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nymphea0 · 5 months ago

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Until Death My Love

Part 4 (END).

Yandere husband x Wife Reader

Warning : mention of fire, chase scenes, and some mature content, mention of sleeping drug.

Please read the warning before you start to reading this story, might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. I think to make a special chapter what do you think? Should i make it?. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my story,love.- Neva🦋🦋

Word Count Around : 1679 Word

Story Part 1 : Until Death My Love

Story Part 2 : Until Death My Love

Story Part 3 : Until Death My Love

'Brooklyn, New York.'

It's been a month since you ran away from your house and your husband.

You admit that you are very scared, you believe all of Roana's words that said that Alex, your husband, would kill you because you were caught entering his secret room.

You always knew that Alex loved you very much, but you didn't know that he had even noticed you during school, somehow you felt like he was stalking you behind his friendly smile.

Picture of yourself that were taken secretly, the body of someone who was quite familiar with you. You can't believe that Alex did that, your husband who you always thought was a normal man who was successful working as a coal company CEO turned out to be just a disguise as a mafia associate, you feel like he has deceived you.

This morning you will start your work as a library cleaning staff in the corner of Brooklyn, New York.

The city is quite crowded, the population is quite dense, and it is very easy to find work here. While cleaning the library bookshelves, sometimes you think about going back to Alex, your husband, maybe if you didn't follow Roana's words, you might be relaxing at home right now.

But you are not ready for the risk of what Alex will do if he finds out that you know his little secret.

But the rice has become porridge, you can't turn back what has happened.

The Graze Library, or more like an old bookstore, is deserted and the salary you get is not that big, but at least it is enough to support yourself.

It's been 1 month and 3 weeks that you have been in Brooklyn, you always come home late, because your working hours start from morning to noon, then continue with the evening until 9 pm.

Through the wet asphalt cobblestone roads due to the rain, you don't know .... since when you feel like someone is watching you.

Only the sound of rats and your footsteps can be heard on the quiet streets towards your shabby and cheap apartment.

'Tap'

Trying to avoid puddles of water that could make your shoes wet.

Just as you arrive in front of the door of your apartment building, you hear the sound of a trash can falling.

Either because you are paranoid or you are too shocked, you immediately look back only to see there is only a rat and a trash can that has fallen.

'Cit'

'cit'

Sighing in relief that it was just a sewer rat busy looking for food.

Opening the door of the apartment building and entering the building. Walking slowly while greeting the male receptionist who is busy playing with his cellphone with a friendly smile.

Entering the elevator slowly, and pressing the button for the 6th floor.

'Ting'

The elevator door opens, you walk slowly in the dim hallway of this cheap apartment building. Even though this building has 8 floors, you can't help but feel afraid to live in this building.

This building rents out apartments at a cheap price, because this building has entered the criteria for an unsuitable building. But what can you do if you only have a little money, no one will rent an apartment building for 45$ for a whole year.

Stopping in front of a wooden door with peeling paint, unlocking the door and entering your small apartment.

'Krieet'

Even the sound from the door was more terrifying than your financial condition.

After making sure the door was locked, you walked tiredly to the leather sofa that was even torn to shreds. That night you slept so soundly that you didn't even notice the bouquet of flowers in your bedroom.

That morning ... you couldn't help but worry about what you saw, a bouquet of primroses, fresh flowers tied with a white ribbon.

Looking around the apartment you couldn't help but worry who would even dare to enter someone else's house without the owner's permission?

Primrose or people call it primula flower, a flower with various colors.... has a fairly romantic philosophy, namely passion, love and loyalty.

Who in this world even dares to give it in someone's bedroom? Does the person who gave this intend to seduce you?.

You really want to throw away the flower, but your heart says otherwise, the flower is too beautiful to be thrown in the trash.

That afternoon you worked as usual, you rested and ate a chocolate bar as a filler for your stomach that was screaming for food.

Sitting relaxing under a willow tree, the graze library is on the corner of our Brooklyn, close to the forests. Looking at the river rippling slowly following the flow of the ships that passed by.

After resting, you continued working, tonight you came home above 9 o'clock! . You didn't know that the person who was supposed to be on the night shift today was playing truant and you had no choice but to replace him at work.

It was past 12 midnight, midnight .... a pretty good night for people who want to commit crimes.

That night, Aunt Irene, the old woman who slept in the library said to spend the night in the library, it's not good for a young woman like you to go out in the middle of the day.

But you are stubborn, you want to sleep soundly in your dusty room.

With strong determination you walk faster than usual, passing the willow trees, only accompanied by the sound of mice and also dim street lights.

You feel very watched, you feel like someone is watching you.

Then at the end of the road, you see so many people gathered in front of your apartment building, there you see a beam of fire that shoots wildly in your apartment building.

With quick steps you head towards the crowd. Ask one of the random people there

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you, why is this building on fire?"

"Miss, are you a resident of this building? If so, it's too bad, a few hours ago there were some people in black suits who forcibly bombed this building, who knows what their motives were, but the police and security forces are still investigating it"

You could only be pensive hearing that, walking unsteadily to the people who were evacuating, you looked around your apartment building which was crowded with people, many firefighters were busy putting out the fire.

You looked sadly at your shabby apartment building that had been completely devoured by fire.

Where will you sleep tonight. Planning to go back to the library only to stop frozen.

There you saw Alex, standing not far from you, looking at you with longing eyes.

You panicked with 1001 ways to avoid danger, you ran away from Alex, who of course he chased you.

Running as hard as you could down the muddy cobblestone streets of Brooklyn was not an easy thing.

You could hear Alex calling your name. You just keep running and running, you can hear clearly, Alex is chasing you with his men.

Are you going to die? Does Alex want to kill you because you know his little secret.

Your breath is very heavy, you can feel that your heart is beating as fast as you are pumping adrenaline to get away from Alex, only to feel your hand being pulled so hard by Alex, your husband!.

"Caught you, my love"

Alex wraps one arm around your waist, the other holds your chin.

"Are you satisfied hmm? Is my love satisfied playing running around?"

You don't know what to do, you can only be silent and frozen.

"Why my dear? Why did you leave me? Did I do something wrong?"

"Answer me love?!".

Alex with his hands that are holding your chin tighter, stares into your eyes sharply.

With a very deep longing and passion, Alex kissed your lips very aggressively, the kiss was full of longing, and thirsty for touch. His lips claimed your lips.

His tongue played with yours, releasing your wild kisses, Alex looked at you who was in his arms.

His leather-gloved hand touched your lips which were swollen from Alex's kiss.

You don't know why but slowly but surely you feel your body limp in Alex's arms.

Damn, you realized too late that Alex slipped sleeping pills into your previous kiss.

Your vision blurred, you could only see Alex smirking at you, and finally you fell unconscious in Alex's arms.

Alex, your husband, he has been watching you his little wife for 1 month, letting you live in this shabby apartment, he really wants to pick you up by force and shower you with luxury and not poverty, how can his love live in poverty, he is not willing.

Following his father's advice, Alex let you enjoy your simple life.

In a shabby and old apartment, working in a library that was even deserted, always eating instant food.

His heart ached so much, seeing his wife live so miserably, but he had to restrain himself, just think of this as a lesson for yourself that you can't live without him, his wife who is so weak and needs protection so much, his stray cat who really likes to find trouble.

His heart ached even more when you smiled kindly at the male receptionist whose face wasn't even that big, how dare you, his little wife, make him jealous, so he would burn down that shabby apartment, he had enough of restraining himself, he had enough of seeing you live in poverty.

Alex looked at you who was currently sleeping soundly in Alex's mansion in New York City.

You were sleeping very peacefully, wearing only his shirt, one of your hands was tied by gold-colored handcuffs combined with a small chain wrapped around the handcuffs.

Walking slowly but surely, Alex sat beside you who was sleeping, brushing your hair that covered your face from his view.

Gently stroking your face, kissing your forehead lovingly, then your cheek, then your nape, until biting your neck affectionately which currently left a love bite mark.

That night your eyes opened, Alex claimed you as his, claiming his very naughty wife, that night, only witnessed by the moonlight shining through the window, illuminating 2 people who were busy wrestling in bed in the pleasures of the world.

How many hours is it? You don't know what time it is, Alex your husband, busy making love to you, busy moaning erotically in your ear.

Busy making sure you are pregnant with his child. Alex, a man who always holds back, he doesn't hold back tonight.

With his possessions united with you, and you who can no longer think rationally, can only follow the rhythm of your husband's game.

That night Alex made love to you like an animal in mating season, very brutal and did not give you a break to breathe.

"Haah .... must make you pregnant yeah ?? My darling must be pregnant ... nghh that way .... you will not run away from me anymore"

Alex held your body that was already limp under his body, kissing your lips passionately Alex said.

"Rest my love, very naughty, my very naughty wife ahh you make me crazy about you my darling, don't expect you can get away from me"

"Even until death ...you are mine..love"

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sphireath-wisp · 4 months ago

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Hihi!!! I was just wondering if you could do just little cute scenarios with sae, yoichi, and rin (gn! reader + all individual)

im sorry if this isn't as detailed as you wish but I'm just really craving tooth rotting fluff+ take your time (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Sypnosis: In the busy hustle and bustle of life, it's sometimes hard to find time to spend together. When there's time, what are the hobbies/little things both of you do together?

Warning: My readers are always morally grey in some way because it's more realistic to me, not proofread

Author's note: Thank you so much for reaching out and giving me this ask! I'll try my best to weave my story together to match your request. I owe my friend a good favour, so I hope you don't mind me adding her BL favourite here. Thank you so much for your understanding ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕

Featuring: Sae Itoshi, Yoichi Isagi, Rin Itoshi x GN! reader

SAE ITOSHI... finds himself most at ease during late-night drives with you in the passenger seat. The windows are down, you're sticking your head out of the car despite his multiple warnings, and he can't stop smiling. His free hand is reaching for you and tugging your shirt down, and his eyes drift to your pouting face in the rearview mirror.

Usually, his late-night drives together with you have no real destination. Acting purely on a whim, Sae always drives you wherever feels right. Sometimes, it's the port right by the beach. Other times, he's driving you to an empty parking lot. Today, he decides to let you have the privilege of choosing where to go.

And when you ultimately decide to go to a playground out of all places, he scoffs but does a U-turn without hesitation.

Is it currently 11 p.m. and does he have a schedule he almost-religiously follows? Yes, and he has a feeling that he won't have enough time to drink his salted kombucha tomorrow morning. Is he tired? Absolutely. Why would he do all of this when he knows damn well he has practice tomorrow?

Hell, he's asking himself that as he opens the car door for you and helps you out.

With a cheeky peck on Sae's cheek, you wash away his thoughts and he returns the favour with a kiss on your forehead. "Let's go get a new car, yeah?" Sae shuts the car door behind you. You're bewildered, to say the least, "I'll let you pick a design this time."

"Look! It's here, it's here!" Your boyfriend, YOICHI ISAGI, geeks out in the manga section of your local bookstore. "Oh yeah, didn't they release figures already? Season 2 is being released soon, right?"

His smile only grows wider when you nod. He's crouching down beside you as you tower over him, leaning down slightly to watch him stare at the various covers. Standing back up on his feet with two in hand, Isagi seems to have reached a slight dilemma.

"Ah... should I get the latest chapter? Or should I..." Oh, isn't that the romance manga you recommended to him? The main couple was cheesy, but it reminded you a lot of how your relationship with Isagi is. Turning your head away, you find yourself stifling a giggle - how cute.

After a moment of deep thought, Isagi sulks. His shoulders slump and he kneels back down, placing both the mangas back on their shelves. Like a defeated puppy, he crouches there for a moment in silence.

"What's up?"

"I can't decide, so it's better if I don't get one or else I'll spend the rest of the day regretting it," He's solemn, your heart clenches when he forces an awkward smile. It's not a big deal, but... "You can borrow my copy y'know, don't be shy."

He perks up. It's a simple gesture, but the simplest things in life have always pleased Isagi the most. With a bashful laugh, he picks out the manga he wanted - he can indulge a little, he decides. "Right, I'm sorry. You didn't need to see how let down I was over something so small." Honestly, Isagi's a little shy. It's only been a few months into the relationship. He wants to respect you and your boundaries.

"I'll get you something in return, thank you."

RIN ITOSHI yelps when he stumbles out of your bedroom to the dimly lit living room of your apartment, sucking back a hiss from the base of his throat when something jabs at his foot. His disappointment only grows when he lifts his foot to see the imprint of a Lego brick on the sole. "What do you think you're doing? At 1 in the morning?" The once groggy Rin Itoshi is now wide awake, meeting your avoidant gaze. As you continue to piece together your Lego set, you mumble, "...couldn't sleep. I usually don't have trouble, but I don't know what's up with me today."

Despite his reluctance, he walks over to you and plops onto the carpet beside you. "Aren't you a little too old for this?" Rin begins while mindlessly piecing bricks together. His back is against your shoulder, partially leaning his weight onto you.

You scoff once he grabs the manual. "You're one to talk," you retort as you pull apart Lego pieces, "In case you haven't realized it, you happen to be playing with my Lego set."

"In case you haven't realized it, I'm helping you, idiot," There's no real malice in his voice. He crosses his legs and straightens his spine, turning to gather the pieces in a pile and redo everything from scratch. You clearly seem to be struggling. He'll never admit it, but he doesn't like the aching gap in his chest when you're not in bed with him.

It's a good excuse in his head. He's simply helping you out so you'll return to his embrace as soon as possible. It's just that. He's totally not enjoying playing with Legos with you - he convinces himself mentally with starry eyes when you both finish the overwhelming set at 2:30 a.m.

"Phew! Now to take it apart!"

"Hell no."

Taglist: @mikmwehehe, @saexy (while you did archive your old account, you are technically still on my list!! Please tell me if you want to get removed and I'll do it asap)

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merrybloomwrites · 3 months ago

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The Only Way of Knowing You (Chapter 2)

Story Summary: After a chance encounter, Y/N finds herself on a series of dates with Harry Styles. She shares with him her innocence regarding physical intimacy, and he takes his responsibility in teaching her all about that very seriously.

Chapter Summary: Y/N and Harry go on their first dates, and Y/N accidentally reveals her secret, which Harry is nothing but supportive about.

Word Count: 4.3K

Content Warning: talks about sex, mentions of religion

AN: Totally forgot about tag lists! Lmk if you want to be on a tag list for this series to get notified when the other chapters get posted!

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You wake up Saturday morning feeling extra jittery. Today is the day you see Harry again, this time for your official first date. You check your text conversation one more time, just to make sure that this is real. Once you’re absolutely certain that this is happening, you get up, eat breakfast, and begin to get ready.

It’s just coffee, you remind yourself as you look through your closet for something to wear. You pull out jeans and an oversized sweater, wanting to be warm since it’s still the middle of January. After deciding on an outfit you get in the shower, trying to calm your swirling thoughts with the warm water.

After drying off, you meticulously do your makeup and then loosely curl your hair. You hope that you found that perfect line, staying just casual enough while still getting a little glam. Or at least more so than your typical ponytail and a touch of mascara look you do most days.

Even though you take your time getting ready, it’s still early once you’re done. You decide to have a small snack, since Harry had said coffee. But you’re meeting at one so maybe he meant lunch as well. But maybe not. And you don’t want to go starving, but also you don’t want to be too full in case he does want a meal with you.

So yea, you’re sitting there, overthinking, while eating a granola bar and a piece of fruit. Not exactly the chill, relaxing morning you had planned. But let’s face it, you’re about to go on your first date ever. And it’s with a celebrity that you’ve idolized for years. That’s not something to be chill about.

When it’s finally time to start walking to the coffee shop you feel a sense of relief that the suspense will finally be over. You’re going to meet Harry, and have coffee, and whatever happens, happens.

You pull on your heaviest coat, slipping your phone, wallet, and keys into the pockets, and start your walk. The place he chose isn’t far from you, just under a mile. That’s walkable in your eyes, and you’d rather take a slow stroll there than have to find parking. A walk will relax you. Parking in the busy neighborhood will heighten your stress, and really, you do not need more stress at the moment.

When you walk in the store you realize it’s not a coffee shop, but more a bookstore with a coffee corner in the back. You walk around a bit to see if Harry is there, but you’re early so you’re not surprised when you don’t find him.

It’s warm inside so you take off your coat and drape it over your arm. You wander the stacks while you wait, and as you read the synopsis of a random book you hear a voice behind you say, “Didn’t take you as someone who’d be a fan of Lovecraftian Horror.”

You quickly turn and see Harry standing there, dressed similar to you in jeans and a hoodie. You’re silent for a moment, just smiling at the sight of him before your brain catches up and you answer, “It’s always important to try new things,” you say before adding, “But maybe not today.” You place the book back on the shelf and turn back to face Harry.

The two of you stand there awkwardly for a moment before Harry says, “Would you like to grab some coffee? They’ve got good soup and sandwiches if you’re hungry.”

“Sounds perfect,” you answer and he places his hand on your lower back to lead you towards the coffee corner. You try to act normal at the gesture, but inside you’re freaking out at this contact. It’s so sweet, so casual! And so completely new to you.

“I nearly always get the veggie soup here,” he says as the two of you stand looking at the menu board.

“Oh that sounds good. I think I might go with the tomato basil,” you reply.

“That’s delicious as well.”

“Do you come here a lot?” You ask.

“Not all the time, but it is one of my favorite places in the area. Nice and private so I tend to fly under the radar here.”

Just then a woman steps behind the counter and says, “Hi Harry, nice to see you again.”

“Hi Evelyn, how have you been?”

“Can’t complain. How are you?”

“I’m doing well! Evie, this is Y/N,” he says, gesturing towards you and you shyly smile and say hello.

“Finally letting someone in on your best kept secret huh?” Evelyn asks. Harry just chuckles at that and Evelyn says, “So what can I get for you guys?”

The two of you order, Harry insisting on paying, and soon you’re both sitting at a secluded table enjoying your tea and soup.

For the next hour and a half you sit and chat, getting to know each other and enjoying one another’s company.

There are also little touches. Nothing crazy, just his hand grazing yours or him tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, but it’s enough to make you want to melt right there in your seat. You’ve never had this kind of attention before, and each and every one of these little firsts is so special to you.

After nearly two hours together there’s a natural lull in the conversation and Harry says, “You know, I’ve never asked a fan out on a date before. Was always told it was a bad idea, it would be too messy. I was just so excited about my niece when I met you that I guess I forgot about all that.”

Suddenly you're nervous, expecting him to say that he regrets this or that it can’t happen again. Sensing your distress, Harry quickly adds, “But I’m so happy that I did. I really enjoyed getting to be with you today. And uhm, I’d like to do it again sometime. If you’d like that as well.”

You’re instantly relieved and reply, “I would. I had fun getting to know you.”

The two of you share a small smile and stand. Harry puts his arms out, silently asking for a hug, and you’re happy to accept. His arms around you are strong, and warm, and he smells so lovely. It pains you to pull away but at the same time you’re still not entirely comfortable with public displays of affection, even if it is just a hug.

After saying goodbye you start your walk home, reflecting on the afternoon. It had been a perfect first date in your opinion, and you can’t wait to see Harry again.

Your next date doesn’t happen for a few weeks, family matters and work schedules making it hard to find a time. You do text a bit and have a couple phone calls, neither of you wanting to go so long without talking.

It’s a mild Saturday in February, and you guys decide to go on a hike. You’ve been trapped inside for months due to the cold, damp weather, and this is the perfect opportunity to finally get some fresh air. There’s a trail you like that you send to Harry, and he confirms he’s on board.

He picks you up mid-morning to drive together to the trailhead. It feels so casual, comfortable, even a tad domestic. Music is playing from the radio and you’re both commenting on the scenery you pass, telling random stories you think of along the way.

The dirt parking lot is nearly empty when you get there, just two other cars, indicating that you likely won’t be seeing many people on the trail.

You start the walk, the mixture of easy exercise, fresh air, and good company all making for a perfect morning. The goal of the hike is a lookout point, and while it’s not the most spectacular view, especially in the winter, it’s still quite impressive. You look out over the valley, observing the different little towns tucked in the rolling hills.

Harry stands beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist, and you focus on simply breathing like a normal person. It’s electric, the feeling of him touching you, even through layers of clothing. When you turn to look at him you find he’s already turned towards you, his eyes darting down to your lips.

You nearly stop breathing once again, sending that he may be about to kiss you and trying to figure out if you’re more excited or nervous about that fact. He leans in slowly, his face inches from yours. Suddenly a bird takes off from a nearby branch, startling you both and effectively ruining the moment.

With your intimate little bubble now popped, the two of you start your journey back to the car. After a few minutes you��re back to the same easy conversation from before. Unsurprisingly, you start talking about the kids, Harry filling you in on updates with Gemma’s little one and you telling him how your niece and nephew are doing.

“How was Wyatt when your sister was pregnant? Did she understand what was happening?” Harry asks.

“I think she understood as well as any two year old could. She knew she was going to be a big sister, knew there was a baby in her mommy’s belly.”

“Did she ask how the baby got there?”

“No, I think at this age you just accept information without questioning it as much. She’s not quite at the stage where she needs to know the reason for everything,” you answer.

“So she’s not incessantly asking ‘why’ yet?”

“Not yet, and I’m not looking forward to when she does,” you say with a laugh. “She’s a very determined little girl, she’s definitely going to be asking a million questions. And she is curious so I can see her wanting to know how things work and all of that.”

“Did she see like, ultrasounds of the baby? Do you show toddlers that?”

“I don’t know if they showed her those. But my sister had one of those doppler things that you can put on her belly and hear the baby’s heartbeat. I know she showed Wyatt that.” You start laughing again before telling the story that just popped in your head. “There was one day that I was hanging at their house and Wy pulled the doppler out. And she went to Kyra and put it on her stomach and then came over and did it to me too. So Kyra asked Wyatt if she found anything to which I immediately replied that she better not!”

Harry laughs along with you, and without thinking you add, “I mean, it’d be cool to meet the pope and everything but I’d really rather not have the next virgin birth.” Your brain finally catches up with your mouth and you quickly shut up, your cheeks heating in embarrassment that you’ve just revealed so much information so early in the relationship.

Harry’s quick to reassure you, saying, “Hey, that’s nothing to be embarrassed about, alright? Matter of fact that’s important for me to know. Can I ask why, if you don’t mind telling me?”

You take a deep breath before explaining, “My family is religious so I grew up going to Church and private school and we were told that premarital sex is a sin. And I was very much a rule follower so if I was told not to do something, I didn’t do it. Plus I was terrified of getting pregnant in high school and I knew that condoms aren’t totally effective, and there was no way I could get birth control. Then I got to college and was so busy with studying and working that having sex wasn’t a priority for me. And now, well, making friends as an adult is hard enough. Finding someone to lose your virginity to in your late twenties is a challenge. Guys don’t want to deal with someone that has no experience. So yea, really not a lot of opportunities for sex in my life.”

You’re nervous as Harry takes his time before responding. Finally, he says, “That’s all completely valid. And smart. Sometimes I wish I had waited until I was older and more mature. And any guy who won’t take the time to teach someone is a total dick.”

“You really think that?” you ask, unsure if he’s just saying that to be polite.

Harry stops walking in order to turn and face you. His expression is intense, sincere, and he looks you in the eyes when he says, “Of course I mean that. People treat sex like this casual thing, and maybe for some people it is. But not for me. It’s why I always hated those rumors that I was a womanizer and slept around. Sex to me is important, a way to show you care about someone, a way to connect with them. No one should be pressured into it or made to feel bad just because they might not know what they’re doing. And when someone is new to intimacy, then the experienced partner should be patient, and help them to make sure they enjoy it. Plus, it can be uncomfortable for women, feel invasive even, especially when it’s not done right. That’s the last thing I’d want to have happen, for anyone.”

He stops his mini rant and you smile, feeling so reassured and at ease. You don’t know how far this relationship between the two of you will go, but you do know that if it does become physical, that you don't have to be scared. You trust every word Harry says.

You smile to show your appreciation for taking this so seriously and making you feel so safe. You’ve had people make fun of you when they found out you’re still a virgin, but Harry isn’t phased at all.

“Want to hear something kind of ridiculous?” you ask, feeling more confident after hearing Harry’s thoughts.

He nods his head furrows his eyebrows, obviously interested in what you have to say next.

“Okay, this is probably even more embarrassing to admit, but like, I truly do not understand how it’s supposed to fit.” He looks at you confused so you continue, “It’s just such a big thing and it’s apparently supposed to go into such a small hole. Makes no sense to me.”

Finally realizing what you’re saying, Harry barks out a laugh. You’re happy the mood is lightened and he responds, “Guess I really have my work cut out for me then. May need to make you some powerpoints or something to explain it all.”

“That’d probably be helpful,” you reply, laughing as well, though the statement is unfortunately true.

The two of you start walking again, and Harry slips his hand in yours. It’s nice, not sweaty or uncomfortable like you always thought holding hands would be, and even this makes you feel so close, so connected to him.

After the hike you stop and grab sandwiches before Harry drives you home. Ever the gentleman he gets out of the car and rushes to open your door for you. His hand now resting on your back, he walks you to your front porch.

“I had fun today,” he says, turning to face you.

“Me too. I’m so happy the weather worked out,” you reply.

“Yea it was nice being able to get outside.”

It’s silent for a moment, both of you just looking at each other. You’re not sure what’s about to happen, so you just follow Harry’s lead. His eyes glance to your lips, and immediately your heart rate increases. You’ve read about this, how that’s a sign he wants to kiss you, and oh my god, it’s finally happening in real life.

You take calm, even breaths as his face slowly moves closer to yours. With one hand still resting on your waist, his other comes up to cup your cheek, and you gasp at the touch. He continues to close the distance, giving you plenty of time to move away, but you don’t.

You want this, want to finally have your first kiss.

When his lips gently press against yours, it takes just a second for you to respond. It’s weird, trying to figure out how to shape your mouth, or where to put your hands. But you don’t have too much time to worry, because he pulls back a second later.

For a moment you’re almost disappointed by how quick it was. Until you realize that’s what it should be. Not some crazy make out, or trying to head straight to bed for more. Just a simple display of affection with the promise of more in the future.

You also know that just a peck is exactly what you can handle right now, and Harry definitely sensed that. It’s like he’s more aware of your limits than you are, which is so comforting.

“Today has been lovely,” Harry says as he steps back, his hands leaving your body and allowing you to breathe normally again. “I’ll call you, okay?”

“Okay,” you reply bashfully. “Drive safe. Bye, Harry.”

“Bye, Y/N,” he says and you force yourself to open your door and walk inside. Once he hears the lock click, Harry goes back to his car and drives away.

Now alone, you release the squeal that’s been trying to burst out of you. No part of you truly believes that just happened. That’s just crazy. Things like this never happen to you.

There’s a journal on a shelf in your living room that’s collecting dust, but if there’s ever a time to add an entry, it’s now. You open it up, write the date and the top, and simply add “Harry kissed me.” It feels almost juvenile, but you never want to forget this moment.

You spend the rest of the day on cloud nine, trying to get things done but finding yourself standing in random places, completely zoned out and thinking about the kiss, how his lips felt on yours, the hand cupping your cheek, his smile when he pulled away.

You want more, want it with him, and now you’re just anxiously awaiting his call, wondering how soon you can see him again.

Which ends up taking longer than you expected. For days you don’t hear from Harry; no call, and no text. By Tuesday, you’re starting to feel self conscious, wondering if he really had just said all those things to be nice but really wants nothing to do with a virgin. By Friday, you think maybe you’re crazy, and you made everything up and haven’t even met Harry. It’s all a delusion.

And then, on Saturday morning, your phone rings. When you see his name you immediately answer, which might seem desperate, but truthfully you’re desperate to prove to yourself that the past two dates really happened.

“Y/N, love, I am so sorry for not calling sooner,” he says the second the call connects. “I swear I picked up the phone half a dozen times and something always came up. I really did not mean to keep you hanging for a week.”

“Thank’s alright, I know you’re busy,” you reply, breathing a sigh of relief that he isn’t avoiding you on purpose.

“It’s not alright, but thank you for understanding. I'd like to make it up to you. I know it’s last minute but are you available tonight for dinner?”

“Let me check,” you say. It’s silly, you’re completely free as you are most Saturdays, but you don’t want to seem too eager. Plus, he did leave you hanging for a week, so it’s only fair he needs to squirm for a minute. “Looks like I’m free this evening,” you add after a moment.

“Wonderful! I can pick you up at 6, if that works for you?”

“Sounds perfect. I’ll see you then,” you say.

“Looking forward to it,” he replies before hanging up.

You spend the day anticipating that evening. You take a luxurious bath before styling your hair and applying makeup. Truthfully, you’re quite nervous for this date. Harry had texted you after the phone call, explaining the restaurant's dress code, which was quite fancy. You were lucky to find a dress in your closet that would work. Plus, this is the third date. You’d always heard this is when things would often get physical.

What if Harry wants that tonight? Would you be ready? Or would you have to decline and see how serious he was about going at your pace. Part of you thinks that maybe it’s best to just get it over with already. But the idea of having sex is still go foreign, so scary, that you admit you need time. You need to know him better, trust him more. You know you can trust him to respect that, but you still feel bad denying him.

Before you spiral too much, your doorbell rings. After one last look in the mirror, you grab your purse and head to the front door.

Opening it, you’re face to face with the most beautiful image. Harry is standing there, in a perfectly fitted suit, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Wow, you look beautiful,” he says. “These are for you,” he adds, holding out the flowers.

You blush at his words, thanking him for the compliment and the flowers. You invite him inside so that you can find a vase for the bouquet. He politely waits by the front door, not wanting to intrude on your personal space by peeking around your home.

A moment later you’re locking the front door and following Harry out to the car. He holds your hand for the drive, and it takes everything in you not to squeal from happiness. You’ve seen so many of your friends have boyfriends and it looks like it’s finally going to be your turn. You take nothing for granted, not even something as small as simply holding hands over the center console.

The restaurant was one you previously dreamed of going to, but never imagined you’d be able to actually eat there. You knew it took months to get a reservation, and a meal here probably costs more than your monthly car payment. But when you’d expressed your concerns about that, Harry had simply replied, “Let me treat you.”

When you arrive you’re led to a private table, a bottle of wine already waiting for the two of you. Harry pulls out the chair for you, ever the gentleman, and finally the two of you are sitting face to face.

The warm lighting and glow of the candles sets the romantic scene. Harry looks absolutely gorgeous, and it nearly pains you to look away so you can read the menu. You notice there are no prices listed, probably for the best that you don’t really know how much this is going to cost.

“Anything catching your eye?” He asks.

“Anything you’d recommend?” You ask in return.

“Well their salmon is my favorite, but honestly you can’t go wrong. Their pasta is great as well, and my friends said the steaks are excellent.”

The two of you order and enjoy the meal together and you continue to learn more about each other. It isn’t until you’ve finished dessert that Harry brings up the conversation you’d had during your last date.

“I wanted to ask you a bit of a personal question, if that’s alright,” he says.

“You may ask,” you reply.

“You mentioned last time that you don’t have any experience. Can you clarify what you mean? Like, no experience with sex or no experience in general?”

“None at all. You were actually my first kiss. To be honest I was kind of nervous today about the whole ‘third date’ thing.”

“There’s no timeline, Y/N. I promise, I will never push you to do anything you’re not ready to do. I have no expectations regarding this. It’s whatever you want, in your time.”

“That’s very good to hear. And I do feel ready to try things with you. Maybe not everything yet but, I trust you, and I’d like to do more with you. To learn from you.”

“Then I’m excited to teach you.”

You both smile and move on for the moment, going back to other conversation topics. A short while later Harry settles the bill and drives you home. His hand once again holds yours, his thumb rubbing circles along your skin.

Just like the previous date, he walks you to your door.

“Would you like to come inside?” You ask him.

“Not this time,” he answers kindly. You understand he’s not rejecting you, just saying not tonight. Still, you’re slightly disappointed. You’d gotten yourself excited at the idea of being more intimate with Harry. But once again you know he is right, that it’s a good idea to wait a little longer.

You nod and say, “I had a wonderful time tonight. Thank you again for dinner.”

“It was my pleasure,” he replies. “I’ll text you this week and we can set something up for our next date.”

“I look forward to it.”

“I do as well. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Harry.”

Again like last time, he leans down, large hands cradling your cheeks as he meets you in a soft kiss. Again, it leaves you wanting more, and he knows it if his smirk is anything to go by.

“All in due time,” he murmurs as he pulls away.

You finally walk into your home, tummy full of butterflies, and can’t help one more glance out the window. You catch Harry just as he’s getting in the car and you watch as he drives away.

‘All in due time’ you tell yourself, feeling excited about what is to come.

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iliveformanyfictionalcharacters · 26 days ago

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The One Who Believes Chapter 3

Bernard (The Santa Clause) x Reader

Summary: [Reader] stopped believing in soulmates a long time ago - around the same time she stopped believing in Santa. What happens when she's finally given a reason to believe in both.

When I awoke the next morning, Mrs. Dorothy’s words still rang in my ears. But after a few minutes of lying in bed, I realized I had too much to do to just stay there and wonder what she meant. Still, her words—His favorite color is burgundy—kept echoing in my mind. No matter how hard I tried to push it aside, it lingered like a puzzle piece that refused to fit. Ever since I’d gotten home from the bookstore, I couldn’t shake the odd sense that something was happening—something I didn’t fully understand. But I had no time to dwell on that right now. I dragged myself out of bed with a grunt and got ready for the day. I brushed my teeth, showered, and got dressed. As I finished getting ready, I grabbed my To-Do List and skimmed over it to make sure everything was written down.

Pick up groceries Pick up dry cleaning Bring new books to store Visit antique store

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the strange feeling that had settled over me since Mrs. Dorothy's cryptic comment. Today was busy enough to distract me, I hoped. The list in front of me was fairly straightforward. I grabbed my coat, my purse, and headed out the door, feeling the cold air bite at my cheeks as I stepped outside. My first stop was the grocery store, which, thankfully, wasn’t too far. I made my way through the aisles, mentally ticking off items as I placed them in my cart: eggs, milk, some fresh vegetables, and, of course, ingredients for holiday cookies. I lingered in the baking aisle, debating between chocolate chips and peppermint extract, when a flash of burgundy caught my eye. It was a deep red ribbon, sitting right there on the shelf, nestled among a row of other holiday decorations. I paused, staring at it for a moment, feeling an odd pull toward it. I shook my head. It's just a color, I told myself. I’m being ridiculous. I grabbed the ribbon and tossed it into the cart, then continued with my shopping, but Mrs. Dorothy's words returned to haunt me. His favorite color is burgundy. After checking out, I made my way to the dry cleaner’s. I was surprised when I walked in to find the place nearly empty. The owner, an older gentleman named Mr. Thompson, smiled warmly as I handed him my bag of clothes. “Got some special occasion plans, eh?” he asked, noticing my Christmas sweater. I chuckled. “Nothing too special. Just getting ready for the holidays.” I glanced around the store, and once again, something caught my attention. In the corner of the room, there was an antique-looking chair with a burgundy cushion. It was simple, yet elegant, with fine detailing on the wood. I had never noticed it before, and I certainly hadn’t expected to see anything so striking in a dry cleaner’s. “That's a new addition, isn’t it?” I asked, trying to push down the strange feeling in my chest. Mr. Thompson nodded, his eyes twinkling. “Yeah, it just came in. I thought it’d make the place feel a little more festive.” I smiled, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that the universe was trying to tell me something. Burgundy. Again. It was starting to feel less like a coincidence and more like a sign. After picking up my dry cleaning, I decided to follow through with my list and head to the bookstore. As I stepped inside, the familiar smell of old paper and fresh coffee wrapped around me like a warm hug. Mr. Lou was behind the counter, sorting through a pile of new stock. He looked up and smiled when he saw me. “Ah, [Reader], just in time! Mrs. Dorothy said you were coming by with some new books today.” I placed the stack of books down on the counter, then glanced around. The bookstore was cozy, with its little nooks and crannies. But something felt different today—like I was on the cusp of something, as if I were standing just outside of a door that was about to open. “I brought the latest Christmas novels. The holiday rush should keep us busy this week,” I said, trying to focus on the task at hand. As I turned to arrange the books on a nearby shelf, I froze. On the table next to the window, there was an old, leather-bound book—its cover a deep, rich burgundy. I couldn’t help myself. I reached for it, brushing my fingers across the smooth surface, and I immediately felt a strange warmth spread through me. My heart skipped a beat.

"What's this?" I muttered to myself, as I opened the book. The pages inside were filled with handwritten notes and sketches, like some kind of journal or diary. The title was in faded gold lettering, but I couldn't make it out. Just then, I heard Mrs. Dorothy’s voice, soft but clear, in the back of my mind: His favorite color is burgundy. A shiver ran down my spine, and I quickly closed the book. What was going on? “Is something wrong, dear?” Mr. Lou asked, noticing the way I hesitated with the book in my hand. “No, nothing’s wrong. Just… thought I recognized something,” I said, placing the book back down gently. I felt unsettled, but I brushed it off, deciding to focus on the rest of the day. I finished stocking the books and made my way out of the store, my mind still whirling with the strange events of the day. Next, I went to the antique store—my final stop. The little shop was filled with dusty treasures, and the faint scent of lavender and old wood lingered in the air. I roamed through the aisles, eyeing vintage trinkets and furniture. And then, tucked away in the back corner of the store, I saw it. I wandered deeper into the antique store, my senses overwhelmed by the scent of aged wood and lavender that seemed to seep from the very walls. The soft creak of the floorboards under my feet only added to the atmosphere of timelessness. My mind was still spinning from the strange series of events, but I pushed it aside, focusing instead on the little treasures scattered throughout the shop. The rows of shelves were filled with vintage trinkets, old paintings, and delicate china. I paused at a display of antique clocks, their tick-tocking filling the air with a steady rhythm, before my gaze shifted to something more familiar. At the far end of the store, tucked away on a high shelf, I spotted a small glass ornament. I stopped in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat. There, in the dim light, hanging delicately on a gold string, was a small ornament. It was made of glass, shaped like a delicate ball, and it was painted in a deep, velvety burgundy. A faint swirl of gold and silver leaf traced over its surface, giving it an ethereal glow.

I slowly walked over, my fingers trembling as I reached up to gently pull the ornament from its place on the shelf. It felt almost warm to the touch, as if it had been waiting for me to find it. Holding it in my hands, I marveled at the intricate details of the glasswork. The gold and silver swirls seemed to shimmer in the low light, and I felt an overwhelming sense of recognition, like this ornament had been a part of my life for far longer than I could remember. "Ah, you've found it," came a voice from behind me. I jumped, startled, and turned to find the shopkeeper standing just a few feet away, her silver hair glinting in the soft light. "How did you…?" I began, but she simply smiled, her eyes twinkling with an almost knowing glint. "That ornament has been here for a long time. But I knew it would find its way to the right person eventually." Her voice was soft but laden with meaning. "Some things are meant to be passed on. Some things are meant to be found." I stood there, clutching the ornament, unsure of what to say. Mrs. Dorothy's words echoed in my mind, and a strange feeling of destiny began to settle in the pit of my stomach. The shopkeeper continued, her voice gentle. "There’s more to that ornament than just its color. It’s part of a set. A set that’s been separated for many years." I blinked, confused. "A set? What do you mean?" "The set has a story," the shopkeeper said, her voice now carrying a hint of mystery. "But it’s not just about the ornaments. It's about something more. Someone who has been waiting for you." I felt the ground shift beneath me, as if the room itself was tilting toward an unknown truth. I looked down at the two ornaments in my hands, now reunited. Burgundy. The color. The message. It was no longer just a coincidence. This was a sign—a puzzle, finally coming together. "Do you know who this is for?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The shopkeeper smiled knowingly. "You will know when the time is right. Just hold onto the ornaments. When the moment comes, you’ll understand." I felt the weight of her words, as if they were a key to something much larger, something I had yet to discover. But one thing was certain: these ornaments, and the color burgundy, were no longer just a simple detail—they were the beginning of something much bigger.

I carefully placed the second ornament in my bag and paid the shopkeeper, my hands still shaking with the overwhelming sense that I was on the brink of uncovering something important.

As I walked out of the store, the cold winter air hit me, but it didn’t matter. I was no longer just going through the motions of a normal day. The universe was speaking to me, and it was up to me to listen. As I stepped outside the antique shop, the cold air felt sharper than before, biting at my cheeks and nose. My mind raced, the strange pull of destiny still lingering in the back of my thoughts. What was all of this leading to? I glanced down into my bag and something caught my eye. A small book. I took it out. It was The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. I must have accidentally taken it with me instead of leaving it at the bookstore. I sighed. I glanced at my watch. It was getting late. My next stop was the bookstore, and then I could finally head home for a much-needed rest. When I arrived, the soft jingle of the doorbell echoed in the quiet space as I entered. The bookstore smelled like coffee and old pages, a familiar comfort. Mr. Lou was behind the counter, his face lighting up when he saw me. "Ah, [Reader], what are you doing back already? How's your day been?" "It's been… interesting." I set the book down next to the others. My eyes caught the little journal from earlier again. “That book,” he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “It’s been waiting for the right person. Sometimes, the right books find you when you need them most.” “You know, that's not the first time I've heard that today.” “I’ve never seen it before,” I said, looking up at Mr. Lou. “Is it new stock?” He shook his head, a twinkle in his eye. “No, it’s been here for a while. You just haven’t noticed it yet.” I hesitated, still feeling the pull of the book. "It… feels familiar somehow." Mr. Lou’s smile grew a little wider. “Books often have a way of doing that, don’t they?” I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I could feel my curiosity growing. “I—” Before I could finish, Mr. Lou leaned in closer, lowering his voice. “You know, there’s a man who might be able to help you understand all this. He’s been around for a long time, helping people just like you.” “Who?” I asked, almost breathlessly. Mr. Lou's eyes flickered toward the window, where a figure in a long coat was walking past. The man’s face was obscured by the dark evening light, but there was something unmistakably familiar about his presence. “His name is Scott Calvin,” Mr. Lou said, his tone serious. “He’s someone who can help you make sense of the things you’re starting to notice. I’d suggest you seek him out. He’s accessible in town right now, visiting family. You know the Millers?” I did; I used to babysit Charlie. I blinked, startled by the sudden turn in the conversation. “Scott Calvin?” The name echoed in my mind, but I had no idea how they could help me. Mr. Lou nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “Trust me. If you’re meant to meet him, you will. And when you do, you’ll understand everything. The color, the ornaments, the book… they’re all connected.” I didn’t know what to say. I stared at Mr. Lou for a moment, then at the book in my hands. Something inside me told me that this wasn’t just some bizarre coincidence. With a shaky breath, I nodded and left the bookstore. The chill of the night air hit me once more, but this time, I didn’t feel as lost. I felt… guided. It was as if something—someone—was leading me toward a deeper understanding.

#x reader #fem reader #the santa clause #bernard the elf #bernard the elf x reader #multiple chapters #series #the santa clause 2 #x fem reader

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FALLING FOR SHADOWS | RAFE CAMERON AU

pairings: frat!rafe cameron x female!reader

a/n: this is officially the first chapter of this au ! i hope you all enjoy !

parts: 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . .

The music loudly played from the speakers as she walked around the frat house– this was not at all what she expected her Friday night to look like, but her friends decided to drag her along saying they’d bring her one way or another, so she caved. Though, obnoxiously enough, her friends had gone in their own directions, going to do their own things, leaving her…alone. So, here she was, standing slightly off to the side, nursing a drink in hand as she tried to act as if she belonged, her eyes glancing around the room when all of a sudden they locked with a pair of blue eyes– though she has no idea why but as she stares into the eyes of this boy, she senses something behind them…Something she can’t quite explain.

It's almost as if he’s looking at you like he could save you, all while completely ruining you.

Though, she has no time even to think further, before he walks over, stopping in front of her.

“Let me take a guess– you only here because of…boyfriend? friend?” he questions, eyes not leaving hers. And, she knows she should probably just brush him off– this whole party scene isn’t like her– but something about the confidence he holds makes him impossible to ignore.

“No, uh– no boyfriend…” She starts, and a small smirk appears on his lips. “Friends dragged me out, thought I could use some fun– but clearly frat boys and I have very different types of fun”

“And what exactly is your type of fun?”

“Well certainly not beer pong– more so…bookstores”

And there it is again– that smirk from him. “Tell you what– you beat me in a round of beer pong, And I’ll personally take you to a bookstore here in town– it’s on me” She lets out a soft laugh, “You don’t exactly seem like the…reading as a hobby type” she hesitates, curious if he’s playing with her or not.

Guys like him don’t usually go for girls like her…right?

“So you’re checking me out?”

“Awfully cocky for someone failing their classes–”

“Damn– but I’ll have you know, I’m actually passing…some, of my classes”

“Oh? And here I thought I was getting wrapped up with a bad influence”

Rafe smiles, “Thought you’d like a bad influence…”

“Who knows– but you do look like trouble,” she says as she takes a sip from her drink. Rafe's eyes flick down to her lips when she pulls the cup from her mouth.

“You look like someone who could use some trouble…”

a/n: feel free to leave feedback and come chat in my inbox !

#ᯓ★ 𝐧𝐢𝐱 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #frat!rafe #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron imagine

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Never Let Me Go

Captain John Price x f!Reader

Part 2 here

Summary: You worked at a coffeehouse, your life is filled with mundanity and you wouldn't change it for anything else. That is, until one crisp autumn morning, you meet the handsome Captain John Price and there’s an immediate, undoubted connection between the two of you.

WC: 3,352

Warnings: fluff, smut in other chapters, cheesy coffee shop au, inaccuracies, soft!price, barista!reader, some reader descriptions, slow romance, pet names, meet-cute.

A/N: Remember that Price series I mentioned? Here ya go!!! Each chapter will be the title of a song I feel is related to it or that I was listening to while writing it hehe so make sure to check that out ;) I'm planning for 6 chapters but there might be more. Smut will happen eventually, of course!

The song for Chapter 1 is I'm On Fire by Bruce Springsteen, but also the covers of it by Awolnation and Gus Dapperton.

Happy reading!!

Dawn was breaking through the clouds. The waking sun broke through grey clouds that poured a steady, incessant shower of rain; the contrast of the glimmering rays against the somber clouds painted a watercolor sky.

You walked down the cobblestone street, the heel of your shoes clinking with every stride as you walked into the coffeehouse at a speedy pace. It was the middle of autumn, the weather was tepid and chilly. You worked at Roasts & Poets, a hybrid of a cafe and a bookstore that your sweet aunt had left your favorite cousin, and she had been gracious enough to let you run it alongside her.

Every morning was the same, and you wouldn't change a thing about it. You arrived at the crack of dawn to open the cafe, you were alone until your cousin arrived much later; you had always been more diligent and work-oriented than her when it came to running the cafe. You went through the whole process of the opening shift: setting the chairs and tables, stocking the sugars and napkins, picking up your cousin's slack from yesterday's closing shift, and setting out the freshly baked pastries.

That's how you start your day every day. Your life was simple yet rewarding. Alone behind the counter, you took in the sight of the deserted shop, the smell of the books on their shelves collecting dust hitting your nostrils while sleep was still weighing down your eyes. The stillness and silence of the shop every morning made you content and warm.

About half an hour later, your cousin arrived. The energy in her contrasted your mellowness. The minute she walked through the door, the sound of her cheery greeting and of the edge of the door's swing knocking the bell atop it sparked you awake. You gave her a wide smile as she stormed in, the rays of sun being her spotlight.

"Morning, cuz," she beamed, you returned the greeting mid-yawn, followed by you letting out a loud sigh. She set her coat on the hooks next to the door beside yours -- you two had set those there as a cozy detail for your customers.

"I had the best night last night," she started, walking towards you behind the counter and tying an apron around her waist the same as you. "Remember that guy I told you about?"

"The Birmingham one?" you scoffed, remembering the drunken night when your cousin could not stop rambling about the bloke from Birmingham who stood her up.

"No," she rolled her eyes, "the hot one my friend set me up with!"

You vaguely recalled, giving her an affirmative nod as your eyes drifted up, trying to remember the details of her extensive, messy love life. The two of you had been close and very similar since you were kids, but what stood out between you was how much of a hopeless romantic she was. You were more reserved about it; even though you knew it sounded cliche, you had decided long ago that the right man for you would come to you one day. Your knight in shining armor, your prince charming, perhaps. So you'd rather wait passively for that moment rather than how your cousin approached men head-on.

You listened to her fawning over her most recent rendezvous with her new suitor, amused and enjoying her experience vicariously.

As the day progressed, you welcomed and attended more patrons. You and your cousin took turns between taking orders and ringing up anyone who purchased books. There were a few regulars who came in every morning for a quiet space to work in, and others who just liked to lounge and read a book they had purchased along with a coffee in the comfy sofas you and your cousin had picked out when setting up the shop -- you had lost count of how many years ago that had been.

When the shop was slowing down, you liked to prop your elbow on the counter, resting your chin on your hand as you people-watched. You loved the tranquility of it, thinking about each one's stories, reading them like books.

One of the regulars was a man who always came in a burgundy knitted sweater and sat down with his laptop and headphones. He was quiet and reserved but always left you gratuitous tips; you knew his order and routine like the back of your hand. Another one was an older lady who always wore something pink, no matter what the rest of her outfit consisted of or what the occasion was. She was kind as well, but when she was feeling chatty she would sit at the counter and talk your ear off; today was a quiet day for her as she sipped her chamomille and read her novellas.

As much as you enjoyed the peace of the shop, today was not a great day for silence for you. You hadn't gotten the best sleep last night, you had opted for binging the show you had been obsessing over and downed an entire bottle of wine by yourself. So, between your early start to the day and the light thumping of the headache you had medicated was making your eyes heavy with sleep. You couldn't wait for your shift to be over, maybe you would ask your cousin to let you lie down in the back.

The sound of the bell as the door swung open jolted you awake for the second time today. You stood upright, fixing your posture and glancing at the door to greet the incoming customer. Your eyes captured a man you hadn't seen before around the area. He was tall with a bearded face and had a burly physique, sporting a navy blue sweater and grey coat that matched the beanie he slid off his head. You gave him a welcoming smile, not paying him much mind because of the sleep that still crept into your eyes. He returned the gesture as he made his way across the store, disappearing from your vision.

You let out a sigh as you rubbed your knuckles into your lids. You desperately need a coffee if you want to get through the day, you thought, turning on your heels to pull yourself two shots of espresso. You poured the shots into a cup of milk you had frothed, making yourself a latte to spark some energy into you.

As you turned back around to face the counter you were caught off guard by--

" 'Scuse me, miss?" a smokey voice startled you, making your body jump in place with a gasp escaping your lips. The latte in your hands splashed in your grasp at the sudden response of your body, its contents lightly spilling over your apron.

"Shit!" you hissed, setting the cup down on the work counter behind you and grabbing the nearest rag to wipe your hands clean from any coffee that got on them. You looked up to the man across the counter, laughing at yourself in a mix of embarrassment at your clumsiness and lighthearted amusement.

At that moment, your eyes caught onto the face of the mystery man who had recently walked in. His expression was genuinely concerned and apologetic, truly not knowing what to do with himself as he stood across the counter.

"I'm so sorry, love, didn't mean to startle you," he stumbled over his words, "you alright?"

His voice was raspy and deep, sultry even. You noted the details of his face: blue eyes stared back at you, surrounded by long lashes and bushy eyebrows, his pink, velvety lips slightly parted as if having more apologies to let out, his nose pointed and narrow, and his beard neat and full. He was handsome, truly, and you couldn't look away.

"No worries!" you finally let out, a large smile on your face. "That's what these things are for!" you let out an awkward laugh, too loud to not give away the fact that you were flustered by his looks. Your hands worked the knot of the apron that tied at your waist as you spoke.

The man let out a nervous chuckle as he watched you, still dumbfounded and itching to help in some way like he was uncomfortable with himself for just standing by.

"What can I help you with, sir?" You asked, tossing the apron in a bin under the counter, where you and your cousin kept any kitchen cloths and rags that needed to be washed after your shift. You didn't break eye contact with the man as you did, you found it impossible to when his blue eyes sucked you like the depth of an ocean.

The man cleared his throat and fixed his posture, a nervous smile pulling at his bearded cheeks, "I was just wonderin' if y'could help me pick out a book" he pointed his thumb over his shoulders to the shelves behind him, "Any recommendations? 'M not sure where to look."

You responded with an eager 'of course' as you circled the counter, leading him to the array of shelves. "Are you looking for anything in particular?"

"Erm, up to your suggestion, really," he stood behind you, letting you take the lead, his eyes weighted on you. You responded with a pensive hum as your eyes scanned the shelves, hand holding your chin. You mumbled something under your breath and moved on to a different shelf. You reached for one of the books and turned back to him, handing the selection over to him. He took it from your hands.

Large hands, you observed. You hadn't realized until now how much taller the man was compared to you. You weren't a petite girl, but, this man stood tall; the way he carried himself proudly made him look even larger.

He eyed the book, taking a moment to read the cover. He chuckled lightly to himself and glanced over to you.

"As You Like It," he read.

"You read it?" you asked a bit flustered, afraid you had made the wrong choice, "I recommend it to everyone."

"I haven't, actually," he looked over to it again, "Not very well versed in Shakespeare."

You chuckled a bit, "Well, this is a good one to get you into it."

"I trust you," he said, a smirk on his face that made your cheeks burn.

"It can be a bit hard to read but..." you shrugged, "It's one of my favorites."

"I'll come to you if I need help, then."

Your stomach fluttered at his words. Was he flirting? Maybe he's just a charming guy, nothing special.

"Would you like anything else?" you stuttered. His gaze made you shift and adjust yourself, making you feel vulnerable to have it on you.

"I'd like a tea to keep you company while you finish your coffee if that's alright," he flirted, his husky voice made the hairs on your arms stand up.

You simply nodded with a smile and he followed you back to the counter. He sat on one of the stools as you stood behind the bar, he had asked you for a black tea and you steeped it for him, setting down a creamer and cup of sugar for him to add to taste. You went back to the latte you had made yourself, pouring it into ice after having let it get cold, and observed the man as subtly as you could manage. You noted he liked his tea on the sweeter side, maybe you would use that information for the next time he came around. You hoped he would.

You watched as he took a sip from the cup, humming to himself and licking his lips as he set the cup back down. 'Good tea', he said softly as if to himself. You couldn't help but let a smile tug at the corners of your lips; something about him enjoying it was pleasant to you.

"I'm John, by the way," he spoke up, his arms crossed on the counter. His eyes were on you again, and they were amiable and warm as they held contact with yours. You responded by telling him your name.

"Are you new around here, John?" you reclined on the counter behind you, your coffee in one hand.

"I am, I just moved in nearby," he took another sip from his cup.

"What made you pick this place, if I may ask?"

"Well, military accommodations, mainly," he cleared his throat.

Military, you thought. No wonder he was such a large and buff man. You noticed the flexed muscles that bulged under his sweater. That sweater did them no justice, you were sure.

"So you're a soldier?"

"Somethin' like that, yeah," he scoffed with a smirk. You gave him a small smile as well but chose not to press any further.

"What about the shop, what made you come in here?"

"Seemed like a cozy place to spend the day," he gave you a once over, not very conspicuously, "the pretty barista's a bonus."

You rolled your eyes at his comment but couldn't help the reddening of your cheeks or the growth of your smile that you tried but failed to suppress.

At that moment, your cousin walked through the door. John's eyes didn't budge to look at the door, though, they were glued on you. She passed behind him, giving you the most excited expression you had seen on her face thus far, and mouthed something along the lines of 'He is so fit!" as she made her way to the back of the store with bags of ingredients in her hands. You scoffed at her and returned to look at John.

"You flirt with all the baristas you find pretty, John?"

"Only the ones that look like you," the man quipped, chuckling lightly to himself as if acknowledging how cheesy he was being. His comment made you laugh wholeheartedly, shaking your head at it.

John finished his tea and fished into his pocket for his wallet, "I hate to leave, but... how much do I owe you, love?"

"It's on the house," you crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a cheeky look, "for being a first-time customer."

John gave you a smile with lightly flushed cheeks himself along with a grateful nod. He left his wallet in his pocket as he stood up from his seat and dressed his head with the beanie he had come in with.

"I'll come back 'round to tell you how the book's goin'," he signaled the book in his hand on the way out the door, "You make great company, love."

"Likewise, John," you bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from gushing at his words. You were using every atom in your body to not let yourself completely overflow with glee.

John gave you a final look and raised his hand goodbye before exiting the shop. You returned the gesture and watched him walk away down the street until he disappeared from your line of sight.

Once he was gone, you let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding. You felt your heart skip a beat, maybe two, or even three beats as all the blood from your body surged to your face. Your cousin came skipping giddily from the back of the store, squealing like a schoolgirl as she embraced you. You couldn't help but join her in excitement. The two of you spoke in loud whispers behind the counter.

"That man is in love with you!"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, he was just flirting!"

"Don't you be ridiculous! His eyes were devouring you, idiot! He might as well have fucked--"

You shushed her loudly and cupped your hand over her mouth, the two of you giggling. You two realized you were still on the clock, with some of the patrons shooting glances at you. It made you both adjust and compose yourselves as best you could, but shot each other knowing looks as you returned to work, cleaning dirty dishes and whatnot.

"So what's his name?" she asked.

"John, he just moved around here-- says he's in the military."

"Agh, hot!" she sang the last word. You rolled your eyes.

"What book did you give him?"

"As You Like It"

"Should've given him Lady Chatterley's Lover, maybe he would've taken the hint," she laughed as you pushed her with a hand playfully.

The rest of your shift went by uneventfully. You continued to serve more customers, tended to the regulars, and maintained the space. When it was closing time, the rays of the sun entered through the large windows, this time casting the golden glow of dusk. You mopped the floors of the shop and let yourself go deep into your thoughts.

You thought about John, of course, studying all the details you had taken note of. The way his lashes fanned over his deep, crystal blue eyes; how much care was put into maintaining his facial hair and how soft it looked; how chiseled his nose was; how the sweetness of his smile complimented the sweetness he liked in his tea. He looked much older than you, but you didn't mind the slightest, it was a minor detail to you, if anything. You recalled how he called you pretty, and it made you blush and gave you butterflies. You really hoped he'd come back, but didn't want to disappoint yourself if he didn't.

Once you two had finished closing, you stood outside the door with your cousin as she turned the key and locked the shop. She continued to tease you about John, making both of you laugh and making you blush with the innuendos and childish taunting she kept telling you. You bid each other farewells until tomorrow, walking your separate directions.

You lived just a couple of blocks away from the cafe in one of the many apartments nearby. A flat you had all to yourself and you enjoyed the solitude, you had learned to be with yourself from having been your only company, besides your cousin, throughout your life.

It made you think about the fact that it had been a while since you had liked someone. Did you like John? The question stood out in your mind. It was definitely too early to tell, you had just met the man quite literally today, hours ago even. But you would be lying if you didn't say you felt some sort of attraction, chemistry between the two of you. Those hopes for seeing him again only grew the more you suppressed them.

But you kept telling yourself 'Don't get too excited,' because you might not see him again, after all. For now, let's simply call it a crush, it's all it was, really. Just a man you found attractive, a kind stranger you made you feel pretty and flattered momentarily, after so long of not hearing any men do so or having their attention.

John certainly gave you a lot of his attention, you thought. Those blue eyes of his. He entrapped you with them. An act as simple as being looked at by him made you feel undressed and vulnerable.

You shook your head when you were in your flat, just standing there in a trance deep in thought. You sighed and cursed at yourself under your breath.

You practiced your nightly routine of eating dinner by yourself, showering, dressing in your coziest pajamas, and sitting on your couch alone with either a book or a movie, and maybe a glass of something, maybe wine or a soothing tea.

And for once in your life, you hated being alone.

For once you wished there was someone to keep you company. A company as nice as John had kept you today even if it was brief. You sulked a bit on your sofa as you let that forlorn feeling take over just a little bit.

And though as much as you loved mundanity, the feeling of having someone new and exciting disrupt your routine sparked a warmth in you.

God, you hoped you'd see John again.

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Tulips and a Broken Clock

Pairing: Post-Scratch!Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Bookstore-Owner!Reader

MDNI 17/18+ ONLY

SMUT WARNING

A/N: Unfortunately, English is my first language, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! No use of y/n. This was inspired by a post prison Spencer fic called Hourglass by @nereidprinc3ss , it was so good and I loved the premise of it, so I decided to attempt my own.

Content Warnings: 17/18+ ONLY, MDNI, semi-canon Hotch, smitten!Hotch, time skips, not physically descriptive reader, physically descriptive Hotch, 1st person reader, protected sex, interchangeable use of cock and dick, oral sex (fem! receiving), missionary, fluff, angst, smut, use of pet names (darling, honey, baby, sir, counselor, captain, etc.), dirty talk, female is vocal, Hotch isn’t (not surprising), tit sucking, clit play, mention of real life events (COVID), I DO NOT OWN ANY CRIMINAL MINDS CHARACTERS, hair pulling (male receiving), scratching (no mentions of Scratch/Peter Lewis), “I need to know you’re real” sex, OC side characters (Mrs. Johnson), mentions of Before I Let Go by Kennedy Ryan, let me know if there’s more

Word Count: 5,375 words

The clock was ticking by very slowly today. Too slow. I kept eyeballing it as I anxiously waited for the seconds to pass by, silently wishing it would go by faster. It was just another day at the cozy bookshop I had opened a little over 2 years ago. The smell of vintage, used, and new books blended together in harmony with the mix of my lavender essence I had at the front. A few customers roamed amongst the shelves, skimming their fingers along the edges and quiet voices humming in the air. It was a slow day, by any means, but it was even slower as I waited impatiently for the clock to start my wonderful date night. I tapped against the book I was reading and watched as the seconds clock ticked by. Is it getting slower? I should have the mechanic check it out. But that’s so expensive, I can just do i-

“Are you okay there, sugarplum?” The customer asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I shook a little, but smiled nonetheless. “Yes, Mrs. Johnson. I’m just a little distracted today.” I replied, scanning her books.

“What’s got your mind warped, sugar?” She asks, taking out her wallet.

“Well,” I started, bagging her order and tapping on the screen. “I have a date tonight.”

“Oooo, is it that attractive, serious, brunette man? He’s been looking at you with sparkles in his eyes.” She said.

I nodded, cheekily smiling. “Yes, we had gone out on a few dates over the past 4 months and I really like him.”

She chuckled. “That’s good, sugarplum. Have fun tonight, and be safe.” She warned, pointing an accusatory finger at me as she grabbed her bag and walked out. I giggled and waved at her. “I will, goodnight Mrs. Johnson!”

I looked back at the clock and not even 5 minutes went by, the hour hand remaining on the 5. I sighed and pulled out my book again, attempting to continue my reading as the remaining customers wandered and filed out. Purchasing or window shopping.

One by one, chapter by chapter, it soon became 6:30 and I was able to close for the night. I counted out the change and the register and placed them in the safe, putting in the code to ensure its safety. It was then I heard the bell go off in the store. I got up quickly and reached for the bat behind the door. “We’re closed!” I shouted into the store, my hand twisting the bat nervously. I stepped out and closed the door to the office, placing the bat in both my hands. Stupid! You should’ve just hid and called the police! I scolded myself. I walked out slowly, crouching slightly in case the intruder could see me.

“It’s just me.” I suddenly heard from my right side. I swung the bat towards my intruder before hearing a yelp. “Aaron?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I know we agreed on 7:30, but I was off earlier than expected and came over immediately.” He explained as I turned on the lights, revealing him in his work attire and holding a bouquet of tulips. Pink tulips. Aaron had fallen and was now laying in between the back reading chairs. He held out the tulips for me to take. I breathed the sweet scent of them and sighed, smiling sweetly at him before holding a hand down to him. He took it and I pulled him up. He stood up quickly and so close to me, I could feel his breath on my nose. I smiled and looked up into his eyes. “Hi.” I whispered.

“Hi.” He whispered back. He smiled and I stole a glance at his lips. He noticed and glanced at mine. Slowly, he leaned in, closing most of the gap between us until his were brushing mine, teasing mine. I decided to minimize the distance and close the gap, kissing him fully. The kiss was soft and sweet, slow enough to stop the world. I closed my eyes, heaven taking over my senses. I let go of his hand and reached to cup his jaw and his grazed my other hand that held the roses. The kiss stole our breath away as we’d break apart for a few seconds and return to the kisses. Heaven blessed this world as we continued to kiss each other in the back reading area of the store.

Soon his hands caressed my waist as he gently pushed me back. I opened my eyes and pouted teasingly. “Don’t you have to get dressed?” Aaron asked.

I giggled lightly. “You’re right, I do. Give me 20 minutes. You can come up if you’d like. My place is just above the store if you wanna wash up and wait.”

He nodded and followed me upstairs. I led him into the living room, nodding my head as I told him to sit. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a clear vase for the flowers. I felt a presence behind me as he grabbed the vase with one hand. “I got this, it’s okay. Go get ready, don’t worry, we’re still early.” I smiled and kissed his cheek before briskly walking towards my bedroom.

***

We were walking towards the restaurant doors, hand in hand, smiling at each other. Aaron had a reservation at 8 for the place. I was decked out in a white dress with white shoes, opposite of his dark suit and red tie. Aaron told the hostess his name and she then led us to our table. Aaron had let go of my hand briefly to pull out my chair. “And they say chivalry is dead.” I teased as I sat down, pulling my chair in slightly.

“Well honey, I keep the chivalry's heart pumping.” He smiled before sitting down in his seat, pulling out his menu as I pulled out mine.

We spent hours there, just talking, laughing, and smiling overall. My heart fluttered at every little thing Aaron had done. From asking the waiter for a refill for my water to asking me little questions about my shop. Whether it be the workload, the stock of books, or even the customer shenanigans, I understood that he cared. I also discussed my past life, parts I never really discussed with anyone else, how I never kept in contact with my parents because their dreams for me were different from mine, how my fiance died in a car crash, how hard it was to start up another small business bookshop, etc. We also discussed some of his old cases. They were brutal, not brutal enough for nightmares, but enough to scare me a little. He had told me about his late ex-wife, Haley, and his son Jack, who was with the babysitter tonight. He spoke highly of her, mentioning how though they divorced, she had always understood his job and odd hours. He stated how she had aggressive opinions against it, but it was understandable given the circumstances and the effects on the relationship. I reached out for his hand and grasped it softly, hoping to comfort him. He explained that his job is what got her killed, how a serial killer named George Foyet had shot and killed Haley. He also talked about Jack and how tough it was to raise him with his job and how much help Jessica, Haley’s sister, had helped out when watching Jack when Aaron had a case. I nodded in understanding, allowing him to continue his stories throughout the night.

Later that night, he walked me home. He held an arm around my waist as we slowly walked the path to my home. I adorned his black trench jacket and his tie was loosened. We shared whispers of little things that had happened today, swapping little stories with each other as the wind brushed around us.

Once we reached the front door of the store, we stopped. I looked at him and turned to fully face him. “You can say no, but do you wanna head up with me?” I asked hesitantly with hopeful eyes.

He eyed upstairs before closing his eyes, groaning quietly. “I would love to, honey. But I forgot that the babysitter doesn’t do nights.”

I nodded, slightly disappointed. “It’s alright. I understand. Besides, we had that other time a few weeks ago.”

He chuckled before pulling me in close, kissing my forehead. “I’m really sorry, sweetheart. I promise, I’ll make it up to you next week. I’ll push Jack to have a sleepover or something.” He looked into my eyes, guilt glossing over the surface. “I’ll think of something, I swear.”

I smiled before leaning more into him. “I know you will, Hotchner. You always do.” I kissed him. And then I kissed him again. And then I leaned in for another kiss, brushing his lips with mine. He laughed lightly at the trick and held my jaw in his hands before leaning in and kissing me slowly, closing his eyes. I closed mine as I grabbed his torso and pulled him closer to me.

We eventually let go and breathed in the fresh air. “Good night, darling.” Aaron whispered, letting go.

“Good night, Captain.” I replied, unlocking and opening the door. Once I entered, I immediately went upstairs before realizing that I still had his jacket. I placed it on the coat rack and took a picture of it, sending it to Aaron. You forget something? I texted him.

He replied, Keep it, save it for our next date.

I smiled before replying, Ok ;). My heart buzzed as I thought of all the possibilities of our next date. I was so excited. I think I like him a little more than I thought.

***

The next date never came. In fact, there were only a few texts exchanged before Aaron completely ghosted me. A 44 year old man with PTSD and a 11 year old son ghosted me. I scoff at the fact less than I cry over the fact. I thought we were going somewhere with this. I thought we were lovers at that point. I guess I was wrong. I was still managing my bookshop, as usual. From 9 am to 8 pm, customers came and went, buying books, selling books, etc. The pandemic made it hard for the store to survive. I reopened the store as soon as it was allowed, following all the regulations and rules in hopes that I could sell more books and keep the store on its feet. However, during the pandemic, my late grandmother had caught COVID and had died, leaving me an inheritance that kept the store alive and thriving. That and the coffee bar I had installed along with the 9 am to 6 pm barista, who gets paid separately and pays rent on the space.

The tulips from my last date with Aaron sit on the desk, wilted and dried out. I kept them there out of hope, no matter how many times my friends had told me to get rid of them and no matter how many dates I went on, no one could compare to Aaron. It’s silly and stupid, that after 8 years of him disappearing, I still had hope he would come back for his jacket. But he didn’t. And so the tulips were one of the good memories I had with Aaron.

Sighing, I looked at the clock and saw that it had not moved since noon. I checked the time on my computer and saw that time had sufficiently passed. It was 6:52 and I knew I had to get ready to close. Looking around, I saw the only person left was Mrs. Johnson in the back reading area. I smiled before getting up and tapping her shoulder lightly. “Mrs. Johnson, it’s almost closing time. Would you like me to ring you up?”

“Oh, yes please, sugarplum. Just the one, please.” She replied, holding out one book, Before I Let Go by Kennedy Ryan as I helped her up.

“Good book?” I ask, walking up to the register and ringing her up.

“Oh, it’s great! Reminds me of my husband, Richard, and I,” She smiled fondly. “Falling back in love after thinking we fell out of it.”

“That’s sweet, Mrs. Johnson. I’ll have to check it out myself.” I smiled back.

She nodded, glancing at the flowers. “Don’t lose hope, dear.”

I solemnly smiled. “Good night, Mrs. Johnson.”

She nodded in reply and walked out of the store. I followed behind her and started to pull in the outside coffee tables and chairs, wiping them down as I brought them in. I locked the door, making sure the door didn’t budge. I wiped down all the shelves and the register area, placing the cleaning items under the desk. I glanced up and saw the clock. Snapping my fingers, I pulled out a drawer in the register desk and grabbed a couple batteries along with a screwdriver. I grabbed a ladder and opened it out. Stepping up the ladder, I grabbed the clock off the screw in the wall. I stepped back down the ladder when I heard a knock at the door. Stopping my movements, I placed the clock down on a nearby shelf before walking out into the main area. Looking through the glass, my breath stopped. His back was turned to me, but I knew it was him. Aaron Hotchner.

He was holding white tulips and anxiously looking around. I walked closer to the door, my eyes trained on him and his stature. He turned around and our eyes met. Slowly, I walked over to the door. My hands shook as I slowly pressed the handle bar of the door. I pushed the door open and looked back up at him. His eyes stared back into mine. He looked different. More rugged features on his face. He had grown out his beard and was more fit in. He was wearing much more casual wear, no suits. He was wearing an open blue button down with a white shirt and jeans, sneaker clad. I slowly reached a hand up to his face before cupping his cheek. He leaned in a little to my hand. I gasped quietly before caressing more of his face. His eyes were glazed with tears, reflecting mine. “You’re really here.” I confirmed, tears slowly falling from my eyes.

“Yes. And I’m so sorry.” He replied, sincerity in his voice.

I shook my head. “Shut up.” I grabbed both sides of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. I closed my eyes as he reciprocated immediately. He wrapped his arms around my waist, careful for the flowers. This gave me the opportunity to pull him closer to me, wrapping my hands around his neck. His beard tickled my chin and tears flavored the kiss. I pulled away with my head still against his, a quiet sob wracking my throat. “You’re really here.” I said again, more breathily than the first time. My eyes were still closed because I feared that if I opened them, he would be gone again. “I’m really here.” He confirmed, as if he had heard my thoughts. I laughed lightly before opening my eyes. He was already looking at me, quiet tears flowing down his face. I kissed him again, much softer than the first time.

I kicked out my foot and pushed the door more open while pulling him inside by his neck. As I pulled him inside, the kisses got more desperate as we swerved towards my cash desk. Aaron placed his hands on either side of the desk, placing the flowers down on the counter. I pulled him closer, molding our bodies as close as possible, grinding against his clothed dick. His hands gripped the desk counter, knuckles turning white at my movement. He groaned into my mouth, which sent shivers down my back. He pulled away first, both of us gasping for breath. “Wait.” He said and I paused, opening my eyes and looking at his. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

I placed my hand against his mouth. “Aaron, I’m positive. You’re alive and I hate you for that and I want to understand why. But right now, I need you to fuck me like you promised. I need to know you’re still here and you won’t leave again.”

He shook his head, eyes running crazy. He removed my hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

“And Jack?”

He chuckled, reminiscence in his eyes. “Jack is almost 19 years old and in college. I’m pretty sure we’re fine.”

“Okay, just double checking.” I confirmed. He tapped my hips. I immediately understood and jumped, him catching me. I placed a hand around his shoulder and patted his chest with the other. “Why don’t we take this to my room.” I said.

“Absolutely.” He replied. He then walked as quickly as possible towards the office door, opening and closing it while still holding me. He walked us up the stairs and put me down once we reached the living room. I grabbed his face and pulled him towards mine, heavy breaths mingling with one another. I pulled him in for another hot kiss before my hands moved to push the button down off “Is this okay?”

“Yes.” He replied, desperately, allowing the garment to fall onto the ground. He fiddled with the hem of my own shirt, teasing my skin. “Is this okay?” He asked, raising a brow.

“God, yes.” I replied, lifting my arms. He removed the shirt and pulled me into him by my hips. His lips sought mine out and I followed the suit, kissing him deeper. I kicked off my shoes and he did his. I pulled him by his neck into my bedroom, the door pushing open with our force. I let go of his lips and gasped for air, falling back into my queen bed. I pushed myself all the way up to my pillows, curling my finger to tease him towards me, smiling cheekily. He followed me up, lips kissing up my skin from my jean clad hips. My hands sought his hair as I basked in the heat of his lips. He reached my bra and pulled it down enough to reveal my nipples. They hardened at the cold air and at his movements. He kissed each one teasingly. I watched him with bated breath. His eyes bore back into mine as he proceeded to take my right nipple in his mouth, sucking sweetly and swirling his tongue. I moaned at the contact, grabbing his hair. He continued his mantra of sensuality, taking moments between suckling and swirling his tongue. His right hand twisted and flicked my other nipple. The movements alone had me moaning at the contact and pulling him closer into me. He switched to the opposite side, making sure to give the second nipple just as much attention as the first. I let out another moan at the switch, leaning my head back and shutting my eyes. He continued this mantra as much as he did the first one until both nipples were perked and red from the attention. His trail of kisses reached my neck as he sucked bruising kisses on my neck. His lips reached mine and he pressed deep, hot kisses on my lips. He teased his tongue, prodding at my lips and I opened my mouth. His tongue and taste invaded my senses, he tasted of cinnamon vanilla as I explored more, fighting him for dominance. He won, as usual, taking over all my senses, smell, taste, touch, you name it, he owned it.

His fingers tapped the waistband of my jeans. He let go of my swollen lips with a gasp. “Is this okay?”

“Please.” I whispered.

“Huh? I didn’t hear that darling. You need to speak up for me, darling girl.” Aaron teased

“Please, Aaron.” I pleaded louder, lifting my hips to meet his.

He chuckled. “So impatient.” He kissed my jaw. “So needy.” He kissed my neck, trailing his kisses back down until they reached my belt. His fingers fiddled with the buckle, opening the belt. His fingers unbuttoned my pants and he pulled the zipper down, easily pulling the pants down. I lifted my hips off the bed to give him more access to pull the jeans off. After he pulled my pants off, I reached around my back and unclasped my bra, throwing it off to the side. Aaron positioned himself right in front of my entrance, licking his lips as if he were starved. He looked up at my eyes from his position. “May I?” He asked gently against my pussy, ever the gentleman.

I nodded. “Yes, please, Aaron.” I pleaded.

He obeyed, chuckling slightly. He pulled down my panties and groaned when he saw how wet I had gotten. He looked completely enamored with my pussy, watching how it glistened and clenched, waiting for him. I felt him breathing at the entrance and felt my walls clench around nothing. I made a small noise from my throat. “Please sir, I need you.”

Aaron’s eyes lit up and he smirked. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I got you.” His tongue reached out and licked a big stripe against my pussy. I gasped at the sudden contact but lifted my hips nonetheless. He wrapped his (big, beefy) arms around my thighs and grounded my body against my bed. He pulled my lower half towards his mouth, licking his way into my entrance. I moaned and gasped at the feeling, allowing him in. His tongue licked stripes on and inside my pussy, varying in patterns and paces. He moved one hand from my thigh and prodded one finger inside. I felt it slide in and moaned at the contact, leaning my head back and shutting my eyes. His finger pumped in and out in a slow rhythm as he licked stripes up and down my labia.

After a few more pumps, Aaron added another finger inside my entrance. He moved his tongue up from its position and swirled it around my clit. I gasped at the sudden change and grabbed his hair, pulling slightly. He groaned a little and it sent vibrations up my body, letting moans fall out my mouth like a river. His mouth switched from swirling to sucking my clit. His fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. One of my hands was down grabbing his hair, pulling him closer to my pussy. My other hand was under my pillow, grasping the sheets of it and twisting. He sped up his fingers, pumping them in and out of me faster. I gasped at the change and moaned. His tongue swirled my clit until his thumb replaced it, circling it slowly. His fingers sped up as well as his thumb and it made me gasp, my thighs threatening to close in. “Oh shit, Aaron.” I moaned out.

“That’s it, darling. Say my name.” He replied, continuing his movements at the same pace. “Aaron, Aaron, Aaron.” I repeated, like a chorus, my moans and gasps making up the verse. His fingers were quickly working me up, closer and closer. “Oh my god, Aaron. Don’t stop.” I gasped out. He started leaving kisses over my thighs, stopping every few kisses to suck hickies into my thighs. “Please, don’t -fuck, don’t stop!” I pleaded, moving both hands to grip his hair, pulling slightly. The overwhelming pleasure of everything, his thumb, his fingers, his kisses, it all hit me as that knot twisted tighter in my stomach. “Oh fuck, I’m about to cum!” I let out, gasping and moaning, unable to stop myself. His fingers kept the pace but went harder and harder, making me gasp even more than before. “Oh fuck Aaron, I’m about to-” I was cut off when the knot broke in my stomach and I came with a moan. Aaron reached his head down, licking up every droplet like a man starved. His fingers continued to slowly fuck me through my orgasm, drawing it out until the first load was gone. I moved both of my hands to my forehead, catching my breath.

After he had finished, he brought himself back up to my face. “Breathe, darling. It’s okay.” He said. He kissed me softly on my cheeks and nose. I brushed my fingers through his hair and brought it to the back of his neck. I pulled him back to my lips and kissed him desperately. I moved my other hand down his chest and fiddled with the hem of his white shirt. He immediately understood, sitting up and taking it off. I moved my hands to his belt buckle and tried to get it off. He grabbed my hands and placed them above my head. “I know that you’re impatient, baby, but I gave you what you want-”

“Please Aaron, I want more.” I reply, lifting my hips to grind towards his.

“First of all, it’s sir. Second of all, it’s going to be sir for the rest of tonight, or you’re not gonna cum. If you want anything, you ask. Are we clear?” He responded in a demanding tone.

“Yes, counselor.” I tested, smile spreading, testing him. He turned his head to the side curiously, smiling curving in his features. He chuckled, “I’ll allow it.”

Slowly, he let go of my wrists and sat back on his knees. I pulled my elbows up, positioning myself towards him. He unclasped his belt and pulled down his pants, leaving him in his white boxer briefs. I sat up and slowly reached for his cock, feeling out how hard he was. Aaron wrapped a hand around my wrist and pulled it away slowly. “No, not tonight,” He laid me back down and I wriggled to get more comfortable. He grabbed the spare pillow from beside me and tapped my hips. I obeyed and raised them. “Tonight’s all about you, my darling.” Aaron put the pillow under my hips and stripped himself of his boxer briefs. His dick was leaking with precum, the red tip begging for attention. I stared with my mouth agape. He was 6.5 inches and I knew I was in trouble. I had forgotten how big he was, 8 years time will do that to a person. He reached behind and pulled a condom from his pants pocket. He opened the package, pinched the tip of the rubber and rolled it down his cock. He looked at my face and caught me staring. Aaron chuckled and it caught my attention, changing my line of sight to look at his eyes. “Have you not been taken care of, baby? I’m sorry, I’m here now.” He said, teasing my pussy with his tip. I gasped at the contact, looking down at him holding his cock and where our bodies met. He hissed slightly. “God, you’re so wet.”

“Please sir.” I pleaded.

“Please what?”

“Please stop teasing.” I whined, slowly reaching a hand down to his dick. I reached down and gathered some slick from my pussy and rubbed it on Aaron’s dick, pumping it a couple times. He hissed again before fully grabbing his dick and slowly entered my pussy. I gasped at the stretch, not used to it like I was and closed my eyes, concentrating on relaxing. He leaned down and kissed my neck softly. “Just let me know honey. When you want me to move.” He whispered.

Once he fully entered me, I moaned at the contact, taking time to adjust. Eventually, I whispered a small yes and Aaron started to thrust back and forth into me. I moaned at the contact as he groaned. Slowly he thrusted in and out of my pussy, taking one of my hands on his and placing it above my head. I moaned out at his thrusts as they hit my pussy deep and hard. Aaron grunted as he thrusted, the sexy sound spilling from his lips as he kissed my neck. I took my free hand and wrapped it around his neck and down his back, softly clawing at it as he moved. “Faster.” I whispered.

“What was that?” He asked in a teasing tone, hitting harder, causing me to yelp in surprise.

“Please sir, faster.” I gasped out. He obeyed, moving his hips faster and harder, hitting that sweet spot. A high pitched moan left my lips as I clawed his back, my legs wrapped around his waist. He suckled more hickies into my skin, moving his hips faster. “Oh god, sir.” I called out, gasping at the pace of his thrusts. “Yeah? How do you feel, honey?” He teased.

“So. Fucking. Good.” I replied in a gaspy, whiny tone. He moved my hand to his hair and moved his lips down towards my boobs, suckling more hickies down the trail. He latched his mouth around one of my nipples. His hips moved faster, the veins of his dick rutting pleasure through my walls. His tip continued to hit my spongy sweet spot, causing me to silently scream. My hand tightened on his hair, not pushing or pulling him anywhere, just tightening which caused him to groan. My other hand dug my nails into his shoulder blade, scratching and grabbing onto anything to ground me in my heavenly state. Serieses of “oh fuck” spilled out of my lips like a chorus. Our sweaty bodies are moving with the shaking of the bed.

I decided to open my eyes and look down at Aaron. His eyes were focused on my boobs before he looked up into my eyes, switching nipples. The multitude of sensations were overwhelming, but not enough to get me where I needed to be. That knot in my stomach was so close to breaking. I leaned my head back and squeezed my eyes shut, mouth forming an “o”. “Harder, please sir.” I called out, scratching his head. He obeyed, snapping his hips into me, fast and hard, causing me to gasp and throw my head to the side. I continued my series of “fucks” and moans as he continued to fuck me into oblivion. I squeezed around his cock, getting closer and closer. He got the message, reaching a hand down and swirled his thumb around my clit. “I know baby, you’re so close.”

“God, yes.” I replied, gasping at the contact, arching my back some more.

“I am too, come on baby.” He groaned out. My moans staggered with his thrusts. His fingers. His mouth. His voice. His words. His dick. It all hit me as the knot tightened even more. “Oh fuck, sir, I’m about t- oh god.” I cried out, rutting my hips to match his pace.

“That’s it honey, let go, I got you.” He said and I did. I let go and came at that. He grunted and came as well, the condom filling up inside me.

We both took deep breaths and I whined as he pulled out of me. We were both breathing heavily and Aaron got up from the bed. He walked towards the bathroom and threw away the condom. He closed the door and I heard the sound of him using the restroom. I reached a hand out, vision blurry and searching for him. I needed his touch. My fingers twitched for him, gasping his name out. He came back out with a damp towel and a cup of water. He handed me the cup of water and went down to my legs and pussy, gently wiping away the juices and cum from the sheets and my body. I sat up after he was finished and drank the water greedily as he removed the pillow from under my back. He used the remnants of the damp towel to wipe down my sweaty body. He threw the towel in the laundry basket before getting up again. I grabbed his wrist quickly and looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please don’t leave again.” I pleaded, tears forming in my eyes. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, firmly with his hand on the back of my head. I closed my eyes at the contact and the tears fell down my face. I felt him pull his lips back and wipe the tears from my face. I opened my eyes and looked at him. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here with you.” He confirmed.

Aaron walked around the bed to the other side and got under the covers, motioning me to join him. I got under the covers and wrapped my arms around his torso, leaning my head on his chest. He placed his chin on the top of my head as I drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up to my alarm and an empty bed. Blearily, I got up and grabbed a shirt off the floor and pulled on the panties, too. Aaron! I thought to myself, waking me up quickly. Putting on my slippers quickly, I headed out into the common area. Hope had faded as I didn’t see him. Panicking, I quickly thought if it was a dream and reached for the counter. Tears pricked my eyes as the lonely presence loomed over me. That was until I heard a muffled clank and a quiet “shit!” from downstairs. I gasped before turning towards the stairs.

I headed down them and opened the door to find Aaron on the ladder, positioning the clock on the nail in the wall. As if he sensed my presence, he turned towards me and smiled. “Good morning, I got us breakfast and coffee. Made it the way you like it.” He said, climbing down the ladder. I saw the food and drinks at the register desk as well as the white tulips in a vase with water, right next to the dried tulips. I walked towards the desk and Aaron appeared behind me. He kissed my cheek. He licked his lips before concern crossed his features, turning me to face him. “Are you okay?” He asked.

I smiled and nodded. “I am now.”

He smiled back and hugged me tightly, swaying slightly as we drank in each other's presence.

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ecstasyhighway · 9 months ago

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You & I | E.Williams

chapter i

CW, ellie is a pervert here she watches the reader masturbate… there is smut towards the end guys (im not good at smut but i tried my best) masturbation (reader and ellie) , stalking, y/n is used

this might be straight cheese ngl…im not good at ts 😭 but enjoy ig

wc: 1.4k

read the prologue here ch 2

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“Hi! Hello”

A voice chimes from behind her, she turns around, and a lump forms in her throat.

it's…you.

Ellie quickly clears her throat and begins to talk, her eyes scanning your features. She is infatuated with you, you’re gorgeous, ethereal even…

“hi sorry how may I help you?”

“Yes, do you guys happen to have 21’s new album?”

you ask so sweetly, Ellie watches you speak, your oh-so-beautiful smile just making her want to fall to her knees. Ellie signals you to follow her, heading back to the rap section of the store, her eyes scan the shelves as she looks for the album, She reaches up and pulls out the ‘American Dream’ and hands it to you.

“This one?”

You smile and giggle a little, “Yes! this is exactly what I've been looking for… I couldn’t find it anywhere else I've looked all over thank you um…?” You trail off looking for a name tag, “..Ellie, thank you”

Ellie smiles, her face feeling warm, she knows she's red as fuck right now and her feeling embarrassed about it is just making her even more flustered “Y-yeah no problem, is that all? I can ring you up over here” She chuckles softly trying to cover the anxiety in her voice.

You and Ellie head towards the register, she rings you up and you hand her your card. Ellie examines your card trying to get your name, she needs to know, she knows nothing about you, just some things like you like 21 savage and Tyler. But that’s not nearly enough, she needs to know everything about you, things even you don’t know about yourself...

“y/n? That's a really pretty name” She smirks and takes a mental note of your first and last name, she will most definitely be looking you up later.

“oh thank you so much!” you say with joy in your voice, “I might come back another time, I uhh really like music and I really want to learn how to play an instrument so maybe I’ll see you again?” you ask so innocently, Ellie, on the other hand, was freaking out on the inside, she just thought you were so gorgeous and she needed to know more about you and she needed you to come back

“yeah, uhm I teach acoustic guitar, and piano so if you ever want lessons just show up, I'm here pretty much all the time, haha yeah this store is actually my life and-“ She cuts herself off realizing she's just rambling about nothing. “sorry yes you will definitely see me again” she is mentally cursing at herself for being such a nervous wreck in front of you.

“awesome, I’ll see you laters Ellie” and with that, you turn around and focus your attention on your phone, a message dings and you begin typing away. Ellie noticed this and is already feeling a certain way.. do you have a boyfriend? girlfriend? Are you single..? its okay she’ll figure all that out.

Once Ellie’s shift was over she went down to her music room. She sat there for a second and put on some jazz, she grabbed her laptop and began her long and tedious search, y/n l/n, she scrolled through the search page filled with many other y/n l/n’s. she stops. ‘bingo’ she thinks to herself, she found you ‘y/n.oncam’ on pretty much everything. Luckily all your accounts are public, unluckily she notices that you literally post your entire life on the internet, ‘do you know how many creeps are on the internet? oh once I have you to myself no one will be able to ever know anything personal about you’ she scoffs.

Here's what she knows, you’re 20, you’re single, you like to read, and you lovee music.. you live in an apartment with a big window.

Wait, she knows that complex, yeah she knows where that is, it's right across the street from the bookstore Dina works at. Shit Dina! Ellie forgot that she promised to bring Dina a limited edition 2Pac vinyl she had in storage. Ellie jumped up, grabbed her jacket, went to the storage to grab the record. She gets in her car and heads to Dina’s bookstore.

‘D are you still at work?’

‘yes’

‘I'm bringing the record rn’

*Dinabina like a message*

Ellie arrived at the bookstore, the words ‘Hidden Pages’ flickering softly as one of the letters had gone out. Ellie walks into the store and walks up to Dina, who is reading.

“D, I got the record”

“yayy thank you Ellie” Dina walks up to her smiling and gives her a hug “I’ll give it back as soon as I'm finished listening to it”

Ellie said her goodbyes and left the store.

She looks around trying to find the apartment, she found it. ‘Havenwood apartments’ She walks to the tall building and examines it and she spots the only big window, no curtains, lights on, and a woman's figure dancing around. She gets closer to the building, not too close but close enough to see into the window. Sure enough, it's you, dancing and singing, oblivious to the world around you, if you would just stop and look out of your window you would see Ellie, watching you closely, biting her lip and just enjoying the view of you.

You had gotten tired, turned off the music and began getting ready for bed. Oh, but that feeling between your legs was getting stronger, you tried to ignore it, you’ve been pent up and so busy lately, mostly because of work and shit. ‘Fuck’ you curse quietly to yourself and you head to your couch, you slip your hands down your pants and begin rubbing circles on your clit, dipping your fingers into your hole and gathering your juices to add more lubrication. Your eyes close and as you add pressure to your throbbing clit, you feel yourself bucking your hips for more friction. Fingers pumping in and out of your hole. Your other hand fondling your soft tits, adding more stimulation ‘mmph fuck’ The noises coming from your mouth are almost pornographic, your neighbors could probably hear you as the walls are thin. You feel yourself getting closer so you begin moving faster your mouth forming an ‘O’ shape “Mmpfh shit’m gonna cum fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” You get that feeling in your stomach and let yourself go, your orgasm hitting you like a truck, you continue rubbing your clit riding out your orgasm, legs shaking from the overstimulation. Once you’re done you sit up and head to the bathroom to clean yourself up and you go to your bed to watch a show, you feel so comfortable and safe in the warmth of your bed so, you drift off into a slumber…

Oh but little did you know. You weren’t alone. Ellie saw what you were doing, she saw your most intimate moment and you didn't even notice you were being watched. Like she thought you were oblivious to the world around you, a normal person would sense another watching them, but not you…or maybe you knew she was watching and you put on a show for her and only her. Ellie’s hand reaches to unbutton her jeans, reaches her hand into her underwear, and begins rubbing her clit to the thought of you, your body, your pussy just begging to be touched by her, your soft tits and your skin needing to be marked by her…she needs you so bad.. just as she’s about to come undone. an elderly opens the door behind her, luckily Ellie had her back turned so the lady didn’t see her pleasuring herself to you. Ellie saw that the lady had many bags and offered to help her.

“Can you call a cab for me dear, they all just speed right passed me?” the woman asked kindly, and Ellie did what she asked, grabbing the cab’s attention and opening the door for her, all with a smile and her juices dripping down her thighs. The cab leaves and Ellie walks to her car.. “why were you touching yourself out in public while watching an oblivious girl masturbate..you’re so fucking weird.. fuck Ellie what the fuck, you need to be more careful, that could’ve not gone in your favor…” she whispered to herself, her cheeks red from embarrassment. She gets in her car and heads to her apartment….

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idk what a tag list is but someone said “need to be in the taglist” and my gf said that means they wanna be tagged when the next part comes out so yeah

🏷️ @vqxen

#—ecstasyhighway #ellie smut #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #tlou smut #tlou2 smut #smut #lesbian #wlw #wlw smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie the last of us #ellie is so hot #i need her so fucking bad #nah imma do my own thing #ellie tlou #ellie tlou smut

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sophie1973 · 4 days ago

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2024 Fic writing round-up

I was tagged by @firenation, @onthewaytosomewhere @thesleepyskipper @0npurpose and @iboatedhere. Thank you !

I wrote 17 fanfics this year for RWRB (15 oneshots and 2 multi-chapters)

JANUARY

Taking a break from all your worries (T - 1.2k)

Dinosaur nuggets in the oven and a quickie on the washing machine. Established relationship. Fluff.

You, soft and only (T-1.2k)

Girldads Alex and Henry and a storm. Established relationship. Fluff.

FEBRUARY

Writing Bloodstream

MARCH

Bloodstream (tell me when it kicks in) (M-41k)

New York, 1890. Henry is a Slayer, Alex is a Vampire. Somehow, they are not in a hurry to kill each other. Enemies (sort of) to friends to lover. Fluff, angst, smut.

APRIL

Can we take it nice and slow (E-1.5k)

Pregnant Henry, Blueballs Alex, smut and fluff.

I choose you and me (religiously) (M-1.2k)

Five Sunday mornings in the lives of Alex and Henry.

MAY

Age is just a number (G-2k)

Girldads, aged up Alex and Henry, and a lot of variations on August Moon. Established relationship.

It takes an ocean not to break (G-3.4k)

Henry gets meningitis. Established relationship.

JUNE

You are mine, I am yours (let's not fuck around) (E-5k)

College AU, jealous Alex, best friends to lover, smut.

What a wicked thing to do (let me dream of you) (G-1.3k)

Oblivious Alex, roomates/bff to lovers, fluff.

JULY

Of fried rice and galaxies far, far away (M-8.4k)

Henry almost runs over Alex with his car, drastically changing their lives' trajectory. Strangers to friends to lovers. Prince Henry, non-famous Alex. Fluff and a bit of angst.

AUGUST

Writing Wait for me to come home & a few Birthday fics

SEPTEMBER

Let me kiss and make it better (T-2.8k)

Alex and Henry are football rivals (or are they?). Fluff.

Petals and Pages (G-2.4k)

Florist Alex, Bookstore owner Henry with allergies. Fluff.

Wait for me (To come home) (M-42k)

When he inherits a lakehouse from his late aunt, Henry doesn’t hesitate and book the first plane to Texas, leaving everything behind, including years of abuse by his grandmother, ceo of a vast hotel empire.

Henry begins a journey of healing and self-discovery, seeking to reclaim control over his life and unearth a renewed sense of purpose.

And if he finds love in the sparkling brown eyes and charming smile of a handsome veterinarian, well, it’s an unexpected, but welcome, bonus. Fluff, a bit of smut, strangers to friends to lovers.

OCTOBER

And if this ain't love (why does it feel so good (E- 8k)

The plane fic ! Pilot Alex, Flight Attendant Henry, flirting at 20000 feet in the air. Fluff, fwb to lovers, smut.

NOVEMBER

Working on my December fics

DECEMBER

Si c'était ça le bonheur (simplement) (T-18k)

My December prompt for the Red Umbrella Discord collection. Christmas fluff, Single Girldads Alex and Henry, Dogs !

Excuse my French (G-9k)

Henry meets his new neighbour and loses his English.

Littéralement. Fluff, strangers to friends to lover. Arthur is alive.

Tu es mon évidence (G-2.6k)

Some New Year's Eve fluff in the same universe as 'Si c'était ça le bonheur'. Established relationship, Girldads, Dogs.

Tagging with no pressure : @stellarmeadow @anincompletelist

@thighzp @tailsbeth-writes @orchidscript @suseagull5914

@taste-thewaste @priincebutt @miss-minnelli @kj-bee

@strwbrryagcd @shesfromboston @tinyarmedtrex @whoevenknows-things

@jafffacakess @miharaikko @magicmelinoe @14carrotghoul

#2024 fic roundup #red white and royal blue #rwrb fic #firstprince #sophie1973

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cheollollipop · 1 month ago

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Fragments of Us - Chapter 2. | c.sc

pairing: choi seungcheol x f. reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut (minors fuck off, in the nicest way possible)

warning(s): mentions of drinking, kissing, swearing, yn struggles with finding happiness, fluff (yn and new boo are too cute), DK yells at yn, jihoon and yn get into it pretty bad. EVERYONE IS ARGUING OKAY!!!

summary: two years after a messy breakup, seungcheol and yn reconnect unexpectedly.

word count: 6.6k

start date: nov. 20, 2024

end date: -

I roll over in bed, groaning softly as I squint at the clock on my nightstand. The bright red digits read 9:17 AM. It's later than I planned to wake up, but there's no real urgency. I have the next few days off—a rare self-given break—and I've decided to dedicate today to self-care. The idea of no obligations, emails, or expectations feels like a gift.

With a sigh, I throw off the covers and stretch, savoring the small pops in my spine. The cool air of my room prickles against my skin as I shuffle toward the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror greets me with an unruly mess of bedhead and dark circles under my eyes, but I'm too tired to care. After a long, hot shower that leaves me feeling more like myself, I brush my teeth and throw on my favorite oversized sweater. It swallows my frame in a comforting way. I step to the mirror and see my reflection looks slightly less disheveled now—a small win.

Feeling a bit more alive, I head to a nearby café/bookstore I haven't visited in what feels like forever. It's been a year, maybe more since I last set foot in that little haven. It used to be my second home when I first moved into this neighborhood—a place of quiet comfort where the scent of old books mingled with freshly brewed coffee. The thought of returning excites me. I wonder if it still feels the same or if time has changed it in ways I won't like.

The air outside is crisp, the faint smell of rain lingering from last night's storm. A short walk later, I push open the café's door, a small bell tinkling overhead. The warm aroma of coffee hits me instantly, along with the faint hum of a record player in the background. Nostalgia washes over me.

Then, a familiar voice pulls me from my reverie.

"My eyes must be deceiving me. I haven't seen you around in a while! Where the hell have you been?"

I look up, and there he is, Kim Subin, standing behind the counter with that signature mischievous grin.

Kim Subin was one of the first people I met after moving here. He's a quirky yet soft-spoken guy with a knack for making you feel at ease. He's slender, with sharp features and an effortlessly attractive air about him. I've always thought he looked like someone who wandered out of a dream. Did I also mention how attractive he is?

"Oh, you know. Around," I reply, offering him a slight smile.

His eyes narrow playfully. "Started to get worried about you. You look good," he says, scratching his head in a way that almost seems shy.

I glance down at my outfit—an oversized sweater hanging off my shoulders, well-worn jeans, and scuffed Converse. It's hardly an ensemble worth complimenting. "Do I?" I say skeptically.

"I mean, yeah. You always do," he says quickly. His words feel honest, though the awkwardness in his tone makes me tilt my head curiously.

"Was that weird?" he stammers, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink.

"Kim Subin, are you flirting with me?" I tease, unable to suppress a chuckle. His eyes widen in panic.

"What? No! I mean, not that you're not—you're—"

"I'm joking!" I cut him off, laughing softly. "But thanks. I'll take the compliment."

"You are evil," he laughs, his tension easing.

"Only sometimes," I reply, slipping behind the counter and settling on the stool next to his—a habit I formed during my many visits here. "So, how have you been?"

He shrugs, already stacking a pile of returned books on the counter. "I've been okay. But I miss you hanging around. Seriously, where've you been? The crew was starting to get worried."

I hesitate before responding. "Ah, you know. Just here and there. I've had a lot going on, and I needed some time alone."

He swats my hand away when I try to help with the books. "Don't do that—I'll get fired. Are you okay, though?"

"Yes and no."

His brow furrows as he sets the books aside and leans in slightly. "Care to elaborate?"

I take a deep breath, debating how much to share. "Not to trauma-dump, but... my dad passed away a few months ago. I've just been trying to deal with that, among other things. But I'm doing better now. Promise."

His hand freezes mid-motion, and his expression softens into something almost heartbreaking. "Don't say it," I add quickly, holding up a hand to stop whatever sympathetic words are forming on his lips. "I'm really okay."

The smile he offers me is faint but sincere. "I know you say you're okay, but if you ever aren't, I'm here. Seriously."

"The store's open 24/7?" I tease, earning a laugh from him.

"Don't be a pain in the ass. I'm trying to be serious."

"I know. Thank you, Subin. I'll keep that in mind."

He nods and excuses himself to shelve the books. As I watch him walk away, I can't help but smile. Subin has always been like that—a calm, steady presence who listens without prying. Sometimes, that's all you need.

The café looks different than I remember. The old leather sofa near the window has been replaced with a plush forest-green loveseat, and the harsh fluorescent lights have been swapped for warm, ambient lighting. It feels cozy, inviting—more so than ever before. I let myself get lost in the new details until a buzz in my pocket pulls me back.

New Message: Not Donkey Kong 😔 Plans tonight?

I glance up at Subin, who's now struggling to shove a book onto a high shelf, and smile before typing a reply.

Me: Actually, yes.

New Message: Not Donkey Kong 😔 You're lying.

Me: I promise. I'll fill you in later. Love you! New Message: Not Donkey Kong 😔 🤨🤨🤨

Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I turn just as Subin returns, a curious look on his face. "What are you so smiley about?"

"What are you doing later?" I counter, grinning.

"Um, nothing?"

"Perfect! Let's go out!" I declare enthusiastically.

"It's Monday..." he says, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, you're no fun," I pout dramatically.

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Where are we going?"

"Give me your phone." I extend my hand, and after a moment of hesitation, he digs it out of his pocket. "Thank you! I'll text you the details later. I have to go grocery shopping now. See you later!"

Before he can protest, I hop off the stool and skip out the door, excitement bubbling in my chest.

That evening, we find ourselves standing in front of Lotte World. Subin surveys the massive amusement park, his expression equal parts surprise and amusement. "Lotte World?" he asks.

"Too much?" I ask nervously, biting my lip.

"No," he laughs. "Just not what I expected. Good thing I dressed... appropriately."

I glance at his casual jeans and hoodie and smile. "Perfect!"

"You're in for a treat. Come on, I know what to do first," he says as we interlock our fingers subconsciously.

We stop in front of the racetrack, and my eyes immediately go wide, sparkling with excitement. Brightly colored go-karts are lined up, and the smell of rubber fills the air. It's exhilarating. My hands clasp together instinctively, and I bounce on the balls of my feet like an overenthusiastic child spotting their favorite candy in a store window.

"I figured you'd like this," Subin says, his voice laced with laughter as he watches my excitement spill over.

"You're so predictable," I tease, unable to keep the grin off my face.

"Predictable? Or thoughtful?" He raises an eyebrow, feigning offense.

"Depends. Are you ready to lose?"

Subin chuckles, shaking his head. "Lose? L/N, please. You're talking a big game for someone about to eat my dust."

I scoff dramatically. "Bold words, Kim. Bold words."

We head over to claim our go-karts, and as we settle in, I notice him chuckling to himself. His laughter is soft at first, but it quickly builds into something uncontrollable, the kind of laugh that has his shoulders shaking.

"What's so funny?" I ask, narrowing my eyes suspiciously.

"You. You seem hopeful," he replies, barely able to get the words out through his laughter.

"You sure are laughing a lot for someone who's about to get their ass handed to them," I say, smirking.

"In your dreams!" he fires back.

The attendant signals for us to get ready, and the countdown begins. My heart races with anticipation as I grip the steering wheel tightly.

Three. Two. One. GO!

As soon as the light turns green, I slam my foot on the gas pedal and take off with a loud whoosh, leaving Subin behind. I glance over my shoulder and burst into a fit of triumphant laughter as I see him fumbling to get his kart started.

"See ya!" I shout, my voice carrying over the roaring engines.

For a moment, I revel in my lead, navigating the first turn with ease. The wind whips against my face, and my chest swells with pride. But my celebration is short-lived. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a streak of movement—Subin's kart.

He's catching up.

"Not today!" I mutter under my breath, leaning forward as if that'll somehow make my kart go faster.

But my determination wavers when, with a cocky smirk plastered across his face, he zooms past me, his kart screeching around the next corner.

"Later, loser!" he yells, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

"Boooo!" I shout after him, though I can't stop the laugh that escapes me.

With my competitive streak ignited, I pushed my kart to its limits, desperately trying to close the gap between us. The next few laps blur together as I alternate between shouting playful insults and laughing hysterically whenever Subin glances back to taunt me.

At one point, I get close enough to almost overtake him, only for him to block my path with a quick swerve.

"Dirty move!" I holler.

"All's fair in love and racing!" he calls back, his voice carrying over the sound of the engines.

I can't even be mad—I'm having way too much fun.

By the time the final lap comes around, my arms are sore from gripping the steering wheel so tightly, and my cheeks ache from smiling so much. Despite my best efforts, he crosses the finish line first, throwing his arms up in victory.

The race attendant waves us over, and I pull my kart into the parking area, pouting dramatically as I climb out.

"You cheated," I declare as he approaches, his face lit up with the kind of grin that could rival the sun.

"Cheated?!" he repeats, pretending to be scandalized. "Nah, I just think you're too slow."

"Slow?! Please. You were probably sabotaging my kart," I argue, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Oh, sure. I secretly rigged your kart to go slower. Totally plausible," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

I narrow my eyes at him. "You're lucky I'm a good sport."

"A good sport?" He raises an eyebrow. "You're pouting like you just lost a national championship."

I gasp, feigning outrage. "I am not pouting!"

"You totally are," he counters, grinning as he pokes my cheek playfully.

In retaliation, I swat his arm lightly, and he laughs, the sound warm and contagious.

"Admit it," he says, leaning closer. "You had fun."

I roll my eyes but can't suppress my smile. "Fine. I had fun. But I still think you cheated."

"And I still think you're just slow," he teases, earning another playful slap on the arm.

"Don't push your luck, Kim," I warn, though my tone is anything but serious.

Subin simply grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ready for the next ride, loser?"

"Only if you're ready to lose," I retort, already feeling the excitement building for whatever comes next.

The rest of the night unfolds like a fever dream, surreal and too fragile to touch. We start with the swinging pirate ship, its dizzying arcs making my stomach drop and my laughter bubble out in a way I haven't heard in... months? Years? Subin laughs beside me, carefree and bright, his voice cutting through the screams of the other riders. For a second, I let myself forget.

Forget the quiet void my father left behind just a few months ago. Forget the ache that reared its head when I got a call from an unknown number, telling me Seungcheol had been in a car accident. I don't even know why I went. Maybe it was muscle memory, or guilt, or that strange pull that never fully went away, even after two years of silence.

"Go live a little," Sonya had told me right before I left her apartment the night I confronted her about the engagement. "Stop carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. You deserve to breathe, to laugh, to feel human again."

So here I am, taking her advice, sitting next to Subin as we stagger off the ride and wander toward the churro stand. I dust sugar off my fingers absentmindedly, watching the crowd buzz around us.

"This is the first time in years I've let myself have fun," I blurt out, the words slipping out before I can second-guess them. "Thank you, Subin."

The vulnerability in my own voice catches me off guard, but Subin doesn't miss a beat. His gaze softens, the teasing glint in his eyes replaced by something warmer. He steps closer and wraps me in a quick, secure hug.

"You deserve it," he murmurs, his tone simple but firm as if daring me to argue.

And I can't. Not with him.

Later, we rent one of those glowing moon boats, the lake stretching out around us like a pool of melted neon. The lights from the park shimmer on the water, soft and otherworldly, as we drift lazily in the cool night air. The breeze sends a shiver down my spine, and before I can adjust, Subin shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over my legs.

"What a gentleman," I joke, trying to inject some fun into the moment.

He grins, his dimple flashing. "Only for you."

The boat rocks gently, and the quiet between us feels like it's holding something. I glance at him, the sharp angles of his profile softened by the carnival lights. He catches me looking but doesn't turn away.

That's when it hits me, sharp and sudden: I think I like him.

The thought is like stepping too close to the edge of a cliff. My chest tightens, my pulse quickens, and my brain scrambles to keep up. No. No, this isn't safe. Not now. But the way he's looking at me like I'm more than just the broken pieces I've been carrying around makes me want to lean in despite myself.

The last time I felt anything like this, it fell apart. With Seungcheol, it started with sparks but ended with silence, with words unsaid and wounds unhealed. The hospital visit reminded me of that, of how easily something beautiful can shatter.

But Subin isn't Seungcheol. And even though the thought terrifies me, it also stirs something tender, something hesitant but alive.

I shift my gaze to the water, hoping he didn't notice the way my breath hitched. He says nothing, just sits there with that quiet steadiness of his, as if he knows I need the space to figure it out.

And I do. Because for the first time in years, I'm not just surviving—I'm feeling. And it's terrifying. And it's exhilarating. And it's him.

We head back to the car, the cool night air wrapping around us like a blanket. The sound of distant chatter and occasional laughter from other people enjoying the evening fades as we reach his car. For a moment, we just stand there, talking. It's light and easy, the kind of banter you fall into without even thinking about it. But then, I notice it again. Subin's eyes flicker to my lips. It's subtle, barely noticeable, but it's the millionth time tonight, and I'm not one to ignore such a pattern.

A boldness I didn't know I had bubbles to the surface, and before I can second-guess myself, I speak.

"If you're gonna kiss me, just do it already," I say, my tone confident even as my heart pounds in my chest. His eyes widen, just for a second, before a slow, mischievous smile spreads across his face. A low chuckle escapes his lips.

"You sure?" he asks, his voice teasing but with an undercurrent of something deeper.

"Oh, for the love of God," I groan, half laughing, before l lightly grab the back of his head and pull him toward me.

The moment our lips meet, it's like everything else fades away. The kiss is soft at first, exploratory, but it quickly deepens. His lips move against mine, and it feels electric-like, something I didn't know I'd been craving until now. He steps closer, and I instinctively step back, my back pressing against the car. The cool metal contrasts the warmth of his body as he leans in, his hands making their way to my waist.

His touch is firm but not aggressive, just the right amount of pressure to make my head spin. Without thinking, I tug lightly on his hair, eliciting a low groan from him that sends a shiver down my spine. One of his hands moves, hesitating for a moment before giving my ass a light squeeze. The action catches me off guard, and I laugh into the kiss. He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine, both of us breathless and grinning.

"Let's go," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nods, stepping back, and we both climb into the car. The ride back to my apartment feels longer than it should, the tension between us lingering in the confined space. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, and every time I catch his gaze, I can't help but smile.

When we finally park, I almost sigh in relief, eager to shake off the tension and let the night end on a high note. But as we make our way up the stairs to my apartment, I hear familiar voices.

"What the hell..." I mutter, confused.

As we reach the top of the stairs, my suspicions are confirmed. Sonya, Jihoon, and Dokyeom are standing outside my door. Their conversation ceases the moment they see me, and their eyes go wide.

"Um, hi?" I say, raising an eyebrow.

"Where the hell have you been?!" DK demands, his tone half accusing, half relieved.

"Lotte World," I reply, my voice bright and unapologetic.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" he whines, pouting.

"You change your code?" Sonya adds.

"I did tell you I had plans, and yes, I did," I counter, crossing my arms.

"Yeah, but I thought you were lying and just wanted to stay home alone," he says, sulking.

I glance between the three of them and chuckle. "I guess that explains why you're all standing here like you've seen a ghost."

"Who's that?" Jihoon asks, nodding toward Subin, who shifts uncomfortably behind me.

"Oh, everyone, this is Subin. Subin, meet everyone," I say, gesturing between them.

"Hello, everyone," Subin says, giving an awkward little wave.

For a moment, the air is thick with silence. Subin looks like he'd rather be anywhere else, and I don't blame him. He clears his throat.

"I'm gonna... go," he says, taking a small step back.

"No, you don't have to-" I start, but Dokyeom cuts me off.

"I planned on staying for a bit. How about you guys?" he asks, turning to Jihoon and Sonya, who nod in agreement.

I glare at them, but they feign innocence. Subin looks at me apologetically.

"I'll see you later?" he says softly.

I sigh and nod. "Yeah, I'll text you. Thanks for today."

He smiles before walking away, and I watch him disappear down the stairs before turning back to my friends.

"Alright, what's going on with you guys?" I ask as I unlock the door and usher them inside.

Sonya crosses her arms, her expression demanding answers. "Who was that, really?"

I roll my eyes. "I told you. Subin."

"No, yeah, I got that. But who is he?" she presses.

"Whoa, calm down, Mom," I say sarcastically. "He's...a friend."

"I've never heard that name before," Jihoon adds, his tone skeptical.

"He works at the bookstore I always go to," I explain.

"Hm," DK says, drawing out the sound like he doesn't believe me.

"Dokyeom, I told you I had plans. Seriously, what is your problem?"

"Min and I have been calling you nonstop," Sonya says.

"Your phone kept going to voicemail. We got worried."

"Oh." I glance at my bag, remembering my dead phone. "My phone died. Sorry. But as you can see, I'm fine."

"I see that," DK says, smirking.

"Don't do that," I warn, narrowing my eyes.

He raises his hands in mock surrender, but the grin on his face says otherwise.

"Guys," I say, exasperated. "I don't need you checking in on me 24/7, okay?"

Sonya's expression softens, but only slightly. "Last time you didn't answer your phone or call back, I came to check on you and-"

"Sonya," I interrupt, my tone sharp. "Don't."

Jihoon and DK exchange curious glances, but I shake my head, silently pleading with them to drop it.

Dk's eyes suddenly light up, his grin widening. "Wait a second. Did we just... cock block you?!"

"What?! No!" I exclaim, my cheeks heating.

"Oh my God!" Sonya says, her voice gleeful. "You were about to get laid!"

"I was not!"

"How long have you two been seeing each other?" Jihoon asks his tone a mix of curiosity and something colder.

"It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, okay?"

"Right," he says, clearly unconvinced.

I hesitate before muttering, "Okay, fine. We might've... kissed."

"I knew it!" DK shouts, throwing his arms in the air.

"Oh my God," Sonya and Jihoon say in unison, though their tones couldn't be more different-one excited, the other disapproving.

"Guys, calm down," I say, trying to regain control of the situation. "It was just a kiss. A good day. We got caught up in the moment, that's all."

"Bullshit," Sonya says, grinning. "You like him."

"I do not!"

"Look at her! She's blushing!" DK exclaims, rushing over to pinch my cheeks. "My baby is growing up!" I laugh despite myself, swatting his hands away.

"Listen," I say, rubbing my temples. "It's been a long day. Can we table this conversation? I'd like to shower and unwind."

"Fine," DK says, but he points at me. "I want details. Full details."

I nod absentmindedly, but my eyes drift to Jihoon. He hasn't said much, but his silence speaks volumes. His expression is unreadable, and it unsettles me.

"Hey, Ji," I say softly as the others head toward the door. "You okay?"

His jaw tightens. "Are you just going to throw away everything you had with Seungcheol?"

The question hits me like a slap. My chest tightens, and I stare at him, hurt and angry.

"That's not fair," I say quietly.

"I'm just saying," he starts, but I cut him off.

"No. You don't get to do that. You, of all people, don't get to judge me. Whatever Seungcheol and I decide is between us, not you."

Jihoon exhales sharply. "I think you're both being ridiculous. I mean come on! You were engaged for fucks s-"

"No, Ji! It's no secret he's trying to move on, and guess what? So am I, okay? I think I speak for both of us when I say the last two years have been miserable. Miserable. But today—today has been the best day I've had in so long, and you don't get to take that away from me. I get it, alright? You had this perfect plan in your head, this fantasy where we'd all stay together forever, like the old days—you, me, Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and DK. But guess what? Life doesn't work that way. Things happen, people change, and you need to accept that. Why can't you just be happy for me? Why can't you see that I'm finally happy?" I cut him off, my voice trembling with frustration.

For a moment, he doesn't respond and seems conflicted.

"Look, Jihoon-" I start, but he shakes his head.

"Fuck this," he says and then walks off.

"Jihoon!" I yell, but he disappears down the stairs.

"Fuck this," I say mockingly and close the door.

Later, lying in bed, I can't stop replaying the argument. My fingers hover over my phone's keyboard, debating whether to text Jihoon. But before I can decide, a message from Subin pops up.

Subin: Well, that was awkward...

I laugh, the tension in my chest easing.

Me: Trust me. Be glad you left when you did. Subin: Uh oh. Did I get you in trouble? Me: Nothing I can't handle. Don't mind them. They're just looking out for me. Subin: Well, for what it's worth, I had a lot of fun today. Sooo... I want to return the favor. What are you doing Friday? Me: I have a feeling you're about to tell me. Subin: Guess you'll have to wait and see... Goodnight, YN. Me: Goodnight, Subin.

As I put my phone down, I catch myself smiling. For the umpteenth time, it feels like things might actually be okay.

"Kim Subin," I whisper, the name rolling off my tongue like a secret, before I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

“What do you mean we're not having a sleepover anymore?!" DK yells through the phone, his voice loud enough to make me wince.

I roll my eyes and sigh. "Seriously, Kyeomie? It's not a big deal."

"Is this because of that stupid argument between you and Jihoon?" he presses.

"So you heard, huh?"

"YN, it's not like you live in a soundproof fortress. Of course, we heard everything. And honestly, it didn't take a genius to figure out something happened. Ji was pissed when he got to the car," he explains.

"Well, I don't know why. He started it," I snap, feeling my irritation rise.

"Cut him some slack, YN," DK says, his voice softening. "He's just trying to adjust to everything. It's been a weird week, and even if he pretends otherwise, he's struggling. Coping with you being gone and suddenly appearing again isn't exactly easy for him. You were...are his best friend."

Hearing that stings more than I want to admit, but I shove the feeling aside. "Yeah, well. You're not treating me like shit or being a jerk about me trying to move on," I retort.

"You two are so fucking annoying! You fight like siblings. Can you just make up and move on already?" he groans.

"Not unless he apologizes. And honestly, shouldn't you be telling him this? I didn't do anything wrong."

"He won't listen to me!" DK exclaims, exasperated.

"Well, that makes two of us," I mutter.

"He's even ignoring Seungcheol now! Come on, can't you just talk to him?"

"Kyeomie, I'm busy. Can we talk about this later?"

"NO! Why can't you guys just be—" I hang up before he can finish, pinching the bridge of my nose as frustration bubbles up.

I get where he's coming from, but putting this all on me is ridiculous. I glance at my phone as it buzzes on the desk next to me, debating whether to check it. I sigh and get up, needing a distraction. Cutting my vacation short to work today seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I regret it as a migraine starts to creep in.

I check my phone for what feels like the tenth time in five minutes—no new messages. The only notifications are from DK spamming me, and he is most definitely offended by the fact that I hung up on him. I sigh again, glancing at the clock: 4:39 p.m. Please let the next 21 minutes fly by.

Just then, my work phone rings. Seeing it's my boss, I grabbed it and answered immediately.

Good afternoon, Sumin," I greet warmly.

"So the rumors are true. Why are you working today?" she asks, her tone teasing.

"I appreciate the extra time you gave me, but come on, Sumin. You can't keep me away forever."

"This is why you're my favorite. Always so eager to work," she laughs. "How are things? I see you've got a few meetings lined up next week, and the team you've put together is impressive."

"Oh, yeah! I wanted to ask if you would mind sitting in on a few. I have a really good feeling about this project," I say, feeling a spark of enthusiasm return.

"I trust your judgment. But I'd be willing to join... under one condition."

"You always have to make things complicated, don't you?" I chuckle.

"Come back to the office. We miss you here," she says, her voice sincere.

"About that..."

"No way! You're thinking of coming back?"

"I'd be lying if I said it hadn't crossed my mind."

"YN! This is amazing!" she squeals, practically bouncing through the phone.

"Thinking," I emphasize, laughing.

"Oh, please! You wouldn't have told me if you weren't considering it," she teases, and I can't help but smile because she's absolutely right.

"You know me too well. Let's talk on Monday. I still have a few emails with project details to send out, and I'll send one your way," I say, pulling up my email tab.

"And here I thought my day couldn't get any better. I better hear from you on Monday!" she says, and we exchange goodbyes.

After finishing the last bit of work, I clock out and head to the kitchen, grabbing a bowl of ramen. I settle on the couch, scrolling through movie options until I pick something random to play in the background. As I savor the warm meal, the comforting noise fills the room.

About 30 minutes later, my phone rings. Subin's name flashes on the screen, bringing a smile to my face as I answer.

"And here I thought you'd forgotten about me," I tease, laughing as he chuckles on the other end.

"I could never forget that beautiful face of yours," he replies confidently, making my stomach flutter.

"You better not. I'd be a little sad if I'm being honest."

"Oh? My opinion matters that much?"

"Shut up," I laugh.

"So, what's up?"

"I don't want to wait until Friday to see you," he admits.

"You do realize Friday is only three days away, right?"

"You're ruining the moment," he jokes, his laugh warm and familiar.

"Alright, alright! Does this mean the oh-so-secret plan is finally being revealed?"

"Absolutely not. We're still waiting for Friday. But how about we go out for drinks?"

"On a Tuesday night?" I ask, raising an eyebrow even though he can't see me.

"Look who's suddenly not so fun."

"You're so annoying. Fine. I can be ready in 10."

"I'll be there in 15," he says eagerly.

"See you then."

"15 it is," he confirms, and we hang up.

Practically flying off the couch, I rush to my room and fling open the closet doors, searching for something to wear.

"Shower or no shower?" I mutter to myself before darting to the bathroom for a quick rinse.

Back at my closet, I pause. "Wait... Is this a date?" I wonder aloud. Drinks could mean a lot of things. After debating, I settle on a black skirt that hugs my curves just right, a fitted black long-sleeved shirt, and a black and green flannel to dress it down.

I quickly apply eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss in the bathroom. Just as I finish, my phone dings from the bedroom.

New Message: Subin ◡̈ Your chariot has arrived 😉 Me: Better not keep you waiting!

I give myself one last look, grab my bag, and head out the door, excitement and nerves bubbling inside me.

The neon lights of Seoul shimmered in the puddles as Subin, and I strolled through the winding streets of Gangnam. Our destination was an unassuming bar he'd mentioned earlier. The city was alive with energy, but my thoughts were stuck on last night.

Lotte World had been perfect—laughter, dizzying rides, and moments that felt suspended in time. But what I couldn't shake was the kiss near the car. It hadn't been planned or calculated. It just... happened.

Even now, the memory of it makes my heart race: the warmth of his hand grazing mine, the way he leaned in like he'd been waiting forever, and the quiet conviction in the way his lips met mine.

But the moon boat ride—that was where it started for me. Floating under the glowing lanterns, his face soft in the warm light, I saw something in him I hadn't dared to notice before.

Subin walked beside me, his long strides effortless as he talked about some celebrity scandal I wasn't entirely following. His voice was warm, rich with the teasing tone he reserved specifically for me. I let him ramble, focusing instead on the rhythm of his steps, the way his hand brushed close to mine every so often.

"You're not even listening," he said, glancing at me.

"Hmm?" I replied.

Subin stopped abruptly, spinning on his heel to face me. "I just told you the juiciest drama of the year, and you give me a hmm? Unbelievable."

I laughed, nudging him forward. "Your 'juicy drama' was about an actor getting caught at a club. That's not news, Subin. That's another Tuesday."

"Wow," he said, holding a hand to his chest. "First, you ignore me. Now, you insult me. Should we just call it a night?"

"Don't tempt me," I said, grinning.

He chuckled and kept walking, but his smile lingered, just like mine.

We turned the corner, leaving the bustling main street behind for quieter, dimly lit side roads. The shift in the atmosphere was immediate—a calm, intimate vibe replaced the vibrant chaos. Subin stopped in front of a small door tucked between two buildings, its frame outlined in soft, warm light.

"This is it?" I asked, arching a skeptical brow.

"This," he said, holding the door open with an exaggerated flourish, "is my favorite hidden bar in Gangnam. Trust me, you're going to love it."

I stepped inside, immediately hit by the cozy warmth of the space. The dim lighting cast golden shadows on the walls, and a jazz rendition of a familiar pop song hummed softly in the background. It smelled like citrus, aged wood, and a hint of something floral.

"Okay," I admitted, sliding into a corner booth. "This is nice."

Subin sat across from me, his grin smug. "Told you. I have excellent taste."

"What are you drinking?" he asked, handing me a menu.

"Something fruity," I said without hesitation.

"Of course," he teased, his lips twitching into a smirk. "Peach soju cocktail?"

"Wow, one kiss, and suddenly you think you know me," I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

His smile froze, and I felt my face heat up. Damn it. I hadn't meant to bring it up so casually.

"You said it, not me," he said, recovering quickly. He leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table. "But since you mentioned it..."

"Don't," I warned, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Don't what?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"You know what," I said, glaring at him, though the corners of my mouth betrayed me by twitching upward.

The server arrived, mercifully interrupting, and we placed our orders—peach soju for me and a whiskey sour for him. Once they left, the silence stretched just long enough to feel noticeable.

When our drinks arrived, I sipped my cocktail, savoring the sweet tang of peach and soju. Subin watched me with a curious expression.

"What?" I asked, setting my glass down.

"You make this little sound when you like something," he said, his voice teasing but soft.

I blinked, caught off guard. "I do not."

"You do. I noticed it yesterday when you bit into that churro as well," he said, leaning forward slightly. "It's cute."

I felt heat creep up my neck and tried to play it cool. "Careful, Subin. If you keep talking like that, I might think you're flirting with me."

"Good," he said, his voice low but steady.

Caught off guard again, all I can say is, “What?"

"I'm flirting with you, YN," he said, leaning back with a small smile. "In case that wasn't obvious."

The air between us shifted, the playful banter giving way to something heavier, more real.

"You're awfully bold tonight," I said, my voice quieter than I intended.

"Last night got me thinking," he admitted, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass. "About us. About you."

I swallowed hard. "And what exactly were you thinking?"

"That I've been holding back when I shouldn't have," he said simply.

His honesty caught me off guard. Subin wasn't usually this direct. He hid behind jokes and banter, always deflecting when things got too serious. But now, he was looking at me like he wasn't afraid of what I might say next.

"And why were you holding back?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Because I wasn't sure if you felt the same way," he said, his gaze unwavering. "But then last night, after the moon boat ride... you looked at me like—"

"Like what?" I prompted, leaning in slightly.

"Like you saw me the way I see you," he said.

The words hit me like a wave, and I had to look away, focusing on my drink.

He was right. I had seen him differently last night. On the moon boat, surrounded by glowing lanterns, he'd looked at me like I was whole—not broken, not something that needed fixing, but just... me.

I let out a soft sigh, my fingers gripping the edge of the table. "You make it sound so simple."

"Isn't it?" he asked gently.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "It's not."

He waited, his expression patient, and something about the quiet understanding in his eyes made the words spill out before I could stop them.

"Most people... they look at me and see someone who's a mess," I said, my voice faltering. "Someone who's been through too much. They try to fix me or pity me, and it's exhausting."

"YN—" he started, but I held up a hand.

"But you," I continued, my voice softer now, "you don't do that. You see me, all of me, and somehow, you make me feel like I'm enough."

His expression softened, and he reached across the table, his fingers brushing mine. "That's because you are enough," he said quietly. "More than enough."

I felt a lump rise in my throat and quickly took a sip of my drink, trying to steady myself. "You make it sound so easy," I said again, my voice trembling slightly.

"Maybe it doesn't have to be as complicated as you think," he said.

I looked up at him, my heart pounding. "Subin, I like you. I really do. But this feels... fast. And I don't want to ruin what we have by rushing into something we're not ready for."

He nodded, his lips curving into a small smile. "Fair enough."

I blinked. "That's it? No argument?"

"Why would I argue?" he said, his tone light but sincere. "If you're not ready, then we take our time. I'm not going anywhere, YN."

His words made my chest ache in the best way. Subin always had a way of making me feel seen, but tonight, he made me feel safe, too.

"Let's see where this goes," I said finally, my voice steady.

His smile widened, and he gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "That works for me."

The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, shared stories, and stolen glances. By the time we stepped out of the bar, the streets had quieted, and a soft breeze carried the crisp scent of rain.

As we walked towards the car, Subin's hand brushed against mine. I glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you going to hold my hand, or are you just going to keep teasing me all night?" I asked.

He grinned, his fingers intertwining with mine. "What can I say? I'm a multitasker."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You're ridiculous."

"And you love it," he said, his voice warm and sure.

I didn't respond, but I couldn't stop smiling as we walked hand in hand.

The ride back was filled with friendly banter, and when we pulled into my parking space, he decided to walk me all the way to my door.

"This is me," I say as we approach my door.

"Thank you for coming along with me tonight," he says softly. I only smile.

We stand there for a few seconds before he leans in, but he stops himself.

"Is this okay?"

"More than okay," I reply with a shy smile.

Our lips meet. And unlike last night, this kiss is slow and slightly more intimate. I pull away before I get too caught in the moment and place my hand on his chest.

"Baby steps," I say through a breathless chuckle.

"Baby steps," Subin says.

"I'll see you soon?"

"Of course."

He turns to descend the stairs, but he calls for me before he can get out of my sight.

"Stop by the bookstore soon; Nayeon has been asking about you," he says, and then he leaves.

I enter my apartment and get ready for another night, thinking about Subin, and before getting into bed, my phone dings.

Son-yuh: Invite for the engagement! Bring your friend 😏

"This girl is going to be the death of me."

#seventeen #choi seungcheol #dokyeom #seventeen seungcheol #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #woozi

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tiddygame · 7 months ago

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Ghoap god type au part 4! Now on Ao3!

part 1 /// part 2 /// part 3 /// part 4 /// part 5 /// part 6 /// part 7 /// part 8 /// part 9

I have not slept in A While because meds are meds so I don't know if this makes sense! Let's Go!!!

And shout out to these people for making me happy stim by requesting to be tagged! I hope this chapter is worthy of such an honor lmao:

@imjustheretofightforlove / @pieckyghost / @life-as-a-gamergirl

Ghost doesn’t know why he continued to give offerings to the god. He should have stopped when he had the chance, but he didn’t. Flowers, jewelry, rocks he thought looked cool, even an entire wallet he stole from a soldier who got on his nerves; It all went on the offering table.

Something had changed. He doesn’t know what, but there was a difference. And not knowing was terrifying. Ghost liked to compartmentalize, to think things through and sort them into organized boxes. Decluttering the unknown was how he stayed sane.

If there is a problem, do not panic, just figure out what you can do. And if you can do nothing, then you have no reason to panic. The rigid line of thought was the only way he could trick himself into thinking he had any control over his life, that fate hadn’t already woven her strings.

So how do you think through something beyond your comprehension?

Try as he might, he could not and would never be able to truly understand divinity. There was no rationale he could apply to Soap that didn’t make his ears ring. It was all well within arms reach but firmly out of his grasp.

He shouldn’t continue to show patronage to something so unpredictable, so volatile.

“Besides,” Soap said, making eye contact once more. He grinned. It didn’t look human. “I’m not letting you go that easy.”

And yet, every night he would take his dinner to whatever lousy altar he’d created and sit down to eat with an entity that could kill him without raising a finger, would eat and talk to him like they were friends. He’s not sure of when he lost his fucking mind, but it was certainly long gone.

Everything about the god terrified him. It was ancient, domineering over one of the most prevalent parts of humanity. Everything had to die someday, and at the end of it all, Soap would still be there, even as it died too.

So when he appeared behind Ghost at a bookstore of all places, he damn near shit himself.

He just wanted a book to occupy his time between battles, a distraction from the boredom of downtime. It was the same town as before, barely a few weeks since their impromptu meeting in the temple. He had been perusing the shelves and grabbed a book that caught his eye, some book about the history of the town, and was reading the back of it when someone was very suddenly right next to him.

“Anything interesting?”

Ghost flinched, reaching for a sword that wasn’t there as he turned to face the person who somehow got the jump on him. And just like everything else with the god, he doesn’t know how he knew that the person was Soap in disguise.

He looked nothing like the renditions he’d seen of the god; The man before him was short and had pale skin, light brown hair, and brown eyes. He looked about as non-descript as a human could get. Yet, he still knew that the man was no man at all, but a god that came from the heavens just to make his life miserable.

“Why are you here?” Ghost was too on edge and confused to put the fearful respect in his tone that he normally used when speaking to the god.

“I just came here to look for books, the same as you,” he replied, trying to keep a straight face and play it earnestly but smiling far too much.

Ghost didn’t dignify that with a response, continuing to stare down at him, book still in hand.

Soap sighed, “Alright, alright Mr. Grumpy, maybe I wanted to talk to you again.”

Ghost asked, “Why?” But he realized that probably wouldn’t get him the answer he wanted, “What do you need to talk about?” He was hoping to cut through the small talk and jump right to the essentials.

“I said want. Not need.” Soap corrected. When Ghost looked even more exasperated, he whisper-shouted, “I’ve been stuck in limbo for who the fuck knows how long! I need stimulation! Interaction! Conversation! Anything!”

Oh, gods above, this is the worst torture the god could have devised. He’d rather take eternal pain and misery over becoming a chatty god’s only conversation partner. Fuck, he’s done a lot of bad shit, but nothing to deserve this!

The god grabbed the book out of his hand from where he was still standing petrified and dumbfounded. Soap looked at the book, hummed, and then began browsing the aisle himself.

Soap mused aloud, “I’m not surprised you’re a history nerd… Is there anything else here that’s more interesting?”

A few weeks ago, the god had been so weak he could barely conjure a physical form, now he was in a bookstore to make fun of him?

“The god of death is calling me a nerd with shit taste.” Ghost hadn’t meant to vocalize that thought, but he was still trying to mentally catch up.

It seemed to catch the god off guard as well, with him snorting as he tried to cover his mouth to stop from laughing, “I didn’t mean ye’ have shit taste, I meant history isn’t an interesting read when you lived through it.”

And at Ghost’s core, he was nothing if not a pain, so even as he was scrambling to figure out what was happening, he pointed out, “But you weren’t alive. You said you were in limbo.”

“Okay, smart-ass. Alive, limbo, whatever. I need a story — one I haven’t heard before.”

“Do you even know how to read?”

His accent became thicker with indignation, “‘Course I do!”

“This language?” Ghost asked, gesturing to the shelves.

Soap immediately responded, “Ye—,” he cut himself off, looking at the book he grabbed from Ghost. It was upside-down and he twisted his hand awkwardly to have it back upright, squinting at it as he answered, now positive, “Yeah!”

Ghost mumbled, “Hmm, I figured you’d only be able to read dead languages.”

That one got a full laugh out of the god, he desperately tried to quiet his chuckles before they were told off for being too loud. Ghost isn’t sure why, but he felt oddly proud.

Soap was still smiling in an effort to stop laughing as he said, “That would make sense I suppose.” It seemed that not being able to laugh only made the situation funnier, huffing air out of his nose in a quiet giggle. “Well! What book would you suggest?”

Ghost pointed to the other side of the bookstore, “I’d suggest you stop looking in the non-fiction section.”

Soap looked around, muttering a curse under his breath. Seeing where Ghost had pointed, Soap grabbed his hand and dragged him along. Ghost was too surprised by the sudden contact to fight it, which was probably for the best. He may love his personal space, but he loved not getting smote even more.

“Okay, well, now what book would you suggest?” Soap repeated himself, this time not bothering to browse the shelves as he looked at Ghost for a recommendation.

Sighing in resignation, “What genres do you like?” If he could get this done with quickly enough, he might still have some time to himself before he had to return to camp.

“I don’t know. All of them I guess.”

He is not going to get this done with quickly enough to have some time to himself before he has to return to camp.

Ghost let out an even longer sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose before coming to a solution. The store had their books sorted by genre, so it would be easy enough to grab one or two from each and then get Soap to pick one.

The god of death’s personal shopper. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Luckily for both of them, Ghost has had an exorbitant amount of downtime and knew of a few popular ones that weren’t complete garbage. Death seemed content to trail behind him as he picked out the books, admiring the simple building.

The store had large windows facing west, golden light stretching over the shelves and reaching across the floor to tell Ghost how much time he was wasting. The smart thing would have been to just grab a random book, sing its praises, and hope he didn’t get called out on his bullshit. Of course, that would require being smart, so instead Ghost went through almost the entire fiction section, ending with a total of seven books.

The stack of books was ridiculously tall as he set them down on a table at the back, intending to explain them to Soap and let him pick a couple.

“This is everything, one book each from most of the genres.” Ghost backed away when Soap stepped closer, looking like an owl as he turned his head sideways to read the spines. Ghost gave up trying to understand the god.

He pointed to the one on top, “This one is—“

“Fantastic! I’ll take them all,” Soap said, completely ignoring what Ghost was about to say.

“What?”

“I’ll take them all!” Soap repeated, as if he hadn’t been clear enough the first time. He grabbed the stack of books, adding the one he’d snatched from Ghost to the pile as he walked to the counter.

“But… You don't have any money…” Ghost’s quiet protest went unheard as Soap walked away. He had a small existential crisis as he wondered what mistake he made that led him to this exact moment. He decided the mistake was being born as he followed after the god of death, knowing he probably wouldn’t have enough to cover the books.

Soap set down the books next to the cash register and gleefully asked, “How much for all of these?”

The shopkeeper looked a little surprised at the size of the stack but began checking them and adding up the cost. Even without seeing the number, Ghost was already bemoaning having to explain to a divine being how the economy and poverty work.

But apparently, Soap wasn’t done confusing him as he grabbed a wallet out of his pocket and began pulling out credits as the shopkeeper gave the total.

At first, Ghost checked his own pocket thinking Soap had managed to steal his wallet and was in for a rude awakening when he found out Ghost was broke, but his wallet was still there. He wasn’t going to ask in front of the shopkeeper where he got it, but curiosity was eating at him.

Ghost stared at the wallet. He recognized it vaguely but didn’t know from where. It was only when Soap was putting it away that he realized it was the one he’d stolen from that annoying soldier and offered to the god.

And who said your misdeeds come back to haunt you?

Once the books were all bagged, Soap gestured towards it and Ghost sighed as he grabbed the paper bag, supporting the bottom as it was lifted off the counter. Mirroring the same motion, Ghost gestured towards the door. Part of him was curious if the god would pop back out of existence when he walked into the light like he did last time.

Ghost whispered once they were far enough away, “You know I stole that wallet, right?”

Soap snorted, “That’s what made it one of my favorites.”

Ghost let go of the handles of the bag, only holding it from the bottom, and opened the door for Soap. Soap nodded in thanks like everything that had transpired over the last two or so hours was a normal interaction.

Fortunately, the god did not vanish upon stepping outside, disproving his theory.

No, it was unfortunate. He wanted this to be done with. He didn’t want to keep talking to Soap.

His mouth didn’t seem to get the memo as he started to ask, “Why did you actu—”

“Ghost!”

The shout from someone behind him immediately sucked out any positive feelings he had. His usual glare was back as he turned to face the voice. There were two soldiers, a miserable little search party that looked disgusted at even having to go near Ghost.

“The General needs you for something.”

Of fucking course he does. He risked a glance to where Soap had been standing, unsurprised to see that he’d vanished. Ghost didn’t give them a verbal answer, just glared at them until they both began shifting where they were standing.

He felt a little relieved at being able to put the threatening tone back in his voice as he informed them, “I’ll be back before dinner.”

The one that spoke before looked to his partner and tried to forcefully say, “He needs you now.”

Ghost stepped closer, looming over them as he repeated, “I said I will be back before dinner.” He waited a moment, making sure they were properly threatened before he turned around and walked in the opposite direction of camp.

“Why were you at a bookstore?” One of them called out, almost accusatory as if it would stop him from leaving. He had forgotten about the rumor that he couldn’t read; He doesn’t know how it started, but it was a favorite amongst his fellow soldiers.

“What bookstore?” Ghost yelled back, not bothering to turn around.

The forest looked beautiful in the orange light of the setting sun. He was heading back to the temple, not because he missed Soap, but because it was the only place they wouldn’t be able to find him. If he really was needed, there would be soldiers crawling all over town searching for him.

He didn’t like going somewhere so secluded without his sword, but it was back at camp and he was not going back yet, wanting to piss off the general as much as he could. He hadn’t wanted to walk into the village with such an obvious weapon on his hip out of respect for the residents, but now it meant he only had a hunting knife to defend himself with. Nothing to sneeze at, obviously, but he would have felt a lot more comfortable making the hike through the forest with a heavier weapon.

A chill began to take hold as the sun dipped below the horizon. A cold front came through a few days prior that made sure the days were a lovely charming example of the upcoming fall weather and that the nights were frigid enough to make anyone regret not being on a tropical island.

He made the trek much quicker this time, now knowing the path. Which was a very good thing as the shadows grew stronger as he made his way through the trees, trying to make him trip on roots that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

When he got to the temple, he set the bag down and made quick work of gathering a small amount of firewood and kindling with the last of the waning sunlight, the chill turning into a freezing wind. His fingers shook slightly as he made a small campfire near the empty doorway to the right of the statue, paranoid about proper ventilation even with all of the cracks in the roof.

Using the light to see, he pulled down some of the vines, setting both them and the greener wood near the fire. Hopefully, they would dry quickly enough to be used later in the night. He quickly sorted through the books, taking them out and setting Soap’s collection to the side.

He was trying to read the first page of his book when Soap appeared again. He didn’t look up as he greeted, “Good evening.”

“I do not like the way they treat you.” The god was blunt and Ghost couldn’t help but huff a small laugh at the amount of simmering anger the god held over what was a standard interaction for him.

“No?” Ghost asked, wondering why being told to return to camp was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

But he may have underestimated Soap’s anger as the god answered, “No. They don’t get to speak to you like that.” The sentence was punctuated by the campfire flaring slightly, the flames suddenly rising higher, illuminating more of the temple before they rescinded.

Ghost looked up at that, moving the book away to stop it from getting singed. He was not ashamed to admit that he was nervous, he just would never tell Soap that. To have him suddenly swap from someone friendly and charming to an undeniably pissed-off god was alarming.

“Uh—”

“They treat you like a fucking dog and can’t even speak to you with a shred of respect?”

The god’s form was flickering. This is what Ghost wanted, to know the tipping point for the god, but he wasn’t sure if this was the scenario in which he wanted to find out. He’d prefer for it to have been on the battlefield, the god having lost its patience with protecting him, not next to a campfire in his own temple.

“Soap—”

“Why do you fucking stay? They have no fucking right!”

The flames flared again and Ghost grabbed the handle of his knife. Just like the last time he was at the temple, he knew it would do nothing, but he could at least find comfort in the lie.

Soap noticed the movement, making eye contact. Soap was still breathing heavily and Ghost was doing the same, albeit for very different reasons. The god heaved a sigh, slouching over as he covered his face with his hands.

Once more, despite all rationale screaming otherwise, Ghost stayed. There was a long silence, the only noise being the crackling of the fire and the whistling of the wind.

The god was sitting with his legs crossed, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands propped up his head. He was still staring at the ground when he asked, “Why? Why do you stay?”

“It’s complicated.”

Soap looked unimpressed, “No, it isn’t.”

“No,” Ghost agreed. “But it’s a story I don’t like to tell.”

The god let out a long breath like he was trying to calm himself down as he rubbed at his eyes, “Didn’t you say you’d be back for dinner?”

“I lied. Late morning at the earliest.” Soap chuckled, much more tinged with defeat than it had been a few hours ago. The silence was back and Ghost hesitated before grabbing his book again.

“Thank you.”

Ghost wasn’t expecting that and felt a bolt of panic strike through him, not knowing what the god was thanking him for.

Soap gestured towards the stack of books, “For humoring me today. I haven’t laughed in a long time. Thank you.”

The somber tone settled over him, the emotional whiplash from the past ten minutes alone was enough to make his head spin. Unsure of what else to say, he stuttered, “You’re welcome.” It sounded a lot more like a question than he intended.

Soap nodded and let his head fall again.

And, just like that, he was gone, fading away with the wind. He stared at where the god sat, ruminating over his words. When he came back to the present, he saw that the books were gone as well.

He would have laughed, Death having grabbed his haul of books and scurried off in the breeze, but the honesty behind the god’s not-quite confession weighed on him. He tried to read, but was only flipping pages as his eyes ran over the words, not taking anything in.

He’s been in this situation before, waiting out time to piss off the general and he knew how it went. Sleep wasn’t an option; He always found something to occupy himself with to stave off the inevitable boredom. He was lucky to have a book this time, but try as he might, he couldn’t focus on it.

He gave up on reading and instead turned his focus to the campfire in front of him. He added another log carefully, taking care to not smother any of the other sticks. He didn’t have much fuel and he’d need to make it last until sunrise.

Ghost woke up to light streaming in through the open doorway and birds chirping obnoxiously loud. He grumbled and tried to go back to sleep before remembering that he was never supposed to be asleep in the first place.

He tried to get up quickly, to stand to attention and scan for any threats or changes that indicated someone had come in during his nap. Instead, he sat up slowly, having to prop himself up on his arm to not lie back down.

His fire was miraculously still burning. The temple looked the same, there weren’t any assassins hiding in the corners, and his stuff hadn’t moved. It took him an embarrassing amount of time to remember that he never went to sleep with a blanket or pillow, yet now had both.

Instead of thinking about that, he stood slowly, his joints popping along the way. He yawned as he gathered his stuff, smothering the fire and folding up his bedding. Still not even half awake, he dropped the pillow and blanket at the base of the statue.

He grumbled out what was meant to be an expression of gratitude, but he’s not sure he got any of the syllables out. Taking as deep of a breath as he could to try to wake himself up, he began the walk to the river.

It’s a miracle he didn’t get lost as he stumbled through the woods, listening for the sound of rushing water. When he finally got to it, he was sure to avoid getting too close to the slippery bank, not feeling like drowning so early in the morning.

He walked over the ramshackle bridge that crossed the river and led into camp in the early afternoon. Just like last time, most of the soldiers quieted upon seeing him. And, just like last time, the general came stomping out of his tent, though this time significantly angrier

“I need you to listen to me carefully,” he began, seething with so much anger over Ghost’s disobedience that he was twitching. “I am going to give you ten seconds to explain yourself. If you do not have a good reason for why you went AWOL, you are going to wish you had never been born, am I understood?”

Ghost had mastered the voice of false innocence and remorse, “I’m sorry General, I wasn’t paying attention and got delayed by an hour.”

“An hour?” The general had a deceptively calm tone, one that spoke of being on the edge of doing something drastic. But the general was no god and Ghost had no qualms about giving him a shove.

“Yes sir, I know I said noon. I’m sorry for being late.” Ghost hung his head like he was ashamed. He was already mapping out a lie to explain why he arrived almost a full 24 hours after the search party said he would.

“Noon?” The general asked. Both of them were playing a very dangerous game, weaponizing an unstable but calm facade and putting on a little show for the rest of camp to sit back and watch.

“Yes sir.”

“I was told that you said you’d be back before dinner.”

Ghost lifted his head and glanced around, furrowing his brow in faux confusion, “Before dinner? No sir, I was trying to hunt for something to bring back to camp. They caught me right before I went into the forest; I might have said I was trying to find something for dinner, but I knew it would take me much longer than that.” Oh, how Ghost loved gaslighting.

The general’s lip curled, thinking he found a thread to pull, “Do you normally go hunting at night, son?” The words were full of poison, but Ghost already had an excuse.

“No sir, I looked for tracks yesterday afternoon, set up camp, and woke up early this morning to hunt. Unfortunately, I was no—”

“He’s lying!” One of the soldiers shouted, walking closer and shaking off his friend trying to pull him back. “He was walking out of a store! He wasn’t hunting!” Ah, that must be one-half of the search party.

Now emboldened, the other half approached from the stables, and joined in, “Yeah, he was leaving a bookstore with some guy.”

Uh-oh, that’s not good. He didn’t realize that they saw Soap.

He was trying to figure out if he should outright deny it or try to claim that he, the notorious loner, had made a friend in town. A friend that just so happened to leave that day so they couldn’t ask for him to verify Ghost’s story. Hmm…

“What? No, he was alone.”

Never mind, that’s perfect; Only one of them saw Soap.

The two began arguing over whether or not Ghost had been alone and Ghost “timidly” chimed in, “Bookstore?”

The first one that had spoken paused his argument and turned back to the general, “He even had a shopping bag!”

Adding fuel to the flames of their anger, Ghost made a point of looking at his hands to show they were empty. He gently corrected like he was just trying to help the two remember, “I was walking out of a general store. Alone. I needed berries for bait.”

The rest of the camp gave odd looks to the search party, the rumor of his inability to read not helping their legitimacy. Now he just had to hope they didn’t ask why he didn’t have any camping or hunting supplies aside from a small bag.

The general looked more irritated than irate, “That’s enough. All three of you are being punished for insubordination. For now just get the hell out of my sight until tomorrow morning.”

Ghost tried not to smile too wide as he nodded and walked away, very happy that the general reached his limit before more glaring holes could be poked in his story. The other two looked offended at getting punished with him, one standing slack-jawed as the other even tried to argue before getting dragged away by his friend before he could dig himself a deeper grave.

Ghost was going to be punished regardless of what he did or when he returned, but dragging the other two down with him was well worth it. Plus, the rest of the camp would now think they were liars as well who tried and failed to get him punished.

All in all, it was a rather successful trip to the bookstore.

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Had he been paying more attention, thinking more clearly, he might’ve thought to hide his tracks, to not leave an obvious trail to where’d been, to hide the evidence of his time spent at the temple of the god of death.

#ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #soap x ghost #forgotten death au #my writing #my meds have given me hypersomnia and yet i still have not slept in >24 hours #:'(#cant wait to wake up and find several critical errors

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thecapricunt1616 · 11 months ago

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Chapter 2 The Bear & His Honey

Chapter Inspo: Quote - "The only heaven I’d be sent to, is one where I’m alone with you." Summary: (18+ ONLY FIC) Carmy gets heated in the kitchen, makes Winnie lunch, & Meets the famous Sugar. A/N: Heyooo!! I am so proud of myself for like not having writers block and actually continuing a fic I started LOL! I think this one is longer than the last, like 7k characters or smth. I can't make promises abt. when I'll post next, but I can try to make it this week! I hope you're all enjoying so far. Warnings: Swearing, Yelling, smut, alcohol, tad angsty if you can even call it that, and then just overall feminine yearning!! ***As per usual; Reblogs, Likes, Comments, & Constructive Critiques are not only welcomed, but much appreciated! Without further ado, here we go! Woooo!***

𝒞𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀 𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝑀𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉!

Chapter 1 Here

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I followed him in to the screaming, bustling pit that was his kitchen. “BEHIND!- Jesus Christ, Tina, watch it - I said Behind! Should I just drop this, huh Chef?!” Someone cried out, the intensity of the atmosphere causing my chest to tighten as if clawed hands were achingly squeezing ever so slowly around my lungs.

“Gosh” I muttered, trying my best to take everything in, every sense of mind becoming slightly overwhelmed. Carmen briskly showed me to his small office, the insanity of his kitchen not even strumming a nerve for him it seemed. He showed me to a desk covered in too many papers in the corner, before thumbing through them until he found what he was rummaging for. “Ah! Yes. Here we go!! Alright. You look at this” he turned to me, handing it over.

“With that big-booky-brain of yours, sure you could figure some changes to make the dishes sound extra special ‘mm?” He mused. I glanced over the piece of printer paper, nothing more than a piece of plain white paper adorned with dish names and descriptions of them followed by pricing.

“Uhh…sure thing. ‘M not that smart, slutty books about muscley guys with wings and mind reading abilities only get you so far…” I said jokingly, my eyebrows furrowing as I my eyes glaze over the intricate ingredients I’d never heard of.

“Alright, uhhh.. you’re gonna have to go more into detail about what you’re getting up to at the bookstore when I get back” he teased and closed the door to the office behind him as he headed to the kitchen.

I continued reading over the ingredients, adding an appetizing verb here and there, hoping that was what he was looking for. I lean on my hand, looking over the other papers on the desk. Mostly food shipment orders, different labor receipts, jumping in my seat a bit when I hear a huge crash and what sounds like a bunch of aluminum clattering.

“FUCK, JESUS! ” Carm yells, his voice booming through the kitchen and it was suddenly silent, as if every single thing stopped. “How many times have I told you guys, do, NOT leave empty FUCKING pans ON THE EDGE OF YOUR GOD DAMN STATION. Everyone look over your FUCKING station, RIGHT THE FUCK NOW - if there is an something that needs to be washed- it goes IN THE SINK. NOW. Move!”

The only response is a chorus of “Yes Chef!”

“Marcus get the fuck over here deal with this these fucking sheet pans!” He barks. I swallow the nervous lump in my throat, contemplating if I should just grab my purse and go. My eyes flick to the door when I hear the handle, and Carmen walks back in, his face a bit flushed from his outburst I’d assume.

“Hey” he said casually and smiled a bit, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. He was holding a plate that honestly, looked amazing. “So, not chilli, so sorry, but- we do have Mac salad, and then this fire pork stew type deal, oh, and your onions, and a burger, and a hot dog- feelin frisky today, Winnie?” He puts the plate in front of me with a soft smile.

All tension I was feeling vanished like sand between my fingers. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips and I look up at him. “And my ketchup?” I asked and he rolled his eyes, taking the ketchup and mustard bottles from his apron and setting them down in front of me. “Sorry, your majesty.” He teased.

I take the ketchup, squeezing a good amount over the top. “I guess… I am feeling frisky” I said, doing the same with the mustard. “Yea? You reading up on more winged muscle man porn while I was out there?” I laughed as I cut up the hot dog and burger on top, a real laugh. Not something someone could usually drag out of me since my brother. But for some reason, Carmen seemed to be very good at it.

“Ohhh yeah. I was just all spread out here on top of your desk rubbing one out - the yelling you were doing really did it for me. Finished right before you came in.” I teased with a feline smirk, watching as his cheeks heated slightly. “Yeah- sorry about that” he rubs the back of his neck. “Uh- Marcus he just left all these fucking pans and Syd ran right in to them - keep tellen ‘em to put shit where it goes.” He sighed a bit.

“No, no, no need to be sorry. A book store and a kitchen are 2 very different places to work, just glad everything’s alright” I took a bite, my eyes widening at the amazing flavor. It definitely wasn’t home, but that was okay. It was fucking amazing. I bring my hand up to my mouth to cover it as I speak, unable to wait another second to tell him.

“That? Is Fuuucking heat dude. Wow.” I said swallowing and immediately going for more. “Really? You are…unbelievable” he chuckles, sitting back with a small smirk on his lips. “No you are unbelievable, Chef, great work. 5 stars on yelp” I giggle and he shakes his head rolling his eyes in amusement.

“Why thank you, your review is valued” he gets up and leans in. I swear I feel my heart stutter in my chest when his chain brushes my temple as he reaches around me and grabs the menu I had been scribbling notes on for him. I could smell the musk of his cologne, a bit of tobacco from his cigarette, and a tinge of salty sweat from being in such a hot kitchen all morning. It was intoxicating. I wanted to bury my nose in his chest and just inhale, I could get drunk off the scent. “Sorry” he said softly, sitting back down and looking at the menu.

My cheeks had to be on fire, and I’m sure if his chain grazed my face again, its icy touch would sizzle at the contact. I swallow the bite I had forgotten about in my mouth when he was so close and look over at him. He was still looking over the menu, eyebrows raised slightly, “mm, like that” he mutters, rubbing his chin in contemplation.

“Wow, look at what your slutty books taught you, ‘opulence to the core in your mouth’ hmm? What were they describing?” He smirks, his eyes meeting mine. I swear I could burst into flames and be left as nothing but a pile of ashes. I can’t remember a time that I’d been so melted by the attention of a man.

“Uh-“ I stutter, clearing my throat, trying to rack my now empty brain (other then that pesky vision buried deep, of him rage fucking me over his desk. Sending waves of soaking warmth to my core, so strong I’m more petrified of the vision of me getting up and his chair being wet with my arousal) “Oh, you know…” I trail off with a shrug, my gaze finding my plate again and taking another bite to avoid embarrassing myself any further.

“Well, I just may have you edit these more often little miss vocabulary” he continues reading over. “I like this, exactly what I wanted. Thank you” he smiled softly, setting the paper down on the desk. Our hands brush, and goosebumps immediately rose everywhere from my shins to my jaw.

I look over at him, to find him looking right back at me. “This is…like so good” I said to take my mind off the ache growing between my thighs and he grinned. “Glad you like it. Swing by anytime I’ll make one for you, on the house of course. Gotta make sure we treat our official menu editor well” he rested his hands on the top of his curls with locked fingers. His biceps looked much more pronounced this way, the tattoos I hadn’t been able to see on the back of his arms making an appearance.

He looked as if he was a fucking statue, a Greek god carved from the masterful hands of Myron. He is beautiful. He has such a strong nose, a muscular jaw and neck, god his fucking neck. Those veins, I can imagine when he gets all fired up they protrude powerfully. I trail back up to his nose, god that fucking nose. My core clenches around nothing at the sudden dirty image of messily riding his face comes to the front of my mind, his beautiful blue eyes darkened in lust due to his blown out pupils, his beautiful sexy nose nuzzling my bundle of nerves, my arousal dripping down his neck and chest as he drinks up all he can. Flushed at the Hollywood porno in my mind, I quickly shut it out like slamming a door and my eyes flick to his beautiful blues, a satisfied smirk on his blush pink lips.

“What?” I questioned, my cheeks growing hotter. “Mm. Nothin’. Enjoying the view or somethin’?” He questioned and I look at my plate. “No- I mean, well” I stuttered, picking up another bite and putting it in my mouth to avoid the confrontation as it had worked for me shortly before.

He playfully smacks a hand over his heart “wow!” He said earning a giggle from me “here I am, slavin’ over the stove like a damn housewife for you to make your- whatever the hell - and you have the gaul to insult me!! In my own restaurant at that!” He feigned offense, a real smile adorning his features, eyes crinkled, dimples on proud display.

“You’re cute! There. Is that what you wanted, Carmen? Your ego stroked a little? Awww, Carm, you’re such a handsome little boy” I laughed, leaning in and pinching his cheek playfully. He rolled his eyes, swatting my hand away with a grin. “So you only go out with guys with wings, that it?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Wow!! Look at you, big player!” I gently kick his clog with my boot “you askin’ me out?” I asked, my heart picking up speed once more. “No, I just asked if your preference is a buff dude with wings. But since you mention it, sure, I’d love to go out with you. Thanks for the offer” he teased, a pesky smirk on his lips.

“Wooow!” I drew out and laughed. “Wow!! Big sexy muscle man can’t ask a girl out, hmm? Need to trick her in to asking you?” I took a sip from the water bottle I’d brought in my bag. His cheeks heat, raising his eyebrows he says “well I’m no big sexy muscle man, I’m just ahh…how did you put it?” He asked.

I leaned in, gently adjusting the pendant of his chain to face front and center again before resting my hand on his chest, palm flat, and feel the heavy thump of his heart when I speak again “a very handsome little boy” I said softly, my eyes flicker to his lips as he gently tugged his bottom one between his teeth. “Mm” he hummed, I felt the vibration under my hand. “That was it. Yeah” he said just above a whisper, his voice richer, deeper, like the dark chocolate cake described on the dessert menu.

The door flies open and I jump back in my seat, resuming eating as naturally as I could manage. “Bear! There you are, Jesus Christ. Since when do you take breaks? The fuckin’ glassware company left three boxes of cocktail glasses off- three Carm!” A very loud blonde storms in, dropping her large purse in a slump at my feet and kicking it under the desk like I wasn’t even there.

“Sorry,” she gives me a sympathetic smile “just restaurant shit.” She looks back at him “who did the order?” He asks. “Syd!! I told you, Carmen, you are putting too much on her plate right now! Stop being such a jagoff” she pushes his arm gently “and fucking divide the work!! Fuckin- fuckin’ teach Manny how to order!! I don’t know!” She said exasperated and frustrated.

“Sugar I’ll call them, I’ll fix it, I fucked up.” He admitted with a sigh and rubs his face. “Yes. You did. And you better fix it. Or else how in the fuck are we gonna do your stupid little house cocktail on family night in three days?!” She asked, holding up 3 fingers and waving them in front of his face as he shook his head.

“I don’t know. I don’t know.” He muttered and ran his fingers through his curls. “Sorry should I-“ I grabbed my purse from the back of the chair and motioned to the door “ahh fuck. Ye’ I’m so sorry I-“ he blinks hard, thinking.

“What time do you get off?” He asks “5:15 usually” I said and got up, my plate of food mostly gone. “Shit…uhh..” he rubs his chin in contemplation. “Can you swing by at like- 10? If not, it's totally fine, we- we can have a drink? If you want..” he offered. I nod, a soft smile gracing my features. “Sure thing, I’m a night owl anyway. See you at ten, Chef, thanks again for lunch, it was great”. But before I leave the office, I lean in and whisper in his ear.

“Be a good, handsome little boy while I’m gone. No more yelling over dropped trays, mm?” I rub my hand over his bicep giving a gentle squeeze and my eyes flicker to his lips, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows thickly, bright red flushing his cheeks. “S-see you at ten” he stuttered in reply. I shut the door behind me, giggling quietly to myself as I hear who I now knew as ‘Sugar’ saying “Where’d you meet that pretty thing?”

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the1975attheirverybest · 5 months ago

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Real Life – Chapter 2: The First Date

I AM VERY VERY RUSTY AND THIS IS MESS BUT WE GOTTA START SOMEWHERE.

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more tidbits under the tag #real life fic or #matty x claire

Matty’s bloodshot eyes caught his own reflection in the glass display of the store in front of him. He turned around to face away from it, recoiling from the truth of his appearance. The silence in the air was deafening. It pained him to walk around his old haunts and see “for sale” signs where booming businesses once existed. Luckily, the pounding headache brought on by his hangover prevented him from dwelling too long on the grim reality. He flinched when he felt a drop of water against his neck, slapping it, annoyed. Moments later, he felt another drop, this time straight to his head.

“Fucks sakes.” He glanced up, realizing that rainfall was imminent. The news of rain wasn’t as bad as its consequence: he now had to face the choice that he’d been putting off all afternoon. He needed to decide whether to go home, or to find a place to kill a few more hours in; a cafe perhaps, or someplace to at least buy an umbrella.

Groaning, he lifted the collar of his jacket to shelter under it and rushed into the first open business that he could spot out of the corner of his eye.

“Good afternoon, hello!” A young person, with bright blue hair and a nose piercing greeted Matty from behind the register. Their name tag read “Shay.” He was at a bookstore.

Matty nodded, awkwardly, giving Shay an obligatory wave as he stumbled his way in.

“Can I help you find anything?” Shay asked.

“Erm….this is quite….is it offensive to come into a bookstore and ask for non-book related items?” He shrugged "feels sort of...offensive."

“Pardon?”

“Looking for an umbrella.” Matty cleared his throat. “If….that’s alright.”

“Oh! Not a problem. Our merchandise is right over there.”

Shay had pointed him in the right direction, but Matty had already gotten distracted by a clever book title and wandered off.

“No, sir! To your left." there was no use in calling after him, he’d already trailed off, gravitating towards a sign by the stairs, and, eventually, descending the stairs into the special events area.

Shay dreaded having to let him walk right into an author's reading.

***

A woman stood behind a lectern, looking down at the book in front of her, reading aloud.

The next time he sees her is the last time. She’s standing across the room with a bunch of important men in suits, a lipstick-stained cigarette between her fingers. He can't help but notice how the men hang on her every word. He thinks about going up to her but chooses not to. Maybe if he'd chosen differently that night, his final memory of her could've been different. Maybe he would've remembered a different woman than the one who had flashed into his mind upon reading of her death, but for better or for worse, he blinks, and she's gone.

"Thank you," Claire smiled, graceful, at her captive audience.

Matty recognized her smile as the same one she gave her audience that night at the charity event, right after her speech, moments before she'd disappeared into the ether. Quietly, he found a seat in the back row of the packed room and shuffled into it.

"That was...wow." the host, a critic of some sort, whose name Matty had clocked on the sign upstairs but had already forgotten, motioned, breathlessly, for Claire to come back to her seat. "Thank you for sharing that with us....So, I'm glad you chose to read the ending because it has sparked quite the conversation among readers." The host glanced at her notes, "I wanted to ask you, did you always know you were going to end the book this way?"

****

Matty could see her more clearly now that attendees began to empty their seats and form a line for the signing. I remained in his chair, watching her, wondering if he should go up to her. What would he even say? 'hi, remember me? you invited me to your event and i as rude to you.'

He walked around the edges of the room, scanning the shelves, absorbing the conversations around him, and eying her book. He picked up, leafing through it, and eventually settling into a corner to read.

When he finally looked up from the book again, the crowd had mostly thinned out. It was still raining outside and he was still without an umbrella. across the room, he saw Claire leave the signing table.

“Claire!” Jazmyn squeezed her elbow to get her attention, pulling her towards a woman with a press badge. “This is Raven Burner.” Jazmyn offered a preemptively apologetic smile. "Raven, this is Claire."

“Hi! I’m with People Magazine. I was wondering if you had time for just a few quick questions? Big fan of your-“

“People Magazine?!” Claire’s voice revealed a little too much of her feelings towards the publication. She hadn’t intended to be so rude, but she knew that they were after more than just her writing process, or details about her next project. Her eyes darted around the room in avoidance, looking for an escape plan. Among the sea of faces, stacks of books, her eyes locked on someone else’s. Big, brown eyes, that pierced through her.

Matty stepped forward. “Erm, Claire? S-sorry to interrupt but…our reservations.”

“Reservations?” she echoed him faintly.

Jazmyn eyed them, suspiciously.

“Yes!” Matty insisted. “For our date. That we’re going on. right now.” He made a show of checking the time. “We really should get going. If we don’t want to be late. I know how much you love their dessert.”

“Oh.” Claire sighed, “oh! Right! Yes, of- of course. Our- date.”

He offered her his arm and she accepted. “Excuse us. Thanks.”

***

"Thank you." Claire unhooked her arm from his once they were outside. "You didn't have to do that."

Matty smiled, "felt like I owed it to you." he unwrapped his brand new umbrella. "I'm-"

"Matt Healy, I know."

His brows scrunched.

"Or, as I like to call you, Robin Hood."

Matty rolled his eyes. "You remember me then?"

"Rich guy who hates rich people. I tend to remember people who talk shit about me at my own events." she giggled

"It's Matty, by the way, if we're being accurate." He opened the umbrella. "And, I'm sorry about the Robin Hood thing. I...had no idea who you were, and....I tried to find you after the- umm...anyway, I'm sorry."

"Relax, you look like you're gonna sweat through your coat. I'm just messing. It's all good. I have buckets of money what do I care, right?" The blank expression on his face made her laugh harder. "oh, unclench your ass, it's just a joke."

She inched closer to shelter under his umbrella as they stood on the sidewalk. He lit a cigarette and she asked to bum one off him. She was a firm believer that cigs tasted better in the rain somehow.

“It’s quite good.” Matty said as he squashed the end of his cigarette on the concrete. “Your book, I mean. I’m only a few pages in, but I like it so far.

“You sound surprised.”

“Not surprised….just….”

She made him nervous and he hated it.

She crossed her arms over her chest, the cold beginning to get to her. "Anyway, thanks for the cig. Oh, and, thanks for umm...." she nodded in the direction of the bookstore. "these vultures, they won't stop prying about my...." she seemed to get lost in her thoughts as she watched the journalists, inside, surround her publicist. She snapped out of it, turning her attention back to Matty. "Anyway, nice to see you again, Matty."

"Erm...no, wait!" he blurted out as she turned to walk away. "Our date! we have reservations"

she furrowed. "They're not real. I thought...."

"They can be. I know a place not too far from here. You like Italian?"

#matty healy fanfic #matty healy x oc #matty healy fanfiction #real life fic #matty x claire

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A Slimy Perversion, Chapter 2: Harriet's Possession

Harriet Bree was out and about, and unfortunately, she managed to catch the attention of a certain slime...

Harriet Bree was steaming. She hated her job at times, working for the Schnee Family. Okay, the mother and two daughters weren’t too bad, but the father and son...the less said, the better, to be honest.

That didn’t mean it was all sunshine and rainbows, though, since Weiss, the middle child of the Schnee family, had asked her to go and pick up something that she had neglected to earlier in the day, and it was too late for her to be out.

Leaving Harriet walking in a rage. Sure, she wasn’t at any risk of being attacked with her training, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to be going around and fucking about in this part of town at this time of night!

“I don’t know why the hell do I have to come out to this part of town, at this hour, simply because little miss full of herself can’t be bothered to do it herself or, I don’t know, ask someone to go earlier in the day!?” she growled out in a rage as she headed for the small little bookshop that the girl had ordered some risque novels from.

She wasn’t shaming the girl, she had a vibrator and several web pages secretly bookmarked on her scroll for her own enjoyment, but Harriet did not appreciate being made to come out near nine at night to go and pick up porn novels for a repressed white haired heiress!

As she stalked down the street, she was so angry that she failed to notice the figure peeking out of the alleyway next to her, looking at her, their form radiating interest.

Neo followed her new prey, seeing how stuck up and no nonsense the woman seemed to be, making her perfect for her next meal~

Creeping along behind her, she found her target walking into a bookstore, making her pause, knowing that her newest vessel would be coming out soon enough. She knew that the stores would be closing soon enough. So she settled into wait.

It wasn’t long before the mocha skinned woman came out, still scowling as she held a wrapped package underneath her arm as she walked down the street, leaving her to follow slowly and carefully behind her.

After some time, she watched as her prey stop at a health food store and pull buy one of those disgustingly healthy shakes that athletes and health nuts drank, bringing it out and sitting down, cracking it open and taking a deep drink.

Neo smirked. Perfect. Now she just needed her distracted for a few moments…

Brrrrriiiinnnnggg!

As though the very world itself was on her side, the woman’s scroll rang, making her set her drink down with an agitated look as she pulled it out, her face pinching in anger as she opened it.

“Hello?” she asked, her voice tense, meaning that it was Neo’s time to shine. She crept forwards, hearing faint chatter through the scroll, hearing the woman growl as she collapsed her form and slipped closer, moving up and slipping up and into her half empty drink, compressing herself as she absorbed the liquid and allowed herself to meld with it, going completely invisible to the naked eye.

Harriet sighed angrily, rubbing her nose and pinching it between her fingers. “Yes, princess, I picked up your raunchy books on time. I’m on my way back now.” she half listened to the sputtered excuses, before she sighed. “Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be back and you can read these and rub yourself silly as you go to sleep. Be back soon.” huffing, Harriet closed her scroll, knowing that she’d likely get ‘threatened’ when she saw the heiress next, though she knew that it wouldn’t be serious.

Sighing, she knew that she better hurry, so she grabbed her protein shake and knocked it back, throat bobbing as she swallowed the thick mixture, a small part of her thinking that it seemed thicker than normal, but passed it off as stress.

Standing, she tossed the empty container into the trash next to her and grabbed the package of books before she started making her way back to the Schnee family manor, completely unaware of what now rested in her belly...what was slowly working it’s way through her stomach lining and into the rest of her body.

After getting a cute ‘threat’ from a flustered and highly embarrassed Weiss, one that Harriet was highly amused by, the mocha skinned woman made her way back to her room and started changing for an early night. She was feeling rather hot for some reason, and forwent her pajamas, standing in her room in only her cotton panties, showing off her lithe, slim body to the nonexistent eyes in her room.

Falling back onto her bed, Harriet smirked a bit as her tits jiggled lightly, wondering why she felt so warm.

She debated getting under her blanket, but the mere thought of being underneath it made her cringe as she lay back, closing her eyes and doing her best to fall asleep. Everyone knew better than to come into her bedroom unannounced, so it wasn’t like she was going to give anyone a show.

Harriet Bree’s nearly nude body tossed and turned on her bed, her brow furrowed as she sweat profusely, her body shining with sweat under the dim light of the moon.

As the clock struck midnight, Harriet’s eyes opened, her eyes having changed, one of the a lighter shade of pink than normal, the other a chocolate brown, her lips pulling up in a wicked smirk as she hopped up off the bed, amused at the lack of jiggle her body had.

Strutting over to the mirror that was placed by the closet, Neo looked over her newest vessel with a critical eye, frowning at how small her tits were, how flat and muscled her ass was. And the less said about her style of undergarments, the better! Gray cotton? Outrageous!

But her looks could easily be rectified with a little help from her. Focusing, she started using her powers, breaking muscle fibers back down into fat and starting to move it around to help the body become something that people would lose their cool over!

Slowly, her vessel’s ass went from firm and toned to soft, plump, and jiggly, the panties that had been modestly cupped to it now visibly straining to hold the new bulk contained within, even being somewhat visible from the front.

Pushing her vessel’s chest out, possessed lips pulled into a smirk as her breasts began to swell, the small mounds ballooning outwards, getting fatter and more plump, growing several cup sizes in mere minutes, the mass filling them taken from her previously toned abdominal muscles and the excess fat attached to her sides, giving her body a noticeable hourglass figure.

A final touch was her lips plumping out, becoming much more prominent, kissable...cock sucking worthy.

Taking a new look over her vessel’s body, Neo smirked as she groped the woman’s brand new fat tits, smiling as she shuddered at the sensitivity, before glancing further down between her legs.

Seeing the unflattering panties stretched tightly against her mound, her face scrunched up in distaste as she reached down and ripped them clean off her body, tossing the offending garment away, giving her plump bare pussy an appraising look before turning around and sticking her new ass towards the mirror, giving it a wiggle and a shake, before popping her hips, smirking as the fat cheeks clapped against one another with the sound of a gunshot in the small bedroom.

Standing, she nodded to herself; her new vessel was to her satisfaction. But now? Her lips twisted into a devious smirk. Now it was time for her vessel to make a name for herself~

Opening her closet, she was annoyed that the woman had very little in what amounted to ‘sexy’ wear. Multiple versions of the outfit she had been wearing when she had gotten into her were hanging up in the closet, leaving her scowling as she looked at the row of identical clothes.

Opening her dresser, she was similarly disgusted at the lack of sexy underwear. Sports bras and cotton granny panties? She huffed, shutting the drawers in disgust.

She’d have to modify...her eyebrows shot upwards as she saw an outfit that was outright casual in the back. A tank top, suspenders, and miniskirt. It looked perfectly adequate and covering...if her vessel had it’s old proportions.

With a wicked smirk, she snagged it and began to dress. No underwear of course, if she had wanted underwear, she should have been like her last vessel and kept some sexy and slutty underwear in stock! But since all she had was annoying and boring ‘modest’ ones, she was going to give a lot of lucky people a wonderful show!

Taking a look at herself again in the mirror, Neo grinned. The entire underside of her vessel’s new tits were out, as well as the underside of her areola, the darker shade of brown teasingly visible, along with the whole of her trim belly and perfect hourglass figure.

The miniskirt was barely hanging on to her wide hips, a bountiful shelf of ass visible, the skirt itself barely covering half her ass cheeks, and anyone barely glancing down would see the entirety of her pussy visible to their eyes.

Striking a sexy pose, Neo blew a kiss to the mirror and turned around and walked towards the door, swinging her hips, opening it and stepping out, ready to make sure that Harriet Bree would be very well known by morning!

#Gift #Harriet Bree #Neopolitan #Ingested #Possession #Slime Monster Girl #Body Modification

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