sobbing cause people are spreading awareness. eat my bum bum booty. ++ also add-on cause we're holding writers accountable for ignoring a strike (different than not knowing at first) but there's also the artists!! they're there too.

anons r gonna come into my inbox abt all this but i'm not even gonna answer like, don't waste your time. im not reading all that. especially coming from an ANON 💀

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 1 year ago

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❝ I was the boy who was on your side❞

warnings: talks of death, think of Sal as an ex that won’t leave you alone, fingering, shower sex, Sal exhibiting yandere tendencies, mentions of r! taking medication

there’s someone else on your bed. someone whose heart beats steadily in their chest and yet you still feel Sal’s eyes watch you from the corners of the room. worse yet, you feel his ghostly touches on your skin. you crave him even when you can’t touch him, he would apologize but he made a promise to stay by your side no matter what.

authors note: i have no reason for writing this tbh, just wanted to. i hope it's enjoyable tho!

“Do you know what the French call orgasms?”

The sly curl of his lips allows air to be breathed into your lungs. His hands rake down the curve of your back as his teeth chew on his kiss-bruised lip. “The French don’t concern me,” you said. “They should," Calum says with their brows arched haughtily. Leaning up and lifting himself onto his elbows, Calum's aquiline nose bumps into yours. “They’re quite the romantics," Calum frowns as your eyes roll upwards.

“Rude!” his scoff manages to wring a burst of laughter. It’s cut short as he uses this moment to spring upwards, making your body twist in a quick flurry of limbs and sheets that ends with the both of you laughing. The bed squeaks at the force, spring coiling in protests that land on deaf ears.

Calum's warmth is welcomed. His kisses sweetly call for those praises to be poured from your lips as his hands climb up your forearms until his fingers thread between yours. They grasp firmly. A whisper of his name from you has him grinning toothily, his teeth brushing against your hips as he lowers and lowers and lowers. . .

The sight of his white hair between your legs wasn’t unfamiliar. Nor was it unwanted. His dexterous muscle works on your pulsing cock with fervor. “Fuck, Cal”, he merely hums in acknowledgment. “La Petite Mort”. “. . .Gesundheit?” Calum sucks on your dick meanly. His teeth uncovered and his tongue merciless. The sharp ache of it has you inhaling sharply, thigh tensing and back bowing; the pleasure was enough to ebb all of it away but Calum's wet pout has you puffing out apologies. “It’s French, dumbass”, using his hands now. Calum jerks you off. His knuckles sweetly rub along the sides as lewd noises fill the air. Your body grows lax once again, eyes fluttering shut as you melt on the sheets.

The rain pelting on the windows does little to muffle your noises (though you sincerely hope your neighbours find it sufficient) but the repetitiveness of the raindrops drizzling on glass sinks you into a memory long forgotten. Foggy mornings, squeaky shoes on vinyl floors with equally as squeaky locker door hinges; a hushed whisper of excitement; painted nails with guitar string scars slipping up your shirt as blue eyes dance across your face. “This is where you want to spend your free period in? The dirty bathrooms?” “What?” You remembered saying with your arms wrapped around the neck of the boy you once loved so dearly. The feeling of his choppy haircut along your wrist whispers for you to smooth it out from underneath the straps of his face prosthesis.

“You too busy or something?” Sal rolls his eye but you still catch the crescent shape it squished into as he smiles. “Sally Face, you got somewhere to be? Can’t even spend your free period with your boyfriend?” he squeezes you closer, slotting you directly against his frame. His belt buckle digs into you a bit but his slender fingers grab a handful of your ass and all is forgotten. “ ‘Didn’t say nothing like that”, his digits stutter as he feels the loosening of his mask but he catches himself as you gaze at him with nothing but adoration. “Good man, Sal”.

The memory fades away as your eyes open, tears brimming and darkening your lashes but not once falling as you groan. Spine twisting, your neck arches as Calum rubs your cock with his thumb while he tells you how delicious you taste. “It means The Little Death, that post-orgasm tingles of unconsciousness."

The idea of an orgasm being linked to death made a delirious giggle slip out. Throwing an arm across your eyes you simply squeezed your thighs together to force Calum's head closer to your boycunt. “You gonna kill me, baby?” Calum's mouth is full of your dick but he doesn’t seem unwilling. The corners of his mouth lift in a grin and he gets to work.

“Oh shit," your teeth chew on the insides of your cheeks and your arms fly to grasp on the bedsheets as your head turns. Calum's holding your thighs, grip bruising as he devours you like a man starved for weeks. Your vision is hazy. The warbling of shadows slink and rise thanks to the rain, the warm light of the streetlight, and the occasional car that drives past distorts you further as pleasure runs through you like blood through a body. A steady pumping that fills you with warmth and life - not at all anything like death. The French were stupid, you decided. Sex is alive. A beast that languidly stretches itself on chaise lounge chairs with claws so sharp it burns as it cuts; even in passing one-night stands. The beast all but burns.

It's a flame. It’s not death, sex is alive. Mighty and virile. Calum's head between your legs is proof of that and the way your body trembles is proof of that.

Bright lights steer the noise of rubber-crushing gravel onto your street, the ambiance of it allows a face to appear in the corner of your room. For a second, your heart stops and you think that maybe you’d offended Death within your thoughts because sitting in the armchair was Sal. He’s dressed in that sickening shade of orange, his hair looking more green than blue as his mask tilts listlessly. His hands are bound in chains that glint from what little light was flooding through the room but his eyes? They glow in the darkness; they feel accusatory. Panic grips you and you scramble to sit up. Calum chases after you like a hungry dog, tongue out and everything, and gazes up with confusion. Your chest was heaving as you stared at the corner and he kneeled on the bed to squint his eyes at it. The armchair had been picked off the street. Ashley and you revamped it. She said it’d make the room homier while you mused the idea of it being a reading nook. Ultimately, it became nothing more than a place to pile laundry and Calum's guffaws make your cheeks burn in humiliation. “You thought it was a dude sitting there?” “Fuck, maybe? Don’t laugh!”

Calum grunts as you shove him backward, merely wrapping his arms around you, and his touch burns. Like warm metal scraping on the skin, your gums ache from the sensation. He thinks nothing of it when you push to pin him down, folding his legs until his knees meet his chest. His cock jumps to greet you while he purrs in delight at this familiar position. “You going to fuck me with your dick, scaredy cat?” The pout on your face makes him coo, reaching between his legs to cup your face and pull you down. Once your tongues are tangled and the taste of you mixes with saliva, you dare a sneaky glance toward the corner again. Nothing. No sickly orange or drabe blue-green or accusatory eyes. Just a pile of clean laundry in desperate need of folding. Calum bites down on your lip and you grunt in reply. His bright brown eyes are filled with mirth. He’s caught you sneaking a peek and he is none too shy to tease you about it.

“Hey, I get those jumpscares too sometimes. It happens. Nothing to be embarrassed about, Daddy-o”, he assures with gentle caresses along your jaw and ear.

“Juuust maybe a sign for you to get some chores done so you don’t get a heart attack again, ya’ know, food for thought”. You shift your hips and line your throbbing dick to his sopping hole. The heat of him around your tip has your back rippling and he urges you on with whiny, keening, noises. Calum's at your mercy, filling up with your dick as you mount him. His eyes close and the lovingly bruised neck he has stretches. Your mouth hangs open, and the heat between your legs and the tightness of Calum's have your vision turning fuzzy.

Another car passes. The light washes out Calum's olive-toned skin and for a split second, it’s Sal on the mattress. With his soft tummy and blue-tinted happy trail, the healed acne scars on his chest, and his beautiful face twisted in pleasure.

“Not too rough. I’m fragile," Sal jested. Even in the dim moonlight, you can tell he’s attempting to cover his facial scars by pressing them into the pillows. Despite how uncomfortable it might be on his sensitive skin. Your frown makes him sigh. It cuts off with a grunt as you slam your hips onto his. "Let me see my beautiful baby." He shivers at your whisper. God, your voice was like lighter fluid pouring over him. Your touches were the fire that ignited his very soul. Every pore and fine hair wants nothing more than to be covered in you; devoured by you. Sal can feel your fingers travel and trace his collarbones, gulping thickly when it encloses around his neck. A sharp intake of breath is all your doing as you squeeze him there. "(Y/N)..."

"Sal." His eyes flutter and your gaze is so overwhelming. He turns to face you, his hair spread out beneath him like a lion's mane. God, he was ethereal. You don't fault him for not thinking the same — the monster that took his mother away from him deserved to burn in hell.

But your Sal was yours. As you cup his face, you can practically feel his heart pounding in his head. There were flashes of teeth where lips should be, and a chunk of his jaw bone was gone which left his face unsymmetrical. His glass eye wasn't as glossy as his real one and you kiss the tears that fall to comfort him. His breath stutters as he feels the strap-on you wore move in tandem with your sweet kisses. Sal grasps at your arms, his painted nails digging into your flesh and you coo at him as you pour your soul into him.

Kissing Sal felt like kissing sunlight. Kissing Calum felt like nothing. Just a pair of lips pressed to yours, opening with his jaw so his tongue could meet yours. His breath puffs into your mouth as your hips grind up into his awaiting cunt. "Fuck, your dick feels good," he grunts out with his head tossed back. He feels like heaven as his sopping entrance squeezes and takes your t-dick. "Yeah?" Calum nods. As if you needed any convincing. The squelching noises your bodies make when you pull back and push back in is enough. Calum's hips canting and thighs twitching were just icing on the cake. "You take me so fucking well. So fucking pretty," your eyes close as your dick bumps with his. They throb together as they slide against each other. It has Calum biting on his lip so hard it threatens to bleed. So you sink back inside of him and he groans. "That feel good?"

Fingers trace your shoulders. Barely there are touches that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand in attention. Your body knows who he is even if your mind tries to deny it. Calum's voice is muffled by the pelting rain and cars passing by. Sal's hand moves to grasp your shoulders, and then the press of his face prosthetic to your nape makes your hips stutter. Those cold lips trace the column of your neck.

His breath makes your ears warm up.

Those familiar hands, with those calloused digits, slip to hold your waist. They settle into your shape, thumb stroking over where your hipbones would be.

"You want me to touch you there, baby?"

"Yes, please, yes," you whimper. Calum is at your mercy as you hand your head down.

He calls out your name as your dick slips out of him but that's cut short by his growl of approval when you start grinding your cocks together.

Sal places his chin to peer down. You can hear the smile he has on his face as he whispers about how hard you are. "Almost there, yeah? That feels good? Fuck, I missed this, missed you. Yeah, come on."

Calum's mumbling about being close and you're on the edge too. Your ghost, your Sal, wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you back towards his chest.

He's there. You can feel him. Feel his body curl over you as his digits slip into you; your walls mold to his shape and they seem intent on not letting him go.

It's so cold, so spine-chilling, but so fucking hot.

Calum moans in pleasure. The sight of him writhing and moaning as he jerked himself off through his orgasm would've made anyone's mouth water.

Your eyes were closed. All you could do to still feel Sal was to drown in his touch.

"Oh fuck —" Sal groans into your ear. Your body shivers, limply leaning against his as he lets you ride out on his fingers. He pumps them, slowly decreasing his pace as you plead for him for more.

Calum grunts as you are laid beside him. The arm that slips over the back of your shoulder forces your eyelids apart. He flinches as you scramble to sit up, once again following your lead and glancing around the room.

"Christ, (Y/N)! Is your house haunted or something? You're starting to scare me," he laughs breathlessly. Your stunned silence does not ease him. When you shove his hand off your shoulder, he furrows his brows and watches you stand to go to the bathroom.

"(Y/N)? Did you take something at the club? Seriously, are you okay?"

"He's a little chatty, huh?"

"I'm fine! I'm fine. I just, I just need a minute..."

His blue eyes narrow as you reach for the bottle of pills you stored in your medicine cabinet. You knew you shouldn't have put it out of sight — object permanence was not something that existed in your brain. If it's out of sight, you tend to forget about it real quick.

"Don't."

You can see his arm on the edge of your sink, his face appearing as he cups your cheeks. The bottle shakes as you back away from him. Sal follows and once again wraps his arms around your waist so you stand still.

"(Y/N)?" Calum calls out.

"Don't."

His eyes were pleading. His tone was nothing short of a beg.

Calum's footsteps grow closer to your bathroom.

Sal strokes your cheekbones as he watches you pop a pill back into your mouth.

"(Y/N)...baby..."

"(Y/N)? Baby?" Calum is there when you open your eyes. He glances at the pill bottle in your hand and you shake your head.

"Sorry, I just...I forgot to take these." Calum busies himself with turning the showerhead on, trying to find the right words to prod for answers. You're thankful for that; you needed to collect your thoughts as well.

"Are they prescribed?" he tests. You nod wordlessly, placing the bottle down next to the sink.

"...Can I ask what they're for?"

You twist the faucet and lean down to splash your face with cold water. He's patient as he stands under the shower. When you straighten up, he reaches his hand out. You take it. His body slots against yours as he kisses your neck and collarbone.

"You don't have to answer — "

"No, no, I...I can answer. They're just for my depression. I kind of had a rough time in college, uhm, it left me in a bad spot." Calum apologizes.

Why is he apologizing?

You catch his lips, murmuring ' It's okay ' as you do. He whimpers in your kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck as you push him to the wall. His legs spread as your knee separates them as he grinds down so sweetly on your knee. You can't shake the feeling of eyes on you. The steam is building up, making the mirror fog up and your heavy breathing isn't helping.

Calum is so pliant this time. No quips or protests. Maybe he feels bad for accusing you of something. Or did he feel bad because you admitted to having a shitty mental state?

He cums on your leg so you praise him for it.

"Do you want me to help you wash up?" You shake your head. He fails to mask his guilt. You're glad he left you alone in the bathroom because the second he closes the door behind him, you're on your knees.

The palms of your hand dig into your eyes as you curl over on the floor. He's there. You know he is. Just watching you from the furthest corner of the bathroom. Kept at bay by some stupid placebo effects.

Ashley would scold you. Probably tell you to tell your therapist that you've been hallucinating your ex-boyfriend.

You know you're not hallucinating though.

You know what he is.

"...I do miss you, I wish you'd stop letting him come over."

"I don't remember you being the jealous type," you reply dryly. Your tears are blending in with the water that cascades down your pathetically curled-up body.

"I love you, (Y/N). We made a promise that we'd never leave each other, remember? So I'm not leaving."

Calum pretends not to hear your laughter. He stares at your bathroom door in worry as he hears it turning into sobbing. His heartstrings were being stretched thin as your sobbing turns ugly.

Every inhale and exhale, rubbing your throat raw as it echoes from the bathroom.

But as Calum stands he's met with the sight of a man dressed in an orange outfit and a haunting mask. The shock was enough to have him fall onto his ass and as he crawls backward, that sickening clinkclinkclink of the man's chains follows.

"What the fuck!? What the fuck!?"

Sal tilts his head, breathing heavily as he wordlessly stares Calum down. Calum turns onto his hands and knees, stumbling over his own feet as he slams your front door open.

Sal shushes you as he gathers you into his arms. Cupping a hand over your eyes he squeezes you close between his legs on the floor of the shower.

You can hear the door slam open, banging onto the wall, but Sal's grip just tightens.

"I've got you. Shh, don't worry, I've got you, baby. Just stay with me."

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peachycoreroo · 4 years ago

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what about some haikyuu boys trying to explain how morning erection works to their s/o? if you could include Kuroo, Sugawara, Oikawa and Satori I'd be more than grateful 🥺

characters: kuroo tetsurou, sugawara koushi, oikawa tooru, tendou satori

genre: smut, a miiiini plot bc i can't control myself

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fem!reader but can be read as gn!reader, also kinda oblivious!reader?, established relationships, the slightest somnophilia (reader is just grinding while oikawa is asleep, he wakes up immediatly tho), handjob, morning wood (obvs), implied sex

authors note: omg this was my first ever request, thank you sm anonnie! i'm so sorry bc i'm pretty sure i got carried away and only kuroo and tendou really fit your request, but i still hope you'll like it<3 this was actually really hard bc i was so anxious about fucking up my first request, i also didn't really know much about morning woods (well now i do heh) and i find tendou kinda hard to write for but i really wanted to make anon happy. i stayed up till 4am for this🧍‍♂️here's a link to my masterlist<3

pt.2: kageyama tobio, haiba lev, hinata shoyo

kuroo tetsurou:

„your dick does what, why now?”

kuroo rolled his eyes. this is the third time he has to repeat himself and you still look at him as if you’ve never heard anything more complicated in your life.

sighing, the tall male leaned back against the headboard of your shared bed, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could, with you finally quenching your curiosity about his morning wood, and said morning wood pressing against his boxers and your sheets.

“one more time, y/n, there’s a number of reasons. first of all, the male body has its peak of testosterone in the morning. basically, the sudden increase of the hormone in the changing stages from being asleep to waking up, can get your guy up.” as he saw you open your mouth to ask a question, he immediately followed with: “yes, even without actually being aroused”, effectively making you shut your mouth again. the fact that he knew exactly what you wanted to ask, made him chuckle. kuroo knew you like the back of his hand.

“another one is that my body is aware of what’s going on, even when i’m asleep. if your ass grazes my dick, it’s gonna react.” grinning proudly, you sat yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

“mhh, i’m glad you can’t resist me, even in your sleep. so… you want some help with that?”

the dark-haired male decided to play along, putting his large hands on your waist, pulling you closer and leaning in, just to stop a few inches from your lips and murmur: “you know, i could also just need to pee really bad”, making you lean back and stare at him dumbfounded.

as much as he wanted to actually teach you about this topic, kuroo would never pass up an opportunity to tease you.

sugawara koushi:

as suga jerked awake, he immediately became aware of his severe case of a morning wood. not only that, but he could also feel your ass pressed up snugly against it.

once the sleep slowly drained from the man’s eyes, he noticed that it was still dark outside and quickly checked the time to see his alarm clock reflecting the numbers 5:50 a.m. back at him. he knew he had to get up at 6 if he wanted to be an exemplary teacher and get to school earlier to prepare for class, but with the way your ass was pushing against his hard dick, his mind was too clouded by lust to care. he needed you, and he needed you now.

“baby, wake up”, in suga’s husky morning voice was the first thing you heard as you were gently stirred awake. when you cracked your eyes open, the silver-haired man was already kneeling between your legs, cock heavy and leaking against your panties.

yawning, you asked concerned: “kou’? what’s wrong? is everything okay?”

not being able to wait any longer, sugawara slowly started grinding against you through your shorts, making your breath hitch and legs spread wider.

“y-yeah, just a morning wood emergency. i can’t go and teach like that. let me use you quickly, princess”, suga almost whined, pained.

trying to hold in your whimpers to understand what led to this, your eyes jumping from the male’s handsome face to his pretty, hard dick, you wondered: “what’s gotten into you?”

at that, suga scoffed, amused at you wanting to know what led to his erection instead of getting to business right away.

“woke up to your pretty lil’ butt all snuggled up against my dick. you make me hard, even in my sleep y/n”, he rasped impatiently, but still wanting to quench your interest.

despite the fact that this was definitely not the most romantic thing you have heard from sugawara koushi, you couldn’t stop the butterflies erupting at the thought of him craving you this badly, even while asleep.

“c’mere kou’”, you softly murmured, pulling him down for a kiss, ready to help your boyfriend’s morning problem.

oikawa tooru:

tonight, wasn’t your night. you barely got a wink of sleep, while your boyfriend slept like a stone beside you. you knew it wasn’t his fault you couldn’t sleep, but that didn’t stop you from sulking like a spoiled child.

you were tired but also incredibly horny, and as if some gods heard the prayers you didn’t even direct at them, you noticed oikawa’s morning erection standing loud and proud under your shared sheets like every morning.

not wasting a moment, you ripped the sheets off him, straddling his lap and grinding your soaked panties against his erect boxer-clad cock. it’s not the worst feeling oikawa has ever woken up to, in fact it was definitely one of the best. everything’s better than being slapped awake by iwa-chan’s shoe hitting him in the face back in high school.

as the tanned man started to fidget and his calloused hands landed on your hips to guide you along his cock, your curiosity about his daily morning wood got the best of you.

“why are you hard every morning, tooru?”, you asked innocently, while not-so-innocently continuing to tease him with your hips.

“u-uh, something about hormones a-and, oh shit, faster babe”, oikawa needily pleaded, not in the mood to be explaining the scientific reason behind his reoccurring morning problem.

unsatisfied with the answer, you stopped the grinding to frown at him and complained: “but i wanna know more, tooru.”

the brunet looked up at you, groaning but knowing you wouldn’t just let it go. “fuck, okay. how about this: you make me cum, and i answer all your questions about… morning woods, after. deal?”

“…deal.”

tendou satori:

you woke up before tendou, feeling his hard-on press against your naked thigh, making you want to continue the fun you had last night.

luckily, your boyfriend also woke up, though not as happy about his morning wood problem as you.

“’tori… i need you”, you seductively purred, letting your petite hand slide down to his erection, wrapping around it and giving it a few slow, lazy pumps. to your surprise, your usually vocal-in-bed boyfriend didn’t moan, but only tensed at your ministrations.

not thinking much of it, you attached your lips to the base of his throat, sucking and licking while giving his cock a hard tuck, hoping to get a pretty moan out of him.

what you didn’t expect however, was for tendou to jump up and run to your bathroom while squealing like a little schoolgirl. dumbfounded, you froze in the position you were in, leaning towards where your boyfriend was laying just a few seconds ago, with your hand in a half-fist.

after a few minutes, the red-haired man sheepishly re-entered the room, scratching the back of his blushing neck with a matching blush on his face.

“i-i uh…”, at his voice cracking, tendou cleared his throat before continuing: “i’m so sorry sweetheart, i didn’t mean to run off like that.”

finally breaking out of your stiffness, you looked at him, puzzled, before asking: “why did you run off? if you didn’t want to make-out, I would’ve understood a simple no.”

“it’s not that! it’s just… morning wood doesn’t always mean i’m horny, sweetie. sometimes it happens when you desperately need to pee.”

“oh”, you awkwardly remarked, “i didn’t know that ‘tori, i’m so sorry. i just thought…”

chuckling, tendou leaned down, kissing your forehead and reassuring you: “don’t worry angel, you never stop learning.”

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buckybarnesdiaries · 4 years ago

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the knight

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

being followed by a creepy guy and saved by a knight.

word count: 792.

warnings/tags: mention of intake of alcohol, some bad language, bucky being a gentleman as always.

author notes: this is based on a true story. nowadays, the guy who ‘saved’ me is one of my best friends. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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You wouldn’t admit that the last shot was what made you want to go home. You didn’t lose time on paying the bill of the last rounds of drinks for your friends, before saying your goodbyes and leaving the bar. The slap of fresh hair to your face felt like coming back to life, taking a deep breath with your eyes on the dark sky, zipping your jacket. It seemed like it was to fall the universal flood and you were in a hurry to come back to your place.

Grabbing your phone, you sent your location to the chat group with your girls to let them know where you were at any moment, not being very wrong when a guy started to follow you as you turned to the next corner. He was following you, pretending casualty, pretending he was in the same direction as yours. It wasn’t, tho.

“Need company, princess?”

You ignored him, starting to walk faster. You weren’t scared, not at all. You knew how to defend yourself after too many classes of self-defense. But by the corner of your eye, you saw he doubled your height and weight, so that fight wouldn’t finish well for you.

“Hey, ‘am talking to you. You deaf?” His voice sounded closer, a little angrier and you could hear the velocity of his steps increasing towards you.

Now, you were in trouble. You could easily start to run since you weren't too far from your home. But you were somewhat paralyzed, keeping your phone in a pocket and grabbing the longer key inside the other, just in case he dared to lay a hand on you. Your heart was racing crossing to the other sidewalk without checking if any cars were driving near, feeling your calves burning by the pressure of walking faster and faster.

“C’mon, we can have so much fun”. The man said this time, too close to reaching you and grabbing your arm.

“Sarah?” A second male voice came to your ears, turning to another man crossing the road. “Hey, Sarah!”

He sounded excited for seeing you, wrapping you in a tight hug before you could react. You were totally lost in the situation until he put an arm on your shoulders and you were able to see the army tags hanging from his neck. He was a soldier. James B. Barnes. Then, he glanced at the guy standing in silence.

“Who the hell are you? Were you pissing my sister?” James rebuked him, placing a hand on the other’s chest to push him away from the two of you.

“No, no… We were… talking”. He lied with a trembling tone, taking a step back, waving his hands to calm the tension.

You couldn’t believe what that stranger was doing for you, feeling safe but still shaking a little under his touch because of the asshole who had been following you.

“Next time I see you, I’m going to make you not want to talk ever again”. The soldier threatened him. “C’mon, doll, I’m taking you home. Mom must be asking herself where the hell are you”.

Not going against his decision, you nodded letting him turn you around and keep walking until you took the next corner. You couldn’t help but stop your track to hug him. At the last second, before he appeared, you were really scared. You were praying for anything you knew to escape from that guy. And seemed like God listened to your prays sending you such a miracle. It was shit to feel like that. To feel like you should have to take care of any gesture, step, piece of clothing you wore. It was shit to have to thank a stranger for saving you. But you did without doubting.

“You didn’t have to, but… I appreciate it. Thank you, James B. Barnes”.

He chuckled at how you pronounced his name.

“From where I come… I’ve been very, uh… polite with that punk”.

“I’m (Y/N), by the way”.

“A pleasure, (Y/N)”. He stretched your hand, causing you to smile briefly. “Listen, if you don’t live too far, I’d… like to really take you home. If you don’t want to, let me call a taxi at least”.

Bucky sounded sincere and worried for you. No hidden intentions beneath his petition.

“I live three blocks away, so… you can come with me if you want”.

“Good, I follow you”.

You nodded before pointing in the right direction with your head, not having any rush now to come back. Even less when you glanced at him taking off his leather jacket to place it over your shoulders, still being an innocent gesture.

“It’s cold”. He justified it, smirking at you with such a charming smile revealing his white teeth.

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svnflowervol666 · 4 years ago

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Pinky Promise (dad!Harry)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Harry introduces a certain special someone to the newest addition of his family.

Author’s Note: Surprise! Here’s some boy dad!Harry on this fine week night. I feel like Harry is almost always written as as girl dad (guilty as charged tho), so I wanted to show the boys some love. I didn’t really call this one an ‘x reader,’ because this one’s mostly about Harry and his bub, but the missus is still there, don’t worry! I hope you enjoy and as always, feedback of any kind, likes and especially reblogs are super helpful to keep me motivated to post more. Take care and TPWK.

The Styles household was always filled with noise. Whether it was contagious laughter echoing off of the walls in the kitchen, the pitter patter of pudgy feet bursting through the back door from the garden, or the low humming of the secondhand record player coming from the living room. The sounds were comforting, reassuring to those that lived there. While the ruckus caused by something like which Joni Mitchell song Harry should play on the guitar before bedtime or what color everyone’s nails should be painted each week might seem chaotic to some, it represented a kind of tranquility that at one point did not seem possible to grasp.

But today, in the modest, ivy-covered cottage with a pastel-yellow door, it was quiet. The sun poured in from the two open windows of the living area, filling the room with a still brightness that only London could emote. Dust particles danced in the light, drifting along through their own invisible current. The beginnings of the city could be seen in the distance, visible in a foggy haze with promises of sweet treats and adventue-packed days. But no sound, as the newest member of the Styles family had commanded the attention and affection of everyone within its walls.

“She’s so little,” the youngest spoke up. Although he was now technically the oldest. He outstretched his hand out to caress the petite foot that stuck out from beneath the periwinkle-colored muslin blanket.

“I know,” Harry replied, watching the swaddled newborn’s toes curl in reaction to being tickled by her brother, “I remember when you were this tiny, too.”

“I was?” he asked, scratching at his chocolate brown curls that never laid flat.

Harry nodded in affirmation, recalling the early morning when his son had been born prematurely. He’d spent nearly ten days resting in an uncomfortable vinyl recliner beside his girlfriend’s, who was now his wife, hospital bed counting down the minutes until the nurse would give them the “ok” to go visit their bub in the NICU. Harry stared in awe at his newborn through the glass of the incubator, using the open portal on the side to reach in and stroke his cheek with the faintest of touches. He was covered in wires and tubes, surrounded by monitors and beeping machines, all tasked with keeping his underdeveloped organs afloat. It was the most pitiful thing he had ever seen, and Harry still has those nights where he’s plagued with memories from the hospital. While the day he became a father was most certainly the best day of his life, it was one of the most traumatic experiences he’s ever been through.

“Mhmm. You were actually even smaller when you were born,” Harry prodded, playfully wiggling his eyebrows at him.

“No I wasn’t! the toddler jabbed back, crinkling his nose up at his parents, his aquamarine colored eyes turning into tiny slits on either side.

“Umm, yes you were,” Harry’s wife replied with a chuckle from where she sat beside the rest of her family on the couch, “We bought the tiniest size clothes we could find and they still didn’t fit your teeny little bum.”

The boy sat confused, trying to comprehend how a person could be smaller than his sister, let alone be so tiny that clothes didn’t even fit them.

“Well, I’m big now. Right?”

“Much bigger,” Harry reassured him, “But now that you’re bigger, you have t’ take care of your sister. You have to teach her how to be kind and share your toys with her. Think yeh can do tha’?”

“Yes! C-can she swim with me in the pool?” he stumbled over his words, overjoyed by the idea of someone always being around to play his sacred water games with him in his nana’s pool.

“Not yet, bubba,” Harry laughed, tickled by his son’s enthusiasm, “We have t’ wait until she’s a little bit older. But I’m sure she’d love to swim with you at Nana’s when she knows how.”

“Okayyy,” the boy replied, slightly defeated.

“Do you want t’ hold her?” Harry asked, gesturing to the sleeping bundle in his lap, her puffy eyelids closed peacefully as tiny, sporadic grunts left her little belly.

“Yeah, but I don’t know how,” he professed, his plush, pink toddler lips turning down into a frown.

“’S alright, I’ll show you,” Harry then carefully shuffled from his position on the couch, turning so that he was facing his son.

“So, first, you have to make sure you hold her head because she can’t keep it up on her own,” Harry started, reaching over to place the baby girl into his son’s arms.

Unlike the last time, Harry’s hands didn’t shake. He wasn’t afraid like he was before, when his arms trembled as he took his newborn son into his arms for the first time, petrified that he was going to accidentally smother him or drop him and that the worst thing he could imagine would come true. No. This time, his hands were sturdy, protective over his new daughter as he was preparing to introduce her to his firstborn for the very first time.

Harry’s wife looked on lovingly as his son took the baby from him excitingly, his left hand cupping her head gently. Her tired eyes were filled with love when he wrapped his arm protectively around her little tufts of peach fuzz in the best way that a five-year-old with mediocre hand-eye coordination could.

“You also have t’ hold her bum so she doesn’t squirm out of your arms.”

Harry took his son’s hand into his, guiding him to place his tiny forearm along the baby’s back with his palm resting on her diaper-clad bottom. When he was confident of his son’s grip on the infant, he pulled back. He made sure to hover over him with his brawny, tanned arms just ghosting over his son’s. Just in case.

The boy was elated. His sister was warm and soft, and she looked like one of the stuffed animals that he slept with every night. He couldn’t believe that the person he talked to in his mother’s belly every night for nine months and gave kisses to each morning before nursery school was here and real and now she gets to live with him forever.

“She’s so cute,” he spoke in gentle whisper this time, remembering what his mum had told him about being quiet around the baby so that she doesn’t wake up cranky.

He was absolutely smitten over her. Everything about her was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his brief time on Earth: her button nose that sat perfectly above her lips, her miniature fingers wound tightly her fist as if she was ready to fight, her little tongue that barely poked through her mouth each time she yawned. He could stare at her forever if he could.

Instinctively, he pulled her into his bony chest for a hug, squeezing a little too harder than he should have. The baby girl tensed in his grasp at the motion, the beginnings of a shrill whine escaping her pruney lips.

“Whoa, bub. You have t’ be careful,” Harry intervened, loosening his son’s arms so that the baby rested peacefully in the boy’s lap again.

“She’s fragile. You can’t squeeze her like that,” the boy’s mum reminded him.

“Sorry, Baby,” said the boy as he reached down to press his tiny lips to her eyebrow.

Her forehead wrinkled up at the contact, similar to one of auntie Gemma’s baby puppies, thought the boy to himself. He also thought that she kind of looked like one of the puppies too, but he kept that to himself.

Harry and his wife watched their children interacted, how his son was brushing his thumb along her skull, how her face relaxed at the steady motion. They were already in sync with each other, already comforting each other just by their presence. They were both besotted with their daughter, but Harry thinks he might be just a bit more in love with her than his wife. Harry had gotten used to raising his son, while he taught him to be a kindhearted and gentle creature, there had always been a degree of roughness to which he interracted with him. His daughter, however, was made of glass, Harry had convinced himself. He vowed to do whatever it took to make sure she never shed a single tear because of him or anything else he had control over.

Now, Harry had two babies. One boy and one girl, just like his family before this one. The similarities slightly terrified him. His son was soft and gentle and loving, just like Harry had been as a child. He was sensitive, always yearning to be held and touched in the way that Harry had when he was his age. His daughter, even though she was only a few days old, was already a stubborn little fighter like his sister. She cried her lungs out within her first few hours of being born, kicking and screaming until it looked like her face was turning blue. She hated the harsh lights that the doctors shone in her eyes and their cold hands that poked and prodded at her belly like she was a science experiment. It wasn’t until she was in the arms of her family that her wailing subsided.

It was thoughts like these that felt surreal to Harry. He never saw himself as someone that could be in the position he is now. He’d always thought he’d be an eternal bachelor, someone who only ever stayed with someone for a certain period of time before everything inevitably blew up in his face and he’d be back at square one. He never thought that he’d be the type of person with a wife and a white picket fence and a slew of babies; he never thought that he could be the type of person who could be this happy.

“Bubby, can I ask you to promise me something?” Harry asked as he scooped the boy into his lap, making sure the baby was secure so that the three of them laid in one pile on the couch.

He pulled his wife closer as well, making sure they were shoulder to shoulder and he felt surrounded on all sides by the ones he loved the most.

“What?” his son asked, peering up at his papa with huge eyes that resembled saucers, his long, dark eyelashes brushing his brow bones.

“I want you to promise me,” Harry began, wrapping his arms tighter around his two babies, resting his chin in the crook of his son’s neck, “tha’ whatever happens t’ the two of you, no matter how many times you get into fights. No matter how mad you might make each other. That you’ll love her. No matter what. That you’ll always be her big brother.”

Harry hadn’t realized, but his voice trailed off near the end. His voice was just above a whisper, so quiet that only his son could hear. He pressed his lips to side of his bub’s forehead, an attempt to soothe both his son and himself.

“Can yeh do that f’ me?”

The boy in Harry’s lap pondered his father’s words. His finger went absentmindedly to stroke his sister’s hand, astonished when her fingers unfurled from the tight fist they’d been bound in all day. He slipped his pinky into her palm just as her muscles relaxed so that she was now clutching tightly to his digit.

He had no idea of the weight that Harry’s words carried. He had no idea of the thoughts of uncertainty that haunted Harry about never getting to this point in his life. He doesn’t understand the cruelty that exists outside the walls of his home besides the pesky little boy in his class that borrows his crayons and doesn’t give them back. He doesn’t know that other children don’t grow up in homes with parents that love each other like his do.

He didn’t know any of these things, but he sensed that it meant a great deal to Harry, and he wanted to make sure that his father knew he could count on him for anything because he loved him with all of his heart and Harry proved that to him every single day.

“Pinky promise, papa,” the boy responds, loosening his hand that was wrapped around his sister to offer it to Harry.

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writerbyaccident · 4 years ago

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Being There (Yandere Izuku Midoriya x Reader)

Request: I'm not sure if your ask box is open or not but you do some really nice yandere fics! I was wondering if you could do a yandere Deku fix where the reader is supper shy (because of trauma) and has depression episodes where she doesn't eat for days but she still likes cuddles and sleeping. Basically a depressed cinnamon roll. You dont have to I'm just tho 👉👈. My depression has been getting pretty bad these past few months and I need comfort.

Author’s Note: hey lovely! I just wanted to say that I am so proud of you for getting through these last few months. I know how hard depression can be, so if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m always here 💖

Trigger Warning: depression

Izuku hated the times when he had to leave you behind.

The whole reason that he had brought you home with him, after all, was so you wouldn’t have to spend those tough days alone ever again. Well, he supposed that wasn’t the whole reason—his own needs and desires may have influenced his decision just a little bit— but it was still the aspect that haunted him when he had to leave for work every day. Really, Izuku wished that he could stay with you every second of every day, either by cuddling with you in bed or by finding a way to just tuck you into his pocket and keep you by his side all day long, where he could keep you safe and happy.

But even if he had had a job that he hated, Izuku would have still had to work if he wanted to take care of you. And he was lucky enough to have a career that he loved, along with someone he loved waiting obediently for him at home. It was of those facts that he reminded himself when he was forced to say goodbye to you in the morning. They didn’t make it any easier to leave you though, especially when you were having one of your bad days.

“Angel,” he whispered in your ear, one arm wrapped securely around your waist while the other rested on your chest, where Izuku could comfort himself with the feeling of your heartbeat at his fingertips. “Angel, I’m sorry, but it’s time for me to get ready for work.”

It was one of those days, he knew, when you couldn’t get out of bed, not to eat, not to drink, not at all. You had been having many of those days recently, days where it was all that you could do to let him hold you. Izuku hated leaving you on those days, hated not being there to comfort you. Sweeping his lips over your shoulder with a delicate tenderness, Izuku squeezed you against him tighter for a moment, wanting to reassure you that he was with you, that he was there for you.

“Really? Already?�� you murmured hazily. Taking a deep breath, you summoned the effort to turn over so that you were facing Izuku, the effort of moving making your body even more exhausted in its emptiness.

“I’m sorry, princess, but I have to get up.”

Raising your eyes up to Izuku’s soft green ones, you fixed him with a sad but resigned stare, one that broke his heart to see. Not sure what else to do, Izuku brought his lips to your shoulder again, this time peppering your skin with kisses all over. He started at your shoulder, yes, but didn’t stop there, instead continuing onto the crook of your neck, then onto the shell of your ear, and finally onto every inch of your face. If he had to leave, Izuku thought, he wouldn’t do it without shielding you in his love first.

Rather than try to pull away as you oftentimes did in the face of his love though, this time you leaned forward, pushing yourself further into the safety and comfort of his touch. You did tend to get more affectionate on your hard days, Izuku realized, though never before had you nuzzled your way deeper into his arms, burying your face in his chest. The true marvel was, however, came when you laid your arm over him. That was definitely something that you hadn’t done before. And although your grip wasn’t nearly as solid or unwavering as his own, Izuku couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when you so clearly needed him, needed his touch.

“Do you have to?” you asked, your words muffled from the way your face was still hidden in his chest. His mind positively whirring in contemplation, Izuku pulled away ever so slightly, not even by a full inch.

“Yes, I have to go to work, angel,” he said. Unable to face being left alone on such a day, you shook your head desperately, clinging to Izuku all the more tightly.

“Please don’t leave. Can’t you stay home today? I want you to stay here with me.”

At those words, Izuku couldn’t help but squeeze you tightly, as if he might be able to hold you together with his touch alone. Stroking your back soothingly, he pressed yet another kiss, this time to the very top of your forehead.

“Oh, angel,” he murmured, “you know I can’t say no to you. I’ll call in sick, and we can have a cuddle kind of day today.”

Yes, if Izuku had a choice, if he lived in a perfect world, he would never leave you behind. So when you asked him so sweetly to stay, especially when you needed him so much, he simply couldn’t bring himself to pull away. The very moment that he even suspected that you would ask for him to stay was the very moment that he would stay with you, sheltering you in his love.

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Chapter 20

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Harry X OFC (AU)

Sequel to Brutality: In which Melody and Harry must relearn how to navigate one another among a flurry of changes.

Read previous parts here.

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Harry and Melody spent Saturday morning curled up under the sheets, recovering from their late night, when Melody hadn’t been able to fall asleep for hours. Eventually, toward midday, Harry coaxed her out of bed and they each packed a bag. He had no clue what he was supposed to wear to this party. And when he asked Melody, she smiled mischievously at him.

“Actually,” she began, “I bought you an outfit.” She giggled to herself, and Harry was so glad to hear her laughter after the night before that he wasn’t even bothered by her picking out his clothes. Until she followed up with, “You’re gonna hate it.”

Harry groaned, stuffing a pair of socks roughly into his suitcase.

“It’s in my suitcase already. Do you wanna see it?” Melody asked.

He shook his head. “Absolutely not. I might decide not to go.”

Melody thought he was probably right. She continued to pile things into her suitcase until she felt satisfied that she wasn’t forgetting anything, and then she sat on the edge of the bed while Harry dug through the closet for clothes to wear that day. She could tell he was agitated. He threw four different pairs of jeans across the floor, as if he was looking for something less casual, but Melody knew that the only other things he owned were sweatpants or athletic shorts.

“Harry,” she said, interrupting his frustrated rummaging. “Just wear the jeans. The black ones are fine.”

“Are they?” he asked, turning around and leaning against the closet door.

“Yes.” She nodded toward a rumpled pair that he’d tossed. “They’re fine. Does it look like I’m wearing a dress?” She gestured toward her outfit—a simple pair of black leggings and a chunky yellow sweater, old enough to be fraying at the edges.

Harry pulled at his lower lip and then let out a defeated breath, reaching for the black skinny jeans to pull them on over his briefs. He turned back toward the closet when he’d done up the button, but Melody spoke before he could begin picking through his clothes again.

“Just a t-shirt,” she encouraged. “Whatever you want to wear is fine, Harry.”

He muttered under his breath, something that Melody couldn’t make out, reaching for a plain blue t-shirt and pulling it over his head before he could second guess the decision. He smoothed the cotton down on his abdomen and then made his way back to the mattress, zipping up his suitcase. Melody was watching him when he looked at her next, and his lips formed an unhappy frown as he studied her face.

“Your parents are gonna think I fuckin’ beat yeh,” he whispered, grasping the back of her jaw to turn her head, examining her skin. Somehow, a good portion of her jawline seemed unharmed. Most of the bruises were faint, and without looking for them, they might go unnoticed. But the one on her chin was dark and splotchy. Although they’d iced it before going to bed, there was no hiding that one.

Melody caught Harry’s wrist before he could prod at the bruise. She shook her head incredulously. “I would tell them the truth before I let them think that, Harry.”

“Yeh’re ready to tell them that?” he asked, raising a doubtful eyebrow. “That yeh’re fightin’ in illegal boxin’ matches?”

Melody drew in a long breath before she let go of Harry’s hand, looking down while she picked at the hem of her sweater. “Not really.”

“I didn’ think so.”

“But if it came down to it,” she insisted. “If that’s what they thought, I would tell them the truth.”

Harry licked his lips, watching her fingers work at a loose string. “Do we have another explanation?” he asked. The thought made him tense. He hadn’t even met these people yet, and already he was concocting lies to feed them. How could they ever like him when this was their first impression?

“We can just say I f—”

“Do not say yeh fell,” Harry dismissed with a roll of his eyes. He could still remember her using that excuse on him, and the annoyance he felt then blossomed in his belly all over again. “Yeh’re not fuckin’ clumsy, Melody. Tha’s a horrible story.”

“Well, what’s your idea, then?” she prompted, folding her arms together.

“Jesus, I dunno.” He shrugged, looking around the room for something that could’ve caused a bruise like the one she was sporting.

“Fine. Bea slammed a door into my face.”

Harry looked at her again, frowning. “Well, tha’s rude.”

Melody shrugged. “It was an accident.”

“And it bruised your chin?” he asked. "Didn’ hit your nose?”

She turned her eyes upward, thought for a moment, and then added, “There was a spider on the ceiling. I was looking up. She was coming to kill it.”

Harry scoffed. “Why wasn’ it me?”

Melody let out an airy laugh, lowering her gaze, noticing the crease between his brows. “Do you wanna tell my dad you slammed a door into my face?”

Harry pursed his lips and then gave a short, acquiescent nod. “No, tha’s fine. It was Bea.”

Melody glanced at the clock on the bedside table as she laughed. She tilted her head when she saw that it was only just after noon. “I say we watch a movie before we go.”

“What?” Harry followed her gaze to the clock. “Yeh don’ wanna get there—”

“Unless you wanna spend extra quality time with my mom?”

Harry pressed his palms to his face. He was still tired, and the strange feeling in his gut wasn’t excitement for the day. It was closer to nausea. “What movie?”

***

Harry’s knuckles were chalk-white on the steering wheel of the car he and Melody had rented. His other hand was curled up into a fist in his lap. Melody had been playing Fleetwood Mac through the stereo for the past two hours, but it wasn’t having the effect that she’d hoped. Harry didn’t seem to be able to hear anything. And he hadn’t spoken a word since only a few minutes after they’d left.

“Hey. Hey.”

He blinked, turning to glance briefly at her before watching the road again. She was staring at him, a deep-set frown on her face. “What?”

“Harry, relax.”

“‘M fine.”

Melody rolled her eyes, watching him adjust his grip on the wheel, the skin over his knuckles loosening and then tightening all over again. She reached out to touch his arm. “Switch hands.”

“What?”

“Harry, switch your hands.”

He sighed, placing his fisted hand on the wheel and peeling the other away, stretching it out. Melody pulled his hand from the air, flattening his palm against her thigh and kneading his stiff fingers.

“I can tell when you’re worked up, okay?” she said. “Don’t tell me you’re fine.”

Harry wetted his lips, drawing in a deep breath. Melody stretched his fingers out when she was done massaging them. Then she lifted his hand to her mouth, pressing kisses to the old scars that shone across his knuckles. When she was finished, she laid his hand back in her lap, open, and gently traced the lines in his palm. She could almost feel the tension draining from him.

“Are you scared to meet my parents?”

Harry eased onto the brakes as traffic slowed and muttered, “‘M not scared.” He blinked languidly, shivering as Melody’s fingers drew up the inside of his wrist.

“Nervous, then,” she amended. “You know their opinions don’t mean anything to me, right?”

Harry frowned, looking at her fully when their lane came to a standstill. “They’re your family.”

“Sure.” She nodded, leaning her temple into the headrest. “But how they feel about you isn’t going to affect how I feel. I love you, okay? I think they’ll see that, too.”

Harry’s gaze was repeatedly drawn to the ugly bruise at Melody’s chin. He sighed, turning to face the street again, creeping forward as the line of cars began to move again. “How much do they know about me, anyway?”

“Some.” Melody glanced out the window. It was a dreary day. Old snow was still packed along the sides of the highway and thick clouds hung in the sky, letting only occasional sunlight filter through. “I had to tell them about Colton,” she continued. She hated saying his name. “I mean, you were in a coma for months, and I didn’t finish my semester and I wouldn’t come home. And I told them you were a boxer, but I left out a lot of the details. My dad thought that was cool.”

Harry snorted. Melody smiled at the sound, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

“I didn’t tell them about your mom,” she said, turning to look at his profile. She curled her fingers between his, keeping his hand in her lap. “Or your dad. Or anything else, really. They know we used to go to school together.”

Harry nodded, drawing in a deep breath. He hesitated before he spoke again. “You don’ think they...blame me for yeh bein’ out of classes?”

Melody’s brows furrowed. She leaned closer to him, confused. “Do you think that’s your fault?”

He was silent, his eyes unmoving.

“Harry,” Melody said, “you can’t take the blame for any of that. Not finishing my semester—that’s because what happened was really traumatic for me. No one could’ve expected me to do schoolwork. I think my parents understand that.”

“But yeh’re still not takin’ classes when—”

“I wasn’t ready. And that still isn’t your fault.” She couldn’t believe he had been blaming himself for the time she’d taken off from school. Were there other things he felt he was responsible for? “Whatever you’re thinking about yourself, whatever’s going on in your head, no one else is thinking that. Least of all my parents. They haven’t even met you yet.”

“Can’ believe you want them to,” he muttered.

“Harry.” She groaned in frustration, squeezing his hand. “Why wouldn’t I want them to meet you? Do you hear anything I say to you?” She shook her head. “I love you. I’m in love with you.”

Harry pressed his lips tightly together, giving Melody's hand a squeeze in return.

“Just try to relax, okay?” She stroked his knuckles. “It’s not going to be as horrible as you think it is,” she insisted, reaching across the console to comb hair back from his face. It was getting a little long, a little harder to tame, a bit bothersome as it tickled his cheeks and neck, and she often caught him pushing at it. “Oh, they also think I’m working at a bookstore, okay?”

Harry shook his head. “Right.” He couldn’t imagine how they would react if they learned the truth.

They lapsed back into silence, nothing but the quiet music for sound. Harry seemed lost in his own world again for the rest of the drive, but at least he seemed more at ease. His hand no longer seemed painfully tight on the wheel, and the hand in Melody’s lap, which had been clammy when she’d first taken in, was no longer radiating heat. But he pulled away from her as she directed him down her street and he turned into her parents’ driveway, putting the car into park. A four hour drive and all of the effort Melody put into keeping him relaxed, and suddenly his nerves reignited.

He leaned forward, shaking his head as his eyes scanned the property. The house itself was large and looming. There was a fountain running in the front garden, stone siding around the front porch, flowerbeds stretching around the garage. “This is your house?”

Melody sighed. “I know it looks like a lot, but that’s only because my dad built it. If he didn’t, we wouldn’t have been able to afford half of this.”

“Oh God, Mel,” he murmured, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead into the top of the steering wheel. He hadn’t turned the engine off yet. “What the fuck am I doin’ here?”

Melody shook her head. “Harry, I told you that you didn’t have to come.”

“I know,” he said, looking up at the house again. He didn’t think he’d ever been inside a home that looked this expensive before. “Fuck, I know what yeh said.”

“You’re gonna be fine,” Melody murmured. She reached for him, lifting his face away from the wheel. “Come here.”

Harry leaned toward her, trying to take a deep breath, and then she was kissing him. Her fingers tucked hair behind his ears before she cupped his jaw, lips pressing comfort into him somehow even more firmly than any words. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, holding her in place, kissing her until he’d begun to forget why he was nervous in the first place.

“It’s okay,” she whispered as she pulled away, sensing the shift in him, still running her thumbs along his jaw. “Really. Look, my dad’s truck isn’t even here.” She pointed out the empty space where he usually parked. “You’ll just meet my mom for now.”

Somehow, that calmed him. Harry glanced at the house once more. Melody’s hands fell into her lap. She waited for him to say something, but all he offered was a soft “okay” before he twisted the key in the ignition, cutting the engine, and threw open his door to step out of the car. They collected their suitcases from the back seat and trailed up to the porch. Harry tried to flatten out the wrinkles in his shirt as Melody rang the doorbell. The sound of it chiming inside the house made Harry’s heart leap in his chest.

It was only a moment before the door opened. Melody’s mother stood there in a bright green dress, a curious smile on her face as she glanced at Harry over Melody’s shoulder. And when her eyes trailed down to his jeans, he tried not to shift in discomfort. “Hi, sweetheart,” she greeted Melody, leaning in to give her a hug. “I thought you’d be here earlier.”

“I had to run into work for a bit,” Melody lied. Harry tried to keep his face neutral as her mom stepped back and directed her attention to him.

“You must be Harry.”

He gave her a curt nod. He could see Melody in her features, in the thin bridge of her nose and the set of her eyes. “Nice to meet yeh, Mrs. Rhoden.”

“Beth,” she corrected, smiling. “You went to school with Melody when you were younger?”

“For a few years.”

“What a small world,” Beth said, finally stepping back to allow them inside.

***

Harry wasn’t shocked to see that the inside of the house looked just as upperclass as the outside. He and Melody had escaped to her bedroom only a few minutes after they arrived, after the short greetings with her mother, to put away their suitcases. He had very nearly laughed when he saw that her walls were painted a bright bubblegum pink. Books were stacked sideways on a set of shelves in one corner, overflowing onto the floor, and there were stuffed animals piled up in the next corner.

“What’s so funny?” she’d demanded.

“Nothin’,” he'd said with a grin. “Absolutely nothin’.”

They ate dinner with Beth, and it really wasn’t nearly as bad as he’d been prepared for. She asked simple questions about him, about where he’d lived, about his family, and he didn’t have trouble answering her truthfully. She already knew about Colton, and explaining about his mother and the lack of contact with his father was somehow easier than it had ever been.

“Why don’t we go for a walk?” Melody had asked when they’d finished eating. She was surprised by how well Harry was handling interacting with her mom, especially after his behavior when they’d arrived. And she was even more shocked by the way he had opened up. She never expected him to reveal so much information about himself, especially to someone he’d only just met, but she didn’t want him to get overwhelmed. “We could walk to Littlewood.”

“The school?”

She’d nodded and Harry had agreed, so they’d bundled up and set out along the sidewalk.

Melody almost regretted her suggestion by the time they reached the school. It was cold and dark, with only the occasional streetlight to illuminate their path. And somehow she’d ended up with snow in her left boot, melting into her sock. But Harry didn’t seem bothered at all. His breath was condensing into clouds before him as he looked at the front doors to the building. Being here felt incredibly strange, like he was somehow sorting through someone else’s memories.

“How’re we gonna get in?” he asked after a few moments.

Melody turned to him in confusion, only half of his face visible in the moonlight. “In? You wanna go inside?”

“Sure.” He shrugged before peeling his gaze from the doors, his lips turning upward in amusement as he caught sight of her expression. “Are yeh scared?”

“To break into a building? It makes me nervous, yeah.”

Harry snorted. “Mel, yeh’re already a criminal.”

“But it would be kind of impossible for me to go to jail when half the city’s police force is in on the crime,” she protested. “What happens if we get caught here? Is Brian gonna vouch for us, make sure any charges are dropped?”

“If he needs to,” Harry answered with an affirmative nod. “Owes us, doesn’t he?”

Melody chewed on her lip, studying his face for some hint of humor, but he seemed genuine. He wanted to go inside. And he didn’t think they’d get into any trouble. She wasn’t quite convinced, but she sighed and swept her gaze along the length of the school anyway. It was cold out here and a short wander through the halls might offer some relief.

“Maybe there’s an open window into one of the classrooms,” she muttered.

Harry was grinning when she looked at him again. She watched his bright smile disappear in the darkness as a rolling cloud overtook the moon, and then he was tugging at her coat sleeve, pulling her hand from her pocket and lacing his fingers with hers. He led her toward the closest window, using his free hand to test if it gave, but it was latched, so he dragged her along to the next window.

They continued like that, around the side of the building, Melody shivering, until Harry pulled upward on a window that squeaked in protest.

“We have a winner,” he whispered. Although there was no one around, it felt right to stay quiet. Breaking into buildings didn’t seem like an activity that required any sort of volume. He let go of Melody and used both hands to pry the window open farther, wide enough that he would be able to fit his body through the opening.

Melody stuffed her hand back into her pocket, turning around to make sure that they weren’t being watched. The closest house was past a thin line of trees, but the moon was uncovered now, and if someone were to look, she didn’t think they’d have much trouble catching the two of them.

“Let me go first,” Harry murmured, reaching for the windowsill and poking his head inside.

“Wait,” she hissed, grasping his elbow to hold him in place. A sudden thought had occurred to her. “Harry, aren’t there cameras?”

He pulled back to look at her, frowning. “Probably. But yeh think they run through the feeds without a reason?” Turning his body, he leaned back against the brick wall, pulling Melody toward him. He saw how red her nose was and pressed his hands to her cold cheeks, warming her skin. “Mel, we’re not gonna leave any clues that we were here. Why would they check the video?”

She merely shrugged.

“Do yeh not wanna come in with me?” Harry asked.

“No.” She shook her head quickly. “I mean yes, I’ll go.”

“Okay.” Harry delivered a quick kiss to her lips, then shifted back to the window, he lifted himself through the opening, feet first, and his shoes squeaked against the tile floor of the classroom he landed inside. He glanced around, and in the bit of light leaking through the window behind him, he could see books lining the shelves along one wall.

“C’mere,” he said, turning back around to reach for Melody. She swung a leg over the sill, holding his shoulders as he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her inside. “Watch your head.”

She landed in front of him and immediately wrinkled her nose. “It smells like bleach in here.”

Harry nodded in agreement. “Smells like school.”

The moon disappeared again and the classroom grew dark. Harry’s eyes struggled to adjust to the loss of light as he took a couple steps forward, in the direction he remembered seeing the door to the hallway.

“Jesus, fuck—” His foot caught on the leg of a desk, sending it squealing across the tiles. He caught himself on the next seat before he could fall, but he swore again under his breath.

Melody was laughing behind him. “Glad I’m not the clumsy one.”

“Oh, yeah?” Harry turned to glare at her, but he couldn’t make out her face in the darkness. “Can you see?”

Her laughter took a moment to fizzle out. He heard her step toward him. “Are you okay?”

“‘M fine,” he grumbled.

“Why don’t you turn your flashlight on?”

He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone, blinking quickly as light suddenly filled the room. Melody swung the desk that he’d tripped over back into place as she moved in his direction.

“Take your boots off,” Harry said, lifting a foot to strip off his shoe.

Melody frowned. “What?” She turned and followed a trail of water back to the window when he shone the flashlight on his phone in that direction. She sighed, slipping her feet free. Harry waited for her, and then led her out into the hall, making sure the door stay unlocked, leaving their boots in the classroom.

Harry made his way along, Melody on his tail, shining his light at the walls as they walked. He recognized a few of the teachers’ names. It took a few minutes to figure out where they’d come in and then he knew what direction they needed to go. Melody didn’t have a clue where they were going until they were standing in front of a familiar row of lockers. She scanned their surroundings when Harry stopped and she pictured the scene all over again. Harry, much younger, much smaller, shoved inside one of these lockers while the taller boys laughed.

“Was it this one?” she asked, stepping forward and placing her hand on a locker.

Harry shook his head and patted the metal door of the one beside her. The sound echoed through the empty hall.

“Never liked small spaces,” he muttered, pulling the latch to swing the locker open, peering at the schoolbooks and binders that it now held.

“You’re claustrophobic?”

Harry shrugged. Melody was floored. She never thought he was scared of anything. Logically, she knew that he had to be, but he didn’t seem at all fearful of Colton. Just hateful. Claustrophobia?

She hummed, linking her arms at her chest.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Tha’s not your ‘nothin’’ face.”

Melody snorted and lifted one shoulder. “I just didn’t see it, I guess.”

“Yeh didn’? Feel like yeh woulda picked that one up real fast.”

Maybe he was right. The more she thought about it, the more claustrophobia seemed an obvious dread. Harry, however complex and confusing she found him, liked control. He liked using his body as a tool, placing himself in or out of situations, forging his own path. An inescapable space, a locker that constrained his movements, these weren’t surprising aversions.

“A little slow on the uptake there,” Melody whispered.

Harry turned away from her, staring into the depths of the shallow locker. He slammed the door shut again and rapped his knuckles against its surface once more.

“I went to the gym in the next town over that night.” Melody wanted him to look at her, but he was gazing down the opposite hallway. “Told my mum I had a club meetin’ or somethin’.”

“And what did she do when you got in your first fight?”

Harry’s lips puckered. “Was proud of me that first time. For stickin’ up for myself. But the next time I started the fight on my own.”

“She wasn’t as happy with you?”

Harry shook his head. “No. Sounded like she was about ready to hit me herself.”

Melody frowned, playing with the catch of the locker Harry had been stuck inside on that day so far removed from now. “She didn’t, did she?”

“No,” Harry said, turning back toward her. “No, she’s never laid a hand on me. My dad didn’ either, actually. He’s just a dick.”

Melody snorted and gave an understanding nod. She glanced at Harry when a thin silence pressed between them and she was surprised when he broke it. Surprised at the way he broke it.

“Yeh’re the reason I didn’ hate myself,” he muttered, “for the rest of the time I was in school. If yeh hadn’ said anythin’ to me...”

Melody shook her head vigorously. “I didn’t save you any heartache, Harry.”

“No,” he agreed, “but I think yeh made it all less miserable. I didn’ just lie down and take it. And my mom kept me safe at home, and then she couldn’. If I didn’ start fightin’ back, maybe Colton would’ve killed me before I graduated.”

Melody’s blood ran cold and she shook her head again, as though it could clear her mind of the idea.

“Point is,” he continued, “yeh were the catalyst for me. For a lot of who I am. That gym, those people, what I learned—I wouldn’ be here without all of that.”

Melody glanced down the hall in the direction that Harry had been staring. His logic felt like a stretch. But she felt his eyes on her, heavy and warm and intense. And the next thing she new it was his hands on her. They snuck under her coat, beneath her t-shirt, settling on her hips, and he pressed her back against the lockers so quickly that her breath abandoned her.

Their eyes met in the semi-darkness. Harry leaned in until their foreheads met, until Melody could taste his air. His fingers shifted up her waist. She wasn’t surprised when he kissed her, but she still hadn’t recovered her breath and she gasped for it in the brief parting of their lips.

“Let me fuck you,” Harry whispered, shuffling forward until his hips pinned her in place.

Melody’s fingers grasped at the short locks of hair that brushed his ears and settled her head back against the locker, attempting to separate herself from him enough to speak, but there was nowhere for her to go. He was too large, too enveloping, and her words barely felt like they had space enough to leave her tongue. They were quiet and short. “What, here?”

Harry swallowed up her next breath, tightening his hold on her waist and leaning more of himself into her. He traced the inside of her lip with his tongue and reveled in the way she opened up. Her toes slipped against his feet as she tried to gain traction and he fed an arm behind her for support, crushing her to him. The last time they’d been here together they were nearly the same size and height, and now he was lifting her just for their mouths to meet. “Fuck,” he muttered between her lips, “please let me. Let me in.”

Melody could feel him hardening in his jeans. She swallowed down the thick sensation in her throat. She searched for words, something intelligible, but her mind couldn’t organize anything coherent. It only screamed Harry, Harry, Harry in an endless chant. So she nodded, barely even a movement in the little space she was granted, but his mouth returned, greedy and harsh, all sharp teeth and bruising lips. He’d never kissed her like this, never handled her so recklessly. Her toes could no longer find purchase on the tiles. And she couldn’t remember ever wanting him so badly, so desperately that it made her sick to her stomach, but she was nauseous with it.

Harry lowered her to the ground and clawed at the fastenings of her jeans. The loss of pressure made her somehow needier. Her lungs couldn’t expand far enough to grant her the air that she craved, and Harry’s mouth disappeared long enough for him to glance down at his hands before he kissed her again, so hard that her head hit the lockers. She was kicking frustratedly at her pants, trying to free her feet, and she barely tripped out of them before Harry was shoving her panties down her thighs, nearly ripping them.

Melody was beginning to sweat beneath her coat as she shimmied free from her undies. Her fingers dug into Harry’s shoulders as she finally kicked them off, and she didn’t have a moment to prepare before he angled one of her thighs up and sank himself inside her.

She choked on an intake of air, her upright leg shaking. She hadn’t noticed him undoing his own pants, but he’d obviously gotten them open and she could feel the metal of his zipper pressed again her skin, his boxers tugged down just enough to free his cock. Harry grunted against her chin as he drove himself into her again.

Melody’s ears rang for a moment. A chunk of her hair was stuck in a metal piece of the locker behind her and it pulled against her scalp with each one of Harry’s thrusts. All she could hear was his shallow breathing, the forceful outlet of air each time his hips slapped against her, the feel of his jeans biting her thighs. And this was all she could handle, the feel of him, the sound of his strained panting, the lingering taste of his mouth. Neither one of them seemed able to find enough extra energy to speak.

Harry’s head knocked into Melody’s chin as his bared teeth searched for her throat. He could feel her pulse beneath his tongue, taste the sweat that was beginning to collect along her skin. The roots of his own hair were growing damp and the knowledge that he was working her just as hard only sharpened the force behind his thrusts. But this angle was wrong. It made everything harder, from the way he held Melody’s thigh to the angle of her hips.

Melody gasped when Harry pulled out of her, peeling her heavy eyes open to stare up at the ceiling. He dropped her thigh, let her feet return to the floor, and she stumbled to find balance before he spun her around and pressed her flat against the lockers. His knee separated her legs enough to fit himself back between them. His hands lifted her hips until she rose onto her toes and he buried his cock back inside of her.

A sharp, shrill noise left Melody’s throat. She turned her face until her cheek rested flush against the locker at her front, skin already warming the cold metal. She wanted desperately to peel off her coat but Harry’s torso flattened against her back, pressing the material even tighter to her. His breath stirred the hair at the top of her head, warming and slicking the metal around her face.

Air hissed from between Melody’s parted lips as Harry’s hips knocked into her, as he developed a rhythm that was somehow quicker than her pounding heart, as his palm pressed into the back of her hand where it lay against the next locker. She moaned, too high, broken by a staggered thrust as Harry widened his stance. His forehead met Melody’s temple, nose to her cheek, open mouth against the corner of her jaw, just beside her ear.

“Fuck, fuck,” she muttered, so breathily that she doubted it was audible. Harry’s gasps, his carnal grunting, the grating moans that he let slip were feeding directing into her ear. He kissed her neck. He teethed the edge of her earlobe and then tilted his head to bury his nose in her hair, still heaving at the edge of her jaw.

Melody slid her hand up the lockers when she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm. She brought the edge of her thumb to her lips. Harry was forceful, vigorous, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He released a deep moan as she tightened around him and she felt her last bit of control slip.

Melody panted and whined and twitched against Harry’s chest. Her fingers wiggled beneath his hand. She constricted around his cock, drawing a deep ache from his belly, rocking his steady pace into a frenzy.

“Coming, ‘m fuckin’ coming,” he nearly sobbed, slamming the side of a fist into the locker above her head, forcing his other arm in front of her and anchoring it around her hips. He drove forward twice more, listening to the lockers rattle, listening to Melody whimper into her own wrist, until he was bursting inside of her. His fingertips twisted into her hip and he held her as close as he could get her, as deep as can be and somehow still craving something deeper. He spilled everything he had, even more than he knew he could give, and Melody clawed at the metal lockers but let him fill her until he was completely finished.

Harry winced as he slid out of her. He was tender. He hadn’t only ruined Melody, but he’d wrecked himself, and he had to be gentle as he tucked his dick back into his briefs. When he’d zipped up his jeans he felt different, like he was viewing the scene from a new perspective, removed from what they’d just done.

Melody’s cheek was still pressed to the lockers, her breath catching on her wrist, her other hand braced beside her. As Harry watched, she drew one socked foot across the tiles until her shaking legs met, but she didn’t turn, didn’t even open her eyes. Her face was twisted up and his stomach dropped, a wave of anxiety rushing through him.

“‘M sorry,” Harry said, an ache in his voice. His stomach rolled again. He lifted a hand to touch her back and then changed his mind, clenching his fingers into a tight fist. “Did I hurt you? Mel?”

She shook her head in the faintest gesture and finally lifted her cheek from the blue paint of the lockers. “No, no,” she whispered.

Her voice had cracked and Harry clenched his jaw. He’d never touched her like that before, never even faced her away from him, never been so desperate to get off that he hadn’t worried about how she felt. Because that was how he’d treated girls before her and that was not how he treated Melody. Now there was a hollow feeling in his chest.

“‘M sorry,” he repeated, quieter, more apprehensive.

“Please, don’t,” she replied. She turned around, keeping her weight balanced against the lockers. Her cheek was red where it had been pressed to them and the rest of her skin was flushed. Sweat matted loose strands of hair to her forehead. “Don’t be sorry, Harry.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good. I swear.” The edges of Melody’s lips curled and she reached for his coat. “You didn’t hurt me. You didn’t do anything wrong. Nothing. I’m great.”

Harry took a step forward as she pulled on him, still searching her face, a deep crease between his brows. She held his jaw and her hands were cold against his damp skin, frigid as ice. He grasped her wrists, felt her pulse beneath the skin, strong and erratic, but beginning to steady.

“Yeh’re sure yeh’re okay?”

“So sure. It felt good Harry, I promise you. God, I wish I could tell you how good it felt.”

Harry swallowed back the worry that had begun to climb up his throat and exhaled. He shut his eyes, resting his forehead in Melody’s hair, a hand falling from her wrist as her fingers snaked around the back of his neck. They pressed into the muscles on either side of his spine. Her lips, wet and soft and warm, sponged at his chin, up his jawline until even her toes couldn’t lift her any farther. She sighed against his collar as she fell back onto her heels.

“Not to ruin the moment,” she whispered, barely above a breath, “but I need to get to the bathroom before I start leaking all over the hallway.”

Harry groaned a defeated sort of sound, trying to reel himself in. He backed away from Melody, letting his eyes run down her bare legs. Juices were already trickling along the insides of her thighs. She wasted no time collecting her pants and underwear from the floor. Harry tapped her bottom as she straightened up.

“Go,” he said, smirking and nodding to the girl’s room down the hall when she turned to look at him. He followed behind as she hastened through the open archway and shut herself into a stall.

“You’re still smiling, aren’t you?” she asked from the other side of the door. Delayed lights flickered on, sensing their entrance. Harry leaned against the wall across from a mirror and shrugged as he looked at his reflection.

“Yeah. So?”

“You’re so smug.”

“And?”

The toilet flushed and Harry watched Melody’s socks beneath the stall door as she slipped first into her underwear and then into her pants.

“And,” she continued, stepping back into view as she zipped up her jeans, “I don’t have anything to add.” She studied his smile for another moment before turning to wash her hands.

Harry sidled up behind her, looking at her through the mirror. “Wanted to fuck yeh before I even knew what it meant, Mel.” He tugged at the collar of her coat and placed a swift kiss where her neck met her shoulder. “Middle school me would lose his shit if he could see me now.”

Melody turned off the water and grinned up at him. “And adult you? He doesn’t lose his shit?”

“Nah,” Harry scoffed, letting Melody’s coat fall back into place and taking a step back. “Much too cool.”

She spun to face him and raised a brow. “That so?”

“‘S exactly how it is.”

She trailed the few feet to where he stood and tucked her fingertips into the waistband of his jean, nails brushing the skin at his hips. Harry’s smile morphed, teeth closing over his bottom lip but still smug.

“I think you’re wrong,” Melody whispered.

Harry took a single step back and she matched him. “‘M not wrong.”

Her brow arched further, knuckles tickling his stomach as they crept inward along his waistband. He held her stare until she popped the button of his jeans.

“Please don’ do this,” he muttered.

“Kiss me,” she said, soft, a request. Harry leaned forward to reach her lips. He’d only just brushed them with his own when Melody yanked her boots from his hand and twirled toward the hallway. “Definitely too cool.”

Harry grinned after her, watching her disappear around the corner. He fastened the button she’d undone and followed. He found her a few paces down the hall and reluctantly he lifted his watch.

“‘S almost ten, love.”

Melody whipped her head around, her expression one of disbelief. “You’re kidding.”

“‘M not.”

“Fuck.” She stuffed her hand into her pocket and fished out her phone, checking that he had the correct time. “We need to go. My dad will kill us both. Me first so you have to watch.”

“Mel, yeh’re an adult.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m immune to knives.”

Harry took one last glance at the familiar row of lockers, searing every detail of tonight into his memory, and then followed Melody as she dashed toward the classroom that they’d come in through.

Chapter 21

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deciphered-narrator · 4 years ago

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TAG GAME: Introduce your wip by writing a one star goodreads review for it.

No one tagged me in this, I just saw it and thought it was hilarious.

This is for my wip Ignis:

1/5 stars: The main character is insufferable, like she's erratic and indecisive and I'm supposed to think this is because of her "trauma"? I just think she's an asshole. If she was a character on a tv show I would send death threats to the actress. Also her motivations make no sense, she keeps jumping back and forth on whether she wants to return to the castle, just make up your mind! I didn't finish the book, so I didn't get to the reveal that she's being manipulated by a demon, I just think the author is terrible at writing. Also there's too many scenes that just make no sense, like random shit will happen, and the horror scenes aren't very scary either, and there isn't enough action. Not to mention that the setting makes no sense, if it's supposed to be medieval times why do they have advanced technology? And too many questions are left unanswered, it's not like this is the first book in a trilogy or anything

1/5 stars: Uhh so the author wants to write gay characters but it's just a lot of subtext and one character pining after another? Also one of them dies at the end and will definitely stay dead, because it totally hasn't been established earlier that these people can survive getting stabbed. Talk about queerbait and bury your gays. Also one of the gay characters has been in a state of stasis for 200 years and still looks, acts, and thinks like a young adult, but him falling in love with another young adult is a big yikes because of the age difference. Also the author kills off a character of color at the end of the part two, and even though the majority of the cast are POC, I just think that's really problematic.

1/5 stars: The author says the cult isn't supposed to reflect any real-world religions, but I'm going to interpret it as an attack on christianity, even tho it shares nothing in common with christianity other than the religiously-justified imperialism, and petition for this book to be banned

I'll tag: @strangerays, @neshamahs, @isherwoodj, and @artbyeloquent

#idk if that last one happens often in other countries but it's such an american thing lmao #writeblr #tag game #wip: ignis

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adrischrv · 4 years ago

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REGNUM [L.H] - Chapter 5

Author´s Note: Chapter 5 of my king!luke fic already, we finally meet Duke!Michael tho! English is not my first language so lemme know if there are any mistakes.

Word count: 3,808

C1 - C2 - C3 - C4

I have never felt so nervous. Not even the day I arrived at Gardenstone did I remember feeling the headache and tension that had been eating away at me since the night before.

I´d committed great disrespect to the King. I had hurt Luke who- no matter how much he deserved it- was still a possible ally. I could hear my mother scolding me once I was in front of her: “I raised you better than this! You are the Princess of Maredale, Amberly Sarah Campbell! Are you proud of your actions? Your actions affect the entire kingdom and you forgot all about it…"

“Your Highness” Calum spoke on the other side of the door. I opened it and he didn’t smile. “The King wants to see you. The parliament is gathered together with His Majesty Ashton and Queen Elizabeth.”

“Let’s go.”

I avoided the looks at all costs. I did not want to show the fear in my eyes as we walked to the parliament office in the farthest part of the palace. I wouldn’t let Luke look at me either. He would call me a coward and I would not be able to deny it, after all - I was the cowardly princess.

I was lost enough reliving Luke’s words in my head that I hadn’t noticed when we arrived at the office. I did not greet the parliament, a mistake my mother would repeat to me until the end of time.

Calum escorted me to a table with them around at a considerable distance sitting seriously in their seats, with Luke in front of me behind a dais and Ashton behind him. I barely got a good look at him, nor did we make eye contact.

Murmurs began to pour out around me, I couldn’t tell anything from them. I let my head formulate its phrases; surely they were a punishment.

Luke took a few seconds before he shut up the parliament, looked at me waiting for me to say something.

He was giving me a chance to defend myself before I was sentenced.

“I’m sorry.”

My voice was loud and firm enough to achieve silence and get attention. Luke leaned over on the dais inviting me to continue.

“I’m deeply sorry, Your Majesty. I know what I did was truly disrespectful and I regret it.”

From the corner of my eye I saw Ashton whispering something to Calum, he stood up and lowered his shoulders in confusion. Luke’s gaze remained fixed on me for a few seconds, he lowered it, and with a mocking smile, he stood upright again.

“Although your apology was touching, Princess, that’s not why you’re here today.”

Oh…

… What a piece of shit.

“An informant arrived in the early morning from the Gardenstone/Maredale border, apparently there are people-families who have decided to cross that border without the use of official documents thanks to a petition that was approved. The people who cross from Maredale to live with their relatives in Gardestone are asking to have a voice in this kingdom, someone to represent them.”

I had warned him, I did. He signed a petition without reading it and these were the consequences. My mother must have found out days before and this was Luke’s way of dealing with his mistakes without fully recognizing them. Nothing foolish about that.

“Migration has always existed, Your Majesty, why are you asking for this representation now?”

He had more than understood what I was getting at but since I had humiliated myself in front of parliament, the most I could do was to see Luke dismantle his intentions in the wake of his mistakes.

He rolled his eyes, he knew well what I wanted.

“It was not necessary before since this migration was moderate. Now, they can come and go as they please, something that had not been considered possible except for the union that Maredale and Gardestone were going to make.”

"They were”, not “they are” or even “they could”… he really didn’t like the idea.

“Due to this lack of control we will give them what they need and the parliament present with me has come to the conclusion that it is you, your highness” He began to talk heavily, it was hard for him to ask for help. “If you wish to extend your stay in Gardestone, the position of Ambassador is available and eager to be filled.”

Bingo.

This was my chance to be something more, to be useful. My mouth and my thirst to be needed again were ready to say yes…

“It would be an honor to represent my kingdom in this way… but first, I would like a moment alone with His Majesty, if possible.”

In the background, Ashton smiled with approval at my action. I heard my mother’s heels in the distance.

I took the way the parliament cleared the room too quickly as a silent “Thank you”. Something told me that moments before the discussion with their new King had not pleased them and had left them tired.

Luke came down from the dais, hands in his pockets and a tired, disinterested expression but still hard enough to make people kiss his feet. Emphasis on “the people”- me being the exception.

“So? What does the little Maredale beetle have to say?” He laughed when I opened my mouth in protest. “Don’t start, be thankful that last night’s slap will only cost you the mockery.”

He wasn’t just talking about the nickname.

“Why didn’t you tell me what this was all about before…?”

“What for? You humiliated yourself pretty well on your own. And yet I stopped you before I got you down on your knees in front of me… Don’t worry, you’ll do that on another more private occasion. That’s the equivalent of another nickname, dipstick.”

Asshole.

Although his words served the purpose of distracting me, I had to get back to the important issue where I was in control. Because he needed me, to see him admitting it was far from happening but I could take that tiny advantage.

“I accept the position, representing my people,“ I spoke out, or so I thought. “On one condition… I want to be treated as such.”

The laughter that he sent out echoed through the room, at least all the people in the corridor had heard it.

“I’m serious,” I said. He mockingly composed himself. “We are both sick of dealing with the princess. As long as I’m an ambassador I’ll make a living on my own, you can pretend the princess isn’t here and I’ll keep her quiet. I promise. I just want to help.”

He raised an eyebrow with interest.

“That means you’d be serving me too, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

I tried to hide my doubts from his words. If I wanted to be respected I really had to stop living in my mother’s shadow. I couldn’t give up the title, but this deal was taciturn and only until my obligations needed the part of me with a kingdom as my inheritance.

Besides, the princess had nothing to do but observe Luke’s poor decisions. In this way, I would also observe Luke’s poor decisions - even more closely, but I could satiate the needs of the Maredans and I could do so with my own voice.

“I’m serious.” I analyzed the remnants of doubt in him. “Don’t worry about my mother, I’ll talk to her and she’ll understand, I know.“

He snorted, caressed the cheek on which my slap was. He put his hand down and walked over to me, holding it out.

He said, “We have a deal, prin… Amberly.”

The title change made me smile, just a little, as I shook his hand. Then I saw his blue eyes with malice tints disguised. I understood the discreet warning he had given me seconds before, "That means you’d be serving me too, you don’t know what you’re saying,” and no, I didn’t.

My hand shook slightly when I turned the knob in the room my mother was occupying. I walked in a circle down the hall five minutes earlier, organizing my thoughts and how I would explain the business of being an ambassador. After all, I was qualified to be an ambassador; those classes were not in vain. Even if I wasn’t running a country, something was better than nothing and I would defend my position.

“Amberly?”

She spoke from her seat in front of the dresser as a couple of maids packed their things, walking back and forth.

“Go ahead, little one. I was going to look for you before I left just as parliament was meeting” I felt invited into the room by the gesture of her hand, as elegant as ever. “I thought you would be with King Ashton or his sister.”

“Oh, no,“ I said, taking a seat in the corner of his bed. “By the way, what do you think of them, Mother?”

She moved the cigarette holder she was holding in one hand, looking for the answer to my question.

“They are both here while their political advisor directs and cares for Lauxwell. It’s a risky move… Do you know why they do it, to visit Gardenstone?”

Great, I had gotten a trivia lesson by accident.

I forced myself to think about it, curious that I hadn’t done it before. “One, to show Luke that even if it was for a few lousy months they had more experience running a country. And two, analysis of territory; to know if Gardenstone would be willing to make the alliance with them instead of Maredale. I already see that as impossible, Mother. King Luke hates Ashton.”

And me. But he hated Ashton more.

I could bet that Luke would make that change.

“What do you think of him?”

He wasn’t really bad like everyone said. I found Luke eviler than most people, but Ashton…

“He shows dedication to his people, the simple fact of recognizing the damage his ancestors have done is very… sincere,” I answered, without thinking of his other qualities or the friendship (or something more than that) that was growing between us. “I heard that they began to forgive debts.”

“Lauxwell doesn’t forgive debts, the Irwins don’t forgive debts… they just stop collecting for a while.”

The thought of Ashton collecting the kiss we might have had the other night was fleeting and went away instantly.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something else.”

“I’m listening.”

As if she knew what I was going to talk about, she put on a voice that had frightened me since I was a little girl: her queen voice.

“I accepted to be an ambassador” Her silence indicated that I could continue: “It is necessary that the people who come from our kingdom know that there is someone advocating for them. Luke - King Luke has approved a petition for the free movement between the two -”

“If this is your way of throwing a tantrum because the alliance didn’t work out, give me five seconds and I’ll talk to the King.”

“It’s not that, not at all, and please don’t do it,“ I asked, my nerves were stable but I couldn’t find the courage anywhere. “I want to make a living here, be useful here.”

She sighed a couple of times before speaking again, that’s what she did when she was arguing with herself.

“I guess if you accepted you know the consequences. My political power can’t get in the way if something doesn’t feel right in your new job…”

Triumphant with the results of this talk, I threw myself at her in a tight hug.

“Good luck, child. You’re going to need it.”

“Thank you” I let out the air I didn’t know I was holding. “Thank you, Mother.”

“Save your thanks for when I get back. I hope to return and see something new in the King, for a change” We both laugh. “Keep an eye on him, so that he doesn’t give me any more trouble with my border. I love you.”

“I love you.”

“I guess it went well,” Ashton leaned against the door frame. “How do you feel, Maredale Ambassador?”

“Pretty… good,“ I smiled.

His body language betrayed him, it seemed he wanted to come into the room and maybe say goodbye to my mother or ask her for some advice, but something was holding him back. He noticed that I noticed.

“Come with me. Luke asked me to introduce you to… a colleague.”

I nodded, interlocked my arm with his in a strangely familiar act and we started walking.

“Will you tell me a little about your "colleague”?”

“First I need the details of the prank you pulled, why did you apologize to Luke?”

“I slapped him last night, he had nothing important to say to me and started talking nonsense.”

Ashton laughed without discretion, his laugh was very nice.

“Typical of him, I’m glad you did,“ he said proudly, leading us to another part of the palace I hadn’t seen before, "not the apologizing part. Don’t do it, he doesn’t deserve it.”

I played with the long sleeve of my jacket, accidentally pulling his. Instead of getting angry, he held my hand.

“His name is Michael. Son of Queen Susan’s sister, Luke’s cousin, Duke of Greenbush, and your boss,” he explained. “There are no ambassadors, you’re the first, so Luke had to create a system…”

“He needs an alibi in case something goes wrong and my mother arrives asking for someone’s head, he made sure it wasn’t his,” I analyzed aloud. “What a… coward.”

It was liberating somehow to use the word with someone who wasn’t me, for once.

“Why do you know him?” I asked as we walked out of some doors.

“Before, many years ago my father used to visit Gardenstone and bring us on his travels. Luke, Calum, and Michael were the only kids I could talk to… and fight with,“ he looked at the horizon, revisiting his memories

We stopped at what looked like a very perched and forgotten greenhouse behind the palace. The vines covered it quite well, from a distance it looked like a giant pot. Who knows how many animals had made their home there.

“Good morning, Princess Amberly… and Ashton.”

A blond hair appeared behind our backs. Michael’s beard made him look a little big but he bet he was the same age as Calum. He looked formal but not at all scary or anything like his cousin.

Ashton gently slid his hand out of mine, taking a step towards him. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.”

“And we needed more than a while,” Michael replied rather dryly. “If you’ll excuse us, Amberly and I have work to do.”

Ashton nodded, came over and put a kiss on my cheek, and then left. I was left reliving the softness of his lips.

“Are you guys dating?”

Michael’s voice came back. Boss. Work. Focus.

“Ashton and I? No, not at all.” I said quickly. “So… where’s the workplace?”

In a far-from-elegant gesture, Michael pointed to the greenhouse. He was joking, he had to be…

“Luke didn’t want to spend so much on building an office, so part of the budget will go to remodeling this greenhouse,“ he said disinterestedly. “Sadly you can’t remodel if you have all those plants and soil and… diseases. That’s your first task, see you when you’re done!”

“I can’t do it alone is-”

“-Of course you can, Luke said you could…”

Luke was an asshole.

I had spent my whole afternoon in the greenhouse. I took out plants, pulled out beetles, and even moved a family of birds from there, and yet it seemed like I had only tickled it. My hands were broken, I thought about wearing gloves but it was too late and the guards said Luke had given orders not to give me any tools. Just what I needed.

I shook off my black pants and the browner than white blouse I was wearing once not a ray of sunshine was present in the sky. I headed back to the palace through the kitchen entrance. Some servants greeted me, a friend of Lidia’s offered me an apple that I accepted with enthusiasm and we even talked about the stories of ghosts that haunted the place. Somewhat shaken, I walked through the great hall.

I hadn’t visited the place since the incident, just getting close gave me the creeps. I couldn’t help but remember the faces of the kings and Prince Jake. Sometimes I thought about what I would be doing if such a terrible event had not happened and I found a picture of Gardenstone and Maredale together, Jake and I on the throne and none of the self-centered Luke present; I would have made a deal with Lauxwell just to get him away from me.

A hand touched my shoulder, my reflexes and self-defense classes came out, taking the hand and twisting it on the attacker’s back. The blonde hair scared me for a moment, if it had been Luke I wouldn’t have forgiven myself, but thanks to the Sea it was Michael.

“That’s my hand!” He shouted I let go. “Didn’t anyone teach you not to hurt people?”

“Didn’t they teach you to announce yourself before touching a lady’s shoulder in the dark, Duke?”

He snorted. A few steps were heard in the room, it was enough to look at Michael’s face to know that he had heard them too. Without thinking twice, we hid behind two pillars.

“It’s none of your business, Ashton.”

Luke’s voice echoed. I looked at Michael a few steps away, we both let go of the air.

He pointed to the doors I had entered, no doubt we could get out of the room if we were careful enough with the squeaking door. I shook my head and whispered, "It’s noisy.”

“I still don’t understand the game you’re playing…” Luke’s voice was much closer.

Michael ran a finger down his throat with humor. If we didn’t leave our presence was going to be suspicious and punished.

“I’m not surprised, you were always very slow. But I hope that when you find out, you’ll let me know. If it’s not too late.”

A servant came out of the kitchen leaving the door ajar. Perfect.

“…She has the last word, don’t forget,” I heard Ashton say before leaving.

Michael and I ducked, carefully passing through the door. Just to be safe, we went all the way back to the greenhouse.

“Why did we do that?!” I exclaimed.

“I…“ he hesitated a bit. “The place was scary.”

I nodded, chills ran down my skin again.

“What were you doing there, Duke?”

He ran a hand through his hair, looked at the greenhouse, and answered.

“I wanted to see the salon once more, they will soon start rebuilding it. I spent a lot of time there as a child,” he looked through the greenhouse. “You did a good job for the first day…”

“Thank you, it was difficult without the gloves but-”

“Without the gloves? Did you work without gloves?” he asked, I nodded and showed him my hands. “For the Forest… that was what was missing. I’ll talk to Luke, I don’t think you’re as bad as he says. “

Of course, he had told him I was bad, maybe then he wouldn’t be guilty of treating me badly.

He went over to the greenhouse, looking at the big pots that were blocking the entrance.

“Do you mind if I give you a hand with these?”

“I don’t need your help, Duke.”

He clicked his tongue.

“Call me Michael, no problem. I won’t be here tomorrow, let me help you.”

He seemed genuine, and since he mentioned it he did need help carrying those pots.

I nodded, we both took a big pot from both ends and started lining them up on the side of the greenhouse.

“What did you do to upset him, my cousin?” he spoke after releasing the second pot.

“Today or since he has known me?” We loaded the third one. “I have a couple of ideas but whatever the reason, he earned my displeasure in the same way.”

We let go of the pot, heading for the other one.

“This one is broken,“ he said when we picked it up. “He said you were a… coward,” he panted.

The words came back to me in Luke’s voice, distracting me enough to let go of the grip on my side of the pot. It hit the corner of the greenhouse, and Michael and I squatted to pick up the mess.

“Yes, I heard it,“ I muttered, pulling pieces of the pot off.

“And? Will you prove him wrong?”

I passed Michael’s question unnoticed as my fingernails bumped into something hard in the dirt. I took the material out and shook it aside, a set of three metal keys with unrecognizable details gleaned through the soil

“Keys.” I put them in his hands. “Do you recognize them?”

“No, but I can bet they open a passage,” he admired them for a few seconds and placed them back in my hands. “Finders keepers, I guess.”

I put them in the pocket where my Jhin was to show them to Lidia in the morning.

Michael stopped talking about Luke and we talked about his life at the palace and the visits he made every Christmas. It seemed to be a tradition that Queen Susan invited her family to cook delicious desserts and cut wood while King Robert’s family had been away for a long time.

After a few minutes, the entrance to the greenhouse was free and ready to be fixed but that would wait a few hours.

“I’d better tell His Majesty about my departure tomorrow, so we’ll know what torture awaits you,“ he joked.

...He joked?

We walked up the stairs to Luke’s quarters, a light under his door indicated that he was still awake. There was sobbing coming from below, I didn’t know whether to warn me or run away.

“Is it… him?” I asked, not bothering to hide my surprise.

Michael didn’t either, he was as perplexed as I was at the door.

“I’ll leave you the directions in a note, your maid will give it to you in the morning.”

His indication was enough to start my way to my room. From my shoulder, I could see Michael opening Luke’s door. A girl came out fully dressed and closed the door behind her.

I turned my thoughts off halfway through, I would not analyze the situation thoroughly. Luke wasn’t sobbing, it must have been that girl. Now, he was bringing more brunette girls than blondes, who knows what would have changed.

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mwolf0epsilon · 4 years ago

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Sorry to bother you. But can we get a story of Norman helping Sammy from the inks Control?

Summary: It was only a matter of time before Norman's curiosity got him deader than that one cat... No good deed goes unpunished.

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"Somethin' ain't right 'bout the studio." Is the one sentence that precedes a series of catastrophic events in Norman Polk's life. A combination of letters that form a very simple and inconsequential phrase that still held a lot of negative connotation. Easy to dismiss, especially over breakfast as he reads the paper with a bored expression on his face.

His wife sits in front of him, buttering their youngest child's toast while the eldest daughter fetches a glass of juice for herself, and her brother, the second oldest child, glances up to peer over and then around the paper.

"What do ya mean pa?" Aaron's inquisitive eyes catch his one good eye, and Norman finds himself setting the paper aside and picking up his mug. Out of his five children, Aaron is the one to inherit his father's curiosity.

"Just a thought." He takes a sip of his coffee and shrugs "Things been a little weird as of late."

"How do you mean?"

"Aaron don't go listenin' to your pa's nonsense or ya gonna get stuck with his ramblings. You gotta get ready for school, so eat breakfast and get going." Margarite rebuts, before glancing at their two daughters. "That goes for you both as well, you especially Louise, your teacher's been hasslin' me bout you doin' no work."

"Mrs. Wilson is nuts. She picks on me for no reason, the crusty egg!"

"Louise!"

Aaron pouted, clearly unsatisfied with the lack of a response, but thought better than to go against his mother's wishes. Wise kid. Norman was proud he was growing up smart.

He didn't bring it up again until the kids were sorted and off to classes. His wife gives him a long-suffering sigh before crossing her arms and looking at him in the eye.

"Don't go lookin' for trouble Norman. I know ya got the guts to go findin' nothin' good." She pleads with him.

"I don't go lookin' for no trouble Maggie, just curious is all... And things have been weird. It's gettin' to the others..."

"Norman, you do know what them people say 'bout your sorta curiosity don't ya?"

"And what would that be?"

"Curiosity killed the cat. And ya sure are lookin' real cat-like to me..."

Joey Drew had plans, that much Norman knew. It all had to do with that weird machine of his, as well as all those brittle pipes that kept bursting and flooding areas with thick glossy and acrid smelling ink.

What plans, Norman couldn't tell (yet), but the consequences were visible. Structural integrity in the studio was a mess, something Thomas Connor often dreaded about due to his impeccable work ethics.

Things were constantly soiled with ink, and cleaning supply expenses had risen to the point Wally was having to lug in bleach and detergents from home to get stuff cleaned up. Everyone's dry-cleaning bills had likely also suffered with this.

Speaking of, everyone was going crazy.

"I tell ya, meltdown of the century." Wally winced on the rare occasion Norman took the time to sit with others to eat lunch. That day he was sitting with Wally, Buddy and Dot. "Thought Miss Campbell was gonna throttle the poor broad!"

"She has been acting very hostile." Dot winced in sympathy. "Miss Pendle has the patience of a saint if she can bare all that, but she's not the only person Susie has blown up on recently."

"Uh?" Buddy looked over at his friend in surprise. Norman too looked curious. Wally snapped his fingers as he realized what she was on about.

"Oh yeah! The other night right? She went and barged into Sammy's office and things got heated, and not in the good way if ya know what I mean."

"Wait really? Miss Campbell yelled him?" Buddy looked to be in disbelief. He couldn't imagine a petit little lady like Susie yelling at that overgrown peacock of a man. Not when Sammy tended to yell back at people with twice the amount of ferocity.

"Didn't just yell. She tore him a new one! Was so bad I got outta there as fast as I could. Didn't wanna witness no crime a' passion and all that." Wally glanced around, hoping neither Susie nor Sammy were around to hear. "Saw him come outta the office much later when I was about ta lock up for the night. He looked... Rough."

"He always looks rough." Buddy commented.

Norman found himself frowning at that.

Now that he mentioned it, Sammy had been looking a little green around the gills. Like he was sick, or at the very least extremely sleep deprived. With Drew's policy of time being money, and illnesses having to be serious for sick leave, it didn't surprise him that Sammy might have caught a bug and been unable to sleep it off at home.

"Speak a' the devil..." Wally ducked his head and quickly scarfed up the remains of his meal before getting back up and moving off. "Here he comes now."

Buddy and Dot followed his example, not feeling particularly keen on getting yelled at by Sammy. Norman let them go, eating his meal at a leisurely pace as he observed Sammy more carefully.

He didn't just look rough. He looked off.

How exactly, Norman couldn't explain, but it certainly must be something if the hairs on the back of his neck were so fast to raise.

He needed to look into it.

It's a particularly bad encounter in one of the men's bathrooms that tips Norman off to what might be wrong.

After that particularly bad scene involving Drew, Norman had been more cautious with his wandering and observing. His boss's behaviour raised questions, and his threats were definitely ringing alarm bells in his head. How it all involved that wretched machine Norman couldn't figure out.

Until, while putting his burnt hand under cold water (another projector went and caught fire because ink had gotten in it somehow), Sammy Lawrence suddenly barged in and practically kicked in a stall door to then double over a toilet bowl and violently vomit the contents of his stomach.

All this happened in very few seconds and Norman found himself with his unburnt hand clutching at his chest in fright.

"Jesus Christ, ya nearly went and scared the soul out of my body!" He closed the tap and pulled the first aid kit closer, setting to work on bandaging his injured hand. Bless the doc for giving him a kit in the first place, after so many incidents with projectors.

He waited for Sammy to bark out some sarcastic retort, but instead was met with more retching and coughs. Norman became concerned when it didn't stop.

"Sammy?"

He peered into the open stall and was met with a smell that shouldn't be coming from someone's insides. An acrid chemical smell that permeated the studio, due to its origin being pumped through pipes like blood in one's veins. The music director was puking ink.

"Sweet mercy..." That wasn't good. The boy needed that stuff out, which he was managing on his own from how much he was getting sick. The issue was, how much of the crap had he swallowed if it kept coming up? "Sammy what the fuck?!"

"G'way y'fu'kin' ..." He cut off as another wave came up to meet the rest, his nose dribbling with the black sheen of ink, and big fat tears barely clearing the gunk already covering his pale skin "H'hurts..."

The pathetic whimper was enough to break his heart. Sammy sounded scared for once, rather than angry, sarcastic or apathetic.

"How much did ya even get in ya? Did the music department go under again?" Once the music director didn't look like he was going to throw up again, the projectionist scooped him off the floor and noted with horror how unusually light and pointy the blond felt in his arms.

It was like holding a sack of bones... What in the blazes? Just a few days ago he looked healthy enough...

"M'gettin' ya to the infermary. The doc might have somethin' for intoxication... If not then Drew can't just keep ya here, this is a hospital thing."

"N-no... No doctors..." Sammy struggled weakly but gave up once he realized he couldn't squirm out of Norman's grasp. "M'fine..."

"Boy, I have half a mind ta call the doctor myself if ya go sayin' stupid shit like that. You ain't fine."

"J-just stomach ache... It'll go away..."

"Samuel Lawrence you are a dumbass."

How daft did the kid need to be to not see the issue here? Hopefully the resident doctor could convince Drew to let Sammy go to a hospital. Hard to fake getting a toxic liquid in your system after all...

After the encounter in the bathroom it's not long before Sammy goes missing. People start speculating about it, and some are rather mean-spirited about it.

Sure Sammy wasn't the kindest person, but going about saying he ran off with his tail between his legs because Susie dumped him was just plain disrespectful (especially considering he hadn't seen Susie around as of late either).

The stories about him drinking ink tho... Those peak his interest. They are also easy to confirm, as Norman looks in horror at the contents of the drawers in Sammy's office. Empty ink wells. Several of them. Some definitely licked clean.

It explains things Norman wished he hadn't overlooked. The machine, the pipes, the slow descent... The ink was what was wrong with the studio.

Norman realized then and there that he needed to warn the others to get out. Whomever would hear him at least.

Starting with Buddy and Dot. Those kids needed out.

Whatever Drew was planning with that hellish stuff, it couldn't be good for them.

Once the authorities' investigations are closed up and the studio opened back up again, Norman decides it's time to finally grab his light and go down and see what the groaning was. He eats breakfast with his family as quiet as a mouse, lost in thoughts, then goes to work after kissing his wife goodbye.

Once he reaches the door, he finds a card and keys on the entrance mat.

Wally had quit. Good, at least the kid had enough sense to bolt when told to.

Norman is the very first person the set foot back inside the studio.

As such, he's the very first target for one of two creatures still able to access the floors above.

His light catches onto an inky black figure in overalls and a grinning dancing devil mask, then catches the gleam of a blade.

Norman doesn't get the chance to scream as the axe buried itself in his chest, right through his heart. He wheezes out what little air remains in his lungs and it doesn't take long for him to slip away.

What makes it worse is how the figure cradles him gently and murmurs nonsense he can't understand. That voice... Why did it sound so familiar?

It all goes dark. It's too quiet.

The Projectionist screeches as it runs after the figure in overalls and grinning mask. It chases after the thief mercilessly, putting it's hands through the holes it crawls through in an attempt to flee from its burning gaze.

It gets cocky and ends up getting grabbed by the leg and pulled back with force.

The Projectionist may not be able to hear its screams, but it can feel the vibrations. It's terrified.

Good.

It roars in triumph as it plunges it's hand through the figure's chest, bursting it into a puddle and discarded clothing.

Never shall it try to steal it's hearts away, ever again.

The Projectionist carried on, unaware of the poetic justice behind its own actions.

An eye for an eye was just as popular a saying as curiosity killed the cat, after all.

#Eps Writes:#Bendy and the Ink Machine #BATIM #Norman Polk #Sammy Lawrence

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sheerfreesia007 · 5 years ago

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Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 8)

Title: Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 8)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 2,830

Tags: @cosmo-bear, @two-unbeatable-beaters

Author Notes: I loved writing this one. I kinda had a rough draft written down of how I wanted it to go but this had a mind of it’s own and decided to throw my rough draft out and make it’s own way. I hope you enjoy!

Gif by: @bubble-tea-bunny

The invitation is taunting you silently as it lies on your desk on top of the pile of paperwork that you have to go through. You’ve heard the whispers throughout the halls all day today about it. Huffing softly you roll your eyes and reach for the envelope with the looping script of your name on the front. Just as you pull it close to you to open it you hear your cellphone ding with a text message. Momentarily distracted you reach for your cellphone and smile at the text notification from Jack.

Did you get your invitation?

Yes haven’t it opened it yet tho.

Why not?

Not sure if I wanna bother. Don’t have anything to wear and I hate shopping.

Darlin’ you could wear a brown sack and I’d still think you were gorgeous.

I’m sure the others wouldn’t appreciate that Jack.

You huff at Jack’s texts and turn back to the invitation. You hadn’t been lying to him; you really didn’t have anything to wear. At least not something that would be appropriate for a Statesman gala. Statesman held an annual gala for all of its agents to sort of let loose and mingle among each other. Not to mention most of the employees of Statesman liked to dress up. You weren’t one of them and you had thought Jack wasn’t either but you might have been wrong.

You’re right they might not appreciate it. Plus I’d probably get too jealous of them staring at you.

You laughed softly as you read his text message rolling your eyes.

Smooth Jack, real smooth.

Well if it makes you feel any better I’d love to see you all dressed up. I’d dress up in a monkey suit just for ya darlin’. ;)

Laughing loudly you shook your head, looks like you hadn’t been wrong about him. You pulled the invitation out of the envelope and your eyes darted over the flowing script advising of where the gala was being held and the date and time of it. This year it was being held at Champagne’s country club and you knew that it was prestigious space that just screamed of esteemed notability. So ball gown fancy. Sighing softly you ran a hand over your face; you knew Jack wanted to attend the gala with you. If his words meant anything he was hoping to see you in a gown. Something that you didn’t normally wear, hell you didn’t even wear dresses around him. It just wasn’t your style. Other than your work suits, you were more worn blue jeans and tank tops comfy than anything else. On occasion you’d wear shorts or capris and t-shirts but mostly it was blue jeans and tanks. Maybe just this once you could wear a pretty dress to knock Jack on his cute ass. You smirked softly to yourself as you swept up your phone and shooting off a text.

What’s in it for me?

Whatever you want and it’s yours darlin’.

You stared at your phone for a long moment. Oh that was dangerous to dangle in front of you. You had been hounding Jack for weeks to train you on his whips, the electro and regular one, but he had been dodging you left and right and you were getting frustrated with him. You wanted to learn so that you were more well-rounded with weapons and didn’t solely rely on just your desert eagle firearms or the knives that you knew how to wield. You grinned softly, you knew Jack was thinking on the more romantic side by dangling that promise but this was perfect for you.

Fine I’ll get all dressed up and meet you there. In return you’re going to teach me your whips.

Your phone lay silent for a few minutes and you grew worried that you had over stepped, but then suddenly your desk phone was ringing. You looked over to the caller I.D. and smiled softly recognizing Jack’s New York number.

“Don’t think you can talk your way out of this Jack.” You teased confidently as you picked up the phone. You leaned back in your seat and twirled the cord of the phone around your finger absent mindedly.

“I wouldn’t think of it darlin’.” Jack drawled softly over the line. “I was calling to ask if you really didn’t have anything to wear to this thing.” He said curiously.

“Well yeah, Jack. The last time I got this dressed up for a party was probably my prom.” You said shrugging your shoulders.

“Shit.” He whispered softly and you laughed loudly.

“Yeah Jack.” You agreed amused. “But I’ll suffer through shopping just for you.” You teased amicably.

“You mean you’ll suffer through it just so I’ll have to train ya.” He teased back and you could just picture the wide grin on his face. You hummed happily at him and heard his deep laughter drift over the phone line. “You’re nothing if not persistent.”

“Yup.” you remarked pensively as your mind instantly began thinking of what stores you should check for a dress that would be appropriate. You had two weeks to find a dress that looked good on you to make Jack’s jaw drop. You were confident that you could get it done.

“Will you let me know what color your dress is?” he asked catching your attention. You frowned softly in confusion.

“Why?” you asked bewildered. You heard Jack’s deep laughter fill your ear and you felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment. You knew he wasn’t laughing at you to be cruel but he was still laughing at you.

“So I can match you darlin’. Want everyone to know who I’m there with.” He said affectionately. You blushed even deeper as you realized that he was going to actively mark himself as your date. And though it wasn’t really a secret that you and Jack were seeing each other it was just something that was never brought up in conversation. “Unless you don’t want me to.” Came Jack’s unsure tone.

“No, no. I’d love it if you matched your tie to my dress.” You said lovingly and felt your chest fill with warmth. He was willing to make a statement and you were going to stand proudly next to him.

“Well then, you let me know what color I have to get.” He teased in a low gravel and you felt your stomach do a flip. This man was so dangerous for you. “Hell, even a sneak peek would be appreciated.” Jack flirted shamelessly and you huffed out a breathy laugh.

“Nope.” You responded quickly popping the ‘p’. Jack groaned softly at your words and you laughed again. “You’ll just have to wait and see me at the gala, charming.”

“Not even a little sneak peek?” he groaned into your ear. “It’d help me get through the next two weeks without you darlin’.” He crooned over the line and you felt your stomach tighten even more at his tone. You wished he was here with you now, your mind instantly wondered what it would be like going shopping with Jack. At the thought your cheeks flushed deeply again and you let out a soft breath.

“Consider the anticipation foreplay.” You breathed out over the line and suddenly Jack let out a moan that gripped your body and squeezed out your breath.

“Darlin’.” He exhaled out breathily. “You are going to be the death of me.” He warned in a sensual tone.

“Likewise Jack.” You sassed back to him and he let out a husky laugh.

“Hmm I bet darlin’, I just bet. What are you doing right now?” he asked sounding aroused.

“Good bye Jack, love you! I’ll let you know my color!” You said quickly and hung up the phone. You were not prepared for that road that he was trying to go down yet. Your cellphone chimed on your desk and sighed picking it up.

I love you too darlin’. The smile that overtook your face made your cheeks hurt and you felt an excitement start to fill your body for the gala.

Jack stood at the bar with Tequila ordering a drink from the bar tender. The gala had just started and Jack had made sure that he was here early so that he’d be there before you showed up. He was excited to finally see you after two weeks of just phone calls, text messages and video calls. It was never the same as when he got to see you face to face. He always missed you terribly and he every time he said his goodbyes over the phone with you he could always hear in your voice that you missed him just as much. But tonight he was going to finally get to see you and not only that he was going to get to see you dressed up.

You had texted him a picture of the color of your dress, it was a deep vibrant purple color that didn’t surprise him. He knew it would look amazing on you. He had tried to decipher from the picture what fabric the dress was made out of but for the life of him he couldn’t. You had been sneaky and sent him a picture of the underside of the dress so that he wouldn’t have any clue to what the dress looked like, because you didn’t put it past Jack to scour the net to find your dress. Jack surmised he would’ve done it to if you had given any little clue. But he knew you wanted this to be a surprise to him and he’d let it happen just because it’d make you happy.

“So have you seen Cur since you got back earlier?” Tequila asked amused as he looked over at Jack. Jack just shook his head as he turned to lean his back against the bar and survey the crowd searching the doors for you quickly. He didn’t want to miss you if he could.

“Excuse me Mr. Daniels?” came a squeaky soft voice to Jack’s side where Tequila wasn’t. He turned to see a rather petite young black haired woman who looked awfully nervous to be bothering him.

“Yes?” he asked composedly.

“There’s a call from the New York office. They said it was urgent.” She explained hurriedly and Jack sighed tiredly. Even when he was out of the state work still needed his attention. “I’m sorry.” Said the woman next to him. He shook his head dejectedly.

“Not your fault. Where can I take the call?” he asked wearily. She waved a hand behind her and moved to show him where.

It’s not long after taking the call that Jack is walking back to the main room of the country club when he hears the growing voices from outside the doors. It sounds as if more guests have shown up. He hovers just outside the doors letting his eyes sweep around the room to see if he spots you. Suddenly he hears your laughter and his eyes are drawn over to the bar where you stand with Tequila laughing about something and his jaw drops.

You have your back to him and he’s able to let his eyes travel over your body. The dress you’re wearing is a deep vibrant purple that looks wonderful on you. The top half of the dress has lace over it and pretty lace sleeves that travel to just below your elbows. The bottom half of the dress is a long a flowing gauzy material and Jack can’t keep his eyes off you. He silently stalks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist, his fingers brushing over twisting metal at the belt of the dress.

“Oh my.” He whispers in your ear and he feels you shiver against his body. “Consider me at your mercy tonight darlin’.” he continues to whisper into your ear.

“Just for tonight?” you ask teasingly as you turn in his arms with a smile. He frowns softly and nods his head and watches as the disappointment flutters over your features.

“New York needs me back by morning.” He grumbles softly as he pulls you closer to him.

“So…you’re sorta like Cinderella?” you joke grinning up at him and he shakes his head at you with a small smile gracing his lips. You sigh softly and he rests his forehead against yours. “Alright.” You concede and lift up to brush a soft kiss against his mouth. “I wanna dance with you before you have to go back.” You tell him tenderly. “I’ve missed you.” Jack can feel his heart twist with guilt and lift with your admission that you have missed him. He nods his head and leads you onto the dancefloor.

“This dress is beautiful on you darlin’.” he tells you as you both begin to sway to the soft music playing in the room. “I’m a lucky guy to have such a beautiful lady on my arm tonight.” He says sincerely.

“And you’re so handsome Jack. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you a tuxedo before.” You simper to him as your arms are wrapped around his neck and your fingers dance in the hairs at the back of his neck. He shivers slightly pulling you closer to him to where he can’t tell where you start and he ends.

“I’m sorry I have to go back so soon darlin’.” He confesses morosely. You shrug your shoulders silently frowning softly.

“I’m just glad to have this time with you Jack. I know it’s difficult to find time for each other with both of us being at different offices. Which is why I love any time I get with you.” You say candidly as you shrug your shoulders again. “Maybe one day we’ll line up to where we can spend more time together.” You utter contemplatively. Jack looks down at you and wonders if you would ever consider transferring to the New York office to be with him. He knew if he could transfer to be here in Kentucky at HQ he would in a heartbeat but he’s one the few senior agents in New York and until someone else moves to senior agent he won’t be able to transfer. But if you did…

“I’m grateful for every moment I get with you darlin’. Every moment.” He leans in and whispers against your lips before he’s kissing you deeply and almost desperately. The feeling of you pressed against his front and your lips slanting against his has his head in a dizzy spin. Neither of you part until you hear a throat clearing next to you. You both look over to Champagne smirking at the two of you.

“Sorry to break up you two lovebirds. But dinner is going to be served soon.” He expresses almost embarrassedly. You both nod and move to take your seats next to each other at the table Tequila is sitting at with his date and Ginger and her date. Tequila grins mischievously at the two of you and wiggles his eyebrows and Jack scowls at the younger man.

“Got caught by Champ huh?” Tequila taunts cheerfully. You roll your eyes at Tequila as Jack helps you ease into your seat and pushes your chair in for you. You smile over at Jack as he sits next to you and he can’t help but smile affectionately back at you. His mind still trying to come up with a good way to broach the topic of possibly transferring offices. He feels your hand slide into his and link your fingers together under the table and he looks over you and sees a timid smile gracing your lips. He looks away smiling widely and can feel heat flushing over his cheeks lightly. Suddenly he feels your breath ghost over his ear and he shivers in his seat.

“I love you Jack.” you whisper into his ear. “I’m going to do everything I can to show you that.” you claim confidently. Jack’s heart stops and instantly starts to hammer in his chest. How someone could make him feel like he was on top of the world with such simple words he would never know. He grips your hand tighter in his and tugs your arm a little closer to him and your body follows til it’s pressed against his side and turns his head to you quickly and feels you gasp out against his lips. And suddenly he’s kissing you deeply and feels you melt against him more. Pulling away he nips at your bottom lip and feels your body jerk against him.

“I love you too darlin’. And you show me in every way imaginable that I am loved. And I am so grateful for it and you.” He whispers against your lips while his eyes never leave yours. He’s definitely going to take the next step with you and ask you to transfer to be with him, he thinks.

#fallin' all in you #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey #my writing #kingsman the golden circle

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bleuatlantic · 4 years ago

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I have long, straight black hair. I’m very short (only 5’1 smh) I'm very petite but I train a lot since I'm tryna gain more muscle so I'm toned. I have thick dark eyebrows, dimples & big brown eyes. I'm a leo sun & my personality type is ENFP. I'm very loud & talkative, I'm a huge dreamer but I'm very smart. I know five languages & love learning about culture & art. I also love to write (especially poetry) & have deep talks about anything with anyone. I'm very hotheaded & feel too much tho

I match you with Ushijima Wakatoshi ❤

I'll admit I kinda had a hard time putting you with someone cause there were 2 others that matched with you but after writing down the points you would be best fitted with this Cute Giant 😍

Ushijima might appear intimidating and maybe unintentionally Scaring others off but Your personality makes him to take an interest in you . Since that you train alot , Ushijima would definitely be impressed since he's into training as well and he would love to do this kind of things together with you cause it makes him think you guys are a Power Couple!! . At first it might be hard to bring out his feelings since he doesn't talk much but after meeting you and Your loud personality He will come to a stop to accept that he actually needs someone To talk to him since many don't :( He's totally the type of man who's down for late night Talks ✨ He would probably keep you on his lap and hug you protectively while sitting at the balcony in a starry night 💫👀

He takes your interest very seriously and is not one to mock them or let others to do so. He would love to listen to your poetry, accompany you for studying and even Buy you tickets To Museums because he believes in passion and how strong it can make a person to achieve something. He will pay attention to slightest things for example like you always purchase this book from a specific author and he would probably try to buy anything related to that author like a meet and greet session or magazines . Ushijima might seem cold and emotionless but it's only because he didn't get the affection he needed since he was a kid so please give him all your love bibi 🥺❤

And lastly I forgotten to add something. In an argument he would definitely be the first to apologise cause he thinks it's silly to have arguments then just worsens each others feelings . So overall, you guys would be a power couple and he could finally let go of his Hard exterior and just lay in your arms 🌈

#haikyuu matchups #haikyuu #submission #ushijima wakatoshi

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peachycoreroo · 4 years ago

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angel | kuroo tetsurou

summary: the only thing that came to mind when you heard the word angel, was your crushes ex girlfriend. so what do you do when suddenly you’re the angel or how a book can bring two people together

pairing: college!kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

genre: smut, a lotta plot tho, basically pwp

word count: 7.9k

warnings: dom!kuroo, fingering, oral fem! receiving, praise, both being extremly needy, it’s not really kinky, slight breeding kink tho, a few spanks, vaginal penetration

authors note: pls don’t even ask about the book thing, this entire thing is based of one of my dreams and i had no idea why the book appeared, but it did and i didn’t wanna leave it out soooo, ye<3 here’s a link to my masterlist

you sighed, as you continued typing your essay. maybe coming to the coffee shop was not the best idea you had, since it was friday and apparently every college student on campus decided it was coffee time after their lecture, but you didn’t expect it to be so overflown with people.

sitting at the far back, you realized that you were not going to get any work done with how loud everyone around you was being, so you just sat back and observed the people around you, while drinking the cheap coffee you ordered earlier. observing and analyzing the behavior of those around you always came natural to you. some guy watching his girlfriend as she was deciding what to order, even though she was taking way too long, with love. a friend group of a few pretty girls walking past a table full of sexist pigs who thought the only way to get their attention was by whistling after them as if they were dogs. and your crush looking at you.

wait.

huh?

quickly averting your eyes back to your laptop, you could feel your heart rate pick up to an unnatural speed. pretending to suddenly be terribly busy with drinking coffee, a million thoughts ran through your head. you were quite positive that you’ve seen his girlfriend sitting right next to him, so why was he staring so intensely at you?

it’s not as if you never talked. kuroo tetsurou was easily the most interesting person you have ever had the pleasure of having intellectual conversations with. you were taking some business classes in your third semester, since you thought they would be of value for your future. that’s where you met him. kuroo sat next to you since the first day of the lecture but you were way too intimidated by his attractiveness to start the first real conversation beyond greetings, so when the opportunity had arisen, you snatched it right away.

after one of the lectures, he left his phone on the desk and since he was already gone, you took it and hurried after him. just as he was leaving through the huge main doors of your university, you caught up to him and grabbed his arm. embarrassingly, not being the most athletic made you look like a creep as kuroo directed his confused stare at your form, hunched over, breathing hard but still latching onto his arm.

“uh, hi? y/n, right?”, the tall boys’ confusion lightly seeped into his questioning tone as his eyes moved between you and the hand you used to hold him back from walking further.

taking one last deep breath, you forced yourself to stand up right and look into his eyes, but oh, what mistake that was. funnily enough, you never actually looked directly into his eyes, so you didn’t expect to suddenly have to divert all your focus on trying to keep the gasp, you wanted to let out, in your throat. in your memories, from the milliseconds you had the courage to look into his eyes when he greeted you, his eyes were brown but all at once you were confronted with the most beautiful hazel eyes you have ever seen.

as a consequence of having to put all your mental capacity on not gasping out loud or even worse, admitting how attractive he was, the words that came out of your mouth only furthered your embarrassment.

“you. phone. lecture. forgot”, you stumbled over your words as if that were your first attempt at communicating.

feeling your already hot face burn brighter as tetsurous confusion further solidified on his handsome face, you only hoped he thought the running was responsible for you looking like a sweaty mess.

you forced yourself to let out a short laugh as you broke eye contact to gain back your composure. “sorry, I didn’t expect the running to get to me that bad. maybe lev is right, I should try some aerobics with him”, starting to mumble towards the end, you shook your head. “anyway, you forgot your phone on the table in our lecture just now. i didn’t want to hold onto it till thursday and didn’t know where else to find you, so i ran after you. m’ sorry if I kinda freaked you out”, you quickly added while holding out his phone to him.

as you never really talked to the tall man before, your head snapped up to look at him when you heard his deep chuckle. was there something that’s not attractive about this man?

taking the phone from your hands, you were finally able to experience the first full sentence kuroo tetsurou ever directed at you. “well, thanks. i definitely didn’t wanna be without a phone two whole days, so i appreciate you running after me with such determination”, he remarked, as he observed how out of breath you still were, grinning.

“oh god, you know, never doing anything nice for you ever again sounds good right about now”, you groaned, lifting a hand in front of your face to stop him from studying your slightly damp face.

nothing on this green-blue-brown floating rock in space that is also known as the earth, could have prepared you for what you were witnessing next. with your mouth slightly ajar, you looked at tetsurou as he leaned over, clutching his stomach, while letting out the funniest laugh you have ever heard in your life.

in your mind, you saw a quick flash of a scene from ‘the lion king’, in which one of the hyenas was laughing exactly like that. you briefly wondered whether kuroo was influenced by that scene as a kid before you couldn’t keep your laugh in anymore after the initial shock subdued.

“my apologies, the situation was just way too perfect for me to not tease you. i’d be honored if you’d grace me with your kindness again, my highness”, he slightly bowed while, once again, flashing you that sly smirk that made you wanna punch and make out with him at the same time.

you tried to match his energy as best as you could with your head jumbled from the proximity to the man you have been sitting next to every tuesday and thursday from 10 a.m. to 12 p.m., but looking back at the interaction, you couldn’t wrap your head around tetsurou wanting to continue talking to you after that conversation.

“i’ll consider it, peasant.”

after that, you and your smart seatmate talked a lot more. you found out that he was majoring in sports management and minoring in chemistry even though it was so different from management, just because he liked it. lev, your best friend at college since the first day when he didn’t see you from his 6’5” point of view and knocked you over as you were looking at the menu in the very coffee shop you were currently sitting in, turned out to be one of kuroo’s old friends from high school. which let you to find out the most unfortunate information about kuroo tetsurou thus far.

as you were walking to your next lecture with the dark-haired man, lev joined in with a tall, blonde, and gorgeous woman by his side. you immediately recognized alisa, lev’s sister. even though the silver-haired boy was ginormous, he couldn’t hold his liquor very well, which resulted in you having to drag the giraffe of a human home after a party quite a few times. there, you met alisa.

wanting to go in for a hug with the beautiful blonde, you froze at once as you tried to process what you were seeing. tetsurou had an arm wrapped around her petite waist, the other one placed on her sharp jaw, as he softly pecked her lips.

lev excitedly started telling you about a new side job he got as a model and while you supported him with your whole heart and were genuinely proud of him for landing that job, you could only zero in on the sight in front of you. your eyes hyper focused on the way his large hands were gently grabbing her waist, your ears on the soft ‘how was your day?’ and flirty ‘better, now that you’re here’ exchanged.

putting on your best poker face and directing your attention to the excited titan beside you, your own reaction startled you. even more surprising was who you were jealous of. you did have a small crush on alisa at the start, who wouldn’t? she’s tall, beautiful, fun, loving, caring, alas she was way too similar to lev to develop a full-on crush on her. then, it dawned on you, that the one you were jealous of, was not tetsurou, but in fact, alisa.

of course, you thought your seatmate was attractive from the first moment you saw him, but how you managed to develop a crush on him without even realizing it, was beyond you. ugly, jealous thoughts made their way into your head about one of the most loveable people you met. those disgusting thoughts slithered their hands around your throat, trying to suffocate you and so you buried that small crush in the back of your mind.

after that encounter you kept your distance to the handsome male. it was better for you, your sanity and everyone involved. in no way were you ever going to go between a loving relationship because of your own selfish feelings.

for crying out loud, you didn’t even know kuroo that well while alisa was like a sister to you. however, you weren’t able to tune out the insecure voices in your head. of course, he liked tall, model-like women who resembled angels not only physically but also with their personality. who were you to compare yourself to her? not even you yourself liked who you were, so why would one of the most attractive guys you ever saw?

you deserved someone good, but alisa deserved the world, so you just wished that tetsurou was the best for her.

and while kuroo tetsurou was a lot of things, he wasn’t ignorant, so when you decided to sit down in another seat in the lecture a few times or made up some excuses as to why he couldn’t walk with you to your next seminar, he knew something was wrong.

which brings you back to right now, with you staring at your laptop, hoping that the boy you’ve been trying to avoid wouldn’t come over to check on you. alas, your luck was apparently all spent, because you could see a tall, dark figure drop themselves on the bench in front of you.

“y/n.”

at the low tone of his voice calling your name, you lifted your gaze from your laptop to look at the boy you were trying to stay clear of.

“hmm? oh, hey tetsurou. didn’t see you there.” bullshit, he thought.

“yeah, ’m here with alisa. just a quick break before she has her next lecture.” while saying that, kuroo focused on your expression, trying to gauge your emotions and maybe get a hint on why you were actively keeping him at arm’s length.

after taking a swift look in the direction the happy couple was sitting just a few minutes ago, you nodded and kept your eyes on your coffee.

“that’s nice, you should probably go back now though. don’t want you to waste precious date time”, you said cheerfully, but weren’t able to keep out the slightly bitter tone out of your voice. that’s exactly why you were trying to stay away from him. the sight of the merry couple only fueled your toxic thoughts about two people you cherished and even though you wished for them to be happy together, the insecurities deep inside you wouldn’t let you.

seeing the slight change in your voice and expression, kuroo cocked his head to the side. did he say the wrong thing?

“she’s already leaving, so i decided to catch up with you for a bit.”

fantastic.

“well,” you remarked while closing your laptop and starting to pack your things, “I also need to get going, was nice seeing you though.”

“i’ll walk you”, was in fact not what you wanted to hear. but the universe hated you for some reason. you looked back at him and waved your hand dismissingly, trying to speedily think of a reason why he couldn’t accompany you: “uh, you see, i, uh... i’m visiting my parents this weekend, so i’ll just take the train. ’m not going back to the dorms.”

even if kuroo would have been stupid and oblivious, which he was not, your hurried attempt at getting rid of him just confirmed all his suspicions. but the ex-captain wasn’t going to let you run away from him so easily.

“no problem, i’ll walk you to the train station. the field i practice volleyball in with lev and a few others is nearby. ‘was gonna head there anyway, let’s go.” this time, he didn’t let you enough time to object, so you were stuck grabbing your things and following him, regardless of what you wanted.

to your surprise, kuroo didn’t say a thing on the way to the train station. you expected him to force you into a whole debate about whether pluto was a planet or not, but he just stayed silent. was that a bit of your luck shining through, or was he angry?

not wanting to push your luck any longer, you stayed silent as well, as you waited for your train at the designated platform. guess you had to make a surprise visit to your hometown because of your little lie, but maybe that was exactly what you needed. some time away to clear your head.

but just as you got excited for the spontaneous trip, kuroo finally dropped what has been on his mind the whole walk or rather, the whole three weeks you’ve been running away from him as if he was on fire and you couldn’t wait to get away from him as far as possible.

“y/n. why are you avoiding me?”, he questioned, looking at the rails ahead, instead of you.

“w-what? i’m not, why would you think that?”, you quickly sputtered out, hardly able to convince yourself of your own lies.

tetsurou gave you a look of complete skepticism, quickly shutting down your protests. “don’t play dumb with me, ’m not stupid. i know you’re not sitting down way further in the back or running out of the lecture on accident. you’re doing this on purpose. even just a moment ago you didn’t want me to escort you. tell me why.”

luckily, the train arrived just on time, so you quickly hoped on with a fleeting 'see you next week' and hoped he would just assume you didn’t quite catch what he said because of the train.

he didn’t though. he knew that you heard him.

the short spontaneous weekend trip turned into you staying for almost two whole weeks because of a cold, so your mom wouldn’t let you return without someone taking care of you, not knowing you had some big news waiting for you once you got back.

“we broke up.”

wou were currently in the library after returning to campus, trying to catch up on some lectures you missed, when alisa entered. together, you were walking around the english literature section, catching up when she dropped the bomb.

“wait, what? how? when? why? huh? what did he do?”, you asked dumbfounded, feeling bad about your two friends, who were so clearly in love, breaking up. but even more than that, you could feel disgust creep up your spine because deep down you knew you were sickly happy about the fact that kuroo was now single. what a shit fucking friend you were.

“relax”, alisa chuckled. “he didn’t do anything, we just kinda came to the agreement that we don’t love each other the same anymore. i felt like he was always distracted the last weeks we were together, always deep in thought, and i decided to concentrate on my graduation and career as a model. it was a great college relationship and i still care for him, we just… we broke up about a week ago.”

“well, as long as you’re both happy with the decision”, you sighed while picking ‘pride and prejudice’ by jane austen from a bookshelf, not feeling like such a piece of shit for being lowkey happy about it anymore, but you still knew you two would never work. even if the breakup was mutually decided, tetsurou was still her ex.

hearing alisa giggle, you turned your gaze from the book in your hand and wondered: “huh? why are you laughing?” the tall blonde only grinned and continued her way down the aisle. completely confused, you followed her with the book still in hand.

“what the fuck? kinda acting sus not gonna lie.”

“wow, I thought you had better jokes than that y/n”, she teased, sitting down at a nearby table.

breathing out some air out of your nose in mock anger, you sat down beside her, tipping your non-existent fedora. “sorry i’m not up to your comedy standards, m’lady.”

alisa laughed loudly before noticing the book you were still holding, her laughter turning into a knowing grin. once again, you shot her a confused look: “what is it with you today? your mood swings are confusing the shit outta me.”

“you know, that’s like one of tetsu’s favorite books.”

“what? 'pride and prejudice'?”, you inquired, puzzled. why was she telling you this? “are you like, having some post-breakup nostalgia or?”

she laughed once again, waving her manicured hand dismissingly and shaking her head: “it just kinda popped into my head. i never read it, but he once wanted to read it to me. it did not end well; i couldn’t take it seriously and had to laugh the whole time. he just gave up and sulked for the rest of the evening.”

“yep, definitely pbn”. the girl shoved your shoulder slightly while snickering before taking out her laptop and working on something, leaving you alone with your conflicted thoughts.

as fate would have it, you didn’t really talk to kuroo for the last two weeks of lectures. finals were catching up and you had a lot of exams, leaving you with no time to catch up with the tall boy. plus, you were still trying to avoid him. you weren’t about to give into temptation and try your luck with alisa’s ex, which was much easier if said temptation didn’t walk around looking fine directly in front of you.

but with the weekend starting, you agreed to go to a party with the haiba siblings to treat yourself to a break from typing essay after essay. it was obvious that kuroo would also be there and this time, you wouldn’t be able to avoid him. the running had finally caught up to you.

before the party, you decided to go to the library to work on one of your essays, but with how much work there was left, you simply forgot the time. at 10 p.m., your phone rang.

“hello?”

“girl? why aren’t you here yet? and why aren’t you answering our messages? we texted you like a million times”, levs’ questioning voice echoed through the speaker.

quickly checking the time and number of messages you got, you gasped: “oh god, so sorry! i was at the library working on my shitty marketing essay! ’m gonna be right there!”

ending the phone call, you quickly gathered your things and rushed to your dorms. stripping on the way to the bathroom in your one room apartment, you hopped into the shower, feeling as if you were trying to break the world record for the fastest shower known to men.

as you were stepping out of the shower a few minutes later, someone knocked at your door, startling you. did the haiba siblings come to pick you up? with a hasty ‘’m coming’, you hurried to the door in only a towel.

“hey, I just got out of the shower, I just need…” faltering in your sentence, you gripped your towel tighter, trying not to freak out. because there were no alisa and lev in sight. just kuroo tetsurou. while you were standing there. with only a towel on. fuck. “that’s uh… you’re not alisa and lev.”

“er… n-no, no i’m not”, kuroo stuttered out, at least having the decency to avert his eyes to the ceiling, realizing what you had or rather had not on after checking you out. collecting your composure, you shot him a tight-lipped smile and stepped aside to let him in.

“come in, I just need to get dressed and do my makeup. you can wait inside.”

walking past you, the dark-haired man pretended to scratch his head to hide his red ears and quickly surveyed your room. “that’s…”, breaking off his sentence instantly when his voice cracked, he cleared his throat before trying again. “nice room.”

while kuroo tried not to have a mental breakdown and remember what he came here for, you picked up your disregarded clothes from earlier of the floor, being mindful of not to flash the man, and made your way to your wardrobe, chucking in your dirty laundry and scanning your variety of clothes to pick out the most flattering outfit for the party. “uh, yeah, thanks. so, uh, what did you want? ee would’ve seen each other at the party later anyway.”

but there was no answer, making you frown. just as you wanted to turn around, calling his name in confusion, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around your waist loosely, causing you to choke out his name.

kuroo leaned his head down towards your neck, slowly inhaling the scent of your strawberry bodywash before sighing contently. his soft, plump lips slowly trailed up to your ear, creating goosebumps on their way, before lowly murmuring: “you smell delicious. i could eat you up.”

you could feel yourself shiver at the low timbre of his voice and the indication of his words, as your heart rate picked up to the point you had the feeling as though you were going to die right then and there. how did his demeanor change so suddenly? it seemed as if you were in a room with a completely different person.

the ex-captain smugly grinned as he felt your breath quicken and chest heave without him even doing much, tightening one arm around your waist, while his large hand on the other arm splayed itself on your stomach, slowly sliding down towards where you wanted him. “hm? can I do that baby?”

just as quickly as the thoughts of ‘stop, this is so wrong. what about alisa?’ appeared in your mind, they immediately disappeared with the sweet melody of kuroo calling you baby.

not being able to keep a little whine from slipping out at the pet name, you nodded, your cheeks unbearably hot. but that wasn’t enough for him. tetsurou wanted your verbal consent, even if his half-hard cock already slightly twitched at the small noise you let out without him even touching you properly, screaming at him to finally fuck you.

avoiding the area, you wanted him to touch the most, his hand grabbed your thigh, causing you to squeeze your legs together in search of relief. he tsked at your lack of words and lightly spanked your thigh before tightening his grip around the fat, earning him a surprised squeak from you. “no, use your big girl words baby. i want to hear it.”

the instant tetsurou startled you with the spank, you hurriedly grabbed onto his forearms, lightly digging your nails into the muscles. already, everything was getting too much. his smooth voice seducing you, his dominant touch jumbling up your brain, his urgent need to hear your consent, his pleasant scent of a mix of his cologne, mint and husk surrounding you. him, him, him. you wanted more. you needed more. the slick between your legs grew embarrassingly fast, smearing on the inside of your thighs, showing off kuroo’s effect on you evidently.

“please… please touch me tetsu', I need it”, you whimpered out impatiently, making him close his eyes to stop himself from cumming already, your needy voice going straight to his dick standing at full attention. and even though the menace in him wanted to tease you and hear you beg more; he knew that he didn’t have the willpower to deny himself of having you any longer.

as you felt the tall male finally place his hand underneath your towel and cup your pussy, your head rolled back onto his shoulder, giving him full access to your neck. while dragging his middle and index finger through your folds leisurely, his lips and tongue placed hungry kisses on your neck.

“fuck, angel, you’re soaking wet. Is that all because of me, hmm?”, he lowly murmured against your neck, while his fingers simultaneously slowly circled your clit. you couldn’t stop your eyes from lolling to the back of your head or the small whimper that left you, even though the ‘angel’ left a bitter taste in your mouth. as much as the pet name made your stomach all tingly, you always compared alisa to an angel, so it didn’t quite sit well to be called that by her own ex.

but as you felt his middle finger enter you, all thoughts flew out of your head. The only thing on your mind were the raspy praises against your neck and his finger moving at a torturous pace inside you.

“please tetsu', more, I need more”, you complained whiny, because as much as it was all overwhelming, it also wasn’t enough. kuroo could only grin at your eagerness, but couldn’t blame you, since his own patience was speedily wearing thin.

with an uttered ‘everything for you angel’, he added his index finger into the mix, curling the two digits and, not wasting a moment, pumping them into you at a rapid pace, eliciting a quiet moan out of you. the ex-captain noted that you weren’t much of a moaner and mentally made it a challenge to have you crying for him by the end of the night. so, without much warning, his long, thick fingers started hammering against your g-spot while his thumb circled your clit at the same time, making you squeeze your eyes shut with your mouth opening in a silent scream, your hands searching for stability on the closet in front of you.

“c’mon, y/n, baby, i know you want it, fucking give it to me. ‘been fantasizing about this so long, just wanna make you feel good and fall apart for me. show me how much of a good girl you are.” his smooth voice flowed into your ear, seducing you to fully give into him. you felt as if you were being lured by satan himself and you were just a weak little human, not nearly strong enough to resist the whisper of the devil.

with a series of soft, high-pitched moans, you came on his fingers without any warning, your legs giving out at the intensity of it all. tetsurou only tightened his arm around your waist, picking you up without any trouble, making you clench around nothing at his display of effortless strength as he withdrew his fingers from your dripping hole. you thought you heard a small ‘good girl’, but you couldn’t tell for sure with the way you were still floating on cloud nine after he brought you to your orgasm that quickly.

panting and shivering at the goosebumps erupting, you lifted your gaze up at him as he placed you on your bed, only to find him already staring at you with low lids and completely black eyes, the beautiful hazel color of his eyes lost in all the lust and desire that took over his expression.

refusing to break eye-contact, kuroo lifted his with your essence-soaked fingers to his plush lips, wrapping them around the digits and sucking lewdly at them. once again, you felt yourself clench around nothing, rubbing your thighs against each other to get some relief, when you saw his eyes roll back as he tasted you.

the next thing you knew, your back hit the bed with the broad man lying between your spread legs, making you yelp. you could feel the atmosphere around tetsurou change once again. he was a lot more feral than he was before, as if his patience were running out.

his biceps wrapped around your plush thighs, holding you in place since the feeling of his breath against your cunt made your hips twitch up at their own accord, exposing the strong want you had for the man between your legs.

“’m gonna fucking wreck you angel”, he growled against your slit, before diving right in, licking and sucking messily at your clit, your pussy lips, everywhere he could reach. and as much as it shouldn’t feel pleasurable with him being as aggressive as he was, it felt fucking heavenly. you couldn’t help but arch your back, hands flying down to tangle in his messy rooster hair and tugging at the surprisingly soft strands, causing him to moan hoarsely against your sensitive pussy, the vibrations only egging you on. something about kuroo tetsurou losing his usual provocative, teasing demeanor as he ate you out felt so raw and animalistic, that it made your head spin and toes curl.

his large hand crept up your torso and he finally removed the towel that barely hid your breasts from him before palming one, drawing a content sigh out of you at the attention. but as much as he enjoyed listening to you whine and sigh because of the pleasure he was causing you, he wanted, no, needed to hear how much you wanted this, how much you wanted him.

“tell me how it feels angel, tell me how good it feels. ‘wanna hear your pretty voice, baby”, he huskily mumbled against your clit, making you arch your back at the delicious vibrations echoing through your core. but as much as you enjoyed hearing his dirty talk, you felt insecure about yours not turning him on.

preparing yourself mentally as good as you managed with the way he ate you out like a man starved, you allowed yourself a glance down only to see him expectantly observing you. the erotic sight only coaxed another high-pitched whine out of you, your head lolling back against your pillow.

at the next harsh suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves, your hips thrusted up against his skilled tongue and you finally gave in to your desire of wanting to tell him how good he was making you feel. only him.

“fuck, tetsu', d-don’t stop. feels so good, you feel so good, only you, please, please, please”, you needily moaned while grinding your hips up, simultaneously pushing his head deeper into your pussy and if kuroo had any self-control left, it was definitely gone now.

his toned biceps tightened around your thighs. his large hands squeezed your breast and hip harshly, leaving bruises for you to discover tomorrow. his able tongue messily switched between being shoved deep inside you and swirling your clit and you could feel the bed shake with how forceful he was humping the bed just from eating you out and hearing you talk like that. every little thing contributed to your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. you were fairly sure you even blacked out for a few seconds because the next time you focused your attention back on tetsurou, he was frantically unbuttoning his jeans, with his shirt already off, whipping out his cock.

you felt your eyes widen as well as your pussy clench, you couldn’t remember the last time you were this horny, but you also weren’t sure how the fuck you were supposed to fit a cock this big and girthy inside you. meanwhile kuroo took off his boxers and contently sighed as he finally started stroking himself, giving himself some relief but it wasn’t enough. not by a long shot.

zoning in on your face once again - sweaty, low lidded eyes, blown out pupils- the impatient boy leaned down and kissed you for the first time that evening. after everything that just transpired between you two, the kiss definitely felt the most intimate, but it was also what you were craving the most from tetsurou for months now.

you didn’t know how to possibly express all the emotions you were currently overwhelmed with, so you tried to translate it all through the kiss. kissing back harder, all teeth and tongue, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, pressing your thighs against his hips, hoping it was enough to convey what you wanted to say.

apparently, it was, because you could hear kuroo lowly growl against your lips before starting to dig his fingers into your hips and grind against you, finally letting you feel him where you needed him the most.

“n-not enough, tetsu'”, you eagerly whined, raising your hips, hoping it was enough to convince him to finally fuck you like you craved him to. but as thin as his patience was at the moment, kuroo tetsurou would not be kuroo tetsurou without his teasing antics.

he slyly grinned, pressing feather-light kisses down from your lips to your throat, making his way to your breasts, where he teasingly kitten-licked your nipples a few times, letting you think you were finally getting what you wanted before he raised his head and stared you down with his almost pitch-black eyes. “mmm, I know you can do better than that kitten”, he gruffly remarked while continuing to grind against you slowly, making you jerk and mewl every time you felt the head of his cock bump against your clit. “what do you want me to do, baby?”

how he still had it in him to tease and deny you, was beyond you, because you were on the edge of breaking down from how bad you wanted him. “’want you to fuck me, tetsu'”, you confidently said while gazing into his eyes, or at least, you tried to sound confident, but you were only able to whine and moan at this point.

kuroo closed his eyes and felt himself twitch against your pussy. you were going to be the death of him. sitting back up on his knees, he grabbed his cock and lined it up with your entrance, making you spread your legs automatically wider at the sight.

with one sharp snap of his hips, you both groaned simultaneously, your groan high-pitched, his low and guttural, at the feeling you’ve both been craving for. “fuck, you’re on birth control, right?”, he asked, straining himself as to not just start pounding you into oblivion or cum right on the spot.

“yes, shit”, you breathlessly answered, putting your hands against his toned abdomen as to let him know to wait, which only made him clench his abs at the feeling of your soft hands on his exposed skin. “j-just give me a sec, need a moment”, you murmured avoiding eye contact, suddenly shy at the fact that you were just lying there with kuroo balls deep inside you.

sensing your mood shift, the tall male grinned his cheshire-grin at you and teasingly remarked: “why? am i too big for you, huh?”, hoping it’d make you laugh and relax a bit, soon realizing that the idea completely back-fired on him.

as you started to laugh at his arrogant remark, hitting his abs slightly and telling him to shut up, your core clenched in-sync with your laughter, making you freeze at the sudden loud, almost pornographic moan escaping tetsurou’s lips.

looking up at him, you finally realized how much he was holding back as to not hurt you or make you uncomfortable. the handsome boys’ wild hair was already sticking to the sweat forming on his forehead, his jaw clenched painfully, nostrils flaring, eyebrows furrowed, biceps bulging with how hard he was gripping the sheets beside your hips to restrain himself. the thought of him wanting to fuck you so bad but holding back for your pleasure and well-being, was enough to make you clench down on him again, rolling your hips up against his and declaring: “’m ready, tetsu'. please, f-fuck me”.

with your words and the grinding of your hips, kuroo really couldn’t hold back the little stutter his hips did against yours but fuck, was he embarrassed by it. he felt like a teenager, touching real boobs for the first time all over again, knowing he wouldn’t last long. not with how long he had fantasized about this and with how you reacted to his every move and touch, squeezing him so tight, he felt like he wouldn’t even be able to move.

“’m gonna break you”, and with those final words, his large, veiny hands gripped your hips in a bruising, vice grip, pulling out so only his tip was inside your messy, drooling cunt, before snapping right back in, making you choke on your breath at the impact.

as much as kuroo wanted to bust inside you right then and there, the strong urge to see you lose yourself on his cock while he ruined every other man for you was much more prominent. so, the ex-captain rutted in your pussy like his life depended on it, wanting your moans and mewls and whines to never stop. there was so much that was running through his head while being empty at the same time. the only thought was to bring you both to earth-shattering orgasms, but he also wanted to spit in your mouth, choke you, spank your thighs and ass till you wouldn’t be able to sit tomorrow. he wanted to come on your thighs, your tits, face, but he also wanted to breed you.

you two were definitely way too young for children but he couldn’t get the mental image of you, stuffed with his cum with it running down your legs out of his mind, only making it harder for him not to cum immediately.

but you weren’t doing better either. the pace that kuroo was fucking you at, had you seeing stars, riding you up higher on the bed with every thrust and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you gripped the sheets, his hands, his forearms, your breasts, anything, to try to stabilize yourself as you approached your high embarrassingly fast without your clit even being touched.

just as the thought crossed your mind, you felt tetsus’ calloused fingertips, from years of playing volleyball, circle your clit, causing you to throw your head back with your lips open in a silent scream.

“fuck, you’re so fucking tight kitten, so much better than i ever imagined. cum for me, wanna feel you cream on my fat cock, wanna see you lose your mind baby, give it to me”. at this point, he basically started rambling on about how hot and tight you were, how he wanted you to cum around his cock so badly, how you were gonna make him cum so hard, how you were making such a mess for him, what a good girl you were.

just as you felt yourself almost falling over the edge at the added stimulus to your clit and the filthy praises that were coming out of his mouth, you yanked the boy down by his arm, wrapping your arms around him firmly and kissing him so hard, you were sure you both would have bruised lips later.

with the new position and the intimacy of being pressed up against each other, one more thrust, and you were gone. cumming around his cock so hard, you couldn’t remember the last time someone made you cum that hard, if ever.

the pornographic moans of his name along with some ‘fuck’s and ‘so good’s, the jerking of your body against his and the vice-grip of your pussy on his dick as you came. it was all too much for the poor boy who didn’t even cum once the whole time, while you already had three orgasms under your belt. the last straw was your quiet, little ‘cum inside tetsu', want you to fill me up’ and so, a few short, sloppy thrusts later, kuroo buried his face in your neck, groaning loudly as he came inside, spurting hot, white cum against your abused walls.

the feeling of being filled up to the hilt by kuroo tetsurou was intoxicating. you whined, wrapping your legs around his hips, caging him in so he couldn’t pull out, not wanting the moment to end.

you both lied there, trying to catch your breath. as he pulled out after a few moments and got up to go grab a towel to clean you up, your hand caught his. “don’t go, where are you going?”, you whined needily, wanting to cuddle, to worn-out to care about the mess gushing out of your hole onto the bed sheets.

chuckling, the tall boy leaned down, kissing your forehead: “’m not going anywhere angel, I’m just gonna grab a towel and clean you up”. with that he retreated to the bathroom in search of a towel to use.

you, on the other hand, suddenly sobered up from your drunk-on-lust high at the pet name, making you realize what you just did. fuck, you just banged alisa’s ex-boyfriend. they weren’t even broken off for that long and you already betrayed her.

feeling like a bad friend and complete whore, you didn’t even register said ex-boyfriend was back, making you flinch at the sudden contact of your sensitive pussy with the wet, rough towel.

“relax baby, it’s just me”, he teasingly chuckled, while cleaning you up. when he didn’t hear you chuckle or bite back at his teasing, his expression morphed into a frown, lifting his gaze from your core to your face. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing, thanks.” but of course, you were lying. the panic that slowly settled in your chest was threatening to suffocate you. hell, you weren’t even able to look at him properly.

you felt kuroo grab your chin with his fingers gently, turning your head so you had to look at him. tetsurou was completely serious, he only hoped you weren’t regretting what just transpired between you two, as he repeated: “what’s. wrong?”, emphasizing those two words so you knew there was no point in lying.

feeling your eyes water up, you cursed yourself for showing weakness, since you weren’t one to cry often, especially in front of other people. “what are we going to tell alisa?”

that caught him off guard. “alisa?”, he repeated questioningly, as if he didn’t know what you meant. how could he not know? was he that stupid?

you sat up, rubbing at your eyes frantically with the rising anger inside your chest. “yeah, alisa. your ex. the one that’s like a sister to me. how am I supposed to look her in the eyes after what we just did?”

kuroo wasn’t stupid. you could vouch for that any day. you saw him in your lecture, and you had studied a lot with him, but right now, you were sure he was the dumbest person you ever knew, even beating lev. because even after explaining, he still only looked at you with a confused gaze, saying: “i don’t quite follow?”

groaning, you ran your hands through your hair in frustration, declaring: “you’re really smart, but you’re being so fucking dumb right now. how the fuck am I supposed to talk to one of my closest friends after I fucked her ex-boyfriend, who she loved by the way, not even that long after they broke up?”

finally, it clicked in kuroo’s brain. but the last thing you expected, was to hear him laugh. your head snapped up at the sound, glaring at him you almost growled: “what the fuck’s so funny, you fucking bedhead?”

“oh wow, throwing in the insults huh?”, he said between chuckles. “it’s funny because alisa was the one who encouraged me to come here tonight, though I don’t think she wanted us to outright fuck but, you know.”

what now?

“what do you mean she encouraged you to come here?”, you interrogated perplexed. suddenly he was acting all shy and sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck with his big hand, avoiding your eyes.

“well… we’re still friends, so we were talking about our lectures a week ago and she suddenly mentioned how you also were a fan of 'pride and rejudice'. i just… got kinda excited at that, since alisa wasn’t really interested in things like that, so i started asking her about it. she then called me out on my crush on you, saying she already knows why i was so distracted the weeks leading up to our break-up, thinking about you.”

while listening, your anger slowly morphed into nervousness at kuroo openly admitting he also had a crush on you, but you wanted him to finish his story before addressing the elephant in the room.

“i apologized immediately, thinking she was angry at me, but you know her. she was so sweet, saying she would only be happier if it worked out between us. after, she tried to set us up to talk to each other, but you avoided me like the plague, so she told me to come here before the party since you were running late, to confront you and settle it once and for all but uh…”, he sheepishly smiled, “i kinda got distracted when you opened the door in only a towel, so… that didn’t go as planned.”

sitting with your mouth agape in a ‘o’, your brain tried to process all the information, not knowing what to say to his confession and explanation.

“soooo… she’s not gonna hate me and cancel our friendship?”, you carefully pressed, just to be sure. “no, I don’t think she will”, he chortled.

“oh.”

with that, the room was suddenly extremely silent, making you and kuroo even more nervous. clearing his throat, he couldn’t take the silence anymore. “are you gonna give me an answer to my confession, or am I like, totally embarrassing myself right now?”

“uh, no, yeah”, you softly giggled at his obvious anxiousness. taking his face between your hands, you looked right into his hazel eyes in the dim lighting, before gently smiling at him.

“i like you too, nerd.”

bonus:

the next morning, you woke up to your phone aggressively vibrating on your nightstand beside your bed. you blindly reached out, picking up the call without even opening your eyes, clearly still half-asleep.

“hello?”, you groggily asked your caller, wondering who the fuck was calling you this early, when lev’s voice filled your ear. “y/n? hey, we we’re worried about you yesterday. why didn’t you show up? it was so much fun”, the big, over-grown baby whined.

looking down at the reason you weren’t able to attend the party sleeping soundly with his head on your chest, you smiled, carding your fingers softly through his raven-black hair.

“just… reasons”.

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Lydia’s Legacy

Author: Me

Info: This is a story i am working on that’s none important and I wanna post the first chapter draft here to see what tips I can receive. Overall the story is based off a horribly vivid dream I had regarding a young witch and the coven elders/supremes.

So, here’s my chapter one.

Lydia rode the train from Amber Court to Lilac Lane. She didn’t know why but her familiar brought a note addressed back to here. The familiar sat around her neck, judgingly. She felt powerful with her partner around her neck; Dermon, the familiar, was large and a powerful serpent. He protected Lydia from danger or led her to new and exciting adventures her coven may disapprove of. This time it was more frightening.

Traveling wasn’t Lydia's favorite, but when Dermon brought a note from an anonymous source simply stating “Only you can,” it definitely sparked some interest into the young girl's mind. Though she knows she mustn’t travel without some kind of communication, she goes without those means. She feels the aura radiating off the note; the feeling of plea and desperation. Something about it should be secret.

Hours on the train and still two stops to make. If it wasn’t forbidden in her coven she’d teleport to this place, she’d lose her means of power for life and be banished to mortal worlds. Something about this trip was anxiety ridden. Something was going to get her in trouble with the coven but she couldn’t figure out what. She had found a small pamphlet on her coven. This place wasn’t like others. Her coven was a large community of maybe upwards of 15,000 witches and warlocks. Her father and mother are high leveled witches working alongside the elders in top secret bunkers where only they would know where. Being in this coven meant giving up a normal mortal life and swearing your soul to the god and goddess of Wicca. This swearing gives people powers they couldn’t ever imagine, but there are laws and if broken there are some EXTREME consequences to ignorance.

Lydia had scraps with the Elders, for mostly using small spells to attack her bullies or using her familiar to put fear into those who crossed her. Familiars must also be summoned with certain precautions. Most of which Lydia ignored. Her parents have begged the Elders multiple times that they’d get her under control and was only given minor slaps on the wrist. Lydia promised them the last sixteen times she’d stop doing such reckless things, but where’s the fun in being a good witch?

Watching out the window, one stop away from her destination. She wondered what her parents may think of her disappearance. The trees sag as the air blows by them from the train. Leaves thrashing around when picked up off the ground. The sky was dark though, maybe a storm was coming that Lydia wasn’t informed of? She ignores that thought and her eyes wander to a figure in the middle of a field they pass now. It gave such strong negative energy which caused Lydia to peer out the window closer, she watches as this figure raises its small petite hands. The fingers of this decrepit hand form and move into a spell, only used by outlawed or banned witches who avoided power removal.

This spell sent off a powerful blast of energy coming straight for Lydia's part of the train. Dermon slithers off her into his humanoid figure to cover Lydia as this energy crashes into the steel car. Lydia braces herself while being held protectively by Dermon. The energy tho wasn’t to destroy the car but it seeped through the cracks of the car and made their way to Dermon and Lydia.

She moves past Dermon, his long arms reach for her to keep her from this entity. They grasp her arm and pull her to him, “S~stay.”

“What is it?” Lydia’s smaller frame turns toward him, her face full of worry and wonder.

“S~something that s~shouldn’t be here,” Dermon hates to admit it but he didn’t know what it is, but something within him said to keep her away. His only job was to protect her and he couldn’t mess that up.

“Dermon, let me see it.” She looks curious and strict, she wanted answers and if risking her life meant to figure it out, she would take the chance every time. Dermon simply shackles his head in disapproval.

“Absolutely not, Mis~stress,” Lydia was annoyed with this answer and cast a simple protection spell over herself. She pushes Dermon gently to the side and goes toward this energy swirling around, “Lydia, no.”

She didn’t listen and continued to reach out to this entity. Almost instantaneously the energy hits her hand and swallows her whole. The entity becomes black in color and Dermon rushes to get her out but is blasted backward into the adjacent wall. A groan escapes his lips and now he begins panicking. He knew he had no power to save Lydia, he may have just lost the only person he cared about.

Lydia watches her familiar from inside the entity. She felt her heart drop with fear as her friend was thrown away from her. “What do you want from me?” She pleads.

No response.

Suddenly a rush of power surges through her. Something she has never felt before. Her head flies back as her eyes light with a purple hue. Her body felt such pain right when she realized the power intensity. She lets out a scream so bloodcurdling, she thought her voice box may explode from the stress. Dermon hears her cries and yells for the entity to stop, though he knew they wouldn’t yield.

As fast as it happened and as fast as they tried to move, the entity disappears without a trace. Lydia was unaware of her body being lifted into the air, her body felt paralyized. Once the entity dissipated her body fell to the floor of the train. Dermon rushes to her side.

“Lydia? Please respond to me, my s~sweet,” His voice cracked in fear, he loved Lydia so much and couldn’t bear being masterless.

“I’m fine, Dermon. I’m alive.” Her voice was weak and she moved as though her bones were as stiff as stone, “Don’t sweat about me, I saw the entity throw you. Are you alright?”

“Miss~s, I am fine. I didn’t get engulfed by such a negative force. Are you feeling well? Shall we go return home?”

“No, I think the note had to do with whatever just happened.”

“That’s ridiculous~ss,” Dermon looked at Lydia with anger, but Lydia saw fear in his eyes.

“Dermon, who sent me that letter, you know it and won’t tell me?” Lydia sits up, her thick thighs bring her body up. She waits for Dermon's response but instead a horn and the abrupt stop of the train pulls her attention. She grabs her bag and races for the door, Dermon simply follows her out. She reaches a hand out back away from her toward Dermon. She doesn’t look to him, only creates this sad gesture to ask him silently to go back to his serpent form. He sighs but obliges to her request. He gently grabs her hand and kisses it gently as he turns back into his dangerous form. Slithering himself up and around her neck to rest while they travel.

Lydia's alternative style clashes with the cottage-core vibes of the village she arrives in. It evokes looks from everyone, not one of menace but curiosity. Most smile and move about their day. These witches were a part of her coven of course, though she knows the different separations of the powers happens. Her family's power relies on the energies and darker arts. Those from these more light and flower-ish communities are nature reliant. She always wanted her powers to be based on nature, but those who receive can’t choose.

Her eyes caught those of another young witch, her age. The young woman's skin tan, not from the sun. She was naturally glowing a carmel color off her cheek bones. The girl's hair was bobbed and blonde. The ladies eyes were a fierce and electric blue. Lydia glazed at the outfit, Her shoes were elegant loafers that were perfectly rounded to fit her feet. The socks she wore were cuffed and edged with lace. The dress reached right below her knees, and the color of a dark denim. underneath this denim dress sat a puffy armed shirt in white to collide with her socks more flowingly. The girl smiled shyly at Lydia with a small look of flirtation. Lydia had never been one to initiate a pick up line, but this girl drew her in.

She walked up to the girl with a small amount of confidence. Right when she stops in front of the girl, a small feline crosses between the two. All black, usually a sign of negative forthcoming, but Lydia never saw it as that.

“Apologies for my familiar. He happens to be protective over me.” Her voice was soft and created this warm happiness in Lydia’s heart. Something she wasn’t used to.

“No worries, darling. Very handsome familiar you have,” Lydia's longer hair falls in her face a bit as she gives a smug smirk toward the girl. She pushes the hair back and sees the girl give her a once over. Lydia follows the girl's eyes down her own body seeing her outfit. She felt straight out of a fan-fiction with her black ripped jeans, more rough ripped than most she sees on morals. Hers are self created. Then her over-sized black sweater hung low on her body as one shoulder slid down her arm to flash her very bright red bralette.

Their coven community was very mortal styled. They weren’t in the 1800’s so they kept up with the style choices of modern times. Elders believed being dressed similar to morals created a safer hiding when they built up their communities. This helped keep moral witch hunters at bay.

“Your style is very dark core, huh?” The girl laughed softly as Lydia seemed distressed over her outfit choices now, “You’re cute,” the honesty and bravery intrigued Lydia.

“What’s your name?” Lydia stands up straighter and smiles at the girl warmingly.

“My parents are kind of a wild card when it comes to name. I have what most people would refer to as ‘quirky,’” the girl giggles and looks around a minute almost as if to summon courage, “I’m Persephone, most call me Steph because it’s less flashy,” she seemed embarrassed by her name. It was perfect for her, she embodied the overall presence of the goddess. The story of Persephone and how she reacts or acts about things almost aline so far with what Lydia had seen so far.

“I’m Lydia, keep my digits cutie,” Lydia hands the girl a slip of paper and winks. Steph smiles and nods.

“I will, Lydia,” Steph turns and walks away disappearing from Lydia’s vision. She watched her leave with curiosity, something about that girl made her heart beat faster.

“Don’t go around giving random people things~ss, Lyd,” the serpent hissed at her.

“Quiet,” She silenced Dermon with one simple word. Had he hurt her enough to make her hate him now?

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