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deliciousangelfestival · 4 months ago

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Let's Play Pretend - 1 | Bucky

Character: Bucky Barnes x singer! Female reader

Summary: You just wanted to hide here and find peace from the mess that wasn’t caused by you. But then, your hot neighbor bothered you. As if that wasn’t enough, the enemies you hated found you too.

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Shocking Split! Y/N L/N Dumps Fiancé After Drug Party Scandal

Betrayal Drama! Y/N L/N’s Manager Caught Stealing Millions for Gambling

Where’s Y/N? The Singer Vanishes Amid Scandals!

“I’ve always wanted to be a singer, but I never had the confidence to stand on a stage—until my music teacher, Mrs. Walls. She believed in me.”

Mrs. Walls sighed as she watched your Grammy interview on TV. You looked radiant, glowing with excitement after winning such a prestigious award. As a music teacher with years of experience, she had worked with many talented students, but you stood out uniquely.

At first, you were the shyest student in her class, hardly speaking above a whisper. But what surprised her the most was your natural gift: a perfect pitch. You could write down the notes to a song after hearing it just once, and you picked up musical instruments with ease. She vividly remembered showing you basic piano chords; within minutes, you were playing along effortlessly. The same thing happened when she introduced the guitar.

Her fondest memories were of you standing shyly at the front of the class, yet lighting up when it came to music. She smiled as she recalled your speeches at award shows: “I wouldn’t be here without my music teacher, Mrs. Walls. She was the first person who put faith in me.”

“That’s the last interview she gave us,” the gossip channel host said dramatically, feigning concern. “It’s been three months since anyone’s seen her. Where is Y/N L/N?”

Mrs. Walls frowned and turned off the TV with an annoyed grunt. “Urgh. Gossip vultures,” she muttered under her breath. She grabbed a glass of lemonade from the fridge and walked out to her garden. She noticed her guest seemed lost in thought, staring off into the distance. It had become a habit whenever she was in the garden.

“You’re not thirsty, huh?” she teased lightly, holding the glass toward someone sitting under the garden umbrella.

The person she handed the drink to was none other than the missing singer, Y/N L/N. For three months, the paparazzi had been on your trail, but they had no idea you were hiding here—in the sanctuary of your former music teacher’s home.

Mrs. Walls still remembered the night you appeared on her doorstep, mascara streaked down your face, eyes red and swollen from crying. You looked nothing like the glamorous star she’d seen on television, but instead like a lost child searching for safety.

“I don’t know where else to go,” you had whispered, your voice trembling.

In that moment, she didn’t see the world-renowned singer. She saw the shy, seven-year-old girl who used to sit in her classroom, clutching her music notebook like a lifeline. She hugged you tightly, her heart breaking for you. “Stay as long as you need, my dear,” she had said softly, ushering you inside.

Since that night, you’d been living quietly in her guest room. The once-vibrant star barely spoke, and the silence worried Mrs. Walls more than she let on. She watched as you avoided stepping outside, terrified of being recognized. The only place you seemed at peace was her garden.

She wondered, How long will you keep hiding like this?

You took the lemonade from her hand with a quiet “Thank you” but set it on the small table beside you without taking a sip. Sitting on the bench, you leaned back, tilting your face up toward the sky. The sun was warm, filtering through the leaves of the garden trees. Through your Ray-Ban sunglasses, you watched the golden rays dance, letting them calm your stormy thoughts.

Here, in this little haven, you could pretend the outside world didn’t exist. The judging eyes, the betrayals, the relentless cameras—everything melted away in the sunlight.

You thought back to three months ago, just after wrapping up your world tour. It had been the most significant milestone in your career, a dream come true. Exhausted but proud, you returned home, excited to move on to the next chapter of your life—starting a family with your fiancé.

But the moment you landed, things began to unravel. You’d called your fiancé multiple times, but he didn’t answer. At first, you thought he was busy, but a nagging feeling in your chest wouldn’t go away.

When the truth finally came out, it shattered you. Your assistant broke the news: your fiancé had been busted at a drug-fueled party. Worse, it was also a sex party.

You felt your chest tighten at the memory. That betrayal had cut deep. But it wasn’t the only one.

Later that week, you discovered that your longtime manager, someone you trusted implicitly, had embezzled your money to feed a gambling addiction. Two people you thought you could rely on had betrayed you in the worst ways possible.

One night, overwhelmed and broken, you drove aimlessly, tears blurring your vision. Without any plan or destination, you just kept going until you found yourself parked outside Mrs. Walls’ familiar home.

Even after all these years, she had always been honest with you. When you needed guidance, she gave it without hesitation. If she thought something was right, she’d say, “Go for it, my dear.” If it wasn’t, she’d warn, “No. You deserve better.”

Now, sitting in her garden, you sighed and closed your eyes, letting the sunlight warm your face. For a moment, you could almost believe you were that shy student again before fame and heartbreak had found you.

Mrs. Walls watched you silently, her heart heavy. She wanted to help, but she knew you needed to find your way back on your own.

“How long are you planning to hide here?” she finally asked, her voice gentle but firm.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you opened your eyes and looked at her. “I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Just like this, Mrs. Walls worried about you. You knew you were taking advantage of her kindness, aware she wanted you to step out of your shell, but you weren’t ready. The thought of facing the questions, the prying eyes, and the silent judgment was too much.

Just a little more time, you thought. That’s all I need. And some peace.

But peace wasn’t always easy to come by.

"VROOM!"

A sudden loud roar shattered the tranquility of the garden. The grating sound of a lawn mower filled the air, making you wince. You covered your ears, irritation flashing across your face.

Your gaze turns toward the source of the noise. “It’s already noon. The sun’s scorching hot—what kind of madman decides this is the best time to mow their lawn?”

“Well…” Mrs. Walls trailed off, watching the man seated atop the lawn mower. Her lips pressed into a thin line.

It's her neighbor, a man who had recently moved in. He wasn’t just any neighbor—he was one of her former students. Not from her music classes, though. He’d been one of the troublemakers, a kid who lived on detention slips and second chances.

“Bucky!” she called out, her voice carrying across the garden.

The man paused, cutting the engine. The deafening noise stopped, leaving an almost eerie silence in its wake. He climbed off the lawn mower, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

You squinted, ready to roll your eyes, but then your gaze lingered for a moment longer than you wanted. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his broad chest glistened with sweat. The sun highlighted the sculpted lines of his six-pack, and every step he took radiated an infuriating confidence.

Great, you thought bitterly. Annoying and ridiculously good-looking. Just my luck.

Mrs. Walls met him halfway, handing him a glass of lemonade. “Thank you,” Bucky said, his voice low and smooth.

You let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled your eyes. “You’re welcome for the noise pollution,” you muttered loud enough for him to hear.

He turned, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re welcome for cutting the grass, princess.”

“Princess?” you repeated, your tone sharp. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re out here ruining everyone’s peace, and I’m the problem?”

He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest, the gesture only drawing more attention to his muscles. “Stop acting like a diva.”

Your jaw dropped. “I am a diva!”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed, taking a long sip of lemonade.

“What rock have you been living under?” you snapped, glaring at him.

He rolled his eyes dramatically, his expression shifting to one of mild exasperation. What you didn’t know was that Bucky wasn’t as clueless as he seemed. For the past three years, he’d been living under the radar, cutting ties with his old life. His job had demanded secrecy, isolation, and sacrifice. He didn’t have the luxury of keeping up with the world, let alone pop culture or celebrity news.

The truth was, he hadn’t recognized you—not as the world-famous singer everyone else seemed to adore. To him, you were just the frustrating woman who had suddenly appeared in Mrs. Walls’ house and made everything more complicated.

But even as irritation bubbled under his skin, he couldn’t help but feel intrigued. There was a fire in you that clashed with his rough edges, and it both annoyed and fascinated him.

For Bucky, Mrs. Walls had always been a comforting presence—a grandmother figure who offered him advice and a safe space to talk. Her home had become a haven. And then you showed up.

Now, that peace was gone, replaced with constant banter and an energy that made it hard for him to stay indifferent.

Mrs. Walls watched the two of you, her lips twitching as if suppressing a smile. Despite your usual quiet demeanor, you seemed to come alive whenever Bucky was around.

“You two are like a pair of bickering children,” she muttered under her breath.

“Excuse me?” you said, shooting her a look.

“Nothing, dear,” she replied with a knowing smile, sipping her lemonade.

Bucky glanced at you, shaking his head. “You know, for someone who wants peace and quiet, you sure have a lot to say.”

“And for someone who wants to mow the lawn, you sure talk a lot for no reason,” you shot back, folding your arms.

Bucky laughed, low and mocking. “This is going to be fun.”

“Fun for you, maybe,” you muttered, turning your attention back to the garden, though your face was still flushed from the exchange.

As he walked away, you couldn’t help but glance at his retreating figure, hating how effortlessly confident he looked. Bucky, meanwhile, shook his head, pretending not to notice you watching him.

Both of you were equally exasperated—and similarly intrigued.

Bucky reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin, holding it up between two fingers with a smug grin. “Alright, princess, let’s make a deal. If it lands heads, I’ll keep mowing. If it’s tails, I’ll stop, and you can go back to your precious nap.”

You crossed your arms tightly, narrowing your eyes at him. “I hate this game,” you muttered, watching as the coin gleamed in the sunlight. He always did this—turning everything into some sort of challenge just to get under your skin.

Bucky smirked, clearly enjoying your irritation. “I know. That’s why it’s so much fun.”

Rolling your eyes, you huffed, “Tails.”

He nodded mock-seriously, flicking the coin into the air with practiced ease. It spun rapidly, catching the light with every turn before landing in his palm. He slapped it onto the back of his hand, then slowly revealed the result with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Heads,” he declared, his voice full of triumph.

“Ugh!” You threw your hands in the air, frustrated, pushing off the bench. As you stomped toward the house, the wooden slats creaked behind you, muttering, “I’m getting noise-canceling headphones.”

Mrs. Walls watched you retreat inside, shaking her head with a fond smile. She turned to Bucky, who was spinning the coin between his fingers like a magician showing off his trick.

“You really should stop teasing her,” Mrs. Walls said gently, her tone a mix of reproach and amusement.

Bucky shrugged, slipping the coin back into his pocket. His lips curled into a devilish grin. “Nah… it’s fun.”

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You peeked through the blinds, trying not to let the soft rustle of the fabric give you away. Outside, Bucky was still chatting casually with Mrs. Walls. He leaned against the handle of the lawn mower, his broad shoulders relaxed, and his expression unusually serene.

How could he be so normal and polite with her, yet every time he spoke to you, it felt like he lived to make you grit your teeth?

You narrowed your eyes, watching him laugh at something Mrs. Walls said. That face… you thought bitterly. What a waste of a perfectly good jawline and those stupid dimples.

Letting the blinds fall back into place with a soft snap, you turned away and headed to your room.

Inside, the space was dim, the curtains drawn tightly against the glaring afternoon sun. The cool, muted light was a welcome contrast to the irritation buzzing in your head. You kicked off your slippers with a little more force than necessary and flopped onto the bed, burying your face in the pillows.

The mattress was soft, and the faint scent of lavender from the room’s diffuser helped ease the tension in your shoulders. But even as you lay there, trying to block out the world, your mind kept drifting back to the smug grin on Bucky’s face and the way he seemed to revel in riling you up.

“Urgh,” you groaned, rolling onto your side and hugging the pillow close. You closed your eyes, willing yourself to forget about him.

Eventually, the steady hum of the ceiling fan and the distant chirping of birds outside began to lull you into a state of calm. Your breathing slowed, and your grip on the pillow loosened. For now, rest was the only thing you wanted—a reprieve from the relentless antics of your maddeningly handsome neighbor.

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The dream came fast and vivid, like a storm. You were running—barefoot, your breath ragged and your heart pounding in your chest. Behind you, shadowy figures loomed, their voices sharp and cruel. The flash of cameras blinded you, their light like fire against your skin. You kept running, your legs aching, but the ground felt like quicksand, pulling you down.

You jolted awake, gasping for air. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly as your heart raced, the remnants of the nightmare still clinging to your mind. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, you saw the dim, glowing numbers: 2:00 a.m.

Sleep felt impossible now. The stillness of the house, once comforting, now felt suffocating. You swung your legs off the bed and walked to the window, pushing it open. Cool air rushed in, brushing against your flushed skin and carrying the faint scent of dew and earth.

“Should I go out?” you murmured to yourself. It was late—no, it was early—and the world outside was likely asleep. It might be safe.

Pulling on a hoodie and sweatpants, you crept quietly through the house. Every creak of the floorboards beneath your feet made your pulse spike, but you pressed on, determined. When you reached the door, you hesitated, your hand resting on the doorknob.

Flashes of the past flooded your mind—the crowd of paparazzi outside your apartment, shouting your name, their cameras clicking incessantly, their relentless pursuit. You clenched your eyes shut and took a deep breath.

“It’s different here,” you whispered, willing yourself to believe it. Slowly, you pushed the door open and stepped outside.

The cool grass greeted your bare feet as you stepped off the porch, the gentle night breeze brushing against your face. There was no one. No voices. No flashing lights. Just silence and the soft rustling of leaves in the dark.

You exhaled deeply, relief washing over you like a wave. One tentative step after another, you left the house, the distance growing between you and your sanctuary.

You wandered toward the park, the faint glow of streetlights guiding your way. The world felt peaceful, and for the first time in months, so did you—until the faint hum of an engine broke the stillness.

You glanced over your shoulder, your pulse quickening. A car was following you, its headlights low but its presence unmistakable. Then you saw it—a glint of metal, the unmistakable outline of a camera lens.

Shit. They’d found you.

Your heart pounded as the car crept closer. Picking up your pace, you started walking faster, then broke into a run.

“Y/N! Where have you been?” a voice called out from the car, loud and intrusive.

You didn’t answer, your breath quickening as you pushed yourself to move faster.

“Have you heard your ex-fiancé has rekindled things with his ex?”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. What? Your mind reeled. You hadn’t even ended things officially, and he’d already moved on? That bastard. While you were here, broken and dealing with trauma, he was playing house?

“Is it true you gave money to your manager, knowing about his gambling addiction?”

You stopped dead in your tracks, glaring at the man hanging out of the car window. “No! I didn’t know! Leave me alone, you jerk!”

You started running again, your breath burning in your lungs, your legs aching. Desperation clawed at you as the car followed relentlessly. Then you saw him—a familiar figure jogging under the streetlights.

“It can’t be,” you whispered.

Without thinking, you sprinted toward him, your voice frantic. “Bucky! Help me!”

Bucky stopped mid-stride, his brows furrowed as he saw you running toward him. His routine early-morning jog had just turned unusual. His sharp eyes quickly took in the distress written all over your face. Before he could react, you leaped behind him, clutching the back of his hoodie and crouching slightly to shield yourself.

He stiffened, caught off guard. Then he saw it—a car slowing down, its passenger wielding a camera that kept flashing incessantly. The bright lights blinded him momentarily, and irritation sparked in his chest.

“Hey!” Bucky growled, marching toward the car. The camera flashes continued, and without hesitation, he snatched the camera from the paparazzo’s hands and smashed it against the pavement.

The paparazzo’s jaw dropped in shock. “My camera!” he yelled, scrambling to pick up the broken pieces.

But he wasn’t done. Pulling out his phone, the man began recording. “You’re a dead man! Who the fuck are you? Her boyfriend? Bodyguard?”

Bucky, his irritation mounting, opened his mouth to correct him, but before he could, you blurted out, “He’s my boyfriend.”

Bucky froze, glancing over his shoulder at you. Your grip on his hoodie tightened as you peeked around him, glaring at the paparazzo.

The man in the car stared at the two of you, his phone still recording. “This is going to be front-page news.”

Bucky sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What the hell did you just drag me into?” he muttered under his breath.

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heartfullofleeches · 3 months ago

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Always the Bridesmaid

Male Ghost Darling Prologue

Word Count: 1.7k

[Major Character Death, Angst, Darling is a male who wishes to dresses and hinted to appear more feminine]

Stolen words sow seeds of resentment and hatred in an affair never meant to be.

In school, the pretty ones received the most attention.

Friends, admirers, confessions hidden between the pages of their books and in their lockers. The old you would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous, but the spotlight was not what spoke to you in whispers.

“Oh my god- Oh my god… Y/n… He asked me to be his date for prom! He said I was the prettiest thing he'd ever laid his eyes on…”

Pretty…

Within the sanctity of your mind, just one time - you dreamed that someone out there would use the same words to describe you.

Beautiful.

Angelic.

Irreplaceable.

All the lyrics sung by the infatuated heart of your best friend's secret valentine. The mystery of his identity was solved after the first note. It wasn't your intention, but you couldn't help but point out how similar the writing looked to a boy's that sat behind you in math. The two of you hardly ever spoke, but after passing his tests to the front for a quarter of the year, you wouldn't mistake that handwriting for anyone else's.

You'd later find out your best friend had had a crush on him since her family moved into the house next to his. It stung to witness how protective over him she was, but after pinning over the same person since you were small - you guessed you'd be a little overbearing if your feelings were reciprocated after all this time.

It was like a fairytale. Your best friend as the common maiden transformed into a princess for one evening, and her prince waiting with bated breath at her arrival.

“If your feelings for me are the same, meet me in the corner of the auditorium. I'll be waiting for you with baby's breath.”

You'll never forget the look as you both walked into together. Like he had seen the stars for the first time in all of his years. The twinkle in his eye dwindled as your friend rushed forward to embrace him. Still, he welcomed her with open arms.

As the night ended, she left with him on her arm, while you stood alone with his jacket draped over your shoulders. He had noticed you shivering even with that puffy jacket of yours and offered it to you as they left.

You begged on your hands and knees for the teachers to give you a minute along while you searched for something you had forgotten. Ensuring that you were the only soul in that auditorium that night - the stuffy hoodie you wore the entire night was ripped clean of your body and tossed into the ether.

It wasn't much. A cream shirt dress your friend had lent you for the occasion. In the dimmed light of the room, the dress almost appeared white. It wasn't much, but in that single moment - swirling to your heart's content til the stage lights above you sparkled the same as a starry night sky-

You felt…

“Gorgeous…”

The voice was barely audible over the music blasting in your ears.

“Forgive me… Think my keys are still in the pocket of my coat… It looks like you're having fun in here all by yourself… Would be nicer with company.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. Your best friend was the only one who knew. You didn't know him. Despite what he said, there was no telling what he would say tomorrow with his boys.

“May I have this dance?”

His outstretched hand may as well been a dagger to you - a bundle of the same flowers he gave your friend rested in his palm. She wasn't with you, so why had the light returned to his eyes as he gazed endlessly into yours. You were scared. To this day, that fear lingers deep in the trenches of your chest.

Collecting your discarded hood, you rush out of the auditorium as quickly as your feet will carry you - never looking back.

The events of that night were not a blip on your relationship with your friend's new boyfriend. As a matter of fact, the three of you were practically a trio. You were often the third wheel on their dates. If he bought her something, you frequently received a duplicate- sometimes before she received hers. The gifts were primarily sweets and stuffed toys, but there were a few outliers.

“This skirt is for me?... You know I'm a guy.. Right?”

“Well aware.”

You figured he was just being nice. After the whole fiasco at prom, there was no hiding from him. He knew your exact measurements and everything. She must've helped him.

With college rolling around, it appeared as if their bond was growing by the day. Upon the confirmation that you all would be attending the same school, your best friend took the big leap herself and proposed to her boyfriend of almost two years. He never looked at her once as he spoke. You were standing right behind her.

“I'd give my very life to spend even a day more with you. To have you by my side forever would be a dream come true.”

You couldn't be happier for the two of them.

Venue hunting, cake testing, dress shopping. As the brother she never had, and the second most important man in her life, you joined her for it all. As you were out shopping for a day centered entirely around herself and her groom to be, your friend had one big surprise for you.

“Pick one.”

“I….I can't.. What if?...”

“If anyone says a word to you or even looks at you the wrong way I'll drag them out myself if I have to. You're not just my best friend, Y/n. You're family. And you deserve to be with us, comfortable in your own skin.”

You already knew she accepted you as you were, but it was the first time you felt seen.

The pleasantries didn't end there-

Spirits high from the touching moment between you and having found the perfect dress for her on only the second day of searching, your friend had one more gift for you.

“Try it on.”

“W-what? But it's your-”

“And someday you'll wear one on your big day. That's what you want, isn't it? A glimpse into your future won't hurt, will it?”

It wouldn't. Even if there's no one waiting for you at the altar, you've always wanted to be that picture perfect bride on top of wedding cakes.

With tear eyes, you sit before her vanity as she dresses you - styling your hair for the veil's crown, painting your lips with a glossy shine that bleeds through the cloth’s transparency, shading your eyes with a shadow that would steal even the toughest hearts with a single glance.

“How do you feel?”

You don't just feel it.

You are beautiful.

“You could've been the one marrying him instead of me. Just thinking about that makes me so jealous…”

Her words fly overhead as you gaze longingly at yourself in the mirror.

“I….I think I have some jewelry in the basement that would suit you nicely. I'll be back in a minute!”

Jewelry?...

Rising up from your seat as she departs, you dig through the contents of your book bag - fingertips lacing the plastic band of a fake ring you won months prior during an outing with your friends. You had an inkling the games at the arcade were rigged which is why you were lacking in tickets. It was between that and a piece of candy. Your best friend's boyfriend thought it was the funniest thing if he proposed to you with it in front of everyone.

Slipping the ring onto your ring finger, your image is complete. No greater amount of jewelry would change how ethereal you were. The veil hid your insecurities, imperfections that with emotional growth and age you'd come to accept and love about yourself. Once you love yourself, perhaps you'll seek a love like that shared between your friend and her soon to be.

Your heart swells in your chest, it beats as if its readying to burst-

Enriching the blood that streams down your torso like the tears of a bride abandoned at the altar.

It hurts.

Your legs give out before the pain fully registers.

You gasp, every ragged breath growing wetter with the blood filling your throat. Through the veil's mask, you cannot see your attacker's face. You can hear it- The virtual rage and anger in their snarl, poison seething through their clenched teeth.

“I can't stand the sight of you.”

They grip the veil’s crown.

“For two years I've lived this lie. All while he's been right next to me this whole time.”

Your hands perch over your chest in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding - a foretelling of your impending fate.

“Did you really think I'd ever be happy with you?”

Your vision flickers as the veil is torn clean - your worst suspensions proven true. You couldn't forget that voice.

“....”

“....Y/n?”

All the anger, the bottled up spite and disgust depletes from his body as he crumbles to the ground behind you. The additional pressure to your wounds does little to stop the bleeding. It's already too late.

“Y/n?.... Y/n?! No, no, no! What are you doing here! It was supposed to be her! It was supposed to be her….”

It's raining. Droplets rain down on your palling face as he slips his fingers between yours - a puzzle that fits perfectly in place. His finger rolls over the cheap, fake ring on your finger - the droplets increasing in frequency.

“It was always supposed to be you. Ever since I saw you from her window. I've always… but she… she took every note. Even ones I didn't write. Everyone knew how beautiful you were.”

That can't be true…

“Am I… Am…I still….?”

“Yes, my love. You are, and always will be - the most beautiful person anyone has ever seen.”

With those words you could die in peace.

But there is someone who will never let you rest.

For as long as his soul still resides on this earth without you by his side.

His everything.

His bride.

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yanderefarm · 7 months ago

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yandere vampire's pet

cw;; dehumanization?, blood, vampires, humans as pets, yandere, angst, suggestive

this is the last named and drawn oc i have ready. i still have two more concepts in my drafts but they're not finished yet.

this might not show his yandere tendencies as well as characters like ares or emil but he's more of a self destructive type. he's more likely to hurt himself for doing something wrong than he is likely to hurt someone for touching you.

also i had to include the vampire guilt and angst im only human (human with a guilt kink)

you're a vampire lord in a world run by vampires with a yandere human pet who you found in a run down human farm after he basically threw himself at you. who clung to your leg and insisted he tasted so sweet you wouldn't regret taking in. who you took pity on seeing his scarred neck and decided to take him with you home.

you fed him and brought him to full health in a year. on the anniversary he begged on his knees for you to make him your pet. you complied. you didn't expect the preservation procedure that would allow him to stay with you forever to mess up his brain. or maybe this was always his personality.

he begged you every day to feed on him. he would sneak into your bed chamber and cut his neck to wake you up. he would sit himself in your lap around noon and undo his shirt buttons to give you easy access. if you dared to refuse him he would cry and beg so pathetically.

you made him this way why didn't you want him? he would often cry until you feel guilty for destroying his humanity. you always gave into him. he always got clingier. he tried not to get in your way during work but one day you let him lay his head on your lap and sit in your office quietly all day. so you had to let him again the next day.

if he really pushed too far you would lock him in an old attic room. oh how he sobbed. you would open the door the next day to be met with his bloodshot eyes that held no light. he would kiss your shoes and cling to your legs while he spoke hoarse apologies. you always forgave him and carried him in your arms to eat breakfast.

on the occasions that you two went to a party held by your fellow vampire lords he would always try to show off. you'd buy him new clothes and a new ribbon to hide his old scars. he liked being the most beautiful arm candy for you. it wasn't unusual for high quality pets to get passed around at these parties. at the end of the night he would often find himself in a strange bed, dizzy from being bled and pathetically crying for you.

your dear pet had spent the whole night being ravaged while you were doing business. his naked and used body laying in the unfamiliar bed, barely conscious. you sighed as you sunk onto the bed, your added weight causing him to shift slightly but he made no noise. usually by now he would be sobbing and reaching wildly for you, those degenerates must have really worked him hard.

you reached out and played with a piece of his hair. "I'm sorry, you poor pathetic creature."

your cold lifeless hands gently brush against his warm cheek. his body finally shifts a little, instinctively pulling away from the cold. you can't help the sad smile that falls on your lips seeing that. you forget how cold you are with how he clings to you at every opportunity. you can smell his blood right now and the tug of your instincts tells you to feed. you forget that you're a monster with how he treats you with such adoration and reverence.

"your life would have been better if you never met me." you push his hair away from his neck, revealing the old scars with fresh wounds scattered among them. your fingers brush against his pulse and he gasps.

you watch his olive eyes blink open slowly, they look almost too heavy to open. you want to gently close them like one would a corpse but the wide smile that spreads across his face stops you. if your heart could still beat you're sure it would have skipped.

"good morning." you said softly.

he used all his remaining strength to wrap around your waist. "y/n..."

his voice is so hoarse and he sounds so exhausted but there's the undeniable happiness. you guide his head to your lap, cold fingers twirling around his hair again.

"was i good...?" his eyes blinked slow again.

"yes. you were so amazing again tonight." you felt the weight of guilt pressing against your chest.

"reward m'...~" you knew he was asking you to indulge in him as so many others had tonight so you just ignored him.

you gently gathered him up in your arms, the top sheet draping over his body. you grabbed his discarded ribbon off the bed before you began carrying him out. the ribbon was sat on his stomach and his weak hands fiddled with it idly. he seemed to be too deep in thought to let sleep overtake him again.

"master... 'm glad you made me...." he nuzzled his head against your chest.

"your father made you." you corrected as you approached your carriage.

"no... y'... made m' y'r pathetic creature." his eyes finally started to close. "so glad m' life is master's.."

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kpoplustzone · 8 months ago

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Bottoms up - IU Smut Part 2

IUXOC

Part 2 of the series

This series will be a continuation of the same OC character called Kim and there will be many Idols that will come into his life and have sex with him. this is kind of a harem story if it can be said so. The OC character will go through various exciting and erotic situations with the idols where he fucks them senseless. I will try to create a continuous type of storytelling where the previous part naturally connects with the part I am writing to.

IU X OC SMUT

Kim Slowly stood up and his big thick cock slowly presented itself in its full glory in front of her. IU looked at the thing that was just inches away from her that was glistening with her saliva and pussy juices. She slowly raised her hand and gripped it giving it a slow stroke up and down. Kim looked at the gorgeous woman who was staring at his cock and biting her lips considering whether she should suck on it once again. she was still stroking and trying to decide when a loud knock interrupted them.

"Noona. it's time to go. We have booked the hotel for dinner. all the staff are ready and good to go. Have you seen Kim Ajhussi, I have to tell him about it"

Her manager spoke from outside the door feeling sorry that he disturbed her alone time. He always felt lucky that he was working with one of the most beautiful women in Korea. She was always kind to him and he also felt that whoever was lucky to be her boyfriend was definitely lucky. he would never dream about something like that and he knew that she was level above people like him. but not even in his wildest dream he would have dreamt that the so-called goddess was on her knees stroking someone way older than her and him with such lust in her eyes.

IU heard her manager but her eyes never looked away from the cock in front of her as she stroked it and slowly it started getting semi hard which was still an impressive size. She looked up at the man and sighed.

"Wait for me with the staff. I will be out in 5 minutes. I will call Kim Ajhussi and tell him to pick you all up."

IU got her lips closer to the cock in her hand, gave it a slight kiss, and continued to kiss his pubic region, then her red lips continued kissing his whole body as she slowly stood up. Kim looked at the woman standing in front of him bare-naked. For him, it was such a beautiful sight. the perky but firm breasts, and toned abs which were the result of her training in the gym, and his eyes went down to her red moist pussy, which he enjoyed some minutes ago. He does get why men in Korea are obsessed with this woman.

IU looked at the old man standing in front of her his eyes looking at her up and down with naked lust. She had seen this look many times in her life but only from this person she could feel her body trembling from pleasure just from his gaze. Kim looked at IU who was trembling in front of him with her pussy dripping wet. He could not see the strong, confident, and graceful figure that charmed almost 70k fans just hours ago. He strode forward and pulled her into his arms and slowly started rubbing his cock with her ass.

He slowly brought his lips near her ears and whispered, "Ji eun ah. Should we do it one more time before we go ?"

IU shuddered as soft hot breath tickled her earlobes and she softly rubbed her thighs together to satisfy her leaking pussy. He knows every sensitive spot on her body. His rough hands slightly grazed her sexy red lips, tracing their full shape, and slowly his fingers pried open her mouth. IU started licking and slurping his fingers as though it was his long thick cock. Although she had dated before, this was the first time her body had surrendered completely. She was ready to do anything to give the man behind her pleasure.

The pride and grace had been completely washed away from her when he completely conquered her body.

KIM looked at the K-pop queen who was sucking and slurping his fingers with her eyes closed, and his gaze finally landed on her full perky breasts. Fans have always wondered how perky her tits are. She had always teased them by giving enough of a peek at her perky tits. His other hand slowly moved down slightly, touching her fair neck and slightly cupping her full breasts. The slight touch caused her body to arch backward, resting her head on his shoulder, and a heavy moan escaped her lips. And

He started teasing her by tracing his fingers along her breasts very near her sensitive pink nipples. He could feel her breath hasten as he brought his fingers close to her pink buds. She wanted him to touch it and play with it but the teasing was unbearable for her. Her whole body started trembling from the sheer amount of pleasure running through her body and her hand clutched onto his gray locks urging him to give her release.

He slowly brought his hips forward and placed his thick hard cock along her pussy lips. IU let out another moan as she felt the hot hard cock on her pussy. KIM groaned as he thrust her again and again, sandwiching his cock between her fleshy thighs. IU could only moan and groan as she felt her whole body dancing with pleasure and the room was filled with her moans.

KIM started groping and twisting her perky tits and pinching her nipples as his hips started getting faster and faster. IU forgot that she was getting humped by an old man backstage in her concert hall with her staff waiting for her and the fans who fantasized about fucking her, but all the luck was for this old man on whose dick she was trembling and moaning on.

She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. She was close to cumming for the second time on the same day. She clutched onto his arm with her small hands as he railed his hard cock on her pussy lips and soon her whole body jerked as she came on his hard thick cock. Her knees gave out power, and she slowly fell on the floor panting and sweating.

She could only look at the hard thing in front of her, still standing proud in amazement. This old man had so much stamina even a young woman like her could not cope with it. She looked up and could feel his eyes on her. He wanted her to finish him too.

Her lips curled up and soon the same devious IU that people love came out as she slowly stood up and picked a white tee near her and put it on covering her bare tits up. Soon she covered her still quivering pussy with a short skirt, not bothering to wear any panties.

The old man could only stand there confused with his full dick on display as the beauty in front of her started to dress.

"Ji eun ah what about me? Are you going to leave me like this" he asked, as he pointed at his thick cock.

IU shrugged as she walked forward and gave him a kiss on his lips and a stroke on his cock.

"We don't have time. We are already late. We can continue this after we go home, but now we have to go to dinner with the staff. You should go first and get ready with the car. I will come after some time."

IU let out a giggle as she walked away from him to go outside and greet her staff.

Kim looked at the closed door behind and then at his hard cock. He could only sigh as he tried hard to tuck his hard-on inside his pants and exit the room through the other door to the parking space to get his vehicle.

He drove the SUV towards the entrance of the concert stadium as rows and rows of fans were waiting for IU. They were chanting her name and waiting for her. He could only pity them because while they were waiting their beloved idol was busy sucking someone's cock.

He looked towards the entrance hearing loud cheers as a stunning beauty in a white t-shirt and a small skirt came through the door. She started waving and looking around smiling at fans and cameras. Kim looked through the window and his already hard cock tightened in his pants because when she was waving one could see all the way through her loose t-shirt. Even a bit of nipples were visible as fans rushed to take videos and pictures for future use.

He could see her smile and he knew she was doing this intentionally. A bit of a fanservice for her fans who were waiting for such A LONG TIME.

She entered the vehicle showing hearts and smiling to her fans. IU occupied the seat behind him and her manager sat behind her. Kim started the car and drove to the exit of the road. The hotel the staff booked was just a short ride of 10 minutes. Kim looked through the mirror and saw IU talking with her manager about the concert.

She looked forward and caught KIM staring at her through the front mirror and a sly smile formed on her lips. She adjusted herself so that the manager behind her could not see what was happening although it was not needed because he was looking at schedules and preparation. IU looked at Kim through the front mirror and slowly started opening her legs while slowly raising her skirt all the way up to her hips.

The wet dripping pussy was in front of him in full glory as he took in the beautiful view through his front mirror. His already hard cock strained hard against his jeans as IU slowly licked her lips and started fingering herself without the manager behind her noticing it.

Kim could only gulp and stare at her pussy for some time but soon was disappointed when she closed her smooth legs and gave him a smirk. Soon the journey to the hotel was over and she exited with her manager while giving him a gentle smile.

Inside the hotel

Kim sat in a corner with all the staff almost 15 of them including her stylists, makeup artists, and managers and he was bored as all of them were very young and he was the only old one out of them. naturally younger people would band together and ignore the older ones. IU had not yet arrived in the private room but the drinks had started flowing as they had been already ordered.

When he was thinking about gulping another glass of beer down the door to the room opened and the boss appeared. She was wearing the same white tee and a black short skirt. He could see the male gazes scanning her figure from head to toe. Young men present in the room cannot be blamed for this as they are working with such a goddess.

IU looked around the room after greeting all of them and when she spotted a seat near Kim she walked over and sat near him. The people in the room started drinking and eating and all of them were in a festive mood as IU joked around with them.

Kim could smell a familiar fragrance around him that was coming from her. He had breathed In that scent just some time ago and now smelling that familiar scent his cock hardened again, he looked at her and she was talking to her stylist who was sitting on the other side of her.

Kim slowly opened his fly and let out his hard cock giving him some relief looking around and that nobody was looking at him he slowly moved his hands under the table and grasped IU'S hand.

IU who was talking to the stylist suddenly jerked when her hand was held and guided to a hard thick thing. She turned her head towards him and then turned around like nothing happened but her hand stayed on his cock stroking him up and down. All the staff members were having a good time but only Kim was having his best day with the queen stroking him under the table.

He felt proud looking at the young men around the table who were looking at Iu with list in their eyes but they could never even touch her but here he was having his dick stroked by her.

Iu played with his dick under the table stroking slowly and also running her hands throughout the long cock sometimes pausing to run her fingers along the red tip taking all the precum on her fingers. She lifted her hand and took a fry from the table with the same fingers coated with his precum and put it in her mouth while looking at him. She even licked her fingers clean.

She looked down and seeing the cock in full glory once again started stroking him this time even faster. Her hands started going up and down even faster as she wanted to suck up all the cum inside his balls.

KIM could feel her soft hands gripping his cock and the pleasure from her stroking made him almost grunt but he could only grit his teeth and stay silent. He could feel that he was getting near. Usually, he lasts longer but this time the amount of teasing he had to endure from Iu made him unable to hold back. He let out a small grunt.

IU looked at the old man beside her and from the throbbing she felt from the cock in her hands she knew he was near. Her hands started going up and down even faster and soon she felt his dick jerking.

KIM wanted to let it all out but his breath stopped when IU slowly took a beer glass from the table and without anyone noticing she brought it down the table placing it under his dick.

This was the last thing that triggered Kim to spurt out a large amount of cum and everything fell into the beer glass covering his cock.

KIM looked around and saw everyone was getting drunk and no one was noticing their goddess was collecting cum under the table making him spurt out even more cum for her.

IU slowly raised the glass from under the table and seeing the large amount of cum in the glass licked her lips. She took a bottle of beer from the table and poured it into the glass mixing it with the cum inside it.

Kim could only watch all this with his mouth wide open as she cheered with others and downed the whole drink along with all his cum.

She slowly leaned close to him and whispered

"Ajhussi, don't go home today, you need to fuck me until the morning before I go on the worldwide tour"

Kim nodded with expectation as her hand once again grabbed his cock and stayed there for the rest of the dinner.

#kpop smut #seohyun #kpop #twice #twice nayeon #twice jihyo #twice sana #iu smut #karina smut #karina

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squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame · 2 months ago

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please write about Dae-ho having the biggest crush on reader(who is part of another team)and Jung-Bae tease the fuck out of him because he’s so obvious about it but he’s such a puppy that he’s to shy to even look at reader straight into her eyes

Yes pookie!!!!❤️❤️

HEART ON HIS SLEEVE

Character: Kang Dae-Ho X fem!reader

Summary: Dae-Ho has the biggest crush on you, but he’s so painfully shy that he can’t even look you in the eye. Jung-Bae, being the menace that he is, makes sure everyone—including you—knows just how obvious Dae-Ho’s feelings are.

Warnings: none🦑🦑

** Dae-Ho has the biggest crush on you, but he’s so painfully shy that he can’t even look you in the eye. Jung-Bae, being the menace that he is, makes sure everyone—including you—knows just how obvious Dae-Ho’s feelings are.

Dae-Ho was not subtle. If anything, he was probably the least subtle person in the entire competition.

At least, that’s what Jung-Bae claimed every time he caught Dae-Ho stealing glances at you from across the room. “Dude,” Jung-Bae drawled, elbowing Dae-Ho in the ribs as they waited for the next game to be announced. “You’re staring again.”

Dae-Ho nearly choked on air, his head snapping back toward the floor as if looking away fast enough would undo the crime of admiring you. “I—I wasn’t,” he stammered, voice barely above a whisper.

Jung-Bae just grinned, shaking his head. “Yeah? So you just happen to turn red every time she walks by?”

Dae-Ho groaned, covering his face with his hands. “You’re so annoying.”

“And you’re a lovesick puppy.”

Jung-Bae’s teasing wasn’t exactly new. Ever since he figured out that Dae-Ho had a thing for you, he had made it his mission to make his life a living hell.

To be fair, it wasn’t like Dae-Ho was good at hiding it. Every time you were nearby, his ears turned pink. If you so much as glanced in his direction, he panicked like a deer caught in headlights. And if you ever actually spoke to him? Game over.

The last time that happened, you had only asked if he wanted to sit next to you during lunch. Instead of answering like a normal human being, Dae-Ho nearly dropped his tray and mumbled something incomprehensible before running away. Jung-Bae had never let him live it down.

“Hey, you think they’d swap teams if you asked nicely?” Jung-Bae smirked, glancing toward you, where you sat with your own group, chatting and laughing.

Dae-Ho went stiff. “Shut up.”

“Aw, come on,” Jung-Bae said, slinging an arm around Dae-Ho’s shoulders. “We both know you’d love it.”

“Not happening.”

“Why not? Then you could actually talk to her instead of making heart eyes from across the room.”

Dae-Ho swatted his arm away, muttering something under his breath. Jung-Bae snickered.

Unfortunately for Dae-Ho, the universe seemed to love watching him suffer—because at that exact moment, you got up and started walking toward them. “Oh shit,” Jung-Bae whispered, barely holding back his laughter. “Incoming.”

Dae-Ho froze. His heart pounded as he watched you approach, looking completely unaware of the absolute crisis you were about to throw him into.

“Hey, guys,” you greeted, smiling. Jung-Bae gave you a lazy grin. “Hey, Y/N.”

Dae-Ho, on the other hand, forgot how to function. His throat felt dry. His palms were sweaty. Was it just him, or was it suddenly a million degrees in here?

Jung-Bae, being the menace he was, nudged Dae-Ho forward. “Got something to say, big guy?”

Dae-Ho wanted to die.

“No— I mean—” He finally managed to look at you, only to immediately regret it. Your eyes were so bright, so full of curiosity, and—oh god—you were tilting your head just slightly, waiting for him to speak.

His brain short-circuited.

“Hi,” he blurted out. There was a beat of silence. Then Jung-Bae snorted.

“Hi,” you echoed, biting back a smile. “I just wanted to ask if you two wanted to team up for the next game.”

Dae-Ho was pretty sure he was having a heart attack.

Teaming up? With you? In a game that could mean life or death? Where he’d have to actually talk to you?

Jung-Bae, of course, wasn’t about to let him off the hook. “Dae-Ho was just saying how much he’d love that,” he said, grinning. Dae-Ho whipped his head around so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. “I—” Jung-Bae gave him a look. Dude. Say yes.

Dae-Ho swallowed hard, looking back at you. His mouth was dry, his heart still racing. But you were waiting.

“Y-Yeah,” he managed. “That— That’d be nice.”

Your smile widened. “Great. See you then.” As you walked away, Dae-Ho let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. His entire body was burning.

Jung-Bae patted his back with a laugh. “Proud of you, buddy.”

Dae-Ho groaned. “Shut up.”

Jung-Bae didn’t shut up. But for once, Dae-Ho didn’t mind. Because despite how embarrassing that was, despite his heart still hammering in his chest, one thing was clear— He was teaming up with you.

And maybe, just maybe, he’d finally get the chance to talk to you without feeling like his soul was going to leave his body.

…Maybe.

🦑🦑🦑

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staytinyville · 11 months ago

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Cruel Summer

↣ Summary: It was never really brought up what Jeonghan did for a living. You didn’t live under a rock, however you just didn’t want your summer to go to waste.

↣ Characters/Pairing: Jeonghan x reader

↣ Genre: mature

↣ AU/Trope info: idol!jeonghan, summer romance, fwb

↣ Word Count: 5.4k

↣ Warnings: oral (m and f recieving) honestly nothing is really hardcore and I feel I sucked at this smut so I really don't know what to put lol

↣ A/N: We love song fics. I had to ask who I wanted for this song and there were a couple but I wanted to do Seventeen. I have more Taylor swift song fics to make honestly. This is for the Taylor Swift Fic event on my page. Please read some of the other amazing writers who are swifties just as much as the next person!

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The cold air of the A/C blowing in your rented out apartment, blasted out the door the moment you opened it. You shoved the man inside without a care, slamming him against the wall beside door lips finding any part of skin within reach. His snorted, fingers barely catching the door to keep it from making a loud noise as it shut.

Jeonghan snorted, stretching his neck to give you more access. “You’re impatient.”

“Says the one who had his hands down my dress in the uber.” You murmured, tongue licking the sweat that had built up from the club you came from.

“They weren’t down your dress.” He shoved you off him, hands moving along your body as he bunch up the clothing around your waist to reach skin in a hurry.

“The inside of my thigh counts as the same thing.” You breathed, giggling to yourself as he walked you backwards further into your apartment.

Jeonghan found his way to the couch, quickly falling on top of you as you accommodated him between your legs. Your dress has rode up on your hips, exposing your panties to his wandering fingers. You let out breathless moans as the tips teased at your hips. You felt his thumbs dip closer to you core, messaging the bone almost.

He let out a snort from your collarbone, drifting his hands down the sides of your thighs. “You’re literally heating up here.”

You whined, clenching your thighs as his hands rubbed at your inner thighs. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not.” He whispered leaning closer, his lips running along your neck until he reached your mouth. “I can only imagine how you feel wrapped around me.”

Your fingers dug into the back of skull, getting a grunt from him as you lightly scratched at his scalp. “Take off my clothes and all your imaginations will come true.”

He didn’t bother to tease after that. Both of you quickly rushed to take off your clothing. The fabric was thrown across the floor, on the back of the couch—some of it still hanging from your legs.

You moaned as his chest pressed to yours, arms wrapping around his shoulders and hands gripping onto his hair again. He gave breathless groans every time you pulled, his mouth moving harsher against your skin.

It wasn’t a fight for dominance—you didn’t really care who topped. It was just an aggressive game of push and pull. Jeonghan’s teeth would scrape against you and you would pull him back to feel the cold air on your wet skin.

“Fuck, suck pretty skin.” He spoke to himself, reaching the top of your breasts.

“Want to ruin it.” His tongue poked out and gave a flat lick to your nipple.

You squeaked out, pushing your chest farther into his mouth. When he got two licks in for each nipple, he leaned back up, hands flying to your hips as he turned you onto your hands and knees. When you noticed him moving to crouch closer to your heat, you shuffled towards the arm rest to lean over.

You giggled as you caught him ogling your core.

“You’re clenching over nothing.” He said with an open jaw, moving to lightly touch your slick.

You wiggled your hips, teasing him as you felt the tip of his finger probing at your entrance.

“Wait.” He scolded, giving your ass a loud smack.

You gasped, whining as you pushed your hips back. “Do it again.” You pouted, arching your back to give him your ass cheek again.

He chuckled, leaning up as he scooted closer to pull your ass flush against his hips. His palms smoothed over your cheeks letting you think that the inflicted pain was about to come but it hadn’t. When he watched your head turn to give him a pout, that was when his hand reeled back and harshly connected with your asscheek again.

You squeaked, flinching upwards as you wiggled around from the electrifying nerves running through your nerves. Jeonghan moved onto the other side, giving you another smack that quickly caused your skin to burn in a pleasurable way.

He leaned back down, his thumbs spreading your lips apart causing the tips of his fingers to lightly scrape at your most sensitive parts. You panted breathlessly, trying to keep from moving too much from the sensitivity of your nerves.

When you felt his breath hitting your core, you squealed, flinching back and causing your thighs to clench together. You heard his chuckle before you felt his lips fully enclose themselves around your clit. This caused your fingers to scratch at the couch, hips pushing themselves further against his face as he ate you out from behind.

He wasn’t shy with where his tongue and lips went. He gladly sucked on your outer lips while moving to shove his tongue teasing into your hole. And from there he only moved back to suck on your slit once more.

“Jeonghan…”You moaned, falling off the armrest of the couch to arch your back fully.

“You’re so sensitive.” The man teased, laughing into your cunt as you lifted off your knees from all your squirming.

“Taste so good though…” He moaned, eyes hooding over as he looked back down to your core. “How many fingers can you fit?” He asked himself.

You moaned louder when he pressed his middle finger into your heat, biting his lip at how warm and tight you felt clenching on his one finger. He sucked on his teeth and grinned wickedly when he easily found your sweet spot inside, wasting no time putting in a second finger.

You panting had him quickly leaning up and wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from moving. His hips pulled your heated ass flush to him as he fingers suddenly began to curl into your g-spot.

The wet sound of Jeonghan’s fingers paired with the way he was lightly pushing at your good spot had you groaning louder, throat going dry from not being able to swallow your spit. It was when his other hand pulled around to play with your clit that you began to see black cloud around your eyes and your legs gave out on you causing you to fall forward from his fingers.

“Jeonghan…” You whined softly, body twitching as your orgasm spread through your body.

He shifted once more, getting to his knees as he spread your ass apart to lick up the mess you left between your thighs. You mewled softly, hips slowly rotating as he lightly probed at you with his tongue. You turned on your back when you finally got your bearings together, giving him a giggle.

He went back to cleaning you up, looking up at you from between your thighs. You smiled as you watched him grin, hand lightly treading through his hair.

“My turn?” You grinned, scratching his scalp causing him to roll his eyes back.

He slurped loudly as he leaned up, climbing back onto the couch. His tongue swiped across his lips, being greedy and going all the way out to reach his chin in a teasing manner. You laughed again, quickly coming back which surprised Jeonghan how ready you were to go after an orgasm.

As your legs moved to make room on the couch, he sat against the other armrest, legs spreading open as one arm moved to the back of the couch.

He gave his hard leaking member a glance, lips pulled over his teeth in a sharp grin. “Be my guest.”

“I’m going to look the menu over so I know what I want to order. That way we don’t have to wait the moment we are seated.” You told your friend, quickly pulling out your phone to find the restaurant's menu online.

“That’s smart.” Your two other friends pulled out their own devices, following your lead.

It was girl’s night out, and while you would have enjoyed going out to a club or bar, you had already done that last night out so this time around was tame compared to those adventures. Rather than getting sweaty against other equally as sweaty bodies, the night was going to be spent at a popular steak house enjoying gossip about the past couple of weeks.

Besides, you hadn’t gotten the chance to tell your friends all about your sexcapade from two weeks ago. All they knew was that you had gone out with a man who you claimed to them you trusted enough. If anything you were shocked he trusted you.

“Oh! We’ll set a table up for you boys right away!” The hostess spoke up loudly, causing everyone who had been waiting for a table to huff quietly at the special treatment the people who had walked in seemed to get.

You glance up to see who it had been, eyebrows raising when you notice one of the men with a neat bun tied at the bottom of his neck. Your eyes went wide, eyebrows raising as a grin seemed to overtake your lips. Your leg began to bounce up and down in anticipation, body fidgeting as you wanted him to find you waiting there but didn’t want to draw attention to yourself.

Him and his 5 other friends waited on the other side of the lobby, his hands in his pockets as he laughed at something one of them said. They were dressed to the nines–as one usually is in the kind of restaurant you had gone to. It wasn’t a suit and tie but it for sure was much more formal than his leather jacket from the club.

It had been two weeks since you had been with him. You remember him leaving in the afternoon after you both woke up. He was a gentleman, nothing really awkward between the two of you as you both got ready for the rest of the day. He told you he had the day off but you explained you didn’t want to keep him, opting to walk him to the front door.

You both felt content with the night, not really thinking anything of it because there weren't any stale feelings that morning when you both were sober. You waved goodbye at him with a bright smile on your face, the stress of the week having been taken care of by him. And he walked with a pep in his step, a giggle falling from your lips.

There wasn’t an exchange of numbers or socials. You both had thought that it was a one time thing that wasn’t going to continue not matter how good it was. And yet here you both were two weeks later at the same restaurant with the same group of friends.

“Okay, we got what we want to eat.” One of your friends spoke up, making you turn.

“We are ready for you!” The hostess called out, smiling at the group of men.

One of your friends scoffed loudly, crossing her arms as she had a glare on her face from seeing the group of men get seated before everyone else just because they got special treatment. It caught the attention of some of them but they didn’t pay any mind to the upset woman, following the hostess to reach their table.

However, Jeonghan had been one of the men who looked over, seemingly doing a double take at the bashful smile you had on your face as he made eye contact with you. He began to smirk to himself, standing up straighter and fixing his tie for a moment. With one last glance at you, he followed his group of friends.

“Group of five?” The hostess called after a couple of minutes, watching as your group stood up to follow.

You had been seated at a circle booth in the corner of the restaurant, allowing your friends to slide in as you sat yourself at one of the ends. You fixed your outfit as you got comfortable, placing one leg over the other as you smiled at the waiter who came to ask for your drinks. In order to enjoy the food instead of waiting another two hours, you all told him your orders, content with the way the waiter smiled your way and said that the food would be out as fast as possible.

Jeonghan had been seated close to the middle of the restaurant due to how many people were in his group. So naturally, he had seen your group pass and could easily make out your form at the end of the booth. He had a grin on his face every time he would look up to meet your eyes already looking at him.

While you tried your best to enjoy your time with your group of friends, you couldn’t help but fidget at the way you were able to feel his eyes on you. It wasn’t like he was the only one making sex eyes at the other. You were trying not to be obvious every time you looked over, trying to keep an eye on the conversations your friends were having while also taking a peak at Jeonghan.

After finishing your second fruity drink, you decided it was best to take a restroom break from all the laughing you were doing. It was best not to pee yourself while talking so much trash about other people from your college. What you didn’t catch was someone else also getting up.

When you walked out into the hallway that led to the bathrooms you froze for a moment before laughing to yourself. You grew closer to the man casually leaning against the wall, barely moving his head to look at you.

“Is there a line in the men’s bathroom?” You asked with a smirk.

“Not at all. Just making sure there wasn’t a creepy perv preying on people going to the bathroom by themselves.” Jeonghan swiped his tongue along his lips, his teeth showing in a teasing smile.

“So waiting outside the woman’s bathroom isn’t pervy at all?” You giggled, hands falling onto Jeonghan’s shoulders as his own fell to your hips.

“I was just making sure you were okay.” He pouted playfully.

He looked down at your lips, pulling you closer for a moment. “You didn’t leave me anything to contact you again.” He whispered.

“Didn’t think you wanted something.” You bumped your nose with his, giving him a peck.

“I didn’t.” He shrugged. “However, seeing you again, I think I should ask for it now.”

“Mhm. Liked it that much?”

“Can’t recreate the way you sucked me off.” He hummed.

“Tell me when.” You gave him a kiss, the man sucking in a breath.

He hummed out, pushing you back before looking out to see if anyone was coming to the bathroom. Turning back to you, he took your arm in hand pulling it off him. His hand reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone.

“You’re gonna regret your words.”

It’s not like you did.

It was a bit sporadic the way he would call you up and ask to hook up. You weren’t complaining–you didn’t have much to do at your apartment and no work to keep you busy during the night when the escapades would happen. And being able to destress the week away a few times a week was absolutely amazing.

It really depended on who was in the mood to lead. When he would take control it meant being treated like a pillow princess and get to cum more often than not. Sometimes you had to watch where things went down because you really didn’t want to sleep on a soaked mattress. But you weren’t complaining when you couldn’t feel your legs for a few seconds.

However, when you took the reins, Jeonghan’s breathless moans and head thrown back was just as pleasing. He was more than happy to lean back and allow you to take him as you pleased. Just like in that moment.

There was something about the way Jeonghan had turned up at your apartment with a tired look on his face and a pout. It was one of those where you knew you were going to please him. And you were more than happy to take care of him the way he always took care of you when you called him up.

You had him take off his shirt, arms stretched along the couch and legs spread wide open to accommodate you between them. You were naked, except your panties that you left, giving his stomach light kisses as you tried to get his nerves to become sensitive.

He still wore his jeans, but that was something you personally enjoyed. There was something about being naked in front of him while he still had his clothes on. However, because you were more than happy to allow him time to suck on your nipples it made you want to take off the rest of your clothes before he even did. There was something calming about sucking on some tits.

At that point though, you had him resting on the couch while you pulled his zipper down and ready to pull out his hard length. You enjoyed teasing, mostly to get the nerves fired up which made everything else feel amazing. You had already reached that point though as his skin reached a red color and his adams apple bobbed up and down the closer you got to his cock.

“Can you please get to it?” He breathed out, hips rotating just a bit to catch your attention.

You chuckled. “Impatient.”

You pulled him out, boxers moved to rest under his balls. He lifted his hips up to get the rest of his jeans off and to his knees to be more comfortable, leaning back to allow you room. It had been a tough few days for him so you knew exactly what he wanted.

You didn’t wait anymore, laying your tongue flat against the bottom of his length before dragging it up to his tip. You wrapped your mouth around him, flicking the bottom of his head lightly before sucking with all you could. It was only for a fleeting moment though as you quickly pulled back to grip his length tightly at his base.

You wiggled closer, knees scraping against the fuzzy carpet in your living room. Your nails lightly scratched at his thighs after you placed his cock back in your mouth. This time you didn’t bother to tease him anymore, deciding to go all the way down until your nose was tickled by the trimmed hair he had.

Jeonghan cooed, breathlessly letting out a moan as his hands moved to run his fingers through your scalp. He let out quiet oo’s and aa’s, hips lifting just a bit as he slowly allowed himself to fuck your mouth.

When he felt you keep still at one point, he took it as the moment to start thrusting up. He didn’t try to force himself harder than you could go so he slowly moved back and forth, fingers holding your head up in a delicate manner.

“Sweet girl, thank you.” He moaned out, head falling back against the couch. “Such a pretty mouth. Always so good to me.”

Your cheeks hallowed and you quickly pushed his hips down when his praise reached your ears. When he started to whine the way he did, it made you want to suck the soul out of him. So you would always try to make him reach his high faster.

There was a trick you had that always seemed to make him moan louder. You’d push him down, giving him the signal to stop moving. Then you would take him all the way to the back of your throat–slowly so as to not gag around him. And when you felt comfortable enough, you would use the back of your tongue to suction his tip which would have him whimpering.

“Yes, please.” He moaned.

His fingers went down your scalp again, legs spreading wider.

“You know how to please a guy.” He chuckled, a huff falling from his lips after. “Such a good girl.” He rubbed his fingers along your chin, feeling your throat moving as you took his cock further.

“Gonna cum, baby.” He breathed out, head flying back and hips pushing further into your mouth.

You braced yourself, swallowing more of him so he could cum down your throat. And when you heard his loud groan, fingers moving along his nipples and his hand pushing you further down, you closed your eyes trying not to moan yourself or else you wouldn’t be able to take him all.

When it became too much, you pulled back, swallowing what you could and pumping his hot length to allow him to finish completely. Your throat felt sticky as you kept trying to swallow your spit to get rid of his cum but it didn’t matter when you looked up at Jeonghan’s closed eyes and lips pressed together.

You quietly moaned to yourself, sitting up from the floor to reach over to his lips. He didn’t bother to stop you, allowing your tongue to fall into his mouth and play around with his. He was breathless, feeling up your chest again as he got your nipple hard and played with it.

“You good?” You asked, a teasing smile on your lips and you placed a knee between his legs, leaning closer to allow his face to reach your chest.

He hummed tiredly, going back to sucking your tits once more. “Always.”

He let go with a pop, looking up at you with a teasing grin. “Wanna sit on my cock?”

The following morning you had woken up laying on his naked chest. It wasn’t anything new, ever since the first night it was obvious that he would be staying the night. However, as of recently he had been slowly staying longer than the last.

This time you found yourself making breakfast for two after fully waking up. Last time you were in the midst of making your breakfast when he gave your cheek a kiss and left the front door. You weren’t going to keep him if he didn’t want but since you made food for two, you were going to force him to take the food. You weren’t about to let it go to waste.

You laughed to yourself as he walked into the kitchen with his hair all over the place. “There’s mouthwash in the bathroom. No extra toothbrush though, sorry.” You smiled.

He rolled his eyes playfully, moving along to find the hallway bathroom to wake up fully. When he came out looking a bit better than when he woke up he glanced at the extra plate you had on the table. He was going to open his mouth but you beat him to it.

“I made extra and I’m not going to accept a no to you eating it. I don’t care where you eat it so long as you do. No wasting food.” You tsked, shoving the plate to the other side of the table to get him to sit.

He scoffed. “Bossy.”

But he ended up staying, enjoying the time with you as you talked about miscellaneous things. He told you that he enjoyed getting to wake up later than usual because his place with his roommates was hectic. Usually one of them was up and banging drawers or stomping around.

“I’m going to get going.” Jeonghan spoke up, getting up from his seat as he took his plate to the sink.

He looked at them for a moment before looking over at you making your way over to clean the dishes up.

“Text me when you make it home?” You smiled, looking at his lips.

He rose an eyebrow.

“Gotta make sure you didn’t fall in a manhole on the way or someone kidnapped you.” You giggled. “Then I would be the one they investigating for being the last to see you.”

“Sounds like a hassle.” Jeonghan snorted. “I’ll try not to get kidnapped or fall in a manhole.”

You didn’t try to keep him longer, allowing him the room to leave you home on his own. And as you closed the door after giving him a kiss goodbye, you felt your chest tighten just a bit. It had you locking your jaw, fist clenching against the door handle and feeling irritated with yourself.

What were you going to do at that point?

“You’ve had two drinks and you’re already drunk crying?” Your friend pursed her lips. “It’s been a tough week hasn’t it?”

“Not really. We’ve been doing everything we normally do.” One of your co-worker friends chimed in. “This is something else.”

You had your head on the sticky club table, not really caring for how dirty it might have been. You were just going to go home and wash your face anyway. Once more it was the time again for the night out. This was going to be the last one for a long while though seeing as the college semester was coming up in a couple of days. The end of summer party if you will.

And when summer ends, it usually means all the other good things about it must come to an end as well.

It was only two days ago that you had last talked with Jeonghan. Having him stay for breakfast and spending a bit more time together on the couch as you guys tried to get your things together to have him leave. It felt just a bit harder to let him go. And you weren’t wanting to be hopeful when you noticed that he seemed to have trouble leaving as well.

For the night, you wanted to get drunk and forget about him for just a moment to gather your feelings and tell yourself that things were coming to end. It was your night to come to a conclusion.

This summer thing you had going on was over with as it usually went.

“Another drink!? You sure you can handle it?” Your friend brought you out of your wallowing, looking up to find a waiter had placed another alcoholic drink next to your head.

You looked up at the waiter, giving him a confused face seeing as you hadn’t ordered another beverage yet. He took your expression the right way because he answered you quickly. “That gentleman over there ordered it for you.”

Turning to where he nodded his head, you licked your lips and sighed deeply. Smiling bashfully to yourself, you sat up from your table reaching out for the drink. Raising it in the direction of the man who bought it for you, you were quick to chug it down.

Slamming it onto the table you stood up, catching your friends by surprise. You had your sights on someone and they watched with wide eyes at who it was you were walking towards.

“Are we going to stay here for an hour longer or are we going to get out of here?” You asked, stopping in front of him as he leaned against the table on his side.

Jeonghan smiled at you, chugging the rest of his drink before grabbing his hand and pulling along. You could hear his friends chanting at him, but you still slipped your fingers between his and allowed him to take you towards the entrance of the club.

Like the very first time he took you to his car, placing you in the front seat before getting in himself. As your eyes shut and took in his scent that lingered in the car you suddenly felt like all your energy was let go.

Tears pooled at your lashes, your eyes squeezing shut to keep them from falling but it was inevitable. When you felt a hand be placed on your thigh, you turned to look at Jeonghan who kept his eyes on the road but seemed to have a sober look on his face.

“Summer is ending.” You spoke up, grabbing the hand that was on your thigh.

You smiled as his fingers seemed to tighten around you, messaging into your flesh. “I got classes coming up again so I have to leave for university.”

“We’ll get there when we get there.” Was all he said.

He had you on your hands and knees at that point, face shoved into the pillow as you cuddled it closer to your chest. Your fingers kept clenching and unclenching back arching further as Jeonghan pushed and pulled your hips back and forth on his cock.

“You’re such a good girl, baby.” Jeonghan moaned. “Always so good for me. Everything about you is so perfect.”

You began to push yourself back onto him, causing him to stop thrusting and allowing you to use him.

“Go ahead, use me baby.” He panted.

When you got tired, and stopped for a moment, Jeonghan leaned over your back kissing your shoulder as his hips went back to thrusting in and out.

“Jeonghan.” You whined. “I’m close.”

He quickly pulled himself off and out of you, causing you sputter and cry at the loss of a close coming orgasm. It was quick though, that he turned you over onto your back and shoved himself back in.

“I want to see you cum.” He panted, going hard again to get you to return back to that pleasure. “I need to see your face. It’s always so beautiful when you come.”

This felt different to all those times before. This felt both intimate but in a sad way. You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes but you tried to play it off as pleasure. As he moved your legs to drape them over his shoulders, your moans grew louder as his cock began to hit your good spot.

“Jeonghan!” You cried out, hands flying out to find his skin to touch.

“Cum for me, baby.” He panted, hands wrapped tightly around your thighs and eyes on the way your pussy clenched around his length.

“Fuck…Fuck.” Jeonghan cried out, feeling your core clench around him tightly as your orgasm hit.

He pulled out, watching as you began to squirt on the bed and thrust your hips up. You were sobbing at that point both from pleasure and too much emotion. Jeonghan was quick to look up at your face, sniffling as he softly climbed back on you. You opened your eyes to look at him, hands moving to his cheeks as he gave you a grin.

You pulled him in for a kiss. “Please put it back in.”

“Of course.” He answered you, lining himself back in.

This time he went slow, feeling every throb and squeeze of your walls around him. He was close too with the way he dug his head into your neck and little whines fell from his lips. His hand kept a soft hold on your hips, shifting back and forth as slow as possible as his orgasm built up.

And when it hit, you moaned, feeling the hot load drip out into the condom. You could feel how it heated up your insides, a very small part of your brain zapping with serotonin at the thought that he had came inside without a condom.

Jeonghan stayed in you for a bit longer, allowing his cock to soften before pulling out slowly with a hiss. He ran his fingers through your hair, watching as your tears stained your temples from how you were laying down.

“Aren’t we already as far as we can go?” You told him, bringing up the conversation that you both had in the car.

Your nose started to get runny but you tried not to allow it to bother you to where you had to sniffle and catch his attention. But he was already facing you, wiping away the tears with a soft brush of his thumbs.

“We both knew what we were getting into.” He spoke softly, wiping away your tears. “We still have summer.”

With your semester coming to a start, your phone went off to showcase that a new album had been released from a band you followed on spotify. Quickly opening the app, you placed your headphones on a pressed play.

“What are you listening to?” Your roommate asks.

You snort, taking a look at your phone for notifications. Inhaling deeply, you purse your lips at the empty phone.

“Just the new Seventeen song.”

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whatt-the · 7 months ago

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Gift for @uno-san

College Stanford x milf reader

Content warnings: age gap obviously, stanford is a warning because I am tired of people pretending he isn't odd as hell, fem reader

Author's note: this takes place in an AU where Stanley never ruined ford's project and he got into his dream college. He is taken under the wing of an esteemed scientist, shenanigans (cheating on ur husband in a loveless marriage) ensue.

devious devious art about this coming soon! Both targeted and about the ambiguous "reader".

This is also only part 1 and there will definetly be more to come

Imagine how Stanford felt when first being invited to his mentor's house, after a particularly lengthy discussion on whatever topic the lecture his mentor gave happened to be about. I can imagine all sorts of emotions running through his mind... anxiety, excitement, a bit of shock- he knew he was smart, but he never thought his theories were reasonable enough to challenge his mentor's views: you see, he really idolized that man. Continuing their discussions would be an honor, and the mere mention of publishing multiple papers with him had stanford's mind racing, he could barely contain his joy!

Now, understand that he had plans for the unexpected visit: he'd prove his worth, his technical prowess, anything to get more of that sweet, sweet approval. We both know he didn't have much of that in his youth, neither did he get much of it now... it seems he is always the single oddest character in any given room, even amongst other well educated, motivated students. "Teacher's pet", "tryhard", he couldn't believe it at first- such childish insults at such an esteemed institution? He thought those got left behind in high school. How innocent he is. Regardless:

His plans were to prove himself.

Well, like I said, were.

Right now? His mind couldn't be further from his studies.

He'd made it to the house alongside the professor, the discussion now spanning multiple topics- he was having fun. Rare, considering any of his other interactions with quite literally anyone else.

(Truly the outcomes are deplorable. His social skills are lacking to an astronomical degree, to the point where it is borderline comical how little he knows about human interaction. It is a cliché, the nerd who doesn't know how to socialize, but it wouldn't be so popular of a trope if it didn't often get reflected in reality. Not like he knew it was very popular to begin with: even the claim that he learned to interact with others through books would be false, since he strayed from any sort of romantic narrative. It was out of a feeling of inadequacy, really.)

Then, the door was opened.

And that's when he met you for the first time.

"You! You're Stanford right? I've heard good things from my husband here-"

"Come on, don't flatter the kid yet." Your husband spoke with a chuckle

"Hey! He deserves to hear how good he's doing! Come here." You walked forward and hugged him, it was your way of greeting people. It was warmer and more welcoming- both things the world lacked severely.

(Stanford found himself paralyzed where he stood for a few moments. He'd already found your personality endearing -your appearence even moreso-, and now you're pressed up against him? He simply must be dreaming. You felt so soft against him-- heavens, how long had it been since he'd received a hug? Far too long, clearly, but he doesn't remember them ever feeling this good)

The societal pressure to reply to this action in some way caught up to him fast, however. He was quick to place a hand on your waist, his range of motion being limited from your arms wrapping around his own. He may experience the social pressure, but he really has no clue what's appropriate and what isn't, huh? Cute.

(Had he a modicum of self control, he'd most definetly have had a much more timely and well adjusted response to your touch, but amidst the smell of your perfume, your soft arms around him, your hair tickling against his face, the feeling of your hands on his back... nothing carried the same weight as your presence did, who could blame him for doing what his mind instructed him to do and touch you back somehow? He'll come to find that he will blame himself very much for this interaction. No one more judgemental on his behaviors than the one responsible for them)

Once you pulled back from him, you were quick to usher them inside and offer them snacks, reasoning that they'd deserved something nice after studying and debating so much on so many topics. Your husband eagerly agreed and impatiently waited for your food through busying himself by unearthing blueprints and all sorts of different research papers so there would be grounds for his and ford's endless theorizing.

And thus, as you left, Stanford was left with his own thoughts. He made note of the fact that those very same thoughts were entirely consumed by you: how you dressed, how you looked, how soft your hair was, how lovely your voice sounded; all things that brought him much joy to think about, but equal parts of shame. He didn't necessarily want to have any such invasive thoughts about his professor's wife, yet there he is, with his thoughts growing more wretched by the minute. It's almost like his brain was against him: guiding thoughts that had him blushing at the very visage into his mind's eye. He wanted your hands on his back again- he wanted you to drag your nails across it-- he wanted to feel your lips on his, he wanted to feel your breath grow shaky against him--

"Here it is!! Sorry for the wait"

Papers getting dropped on the table and a thankful sigh were the next things he heard. His professor turned to him, instructing him to sit at the table, since "if you don't come quick, there won't be any left for you!"

Your food was great, simply regarded as the usual to your husband, but seen as the world's 8th wonder by Stanford. When asked if he was enjoying the food, he quickly assured you that he was absolutely enjoying it, making sure to remark that it is "the best thing he's had since he entered college", which was not at all a lie, considering he was surviving off of microwaved cup noodles and the occasional granola bar- but even he knew that was too pathetic for him to mention at all.

Your husband and Stanford made quick work of the snacks and promptly got back to... spewing big pompous words and numbers at eachother... at least it seems they were having fun, considering they'd laugh toguether on occasion. That must be a good sign? You weren't entirely sure what was happening with those 2, and you took to not interrupting them in lest you break their chain of thought.

The afternoon went by in the blink of an eye to them. Discussions on various theories followed by reading research papers followed by sketching on blueprints followed by more reading research papers. It was their passion, it seems. However, ford was greatly saddened that it was already so late- he knew full well that if he stayed any longer he'd end up spending the night on your couch, so both him and his professor agreed that it was very much time for him to go back to campus snd consequently to the dorms.

Of course, that wasn't going to happen before he got to say goodbye to you. Even if he was embarrassed to look you in the eye after a full day of... various thoughts about you, he couldn't seem to get enough of your presence. Making his way towards the front door, you were the only one who accompanied him, since your husband was quite busy organizing the mess him and his pupil had created throughout the day.

As you stood at the doorway, you saw yourself growing quite sorrowful that he'd be leaving already, he was quite interesting to you. However, nothing could have prepared neither you nor him for what he did next. He turned around to face you once more, seemingly debating something in his mind for an instant. But, just as quickly as his uncertainty was noticed, it vanished, being replaced by a conviction and fervor he didn't expect from himself -his self control seemed to disappear when he was with you- .Thus, he gently took a hold of your hand and brought it up to his height, kissing the back of it lightly. You could feel your heart skip a beat; you hadn't experienced any such romantic gestures in... god knows how long. As he pulled back, you spoke.

"I-it was... lovely meeting you Stanford." You squeezed his hand as you took a step forward. As soon as he returned your sentiment, he was gone. Though, in the look you both shared during those brief moments, you both knew this wasn't going to be the last time he'd be in this house.

You'd both make sure of it.

Stanford's professor after ford practically begged to go back to his house again: "did you really like her cooking that much?"

Stanford, sweating profusely: "yeah.. her.. . Cooking......"

#gravity falls #gravity falls x reader #stanford pines x reader #stanford pines x you #this LOSER is about to get his world ROCKED #can ya'll tell that I actually wish I could punch stanford?? no???#good. you shouldn't

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luvsymai · 9 months ago

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I loved your fic where reader and katsuki die I was wondering if you could do a I sorta guess like a part two with people finding them I don’t if you write that kinda thing so sorry if you don’t! -anon🐛

The Final Spark 2 ; Katsuki Bakugo

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Major character deaths, …

<- Masterlist

<- Part one // Part two // Part three

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The battlefield, once a place of heroic dreams and ambitions, was now a desolate graveyard. Smoke lingered in the air, mingling with the metallic scent of blood. The devastation was complete, and the silence was suffocating. Among the ruins, the remaining heroes scoured the area, looking for any sign of life, any flicker of hope amidst the carnage.

Izuku Midoriya, his face etched with exhaustion and grief, moved slowly through the wreckage. Every fallen hero and civilian they encountered tore at his heart, but he kept moving, driven by a desperate need to find his friends. His heart sank deeper with every step, his mind refusing to accept the worst.

It was Kirishima who found them first. His usually bright eyes dulled with sorrow as he called out to the others. "Guys, over here," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Midoriya and the others rushed to his side, only to be met with a heart-wrenching sight. Their friend, Katsuki, laying motionless on the ground, his arms tightly wrapped around you. His face, usually so fierce and determined, was softened in a final act of protection and love. You both looked peaceful, as if sleeping, but the blood and the stillness told a different story.

"No... no, this can't be," Midoriya muttered, falling to his knees beside his childhood friend. Tears streamed down his face as he reached out, his hand trembling. "Kacchan... please, wake up..."

Kirishima's face contorted with grief as he knelt next to Bakugo, his hand gently resting on his friend's shoulder. "He fought so hard... they both did," he said, his voice breaking. "He... he never gave up."

Even though Katsuki was mostly rude towards them, they knew deep down inside of him, that he was fond of them.

Ochaco Uraraka, standing nearby, covered her mouth with her hand, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Bakugo was… Bakugo was holding them…" she said softly, her voice filled with a mix of sorrow and bittersweet warmth. "Even in the end, they were together."

Midoriya gently tried to pry Katsuki’s hold on you, but it was locked in a death grip. "He's... he's holding on so tightly," he said, his voice shaking. "We... we can't separate them."

Shoto Todoroki, his usual stoic expression replaced with one of profound sadness, knelt beside Midoriya. "We won't," he said quietly. "They'll be buried together, just as they should be."

The heroes worked in silence, carefully lifting the entwined bodies of Katsuki and you. Every movement was filled with reverence and sorrow, the weight of the moment pressing down on them. As they carried you both from the battlefield, the reality of their loss settled heavily on their shoulders.

Back at the makeshift camp, the news spread quickly. The other heroes and civilians gathered, paying their respects to the fallen. There were no words to express the depth of their grief, but their silence spoke volumes.

A funeral was held shortly after, a somber affair that brought together friends, family, and comrades. The sky was overcast, as if the heavens themselves were mourning. Katsuki and you were laid to rest side by side, his arms still wrapped protectively around you. The gravestones, simple yet poignant, bore your names and the legacy of your bravery.

As the ceremony drew to a close, Midoriya stepped forward, his voice breaking as he spoke. "Kacchan... you were always so strong, so fierce. You never backed down, never gave up. You were our hero.” He took a deep breath in. “And (Name)... you’re the kindest person I’ve ever met, you were quick to jump into action. You had a heart of a hero. You stood by his side through everything. Your courage and love were a light in this dark world. We'll never forget you. We promise to keep fighting, to honor your memory."

The crowd slowly dispersed, but Midoriya, Kirishima, and a few others remained, unable to leave just yet. They stood in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, their hearts heavy with loss.

Finally, Midoriya spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Goodbye, Kacchan. Goodbye, (Name). We'll miss you... so much."

As they walked away, the memory of Bakugo’s protective embrace and the love that bound you together lingered in their minds. It was a reminder of the cost of their fight, of the sacrifices made. And though their hearts were broken, they knew they had to carry on, for you, for Bakugo, and for the future you had both fought so hard to protect.

(A/N) Hope you guys like this! (Spoilers for KNY) I was kind of inspired by Mitsuri and Obanai for the death scene :)

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Pillow; Gideon Coal

Legends of Avantris; Once Upon a Witchlight

Summary: Gideon is a lot more soft-hearted than you originally thought. You never would have imagined that the genasi would start letting more and more of his walls down the more the both of you seem to grow together. After he thrones himself as your personal pillow, you can’t help but fall for him as the days go on.

CW: Slight OOC Gideon(? I’ve never actually written him before, even as a side character, so please lmk if this is OOC or Canon leaning 🙏), Alcohol/Booze (no drunkenness; tipsiness), slowburn(?), slight Kremy x reader/poly coalecroux x reader but it’s mostly Gideon, kinda ass lmao.

Word Count: 7.9k

A/N: Thank you Anon for giving me this idea! I usually feel weird writing Gideon without Kremy or vice versa, and I’m not sure proud of this fic overall but I think I figured it out. <33 Again, thank you for the idea and hope you all enjoy!

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The sounds of empty glasses clinking together, echoed laughter, and chatting about kept your ears stimulated. It wasn’t loud by any means, but it kept your senses busy. The whiff of whiskey and other booze wafted your way, filling your nose. You could almost taste it. It was a comfortable and relaxing setting.

You leaned into the soft corner of the bar couch, a glass of booze loosely in your hand. You watched as Frost sipped his drink at the bar counter, his goblin companion shotgunning some random alcohol someone gave him. Torbek and Twig were messing with the game machines in the corner, trying to figure out how to play without the coins required. Kremy was nowhere to be seen, the designated sober one of the group off doing god knows what for the time being.

Gideon sat beside you on the other end of the couch, laughing with the glass of whiskey and coke perked against his lips as a girl told him a joke. The little ember sparks erupted from his hair and beard from the tipsy joy, his ears wiggling at the ends. He took up a third of the couch just on his own, though the flirting girl sitting on the arm of it definitely made him look a bit bigger.

You listened to their conversation loosely, used to the shenanigans that often came with being with the group when alcohol was involved. You had only been traveling with them for a few months, four at most, and in that time you all had only had drinks together a handful of times. The tipsiness lightened the mood, coaxed muscles to relax and brains to muddle. It was nice when the group didn’t overdo it.

You felt a nudge and blinked, glancing towards Gideon who was empty of a girl glued to his side. His whiskey glass was gone, though the smell of it wasn’t gone. “Hm?”

“I was askin’ what you were starin’ so hard at,” Gideon lightheartedly inquired, nudging you once more in a joking tone. “Alcohol isn’t fryin’ ya is it?”

You smiled, shaking your head as you sat your beverage on the side table. “Of course not, I was just listening to everything going on.”

Gideon nodded, leaning back in his spot and looking out to the group like you had. At this point, Gricko was starting to get pretty drunk and Frost was pushing the goblin back to his seat with the other hand holding up the tabaxi’s salt rimmed margarita, gulping it whole. You thought it was amusing, smiling as you adjusted your position on the couch. You brought your legs up to your chest, feet dangling off barely, as you relaxed into the cushioning.

Gideon looked at you again, a small tipsy grin on his lips. “Hey, I’ve been wonderin’ what your favorite drink is,” he spoke randomly. You gave him a quizzical look and he shrugged, gesturing towards the bar with his head. “I was gonna get another one and thought I’d be nice and getcha one too.”

You playfully scoffed, rolling your eyes as you lifted your half-full beverage and rattled it around for him to see. “If you want to offer me a drink I have to be done with the one I have.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, a “psh” sound erupting from his lips when you held your drink up. “What, I can’t be generous for once in my life? C’mon, what’s your favorite drink? Even if it’s for future reference.”

“You first,” you toyed, smiling as you took a swig of your beverage. “I wanna know if you like that whiskey as much as you drink it.”

Gideon chuckled a bit, shrugging once more. “Whiskey’s a’right, but I prefer some fireball whiskey.”

“That’s literally just whiskey,” you chuckled out, watching as the genasi smirked at your response. “So your favorite is whiskey? I thought you’d surprise me and say strawberry daiquiris or something.”

“Fireball whiskey is better ‘cuz it’s cinnamon whiskey, it makes it better!” He insisted, crossing his arms in a playful defense. “Now you gotta tell me your favorite.”

You rolled your eyes, finishing your current drink with a refreshed sigh. Telling him your favorite, he hopped up and strode his way towards the bar. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you watched the genasi walk farther and farther away.

Over the months, you came to the conclusion that he was just a magnet for the ladies specifically. When in town he always had one around him, it was his thing. He seemed to enjoy it, it boosted his ego. While they were after his body more than anything, you found yourself always magnetizing to his personality. You wanted to know more about him more than anything. You grew more and more curious as the weeks went on, why? You never knew.

You’d noticed his observant eyes wonder group settings when he thought no one was watching. You’d notice his body flinching with sudden loud noises like metal on metal or glass on glass. You’d notice how the corners of his lips climbed his cheeks in your peripheral vision when you’d go back to your own tasks. You noticed how he’d always attempt to cheer the group up his own ways when Gricko wouldn’t. You wanted to know more about Gideon Coal. He was so interesting to you, yet to everyone else he was just an average brawn.

You found yourself watching Torbek and Twig play an equivalent to a pinball game, the sounds of bells chiming and bright lights flashing about. With Torbek in control (with a high amount of concerned and anxious groans and whines), Twig cheered him on.

“Here,” your attention was drawn back to see the genasi with your drink. You hummed with a smile and sipped it happily, sighing in refreshment. You thanked the genasi, who waved it off and sat in his spot with his new glass of what appeared to be rum. “Taste good?”

You nodded, sipping your drink again before setting it down. “Tastes like the best one I’ve had in a while,” you relaxed once more into the couch, watching the genasi swig a drunk of his rum without reaction. He sat his drink down on his own side table, draping his arm over the middle of the couch back. “Are you having fun?”

Gideon shrugged a little, nonchalant. “Eh, it’s nice and relaxin’ after a long ass day that's for sure. I guess it’s fun,” you laid your head against the back of the couch section, watching him. The heat of the alcohol grew on your cheeks and currently began growing to your head, making you a bit tired. “There sure ain’t many people though, that’s for sure. Not much of a party.”

You hummed in agreement, glancing around. The inn you all were staying in had a bar event going on tonight, free 2 drinks and the rest half off for the night only. There weren’t very many people staying in the inn anyways due to the storms outside and the inn being deep in the woods. Besides the group, there were only a handful of strangers that kept to their groups. You caught sight of the girl who had been all over Gideon talking to a human guy at the bar. It was nice nonetheless.

“Do you like parties?” You asked out of curiosity. You watched him, trying to imagine him dancing with a crowded room of people with loud music and people chanting for him to shotgun a cheap beer. You could see it, how he’d chug a beer and crush the can on his head frat boy style. You could imagine him being challenged to drink a lot of alcohol, but not so much the dancing after the loss of his groove.

Gideon shrugged, looking over to you. “The closest party I think I’ve been to I think was a full bar with a bard playing some type ‘ah music I didn’t pay attention to,” his eyes observed your face. “I went with Kremy years ago, we stayed enough to play a few rounds of Black Jack and Poker for some money then dipped out.”

You nodded, your head still against the cushion. You reached around for your drink and brought it to your lips, drinking. “Well, it’s better than the closest party you went to being some lame one.”

“Yea, I guess you’re right,” he looked towards the bar again, his face relaxing to a comfortable smile. After a moment of silence, you felt your eyes start to droop a bit. You hummed in content, trying to keep your eyes open as you listened to the environment around you. “Tired?”

Your eyes shot open, meeting the golden eyes of the fire genasi beside you. You nodded a little. “I think I’ve drank enough,” you admitted with a small laugh, rubbing your eyes from the strain they had. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Gideon laughed, shaking his head as he gently took your drink from your hands and sat it securely on the table. “Shit, I don’t care that you’re dozin’,” he nudged your arm gently. “We’ve got some walkin’ to do tomorrow an’ I don’t think you’d want a hangover for that.”

You groaned, realizing you forgot about that fact. You perked yourself up, rubbing your head and sighed. “I think I should get some water then, or some food.”

Gideon stood up, stretching his arms up into the air, his back and arms popping in release. “No problem, be right back.” and he walked off without another word.

You smiled, watching the genasi walk back to the bar. You never understood the kindness the genasi expressed to you. He seemed to accept you into the group pretty fast, though Gricko was by far the fastest. Gideon was a good second. You noticed his gestures towards you since the beginning, and you began to cherish them.

You began to admire him, and you weren’t complaining.

Gideon returned with water, giving you the cup (which was lidded and strawed) and made sure you held it with both hands. As you sipped it, your head started to pound in a dull manner. You laid your head back in the cushion of the couch back, watching Gideon adjust in his seat, then pat his lap.

You looked at him confused, furrowing an eyebrow before he patted his lap again. “Lay down,” he said, catching you off guard. “If you want to, I won’t force ya.”

“You want me to lay down on your lap?” You asked, letting the genasi carefully take your tipsy proof cup. Was he drunk? The imagery of his pillow-like thighs were comforting to you, and warm too, and you liked that. The fighter nodded, patting his lap for a third time. “Why?”

“Until you sober up a bit so I can help ya to your room,” he said. “That way you ain’t trippin over yourself and everything.”

Too tired to think of any other ideas, the idea of soft padded warmth sounded amazing. You happily rolled to your face, which Gideon laughed aloud. You laid on your side, your head laying on the fighter’s lap. He laid an arm over your shoulders, holding your shoulder that touched his outer thigh and rubbed it in a circle with his thumb. You hummed happily, closing your heavy lidded eyes.

“If you fall asleep do ya jus’ want me to carry you up?” Gideon asked, his voice calmer than before. All you could do was hum in acknowledgement, too sleepy and comfortable to give a proper response. You heard the genasi chuckle as he patted your shoulder and then returned to his circled motions. “A’right, don’t get too comfortable down there.” He joked with you innocently, making you smile tiredly.

The warmth of his body, and the alcohol, soothed your body completely into relaxation. Everything was drowned out as the sound of Gideon against your ear filled your ears, the smell of campfire charcoal with a dash of whiskey and rum filled your nose, and the feeling of warmth enveloped you.

You could get used to this.

-~-~-~-

Laughter erupted from your mouth as you attempted to escape the playful ambush of the fire genasi. He easily stopped the attempt, hands cupping your middle and lifting you up. He sat you on his shoulders, buckling you in place by holding your shins before spinning around.

You clutched his head, laughing hysterically as he sped up. “Gideon! You’re gonna make me throw up!” You cried with laughter, tucking yourself in as the genasi stopped spinning.

Gideon patted your shins, looking up the best he could against the cushion of your abdomen. You felt the shrugs of his shoulders, which made you giggle as you catch your breath.

“I don’t think you have that weak of a stomach, you’ve watched us do worse things to people,” he playfully retorted, starting his adventure forward with you hitched on his shoulders. “‘Sides, I bet you have a damn good view from up there.”

You rolled your eyes, adjusting against him and holding a grip on the genasi’s head. “I think this is what Torbek sees everyday, and I think the top of your head is balding.”

“What?” He let one leg go to reach up and feel his head immediately, which immediately started your episode of laughter again. Once Gideon caught on, he let out a huff and returned his grasp to your leg. “Ha ha, very funny.” He playfully retorted.

You smiled, letting your fingers run through his soft thick hair. The frizzed ends were crisp with warm ember glow, heating your hands. They lit up slightly, sparks popping through his head as you ran your fingers through. You brushed his hair back down, still giggling as Gideon continued his new found taxi service to the inn. You hummed happily, enjoying the texture of his hair.

“You don’t worry about split ends, do you?” You asked randomly, sure that they were burnt off constantly from the ignited ends. The ends of his hair were crisp from the burnings, but the heat kept it bendable and flexible with the rest of his hair as well. It was such an odd discovery, but made for a perfect hand heater.

“Not really,” he responded, readjusting his grip on you. He neared the inn door and reached up to hold you just above your hips. “A’right fun’s over, hold tight.”

You did as told, holding his arms as he lifted you up and sat you down in front of him. You spun around and reached up to fix the genasi’s hair after your ride. He kept his head tilted down slightly to let you, which made you smile happily.

“All fixed, big guy,” you patted his arm and he stood up straight again. “Now let’s get some dinner, I’m starving!”

Gideon cracked his knuckles and playfully pushed you aside, marching up to the door and opening it wide. “Ya don’t have to tell me twice!”

You giggled to yourself, following after the genasi. He left the door open for you as he waited inside, which you thanked him for. Gideon made his way towards the inn kitchen, leading the way with his mental mission commanding him. When you found the stairs, you turned towards them and started to hop up.

“Hey, where are you going?” Gideon asked, spinning around as soon as he heard the creak of the stairs. “I thought we were gonna eat dinner?”

You leaned over the stair railing, smiling as the fighter walked over and looked up at you. You reached over and playfully patted his head to tease him. “I will, I’ve gotta put things away first. Don’t wait up for me, but save me a plate at least.”

Gideon slumped, his arms falling and his shoulders arched. He was so cute, it made your chest flutter. He always grew so animated when he’d pout. “A’right, but don’t expect any dessert saved.”

You waved him off, laughing a little and hopping up the stairs again. “Fine by me!”

Reaching the top of the stairs, you turned the corner and saw a familiar lizardfolk leaning against the wall, cigarette in mouth as the lighter lit the end. He took a long drag, staring at the wall in front of him as he put his lighter away, exhaling smoke through his nostrils before taking the cigarette out of his mouth and loosely holding it between his pointer and middle fingers. You stopped, watching as the lizardfolk lazily blinked before turning to you and looking you up and down.

“Have fun in town?” He asked calmly, arm crossed over his chest while the one that held the cigarette was propped on the wrist. Legs crossed as his torso leaned against the wall, his body relaxed. He wasn’t wearing his tailcoat, just the undershirt and an untied bow tie with his dress pants.

Kremy was, and is, the very last person to accept you into the group. You notice how he always watches you closely whether you pretend to notice or not. He doesn’t let you stay too close to him, and he seems weary of you. He is by far much better than at the beginning, and you’ve gained his trust significantly over the year of travelling with the lizardfolk. He cooks your meals, you’ve slept in the group pile many times, you both have had your own moments together on your own time. If there’s one thing he hasn’t changed, however, is his protective manner towards his bodyguard. It was kind of funny, the one who had the bodyguard was guarding the bodyguard. It was much less funny when it was directed towards you, though.

You inspected him, a little nervous you might have done something wrong. You shifted your feet, playing with your fingers. “Um, yea, Gideon and I explored the town and went around some shops. We got some things while there. I got you something, hold on,” you turned to the satchel that hung over your torso. Kremy’s eyebrow quirked in curiosity as you dug in the bag, taking a drag of the cigarette and blowing smoke as you brought the item out. “It’s not much, but I wanted to give you something as a thank you for.. well.. letting me stay.”

Kremy’s golden eyes lit up a bit, placing the cigarette between his maws. He held his hands out as you sat a small amethyst carved unicorn into his claws. It was glossy, almost sparkling. You noticed the end of Kremy’s tail swish in joy, something you knew he couldn’t control. He began to inspect the unicorn, feeling the crevices and the smooth curves.

He held it in one hand, using the other to drag the cigarette again and blow smoke. He placed the carving into his pant pocket carefully, returning to his previous position before nodding.

“Thank you,” he said, a little softer. He didn’t say anything for a moment, staring at the wall ahead of him as his cigarette burned away. You weren’t sure if you could leave, feeling as though Kremy wanted to talk to you. You took a moment before you nodded and started to walk by him. You started to walk towards the room at the end of the corridor, the room the entire group was sharing for the night, before your stopped to the sound of Kremy’s voice again. “You two are talkin’ and stayin’ around each other an awful lot lately. More than with anyone else.”

You slowly turned back around, watching as Kremy’s eyes slowly turned from the wall to you. His eyes were half lidded, as if the things on his mind weighed them down. His eyes were baggy, looking tired. He stared into your eyes, the rusted gold digging into your skin.

“I guess we have,” you admitted, looking down in guilt. Over the course of the last month or two, Gideon and you both went everywhere more and more. Exploring the towns, Gideon claimed you needed a ‘professional’ bodyguard by your side. Whenever you’d enter a room, Gideon would find his way by your side to playfully mess with you. You sat beside each other for meals, and Gideon would offer an extra bread roll for you whenever they were made. And every night, without fail, the both of you ended up falling asleep in one or the other’s lap or stomach. You felt your breath hitch, realizing that it probably upset the warlock that you might indirectly be straying his best friend away from him. “I am sorry if it upsets you, I can talk to Gideon about it so that-“

“You don’t need to say a thing,” he stopped you, taking another drag of his cigarette before he crushed the end against the stair rail post to kill the burn. He stuffed the butt into the pocket opposite of the unicorn. He adjusted his rolled up shirt sleeves, walking towards you in precise strides. You gulped, intimidated by the warlock with his seriousness. Kremy stopped in front of you, crossing his arms. “I just want to make sure you ain’t fuckin’ around with Gideon just to break his heart.”

“Wha-?” You were so confused. You blinked a few times, Kremy’s muzzle inching closer as an attempt to intimidate you.

“Gideon has been my friend for a very long time, I’ve seen many people try to slip in and leave time and time again. I know when Gideon gets himself attached to people,” Kremy narrow his eyes on you, looking you up and down again before surrounding you. “He means.. a lot to me. I’d do a lot of crazy things for that man. Maybe even give up my life.”

He stopped in front of you, reaching into his pocket again for his cigarette holder and his lighter. You fumbled with your satchel as the warlock lit another cigarette, dragging it in, and exhaling through his nose. He held it between his fingers before continuing.

“But I ain’t his sitter, he’s a grown man,” his hard eyes soften, the snarl that built on his muzzle disappearing before he turns his head away. “I trust him with everything I have, he’s a great man. I see how the two of you look at each other, I know y’all ain’t messin’ around. It ain’t my business, but when it comes to Gideon it kinda is my business.” There was a small edge to his voice you couldn’t quite identify.

“I’m sorry, I’m confused,” you shifted, blinking at the ringleader as he turned to meet your eyes again. “I know you and Gideon are close, I don’t want to take that away from either of you at all. Did I do something wrong?”

Kremy lifted his head, another drag of a cigarette, another exhale. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” his voice was soft again. “Gideon cares a lot about ‘cha, I see it in his eyes every day. I trust his judgement of people. I trust that you won’t use him. You make him happy, and I can see he makes you happy too. I jus’ don’t want the person closest to me to get hurt. Do we understand each other?”

You blinked again, slowly nodding at his quiet request. Kremy cared for Gideon more than anything, that was clear for everyone to see. He was worried that Gideon would get hurt through your mutual shenanigans, physical or emotional, and you understood all Kremy wanted was for Gideon to have someone other than Kremy to feel that security with. Kremy didn’t dislike you, he was only weary of the situation.

Kremy, who was already half way through the new cigarette, nodded and closed his eyes to let the situation sink in. You felt the fabric of your satchel, thinking about how to approach this from here on.

“I care about you too,” you said softly. The lizardfolk turned his eyes towards you again. “Maybe not in the way that I care for Gideon, but I do. I trust you to have my back, and I trust you to lead me. I trust you with my food,” you both chuckled a little at that. “No matter what, Kremy, I respect you.”

Kremy observed your eyes, searching for any signs of insincerity, though found none. He took another long drag, taking the cigarette away as he swallowed the smoke down to his lungs, then exhaled again slowly. “I think I can say the same.”

Dinner went smoothly, as usual. While there wasn’t any dessert (as expected), you were saved a plate and a half of food for dinner. Gideon saved you some bread rolls, plopping one on your plate when you thought he gave you the last one. Kremy sat on the other side of Gideon, at the end of the table. He would catch your eye a few times, a soft smile on his mouth.

With the start and fall of dinner, the day in the town caught up to you easily with the full stomach. Everyone had decided it was time for sleep, talking about the room arrangement. Nibbling on your last bread roll, you listened to the group.

“Well I think Hootsie should at least have the bed tonight with me! We don’t mind someone else in the bed, but she’s a growin’ girl! She needs some cushion sometimes,” Gricko insisted, petting his daughter behind the ear who cooed.

“I think that whoever didn’t have the bed last time should have it this time,” Frost nodded in partial agreement. “That way it is fair for all of us. So, who all had the bed last time?”

“Torbek believes it was Mister Kremy, Gideon, {y/n} and Twig,” Torbek pointed out, looking at the ones he mentioned. “So Torbek thinks that Torbek and Frost, Gricko and Hootsie should have the bed this time! Just like Frost suggested.”

Everyone seemed to agree with one another, chattering about how the bed arrangement would work. You didn’t mind either way, the couch that was in the room as well made up for the situation. It was rather comfortable from when you sat on it previously, as well.

You stayed in your seat as the group of four marched upstairs, all tired and ready for bed. Twig stayed behind, cleaning up from the dinner since she was the one who cooked it tonight. You didn’t say anything, listening to Gideon and Kremy chat for a bit together.

The conversation with Kremy lingered in your mind. You seemed to have been given his approval. At least, that’s how you interpreted it. You were sure that was what Kremy meant by the conversation. You respected the warlock, however, and felt like it would be better to wait for a good time.

Gideon was important to you. He lit up the room, figuratively and literally, whenever you were gloomy. He always cheered you up, gave you butterflies with his simple gestures towards you. You felt pure joy and happiness every night as the genasi let you huddle up to his side for warmth, Kremy on the other.

“Ya ready?”

You blinked from your state, looking up to the now standing Gideon Coal. You nodded and stood, finishing your roll before yawning. Gideon led the way towards the stairs, hands on his head for his full stomach. Kremy joined your side, gently nudging you to go up and join the genasi.

You smiled at the lizardfolk, who returned it back.

You skipped a step to meet Gideon’s side, who greeted you with a pat on the back.

It didn’t take any time at all before everyone was ready for bed. The four were all cuddled in bed, Torbek on the very edge and half hanging off, Hootsie laying on the foot of the bed in Gricko’s area, and Frost and Gricko comfortably nestled. They all fell asleep rather quickly, soft snores filling the room.

The couch was a pull out, which Twig securely made for the four of you to lay on. Gideon laid in the middle, taking the most space. His arms were spread to the sides, Kremy on his right side on the edge of the bed while you were tucked into the middle with Twig on your other side. It was comfortable, but mostly because of Gideon being your pillow.

You were having a hard time sleeping, however. You were overcome with loud snores throughout the room, and the mattress below you was very uneven. You kept tossing and turning, unable to fully relax like you wanted. Once you did find a position, your back was towards the genasi and you were sprawled out in an odd position.

You hummed in tiredness, sleepy from all of the events of the day. You let your eyes droop, relaxing your body to finally fall asleep, as hard as it was.

Right before you did, you jerked up at the touch of a small rattle of your shoulder. You tiredly opened your eyes and blinked, sleepily yawning before turning to look over your shoulder. Kremy’s head laid on Gideon’s chest, looking at you while Gideon’s half lidded eyes looked at you too.

Gideon smiled at you and gently patted his stomach, murmuring to you just loud enough to be heard over the snores. “C’mere,” he pet his belly in a tired daze, clearly previously asleep at some point. You slowly sat up, blinking in slight confusion before the genasi patted his belly once more. “Pillow time.”

You giggled a little at his sleepy talk, slowly shifting over as he yawned. You climbed over his leg, adjusting on the genasi as he sleepily held your shoulder to balance you. Once you found a comfortable position, you laid on his warm stomach happily. Kremy readjusted on Gideon’s chest, shifting more into his side. Now you were all warm and cozy.

Twig took this chance while she slept, sprawling herself out like a starfish and snoring louder as if it was a sigh of relief, then returning to her soft snores before. You giggled at it, yawning as you relaxed into the body of Gideon Coal.

You felt the familiar hand of Gideon run to your upper back, gently rubbing it in a sleepy massage. He muttered something before falling right back asleep, his gentle grip holding you with him. You felt an unfamiliar hand wrap around your middle back, which made your lazy eyes peel open just slightly to see Kremy holding you as well.

“G’night, {y/n}.” The lizardfolk whispered, sleep overtaking him.

You hummed in acknowledgement, eyes closing completely. “G’night.”

-~-~-~-

The cool breeze blew around you all. The damp ground squashed beneath every step. You huddled next to Gideon, rubbing your arms as an attempt to keep yourself warm from the winds. It was silent as everyone traveled, only the sounds of wet leaves and mud and the whistle of the wind. The trees above swayed, dancing along with one another in unison.

You looked up, looking past the leaves to study the greyed skies. You frowned, realizing that this was most likely more than a dull day. You knew a storm was coming, though not knowing if it was snow or rain, you looked forward to look at Kremy.

Kremy had been leading the way, Gideon just slightly behind the lizardfolk as always, guarding him from the mystery of the woods. You looked slightly back from the genasi, thinking about the day so far.

Behind you, Torbek slumped in slow yet large strides. His arms hung low, his claws tracing the wet ground now and again. If it wasn’t for the almost constant state of sadness on his face, he’d easily make for a terrifying body guard to anyone. Twig sat on his shoulder, happily knitting away on a new project she was determined to finish. Frost, Gricko and Hootsie were in the back, Gricko riding on Hootsie’s back as the tabaxi and goblin quietly conversed amongst themselves.

You felt a gentle tug on your shirt, which made you look behind your shoulder to meet the bugbear who consistently looked over you. He bent down, much more than usual, trying to meet your height more comfortably without accidentally throwing Twig off. He tucked his arms in, crossing them loosely.

“What is it Torbek?” You asked quietly, slowing your pace a bit to leave the vicinity of Gideon and Kremy. Torbek tapped his fingers together in a nervous motion. You noticed Gideon glancing back at the loss of your presence, though paid no mind once he noticed you and Torbek conversing.

Torbek’s ears flattened against his head slightly, as if slightly ashamed. “Um, well Torbek was wondering if Mx. {y/n} knew how long it would be until the next town?”

You smiled softly at the bugbear, attempting to ease his worry. “Oh, well Kremy said that about an hour ago that we should be there before sundown.”

Torbek nodded, glancing up towards where Kremy was. “Okay,” Torbek’s eyes wavered to the surrounding woods, which you followed absentmindedly. “Torbek doesn’t want to be stormed on is all.”

You nodded in agreement, gently patting his hand. “I don’t think Kremy would let us, I trust he’ll make the call on that.”

Torbek nodded again, smiling slightly before standing back up to his usual slouch. You skipped back up to Gideon’s side, careful not to step on Kremy’s evenly swaying tail. Gideon looked down at you, quirking an eyebrow in quiet inquiry.

“Torbek was just wondering when we’d be at the next town,” you told him with a shrug, laying your head onto his bicep as you walked. Gideon reached an arm around and patted your shoulder in acknowledgement. He gave a small squeeze of a side hug, which gave you a boost of warmth.

Suddenly, Kremy stopped in his tracks. You and Gideon almost ran into his back, stopping just in time before you did. Torbek, however, fumbled and bumped into both you and Gideon before catching himself. You consequently bumped into Kremy, who turned around and crossed his arms. You gave a small guilty smile, comedically wiggling your fingers as hello.

Kremy paid no mind, looking up to the sky and taking his pocket watch from his tailcoat pocket and opened it to look at the time. Without looking up, he hummed. “We’re gonna have to camp here tonight,” Kremy said as he clicked his pocket watch closed. “We’re about two hours from town, but the storm is about to hit. We will set back out in the morning when the storm is gone.”

Torbek whined a little, which he stopped as Gricko immediately cheered him up with positivity. You nodded, escaping Gideon’s side hug to properly stand beside him. “Should we set up the big tent? Or prepare a shelter?”

Kremy put his pocket watch away, tapping his claws along the skull of his cane. “This storm might be a doozy, I think we should have a quick roof built between these trees here to keep the area we’ll be sleeping on drier.”

Gricko and Hootsie bounced about, Gricko jumping onto Torbek’s arm and pulling the poor bugbear towards the trees. “C’mon Torbek! Let’s make that platform! Hootsie and I will teach you how to do it!”

With a groan of slight defiance, Torbek followed his goblin companion and his daughter into the woods. Twig flew off of Torbek’s shoulder and joined Frost. Frost dropped his bag, rummaging through his items and setting the usual camp supplies down. Everyone always had their designated chores when it came to camping, which was never necessarily assigned, but willingly done due to the skills the groups had.

Torbek was tall and could reach the thick, large branches or small yet tall and thick trees that he could tear out of the ground. He could also carry a lot of things in his arms, even if they were quite hefty. Along with this, Gricko was the carpenter of the group. While it wasn’t like his wood widdling, he still grew to learn the right woods that worked best in shelter and learned to make efficient mini shelters with just the environment around them. Hootsie loved helping her father, doing anything she can to help out when she wanted.

Frost was the ‘architect’ when it came to the shelters, calculating the best and proficient ways to structure the shelters for the night. He made the guidelines and Gricko and his group did the rest. Frost would then set up other shelter things after that, such as the cooking ware. Once the cooking ware came in, either Kremy or Twig got to work. They’d start the food while the others all worked, having the food ready by the time the shelter was finished.

Kremy looked at you and the genasi, beginning to take his tailcoat off. “Gid, can you go and get some firewood please? If ya find some berries along the way please pick some. Oh, and {y/n} better go with you, the more firewood the better.”

Kremy smiled at you softly, folding up his tailcoat neatly and setting it on an elevated rock. Gideon nodded and nudged you, grunting out an “on it” to the lizardfolk before walking into the woods. You followed in tow, looking back towards Kremy who was rolling up his sleeves then turning to talk with Twig.

You caught up to the genasi, looking around for good wood that didn’t appear as damp as the ground. Gideon did the same, reaching up to yank on an already dead branch.

“Is it just me or is Kremy in a weird mood?” You asked suddenly, mostly out of curiosity than anything. You saw the genasi shrug, inspecting the branch he just tore off before tucking it under his arm.

“I’d say he kinda is, but he’s probably just tired more than anythin’. I think some things are weighing on his mind, but I don’t blame him at all after the whole Remy Garou shit.” Gideon grabbed some branches he saw, inspecting them and then tucking them under his arm again as he spoke.

“I guess that’s fair,” you nodded, grabbing some sticks and dried leaves that you figured would be good fire starters. “I hope he’s alright.”

Gideon snapped a long stick to break it down. “He’ll be a’right, if it gets to be too much I’ll help him out,” he turned to smile a bit at you. “How about you, eh? You’ve been actin’ strange too after the last town we were in. Somethin’ happen?”

You blinked in surprise, adjusting your grip on your bundle of small branches and sticks. “Well, not anything bad no,” you admitted, handing Gideon a broken branch for him to hold in his occupied hand and heat up. Gideon quirked an eyebrow, quietly asking what you meant by that. You gave a nervous smile. “Kremy and I talked a bit, it wasn’t anything bad, it was just a little confusing I guess?”

Gideon shrugged, taking your answer. The branch stud in his hand had burned to charcoal, which he stuffed in the small bag around his belt. “Well, as long as ya both don’t hate each other.”

You laughed a little, shaking your head and waving your hands. “No no, of course not!”

There seemed to be relief in his expression, the worry of the possibility no longer weighing heavy on him. Was he really worried that you and Kremy hated each other? Was there something that the both of you did to instill that worry into him?

“Good, I don’t want my two favorite people hatin’ each other. That would be pretty rough, haha!” He had a tinge of a hidden worry in his tone, though he sighed and released it. He grabbed some more items, not so much looking at them as in depth as he did before.

You paused your collecting, looking at the genasi as he continued forward. His back was turned towards you, bending down every now and then. You gripped your bundle just barely, watching his back for a moment.

“Hey, Gideon?” You asked cautiously, watching as the genasi carefully straightened up and partially turned to you. He watched you carefully, head slightly tilted in wonder. “What do you mean by that? Favorite people being me and Kremy, I mean.”

Gideon fully turned to you, only just realizing what he said. He took a minute to think before he stumbled over his words, trying to figure out what to say. He then sighed, his shoulder slouching a bit in semi-defeat.

He stepped towards you, keeping his grip nice and still on his own bundle. You opened your mouth to speak again, either in question or to take back your previous question, though Gideon started before you did.

“Kremy an’ I have been traveling together for years, about ten. We’ve gone through a lot of situations, thick and thin. We learned a lot about each other, and we learned that we can’t be without each other after it all. I wouldn’t want it any other way, I owe Kremy that,” Gideon’s smile softly appeared, his eyes half lidded as if something on his mind weighed them down once again. “An’ I’ll be honest, despite traveling with you for only a year, I’ve felt similar with you.”

You blinked in surprise, not expecting those words at all to come out of him. You knew that Kremy and Gideon were close, practically inseparable. You didn’t know just how important they meant to each other until now. You finally realized just how much they downplayed their relationship with one another to everyone. You shifted in your spot, glancing down at the realization. Everything made sense now.

Gideon sat his bundle down, noticing your face. He placed the side of his finger below your chin, making you look up at him. There was a sheepish look on his face, the other hand scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. “A’right, look, don’t get all sad on me now,” he tried. “I ain’t good with words, I’m sorry if that came out wrong. Look, uh,” he cleared his throat and awkwardly placed the hand that tilted your head up on your shoulder, patting it. “I care about you a lot, like I care about Kremy. Don’t get sad, c’mon, this ain’t some love triangle or nothin’ I promise.”

You blinked, trying to understand what he was trying to say despite the confusion of it all. “You like me though, don’t you?”

Gideon nodded, taking your pile from your arm and setting it with his own. He took your hands in his, slight embarrassment still on his face. “I like you, hell I think I love you,” he confessed, rubbing the tops of your hands with his thumbs in a soft massage. “I wanna be that warm pillow for ya every night, basically.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, snorting at the cute yet slightly awkward confession. You smiled up at him, squeezing his hands in content. “Mr. Coal, you’re the best pillow I’ve ever had,” you half joked, which made him snicker. “I really like you, I haven’t really been trying to hide it at all, so I’m surprised you’re just now confessing.”

“Me? Confess? You’ve got the wrong guy,” he joked, which you laughed softly to. You felt the softness in his tone, in his hands as he held you. “I usually wait for the one givin’ me the doe eyes to come up first.”

“Well that’s where this all got screwed up then,” you joked, laying your forehead on his chest. The genasi wrapped his arms around your back, holding you close. “But you can make it up to me if you give me extra dessert next time.”

Gideon laughed, his chest falling up and down in glee from your arrangement. He rubbed your upper back, patting it before leaning into you happily. “A’right, fine, extra dessert.”

You hummed in joy, relaxing completely into his warmth.

He’s so stupid. It’s all you could think of towards the genasi with a smitten smile on your face.

You heard the hiss of singed ember fill your ears. Then another. You felt Gideon sigh and pat your back again, the texture of his beard rough against your forehead as he pulled away to kiss your forehead. Your face heated up, listening to the singed hisses as rain drops began to fall from the sky, evaporating once they hit the embers on his head.

“Let’s get back to camp, we need some fire started before all of this firewood gets wet,” he said, quickly and easily scooping up the conjoined firewood you both had gathered. “We don’t wanna be late for dinner.”

You smiled up at him, taking some of the pile for yourself to carry.

-~-~-~-

The soothing massage on your abdomen lulled you awake, groaning in response. The hand that held you rubbed circles into your stomach now, the genasi’s face buried into your hair.

“Mornin sunshine,” he chuckled softly, which you hummed in response to. He kissed the back of your head before he sat up. He stretched, yawning. “Kremy made some breakfast in the inn kitchen.”

You turned to your back, watching the genasi get out of bed. You sleepily admired his bed head, chuckling at how disheveled he looked as he woke up. You were sure you were the same, but it was much funnier on Gideon.

“Didn’t he say he was making waffles?” You asked, sitting up and yawning just as your boyfriend had. He put on his clean shirt, looking around for his comb.

“Think so,” he replied, finding his comb and beginning to fix his hair. He sat back on the bed by your feet, itching his beard. “I want some chocolate chip ones if he did end up making them.”

You chuckled, crawling out of bed to get ready for the day. For once, the group was able to have seperate rooms for pairs. You and Gideon shared a room, while Torbek and Twig shared another, Gricko and Hootsie in a third, and Frost and Kremy in the last. Everyone enjoyed each other's company, and it was very comfortable overall.

As you found your clothes to change into for the day, you felt muscular arms wrap around your middle from behind. You straightened up, leaning yourself into the chest of the fighter. He buried his face into your neck, humming as he swayed the both of you side to side. “We don’t have to rush, it’s pretty early still.” He murmured into your neck.

You hummed in agreement, swaying with the genasi. In an instant, you were lifted and playfully tossed onto the bed. You giggled, rolling onto your back as the genasi held you down by your shoulders gently. He then proceeded to try to tickle you, which made you erupt into squeals.

You struggled against his grip, his assault on your sides and neck too much to bare. Once you had an opening, you went to jab at his ribs, knowing he was ticklish there. He was caught by surprise, tucking himself in in defense at the attack. You continued to poke and prod, tickling him. You weren’t expecting his next attack on you, holding your wrists and pinning them to your sides.

You struggled against him, still laughing. “Hey! That’s no fair!” You whined, a fake frown on your lips. Gideon smiled wide at that, inching closer to your face.

“I think it is,” he pecked your nose, his grin widening. “I think I win.” He pecked your lips, which you huffed when he pulled away. He chuckled then kissed you, which you happily returned.

What a goofball.

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #loa #ouaw #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #unexplainedfanfics #gideon coal x reader #gideon coal #gideon coal ouaw #ouaw gideon

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genevawrenn · 1 year ago

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A little post about our beloved QSMP eggs and what they taught me.

Starting off with Chayanne, our little warrior. Your strength through agony was always something to be admired, your dedication to providing to your family through delicious food is something I will always remember. You fought so hard, little leader, I'll miss you always.

Lullah, lovely musician and stealer of hearts Lullah. You are such a bright star, you formed bonds of love and won over the harshest souls instantly. You taught love for both yourself and others, you gave us a deep and intriciate character we will always think of fondly.

Everyone who has followed me for a while knows the Death Family was probably the one I spoke about the most (besides Hideduo). They were always near each other which is something I will remember fondly. They had their troubles but they always talked them out. I'll miss you most.

Ramon, oh my sweet Ramon. You were a late addition to my attention, but I'm so glad I found you, even for the short time I did. Your dedication in protecting your siblings spoke beyond what words can say about your character. I will always remember your excitement and curiosity.

Richas; chaotic, excitable, hyper, and a dear wild child. You made everyone laugh with your antics, it was never a boring time from the moment we saw your cow head to the moment you sped off. You captured so much life and projected it to those you cared about, one of us forever.

Leo <3 My darling, my dear, I never spoke about you much but I love each and every time you came on screen. Your bright and loud personality is a delight, teaching many how wonderful it is to be exactly you. I've heard her admin is a streamer, you should go follow!

Sunny, oh my goodness Sunny. Another huge persona who taught me so much about loving myself and presenting exactly as me. I hope you know how many people you have touched by being you so perfectly. I can not picture any other parent than Tubbo for you, you are adorable together.

Empanada, our time together was too short, but I will forever treasure it. You played such a clever and observant character, very intune with others emotions and able to comfort anyone in their times of trouble. You made people think and learn, an incredible gift to everyone.

Pepito, oh my goodness with you, I think Richas met their rival with sheer energy and excitement.

My little BOLAS eggo, you swept in and easily made everyone want to protect you.

You teach many whimsy, kindness, and stepping out of your comfort zone. You make so many smile 😃

Dapper and Pomme...I can not even separate you in this post. I wasn't able to catch much content surrounding you but I always appreciated how much I saw both your influence in your siblings. Dapper, you always kept your dad on his toes. Pomme, I adore your capacity to love all.

Trump, Tilin, Juana, Bobby.

Time was tragically short together, barely a breath on the long cycle of emotions this story drove us through.

I can say with certainty you will never be forgotten, your influence touched many even if you were only with us for a matter of days. 💕

I unfortunately do not have any screenshots of Chunsik, a similar sentiment to the Egg Island three, as I don't feel we have enough time together, but I'll think of you fondly. I wish you had more time to wow us, I'm not even sure if we will see you again but I wish you the best.

I am a changed person after becoming interested in this content and this server, and that's a positive thing. I only feel sorrow because I love it so deeply. You inspired me to keep creating and connecting with new people. I'll miss what we had forever, thank you for everything.

#wrenrambles #qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp death family #qsmp Ramon #qsmp richas #qsmp leonarda #qsmp sunnysideup #qsmp empanada #qsmp pepito #qsmp dapper #qsmp pomme #qsmp trumpet #qsmp tilin #qsmp juanaflippa #qsmp bobby #thank you qsmp admins

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pollka1 · 21 days ago

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You don't gotta die today

Summary — Josh spends his last day alive at the bar

Genre — Angst

⚠️ Warnings — Talks of suicide ⚠️

Characters — Dr. Hill, Josh Washington, random stranger i came up with

Character speech is NOT colour coded for this fic

Josh Washington was going to die tonight.

He’d picked the date like some people pick wedding days—specific, symbolic. A closing of the circle. It had been a year, more or less, since the mountain swallowed him and never gave him back. His body made it out. Everything else stayed buried.

This bar wasn’t part of the plan. But he’d walked past it on the way home and something inside had whispered, Why not one last drink?

So here he was, slouched on a cracked leather stool that squeaked every time he moved, nursing a glass of whiskey with no intention of finishing it.

The air smelled like old cigars and cheap cologne. The kind of place people came to forget things they couldn't fix.

Josh had nothing to say, and that was fine. No one asked.

Until someone did.

“Mind if I sit here?”

The man was older, worn around the edges like an old photograph. Corduroy jacket, salt-and-pepper beard, eyes like he’d seen too much and stopped being surprised by any of it. Josh didn’t answer, just gave a vague shrug. The man took it as permission.

They sat in silence for a while. The old man sipped from his glass—a dark drink, neat. No ice.

"You look like someone who's made up their mind," the stranger said softly, not unkindly.

Josh didn’t respond.

The man kept going, his voice low and steady. “I’ve seen that look before. Wore it myself once. It's the look of someone trying to convince themselves there’s nothing left.”

Josh’s hand twitched around the glass. He hadn’t told anyone. He didn’t plan to tell anyone. How did this guy know?

The man gestured vaguely toward the bartender. “Places like this…they draw broken people like porch lights draw moths. Quiet, dusty corners where no one asks who you were before the sadness settled in.”

Still, Josh said nothing.

“I don’t know what you’ve been through,” the man added, “and I’m not gonna pretend to. But I know pain is loud in your head and quiet on your face. That’s how it fools everyone—including yourself.”

Josh swallowed hard.

The man didn’t look at him. He just kept talking.

“Some people say suicide is selfish. I don’t. I think it’s desperation wearing a mask. I think it’s people just wanting the ache to stop. But here’s the thing, kid—pain is like a storm in winter. It tells you it’ll never end. But the season always changes.”

Josh finally spoke. Barely a whisper. “What if it doesn’t?”

The old man turned his eyes to him—sharp, clear. “Then you make it change. You find something small—a book, a person, a song, a damn cup of coffee—and you hang onto it like it’s a life raft. Because one day, without realizing it, the weight will shift. You won’t be light again, maybe. But you won’t drown either.”

Josh looked down at his hands, then at the drink he no longer wanted.

“You don’t have to want tomorrow,” the man said as he stood. “You just have to get there.”

Josh didn’t watch him leave. The door clicked shut behind him like the punctuation at the end of a sentence Josh hadn’t finished writing.

He sat there for a long time.

Then, for no reason he could name, he reached for his phone. Not to delete the note. Not yet.

...

Josh left the bar without saying a word. No one noticed—why would they? He was just another shadow passing through a place built to hold them.

Outside, the cold hit his face like a warning.

He stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and walked without purpose, not home, not anywhere in particular. Just moving. Breathing. Existing for one more moment than he meant to.

The streetlamps flickered like they were trying to decide whether or not to stay lit. He related.

His phone buzzed. One notification. No one important. A news alert, probably. He unlocked it anyway, thumbing through his notes until he found it—the one.

The plan.

Simple. Clean. Quiet.

No mess. No attention. No apologies.

He stared at the screen. And then, for reasons he couldn’t explain, he tapped the “edit” button. The blinking cursor appeared at the bottom like it was waiting on him.

He wrote:

Some guy at the bar talked about storms. Said seasons change. Not sure I believe him. But I didn’t think anyone would notice tonight, and he did. So maybe I’m wrong about other things, too.

He saved it. Didn’t delete the plan. But didn’t follow it either.

That felt like something.

...

He got home. Shoes off, lights off, jacket still on. Sat on the edge of his bed like a ghost haunting himself.

His room looked exactly the same and entirely foreign. Bed. Desk. A chair with a hoodie slung over it from days ago. It had been months since Hannah and Beth's disappearance, but he still felt like he was waiting for someone to tell him what to do next.

He pulled the hoodie over his head and crawled into bed.

He didn’t cry. Didn’t shake. Didn’t feel much at all.

But he didn’t go through with it.

That mattered.

...

Months pass, and Josh was in Dr. Hill's office.

Dr. Hill looked at him over the rim of his glasses. “You mentioned someone at a bar.”

Josh gave a slight nod. “Yeah. Just some guy. Don’t know his name.”

“And what did he say to you that stuck?”

Josh leaned back in the chair, arms folded, fingers twitching.

“He said I didn’t have to want tomorrow,” Josh said slowly, “just get there.”

Dr. Hill smiled, small and proud. “And you did.”

Josh didn’t smile back. But his voice was steadier than it had been in weeks.

“Yeah. I did.”

#until dawn #josh washington #josh until dawn #writing #i love angst #supermassive games #tiktok #light angst #sad writing #until dawn game #dr hill #mental heath awareness #mental health #writeblr

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thewritergremlin-rae · 1 year ago

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Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall - Who's the Most Alien of Them All?

Pairing: Loki x Reader Characters: Loki, Thor, Brock Rumlow, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Frigga, Heimdall Rating: T Words: 3229 Content: 2nd person, kidnapping, chloroform, manipulation, soulmate AU, Hydra!SHIELD at work, set during/post Avengers 1 Summary: You'd never thought there was anything strange about your soulmate in the mirror, apart from how handsome he was, but as fate would have it - he's trying to invade New York. Ao3: HERE Notes: I am an absolute sucker for Soulmate AUs so here we are! I'm thinking of using this same AU for some others (Bucky and Steve) but I'm not sure if it'll be in same universe

In this AU, you see your soulmates face as your own reflection~ THIS IS A REPOST OF MY OWN WORK I accidentally deleted the original post so the read more doesn't work on my own blog 😭

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Something considered normal would rarely be considered wrong.

So, registering your soulmate’s image via looking in a mirror at 18 and having a photo snapped had never worried you.

Everyone did it.

It was normal.

It was safe.

It was how most people found their soulmates, and even then some just didn’t.

This early spring day started as every day usually did. You got up and ready for work, took public transport to the office, and logged in at 9 a.m.

Lunch came and went, spent with the coworkers you got along with best, all venting about the small annoyances of the morning. You all returned to the office and the afternoon crawled by.

Last minute, your boss asked you to finish a report now rather than tomorrow morning and you waved goodbye to your co-workers with a shrug and a put-upon smile. They’d all been in your position at one time or another. No-one found it strange.

The report dragged on for a few hours and you had no idea why it couldn’t wait until tomorrow, but your boss was hardly known for his patience. He at least had the decency to stay behind too.

You sighed and printed a quick copy before knocking on the door to your boss’s office.

He called out and told you to come in, taking the report when you handed it over. His eyes barely scanned it before he spoke again; “Hey, I know it’s late, but we have a visitor in the conference room. Go keep them company, will you? It will just take a couple of minutes.”

You bit back the sigh and the roll of your eyes, knowing both could lose you your job. Stupid, tight ass boss. “No problem, boss,” were the words that came out of your mouth, a false smile before you turned and left - heading to the conference room.

You took the liberty of rolling your eyes hard before you plastered the smile back on and pushed the door open. “Hello.” You stepped into the room and held out your hand as you gave your name. “Mr. Dickson is sorry to keep you waiting, but how can I help you?”

Not the normal sort of client, if a client he was. Most clients showed up in suits or some sort of business attire, but this man wore a black T-shirt, combats, and a jacket certainly not of the suit kind.

“Brock Rumlow.” He smirked over at you and you saw the way his eyes gave you a once over. Slowly. Urgh. Double ugh when he continued with; “No problem at all, sweetheart. Don’t suppose you could get me a coffee?” He nodded over to the machine as he eased back into his seat.

“Of course, sir,” you answered with a smile.

“Feel free to grab yourself one, too. Your boss sent you in here to keep me company, huh?”

“Something like that, Mr. Rumlow.” The pot only needed warming before you poured two cups and offered him one, taking a seat opposite the man.

“I hope he doesn’t make you stay this late all the time, I hate it when my boss makes me work overtime.” He snorted and rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his coffee. “Do this, do that, clean up some mess, collect an alien’s soulmate, kill that politician, clean up more mess. Not a day’s rest I tell ya.”

You nodded politely, staring down at your cup as you fully processed his words. Aliens, soulmates… killing politicians? You didn’t know which was the most out there. “I-’m sorry I’m not sure I follow…”

He only looked more delighted at your confusion and the way your body had stiffened. “Well, you see, sweetheart, there’s this guy, Loki, who showed up outta nowhere and, see, he talks a big game about taking over the Earth and we figured, seeing as you’re his soulmate, that he might rethink those big ideas if we offer you up instead.” Brock shrugged as if this was just casual conversation and didn’t have you frozen in your seat. “’Course, if that doesn’t work, maybe threatening to harm ya will change his tune. But what do I know about aliens? I’m just part of the STRIKE team.”

Brock smiled, as though he hadn’t just threatened you or spouted what sounded like absolute bullshit. A beat passed as you stared into the cup in your hands, eyes unseeing. “So why don’t we-”

He growled angrily as you threw the coffee and the cup containing it at him and jolted to your feet, running for the door, pulling it open-

Your short-lived escape attempt ended when another similarly dressed and built man stepped into view. His hands clamped down on your arms and the panic really set in as you protested and tried to escape. “Let me go!” You kicked and thrashed, hoping the noise might cause your boss to call the cops, but that small slice of hope was soon ripped from you. He appeared from his office, face like thunder.

“You said this would be quick, hurry up before someone hears this racket.”

Brock huffed from behind you, fingers sliding into your hair and tugging hard to drag your head back. “We coulda done this the nice way, bitch, but that’s off the table.” He pressed a cloth to your mouth, harder than necessary.

The thought of not breathing hadn’t even crossed your mind before the fumes entered your body and you soon slumped into unconsciousness.

You woke already knowing you weren’t at home. Everything felt off and you hadn’t even opened your eyes yet as you laid on what felt like a bed. You took a shallow breath, trying to remember, but everything before falling asleep stayed fuzzy at the edges.

You had been to work and… right, your boss had made you stay late and there had been coffee and…

Your eyes snapped open but so far it seemed like you were alone. The edge of the bed wasn’t far from the wall and you hesitated before rolling over. Good. No-one there either and this side of the wall had windows.

You shuffled over to them, eyebrows furrowing at their size. Small and curved at the edges. you slid the blind up to be met with the sight of clouds and uninterrupted sky.

You scrambled to the edge of the bed and the one door that led in and out of the room. “Hey! Hey!” you yelled, banging on the door, fear skittering through you. How long ago had last night been? What time was it now? Where were you now?

“Quit ya banging!” A stern thump that made the door rattle had you stumbling back and falling down to sit on the edge of the bed. “We’re nearly there, no need to get your panties in a twist, bitch.” It sounded like the man you’d met in the office… Brock if you remembered correctly.

He’d certainly changed his tune, but you had thrown coffee at him. Bastard deserved it.

“Where are we going?!” You had no idea if he would answer, if anyone would. Did it even really matter?

You were to be offered up as some consolation prize to an alien invader in the hopes he might go away.

You weren’t convinced of the plan; who would change their plans for the mere idea and appearance of their soulmate. You probably wouldn’t if you were in Loki’s position.

“New York,” came the answer before you heard footsteps leave the door.

You sank to the bed and flopped back on it, unsure what to do with yourself or for the rest of the flight.

You sat in what had to be some kind of interrogation room, a bit rich considering these guys had kidnapped you. A window made up much of the wall in front of you; the blank expanse of glass left you with nothing to look at but the reflection of your soulmate. It hadn’t changed for several years, but you’d noticed recently his hair had grown longer and it didn’t seem as well kept as before.

The sharp lines of his face had always left you flustered, but now they left you worried at the gaunt paleness that clung to him. What had happened? You couldn’t possibly know, you didn’t even know his name. Well, you hadn’t.

Loki. An alien. An invader.

You continued to sit silently in the chair, not knowing that an agent and your soulmate’s brother were busy deciding your fate.

“Father will not be pleased. Midgardians are not welcome to our realm and Loki is likely to remain in prison the remainder of her short life.” Thor spoke calmly but firmly. “Besides which, you tell me she is dangerous? A criminal? Why should Asgard take a criminal of Midgard to the golden realm? I do not think our prison is the best place to introduce them.” Thor couldn’t be certain, but he doubted the two would get along from what SHIELD had told him.

His brother would likely perceive another criminal as a threat or he would keep his guard up. Loki was not one for letting people in so easily. Especially not now. Whether she deserved kindness or not, he doubted Loki would afford her any.

“What if your brother wants to bring her?”

Thor’s eyes narrowed, giving the agent a sidelong glance. Hardly normal to accept a prisoner’s request… but he did love his brother fiercely - despite his recent tricks. “If,” Thor stressed, “Loki wants to bring her… I may agree,” Thor conceded. But he doubted such a thing would happen. “I will speak with him.”

Neither you or Thor knew the thin thread by which your fate hung.

The car rumbled through central park, you seated in the back wearing handcuffs and some gag like thing over your mouth that stopped you speaking. You still wore the bright orange scrubs and white shirt as though they’d plucked you from a prison somewhere.

You were free of Rumlow at least, you didn’t even know if the agent driving knew that you hadn’t been picked up from a penitentiary. This new one aligned more with what you imagined an ‘agent’ to be. Black suit, white shirt, sunglasses. Very Men In Black, which, ironic, since you were about to meet two aliens.

The car came to a stop and you looked out at the people milling around. You only recognised two for sure - one of them being your soulmate. Tony Stark confused you, for a moment, before you recalled his shift into heroism the last few years.

An equally tall, blond man held your soulmate's arm just above his elbow, so you had to assume this was the brother you’d heard murmurs about.

Your car door opened and a hand grabbed similarly below your elbow to help you out. Curious eyes turned on you and all you could do was silently, desperately, plead for someone to step in. Someone to take the gag off. You just needed one of them to be curious.

“Er… I don’t remember any plus ones going out to this little party.” Tony Stark gave the agent at your side a look over the top of his sunglasses, his gaze briefly sliding to you.

“She’s Loki’s soulmate,” the agent replied, no judgement but not much other emotion in his voice. He turned and marched you towards the pair of aliens.

“Now, hang on a minute.” A different voice objecting this time and you craned your head behind you to see a blond dressed in a check shirt and a brown jacket. You thought you might have seen his face somewhere before, but you weren’t exactly firing on all cylinders and you couldn’t place him. “She might be a criminal of some kind, but you’re going to send her to another planet?”

“I’m sorry, Captain, but it seems she may be more dangerous than a Midgardian prison could handle,” Thor answered. “My brother told me he has made many a visit to her on Earth.” Fucking news to you! Your eyes flicked to Loki, brows furrowed, but he didn’t meet your gaze. “I do not think he could have taught her many of the tricks he uses, but SHIELD assures me that they have indeed met before.”

Now you understood the reason for the gag. Can’t contradict made up bullshit if you can’t speak. You were about to turn a furious gaze on the agent that brought you out of the car when the soft clinking of a chain drew your attention.

Loki curled a chained arm around your waist, grip firm, and tugged your back flush against him. The action forestalled anything you had been about to do or say and you attempted to catch his eye. He ducked his head and you felt the cool press of his own gag to the top of your head.

The gesture had you stilling in surprise and seemed to only cement the story that Thor had been spun.

You felt eyes on the two of you, studying intently, before Loki’s little stunt seemed to be accepted as proof and preparations began again. You assumed for travel to this Asgard, but how exactly? There weren’t any space ships nearby and you were fairly certain the car you’d arrived in wasn’t about to escape Earth’s atmosphere.

Something with Loki here?

Thor reappeared in your line of sight holding one of two handles of some canister. A blue cube glowed inside, but it didn’t make any more sense than it had a few minutes ago. He caught your eye, his look intense and serious. “Make sure you do not let go or you will be lost to space as Loki was before he came here.”

You felt like meaning lay beneath the words, something you were supposed to glean from them, but still struggling to process what had happened the last few days you simply nodded and took hold of the other handle. Loki’s hand settled beside yours, overlapping slightly. Unsure if this stemmed from kindness, or an attempt to be sure you didn’t let go. or something else to drag you further into the fiction and lies that had been created around you... Well, you had no way to protest, anyway.

You hoped nobody would spend too long looking for you. Maybe the local police had already told everyone you were dead, covering up the act that you still couldn’t quite understand.

You wondered if you would ever see Earth again after this.

Your hand unknowingly reached for Loki’s at your waist, gripping tightly in fear of what was to come and in sorrow that you didn’t know what mess you were leaving behind.

Silence as Thor turned the handle, anticlimactic, but you felt it as your stomach dropped similarly to when an elevator descends too quickly and you were pulled upwards. The blur of colours was almost too much for your eyes to bear as your vision blurred, but soon enough your feet settled on solid ground once more.

You desperately blinked back the blurring at the edges of your vision to take in the bright gold that lined the room you had landed in. Or maybe an observatory of some kind.

“Welcome home,” a deep but firm voice greeted, your eyes drawn to a man in gold armour whose eyes glowed just as brightly as the metal. He sheathed the sword into the metal stand in front of him and approached the three of you.

You thought you could see something sad in his gaze as he touched the metal on your face, drawing it easily away from you and returning your ability to speak. “I am sorry you were dragged into this mess, miss.”

“How did you…?”

“My name is Heimdall and my duty is to watch over the Nine Realms. While I cannot see all at once, and some have managed to evade my sight in the past,” At this he gave Loki a look before returning his gaze to you - eyes softening once more, “I have kept an eye on your journey these past few days.”

“Heimdall, of what do you speak?” Thor asked in utter confusion.

But you found the words and breath to speak first. “They lied to you, I’m not an inmate! I’ve never even gotten a parking ticket!” you protested, courage mounting with every word you got out. “I was just doing my job like always and a couple of thugs came to the office and kidnapped me.” A squeeze at your waist reminded you of Loki’s presence and you pulled out of his grip, turning your annoyance on him. “And we have never met! I’ve only ever seen his reflection.”

“Loki-” Thor growled at his brother, but received only a simple shrug and a look that lacked all remorse in reply. “Why did you-?”

Warm hands took your wrists and distracted you, your gaze drawn by watching Heimdall break the cuffs on your wrists as easily as if they were made of paper. “My apologies, miss. I had no way of letting anyone on Earth know of the misconception.” He didn’t smile, per se, but he seemed genuine and his greeting kind.

He took a step back and you breathed with relief to finally be free of all your chains. “At least someone knows what’s going on.” Though Loki had to have known too, so why had he lied to Thor and SHIELD? “How exactly am I supposed to get home?” you asked, looking between the two brothers as if scolding children.

“Heimdall is to use the Tesseract to restore the Bifrost and once it’s fixed, he will be able to send you home. If I can, I will return with you and explain the situation to the Avengers - they’ll be sure to help,” Thor rushed to assure you.

To be fair, they had tried, but Thor had been so convinced by SHIELD… Well, he just seemed to have gotten all mixed up in all of this so you nodded. “So, I’ll just have to wait until the bridge is fixed?”

Thor smiled brightly this time, like the sun bursting through on a cloudy day. “Yes, just until it is fixed. I’m sure Mother will be happy to provide hospitality.”

“I see my son is already volunteering me.” Her voice sounded light and happy despite the situation, drifting over from some as yet unseen doorway off to the side.

“Your Majesty.” Heimdall bowed to her and you quickly followed suit - you didn’t want to end up in the dungeons for however long it would take to fix the Bifrost.

You straightened up to find her gentle smile turned your way, her beauty and motherly face stealing your breath. “I’m glad to finally meet you, though you are such a familiar sight that I feel as though I know you already.” Her arm settled softly around your shoulders and she started to steer you along the beautiful bridge you stood on.

Loki huffed behind you and you wondered if he might be embarrassed? No, probably not.

“I’m sorry you were brought here under such circumstances, but welcome to Asgard.” Weird space travel and spy stories coming to life aside, maybe spending some time in the golden city laid out before you wouldn’t be so bad.

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blueberrybirdsworld · 24 days ago

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Unspoken Attraction CL16

I am very sad to tell you this is the last chapter of this serie, I think the journey between the two characters comes to an end. It was a pleasure writting this story, it was my very first fanfic and I hope I will write even more :)

Please give me feedback on the story, It will only help me progress in my writting. Thank you for your support !

Warning : none

Chapter 22 : Monza Magic

The sun had barely risen over Monza, casting a golden glow over the streets as the city prepared for the most awaited race of the season. It was race day, the day that would test both drivers and their teams, but for Y/N, this day felt different. There was something electrifying in the air, something she couldn’t quite put into words. Perhaps it was the fact that she had officially been invited to the Ferrari paddock as Charles’s girlfriend.

She had never imagined herself in such a situation, but here she was, standing in front of the luxurious Ferrari garage, her heart racing—not from the sight of the cars, but from the feeling of Charles’s hand in hers, their fingers intertwined as they walked together through the bustling paddock. As Pierre sister she had already attend some race but this time it felt different, and the tough of everyone watching them didn't ease her nerves.

“Ready for the madness?” Charles asked with a grin, his voice teasing but his eyes soft.

She nodded, her gaze following the busy mechanics rushing around, preparing the cars. “I think so. But it’s a little intimidating.”

“It’s nothing compared to the track,” Charles said, his voice laced with a touch of humor. “But just in case, stay close to me, yeah?”

She smiled up at him, a flutter in her chest at the way he looked at her. Charles wasn’t just her boyfriend—he was also one of the top drivers in the world, and yet, he still made her feel like the most important person in the room.

As they walked through the paddock, they were greeted by a few familiar faces. Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend, Rebecca, were the first to spot them, and immediately, Carlos gave Charles a teasing grin.

“Well, well, look who finally decided to show up with his favorite person” Carlos remarked, winking at Charles.

Rebecca, who had her arm around Carlos’s waist, smiled warmly at her. “Hey, Y/N, your Pierre little sister right ? It’s so great to see you again. You’re officially part of the Ferrari family now, huh?”

She laughed, feeling her nerves settle with their warm greetings. “I guess so. It’s all a bit overwhelming, but I’m excited.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Rebecca said with a wink. “Just wait until you’re at the starting grid and the crowd starts screaming.”

She nodded, her excitement building as she looked out across the paddock. There was so much to take in. The Ferrari team was hard working before the quali of the day, and the air was thick with anticipation for the race tomorrow. But in the midst of it all, her eyes kept drifting to Charles. He was wearing his team’s uniform, a small smile tugging at his lips as he spoke to his crew, but the moment he noticed her watching him, his face lit up with a radiance that made her heart skip.

“I’m going to go check in with the team,” he said, squeezing her hand and kissing her forehead. “Stay here for a second. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” she said, still smiling as she watched him walk away. The way he interacted with his team—focused but gentle—only made her admire him more. He was so passionate about his craft, so driven, and yet he had the time to make her feel like she was the most important person in his world.

As she stood by the Ferrari garage, she was approached by the other WAGs—Kika, Kelly, Lily, and the others. They were all in high spirits, chatting away about everything and nothing.

“So, how’s life with Charles?” Kika asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

She shrugged, trying to play it cool, though her smile betrayed her. “It’s been... amazing, honestly.”

Kelly grinned. “That’s the understatement of the year. You two look so cute together. I swear, I’ve never seen Charles so... I don’t know, happy?”

“I think you’re right,” she said, laughing. “It’s weird, but in a good way.”

“Get used to it,” Lily teased. “Once you’re in the Ferrari family, there’s no getting out. And trust me, Charles is head over heels for you.”

Just as she was about to respond, she heard a familiar voice calling from behind.

“Y/N, already betraling your family team as I see”

She turned to see her brother Pierre, standing a few feet, dressing in Alpine clothes.

“Don't worry I will still cheer for you on the grid” She said, giving him a small nod.

Pierre laughed, brushing his sister head “I know, just messing with you, but I hope you still have time to come see me as well, you two have been unseparable since that night in Monaco"

"Well, you know how it is for new couple, it's impossible to get appart for just a minute, remember how you were with me in our first months together." Kika his girlfriend teased him, sending a wink to Y/N.

"Please, don't say that, I have images of them together now" Pierre shake is head laughing with the other "I can't still believe it Charles and my little sister are together like, for all the girls he had to choose you"

Y/N gave him a small “ Well me I'm happy he choose me, because I'm really happy Pierre."

Pierre nodded. “I know, I can see that, and I'm happy for you both as well, really, I think you two make a good couple"

Y/N smiled "Thank you for saying that. I appreciate it.”

Charles finally returned, looking both focused and happy to see her surrounded by the other girls. “You doing alright?” he asked, pulling her in for a quick hug.

“I’m good. Just getting used to all the chaos.”

“You’re handling it well,” he said, grinning.

She smiled back, her heart full. Despite the cameras, the noise, the racing teams, and all the distractions, this felt like the moment she’d been waiting for. They were here together, in Monza, with no secrets between them, and no questions about their relationship.

“You look incredible,” Charles added, eyes trailing over her red top.

“Just trying to match you,” she teased.

As the qualification began, her heart beat in time with the engines. She couldn’t help but cheer as Charles’s car zoomed past, feeling a surge of pride. It was hard to believe just a few months ago she had never even imagined being in his world. Now, here she was, sitting among the Ferrari family, and Charles was out there, giving it his all.

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The next day the excitement in the Monza paddock was electric after the test as the sun continued to shine down on the iconic track, with the unmistakable hum of race cars in the background. Charles had just finished their brief pre-race routine when they were met by a sea of fans and journalist taking pictures of the newly couple on the grid.

As Y/N and Charles walked hand-in-hand towards the Ferrari garage, their closeness didn’t go unnoticed, the teasing began immediately.

"Well, well, look at you two,” Carlos said with a playful grin, crossing his arms as he leaned against the garage wall. “You guys ready for the race or are we just here to enjoy the Italian sunshine and look pretty together?”

Rebecca elbowed him lightly. “Let them have their moment, babe. Besides, they do look cute together.”

Y/N smiled shyly, squeezing Charles’s hand. “Thanks, Rebecca. But I’m definitely more excited for the race than the sunshine,” she teased, glancing at Charles.

Carlos raised an eyebrow. “Ah, but we all know who you’ll be cheering for. I’m guessing Charles is getting all your attention today, huh?”

Charles laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Not all of it,” he said, nudging her playfully. “She’s got a lot of love for the Alpine team, too.”

After a while they are joined by other drivers and their girlfriends, all of them chatting and laughing together.

Y/N laughed at something Carlos had said, glancing up at Charles. “That’s not true,” she said with a teasing grin. “Charles is anything but dramatic”

Before she could finish, Pierre interrupted his sister “Well he cleary have been cautius around you then” he said with a grin. “Charles? Drama-free? Nah. You haven’t seen him behind the scenes when the team has a tough race.” He raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking upward. “He’s got more flair than any of us when things aren’t going well.”

Y/N giggled. “I can’t imagine him being dramatic. He’s too calm for that.”

Kika smirked. “Calm? Are we talking about the same guy who gets stressed when he forgets his headphones on the grid? Oh, the drama that ensues...”

Charles rolled his eyes, laughing at Kika’s exaggeration. “Okay, okay, I’ll admit I get a little flustered when I can’t focus, but that’s not exactly drama, is it?”

Pierre leaned in, clearly enjoying the moment. “Flustered, huh? You should see him when the Wi-Fi goes down at the hotel.”

“Shut up, Pierre,” Charles muttered, though his eyes were twinkling. “That’s not even funny.”

Y/N grinned. “I’d love to see that side of you, Charles. You’re all calm and collected until your Wi-Fi disappears.”

Pierre laughed. “It’s true! But honestly, I’m just happy to see Charles actually smiling for once.”

“You two have a lot in common,” Rebecca said, nudging Y/N. “I think you’re starting to bring out the softer side of him.”

Y/N looked up at Charles, meeting his gaze with a tender smile. “I hope so. I definitely see a side of him that no one else does.”

As the race was about to begin, Y/N gave Charles one last, lingering look. He was now getting into his car, preparing for the intense focus and concentration needed for the race. There was a calm determination in his eyes, and she felt her heart swell with pride.

“I’ll be cheering for you,” she said, loud enough for him to hear.

He gave her a quick smile and a wave before slipping into the car. “I know you will. I’ll do my best to make you proud.”

The WAGs gathered around, making their way to the grandstands. But before she left, she caught one more glimpse of Charles through the garage window, all suited up and ready to race. She was in awe of how effortlessly he moved in this world, a world she was just beginning to understand, but already loved—because it brought her closer to him.

As the engines roared to life and the race began, Y/N's heart pounded. She couldn’t help but smile as she watched Charles make his way around the track, knowing that no matter where this crazy journey took them, they were in this together.

After the race, which Charles finished strong with a podium finish, the celebrations continued. The drivers, the teams, and their families all gathered to celebrate, but it was clear to everyone that Charles and Y/N were inseparable.

Carlos, with a big smile, gave Charles a playful shove. “Alright, alright, we see you. You really do have your priorities straight now, huh?”

Charles raised his eyebrow, glancing over at Y/N, who was standing nearby, looking more radiant than ever. “I think I’m starting to realize I’ve got everything I need right here,” he said, his voice soft but filled with confidence.

Y/N’s heart fluttered, and as if on cue, Charles took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. They both knew, without saying much, that this was only the beginning of their journey together.

“Next time, we’ll win it,” she said with a wink, her playful spirit shining through.

Charles laughed, nodding. “I’ll make sure of it. But I’ve already won the best prize.”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with affection. She couldn’t help but lean in for a quick kiss, their connection undeniable, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment, a promise to stay together not matters what and to enjoy each moments togethers.

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imaginingmanyfandoms · 7 months ago

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all the time in the world | hikaru hitachiin

summary: Hikaru received a love letter from you, and allows Kaoru to talk him into putting you through their old test - but it only hurts you.

warnings: none i think, out of character maybe.

note: stunning lack of ouran fics to be found

"Hikaru is enamored with another, I'm afraid," Kauro said, leaning against a lamppost.

Your shoes crunched against the freshly fallen snow. It was unexpected, the snow, not supposed to start for another week. But here it was, falling to the ground all around you. Your cheeks turning rosey against the crisp air.

There was nothing to answer to Kaoru, what would there be to say? The note you'd left Hikaru, telling him about your feelings and asking to meet was clutched in Kaoru's hand. The pink paper crinkling in his hard grasp. You wanted to reach out and take it from him, yell that it wasn't his to read, wasn't his to sully, but you did nothing, just lifted the scarf higher around your face, blocking your trembling lip from Kaoru's cold stare.

"But you know~," he smirked, unmoving, "I'm always found you extremely cute."

You didn't know where this was going. There were never any signs he was interested in you, but how would you know? You'd clearly misread the notion from Hikaru.

What you didn't know was that Hikaru wasn't far away, eyes tightly shut and fingers crossed beside him. He was desperate for you to pass, he hadn't even wanted to do it this time, it felt wrong. But still, he allowed his brother to take his place at the meeting time, wanting to know it was truly Hikaru you felt for. Truly, Kaoru didn't know if he pushed for this out of protectiveness or out of spite. The way you two spoke in class, whispering and giggling and not involving Kaoru...

"Maybe we could hangout sometime," Kaoru finished, with Hikaru simultaneously mouthing to words silently in his hiding spot.

Hikaru couldn't see what was happening, but Kaoru watched you bow slightly.

"I'm flattered Kauro-kun," you said, voice wavering slightly, heard but Hikaru but not his twin, the cold politeness of the honorific wasn't lost on anyone. "But it's really Hikaru I-...." your voice broke, betraying you, showing how deeply you hurt.

He wanted to run out from hiding, beg you to finish your sentence, tell him how you felt, tell him you love him, but the script proceeded, and he stretched his fingers over the cool brick behind him. The scratchy texture gave him no comfort.

"Well!" Kaoru feighned excitement, "I really am Hikaru!"

"No, you're not."

Hikaru's eyes opened, and he felt a wave of guilt and shamed run through him.

He thought maybe you knew which was which, but, in the snow, in a time of obvious discomfort, you knew that it was Kaoru in front you you. He pulled the note out of his pocket, unlike usual, he wasn't willing to hand this one off to his brother, only the envelope. He never even let his brother read it, and that's how Kaoru knew this one was different, this is a situation where Hikaru actually had feelings for the one who professed their love.

"How did you know?" Kaoru asked, sure the game was over, but being nearly as curious as his brother, he had to ask.

"You don't... look at me the way Hikaru does, you don't... you don't say my name like he does."

It wasn't a physical tell, wasn't a cadence or voice thing, wasn't even personality. You knew from the moment Kaoru greeted you that it wasn't him.

"I should go," you said, "Tell Hikaru I'm sorry."

"Is there anyway I could convince you to stay with me?" Kaoru asked.

"No," you said, resolute and final, the game was over. You had won. "Goodbye, I'm sorry."

And you turned to leave, snow crunching under you as you walked away, tears freezing as soon as fell, causing your cheeks to sting. You'd nearly left the courtyard when you felt a hand on your arm, you jumped, having not heard anyone follow you.

And it was Hikaru, the way his hand felt wrapped around your wrist... this was Hikaru.

You'd barely looked at him, but still you whispered, "Hikaru?" and his heart nearly broke in two, the pain in your voice caused by him.

Hikaru hadn't thought this far ahead. What could he say? What should he do? Could he... should he kiss you? Fall on his knees and beg for forgiveness? Ask you to go for a walk? Call you a car? He couldn't figure it out, he was frozen, watching as you moved to look up at him, tears glistening in your eyes and on your cheeks.

"What is this?" you asked, "Was this some test?"

And before he could think he answered, "yes," not wanting to hide anything from you ever again.

"What - why? Was this to humiliate me?"

He was taken aback. "What? No, no, of course not."

"You showed him my letter?"

"No, I didn't, I swear I kept it, I have it," he said, pulling it out of his coat pocket. "I didn't let him read it."

"Why would you do this? Set me up to reject me like this? You could've been nice, I thought - I thought we were friends."

"We are!" he said, heart beating in his throat, threatening to jump out and land at his feet. He felt panicked, like he couldn't breathe properly. "There isn't anyone else, I care for you a lot..." he said, his hand tightening ever so slightly around your wrist, to show he cared, to keep you from running away, he didn't even know. "I just... I had to be sure it was actually me you wanted and not, someone who looks like me."

With that you huffed, yanking your arm out of his grip. He looked wounded, but not like you, not the way you hurt.

"Then why didn't you just ask me? All the time we spent together? All the excuses to come to my desk? Why did I need to prove myself to you? What did I ever do to deserve that?" Your tears continued, encouraged by the anger and humiliation. And Hikaru took all of it. He never defended himself, never blamed Kaoru or turned it on you. He just took it. "I'm not some client at the host club! I didn't want some fantasy version of you! I didn't want someone who could just replace you either. I just wanted the guy who started watching a show after I said I liked it so we could talk about it." You continued, not fazed by the blush blossoming across Hikaru's cheeks, even now, he was beautiful. "I have no issue with Kaoru," you said, "but you two are two separate people, and it seems like maybe you forgot that at some point."

Hikaru whispered your name, sadness etched into every letter. He wanted so badly to hug you, to tell you that he was that guy, the one who broke his pencil just so he could come talk to you. Or the one who called you on thursday after your show aired to talk about it. And especially the guy who just did anything he could that he thought would make you smile.

"Don't-" you said, holding your hand out, "please don't say my name like that I can't, I have to think."

"Think about what?" he asked, but he didn't know if he was brave enough to hear the answer.

"I don't know," you whispered, the anger faded as quickly as it came, and you were left feeling sad and humiliated. "I just need some space to think, please."

"I'm so sorry," he pleaded, desperate, "Will you call me?"

"When I'm ready, maybe."

And he sat in the snow after you left, in disbelief it had gone this wrong. He knew this was a bad idea. He knew they'd grown too old for these games. And yet, he'd done nothing to stop it. Whatever outcome this had, whatever fate he'd just sealed, he had no choice but to live with it. If it meant spending the next year trying to get back in your good graces, he would do it.

"Hikaru?" Kaoru asked, voice tender and calm, reassuring and warm. "Are you okay?"

"No," he answered, seat of his pants getting wet from the snow, but he didn't move. He wanted to cold to seep into his bones, that's where all the aching was, deep in his bones.

And Kaoru didn't say anything else, just dropped to his knees beside his brother and pulled him into a hug.

Kaoru felt totally responsible for his brother's despondence.

A week had gone by, and you hadn't called. Barely looked their way in class. When either of the twins walked by, you bowed your head, hiding your eyes from them. The way you refused to catch Hikaru's gaze... it was killing him, and it was all Kaoru's fault. He really, really thought he'd been helping. He thought he was protecting his brother, but maybe, deep down, he was just trying to protect himself, by keeping you at arm's length.

Kaoru had been a fool, and his brother was suffering because of it.

"Senpai," Haruhi asked, joining Hikaru on the couch, Tamaki sandwiching him on the other side. "What can we do?"

The whole host club had noticed that Hikaru just wasn't himself. He was constantly lost in his thoughts, drifting far away from the room he was in without ever leaving the couch. The guests were starting to catch on to the heartbreak. How there was no sincerity in his eyes when reciting their scripts.

Hikaru looked between his friends, and sighed. "There's nothing to do but wait, I guess. I hurt..." he trailed off, "I just have to wait for her."

Haruhi understood. You deserved the space you asked for, and she really couldn't fault you for that. They couldn't pull some scheme to bring you together, and she'd already had to stop Tamaki twice this week from various ideas, reminding him that you were hurt, and you needed space to be hurt.

"Have you tried talking to her?" Tamaki asked, wrapping his arm around his friend.

"She's asked me not to," he said, "She needs to think. What we did was cruel. She was vulnerable and we exploited that." Hikaru's shoulders slumped, and he fell limply into Tamaki's side, desperate for warmth, desperate for comfort.

Kaoru stood silently nearby, Hikaru's sad, crackly voice sending knives through his chest. He had to do something, he needed a sign of life from his brother, a sign that something was going to be okay. Hikaru had never blamed him outright, only himself, but the aura at the house... the amount of time Hikaru spent in bed, not speaking with his twin, it was a palpable tension.

And then, when he walked over to the big window, he got his chance. His eyes widened when he saw you, sitting in the cold by yourself, kicking some snow around with the toe of your boots, looking blankly at the frozen water.

Kaoru left the music room silently, trying his hardest not to alert the others. Mori watched him leave, but he said nothing.

You watched Kaoru approach. You weren't even sure how you knew who was who anymore. Just a glance and you knew that was not your Hikaru.

"Hey," he said, hands deep in his jacket pockets to avoid the cold. He gestured to the snowy seat beside you with his elbow. "May I sit?"

"Not if you're going to try and ask me out again," you mumbled. He nodded, brushing the snow off the bench the best he could and sat down.

"Scouts honour," he said, not taking offense to your comment. "I know you asked Hikaru for space, but he misses you."

You looked away, tucking your chin into the shoulder facing away from Kaoru. In your silence, Kaoru continued, "He's so upset with himself. We just... we don't get a lot of people who see passed our... ugh, this is hard. Sorry, I should've thought about what to say."

You turned to him, nodding him on.

"We're used to- shit, okay, I'm used to building walls. I thought I was looking out for Hikaru but really, I think I wanted you to fail. I didn't want him to go and fall in love and find someone who cares about him as much as me but... I was wrong. I was selfish, and childish. I wasn't ready to let go."

You took a deep breath, but Kaoru carried on before you could say anything. "I have feelings for someone, but I can't have her, she's taken. And then you come along and give Hikaru that note and he was so excited... and I was jealous."

"I'm not asking you to forgive me, I get it, I was being a jackass pushing Hikaru into that test, okay? We did it as kids and he didn't want to, really. I'm not just saying that so you'll forget about it. It was my fault. And you and I can figure that out later. And... and I'm not even asking you to forgive him, okay? I am only asking you to talk to him." Kaoru sounded so genuine, and he wasn't being pushy, or mean. He was only trying to help his brother, you knew that. "He cares about you so much, I think you're all he thinks about. I think you're exactly what he's always wanted, you're - you're a really good match for him. I think you make him happy. And I was so wrong to make you feel humiliated, and I'm so, so sorry. So just please, think about it, okay? Will you think about it?"

"I'll talk to him," you said, "I don't want him to be hurting."

"I know you don't," he said, "I was wrong to doubt that."

You smiled at him, and it didn't quite reach your eyes, but it was a start. Kaoru smiled sheepishly back, reaching a hand up to the back of his neck. "I should probably get back to Tamaki and Hikaru, Tam said a costume is what Hikaru needed to feel better so... so I should probably go check on that."

"I'll talk to him tomorrow, okay? I need to gather my thoughts."

Kaoru was quiet for a moment before he whispered, "thank you," leaving you to your thoughts, relieved that even if you didn't forgive him, you might forgive Hikaru.

"Hikaru-kun?"

He was startled by your voice, and he turned quickly to see you, his mouth agape. It felt like years since he'd heard his name fall from your lips, way too long, even if you were being too formal for his liking... you were talking to him, and he wouldn't complain.

He whispered your name, so soft and sweet. His eyes held the same look for you they always did, tender, happy to have you anywhere near him. "It's nice to hear your voice," he said, earnestly.

"Mm," you hummed, not really knowing how to answer.

Hikaru wanted to break the distance between you. He wanted to run to you, spin you around and tell you how beautiful you are, but he stayed where he was, beside the window in the empty music room. He had been watching the rest of the club from the window, watching as they played one of Haruhi's childhood games. Watched as Kaoru stood off to the side, watching as Tamaki and Haruhi gravitated to each other.

"I've missed you," you said, head hung, unable to see him while you spoke, fear that you'd lose your nerve if you saw how sad he looked.

"I'm sorry," he said, voice cracking as he tried to speak. He cleared his throat, trying to cover the tells of his sadness.

"I know," you said, looking up at him. He looked tired, and sad. He didn't have the same spark he usually did. "I know you were just trying to protect yourself."

"But that's the thing... I," he paused, waiting to see if you wanted to say something first. He didn't want to take your moment, when you said nothing he continued, "I don't think I have to protect myself from you. I fell into old patterns, and it was so easy to try and push you away but... I don't want to. I think I'd rather be hurt later than shut you out now, and it's terrifying."

"You have to promise to just talk to me," you said. And his eyes widened with excitement and fear. Did this mean what he thought it did? That you would welcome him to try again? He moved closer to you, holding his arms at his sides, resisting the urge to reach out for you. When he was right in front of you, you spoke again, "if you get scared you have to talk to me, and I'll do the same. It's the only way it will work."

"I'll tell you everything," he vowed, "I'll give you the world if you'd let me."

"I don't want the world, Hikaru. I just want you," you said, you reached out to him, holding a hand out to caress his face, gently stroking his cool cheek with your thumb, and he leaned into it, placing his larger hand over yours, savouring the softness of your touch on him.

His throat felt tight, he choked up. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, eyes closing as you calmed him, "I'm so sorry I hurt you."

"I forgive you," you said, "I understand why you had to protect yourself. And I understand why Kaoru didn't trust me. It's okay. I forgive you both."

He opened his eyes to look at you, really look at you. Your eyes watered, emotional at the reunion. You'd missed each other so much, being so close to one another yet so far.

"I hated not being able to talk to you," he said, "you were three desk away but I'd pushed you so far."

"Hika..."

"Wait, please let me say this," he said, taking your hand off his cheek, and holding it delicately in both his hands. "When I got your letter, I felt something I'd never felt before, in my whole life. I felt like... I had something that was just for me. That was my beautiful thing in the world and I didn't have to share. And I got so insecure, but I'm learning. I know I can be the man you deserve, I know it. And I can't promise to never make any mistakes, I promise to always care for you, and I vow to protect you from hurt and..."

"Hikaru," you laughed, and he smiled, goofy grin finally reaching his eyes in a way it hasn't since that day in the courtyard. "While I appreciate the sentiments, I don't think what you did was that awful. I was sensitive and I reacted hypocritically, and... and I promise to always care for you too. And always talk to you when I'm feeling upset, or hurt, or insecure. I wouldn't ask anything of you that I wouldn't return."

"I promise-" but you cut him off in the sweetest way. You leaned up, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, and his eyes widened in shock for only a moment before he close his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

"No more talking," you mumbled between kisses.

And he just hummed in response, melting into you. Letting you in, letting you have all of him. No walls, no games. Just shared affection and tender kisses.

Your hands placed on his chest, you pulled away, but kept your face close to his. He looked down at you, a small happy smile playing on his lips.

"Tell me how you know it's me," he said, hands stretching out over your back.

"I don't even know really, I just look at you and I know who you are. I can't explain it."

"I think you said something about the way I say your name..."

"Well yeah, that helps. You say it like it tastes good."

He smiles, a grin so happy and wide it makes his eyes close. "It does."

"And you just, you're you Hikaru, I know who you are."

And he kisses you again, with more passion. More joy, more affection, more everything. His lips move over yours like that's where they were made to be. Your hands move higher, and you tangle them in his hair while pushing your chest into his. Bodies built for each other, affection made to give to him, and him alone.

When you pull away this time, you're out of breath. And both of you have a rosy hue to your cheeks. He's just so happy to be here with you.

"Are you free tonight? I'd like to take you on a date."

"I'd love that," you said, kissing him quickly on the nose, then detangling yourself from his hold, finding your way to thread your fingers into his, holding his hand as he guides you out of the music room, holding the door open for you and gently guiding you under his arm to walk through first, never letting go of your hand in the process. He'll hold it as long as you let him. "Shouldn't you check with Kaoru first? Did you guys have plans?"

"He'll be okay," Hikaru said, not bothered by the few stragglers that saw you guys holding hands, walking through the hall like it was normal - which from now on, it would be. "We'll be okay, he thinks it's good for us, actually, to get out there more with other people. And he's gunna have to get used to me sharing my time with you anyway."

You hum, "Maybe we should make some time for all three of us to hangout soon."

"We will," he said, "but for now I just want you all to myself. Besides... we have all the time in the world."

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