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Chapter 13

There was an envelope taped to the apartment door. It was bright purple and square, the sort of envelope that came with store-bought birthday cards. In a nearly illegible cursive scrawl, the back of the envelope read: Sammy.

Jeremy pulled the envelope down and shoved it in the cardboard box under his arm as he unlocked the door. Something about it made him feel queasy with dread, and he wasn't eager to find out why.

“Did you eat?”

“Sorta,” Nadia answered.

The kitchen seemed unchanged, except for an open energy drink and the bottle of Nadia’s antidepressants on the counter. From the evidence gathered, Jeremy concluded that was what ‘sorta’ meant in terms of breakfast. He put the keys back on their assigned coat hook and put the box down on the table. While Nadia unlaced her boots, he cleared off the counter to make some actual food. The energy drink was only half-empty. He frowned and looked back at his best friend. She sat with her elbows folded across her knees, staring at her boots. Her shoulders rose with a wet-sounding sigh. A pang of guilt bloomed in his throat.

“I’m sorry I made you come here,” She murmured, “It was such a stupid idea. We could’ve gone to Boston, n’ none of this would’ve…”

“Nadia, c’mon… The- the cost of living in Boston is like, crazy right now.” Jeremy joked half-heartedly as he took inventory of the cupboards.

“Crazier than unsolved child murder?”

She had him there. The whole idea had been woefully nostalgia-blind to the reasons why his mom up and left in the first place, and it was inevitably lunging to bite them. If there was anything to blame, it was his shortsightedness.

Jeremy spoke slowly, taking care not to stumble over the words, “... Not your fault.”

“Ugh, I’m sorry. Just- everytime you leave my line of sight, I keep expecting to find you dead on the ground, somewhere. Like, I've got hundreds of contingencies for practically any scenario, but this? This has me blindsided, Jeremy. Badly! What use is bugging your cell phone with a GPS tracker if you forget it at home?” Nadia lamented, letting her hands fall from her face and lay, open palmed and limp in her lap.

The fact that Nadia had taken the effort to trace his cell felt oddly touching, though it was the same behaviour that had her high school sweethearts calling the police. Things were different then, of course. They'd both come a long way from the people they were in junior year.

Jeremy put two pieces of bread in the toaster, then fished a can of blackberry jam down from the cupboard. Homemade and of limited supply, his mom’s blackberry jam was typically reserved for special occasions. Hopefully, the allure of such a hot commodity would get her eating.

Nadia spoke again, “... If we’re gonna make it out of here, I need you to talk to me. Communication, right? I wanna be in sync.”

Jeremy pressed his lips together as he retrieved a plate and butter knife. He didn’t keep secrets from her on purpose, but figuring out what to say and how to say it was an uphill battle. An anxious buzz flushed through him in anticipation.

“Please, Jere, tell me anything. I know you keep a lot tangled up in your head, so just pick the first thing you think of and we can go from there.”

Obediently, Jeremy took a breath and began to ramble, “My- my, um-... Meds! You know how, uh… M-Mike said his dad was going under an alias? Dr. Miller? I didn't realize it at the time, but- but he gave me these pills when I was at the clinic, and I-I don't know what to do, ‘cause…”

He winced at the triumphant return of his nervous stutter. Somewhere, the memory of a man who smelled like whiskey and cigs called: use your words, fuckhead! You're a big kid, now, you oughta start acting like it.

“Where did you go before to get your prescription filled? Walgreens?” Nadia asked.

“CVS,” he offered weakly.

“Xanax, right? One or two milligrams?”

“Two.”

Nadia rifled through the loose mail on the table and unburied the phonebook. She dragged it closer and hefted it open, scanning the pages as she went. Jeremy pushed down the unwelcome memory of his mom’s ex-boyfriend. He had to focus.

“I dunno if I can afford them, Nads. I'm not on my- on mom’s plan anymore, and... I haven’t gotten through all the, um… Papers. Insurance papers.”

“I'm gonna phone and ask,” Nadia picked up the phonebook and took it over to the landline.

Jeremy looked on with a faint feeling of dismay. She made everything seem so easy. The toast was done, at least. He turned his attention back to spreading jam on both slices as Nadia waited on hold.

“... Yeah, how much would that be without insurance? … Huh, okay.” Nadia pressed the receiver to her chest and looked at Jeremy before continuing, “You guys take credit? … Epic. Thanks, you too… Bye.”

After a beat of silence, Jeremy extended the plate of jam on toast to Nadia as he ate his own piece. She accepted it without protest and started eating too.

“I'll bring you down to grab your meds in a couple hours. They should be ready by then.”

“Really? How much is it gonna be?”

“Relax, booger. Mom’s got it,” Nadia pulled a credit card out of her wallet with a mischievous grin.

“Is that…?”

“Her card? Uh-huh. I swiped it before we left. I don't think she even realizes it's gone.”

Despite himself, Jeremy laughed. Unlike him and his mom, Nadia had always maintained a strained relationship with her parents—after witnessing family dinner last Easter, he couldn't blame her for that—but she always seemed to have another bold stunt to tick them off hiding up her sleeve. She never worried about the consequences, and after a while, he stopped trying to make her.

Now that Nadia had eaten something, and Jeremy was feeling less stressed, it was time he started on his to-do list. Number one: exorcising the hollowed out Freddy head of its terrible smell. Despite the palpable dread, he resolved to ignore the envelope laying beneath it for as long as he could.

Before Jeremy left, he peeled off his work uniform and replaced it with a dark green sweatshirt and jeans. He'd definitely need to do a load of actual clothes before his shift, too.

If nothing else was going right, at least the washing machine in the shared laundry room was empty by the time Jeremy found his way over. He let out a relieved sigh.

The laundry room was dingy, with short, rust-coloured carpet and sporting a bleacher-like bench at the far wall. There was a window with white slatted blinds, which were drawn halfway up the sill, clearly stopped in their tracks by the huge knot of tangled cord caught at the top. Another cloudy day, outside. He plopped the mesh laundry bag with Freddy Fazbear's severed head into the washer, poured in a generous amount of clorox (way too generous, he thought, with immediate regret) and closed the lid, then leaned in to inspect the various dial settings. Right now, the washer was set to “colors” though there were options for whites, knits and perm press. His mom said mixed colors had to be washed cold so they wouldn’t bleed dye. From there, he concluded that “whites” would probably refer to a hot cycle. Neither seemed quite right, but he wasn’t about to go out on a limb and figure out what perm press meant.

Jeremy felt his face heat with embarrassment the longer he stared at the dials. For the difficulty he was having with what was supposedly a simple everyday task, he could only pray there were no witnesses. In any case, there was no backing out now that the inside of the washer was covered in bleach. The type of water cycle was irrelevant, he decided, because it wasn’t really an article of clothing.

There was a coin tray at the right side of the machine, which had several quarter slots. Is that how much a wash cycle was? In this economy? He started counting the slots. Two dollars didn't seem right. He screwed the cap back on the bleach bottle with a sigh. His eyes fell to the bottle. A pearl of bleach slowly slid down from the cap.

Never too late…

Halfway through forming the thought, Jeremy remembered suicide jokes weren't funny, anymore.

Somebody shuffled into the laundry room. With a thud and a long, drawn out squeal, the drier door next to the washer was pulled open. He saw a hockey jersey tumble to the floor from the corner of his eye.

“Feef-dy cents. You have change?” asked the man, in a thick French accent.

Jeremy glanced at the hockey player, trying to discern if he was being asked for change, or offered it. He was a large guy, pale with shaggy dark blond hair. His eyes were trained on Jeremy a bit too intensely for his own comfort. Before he could arrive at a conclusion, the man reached over and slotted two quarters into the machine, then pushed the tray in with a clink. He could hear water flooding into the drum as the washing machine grumbled into action.

“You look, eeuh, very deer on the road.”

“That’s, um- well, I-... I am. Feeling very deer on the road. Like, all the time,” Jeremy confessed.

The hockey player laughed and patted his shoulder, “I would swerve for you, ma biche.”

Just as quickly as he appeared, the hockey player gathered up his laundry in a woven hamper and left. Jeremy blinked and stared at the wall with a puzzled expression. That was weird.

The washing machine had started making loud, rhythmic thumps as the mascot head clanged around inside. He felt the buzz of the washer against his palms, vibrating into his bones as the drum lurched and squealed. Grimacing, he grabbed the bleach bottle off the washer, then retreated to the bench.

Yawning, Jeremy planted the bleach by his feet and folded his arms. His head sagged as he slouched lower. Somewhere beneath the tremor in his hands, exhaustion pulled at him like a solid bassline. If he could, he would cut the cymbals, the strings and the ivory, until nothing but the bassline and muted kick drum pulse remained. Like the thrum of a party from across the street—that's where parties belonged. He scoffed gently at the thought.

As if I’d be invited.

Back at the apartment, Jeremy found Nadia staring down at a piece of cardstock. He set the bag of freshly laundered Fazbear down on a chair and walked over to investigate.

“You're invited,” she read, flatly.

Jeremy squinted suspiciously. The purple envelope was torn open on the table.

The card in Nadia’s hand was light blue with wavy borders, covered in blocky, mismatched magazine letters. Two words, one exclamation point:

YOURE INVITED!

Jeremy took the card from Nadia’s hand and flipped it around. The back of the card bore four stickers of children with their faces scribbled out, beside the dashed outline of another child. A party, incomplete. One kid who went home early and unknowingly evaded his fate. After a long moment of consideration, he came to a conclusion: William Afton was toying with them.

“Can I say something?” Jeremy asked, quietly.

“Yeah?”

“It's a bit trite. I know I'm being threatened, but it's just giving me, like, man car door hook hand, y’know?”

Nadia let out a slow breath from her nose, like steam from a valve, as her lips curled into a smile. She began to cackle hysterically.

“But we should take this seriously, Afton knows where we live. He's gonna- fuckin’ uh, scrapbook us to death, Nadia! Jeez,” Jeremy added, desperately trying to maintain a straight face.

He earned another shriek of laughter, then a punch to the shoulder as she caught her breath.

For a second, things seemed to come into perspective for Jeremy. William Afton was, last he checked, a physically unimpressive middle aged man, whose only supposed accomplishment thus far involved taking the lives of several young children in a place they should've been safe. He hardly got away with it. In fact, if new evidence turned up, there was a sizable chance those murder convictions would stick, and families everywhere could rest a bit easier knowing Afton wasn't going to pop out of a birthday cake to kill their child.

Slowly but surely, Jeremy got the rest of his errands crossed off. Nadia called in sick to work so she could do some digging online and keep an eye out for anything weird around the house, which meant there was only one thing left to do.

Jeremy crawled gratefully into the top bunk as Nadia tapped away on her laptop below. With a yawn, he nestled against the wall with their oversized Snorlax plush as an additional buffer between him and the terrifying world.

Freddy's was quiet that night. For once, Jeremy managed to get to the office before Mike. He watched as a strand of shiny star decorations hanging from the ceiling spun and fluttered in the ventilation flow. The building has its usual electrical hum. From a cursory check of the cameras, all of the animatronics looked to be in place. Satisfied, he continued through the office, into the staff room.

He noticed Mike's locker had a heart shaped sticky note with some sort of memo from Eugene. Admittedly, it was sort of adorable. Beside Mike’s locker was the locker of nightguards past, present and future. Presently, it was his, though someone before him had wedged a penny in the back corner with a sharpie speech bubble that read ‘GOOD LUCK’. Another dead guard had left him a half-empty carton of cigarettes on the top shelf. Nice. He shoved his backpack into the locker and unzipped it. It was time to start preparing for the shift ahead in earnest.

His hands met with an expanse of age-brittled faux fur. In hindsight, dumping bleach all over the old Freddy head and letting it slam around in a washing machine wasn't his brightest idea. While structurally unscathed, some of the pigment on the nose had flaked off, and the fur was now various splotchy shades of blond. Mike would kill him for that, he was sure.

“Would you mind, uh- just a quick word?”

Jeremy flinched, stuffing the bear head pack in his bag. Sean, the general manager, peeked out at him from one of the offices connected to the staff room with a nervous smile.

“Sorry, I-I didn't think anyone was still here,” he stammered, checking his watch.

It was 11:32 pm.

“Yeah, I uh, I wanted to catch you before you started your shift. Wasn't sure if you were checking the voicemails.”

Jeremy shook his head guiltily and closed his locker, “I havent for the past few days, Mike didn't want the distraction. What's up?”

“You know, just… Touching base. Why don't you sit down?”

Sean ushered him into the office, then sat down behind his desk. Warily, Jeremy pulled up a seat across from the man. A pit of total dread in his stomach had already formed.

“So, I know it's your first week. Um, how are you feeling, Jeremy?”

“I'm fine.”

“Good! Good. Anyway, as I understand, there was some sort of uh, incident, the other night—it looks like you maybe got in a bit of a spat with Mike… Would you tell me what exactly happened?” Sean pulled up security footage from the main hall on his monitor and skipped through until a figure was visible in the footage. Jeremy's heart pounded as he watched himself sprint down the hall, look back, and then continue around the corner. This was it. He was so incredibly fired.

He watched Mike pursue him in the grainy footage. His brow furrowed as he tried to formulate an acceptable answer.

“It was nothing- just like, um, a misunderstanding. I'm sorry. I-I didn’t mean- I… I didn't want any trouble.”

The other guard had paused at the end of the hall, then suddenly a dark blur took him to the ground. The footage jittered, cutting to static for a moment before returning. Mike was struggling with the puppet, then the static across the monitor distorted and lagged again. For a split second he swore he saw a face emerge from the grain before the footage resumed with Mike being dragged off-screen.

Sean was trembling slightly as he moved to pause the recording, “I just wanted to remind you, uh, that leaving the office for any reason during the night shift is not recommended, and that Fazbear Entertainment is not liable for any harm, injury or eh, c-cessation of life that may come to your person should you fail to carry out your duties as an employee in accordance to our company safety policies.”

“Sorry. It won't happen again.”

“A lot of work has been put into rebuilding our public image. A- a lot of blood, sweat and tears, you know?” Sean cleared his throat, “It would just be a shame, uh, to have you put out of the way, you know? It's a lot of- a lot of extra work, really. Now, whatever you think might be going on here, I-I want you to know that it's best left forgotten. Nothing good comes from chasing after rumors. Believe me.”

“Got it,” Jeremy replied, mentally reeling.

Put out of the way? That was definitely a threat. He remembered what his cousin said about the last guard's car being pulled out of the lake and wondered how many others on the night shift had ‘vanished’ in a similar manner.

“Great! So uh, yeah! Just keep up the good work, and I'll look forward to hearing from you tomorrow. Thanks for your time, and uh, have a good shift.” Sean flashed him a pained smile and shut down his computer.

Jeremy checked his watch again as Sean left. 11:40 pm. He heard a car growl from the parking lot, followed by silence.

Would anybody even be surprised if he turned up dead? Jeremy took a deep, shaky breath. The way his family hovered around, it seemed they expected him to have blown his brains out already. He opened his locker again to get the empty mascot head from his bag, pausing as he caught sight of the etch-a-sketch tucked at the bottom. It was a bittersweet relic from the distant days of childhood sleepovers, Scooby Doo marathons and ghost-hunting in the backyard with his best friend. Nadia must have put it in his backpack before he left. In fact, it looked like it still had something visible drawn on the screen…

Thin, dark lines webbed across the screen, first in stiff scribbles—up, right, down, left, up, up—then wobbly attempts at a diagonal line. From the scribbles, the line continued out for a while before writing out ‘its me’ in small letters.

His fingers curled tighter around the lip of the empty mascot head dangling in his other hand. It felt heavy. In the corner of the locker, the lucky penny was starting to feel like a cruel taunt.

“You're here early,” Mike commented as he shuffled in.

The other guard stopped to read the sticky note on his locker before snorting quietly and sticking it on the inside of the locker door with an array of similar notes.

Jeremy continued to stare, expressionless at the penny.

He sniffled.

Suddenly, Mike shut his locker.

“Are you crying?”

Jeremy shrugged, wanting desperately to disappear. Crying at work was humiliating enough, but Mike was truly the last person on earth he would’ve wanted to bear witness to it.

“What happened?”

“Sean was here,” he murmured, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, “I guess he just wanted to remind me that if I mess this up, they'll never find my body.”

Mike put a firm hand on Jeremy’s shoulder and leaned in, reassuring, “I'm not letting that happen, okay? I promise. Don't listen to Sean, he's full of shit. Also, he's cheating on his wife with the frycook, so if he tries anything, I'll be damn sure his marriage is fucking over. Understand?”

Jeremy nodded, feeling like a lost little kid in a grocery store.

“Good. We're gonna go to the office now, so make sure you've got everything you need.”

As Mike turned to leave, Jeremy reached into his backpack, flipped the etch-a-sketch over and shook it to clear the screen. He placed it back down inside his bag, then hurried after his coworker.

Every quiet creak, clunk and groan from their surroundings put Jeremy a bit more on edge. His head felt clearer now that he was back on his actual pills, but there was only so much anti-anxiety medication could do about the real, unimagined hazards of the situation.

“Besides, I kind of owe it to your old man to keep you and Chucky safe. I don't know if Henry realizes this, but he's been a better father than mine ever has,” Mike said.

There was truly nothing polite Jeremy could think to say in response, so he didn't bother formulating an answer. It was just salt in the wound to hear about what a great man his dad was to someone else. In any case, the one-sided nature of their conversations (for better or for worse) didn't seem to deter Mike from having them.

In his peripherals, Jeremy saw something flicker from behind the desk in the office with the patter of hurried footsteps. The sound brought his eyes to the stack of old monitors in the corner—split-second static rippling across their screens before going dark again.

After a moment, a child peered out from behind the monitors. He had brown hair and no facial features Jeremy could visibly discern, though he most certainly had a face. Squinting, he managed to pick out the kid’s wide, glassy eyes, rimmed with reddened lids. It looked like he'd been crying for a long time.

The kid held a finger up to his lips and darted back behind the monitors. Was he hiding? Jeremy wasn't about to rat if he was.

Mike hummed, “You seem jumpy, tonight… Hey, just don't die and you get to go home and do whatever the fuck you live for—canoodling your girlfriend?”

Jeremy cringed.

“Damn, okay. Did you wanna share something with the class, bud? We’re all friends of Dorothy, here.”

“It's not- Nadia and I aren't… Like that… I'm just her boyfriend on holidays ‘cause her mom likes me.”

“Okay, nix the canoodling… What do you want?” Mike asked, skeptically.

“Uh, to- to find the bodies of the missing children and have the case reopened with new evidence? So that someday I-I get to see William Afton rot in… in some far flung corner of hell where he can never, ever touch me again. On that day—and no sooner—I’ll be able to breathe again. Keep up, dude.”

Immediately, he regretted his words. It seemed like everything that came out of his mouth was simultaneously too defensive and overly revealing. Mike went quiet.

The two resumed preparing for the oncoming shift in harrowing silence. Mike had taken a small battery tester out of the drawer and began checking the batteries in the flashlight, one by one. He heard one of the AAs plink into the garbage can. Mike opened a drawer again and slotted a fresh battery into the flashlight with the remaining three. In the meantime, Jeremy cycled through the security cameras again before leaving it on the feed for the prize corner. Finally, he plopped on the Freddy mask. It was heavy and sort of limited his field of vision, but now that it was clean, the sensation felt oddly comforting.

He heard Mike grumble under his breath. The other guard was rubbing his eyes in disbelief. Ruefully, Jeremy decided it was time to address his crimes against Fazbear Entertainment.

“Sorry I acid washed Freddy Fazbear. Huffing dead people's BO whenever I put it on was just super gross,” he mumbled.

“No, it's fine… You just scared me, that's all.”

The digital clock on the desk let out a little chime to signal the start of the shift. Jeremy glanced towards the monitor pile he'd seen the little boy behind. A familiar, haggard-looking yellow Freddy plush had been placed atop one of the screens, as though standing guard for the child. Since Mike hadn't acknowledged any presence but their own in the office, so far, he could only assume the man was unaware of the apparition of his baby brother following him around.

Several minutes dragged by in silence, only broken by Balloon Boy calling ‘hello?’ from the vent. The small animatronic toddled into the office, swivelling his head from side to side before crawling back down into the vent.

Mike lifted his mask away from his face, whispering, “When they're really active like this, don't bother with the cameras. Worry about the music box and keep your eyes on what's around you. Chances are they'll find you first.”

Not long after, the clatter of bare metal against tile rang from the end of the hall.

Foxy froze as Mike caught him in the beam of the flashlight then disappointedly sauntered away. It was almost funny how Fritz had maintained such a palpable loathing for having to follow the rules of a game, Jeremy mused. Despite the circumstances, it was hard to be truly frightened of the spirits haunting the old animatronics. They were just kids, and kids he knew well. They liked overly complex games of pretend, ice cream, and hitting each other with the little sticky hand toys from the prize ball machine.

“... They could've killed us yesterday, if they wanted.”

“And I'm not gonna chance it again. Not until we figure out why,” Mike hissed.

The more Jeremy thought about it—the animatronics were hostile from precisely 12 am to 6 am and primarily deterred by the timely performing of a specific action—the more it seemed like an elaborate game his childhood friends had crafted to play with the nightwatch. If the guard won, they lived another day and if they lost, they were dragged to parts and service to join the opposite ‘team’. From the sound of it, there had never been more than one guard on the night shift at once. Maybe his presence had merely disrupted the rules.

Mangle had moved into view on the Prize Corner feed. The tangle of endoskeletons propelled itself up into the rafters from the decorative grating around Kid’s Cove with uncanny efficiency. Suddenly, the animatronic jerked in place and static flushed across the screen. The feed cleared for a moment, showing choppy frames of Mangle wriggling an appendage that had become ensnared by a red wire on the rafters, then went dark.

“Mike,” Jeremy whispered, shaking the man’s shoulder, “Prize Corner cam’s down. I think Mangle got caught on some wires and pulled them out.”

“Just now?”

“Yeah.”

Mike checked the hallway, then headed back into the staff room. He leaned expectantly against the door frame then, rolling his eyes, motioned for Jeremy to follow. For a split-second, he could swear he saw Mike’s gaze flicker past him and into the office before fixing his glare stubbornly on the door handle. He locked the door behind them.

“There's a maintenance passage up here that goes through the old safe room. It should get me close enough to repair the connection,” Mike hefted a step ladder to the middle of the room, “In the meantime, I'll need you to wind the music box manually at the prize counter.”

Sure enough, there was a trap door in the ceiling over the spot he’d placed the ladder. Mike climbed up and pulled the door open with a flurry of dust. He still had the flashlight in one hand as he held the door with the other, while precariously bracing himself against the ladder with his knee.

“Hey, three point contact,” Jeremy reminded.

“What?”

“You gotta maintain three points of contact with the ladder at all times. Two hands and one foot, two feet and one hand—it's like, the first thing you learn in workplace safety seminars.”

Mike let out a wheezing laugh, as though basic ladder procedure was the funniest joke he'd ever heard. To Jeremy’s faith in his supervisor’s judgement, it was the most powerful blow yet.

Glancing back to the office, Jeremy considered staying put rather than be subject to whatever Mike was planning. Unfortunately, the thought of being alone was enough to flood him with instant dread. He finally relented and followed Mike up into the maintenance tunnel.

“It probably seems risky leaving the office, but the bots can't access the safe room because of an old programming protocol. As far as their internal pathway scripts are concerned, it's a piece of the building that doesn't even exist.”

“Why isn’t the office there, then?”

“Liability concerns. You'll see.”

Slowly, he shimmied after Mike through the dusty crawl space while the wild, violent desperation of a cornered animal continued mounting within. Jeremy dealt with it the only way he knew how.

“Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live,” he began muttering under his breath, “There are three-eight-seven point four-four million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex…”

For once, he didn't care if someone else heard his self-soothing recitation of the ‘hate’ monologue, in the style of an old radio adaptation of the famous sci-fi short I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream. Maybe he even sort of meant it, this time. The crawl space opened up into a small, dark room. Mike stepped down onto a crate, then jumped to the ground before shining the light where he’d been so Jeremy could follow. He did, albeit far less confident about his footing.

As he joined Mike on the floor, the man swung the flashlight to illuminate two slumped over animatronics in the far corner. Jeremy straightened the Freddy mask, which had shifted askew on his way down, so he could get a clearer view. A bear and a rabbit, both dirty, mottled shades of yellow-green.

“That one was my father’s,” Mike pointed the flashlight between the yellow rabbit and bear in a faux cheerful, educational tone that quickly slid flat, “And that was yours.”

Jeremy shivered as cold sweat beaded on his face. A very loud part of his consciousness screamed not to look away from Springbonnie’s darkened figure in case it lunged to grab him. He forced himself to look at Fredbear, anyway. He could see faint, dark stains around the lower jaw that had refused to come out.

“That was mine,” He echoed.

There was something so horrible about the way they sat, slack-jawed against the wall with pale, wraith-like cobwebs strung between them. It was like they were corpses in their own right.

“No, I mean it was your father's, buddy. The one Henry used.”

He didn't respond; he meant what he said. Management was pretty quick to cover up the incredibly brief rash of complaints concerning foul odors from the animatronics in the wake of his friends’ disappearances. If their remains had been hidden inside the animatronic suits, they were just as quickly moved to a different location, but in the time between there’d been an unexpected heat wave, he recalled. Heat and humidity were factors that significantly accelerated the rate of decay.

Why plan to kill five kids if William only had four places to hide them? The answer was clear: he meant to skewer little Sammy in his own father’s springlock suit. He felt sick the longer he looked at it.

Jeremy pried the train of thought from the forefront of his mind and put it on a metaphorical top shelf, as though confiscating a toy from a misbehaving toddler. He could fidget with his bottomless pit of phobias and regrets at home. There were more immediate problems at hand.

“I have to get to the music box. How?”

Mike gestured to another small door, “That one leads into the game area. I’ll work as fast as I can. The crank’s by the prize box, has a red handle with an extra winding mechanism at the end that's rigged to the office feed, but it can still be wound up independently. Be careful.”

Once the padlock was off the door to the game area, Jeremy began carefully making his way through the room. Mike needed the flashlight to figure out what he was repairing, so there was nothing but the dim moonlight from the windows of the dining area to navigate by. Luckily, the waxed tile helped reflect the meager light a bit further than it would've reached on its own. The game area itself was impossibly dark, however. It had navy blue patterned carpet with neon squiggles, and a heavy velvet curtain half-drawn across the entrance.

Jeremy crept through the maze of arcade cabinets, coin-operated kiddie rides and skee ball machines, taking care not to bump into anything that would give his location away. Though he hadn't seen Foxy come to this part of the pizzeria so far, he did recognize the curtained off space as originally belonging to Pirate's Cove. Without the flashlight, Jeremy knew he couldn't do anything if he did bump into Foxy, even with the animatronic mask disguising him to the others.

He recalled Mike’s promise to keep him safe. An additional shred of hope he didn't know he still had fled entirely.

The coast looked clear, at least. Mangle had wandered back into their cove, as evidenced by the distant static hiss from inside. With a silent apology to his mom, Jeremy scrambled across the floor to the counter of plush toys. He was just in time, as the music box was letting out its last few crawling notes. He reached up to the counter and started winding it up again.

Jeremy heard little click-clacking footsteps approach, then a rustle of fabric. Wide eyed, he looked up to see a thin, dark appendage stretching above him. He followed the limb down to where its spidery fingers held Balloon Boy up by his head. The hand rotated him 180 degrees then put him down with a loving pat on the back. Balloon Boy ran back off to the game area with no protest. The puppet’s arm then snaked back into the box, coming dangerously close to brushing against Jeremy’s back as it did. He tried his hardest to keep his breathing as quiet as possible as he wound the crank.

“You don't have to hold your breath. I know you're there,” a little voice echoed from no direction in particular.

The characteristics of the voice were difficult to determine. It could've belonged to a boy or a girl, and had no specific accent to the words.

“I'm not playing tonight. The others have to, even if it's just pretend…”

“What?” Jeremy whispered.

“It's like… A game that helps you remember. After a while, you start to forget who you were unless you keep reminding yourself, over and over… I don't remember my name, you know, but for some weird reason, I think… I recognize you…”

A hush fell across the prize corner. Suddenly, the space was ablaze with a blinding flash of light from the reactivated security camera. Jeremy blinked, trying to clear the afterimage from his eyes. Mike must've gotten the feed back up. He scanned the room for any other animatronics before creeping back towards the little door in the game area. As he whisked past Balloon Boy, he gave him a small pat on the head. The pint-sized animatronic giggled softly, but didn't move.

As he opened the door, Mike practically pulled him inside in order to lock it behind him. The two were silent as they trekked back through the crawlspace to the staff room. He listened to the muted thump of Mike’s boots against the creaky plywood boards beneath them. Getting away from the old Fredbear and Springbonnie suits was a relief, but Jeremy couldn't help but notice the vice grip Mike had on his wrist as they walked. The man’s hand felt cold and clammy against his skin. Finally, the trap door to the staff room was back in view.

“You can let go, now,” Jeremy commented, shaking his wrist.

After a pause, Mike blinked and released him.

“Sorry. I didn't wanna look back and see you weren't behind me,” he admitted.

Mike climbed down the ladder and held it steady as Jeremy did the same.

Beyond the frosted window of the office door, warm light danced with the laughter of children. A feeling of déjà vu washed over him, then turned sour. There was something wrong. Their voices were sharp and mocking.

“... Little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!” a boy called.

Cruel laughter erupted from the children again.

Jeremy could see Mike’s hand tremble as he lifted his keys to the lock. The key went in with a forceful click.

“On three! One… Two…”

Mike shoved the door open and ran inside. The office was perfectly dim and quiet, save for the clatter of the keys bouncing against the door handle. Jeremy retrieved the keys from the lock and pressed the door to the staff room gently closed. He cautiously joined Mike where he stood, frozen, behind the desk.

Mike clicked on the flashlight.

Jeremy saw his coworker’s little brother, River, dangling from the neck down in the hallway. The child twitched and seized for a second before going chillingly still. Blood seeped down his shirt in dark, wet stains.

Mike clicked the light off, then on again. River’s body remained, swaying from the ceiling. The walls were now covered in identical posters of a crying child. Light off. Light on. Foxy stood at the end of the hallway. Light off. Light on.

Finally, the hall was empty. Mike sucked in a deep, wheezing breath.

“Christ. Sorry about that. Sometimes I get real fuckin’ loopy on the night shift so I… I-I thought I heard…”

“Laughter?” Jeremy finished.

He saw the other guard's face go slack with horror.

#my writing #parmaverse #fnaf fanfic #michael afton #jeremy fitzgerald #uhh this ones kinda long. 6k i believe #cw: child death

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buckybarnesdiaries · 4 years ago

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a piece of cake

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

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mirohlixie · 4 years ago

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Love Talk (Hyunjin)

Hyunjin x Reader (gender-neutral) Genre: Smut, one-night-stand Words: 3.3k

Summary: Y/N accidentally bumps into a stranger in the club. The two of them have a dance-off and leave the club together. The two strangers end up sleeping with each other without even speaking the same language, or knowing each other's names.

Content Warnings: Alcohol, Marking, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Sex.

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!Disclaimer!

I don’t know any Korean, so the Korean that appears in this fic comes from google translate and I cannot vouch for it being free of mistakes. Furthermore this fic works with the idea that Hyunjin doesn’t know any English at all. This only so that the plot fits with the song! I know reality is different, don’t worry!

It was Saturday night and this week was no different than any other week. Y/N and their friends were at the club, the one they usually went to on Saturday nights to get drunk, dance and leave with a stranger. It had become a ritual they went through every single week, and nobody was complaining so why would they leave it behind?

They walked in, wasting no time before getting on the dancefloor and dancing like there was no tomorrow. Most people were shy and only danced a little. Y/N and their group weren’t. They knew no shame and definitely were not scared to show off their moves. People often looked at them, but they didn’t mind at all. The DJ played a nice song and a lot of dancing started to occur.

After a little while Y/N heard some commotion at the entrance of the club, but they were too focused on their surroundings and the music to care enough to check what was going on. If it was of importance, it would become clear soon enough anyway.

“Look at you go,” Y/N’s friend shouted over the music. “You got moves,” Y/N smirked and moved their hips, feeling one with the music. Dancing had always been a talent of theirs and they loved being able to do it in such a casual setting without too many people giving weird looks.

After dancing for a bit, the group stumbled to the bar for a drink. It is truly like a work out. They decide on a round of shots and throw them back before getting a more substantial drink of choice. While drinking, Y/N looks around to see what the commotion earlier was about, but there’s nothing that seems to be different from the usual. They shrug it off and decide to let it go again.

The group drinks a couple more drinks before heading back to the dancefloor again with a drink in hand. The music’s gotten even better so everyone is absolutely enjoying themselves moving to the rhythm. More and more people are starting to gather on the dance floor now and it’s getting quite crowded.

That’s not going to stop Y/N though, cause they didn’t mind a few people around them when dancing. They kept swinging their hips and shaking their ass to the beat as they tried to work their way around all the other people.

Their friend smiled at them as they swung their hips in sync. Y/N did a step back to create more space between them and then saw their friend’s eyes go big, their word forming the word “watch-”, but it was already too late; Y/N had bumped into someone. They turned around and looked right into the eyes of a stranger. He looked slightly annoyed, as he eyed Y/N head to toe. He was taller than them, so his looking down at them seemed even more apparent than it was supposed to be.

“조심해!” He yelled over the music. Y/N squinted their eyes, looking at him in confusion.

“What?” They yelled back, not having understood a word he said just now. The stranger rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak again, repeating “조심해!”

“I don’t speak whatever language that is!” Y/N said. The guy looked Korean, but Y/N didn’t want to make an assumption like that.

“신경 쓰지 마,” the guy said before giving Y/N one last glare and walking back to the little group he was dancing with. They all looked really stylish and important, but Y/N had no idea what they should know them from. The gey they’d bumped into had long blond hair, reaching over his shoulders. His face seemed almost unreal, which annoyed Y/N. How could one person be so flawless? It was unfair.

He seemed to have forgotten about what had just occurred, so Y/N decided to do the same and continued dancing. They were a little more careful than before, scared to bump into someone again. As the evening progressed, more drinks were bought and consumed, and everything started to become a little fuzzy. In a good way, though. The music was more intense and the moves Y/N made even more careless and passionate. More people started to watch, but not in a bad way. They seemed generally impressed. This caught the attention from even more people, and also one person in particular.

When Y/N awoke from their daze a little and looked up, they saw the guy from earlier looking at them again. His eyes had narrowed into a glare as he eyed them up and down. He didn’t want to show it, but he was clearly impressed, if not interested. He approached Y/N as they kept dancing, sending him a challenging look. What did he want anyway? Why was he looking at them so intently?

Y/N’s friends moved aside and made way for the tall guy, which made Y/N look at them in surprise. What the hell was going on here? Then, right before they could fully process what was happening, he started to move to the music as well.

God damn, he was a great dancer. He moved to the music smoothly and moved his hips right on the beat. This wasn’t the first time he was doing it; he must’ve been a professional dancer or something like that. Y/N didn’t shy away, though. He clearly was challenging them to a dance battle, so a dance battle he would get.

The people didn’t exactly form a dance circle around them, but somehow it made Y/N think of those when they saw everyone gathering around to watch. The guy must be some kind of important person, or people wouldn’t be this invested. It was hard to believe this particular dance battle interested them all this much.

“Come on Y/N!” One of their friends cheered and Y/N saw this as a sign to give their all. As the music kept going, the two danced their hearts out. The stranger was really good, but Y/N was absolutely not giving in to that. They were determined now, even if only for the guy’s denigrating gaze. They swung their hips to the beat and made fitting movements with their arms and legs.

They were evenly matched and the crowd around them grew bigger and bigger. They were cheering for both sides, which gave Y/N new strength as the stranger stepped closer and grinded against them, throwing them off a little due to the sudden proximity. They stepped around him and gave him the same treatment, making him move his hands to their hips. They heard him take a sharp intake of breathe and smirked to themself, knowing what they were doing to him.

The music changed once again, the crowd began to dissipate as the dance fight grew less intense. Y/N only vaguely remembered this song, but they were familiar with the beat.

“You got me sayin', you got me sayin'. How you doing? Tell me what's your name, what's your sign,” the singer sung. Y/N swung their hips, slightly grinding into the stranger as he tightened his grip on them, digging his fingers into their skin.

“진정해,” the stranger spoke in their ear, making Y/N giggle softly as at the same time, the lyrics of the song were “Baby we two distant strangers. I know you don't speak my language, but I love the way she's talking to me.” It was all very convenient. Y/N turned around, pressing their chest against the stranger’s as he moved his hands to their waist. They draped their arms over his shoulders and bit their lip when they realized how close their faces were now. “I can hear it callin'. From where you are. Loving the way you wanna talk. Touch me tease me feel me up.”

“당신은 그렇게 나쁘지 않을 수도 있습니다,” the stranger said, making Y/N look at him. They shook their head and chuckled softly before answering.

“I have no idea what that meant, but I think we should kiss,” apparently the stranger could understand the word ‘kiss’, cause it only took him a split second to smash his lips on theirs. They kissed back just as eager, though, wrapping their arms around his neck. They heard whooping from their friends and stuck up their middle finger behind the stranger’s neck.

As the song progressed, the kiss became needier and more lustful. The stranger bit Y/N’s bottom lip softly and tugged on it before pulling back slightly, making them long for more.

“Wow,” Y/N whispered, a universal word the stranger knew too, as he smirked in a cocky way.

“내 집으로 돌아 갈래?” The stranger asked, making Y/N furrow their eyebrows. They really did not understand what he was saying whatsoever. The stranger squinted his eyes in thought before speaking again. “My hotel?” He repeated, in broken English now. Y/N gasped quietly and nodded, letting him take their hand as he led them out of the club. In that moment, they didn’t really care if their friends knew where they were. They’d probably assume where they went anyway.

Luckily, the hotel wasn’t too far away and when the two got to the elevator, they couldn’t manage to keep their hands off each other. When nobody else entered the small cabin, Y/N was pushed against the mirror wall. Eager lips found theirs as they made out in the fancy space. Y/N was ready to lose themselves in that kiss, but soon enough the bell rang, indicating they’d reached the floor they were supposed to be on.

Stranger dragged them out of the elevator, down the hall to his hotel room. He quickly fumbled with the keycard before opening the door and pushing Y/N against it when he’d closed it.

“나는이 일을하는 바보 야,” he muttered before connecting his lips to Y/N’s neck, immediately sucking and nibbling, creating marks that would definitely still be visible tomorrow.

“I don’t understand a fuck from what you’re saying, but it’s kinda hot,” Y/N admitted, tilting their head to the side to give the tall guy more access to their neck. He absolutely attacked it, leaving marks everywhere before moving his lips down their collarbones, stopping at the collar of the top Y/N was wearing. He looked into their eyes, asking for permission with silent words. Y/N nodded and before they could blink, the top was off and the stranger was kissing down their chest, leaving hickeys all over there too.

Many hickeys from both parties later, the stranger had somehow pinned Y/N under him on the bed. Their hands ran up and down his sides as they were entangled in another kiss. The only thing restricting them at this point, was their underwear.

His entire body looked so good under those clothes. He definitely looked trained, so the guess of him being a professional dancer hadn’t been that strange after all. All of this showed signs of years and years of intensive training. Y/N wondered how this would show in his skills in bed. He might’ve been really flexible, after all.

Y/N gently bit the stranger’s bottom lip, causing him to release a moan an be distracted for a split second. Y/N took this opportunity and pinned him under them on the bed. They left kisses down his torso, stopping at the waist band of his underwear before looking up at him.

The stranger, who was watching them as he bit his lip, nodded briefly, giving Y/N the okay. They pulled his boxers down and were immediately greeted by his large member springing up and slapping against his stomach. They gasped audibly, earning a cocky chuckle from him. They rolled their eyes and licked a strip up his shaft, eliciting a suppressed moan from his lips. He leaned his head back on the bed as they wrapped their lips around his tip, sucking playfully as his moans turned into whines and his hips bucked up.

“놀리지 마,” the stranger muttered and Y/N assumed that he didn’t wish to be teased. They giggled around him before letting their head sink down around his length. They slowly started bobbing their head, occasionally swirling their tongue around the long shaft. Stranger was evidently enjoying this, since his content moans were hard to mask. They gently grazed their teeth over his sensitive skin, making him whimper. A quick “fuck” escaped his lips, making Y/N almost jump in surprise since they weren’t used to hearing an English word from the stranger.

He began to twitch in their mouth when they hollowed their cheeks to increase the pressure and they quickly withdrew their head from his member, earning an aggravated groan from him.

“Not yet,” they whispered with a satisfied smirk. This made the stranger regain the confidence he had earlier as he flipped them back over. He moved his head down to remove their underwear with his teeth. This sight was so hot that Y/N got even needier on the spot. They needed him and they needed him now. No more teasing, no more playing.

“Fuck me,” they said boldly, sure that even the most no-English-speaking person should understand those words. Luckily the stranger did, as he moved back up, grabbing a condom from the nightstand and ripping the wrapper before rolling it onto his hard length. He hovered back over Y/N, dipping his head down to catch their lips in a feverish kiss before lining up with their entrance.

“Ready?” He whispered with a thick accent. Y/N nodded, looking up at him while biting their lip. He slowly pushed himself into them, earning moans from the two of them. His large member stretched Y/N out good and hit just the right places. Their tight hole encompassed his length perfectly and he waited for a second to help them adjust before slowly moving in and out.

Y/N dug their nails into the stranger’s back, making him groans. They made a mental note: he definitely enjoyed pain. They weren’t sure why they were even making this mental note, since it obviously was just a one-night stand and they weren’t even sure if they would stay the night after this.

Y/N wrapped their legs around his waist, urging him on to go faster, which he did. He snapped his hips forward in a sharp movement and grazed over their sweet spot. They moaned out, only encouraging him to go faster and harder. It was passionate but also rough at the same time. It was perfect. Exactly what Y/N had expected from this stranger with the amazing body.

He sped up more, clearly chasing after both of their climaxes which were approaching fast. Y/N didn’t know how much longer they would last as they started to clench around his length.

“C-close,” they moaned in his ear. “P-please,” this much he understood, as he somehow moved even faster and harder. He pulled all the way out before slamming back in, making Y/N cry out in pain and pleasure. They wouldn’t last anymore and by his twitching they could tell that he wouldn’t either. They whimpered as they felt their orgasm wash over them, clenching around him strongly, sending him over the edge as well. He groaned in their ear, connecting his lips with theirs as he eased the both of them off their highs. They stayed like this for a little, steadying their breathing as their bodies trembled in pleasure and satisfaction.

“Wow,” Y/N muttered when the stranger eventually rolled off them and laid back next to them. Neither of them spoke for a while as the minutes passed. Y/N was unsure of what to do next. Were they supposed to leave now or? They sat up slightly, ready to get dressed. However, the stranger grabbed their shoulder.

“Stay,” his thick accented voice muttered. He was clearly struggling to find more words, but he didn’t know what else to say. All they knew is that he didn’t want them to leave. Not now, at least. His fingers started to trail over the skin of their arm tenderly. Y/N scooted closer to him and he wrapped his arms around them, holding them close to his chest as they listened to the steady beating of his heart.

They fell asleep like this, forgetting about the world around them. It wasn’t until the next morning that Y/N was woken up by a loud knock on the door and some voices in the hallway. With their head pounding from the hangover, they quickly got dressed and ready to leave. The stranger woke up too, panic immediately taking over his face. He quickly got up and dressed as well before opening the door. Y/N hid behind him, silently cursing him for opening the door while they were still here.

It was the friends he had with him at the club last night and they seemed surprised when their eyes roamed over the two of them.

“Uh, hello,” one of them said, his voice covered with an Australian accent. He had freckles and his eyes were friendly. “We are here to pick him up for an interview,” an interview? So he was some important person, then?

“Oh- Of course,” Y/N said. “I have to go anyways,” stranger’s friends sent him knowing looks and he looked away, blushing a little. Y/N smiled at him and nodded their head before grabbing their purse and leaving the room.

“Well, goodbye,” they said. “I had a good time,” they knew that probably nobody except the guy who’d just spoken English to them would understand, but they reckoned they couldn’t leave without saying it.

Stranger nodded back and stopped Y/N before quickly whispering something they couldn’t understand to his Australian friend.

“Um- He wants to have your number,” the latter said. “He wants to talk to you more, if you’re okay with that,” Y/N was surprised, but nodded before quickly writing down their number on a piece of paper that was handed to them. They smiled, handing the note to their one night stand, before saying a quick goodbye before actually leaving.

“What your name?” They heard him calling after them.

“Y/N,” they said over their shoulder, smiling briefly before taking the elevator down and walking out through the main entrance of the hotel. They realized they’d forgotten to ask him for his name, but alas, it was time to go home. When they got to the pavement, they were crowded by cameras and microphones. They looked up in surprise, blinking against the flashing lights. What was going on here?

“Miss, miss,” one of the people behind the microphones said. “Is it true you came back here with Hyunjin last night?”

“Who?” Y/N asked, for a moment forgetting who or where they were due to all the attention that was placed on them right now.

“Hyunjin, member of Stray Kids? The popular K-pop group?” The person said, looking at Y/N as if they were stupid. Member of the what now?

“Popular K-pop group?” Y/N repeated.

“They’re known worldwide,” the interviewer said, clearly growing impatient.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Y/N shrugged them off before quickly making their way to a cab and giving him the directions to bring them home. So their hook-up was a celebrity? A K-pop idol? Woah, no wonder he’d been such a great dancer. Hyunjin… They definitely had to look him up when they were home. What kind of shit had they gotten themselves into now?

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“The Devil all the time”

Hunter!Tom x Demon!Reader

Supernatural AU

NSFW

Warnings: Smut

"Break the silence, damn the dark

Damn the light..."

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

Forget everything you thought you knew, you had every reason to be afraid of the dark when you were a kid. In this world where monsters are real, the Holland brothers hunt them so normal people can continue to live in the bliss of ignorance.

But when something goes terribly wrong, Tom will do anything to save his brother's life, including selling his soul to the devil. Well... Not exactly the devil, but close enough.

You don't need to watch Supernatural to read this AU

MY MASTERLIST

He knew it was you, even before turning. He knew it as soon as he heard your deceptively delicate footsteps break the supernatural silence that had fallen over the forest the moment he had buried the little metal box in the old crossroad. Tom didn't want to think about what it meant, having such an intimate knowledge of you to be able to recognize you by the cadence of your steps, being so in sync with you that he could tell whenever you were in the vicinity.

So he used his favorite deflection technique whenever it came to you.

"Y/n? What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Sorry, did I say nice girl? I meant evil skank"

The insult didn't phase you. None ever did. It was hard to take them seriously when you knew how many nights he fell asleep with your name on his lips, after pathetically releasing himself into his own hand, or fucking his boring girl-next-door girlfriend, chasing orgasm over unsatisfactory orgasm that would never completely satiate him. Because it wasn't your face the one contorted in pleasure looking up at him from the mattress.

"You called. I came" You batted your lashes, sweetly. "I always come when you call…"

He gulped, the innuendo not lost to his ears. It threw him off guard, like it always did.

"I would have thought this would be… beneath you" Tom cleared his throat, looking away, trying to regain his footing, "collecting a deal, like a vulgar crossroad demon"

There was nothing vulgar about the soul of a Holland. But he didn't need to know that, so you just shrugged,

"Queen Rowena has an interest in you boys. She finds you entertaining. I'm just being a good subdit"

He scoffed,

"Funny. I would have never peg you for a sub"

You took a step closer to him.

"You don't have what it takes to make me submit, Holland" Your hot breath fanned over his skin, setting his skin on fire. Making his blood boil. You had a way of doing that, of bringing out the worst in him. Of making him lose control. And you thoroughly enjoyed it, poking at the bear until the claws came out, laughing at the carnage.

Another step, and you could physically feel it: The hate, radiating from his every pore, his mind screaming with it. He hated you. He hated your kind. He hated your beauty. He hated the pretty white dress you were wearing, so pure and innocent, glowing like a beacon in the dark. A lure, guiding uncountable men before him into perdition.

But above all else, he hated that, even then, he couldn't help but to want you. Fervently. Desperately. Irreversibly.

"I came here to make a deal" He croaked, cursing himself internally for showing weakness.

"Let's negotiate, then," you replied, stepping away, mercifully letting him breath.

"My brother-"

"I know" You interrupted, sounding bored already, "Reapers everywhere are going berserk. Who, oh who, will get to reap the soul of a Holland?"

The wind picked up, making your long dress billow around your legs. You twirled a little, admiring the way it moved. Tom's eyes were glued to you, almost hypnotized. Partly because you were too dangerous to be left unsupervised even for a second, partly because you looked beautiful like that. It had never been more obvious to him that you were an unearthly creature, you didn't belong to this world. There, surrounded by greenery, barefoot, swaying softly under the twilight light, he wondered how could anybody ever mistake you for a human.

"Of course" your apathetic voice took him out of his revery, "being reapers, watching them go wild is rather boring. I swear they are the most uninteresting beings of all creation"

That made him see red.

"Boring? Boring?!" He knew his voice was rising with every word but he just couldn't help it, "They're waiting for my little brother to die!!"

"Which could happen any minute now," You reminded him, all playfulness gone from your demeanor, "so if you wanna strike a deal, I suggest you start making me an offer worth my time"

He was taken aback by that.

"I- My soul in exchange of a wish, and you collect it in ten years" He tried and failed not to think about what that implied: vicious, invisible hounds of hell tearing apart his body and dragging his soul to hell, "Isn't that the usual deal?"

You scoffed,

"After all the things you did in your life, what makes you think your soul doesn't belong in hell already? And if your brother dies, that is one less Holland on earth to worry about. You and your brothers have managed to become a big pain in the ass for us…"

He pulled out a knife, a strange one, with runes in the blade. You arched a brow in recognition

"The Winchesters' knife. Are you threatening me, little hunter?"

Your lack of reaction was another blow. He had hoped you'd be more impressed than that. Nonetheless he turned it in his hands, offering you the handle.

"I'm throwing it into the deal"

To his surprise, you didn't immediately take it from his hands, choosing instead to pace the clearing, deep in thought.

The truth was you couldn't care less about the knife, it wasn't more dangerous to you than a toothpick. And while it was true it could certainly damage your queen, she had a far better weapon to protect herself: You.

But it did confirm your suspicions about the Hollands having access to the old Winchester arsenal, which meant they had access to something way more dangerous than that rustic weapon made of steel and bone. A book, made of ancient dark magic and human skin, written in blood. A book that was precious to queen Rowena and by extension to you: the Book of the Damned.

The Hollands were a family of extremely talented, yes, but old fashioned hunters. The stab first, ask questions later kind. They probably had no idea what they had in their hands… but you did.

"Very well then," you finally declared, "this is my offer: Your soul and that knife in exchange for sweet Harry's life and one year for you to get all your businesses in order"

Tom felt all the blood drain from his face. One year. Just 365 more days to live, before an eternity of torture in hell.

"O-one year?" He breathed.

"One year" You confirmed, "More than enough time to go see the Grand Canyon, eat the world's spiciest burger or whatever you have on your bucket list"

The disdain in your words only made him hate you harder.

"Not nearly enough to live" He replied through clenched teeth. You rolled your eyes,

"You're a hunter. You lead short, violent existences, charging head first towards what most humans run away from. Things faster, stronger, more powerful than you, surviving each encounter out of sheer luck. Killing one monster after another, until that luck runs out. Because the monsters? Unlike you who rely on it everyday, they just need. One. Single. Lucky. Strike." You punctuated every word with one step in his direction, until you were face to face again. Until, for the first time ever, you could see the fear, the desperating hopelessness he kept hidden inside, reflected on the warm coffee of his eyes. You knew a lesser man would be already crying and begging for Mercy.

Tom wasn't like other men though, that was the whole point.

"Or…" You soften your tone and your stance, letting your fingers ghost over the back of his hand, his whole skin erupting in goosebumps. That was the very first time you touched him. Ever.

And it was as if nobody had ever touched him before, the light caress enough to set every nerve ending, every single one of his cells, alight.

He was so distracted by the sensation and his body's response to it, he almost didn't hear your next words over the sound of his own pounding heart.

"Or you could keep your little pocket knife, and even have your ten years if…"

"If?" He struggled to focus.

"You let me borrow a book"

His brows furrowed in confusion,

"A book? What book?"

"Any book of my liking, for as long as I want" You shrugged it off, "Do we have a deal?"

There was a catch there, it was obvious. He knew he was going to regret it but, what choice did he have?

"Deal"

Your smile was blinding, luminous. If he didn't know any better, he would have called it angelical. Now, that was one ridiculous thought.

"What now? We seal it with a kiss?" His eyes fell to your lips, so soft looking and inviting. He wasn't eager to put his mouth on a filthy demon and doom himself. He wasn't.

You chuckled, but there was no humor behind it.

"Oh no, darling. This is big. This is special" You're special, "A simple kiss just won't cut it…"

No. You couldn't mean… could you? Was there no limits to your hatred for him? Did you really want him so defeated, so humiliated?

"What do you want?" He spat through gritted teeth.

"The same thing you want" You put your hands on his chest, rising to your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "The same thing you have wanted ever since we first met . The thing that's obsessing you..."

"I don't know what you're talking about"

You smirked,

"You can lie to your family, you can even lie to yourself, little hunter... But you can't lie to me."

He couldn't hide, you could see every fantasy, hear every single one of his thoughts of you on repeat, like a prayer in your direction. Just like he couldn't hide the way his skin was burning now for you, the way his blood rushed south, the way all logical thought left his brain, his iron grip on his emotions finally breaking as he snapped.

Lightning fast, in just a blink, he twirled you around, your back hitting the rough bark of a tree, as he towered over you, demon blade to your throat, every inch of his body pressed against yours. His eyes were ablazed with rage, and passion, as he surged forward, striking you with his best hit.

He kissed you.

Lips vicious against yours, teeth biting and scraping only to soothe the offense seconds later with his tongue, until he was dizzy, light headed with the lack of oxygen and the taste of you. The hand not holding the knife to your neck fell to your breast, squeezing the pliant flesh with enough force to cause pain on a human woman, merely making you moan. He swallowed the sound, letting his fingers trace your waist, your hips, clawing at your dress until he finally, finally, felt skin under his fingertips.

It was better than anything his mind had conjured in his feverish fantasies in the dead of the night. The skin of your inner thighs velvety soft, as they parted under his touch, the sweetest sounds leaving your lips as his fingers found your naked core. You weren't wearing any underwear, probably never had. The realization that, in all your past encounters and fights you had been standing there, just feet away from him with nothing under that damn dress hit him like a truck, making his head swim.

He searched between your folds, and suddenly his fingers were inside you. He was inside you, a part of him was buried deep within you, within your silky heat, claiming you as his, if only for the night.

And you were so wet for him, and only getting wetter as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, scissoring them, opening you up until he was able to slip a third one in, fucking you with his hand in earnest. You were sobbing, clutching at his biceps, head thrown back in pleasure. He took advantage of that to suck bruises on your neck, only to see them fade before his eyes. Your skin tasted clean, smelled like wild flowers and rain. Ozone. Lightning. Like those coursing through his veins with every cry, every delicious gasp you made.

He found the perfect spot inside you, the one that sent sparks through your nerves with every stroke of his calloused fingers.

"This what you wanted?" To make him lose it? Lose his mind, himself, in you? "For me to make you come on just my fingers, like the little slut you are?"

The floor disappeared from under his feet as you sent him flying away from you, a searing pain exploding at the back of his head as he landed, sprawled at the feet of an old, dying oak. With blurry eyes, he saw you stalk towards him, all power and cold, controlled fury.

"Let's get one thing straight, Holland. I'm not one of your sluts" You sneered, "and I'm definitely not your basic bitch of a girlfriend. So you better start showing me a little respect, are we clear?"

He gulped, sitting up. He had to be seriously fucked up in the head, for his cock to be twitching inside his pants at your threatening tone.

"Crystal"

"Good" You declared, coming to a stop right in front of him, standing between his parted legs, "Now, let's put that mouth of yours to a better use"

He knew that image was going to be forever tattooed on his brain: You standing in front of him, holding the skirt of your dress up, waiting for him to put his mouth on you. Tom took a moment to admire you, before delving in, flattening his tongue over your slit, before drawing tight, precise circles on your clit with the tip. God, you tasted so divine it was messing with his head; something as dark and corrupted and twisted as you, feeling so exquisite, so perfect, so heavenly to his every sense.

He helped you hook your knee over his shoulder, his other arm snaking around your leg, pulling you even closer. You could feel his smirk against your cunt the moment he realized your legs were shaking, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care, not with his wicked talented mouth devouring you like a last meal, rocking your whole world, making you see stars behind your closed eyelids.

You always knew that man would make the stars fall.

Tom kept on, penetrating you with his tongue as far as it would go, his whole face moving against you. The slight burn of his scruff felt delicious against your delicate labia, as he used his fingers to open you up like a flower, separating your petals to get to the delectable nectar inside. You were close, he could feel it, the obscene sounds you were making, the waves of sweetness falling on his lips feeding his ego, filling him up with pride. By the time the night was over, you'd be unable to forget him. He would make sure of that. He would make you come, over and over, until the only thoughts left in your brain were of him, the only word your lips knew how to speak was his name. He would mark you, like a bloodstain, like you had done to him.

Almost there, he almost had you. Your muscles were locking, your walls starting to tremble, when a loud crack resonated over his head, and you stepped away on unstable legs, breathing hard. You didn't even need to breathe, it was just his effect on you. He made you feel human. And it was both exhilarating, and terrifying.

You took another step back, but he took hold of your ankle, tugging hard enough to make you fall on his lap, white skirt covering the place where his hands were fumbling with his zip, with his boxers, aligning himself with your entrance.

"Fuck!" He cursed, as you sank on his rock hard cock, not giving him any time to get used to the feeling of you around him, before starting to move.

"How does it feel" You taunted, "fucking a monster? Is it as good as you dreamed of?"

Better. You felt even better. Tom hadn't thought it was possible, but he loathed you even more for it.

"Shut up" He growled.

You leaned forwards, breath hot against his ear,

"Cause you feel amazing, Tom. Your cock feels like heaven"

His hand tangled in your hair, keeping you in place as he crashed his mouth to yours again, the other fumbling for the buttons at the back of your dress, tugging and pulling, tearing at the fabric, in his haste to feel more. More of your skin against his, more of the body that had been his hyper fixation for far too long.

You sat up, still grinding on his cock, letting the tattered dress fall to your waist, watching in satisfaction as his eyes went wide, zeroing on the way your breasts bounced in sync with your hips.

Reaching up, for a glorious second Tom could feel one perfect pebbled nipple against his palm, the roundness, the weight of your soft flesh on his fingers; before an invisible force pinned his hands to his sides.

You tsked.

"Still don't get it, do you little hunter? This?" You let yourself fall all the way down his thick cock, hard, tearing twin moans from his mouth and yours, "This isn't about you. This is about me."

Leaning back, you braced yourself on his strong thighs, changing the angle, changing your movements to a slower rocking against his pelvis. The friction against your clit was perfect, the feeling of his big, throbbing dick so deep inside you, stretching you like no one before, sending electrical pulses through your spine. It was decadent. It was ecstasy.

It was torture. Underneath you, Tom was sobbing, eyes bright with unshed tears, fighting in vain against his bonds. He needed it faster, harder, anything to help tilt him over the edge you were keeping him on, your sweet cunt too tight, too good around him to allow his cock to soften, your rhythm too leisured to let the tensed, strained coil inside him to snap. You were uncaring, using him remorselessly to get yourself off, your little moans getting higher in pitch the closer you came to your climax. Tom felt himself getting higher just by looking at your beautiful pleasure ridden face. You cried out, and suddenly it was happening, you were coming, pulsating around his cock, falling apart on top of him.

And the ground beneath him quaked. The sky above his head bled, the blue twilight torn open by lightning, and thunder, despite the fact that there wasn't a single cloud marring its diaphaneity. You fell forwards, hand braced on the tree, next to his face, ridding the aftershocks of your orgasm until the end.

"No!" Tom cried when, after a few seconds of catching your breath, you dismounted him, letting his dick slip out of you.

You arched a brow,

"Something you want, Tommy?"

He locked his mouth shut, gritting his teeth. You smiled, amused, knuckles stroking his still iron hard cock.

"Do you need more, little hunter?" You enveloped him in your hand, moving it up and down his member, watching the head disappear under his foreskin, "Do you need to come?"

He banged the back of his head against the bark.

"Yes!" He finally admitted, "So badly…"

"Then beg" You commanded, stilling your hand. He snapped open the eyes he hadn't realized he had closed. Oh, if looks could kill…

"Never" He hissed, livid.

"Very well, then" You picked up your pace, pumping him fast, your grip almost too rough. He gasped for air, feeling the telltale tightening of his balls, the coil inside just about to break under the tension. But you must have felt it too, cause your hand let go of him altogether. Too late, he understood what you were doing.

One beat. And then another, and he was coming all over his t-shirt, orgasm completely ruined.

He cursed, tears escaping through the corner of his eyes, fingers digging into the moist ground under his hands. You chuckled, cruelly, standing up and stepping out of your shredded dress. He could have ganked you with the demon blade in that moment, he really could have, except his hands were still pinned by an invisible force at his sides.

"Let me go, you bitch," Tom growled, tossing, fighting against his restraints to no avail, "aren't you done?!"

"Not quite." You smiled, mockingly sweet, "Just one more thing before I leave. Don't worry, it will only hurt for a minute…"

He renewed his efforts to escape, as you bended over, reaching for his chest, white hot pain burning through his ribs. He almost cried out, but what he saw stole the voice from his throat, turned his blood into ice inside his veins, leaving him shaking, jaw slack and mouth open in a soundless scream:

You, naked and gorgeous and terrible. Transfixed, eyes glowing with a supernatural indigo light, the shadow of two massive, bended, broken wings projected on the trees behind you.

Not a demon, he thought. You're not a demon.

You smiled, and it was terrifying.

"No. I'm the thing demons have nightmares about" You replied out loud to the words he had only said in his mind, "And now, little hunter, you belong to me. Mind, body and soul"

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 5 years ago

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¤~°Ghost Marriage: Lovely Bride To Be?! Part 2°~¤

Previously...

"Your right. You will become my bride and then become a princess."

"Huh?"

(Y/N) could feel her skin turn cold after what Elias said. "Your joking right?" (Y/N) blurted out with fear creeping into her soul. Elias just kept smiling as he placed his cup down on the counter and goes closer to (Y/N). Taking the bear mug from her paleling hands. The Ghost Groom placed it next to the other mug. Elias almost translucent hands holds (Y/N)'s gently.

"No. We will be married twomrrow, my dear princess!" Elias said sweetly like honey. (Y/N) could feel herself grow faint as she falls into the Ghost grooms hold. Then the last thing she could see was her mugs before sleep consumed her body.

Present Time...

"*Yawn~*" Grim found himself awake as he stretches his body. He looks at where (Y/N) was supposed to be. But she wasn't there at all. "Weird.. Did (Y/N) awoke earlier than the Great Grim? She must be down stairs making tuna for breakfast!"

Grim cheers loudly, hopping out of the bed and starts heading down the stairs.

"Tuna~ Tuna~!" Grim sang as he reached the the hallway to the kitchen. He then heard a yell and stopped singing. "You, Trespasser! Stop right there!"

"Huh!?" Grim found himself being surrounded by three ghosts. "Oh it's just the usual ghosts. Or not.. They're wearing something different?" Grim asks himself with confusion.

"This mansion is the prince's and his brides reception hall. It's off limits four outsiders!" One of the odd ghosts yells. "Prince? Bride?? Reception hall??" Grim was growing even more confused than ever before. "I don't get it, but it's my dorm. The outsiders are you guys!" Grim says in retaliation.

"What a proud sentence. Before youngsters like you were born. We decided this place was going to belong to our country!" The leader stated pridefully.

"If you don't want to get out, then we'll drive you away by force! Get out before your beaten up by us!"

"Ffnga!!" Grim cries out in shock as the ghosts rush towards him. Not having a enough time to use his fire breath. Grim flees, rushing towards the exit of the Rambschakle dorm. Yet the ghosts kept chasing after him until he got outside the gate.

"*Huff, huff!*" Grim pants out of breath. Grim looks behind him to see the ghost guards nowhere in sight. Yet the gate was locked shut to let anyone in the dorm. "Those ghosts took away me and (Y/N)'s dorm. What the hell is happening right now!" Grim growls out after regaining his breath.

Grim heads over to the main campus to talk with the principal about this ghost problem. Once he made it to his office and explained what happened. Mr. Crowley responds with. "Since no one was using the Ramshackle dorm. It became guest house last year before you two arrived."

The headmaster mutters under his breath. "It's that season of the year again.."

"Huh? What do you mean by "season"?" Grim asks confusingly. Mr. Crowley gave a calm smile. "The one who drove you l off is the family of Ghost Groom." The headmaster says simply. "A Ghost Groom? I don't know if that's something we should admire or be scared of..." Grim thought of the Ghost Groom

"Even if you say so. He's still a princes of a destroyed country from a long time ago. The princes always dreamed of getting married to his "dear princess". Sadly before he could fulfil his wish, his life ended right then and there. Even though he became a ghost. He still is looking for his ideal prince..."

"When that season of the year had come. They will search all over Twisted Wonderland to find the perfect bride." Mr. Crowley explained. "It seems like they had chosen Ramshackle dorm as a place to stay when they accomplish their mission. I'm glad they chose one of NRC building for such a occasion!" Mr. Crowley states with pride.

"It's not time for you to be proud! Just drive those troublesome ghosts away!" Grim says furiously. "It would be trouble if we drove them away... *Cough!* Don't you feel sorry for them? Just let them be."

"Why?!" Grim questions angrily. "Because the prince will be looking for a princess that doesn't even exist in our school."

" "A princess that doesn't even exist"? What do you mean by that?"

"Well...The Ghost Groom ideal princess is... Someone who is (Your Height). Someone with smooth looking skin. Someone with kind eyes. A charming smile, a sweet voice that holds determination. Someone with cuticles and soft (h/l) hair. And lips that you would want to kiss unconditionally.~ Those are the terms the ghost groom is looking for."

The headmaster started to laugh. "He is trying to find someone super beautiful and kind. Someone like that doesn't exist, he would have to search everywhere for his ideal princess. Especially at a all boys academy!" The headmaster said, trying to stifle his giggles.

"Wouldn't you agree (Y/N)?" The headmaster says as he waits for the female to answer. But not a single peep was heard. "Huh? Wasn't (Y/N) with you Grim??" Mr. Crowley said with a eyebrow raised in confusion. "No? She wasn't even in the Ramshackle dorm when the ghosts attacked..."

Before the two could ponder over the fact that where the female was. Ortho rushes into the principles office. "Young Shroud, what is the matter?" "Ghosts are taking over the school and kidnapped (Y/N)!!!!"

"Ehh?! Kidnapped?!!" The two idiots yell in sync. Ortho nods his head in agreement. "Yes! Look at this video! It’s last night’s video from the school’s cctv!" Crowley gaped in shocked. "Hey! Please don’t hack the school’s security system!"

Ortho shakes his head and whispers. "Shh, be quiet! I’ll play the video." The younger Shroud pulls out Idias tablet and types in something. Soon Ortho shows the video to the two. The video slowly starts to play.

"*Bzzt... Bzz..*"

The video showed Idia walking about the campus. A slight skip in his step as he walked. "I’ve ordered my favorite manga’s newest print... Along with the spacial mini colored papers. But why is it not delivered by the release date!?" Idia sighs, "it’s a disgrace as an otaku to not get it on the first date.There’s nobody around too, let’s hurry and go to the shop..."

"...ound you..." A unknown voice whispers.

Idia goes quiet, "Eh? Just now... Did I hear someone’s voice?" The unknown voice speaks again. "I finally... found you..." Soon two figures rush past Idia. Though mainly it was a male ghost carrying a, what seemed to be a unconscious (Y/N).

"MY PRINCESS!!!!!!!!" The male ghosts shouts into the air with glee. Not noticing poor Idia who was spooked. "GYAA———!!!!!" He screamed in fear as the ghost flys past him. Then the video ends.

"*Bzzt! Bzzzzzz———*"

The three people in the room went silent. "... this ghost is..." Grim tries to say, but his words turned quiet. Mr. Crowley "Yes... Such a thing... Has happened." Mr. Crowley takes a deep breath. "It seems like the ghost groom has finally found his ideal bride!"

Grim was stares at the Headmaster with fear. "The ideal bride is... (Y/N)!? She’s not at all a princess! She may be kind, nice and stuff. But that's just in her nature! (Y/N)'s always determined because we deal with problems that you or other students give us! And you call her tired grin a charming smile?" Grim states truthfully.

Mr. Crowley starts to mumble a bit. "Huh..?" "(Your Height), kind eyes, sweet voice, charming smile... or not. (h/l) hair.. I think it’s fits the ideal of the ghost prince." Mr. Crowley tells himself quietly.

Ortho (who had heard Mr. Crowley) also agreed with the Headmaster. "Yup. Based on my brothers taste and other students. (Y/N) is cool from every angle. Damn you ghost, what a precise eyes you have!"

"I can’t really agree..." Grim sighs out.

"Anyway, it seems like we have a trouble." Mr Crowley remarks as he placed a gloved finger under his chin. "If (Y/N)'s chosen to be the ghost’s bride, then that means..." "It’s a problem—-!! The three heard a student screamed loudly.

" "It sure is noisy outside!" Mr. Crowley tells himself as he, Ortho and Grim rush outside the office. Standing in the middle of the interior hallway. "What is this riot!" Mr. Crowley yells out.

Ace, who was in hall. Runs up to the three with Deuce beside him. "Headmaster... ah, and also Grim! There’s a problem!" "There are so many ghosts that we haven't seen before. They appeared out of nowhere!" Deuce adds on, "they are taking over the cafeteria and are saying something like. "This will be the ceremony hall of the wedding"! We resisted them, but no matter how much we take them down. The ghosts keep reviving!"

"STOP YOUR STEP!!"

At the end of the hall, Senior Vanrouge and Sebek were conversing with the ghosts knights. "They became angery just because of a mere joke I made about them. Such a bunch of narrow minded ghosts." Lilia jests with ignorance in his tone.

"Ugh, the guys from Diasomnia! Why did you bring these ghosts here?!" Ace yells out in fear. "You naive ghosts who dare to snarl at Lilia. I'll get tid of you guys!" Sebek said with very little amusement.

To be continued...

(Okay! Part 2 is out! I hope you guys liked this and part 1. Notes and reblogs are appreciated (with credit)! Also, if anyone wants to chat or ask questions, hit me up! I wanna here some chapter five theories too.)

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everafterkeiji · 4 years ago

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Summary: When Y/N, the photographer from Karasuno's newspaper club, finds a new view that she adores

Pairings: Tadashi Yamaguchi x fem! reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings/Genre: fem!reader, fluff

A/N: NFISND HOW TF DOES THIS MAN NOT EXIST- i love yamaguchi. thats it.

"That was such a good shot Y/N-chan! How do you do that? Can you teach me?" Hinata says, tugging your sleeve and you laugh as you continue to let him see your previous photos of him and the boys. A favor you've accepted from Yachi to help her with her poster for the boys volleyball team. You were no stranger to this team knowing Yamaguchi introduced you to them when you stumbled upon their practice.

Yamaguchi insisted that you practiced taking photos when they were training since you've complained about not being able to get stable photos from fast moving objects, always capturing blurry images instead of a photo that captured the essence of the moment. For months, you've improved without even knowing it. Finally joining the Karasuno newspaper club so you've got something to look forward to. You also took time to interview some of Yamaguchi's teammates to schedule your absence whenever they had a game.

But how come the boy hides whenever you insisted on taking his picture?

Surely, you were his best friend, even being in the same class as him and Tsukishima. You've met Tsukishima the day you couldn't be by his side when the bullies had the nerve to struck his confidence and ever since then Yamaguchi couldn't really leave the boys side and you went along with it, never feeling an ounce of jealousy with the two. You three grew up together, also finding a subtle communication with the blonde, even if it makes you wanna shave his hair.

"No Tsukishima, I didn't take your fucking headphones-"

"Um but you borrowed it the other day woman."

"Yes I did but I returned it to your desk before you had lunch."

"No you didn't dumbass then I probably wouldn't even be here with you right now huh?"

"I fucking returned it!"

"Then where the fuck is it Y/N!"

"Hey guys!" You both look up to Yamaguchi who had the headphones around his neck as he looks back and forth between you and Tsukishima. Y/N sighs realizing Yamaguchi grabbed the headphones from Tsukishimas desk and used it without the taller boy knowing. You stood next to Tsukishima, smacking his arm as he groans before snatching the item off of Yamaguchis neck.

"Do you not have anything to say to me?" Y/N teases as she looks up to him and Tsukishima sighs in defeat as Yamaguchi stood, confused at what you two were talking about.

"..sorry."

"What was that dino bitch?"

"I'M SORRY YOU SHIT HEAD."

So you've had doubts as to why he was so shy. He'd always push you away making sure you take pictures of Kageyama or Hinata instead of him and it frustrates you that you've got zero images of Yamaguchi playing. Although you've shared selfies together, it was different in the field he was in. You knew he'd get anxious when it came to serving especially in matches but why is that taking a picture of him was scarier?

You two were now stood at the roof of your house as you show him the difference between each angle and why was it important. With the afternoon sunset in front of you, you couldn't really help but capture its beauty, then smiling to yourself viewing the photo and seeing how all the gorgeous colors were peeking through, surely not even needing to enhance it. You show it to Yamaguchi and he smiles at the photo.

Once you were distracted by your previous shots flicking continuously, Yamaguchi takes the time to admire how the sunlight reflected on the prettiest girl he's ever seen. He loved how the colors displayed on your cheek looked like gracefully painted art on another masterpiece. He adored how your hair looked softer than usual. He especially loved the reflection that was on your eyes, nothing but the ethereal sunset.

In his eyes reflected the view he's loved since he was a kid, you.

"Do you remember when we were kids we used to think that we could chase the sunset cause it was near to us?" Y/N asks with a smile, her eyes still locked on the sky. She turns to him with the softest expression and Yamaguchi can feel the dryness of his mouth, unable to speak at what he thought.

"I remember we'd always push each other when one of us was nearer. Tsukishima even screamed for us to get back to him." Y/N laughs, Yamaguchi gives her a chuckle reminiscing on the memories. She leans closer to him and takes in his features.

How can they bully a boy whose yet to realize his beauty?

She wonders about the huge difference between the moment and the image. Right now, all she can feel was the urge to close the distance between them, just to be with him. The urge to just sneak in a photo without him knowing. Yet if this moment was to be captured, all you could see was friends, relaxing at the sight of the sun beaming down.

Both parties wished the moment would last, both at the realization of love silently blooming in their system.

You were once again in the Karasuno gym, yawning at how their practice still kept going. A week has passed and all you've been feeling is being unmotivated to do anything. The newspaper club had nothing on their hands and you don't even bring your camera anymore knowing there wasn't much to do anyway. You were just in the gym to wait up for Yamaguchi and Tsukishima but it was pass the time you told yourself to wait.

You grab your bag before letting out another yawn and standing up, scratching your eyes. You bid goodbye to Kiyoko and the team but they neglected it, focused on what they were doing. Yamaguchi notices you were about to leave so he goes to Daichi, telling him he was going to go home too. He says goodbye to Tsukishima, who didn't mind as he watches his best friend wholeheartedly chase the girl he loves.

"Y/N!" He shouts running after you, not even bothering to change with his bag barely holding onto his shoulder.

Do it.

I have to.

"Don't you think you're taking so long?" Tsukishima asks while he waited for Yamaguchi to finish up so they can walk to school. Yamaguchi zips up his bag and immediately walks to the taller boy, greeting him a good morning before they began to walk.

"Where's Y/N?" Yamaguchi shrugs, opening his phone to see if you texted but was met with none. Tadashi sighs as he hears a scoff from beside him. As they walk they pass by a colorful poster, Tsukishima takes a chance to read it then turning to Yamaguchi who was ahead of him.

"Take her." Tsukishima exclaims and Yamaguchi stops in his tracks, not knowing what he meant. Tsukishima adjusts his glasses before pointing to the poster, Yamaguchi following where he was pointed at and his cheeks were already tinted pink at the idea.

"Tsukki-"

"Your eyes are practically digging her to the ground. Don't think I haven't noticed, idiot. It's been years." Tsukishima says nonchalantly and Yamaguchi takes another glance at the poster. His hands grip the strap of his bag, and he takes a deep breath before speaking.

It's been years.

"I will."

"You're taking me where?" Y/N asks as Yamaguchi continues to drag the sleepy girl, holding her hand. Hand in hand, all he can think about is how to calm his screaming heart. He can see his younger self smiling down on him, knowing he finally had the confidence to hold her hand.

"Do you have your camera?" Yamaguchi asks, picking up the pace when he looked at the time on his phone.

"I don't, Yams- where are we going?" Y/N worried asks. It was 6:54 and you haven't eaten anything and you were sleepy too. It certainly didn't help when a boy suddenly drags you with him to a place you weren't even sure about the location.

"Please Y/N! I-I- just this once and I p-promise, it'll be quick!" Yamaguchi stutters as you two make a turn to be in a place full of crowded people. You suddenly stopped and Yamaguchi gently holds your hand once again, caressing it gently, the instinct to comfort you when he noticed the doubt in your eyes.

"Hey, we won't be lost. You got me."

He reassures, making butterflies swarm around you. He guides you to the crowd of endless muttering, looking back at you every once in a while. He sees the way your eyes wandered everywhere, the sight of curiosity on your e/c eyes. He lets a smile fall on his lips, feeling glee at the image of your expression when the festival starts. You'd grip on to his hands whenever you felt like it people were pushing you and he'd turn to a better place to sneak in to the front of the crowd.

When you look up you see lanterns lighting up the night sky. You let your hand drop from Yamaguchis, in awe at the scenery. Hundreds of lanterns covered the sky and soon everyone had their eyes on each lantern. Everything felt silent. You let the alluring lights take over your thoughts. Your heart was aching at the thought of Yamaguchi bringing you to a place like this.

He stands there, with two lanterns in his hand with your initials on each, his eyes landing on you.

How does she still stand out in a field of stars?

Yamaguchi goes to you, tapping you on the shoulder lightly as your eyes lock you can see your reflection with the floating lanterns behind you and his reflection doing the same to your eyes, both with the same thought:

My favorite view.

Yamaguchi hands you the lantern, and you thank him. He lights it for the both of you, and in sync you lift the lantern off of your hands, watching the lanterns swirl around each other like stars finding its soulmate.

"T-tadashi..this is everything. How?" You ask him, he faces you with a hand to the back of his neck and pink painted cheeks.

"I- I saw the poster on my way to school a-and you've been looking down for the past days, I thought this would make it better." He explains, and you nearly felt your knees weaken at his sweet gesture. You immediately wrap your arms around him, your head buried in his neck. It takes a second for him to respond but he wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer. Smiles on each faces, and hearts content.

"Thank you, Tadashi." You say softly and one hand leaves your waist to place it on your hair, caressing it with immense care.

"It's nothing, Y/N. C'mon let's take pictures." With his words ringing in your ears, your head quickly pulls away from his neck staring at him with wide eyes and he just chuckles to himself, also surprised he's gained the courage to finaly allowing you to take a photo of him.

You pull away from him with the biggest smile on your face, grabbing your phone from your bag, opening your camera and you immediately take a picture of the lanterns above. Yamaguchi just stares at you, grabbing his own phone taking a picture of you with his favorite smile and your eyes looking at the lights. He opens the image and his heart swells at the stunning girl that was in front of him.

No wonder she likes photography, I didn't know you can capture beauty twice.

Once Yamaguchi was busy staring at the new batch of lanterns, now covering the sky with multiple colors unlike before, you finally grabbed the opportunity to take a photo of him. You look back on it seeing his smile, the blues and reds of the lanterns bouncing off his eyes. You noticed how Yamaguchi was the only person that caught your eyes even if he was surrounded by hundreds of people, that alone makes you realize how bright your admiration was for him.

"Y/N- can we take a photo?" Yamaguchi shyly asks, and you nod at him while you take your place beside him, with his hand placed on your arm, not even bothering to think about how close you two were knowing if he did he was sure to faint. You extended your arm finding the best angle there was, befor smiling to the camera with the lanterns behind you. You didn't notice that Yamaguchi wasn't looking at the camera, but instead he was looking you.

While you two point excitedly at your favorite lanterns, time went by now you were walking home talking endlessly about the scenery you just went to. The streets were filled with your laughter and the moon guiding your way home.

You finally reached your house, but before he can say his goodbye your arms were around him once again. Funny how silent you two were, but with an embrace said hundreds of words you wanted to say.

You pull away from him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, stunning him leaving him stood frozen. Then his hands reach the surface of his cheek, a finger hovering over the skin you've kissed.

"Thanks, Tadashi."

"You're welcome Y/N."

As he leaves, the night lingers on you two. Two sleepless souls with not so quiet thoughts as Yamaguchi reaches over his phone, dialling your number pressing the device to his ear, the ringing of the phone coming to a stop when you voice comes in the scene.

"Y-yamaguchi?"

"Y/N..I had so much f-fun today." Yamaguchi states, making you hum in agreement. He bites his lip, unaware of his next move. He takes a deep sigh before choosing his next words carefully.

"C-can we meet up? I'm so sorry it's late but I just wanna say something to you in uh person.." He says and you stretch before sitting up from your bed grabbing your jacket and combing your hair.

"Give me the place."

You had earphones in when you walked to the location Yamaguchi told you to meet, walking mindlessly scrolling through the images you took with him. You couldn't help but blush at the photo when he held you close. You locked your phone, scared you were going to bump into someone. So when you tilt your head you were greeted by a Yamaguchi muttering to himself and repeatedly slapping his hand to his cheeks as if he was prepping himself. Your head tilts in confusion as he paces around in his sweats and acting as if he was talking to someone.

You remove your earphones, pausing the music and placing your phone and earphone inside your pocket. As you tried to walk to him to ask him what's got him so nervous, the words that leaves his mouth got you to stop thinking properly.

"Y/N- I l-like you? No no that sounds like a question! Damn it uh- I like you. S-since we were kids- is that too cliche? How am I gonna confess before she meets me-" He rants and your mouth was open, unsure if you heard it right. You watch as he turns to you, now both shocked at what was happening. Both wide eyed and silent. If Tsukishima were to see you two, he'd simply let out a laugh.

"Y/N-"

"Yamaguchi- is that t-true?" You ask him and he covers his face in his hands, hiding he's warm cheeks as you step closer to him. Your thoughts running in circles but your body moved before you even planned what to say. You were now in front of him as you pull his hands away with his head low.

"I-it is. I'm so sorry you had to hear it in that way b-but you've been with me since we were kids and I really can't find any other reason not to.. like you." He says and you also feel your cheeks heat up with his confession. You believed his words, your memories playing like a movie in your mind. You remembered the times your were blindly chasing the sunset, remembering how you met as kids, remembering his comfort when you were sad. How can you possibly not feel the same?

"I l-like you too, Yamaguchi."

He looks up at you to make sure you were being serious, then he sees the sincerity in your eyes and he smiles to himself before placing a peck to your forehead with his hands on your hair. You lean into his touch, your head on his chest and you let him wrap his arms around your body. The smile on your faces that night was something that'll never fade away.

"I'm your b-boyfriend now huh?" He asks jokingly and you chuckle before pulling away, hand to his cheek caressing it gently as Yamaguchi presses his cheek onto it more finding it so comforting and peaceful.

"Of course. How can I say no to that?"

BONUS:

"No PDA or I will beat your asses." Tsukishima says stubbornly as you two laugh. Yamaguchi wraps his arm around your shoulder and you lean your head on his shoulder.

Tsukishima rolls his eyes before speaking.

"I should've never shown you the damn poster."

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ratonnhhaketon · 4 years ago

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If you're uncomfortable with it: maybe a plus size female reader x Arthur Morgan, where she comes from a good family but has never been appreciated and seen as a difficult daughter to marry off. She and Arthur help each other with their own insecurities and he's a sweet gentleman to her. (Totally okay if you don't want to write it though! Have a lovely day! 💛💛)

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Warnings: Mentions of Micah Bell, Fatphobia, Fluff, Comfort, Mild angst

A/N: Thank you for the request! I apologize that this took so long, I’ve been loaded with school work this past week and haven’t had much time to write. But nevertheless I hope you enjoy reading!

Y/N came from a nice family. Good money, good land, good reputation. Never wanted for really anything, expect one: for her parents to approve of and appreciate her and not just focus on her weight. Growing up there were always girls her parents felt the need to compare her to.

“Why aren’t you as skinny as her? Don’t you think you should try to look like her to get a man? She’s so pretty, I bet she’ll get a husband soon.” These were just some of the words etched into her brain, the stinging phrases every adult would say to her to make her feel worse about herself. Any attempt to marry her to a promising young man was in vain, as something always ended up making them say no. And thus, resulted in more of her parents blaming her “unfavorable” appearance on the failed engagement.

No matter how hard she tried to be more pretty, or more skinny, or just more acceptable in her parents’ eyes, the less she was happy with herself.

That was, until she joined the gang.

The last time her old life had crossed her mind was when everyone was huddled into a tiny hut in Colter, trying to figure out what they would do to stay alive. Davey was freshly dead, his body barely clinging to the last few tendrils of warmth it still had. She missed the warmth and security of her parents’ estate. The soft blankets and fireplaces in almost every room. She missed the atmosphere, but certainly not the people dwelling within.

But the gang was her home now, her new family. If it wasn’t for the gang, she never would have met Arthur.

Arthur.

He was her rock. The one she loved more than anything, the one who would be there for her through any emotion regardless of how intense. And now was one of those times.

Recently Micah had been constantly poking fun at her for absolutely any reason, big or small. She had learned to brush off his comments, but lately some of them had been getting to her. Specifically the ones about her weight.

So now she Y/N sat on a rock by the edge of camp, overlooking the edge of Flat Iron Lake. Micah’s words echoed in her mind as she sat deep in thought, not even paying attention to the setting sun like she did every other night. She had not even realized she started crying until tears had landed on her hands nervously picking at each other in her lap. Soon the tears fell freely and she didn’t care who noticed.

Before long she was sobbing, a hand clasped over her mouth and her cries shaking her body. She felt hopeless, scared, even alone.

That is, until Arthur had approached her form and immediately sat beside her. His strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, to which she jumped in surprise before realizing who it was and relaxing, and he pulled her onto his lap. He rested his chin atop her head and spoke in a low voice, “Darlin’, you alright? D’ya wanna talk about it?”

She buried her face into his chest and breathed deeply in an attempt to try and stop the tears. “Mi-Micah..” was all she could choke out between sobs. Although learning that the bastard of a man mistreated his sweetheart was enough to make his vision run red, he rubbed his hand in comforting circles circles across her back to calm both of them down. He could make Micah pay for his actions later- right now his only priority was making sure his girl was taken care of.

The two sat like that for a few minutes as Y/N calmed down until the only noise between them was quiet sniffles and hiccups.

“Y/N,” Arthur said in a low voice, a hand coming up to cup her cheek lovingly. “Are you alright?”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah,” she said with a hiccup, wiping her running nose on the back of her sleeve. “I know you always tell me to ignore those comments and that he’s only trying to get a rise out of me, but today I just.. couldn’t. I..I just-“ she felt tears well up behind her eyes and she hastily blinked them back before they could fall. “It’s hard sometimes. He just reminds me of how I could never live up to my family’s expectations about my appearance.”

Her eyes drifted down to her hands and she bit her quivering lip out of nervousness, but both of Arthur’s hands had cupped her cheeks. He gently tilted her head up so he could look into her eyes. He ran his thumb over her cheekbone, wiping away a stray tear, before speaking, “Y/F/N Y/L/N, I love you so much. And I know you know that, but you also need to know that the only expectations that matter are your own. I will always be with you no matter what happens, and you can forget about your god-forsaken family and their horrible opinions on you. I love every single inch of you. And I’ll admit I still don’t know why you chose a big dumb oaf like myself, but I wake up every day grateful that you did and that I can call you mine.” His lips upturned into a smile before he spoke up again, "There's just more of you for me to love than the average woman, and I wouldn't change that for the world."

She looked at him for a moment, taking in how sincere his words were, before reaching up to grab his shirt collar and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Their lips moved in sync, their bodies in perfect harmony as if they were one entity.

When they both pulled back for air, Y/N was the first to speak. “Arthur Morgan.. I know you don’t see yourself the same way I do, but you are not some ‘big dumb oaf,’ you’re the man I fell in love with. You do so much for me and everyone in camp and we definitely would not be where we are right now without you.” As she spoke, his hands dropped from her face to her hips, with his thumbs rubbing tiny circles into the soft material of her skirt. Her head slightly tilted to the side with a sad smile on her lips. “It makes me sad that you don’t see how important you are to everyone in the gang, especially me. You’re handsome, and strong, and the kindest soul I’ve ever met.” He opened his mouth to retaliate, to which she immediately raised a finger to his lips and shushed him. “I know, I know- ‘I ain’t a good man’. I’m not saying you have to be. I know you’ve killed and robbed people, but all of us have. You don’t hurt those that haven’t hurt others, and you help those that have been hurt.” She paused for a moment to grab one of his hands and intertwine their fingers. “Especially me.”

He felt his own tears prick at the corners of his eyes at her heartfelt words. Arthur stared at her features, admiring how they glowed from the moonlight slowly creeping into the night sky above them. She looked ethereal, like a goddess, and he was thankful to whatever higher being decided he was lucky enough to have met her. “I love you, Y/N.”

She smiled at him sweetly. “I love you too, Arthur. So much.” She glanced at the sky above them before looking back at him, not even noticing until now that night had fallen around them. “It’s getting late. Could we go to bed?”

Arthur didn't answer, he just simply slid an arm behind her knees and stood in one fluid motion, earning a surprised squeal from the woman in his arms. He walked back into camp, not paying any attention to the sly looks and low whistles from John and Javier by the campfire. He brought Y/N into their shared tent and set her down on the cot before planting a sweet kiss on her lips.

“Getcha ‘self ready for bed. I’ll be back in a minute, darlin’.” She watched as he pushed his sleeves up above his elbows and walked confidently out of the tent before hearing “MICHA BELL, where the fuck are you hidin’!” being roared across camp.

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tragertrap · 5 years ago

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Intimidating || Juice Ortiz x Reader

Summary: (Y/N), although Jax's best friend, wants nothing to do with the motorcycle club that's fucking up her town. Well, at least that's the case until she meets a certain member of SAMCRO with a stupid haircut. Even though he seems too intimidating at first, (Y/N) learns to never judge a book by its cover when she gets a chance to see his softer side.

Having a best friend that works at an automotive repair shop definitely comes in handy for (Y/N), especially since her 'old ass disaster of a car' constantly breaks down.

"Wow, that's the 3rd time in a month (Y/N)!", Jax said before he let out a chuckle.

"You know I'm saving for a new one asshole." She hit his bicep playfully.

"I hope the best friend discount is still on", she mumbled.

"It expired after the forth time you used it darling."

"I'm sorry. It's just that... money's kinda tight right now."

"I can imagine..."

"Can I pay you back in pancakes?... or waffles? I know you won't deny waffles." She asked with an awkward smile on her face, hoping her best friend would accept.

"Have you not pay for the car AND poison me with your cooking? I think I'll pass", he teased her.

"I meant going to the diner outside of town but since you're being an asshole I guess the offer is off the table."

"Okay okay if you're not the one cooking, I'm down", he said, his smirk never leaving his face.

She couldn't help but laugh, thankful for her best friend being there to cheer her up.

"Thank you Jackie."

"My shift ends in half an hour. If you wanna wait we can go for pancakes after I'm done here", he said, putting an arm around her.

She had just left work, so the timing was perfect for a warm meal at a cozy diner with her best friend.

"Yeah, sure! I can wait."

They started walking towards the garage and the blond man started talking again: "You know I'd fix your car for free anyway but then you mentioned pancakes so I couldn't say no."

She narrowed her eyes and looked at him.

"You're lucky I love you Teller."

He laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek, his arm still around her shoulder.

"Me and Chibs are just finishing off with an old bike and then we're good to go."

"Chibs?" she asked with a raised eyebrow as they were approaching the bike Jax was talking about.

"One of the guys... the Scottish one. Do you ever listen to me when I talk?"

"I was mostly asking because of the weird name but sure... Scottish one. Got it! One of your scary biker friends, right?"

He couldn't help but laugh yet again.

"Scary biker friends?"

(Y/N) loved Jax. The two immediately became best friends at a pretty young age when (Y/N)'s family had moved to Charming next to Gemma and John Teller's house. She loved him the way you'd love a brother, she was always there for him whenever he needed her but one thing she decided to stay completely away from was the club. She wouldn't approve of the outlaw lifestyle in the first place but also witnessing the mess it caused to her town, and most importantly her best friend, was only making it worse. She wouldn't ask any questions in case she'd get answers she wouldn't like. He was ok with it. More than ok with it actually. She was an escape for him to a carefree past and a light of positivity in his chaotic present.

She met the 'Scottish one' that was helping Jax fix the old bike and it went better than she expected. Once she got over his pretty intimidating look, scarred face, leather jacket and all, he actually seemed pretty nice and interesting.

She was sitting on a bench next to the two bikers working when she noticed another guy trying to fix a car nearby. Well, it was pretty hard for him to go unnoticed. He had a short dark mohawk and a tattoo on each side of it on his head, wounds on his face from god knows what and tattoos all over his arms and torso, that was now visible since his shirt was long gone. His muscular body was glistening from his sweat in the Californian heat and the muscles on his arms and upper back were moving in sync as he was working on the damaged car.

He had been over that car's engine for what seemed like forever and as much as she hated to admit it, (Y/N) wished she wasn't jealous of an old car. She had noticed the guy before, one of the many times she had to visit TM due to her shitty car, but that day she had the chance to take a 'closer look'.

His left hand was resting on the car's open hood now, giving her a better view of his muscular arm and flexing abs. The focused look on his face, lowered eyebrows and clenched jaw, made him appear even more intimidating and yet attractive, especially when he unconsciously licked his lips in deep thought.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)?" her friend interrupted her watching of the 'show'. "Can you pass me that cloth over there?", he asked as he pointed to a gray piece of cloth on the bench she was sitting.

After that small interruption she was back at unapologetically starting at the tan guy nearby. She guessed that she had missed a lot since a small part of his abs was covered in grease now and his face seemed even angrier after the amount of failed attempts to start the car.

After some more conversation with Jax and Chibs, once she looked over at the mohawk guy again, he had already put his black shirt on, meaning that his job fixing the car was done. Later as he was putting a no-sleeve leather jacket on, which (Y/N) unfortunately recognised, he was aimlessly looking around when he caught the almost-drooling girl looking at him. She immediately dragged her gaze to Jax and Chibs, mostly out of embarrassment as well as some fear of his intimidating look. Next thing she knew, the mohawk guy was strutting confidently towards her and the two bikers, shoulders and arms swaying back and forth. He was wearing a pair of black sunglasses, no one knowing where his brown eyes were focused on.

"Hey brother", Chibs said with a smirk.

He answered with a simple 'hey' and a light hit on Chib's back and then did the same to Jax, after he took off his sunglasses and put them hanging outside his leather jacket's pocket.

(Y/N) didn't know if she should have been mad or relieved that the hot outlaw completely ignored her existence, exactly because he was a hot outlaw. Nevertheless, she was satisfied she could study the biker up close. He was wearing buggy cargo pants with chains hanging from one side near his waist and the black shirt she had noticed earlier was visibly a little too tight on his muscular chest. He put his hands in his pockets, as (Y/N) was staring at the veins and black tattoos on his arms that had started to fade.

"Jax, I wanted to tell you that I can't come with you guys tonight. I have something personal to take care of." He didn't give any further details since his brothers were not the only ones present. He was waiting for an answer from Jax with a frown on his face since the sun was getting into his eyes. (Y/N) noticed how his chocolate brown pupils appeared almost red against the sunlight.

"Yeah, that's okay. We're more than enough for tonight anyway. You can take the evening off."

"Awesome, thank you man", he said with a smirk as he lightly hit Jax's back.

He then shook his head up as an indication of saying goodbye, while maintaining eye contact with (Y/N), before he walked away.

Was that saying goodbye to me as well?

It was a goodbye to everyone.

He was looking at my direction though.

(Y/N) wasn't exactly loving the fact that she was enjoying this.

______

The hot pancakes Jax and (Y/N) were eagerly anticipating finally arrived at the table.

"Thank you darling", the blond biker said to the waitress while intensionally making his voice sound a little deeper. He was smirking the entire time while sitting all laid back, exuding confidence. The young girl gave him a cheeky smile and went her own way.

"Do you ever take a break?" (Y/N) questioned him sarcastically.

"A break of what?" Jax asked, a playful look on his face since he obviously knew what she was talking about.

"Hitting on innocent women."

"She was eyeing me since the minute we walked in."

The only way she could respond was with an unamused look.

"Also don't act all innocent to me. You're worse than I am", he said before letting out a chuckle and taking a big bite of his pancakes.

"What are you talking about? I don't hit on any person on a 18 feet radius, at any given time and place."

"Well yeah, that's because you're too scared to actually hit on them so you just stare from afar."

(Y/N) kicked his leg under the table.

"Ouch", he screamed in a playful manner while rubbing his leg. "You bitch", he whispered.

"That's not true."

"You were staring at Juice the entire time we were at TM. Didn't even say hello to him."

"Staring at what?" She asked while laughing, not even understanding that with the word Juice, Jax was refering to a person.

"The guy back at the garage. Mohawk and tribal tattoos. You were practically drooling over him."

"No I wasn't", she sounded offended.

"You can't hide from me girl. You know that. I know you better than I know myself."

"Ok he's hot... I was looking, yeah... but 'drooling over him' is an overstatement."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say", he raised his eyebrows while taking a sip of water.

"Jax!"

"You weren't even listening to what me and Chibs were saying."

"Actually I was actively trying not to listen to your club... business... stuff."

Jax rolled his eyes at her desperate attempt to change the subject.

"You could've at least say hello, you know. Dude doesn't bite."

"Are you sure about that? He looked like he could bite to me. If I'm being honest I was kinda scared of him."

Jax started laughing. "Scared? Of Juice? I can guarantee you he was more scared of you than you were of him."

"What do you mean?" she asked amused.

"Let's just say that not everyone has their way with women like I do."

"You're an idiot."

"No seriously, he'd get nervous even if he was around a female dog."

"What? He looked pretty confident to me. Intimidating. And scary as I said before."

Jax couldn't help but roll his eyes and sigh. "You know, underneath all the leather and the tattoos, we're still human. Didn't you like Chibs?"

"He was pretty nice I guess. Well, when I could make out what he was saying", she said referring to his thick accent.

"See? And Juice is even... milder...", he was trying to find the right word, "than Chibs. Dude's into technology and computers, coding and shit. He's a total nerd."

"He's still an outlaw biker. Seriously, could you ever imagine me being with someone like that Juice guy?"

"With the stupid haircut of his? Hell no, you deserve way better."

"Jax, I'm serious."

"Well... no, it's not the easiest thing to imagine, but you're full of surprises baby, I know that", he chuckled.

"A mohawk, head tattoos and chains hanging from his pants is a pretty big surprise though, don't you think? And these fucking leather jackets."

"I've told you a million times, they're called kuttes."

She couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"(Y/N), if you can be best friends with me, you can date a guy like Juice, trust me. Also I have chains on my pants too, should I be offended?" he was once again teasing her.

"Yes."

"You should meet him. And by meet him I mean like actually have a conversation." He was trying to find a reason for her to meet the Sons after all those years, meet the other part of him she had been avoiding for so long.

"I'm not getting into your club business shit for some boy, Jackie. Especially a boy with a fucking mohawk."

"I'm not asking you to get into the club shit. Trust me, I wouldn't want that", he was all serious now, "I'm just saying that you can meet the guys. They are my family. They... they're a part of me. You met Chibs, he was ok. You know we don't only talk about dead bodies and guns. We have other interests as well."

She was quiet, not knowing how to respond, so he continued:

"We are family (Y/N). They've been there for me through my hardest times, just like you have. Maybe you have more things in common than you think. Besides, I think you and Juice would make a great duo", he told his best friend, smirking after the last sentence.

_____

A few days later (Y/N) was heading to TM once again. She had agreed with Jax that when she'd come to pick up her car, she'd come in the clubhouse to meet the guys for the first time.

So there she was, nervous, walking slowly towards the clubhouse entrance. Second thoughts were taking over her mind.

I don't know if I'm ready for this. I'm not meant to be involved in this kind of stuff... with these kind of people. What am I supposed to have in common with a bunch of criminal bikers? If only it wasn't for this dumb, scary, hot ass Juice dude.

To her surprise the dumb, scary, hot ass Juice dude was sitting by himself on a bench outside the clubhouse.

Shit, shit, shit. Ok. Go talk to him. No I can't go talk to him. I have to walk right by him anyway, I should talk to him. What am I supposed to say? I can just say hello. Or hey. God just look away.

Juice was looking down at something so she hoped he wouldn't look up at her. She was getting closer, still overthinking.

I should ask him about my car. Or Jax... yeah, I should ask him where Jax is.

Juice looked up giving her a small smile that made her knees weak.

"Hey... you're Jax's friend right? If you're looking for him he's probably in the clubhouse", the tan biker spoke first, making everything way easier for her. The truth is he did know who she was, that's for sure. 'Jax's cute bubbly friend whose car was breaking down constantly.'

"Awesome, thank y-" she didn't finish her sentence. She had felt something against her ankles, so she looked down. To her surprise there was a small gray kitten slithering between her legs and rubbing its small head against her ankles.

"I think she likes you", Juice said with a wide smile, the kind where his eyes smile as well. Apparently that's why he was looking down earlier.

"It took her weeks to trust me and stop running away from me and now she's all up on you the minute she meets you. I'm kind of offended actually", he said before letting out an adorable laugh, while spreading his right arm close to (Y/N)'s shoes, making the kitten rub its face on his big palm. He eventually grabbed it and put it gently on his lap where he was sitting.

A 'badass' biker dressed in black leather, full of tattoos and with a fucking knife hanging off his belt, petting a small kitten that was purring loudly on his lap. The contrast in this image was pretty apparent, to say the least. (Y/N) was sitting there taking in this unusual sight before he spoke again:

"She's a stray. Found her by some trash cans a few weeks ago and fed her. Now she won't leave." He was busy petting the cat, only looking up to face (Y/N) by his last sentence.

What he said, along with his big smile at the end, warmed her heart. Maybe bikers do have feelings after all. He suddenly didn't appear all scary to her. She sat on the bench next to him and although confident, it took all the courage she had.

"Why don't you take her to the animal shelter?" she asked while petting the cute kitten that was still on his lap.

"I wanted to... but I couldn't", a loud laugh escaping his lips. "I tried, I promise", he added while raising his hands in the air in an 'I'm innocent' motion. "I mean look at that face."

The cat was looking up at them, its green eyes shining. She was still petting it, when her hand accidentally brushed against Juice's.

"She's so cute", (Y/N) said after a few moments of silence while looking at the kitten, in order to change the sudden awkward atmosphere.

"She is", he said softly while looking at the cat and then up to the girl next him, not knowing who he was referring to either.

"I wanted to take her home but I'm too busy for a pet, you know, with the club an' all. I'm not even home that much. I wouldn't want to neglect her."

"I've always wanted a cat, but never really made the decision. I... I would love to get her... Well, if you're okay with that of course."

"Yeah, of course", he exclaimed all excited, "it breaks my heart knowing she's out here day and night. Getting her a home is everything I could ask for... you're gonna have to let me visit her though."

A sexy smirk appeared on his face and (Y/N) responded with a lovely smile. Maybe meeting the club wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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antigoneidk · 5 years ago

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Everything I wanted to say:a letter to you|t.h.

a/n: I had this idea in my head for days but I was only able to write it now hehe. I hope you like it and I am sorry for any mistakes💞*gif is not mine*

warnings:fluff, fluff, a lit bit of angst(only if you are like me)

My love, my light, my life.

I have no words to describe how much in love i am with you. How fast my heart beats when i feel you're around. How my butterflies dance inside my stomach whenever you touch me. How I melt right in your hands everytime you squeeze my body, keep me safe in your arms. How the world stops spinning when you kiss me with those lips, that fit mine so perfectly.

I was convinced that true love didn't exist. That my parents kept lying to me through fairytales with princess waiting the prince with the white horse to take them away, show them love and affection. And both of them will fall for each other.

But as I was growing up and looked around me, everything proved them wrong. People are cruel, full of hate, shameless, unaware of how bad they can damage others. I just locked myself in four walls tired of it. Tired of not having someone to talk to. A real friend. An honest person, pure, innocent, loving, caring, kind, generous. The opposite of the majority.

And then you came into my life.

I am not gonna be able to forget the first time that I saw your face. You were smiling bright, the whole street lighting up. Your eyes were a little smaller. Your nose and cheeks had turned to a light red, as you were speaking to some people, fans. I wish I was closer that moment to picture in my head every detail, to paint your face and put it next to me each time you are gone. And you wore that blue sweater, my favourite one which I'm wearing right now, and that pair of black jeans, always looking good at you. Your hair were curly and every ten seconds your fingers were running through.

I heard your laugh from across the street, a sound that was playing in my mind for days. I had stopped there by accident before I searched around me curious from where the sound came from. That was all it took for me to just stand there and watch you, hug and smile to others, joking around, laughing, giving autographs. I wondered how you would smell every time you crossed your arms around somebody. I liked that you were happy, open handed, polite to them. I knew that you were different that day and even though you might not believe it,is the truth.

And then you glanced at me, taking my breath away. It was like the time had stopped, the world paused and the only ones with the power to move and talk were just the two of us. I felt your brown eyes looking at my soul, my life, my choices, my mistakes. I got embarrassed and scared. Scared that the fairytales were based on real life, that I might have found my prince. I know it sounds stupid, and now that I'm thinking of it, yes it is. But for a second I had that fantasy. My brain and heart stopped working, all my senses gave up. It was only you.

Tom then you smiled at me. ME. My walls that I was building for years fell down with that smile making me feel weak, not being able to process this. I've never had someone to look at me the way you did that day, I thought I was dreaming. Maybe it wasn't something special for you, you had people's eyes on you 24/7 but for me, you were the first. That's why I stood still in my place. I tried to enjoy every second.

I smiled back at you shyly and pulled my hair back, such a girly move. You looked down still with your smile at your face, then back at me and I swear I was ready to explode from all my emotions. I wanted to cry from happiness that finally something changed in my life but also from sadness because I knew that was for only a few seconds. Reality hit my face hard when a couple of men started shouting your name and dragging you to a different direction away for me. And that's when I said to myself that "it was too good to be true" and walked with tears in my eyes. If anyone else was at my place maybe they wouldn't care about it but I did. I lived on the sidelines for so long and I had a chance, I thought I had a chance but I guessed that i didn't deserved it.

And the time when I felt your hand on my shoulder and I saw you standing in front of me I pushed aside all of my negative thoughts and questioned if I was daydreaming and turning crazy. I felt my skin under my clothes burning from your touch, my heart losing control and my brain not working, only my eyes watching and my nose smelling your fragrance. I wanted to hug you just so I can smell it for the rest of my life. Then you talked to me asking if I was okay, your eyes following a teardrop making it's way down to my cheek and I felt so stupid that a boy, a stranger was seeing me like these. Do you remember that?

"Yes" he whispered to himself and turned the page to the other side wanting to read more.

Fast forward to our first date. I was so anxious all day, spending majority of my time in front of a mirror changing outfits, makeup, hair styles not satisfying with anything. I was turning to that teenage girl I always made fun of. I was making circles around the house practicing how I would act around you, how would I speak and what I would say.

You were the sweetest man I could ask for, such a gentleman. I couldn't get my eyes off of you, so confident and handsome, talking about the most silliest things and making me laugh all night with your jokes and random comments for the topic I was talking about. You held my hand and kept listening to me and laughed at my miserably jokes. I was the luckiest woman that night and to the ride back at my house I remember feeling so sad that I had to say goodbye to you even though i wanted to spent more and more time with you. By surprise you didn't stop and continued to drive.

We got to our favorite place now, yours back in the day. I never knew why you did that and although I want so desperately to know I'll never ask. Let that kind of mystery follow. We sat down and kept a deep conversation starting about our past. Well mine. I was battling with my self if I should had open to you or not and I'm glad I did. You listened carefully to what I was saying and held my hand the entire time, squeezing when I was about to cry. You have no idea how much strength you gave me with that touch and how much courage to keep going. I wanted you to know everything that I had been through. It was the only way to know if you would stay and not leave me alone. I was terrified but prepared to fight this feeling of loneliness again.

You kissed me.

I get butterflies only from thinking of it, of our first kiss. Your lips covered mine and our tongues met for the first time exploring each other. Your hands held my cheeks and pulled me closer to you, giving me the warmth I was lacking for years. My hands shaking touched yours after a long time not wanting to let them go and the sensation drove me insane. My heart was exploding inside my chest, my blood was running through my veins faster that lightning, my brain was hurting from the situation and was wondering if this was actually true. I pulled away and opened my eyes. I found yours shut your lips pressed to one another. I thought that you regretted this, that it was stupid and that I seduced you to do this. Your half smiled then showed up, my heart skipped a beat, and you said that this was better than your imagination. My inner child raised from deep down myself. I wanted to jump around, laugh and shout, kiss you again, hold you, hug you, feel you.

Days, months passed away and you stood by my side, making me the happiest person alive. I only had to listen to your voice and everything bad disappeared within a second. It's like you have that superpower to fight the dark inside me so easily. I admired you and still do to this day. I love how you push your problems to the side and listen to mine, it sounds selfish right? I'm always here to listen to you baby not matter what and yes there were times you opened up to me. I wondered if I helped you or not.

"My love.."Tom laughed and grabbed the other piece of paper from the table."..you always do" he mumbled.

But I wish you shared your problems more. I am willing to help you or even just listen to you if you just want to get rid of anything. You are a strong man but sharing your feelings is important, you are not bothering me you know.

Can you recall our first time? Damn I would never forget that, from the way you touched every single inch of my skin to the way I felt at the end. Your kisses and hands got me to placed I had never been before, so dreamy. You whispered to me how much you loved me and how i changed you to becoming a better person. I remember every of your words and I can still your voice clearly next to my ear as our bodies move in sync. You were my first.

If you only knew how much you mean to me. How my view for the world changed because of you. How I met incredible people through you. How I learnt to love, respect, share, laugh, fight, adore, live. How you teached me to finally see the colors around me. How life can be hard, yet awesome. There are nights that we fight, we say things anger makes us too. But by the end of the day I know that I love you so much and that we can get over this. I try to remind my self every night that there are so many reasons to be happy and not sad for a foolish reason. And that's when I turn to you and open my arms for you to hug me and sleep calmly. But you are already waiting for me to do so.

This is my letter to you. I wish I could say those things to you but we both know that i get caught up by my feelings. We would have been talking for hours.

I am not going to be able to stop loving you and that's my weakness. I don't wanna see you cry or heartbroken and you make me melancholic when you are like that. If I could only make you feel the way you make me. I am not the best but I'm trying to I swear and I'll continue to do so every day till the last one.

I love you.

Sincerely yours,

y/n

He wiped away some tears that escaped his eyes and got himself up from where he was sitting to get to you. You had been waiting for him in your bedroom, with roses all around, food and a movie to watch. It wasn't any special day but you felt the need to spoil him with love. In your own way. But as the time went on you fell asleep, with the food at the bedside table and your body hugging his pillow, feeling safe.

Tom smiled at the sight of you sleeping with his pillow in your hands. His heart beat fast as he kept moving closer to you and left a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you too baby" he said and kissed your lips gently. With slowly moves he tried to laid his body next to yours, hugging your waist and pulling you close to his.

It was at this moment that he realised the power you had over him and he was surprised you couldn't notice it.

"I guess I have to write it to you" he laughed at himself and closed his eyes, falling asleep a few moments later with the thought of you at his mind.

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alittleprincehwa · 5 years ago

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diary pt. 2 ─ ₊˚.༄ kim hongjoong.

✄ pairing ─── ₊˚.༄ kim hongjoong x reader

✄ genre ─── ₊˚.༄ angst, fluff

✄ synopsis ─── ₊˚.༄ by coincidence, you meet each other again.

✄ part one ♡︎

It's been a week since the incident. Hongjoong couldn't focus at all, neither practice or recording. He couldn't get you out if his mind. He wanted to forget you, and move on already. But he couldn't. He wanted to be with you and hold you tight. You didn't know if you made the wrong or right decision. You kept pondering if what you did was worth it.

To refresh your mind, you decide to go to the beach. A place where you and hongjoong went to forget all your worries. Your secret place to spend time in each other's warmth. With nothing to do and no one to talk to, why not go there?

You dressed yourself in a comfortable ensemble. Consisting of a brown turtleneck, black cargo pants and a grey cardigan. You slip your shoes on and step out of your friend's house that you stayed at for the mean time. You managed to stop crying and do something else. You took the two hour drive to the familiar shore, occasionally playing the playlist you and hongjoong made. Sadly smiling at the songs you recognized.

After a long ride, you finally arrive. You grab your bag and head to the shore line. You put down a small cloth before sitting down. You play with the sand while hearing the waves crashing with one another.

Hongjoong drowned himself in work. Practicing endlessly, he thought work would get you out of his head. But it didn't help. He kept your diary with him, afraid of losing the last piece he had of you. The boys got worried as each day passes. They noticed hongjoong's sudden change in attitude. He became more quiet, barely interacting with them. They decide to confront him of his behavior.

Seonghwa entered the room that hongjoong and wooyoung shared. He noticed that wooyoung wasn't there and seemed that it was the perfect opportunity to talk to the leader. He entered the space and saw the younger member with the same sad and sulky expression on his face. Seonghwa was getting tired of this and wanted him back to his usual self. He'll do anything to get him happy again.

" Hongjoong. " Seonghwa called out. Hongjoong's head shot up to see the older male against the door frame with a stern look. " Yes? " He replied with a dry tone. " Is something bothering you? " Seonghwa's expression turns to worry and concern. Hongjoong sighs and pulls up his blanket, " I'm fine. " he replied, closing his eyes. " I know something's wrong, you aren't yourself anymore. You can tell me you know? " Seonghwa walks over and sits on the bed.

Hongjoong finally breaks. " It's hard, hyung. " He whispers loud enough for seonghwa to hear. Hearing his voice, seonghwa looks at hongjoong. He was shocked to see tears run down hongjoong's face. Seonghwa softens hearing sniffles. " I wanna forget about her, but I just cant. I love her so much- I miss her " He explains.

" What happened? " Seonghwa comforts. " Me and y/n broke up. " He muttered without a single ounce of emotion. Seonghwa's eyes widen, they broke up? " What? Why? You guys were fine " He asks, confused. " I wasn't treating her right... " The younger one replied. Hongjoong sat up, only to be hugged by Seonghwa. " You should go somewhere. Somewhere peaceful. A place where you can rest. " Seonghwa recommend, hoping it could help at the slightest way.

Hongjoong could only think of one place. The beach. Yours and his hang out spot. Where he'd hug you for hours while you talk about the weirdest things. Walking barefoot on the shore as the water every now and then hits your feet. Taking in the ocean breeze while you run around. Oh how he loved those moments.

" I know just the place. " Was all he said before getting up and leaving the dorm with your diary. Leaving seonghwa alone and baffled. He drove to the beach, singing cheesy love songs on the way.

You were listening to music while laying down on the sand. Humming along to the beat of the song, you didn't hear the sound of another car pulling up. Hongjoong hopped off the car and walked towards the sand, looking down.

He halted once he heard the sound of music playing, dropping your diary on the sand.

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈. 𝑰𝒇 𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

He looked up to see a figure, curled up. He heard a familiar voice humming. His eyes glisten when he realized it was you. He couldn't let out any words. Starstruck that you were right in front of him. " y-y/n? " He managed to say. You jumped at the sudden voice calling out. You swore you were hearing things. You immediately recognized the voice. Your breath hitched. Both of you were frozen on spot. Was it fate that united both of you?

You broke the silence. " Hongjoong? " You couldn't believe it. " You felt a presence beside you. You look and saw that he was sitting beside you. You thought your were dreaming. " Is this actually you? " You murmur, barely audible. He looked at you, " It's me. " You heard his angelic voice. Your lips parted as a tears escaped from the corner of your eye.

You looked away, ashamed that you were crying in front of him. " I miss you. " He said. More tears escaped your eyes as you couldn't help but miss him too. " I miss you too, Hongjoong. " You whisper. You felt his arms snake around your waist and his head pressed on your back. You missed this. You missed this so much. " I'm sorry baby. I'm such a bad boyfriend " He admits. You stayed like that for a minute. You tried to form words. The only thing you could do was free yourself from his arms. He was taken back by your actions but even more surprised when you engulfed him in your arms. " Your not, but this time will you treat me like girl/boyfriend? " You felt your tears drop on his clothes.

Hongjoong hugged you back, wanting this moment to last forever. " Your giving me another chance? " He asks.

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈, 𝒊𝒇 𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

" Of course. " You connected your plump lips with his blush-colored ones. Words couldn't describe how you felt. Your lips moved in sync. Tongues interacting with one another. He held your waist as your arms rest themselves on his shoulders for support. The euphoric feeling appeared again. This felt the same as your first kiss. It was magical and passionate. You lean in closer, deepening the kiss.

You pull away, gasping for oxygen. You embraced him, " I love you so much ". " I love you too, I promise I'll be a better boyfriend " He swears. " Your already perfect Hongjoong. " You smiled at him. He pulled you close, laying on the sand. You rest on his layed out arm. You felt him kissing your temple, making your nose scrunch up. " I listened to your song by the way. " You say. " Really? " He raised his brow. " You looked so sad. " You remember tearing up at his expression when you watched the cover. " It because I couldn't hold you, my love " He looked at the sky. " I read your diary. " You hear him say. " W-what? " You slightly panic. " I couldn't help but tear up. I'm sorry you didn't feel loved. " He mumbles as he pressed kisses on your forehead. You shed another tear, recalling the nights you spent writing down that notebook, crying most of the time. " I don't need that anymore, I have you now " You say, closing your eyes, enjoying each other's company.

Both of you cherished this moment. Never letting go of each other again.

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mtngirlforever · 5 years ago

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Thanks @shsbabe for the submission! I hope I did your idea justice!

Carlos had spent the last eight months learning what did and did not make TK tick. They weren’t exactly dating, but they weren’t “hanging out” with anyone else. TK even stayed over some after their shifts if it was really late. Carlos would say they were dating, but TK wasn’t ready for that label yet. He was doing so much better than when he first arrived in Austin though. He’d cut his AA meetings and therapist sessions down to once a month; he was excelling with getting to know his team; he was handling Owen’s cancer diagnosis better than even he expected too, and honestly he was just much better off.

Carlos had an hour left in his shift, when he got a text from TK telling him it’d been a rough shift, and he was going on to the bar with his team. He’d gotten in the habit of waiting on Carlos before going to the bar, so it must’ve been a really bad day that he felt the need to stay with them. Carlos didn’t mind, and told TK that; he’d just meet him there.

When Carlos got to the bar, he saw TK talking with a guy who was standing really close. The jealousy that streaked through him was a surprise, but at the same time it wasn't. Carlos made his way to the bar never taking his eyes off TK. He got his beer as Michelle sidled up next to him. "Who's that?" He asked her knowing she wouldn't need to see where he was looking to know who he was talking about.

"Alex, from what I hear," she said never taking her eyes off Owen glaring daggers at the man.

"Thought it was a rough shift?" Carlos asked seeing how easy TK was talking to his ex.

"It was. Owen couldn't do much. His cough is worse; he was puking more. TK lost someone on his last call out; he took it personally. Wasn't an easy day."

"Fuck," Carlos said quietly his eyes never leaving the person they were discussing. TK looked too at ease with his ex after a hard day on shift and Carlos could feel doubts creeping in.

"Good luck," Michelle said, giving his arm a pat before going to join the brooding captain.

"Yea… right," Carlos whispered. He wasn't sure he could stand around watching TK make nice with his ex after everything he'd learned about TK and what Alex had put him through. He downed his beer and when TK hugged Alex, Carlos turned and headed out.

When Alex left, TK returned to the table with his dad and Michelle. "Seen Carlos?" He asked her, looking around the bar for the one person who could make his day better.

"He was here at the bar," she pointed to where she'd left him. The spot was now empty and none of them could spot Carlos.

"Shit. I gotta go," TK said barely hearing his dad call out a bye as he raced out of the bar. He looked around for Carlos's truck but didn't find it. He jumped in his car and tried calling him, but it went straight to voicemail.

"No, no, no," TK pleaded heading for Carlos's house. He had a feeling Carlos must have seen him with Alex and that's what caused his departure without even speaking to TK. "Please be home, please be home," TK pleaded as he drove the fastest route to his lover. He knew he hadn't labeled them yet, but he should've. He was going to. Carlos was the best thing that ever happened to him and he was ready. So ready for everything Carlos Reyes had to offer.

The talk with Alex was the final closure. He didn't feel a thing when Alex tracked him to the bar. At one point this is who he wanted to spend his life with, but now. Now he knew. What he had with Alex was nothing compared to what he had with Carlos. Carlos was real love; he listened, he cared, he protected, he loved, he put TK above all else. It was time for the next step if he could just find him.

When he pulled up, Carlos's truck wasn't home and TK tried not to let himself panic. He got out and tried knocking, even though he knew Carlos wasn't there. He called, he text, but nothing. The anxiety that he'd just fucked up once more was about to get the best of him when headlights blinded him on his perch on the steps.

When Carlos pulled in, he was surprised to see TK sitting on his steps looking for all the world like everything was crumbling around him. He'd turned his phone off and went for a drive to clear his head when he left the bar not really expecting TK to try and reach him. He wasn't sure TK even knew he'd been there. As soon as the truck was in park, TK was ripping his door open.

"Carlos… please just listen," he said his breath coming in short bursts.

"TK?" He asked confusedly as he got out of the truck.

"It was nothing. I swear he… he wanted to get back together and I told him no. I don't want him. Never again. You. I know you were there. I don't know what you saw or think you saw or…" his breath was coming in quick succession as he tried rambling this all out at once.

"Tyler! Breathe," Carlos said cradling his face. "Breathe. In and out slowly."

TK gave a small nod as he tried to sync his breathing with Carlos's. He knew if he didn't he'd hyperventilate, but he needed Carlos to know Alex was nothing to him anymore.

"There. Keep doing that," Carlos said with a small smile as TK's breathing slowed. "Now let's go inside, yea?" Carlos asked, getting another nod. TK wouldn't let his hand go as he unlocked his front door and led them inside.

"Want a drink?" Carlos asked when TK started pacing his living room chewing on his hoodie string.

"No. No I… no," TK said. He'd been doing so much better and even occasionally let himself have one beer, but after today he didn't want it.

"Not even water?" Carlos asked picking up on what TK wasn't saying.

TK shook his head no, his eyes pleading with Carlos to just believe him. "TK you don't owe me anything," Carlos said trying to calm TK down.

TK was right up against him pushing him into the wall before he finished that thought. "Yes. Yes I do. I want that. I want you! I want to owe you something, to share everything and know you'll be there after a rough shift. And know that no matter how bad I fuck up you still want this and you'll still be there. You'll still care and still listen and still just be you. But… but I could've already ruined that and I know that and fuck… if I did… just," TK walked back to the living room pacing, his hands running through his hair leaving it sticking every which way. "I know I've fucked up more than once with you and I'm sorry. God I'm sorry and I just…" Carlos was on him before he could finish anymore ramblings.

He pushed him backwards into the nearest wall his lips never leaving TK's as he kissed him breathless. "TK, breathe," he smirked against his lips. This was honestly the last thing he expected, but it was making his night.

"Can't…. When you kiss like that," TK smirked back.

Carlos held him close just breathing him in. "Wanna talk about this?" Carlos whispered as TK basked in the love he could feel radiating from his boyfriend.

"Yea… yea we should," TK said softly. He knew he needed to put some clarity into what he was trying to say instead of just hoping Carlos could decipher his ramblings. Carlos led him over to the couch where he settled before TK practically crawled between his legs with his back to Carlos's chest. Carlos settled his arms around TK as TK relaxed back into him.

"It was a rough day," TK sighed settling into the strength he could feel in Carlos's arms. "Shift was long. Dad was sick. And the last call…. Car crash. Multiple victims. Marj was working on the kid which left me to tend to the driver, the mom." Carlos tightened his arms around his boy just letting him get it out.

"It was touch and go and I thought…. I thought I had her. We got her out, and Michelle showed up and then…. I don't… I don't know she just coded and there…. There was nothing," he whispered his arms tightening around Carlos's.

"Ty," he whispered, kissing his head. "It wasn't your fault. You know things just happen," Carlos whispered.

"Yea… yea I know. I went…. I went on to the bar to keep an eye on dad. I wanted to wait for you and I just… he'd had such a rough day, but he insisted on going and I just…"

"I know. It's ok Ty, I get it." His arms squeezed TK tighter knowing he needed some comfort. TK basked in his hold a moment longer before turning around straddling Carlos so he could face him.

"And then…. I don't know, we got there and were having a good time and Alex just came out of nowhere. Total blindside. And I didn't want to talk to him, but I don't know, it just felt like it'd be closure. He thought he was gonna get me back," TK said quietly playing with the chain around Carlos's neck.

He was confident with his next statement when he met Carlos's eyes, "but I don't want him. I want you. And I know I've drug my feet and I've had so much to work through and been nothing but a handful, but I know. You are the best thing to ever happen to me and you are all I want. Alex wasn't love, it never would've worked and looking back I know. I should've seen it coming, but I didn't, and it…. Well it's worked out now. I feel stronger and better than I ever did in New York and I think…. I think part of that is you. And how you care for me and respect me and listen to me and are just there. And I… I've fallen so hard for you even though I didn't want to and didn't think I was ready and I know….. I know what love really is now," he whispered his eyes never leaving Carlos's.

"Tyler," Carlos whispered sending a shiver through TK as he pulled his boy down to kiss him breathless again. "You're all I want too. All I've wanted since I laid eyes on you in your uniform," Carlos smirked. "I shouldn't have left, and I'm sorry."

"No. No," TK said, shaking his head. "It… I probably would've done the same thing. But everything I just said… I told Alex too. I felt nothing when I saw him. Nothing, and when he left I was relieved. Because I knew, I would get to be with you. Talking about our day, letting you do what you do," TK smiled. "But this… this is just as good." His lips slowly descended on Carlos's as his hands tangled in the wayward curls Carlos tried to keep tamed. "I (kiss) want (kiss) you and only you (kiss) Carlos Reyes because I'm pretty sure," he pulled Carlos's hair tilting his head back and pulling a moan from his lover making TK smile big. "I love you," TK said with a goofy grin on his face.

The breath Carlos sucked in had TK's smile growing even more. "Yea….. yea I love you," TK whispered before he kissed his better half breathless. Carlos's arms wrapped around him holding him tightly in place as they kissed like never before.

"Tyler Kennedy," Carlos whispered, getting his hands on TK's face to hold him back while he caught his breath. "I love you too," Carlos whispered his smile lighting up his face. Their lips attacked one another as they sucked the oxygen from each other. The only thing that managed to separate them was TK's phone going off with a text.

He let out a soft groan before pulling back."Sorry… could be dad," he panted to which Carlos reassured him. He knew TK would be worried after the day Michelle described and he knew how important his dad was to him. It was Owen, but he was just letting TK know he was gonna crash on Michelle's couch so TK didn't have to worry about going home. He replied to his dad making him promise to call if he needed anything, before tossing his phone aside to resume making out with his boyfriend.

"Looks like I'm all yours tonight, Officer," TK whispered nipping at Carlos's bottom lip. "Bed," Carlos panted before wrapping his arms around TK and carting them off to bed. It was definitely not the night he thought he'd have when he saw TK in the bar with his ex, but it was the night he'd been dreaming of. TK totally taking care of him and finally putting a label on them.

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chlodani · 5 years ago

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This is my next smau. It's a Harry Potter smau. Neville X F.!Reader pairing. There's a bit of Fred X F.!Reader pairing in here. There's also Neville X Fred X F.!Reader. Title:A Muggle's Love Story

Trigger warning: Slight swearing! Mentions of sex! Will be mentions of rape! Slight abuse! If you are sensitive to these things read at your own risk! Major Fred X F.!Reader fluff!

Y/n was a muggle brought into the world of magic, at a very young age. She didn't know how to handle it. And with her older sister, her guardian being the only one who could take care of her, it proved to be difficult for her with her sister being the Defense Against The Dark Arts professor, and her having to live in the world of magic. She feels a little left out, seeing as both her sisters, her older and her younger, - her twin - are wizards and she is not. But that all disappears when she meets the one person who helped her realize not everything is about that. And it's not all its cracked up to be. Neville was there for her since she was young and they became the best of friends. However, as they got older they realized their feelings were more for each other than they even orginally thought. But what happens when Neville finally has the courage and another man tries to swoop in and take him from her?

Special Edition Part 4. . .

Y/n's P.O.V.

A devious smile passed me as a thought came to my head. I quickly took Fred's phone from him, hiding it underneath my leg. Fred smiled as he looked at me. My stomach jumped as he rested his arm on my stomach. I couldn't stop smiling as I looked at him.

"You think I can't get that?" Fred challenged.

"I didnt think you'd wanna touch my ass, just to get it," I told him not being able to stop smiling.

He chuckled.

"Try me sweetheart,"

I chuckled softly as I held his hand, locking our fingers.

"You weren't paying enough attention to me,"

All he did was smile.

"You want me to pay attention to you?"

"Yes,"

Fred chuckled. He pulled me closer to him, starting to tickle me. That's one of the things I hate the most, but I couldn't help but to laugh. I tried to scramble away from him, but he wouldn't let me. It got so bad, I ended up on his lap completely. He had one of his hands on my back and the other arm over my legs. We were just staring into each others eyes. I never noticed how gorgeous his eyes were until now. They may be brown, but he's gorgeous. How and why do I have to love him as much as I love Neville? Without knowing what we were doing at the moment, Fred had his hand on the side of my neck and our lips were pressed together. Immediately we both started to move them along the others in sync. He held me tighter as he pressed his lips to mine even harder, kissing me even more passionately. A soft gentle moan left me as we kissed. The only thought that went through my head at this moment was that I wanted him. All I wanted was him. Just as I put my hands on the sides of his neck, he gently pulled away. Way to make it awkward.

"So, uh, where's your bottle of Fire Whiskey?" I asked him casually looking away from him.

I could feel his boner as I sat on him. If I'm being honest, it actually turned me on.

"I have a bottle in the kitchen cupboard, right above the sink," Fred answered almost in an awkward way.

I stood from his lap, walking over to the kitchen. I couldn't stop thinking of our kiss as I took the bottle and poured us some in a couple of wine glasses.

"So, are you sure you're okay hon?" Fred asked me curiously concerned.

As I walked back to the couch I responded:

"Yes, - I just - I'm not so sure I can face Neville if there really is another girl that he likes."

I sat down on the couch next to him, as I handed him a glass.

"Well, like I said, that would be his loss for letting go of someone so precious and valuable. And for hurting you I'll kick his ass,"

A soft smile passed me. I gently took hold of Fred's hand.

"Na, dont do that - I just need you there for me,"

Fred locked our fingers together.

"I always will be,"

"I know, -"

I took a sip from my glass.

"I remember when Neville and I met, - We were eleven, and he was the first person I noticed-"

7 Years Earlier. . .

I stood next to this really cute kid. He had dark brown hair, and light hazel eyes. He had cute chubby cheeks. And he was adorable and chubby. I could tell he was nervous as he looked at me. Which made him even more adorable. I gestured to the empty gap between him and another student.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked him politely.

He said nothing as he gestured next to him. I smiled as I sat down next to him. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

"I'm Y/n Moon," I said to him as I held my hand out to him.

He was nervous as he held my hand to shake it.

"I'm N-Neville L-Longbottom," he spoke nervously.

I chuckled at how cute he is.

"Awe, you're shy, that's so cute! - We can be friends if you want,"

He smiled at me as he nodded. Awe! He is so cute.

Present Day. . .

As I traced my thumb over the design on the glass in my hand, a tear slipped from my eye. Fred gently put his fingers underneath my chin, turning my face to him. He cupped my face with his hand, as he used his thumb to wipe away the tears.

"Forget about that dumbass, - If he doesnt want you, that's on him. There is nothing wrong with you sweetheart," Fred said to me trying to be encouraging.

I said nothing as he looked directly into my eyes. I wanted to kiss him again so bad. And he knew it. He moved his hand away. Shivers ran through me as he let his hand rest on my leg, a little closer to thigh. I couldn't help but to stare at his long slender fingers, and wonder how good he really was with his fingers and hands. I let myself think about his hands roaming all over my body. I found myself lightly biting my lip. I didn't even realize that Fred was staring at me until he moved his hand. I honestly felt so embarrassed.

"Do you remember how we met?" Fred asked me.

I softly laughed. I took another sip from my glass.

"How could I not? You were so damn confident, I couldn't help but to be attracted to you," I said to him.

He chuckled.

"I think Neville was pretty pissed though," he stated.

I laughed softly.

7 Years Earlier. . .

I smiled as this really cute, red haired, brown eyed guy sat next to me. I couldn't help but to look at him. He was smiling as he stared into my eyes.

"Hey cutie, I'm Fred Weasley, what's your name?" Fred asked confidently.

"I'm Y/n Moon," I replied not being able to stop smiling.

"So, are you gonna need someone to show you around? Get used to the school?" He asked me in a hopeful tone.

"Well, -"

I pointed to Neville.

"Neville said he was gonna show me around, at least what he's already been shown,"

I could see the disappointment cross his eyes.

"Oh, -"

He stood from the bench.

"Well, I hope you enjoy yourself,"

I actually didnt want him to leave. I quickly and boldly grabbed onto his arm. A surprised look crossed him as he turned to look at me.

"Would you like to come with us?"

He didnt know what to say for a moment. He smiled as he sat back down.

"I'd love to,"

I smiled as the three of us started talking.

Present Day. . .

Fred and I both chuckled.

"You're boldness really surprised me, and you had me hooked from that moment," Fred said to me.

"You had me hooked from the moment you sat down next to me," I said to him trying to one up him.

He put his hand on my leg once again. I felt my stomach slightly jump. I still want him. I took a nice big drink of my Fire whiskey.

"So, how does your heritage work anyway? I've always been curious and you've never really explained it?" Fred asked me curiously.

"Well, Adelina is my half sister, Luna and Jami are my real sisters. I mean obviously Jami's my sister, we're twins. But our fathers were different. Adelina's father was a wizard, just like our mother. Mother ended up falling in love with a muggle and she got pregnant from him. She got pregnant with twins, and Jami inherited from mother's side and they think I got being a muggle from my father,"

I sighed. He knew I thought I wasn't good enough for either him or Neville because I was a muggle. While him and Neville are both pure bloods. Fred softly took my hand, looking into my eyes. He moved closer to me. He took my hand to his lips, kissing my fingers softly.

"I dont care that you're a muggle - You are the most amazing person I know. - You're unique in your own way. - Every single day I fall in love with you all over again. Every single time I look at you. - Every single time I'm with you - Honestly if I could have anyone, I would want it to be you,"

I could feel a blush rising to my cheeks. I slightly looked away from him.

"Oh Fred - Stop -" I trailed off.

He smiled satisfied.

"Why? - "

Fred moved closer. So close I could feel his chest rest against my arm. I could feel my body shivering. I still want him. And it's taking all my strength not to tell him right here, right now that I want him and that I want him now. He moved his face closer to my ear, slightly breathing on the edge of it.

"Afraid you'll fall in love with me even more?" He asked in a soft whisper.

I let out a soft breath not being able to help myself. Fred gently turned my face to him. He had the softest look in his eyes. I knew he wanted to kiss me again, but he was hesitant. It was almost as if he was begging me without words. I could feel the fire whiskey working within me and I honestly loved it. I wasn't thinking so much of Neville. It was just Fred. I couldn't help myself, so I smashed my lips onto his and I kissed him passionately. I knew he loved it, but he was being as cautious as he possibly could be. I knew he was. I wanted him close to me. And he knew I did. I didn't even have to say it. He pulled away again. I protested quietly.

"Y/n, why don't we just talk?" Fred suggested.

I sighed. Though he still held onto my hand. I took another sip from my glass.

"How did you meet Hannah again?" Fred asked me casually.

"It was at Hogwarts, Adelina wanted me to tag along with her class, so I went. And I was happy because I got to be with Neville, -"

"Or as I say, 'He who shall not be named'" Fred spoke.

I chuckled as I gently punched his arm.

"He was fine at the time, - Anyway, Adelina was talking with Hagrid at the time and Draco had decided he wanted to be a dick to me, -"

A smile passed me as I thought of Neville.

"It was actually quite adorable, Neville tried to stick up for me, but he was also still really shy, so when Draco shot him down he shut up real quickly. Hannah noticed how Draco was being to me and she stepped in. She stood up for me and she apologized for him. Apparently she's known Draco pretty much all her life and she hates the fact that Draco can be such an ass sometimes. Though he's settled down quite a bit as he's gotten older, so, I guess it's not that big of a deal. That day that Hannah stood up for me, we became instant friends and she started hanging with me and Neville. That's the day you met her,"

"Well, you guys are pretty close,"

"Yeah, -"

I smiled.

"Hannah's great, - And she's always there when I need her. Just like Jami, Luna, and Adelina. My three sisters,"

Fred moved a piece of hair from my face, again looking into my eyes.

"Dont forget about me," he said to me softly.

He took the drink in my hand and set it on the coffee table in front of us. All I could do was look at him, as he rested his hand on the side of my face. I held onto his hand with him, as I lightly moved my lips to kiss the palm of his hand.

"I could never - I honestly wouldn't know what to do without you," I told him.

"You'll never have to find out,"

He looked into my eyes just staring into them. I knew what he wanted and he knew what I wanted. Though he was still hesitant.

"I wanna kiss you so bad," Fred said to me softly.

"Fred -"

I put my hand on the side of his neck.

"Please do," I pleaded.

"But -"

I could almost feel tears in my eyes.

"Fred, - Please,"

He sighed softly in defeat. In a gentle motion he pressed our lips together and very lightly started to kiss me. He added the passion, only slightly. I knew he was hesitant. I didn't want him to be, but I knew he was. And I didnt think there was anything I could do to change that.

To Be Continued. . .

Special Edition Part 5 Coming Soon. . .

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andieperrie18 · 6 years ago

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Prodigal Daughter (Ben Hardy x Reader)

Prompt: Ben and the cast finds out reader is an expert drummer.

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When your dog-loving boyfriend auditioned for Bohemian Rhapsody, he's been working hard to be able to play the percussive set as he wanted to honor the character the he was going to play in the movie. You supported him as a loving girlfriend would do although not that he didn't knew much about you but the fact that you were actually an expert on the drum set had him, his castmates and the two members of Queen in total awe as they eyed from across the stage set.

It happpened like this….

"Awe love, thanks coming here to support me." Ben had an arm around you while walking together, following his cast mates and the others to the stage. The iconic Live Aid was their first scene as Ben told you and for support, you went to watch him as you wanted to see the hard work of your dear lover.

"Love, you should rest for a bit. You've been playing for a quite a while." Your voice laced with concerned. You watch him shake his head no, "It's okay, love." He continous to do the drum routine.

You know that he will nail it. And what better way to boost him than be there and cheer for him.

You stood afar from the set as they shot the scene. You would catch him glancing at you with his biggest smiles as you would bob your head to his beat. The beat that you fell inlove with in your teen years. You didn't even notice the way your foot tap to the ground, each stomp so acute to the beat of the biggest drum.

"and….CUT!!"

You were the first to cheer as you ran to the stage to meet Ben, him doing the same by jumping off it with a large smile welcoming you in his muscly and comfy embrace. You could tell he was proud of himself.

"Babe! That was so cool!!!"

"I KNOW, I was like--" he babble with some sound effects, making some clear emphasis of what he had seen himself doing behind the drum set. Giggling at his action, you both walked together to the bottom of the stage where the peeps had gathered.

Exchanging different compliments, Ben and his castmates were rained with praises from Roger and Brian.

"My almost prodigal son is here." The lead drummer of Queen quoted earning a shy smile from the lad. The man has been a great role model for Ben as he almost stood as a father to him and to you aswell.

"Almost."

"I think we could all agree to that can we?" Gwilym said.

"Well, he did nail it. Good Job Benjamin. But I think Cardboard Ben is Better." Laughter bursted inside the loose circle, you laughing along Joe's affection to your boyfriend carbon copy in cardboard.

"Stop it, Joe. Your hurting my feelings here."

The chatter continued, talking and complementing Rami and Gwylim of them rocking their own routine.

"O My Goodness! Y/n M/n L/n. Is that really you?"

Now this somehow caught everyone's attention. Turning to the owner of the voice, you met the very, very familiar face of a female. It didn't made you hold back the smile the moment you met her gaze.

"JEM!! ITS YOU!!" Basically scurrying out of Ben's embrace, enveloping the girl in a bear hug, and vice versa.

Joe was the first to speak out of all the confused faces.

"Jem, love? You know Y/n?"

Ben was also confused as he knew all of your friends yet he wasn't very much familiar with this one but not in a bad way. The interaction you gave looked genuined and so did hers, it was as if you knew the said stranger almost by heart.

Jem, who is basically bear hugging you looked back to her boyfriend and said,

"OH, Joe, guys, remember when I said I was in a band?"

Everyone nodded.

"Well, you see we were a four person band and I know you have met my two other former band mates and I said I had lost contact with one of my members since our accounts have been hacked before. " you still had the girl in your grasp while looking at the small crowd cowering around the both of you.

"W-wait? Are you saying Y/n's your long lost band member?"

Jem nodded furiously at Lucy's question.

"Wow! Y/n, why didn't you say anything?"

Ben had a seemingly excited look on his face as if he was a boy who just found a treasure chest in his backyard. His eyes trained on you. Curiosity lingering on them.

"Well, nobody real asked about it and that was way too long ago." You trailed.

Joe suddenly pops up statement.

"Hold on a minute, Viola said that she was the pianist and Jax was the bassist. And you told me that you were lead vocalist…"

Ben was the next to speak, following his friend's statement.

"Which would mean that my girlfriend, is your band'--"

"Lead drummer? Yeah!"

The confidence your dear friend radiated as she began to brag you to your friends turning you into a shy fly. And the fact that your idol, nome other than another father figure aswell known as Roger Meddows Taylor, who is basically standing beside you is hearing all this things got you shy chills.

"Hey, Jem thats enough. Besides, as I said that was quite a long time ago and I don't think I could be that great on it anymore."

Jem gave you and eye roll, "Y/n, there's no way that you could loose your touch. Even if your mind doesn't remember, your hands and feet does. Also, I heard from Ben that he would sometimes catch you playing with your chopstick while doing the dishes. I should've known your dating the hunk of a man sooner." You rolled your eyes as Jem whispered the last sentence to you.

"How 'bout you plah for us love?" Roger placed a hand on your shoulder, handing you a pair of sticks. Your eyes turned into saucers.

"I-i don't know Mr. Taylor--" "Roger kiddo."

You smiled, "Roger, as much as I want to play. I not as good as I was before."

This time Ben talks you out.

"You can't be that bad love, we just wanna see you play. You can go do any song."

You looked at him, rather unsure of yourself. Sure, one can't unlearn what is learned. Everyone around you started to encourage you aswell. Ben's puppy eyes, was the last warning bell you could ever receive as you sighed and took the drum sticks. Suddenly feeling a spark in your palms after having contact with it after a long while.

"Go Y/N!!"

"YOU CAN DO IT LOVE!!"

You ran up to the stage, thanking yourself for wearing a pair jeans on this unexpected day. Jem skipped her way as she followed you and as if she already knew what song you were gonna play, she hurriedly plugged her phone on the jack and waited for you settle.

"Brings back memories doesn't it?" You shrugged off and smiled as you held the sticks in position.

"Damn, feeling deja vu here."

"You just miss it." Jem replied to you.

You stared past the drum set meeting Ben's eyes as he howls your name. Roger doing the same and so does the others around the stage. Father and boyfriend, cheering for you. What a heck of a combo.

You nodded to Jem who proceeded to play the track with a little low volume so it won't over power your routine.

"GO! Y/N GO!" she called out.

Taking a deep breath, you let yourself get lost on the music.

(0:00 to 0:15)

Like your hands had its own mind, it smashed the sticks tips to the first beats. Nearly missing the timing.

"That's a good start." You joked to yourself as you continue to the beat.

Eyeing back to back to your small audience. Their heads bobbing with your beat with smiles on their faces. Watching as your pace gradually quickened along the way.

(0:16 to 0:25)

"I think it's getting faster."

Rami's comment made Ben aware with his girlfriend beat. After having countless practice and hearing some bands drummer plays, Bon Jovi's song had some of the trickiest drum routines and he could tell how complicated the beat and yet, seeing you calmly beaming with each hit, your hands and arms swiftly moving to the next beat as if she practiced the whole routine for almost a week. Whats more was also, it looked quite your style.

Your face looked calm and composed with each beating.

He marvelled you and as if you were so used to the clashing and bashing, you didn't miss any timing.

(0:26 to 1:09)

No eyes left your figure while staying on your beat. Each pair beaming the quicker your arms switch directions as the chorus neared then, what happened next was a small yet seemingly gigantic movement when they caught it. That was the moment Ben knew that his girlfriend wasn't an amatuer drummer.

You twirled one drumstick in between your fingers as the other hit the cymbals, your lips mouthing the lyrics with a smile etched on it. Then slamming both down to the clash instrument.

"Ohhh!!!" "She twirled them! Did you see that?!"

Your hands swifting left to right like accelerate, still singing to the chorus. You drowned yourself to the symphony of each percussion that surrounded you like no one was watching, eyes closed you, staying with the beat.

(1:09 to 2:00)

Maintaining a heck of speed had Roger Taylor screaming his heart out for you. Calling your name, screaming 'thats my kid!!' Out of now where and jumping along the music. Like a proud dad, he cheered.

People were bouncing like they were in a rock concert. Joe was banging his head to your melody. Gwilym and Rami were arm in arm and singing to the song. Brian was dancing around with Lucy.

(2:00 to 2:03)

Your speed growing to a thunderous amount that had everyone going out of their mind while you sat there like you practiced the whole performance for weeks.

"Oh my god! She's freaking nailing it."

"UGH! Ben she's a freaking Queen!"

Ben was freaking out like everybody else while watching your routine with the sticks that even thought he can't do.

(2:03 to 2:32)

The crowd under the stage as the staff was singing along while you drum your heart out. Your movements were so in sync with what your mind had thought of in every sequence, executing everything perfectly. Continuing to the music, each beat was a perfect hit. You caught sight of Ben who had a hand on his forehead and another on his, face had saucer eyes and a slack jawed smile, staring at you.

You let yourself meet his gaze as he notice this.

You winked at him.

(2:34 til end.)

Ben's breath hitched as Roger muttered an 'oh my god' beside him as you threw a stick in the air, then catching it perfectly before hitting the beat perfectly once again.

Everyone was screaming after that, Joe was grabbing his permed hair as if he had witness something insane before him. Lucy could tell that after this mini concert, she won't be able to talk the next day.

Doing a couple more stick twirling and fast paced movements, you finally reach an end with a satisfying clash from the cymbals. Panting, you turned to you now large crowd, screaming for you.

"And there goes your Prodigal Daughter." Roger could only nod on Brian's statement.

Ben rushed up to stage and immediatly lifted you off the ground. Rambling how insanely amazing you were.

"You gotta teach me your ways love." He mumbled against your lips.

"As long as I get something in return." You said after quick peck on his lips.

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