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blublublujk · 1 year ago

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i just fucked your girl (and she loved it)

oneshot

word count: 11k

genre: established relationship (reader x namjoon), dark/morally gray characters and decisions

pairings: ghost hoseok x y/n and y/n x fiancé namjoon

summary:

A very lonely, horny ghost comes to haunt your dreams (and fulfills your every sexual desire).

warnings: oh my god get ready this is gonna get long. swearing, cheating?? (is it really cheating if he's dead? i'll let you decide), explicit sexual content; sexual "nightmares", unprotected vaginal sex AND anal (ITS TIME :D), rough sex, sub/dom dynamics, no safe word, submission, dirty talk, hoseok refers to people he comes across as victims (he doesn't force anyone i promise, not unless they want to ofc), masturbation, fingering, petplay? (the reader likes being called kitten), slight hand kink, slut shaming (oopsies), use of spit (oops again), use of lube, hickeys, lots of begging, hoseok's a bit mean but the ending will make it up a bit ISTG, namjoon's an innocent sweetheart, reader feels a lot of guilt, ass play (YAY), rimming (YAY pt2), mentions to gay sex and clown kink (you'll see), hoseok's like a ghost sex worker and the reader sorta manifests him, sex toys, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spanking, come shot, blowjob, hair pulling, daddy kink, breast play, creampie, a bit of a sad/angsty ending, so sorry if anything is missing I RLLY TRIED

btw there's sex scenes between namjoon and the reader AND hoseok and the reader so they both get their share.

a.n: happy fucking halloween. sorry this got a little sad towards the end, but i hope you guys love it as much as i do. i think i'll live in this world for a while. i'm so obsessed with this probably, my favorite work yet. i think this is my smuttiest work too? idk. i was gonna delete like half of it because i hate myself sometimes but i figured you guys would enjoy something a little longer so i typed and typed until my lil heart desired and this beast was created. btw i finished this at exactly 6:13pm. i thought i'd let yall know, if anyone's as crazy as me :D im so curious what you guys think about this one so feel free to comment (only if you want too ofc ^.^) idk when i'll be back with something new but please be patient with me. i promise im not leaving lol i just get busy. OKIE THIS IS SO LONG SORRY AND ENJOY. byeee <3

p.s. i do plan to write an epilogue cuz this got crazy at the end. so much left unsaid. my brain is sooo... lol

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—> welcome me on ao3 & twt

It was the same damn nightmare.

For the past three weeks you had been waking up in coldsweat, heart nearly beating out of your chest, breathing so out of control. You could barely hold yourself up.

And still somehow, you woke up drenching your panties of your own slick arousal.

It was the same nightmare from yesterday, the day before that, and the day before that. You would end up in a dark, ominous apartment. It was yours, but somehow different. The apartment was pitch black, flashing red lights from time-to-time, as if someone in the building had pulled the emergency alarm. You would crumble in your bed, closing your eyes and praying it would end soon. That’s when he would appear.

A man in all black, long dark tousled hair. His teeth were bright, you could tell by the smile on his face while he watched you wither away in your sheets. The glow in his dull, sharp eyes would shine even in the dark.

He watched as you squirmed in your bed, feeling heavy, unable to stand by your own strength.

“Don’t force it, darling. Take what you need.” The stranger would say with a strong raspy tone, smelling your arousal fall into the sheets below your bottom. You were always bare in your nightmares as if you were waiting and submitting for him.

You couldn’t resist the feeling. At his call, your fingers would come to relieve the ache between your thighs. Playing with yourself as if you were alone, but it was far from the truth. He would watch as you pumped yourself two fingers deep, sighing and whimpering, satisfied that you no longer felt empty.

Sometimes, well no most times, he would join you in your nightmares. He would tear your hands from your leaking cunt sparing mercy and you would complain against your sheets. The stranger wasn’t that bad, not for long at least, because he would fill you with his own two fingers, his eyes would dilate watching you fall apart. He was smooth and precise, he would curve his fingers, hitting your g-spot right on target, loving the sinful sounds you made as you arched your back and yelled moans without holding back.

Once he was satisfied and right as you were about to explode, he would pull away, whipping his hard, swollen cock out of his pants and tugs on himself, forcing you to watch as he pleased himself . Of course you wanted it, but this was so wrong, very wrong.

The worst part is he wouldn’t just give it to you, he would make you beg for it. “Talk to me baby, you want it?”

You would shake your head, denying him and trying to pull yourself from under him, but realistically it is all you wanted. You wanted to taste the beads that fell from the slit of his hard cock. He was fucking big and that itself made you go fucking insane, his hands wrapped around his length nicely. You tried to stop your thoughts from going any further, but your imagination was a powerful thing, thinking about how his pretty hands would feel wrapped around your throat instead of his dick.

“Oh, you don’t? Maybe I’ll just leave you like this then.” He would say and it fucked with your head.

That was the last thing you wanted. “But– m’ so empty.”

“Then beg for it slut, you don’t have to be empty and lonely for long.” His tongue was smooth and wet against your skin as he licked down your throat, sucking little marks onto your skin. He had you wrapped around his fucking fingers and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it. You wanted to move but at the same time, you wanted him to have his way with you. God can forgive you for this later.

“I c-can’t.”

“What a shame. I’ll just take care of myself and leave you here to watch.” He would start pumping his cock faster, tugging at the crown of his length.

You made an agonizing sound of complaint. “Please.”

“Please what little kitten?”

He was mean. So mean.

And you were fucking stupid.

“Please, f-fuck me.” You begged so sweetly.

The man would smile sinisterly before shoving himself deep inside you, forcing a scream of pleasure. He was not gentle in any way and you fucking liked that. As sick as it was.

He fucked you like his only mission was to make you come and drive you insane, pushing your legs far apart and brutally fucking deep into your walls.

He would watch you fall into your sheets, murmuring noncoherent words, completely submitting to the stranger you fell apart in his complete mercy.

What an honor.

“That's it baby. Squirt all over my dick.” His voice was always deep and you swore you could hear a smirk between his words.

Like magic his words would rip intense orgasms out of you and he would fuck you through them all until you eventually collapsed unconscious.

You wake up in a gasp, the wet feeling between your legs nearly makes you gag.

This can’t be. Not again.

“Baby, wake up.” A voice calls gently, soft hands soothe your back, patting and rubbing gently. “It’s just a nightmare, love. I’m here.”

“Joonie?”

“Yes baby. I’m here, go back to bed. I’ve got you.” His calm voice manages to settle the beating drum of your heart and still, this is the exact problem with these recurring nightmares.

Even as your fiancé rubs circles into your back, all you can think of is the hands of that strange man that would fuck you into a delrious state. You hated it. It felt too close to cheating.

If only Namjoon saw what your nightmares truly consisted of, he would be horrified and disgusted. Every night was worse, the guilt slowly started building in the pit of your stomach as you would daydream about the nightmare over and over and over.

…

“You okay baby?” Namjoon’s voice was gentle, aware that your mind was somewhere else during dinner.

“I- yes.” But you weren’t okay. Not one bit. Flashbacks of the man in your nightmares would haunt your thoughts. These nightmares would play in your head like old memories.

His hooded eyes watching as you fucked yourself open. He would whisper things like, ‘that’s it kitten, so fucking wet all for me’ and ‘good kitten, nice and tight for me’.

“Imagine what your fiancé would do if he saw the way you squirm in my hands. He could never fuck you the way I could, kitten. Isn't that right? Only I fuck you exactly the way you like it. My little submissive kitten.”

“Please.” Begging is all you could muster to do in your dreams. You felt pathetic. You never wanted someone so bad. The guilt only grew stronger when you realized you were fucking addicted to your own dreams. You started chasing these nightmares.

What was wrong with you?

“Baby?” Namjoon called your attention once again, smiling apologetically. “You feeling okay? Your face is quite flushed.”

Your hands fall onto your face feeling the slight burn against your palms. “Sorry. I’m okay, just a little hot in here is all.”

“It’s the end of October baby. It’s been really cold out. I’m surprised you aren't begging me to warm you up by now.” He tries to carry the conversation into a lighter, more casual matter.

A nervous smile breaks out onto your lips, as you brush a piece of hair out of your face. “Must just be experiencing hot flashes. It happens when I’m a bit more stressed than usual.”

“Anything you wanna talk about? You know you can talk to me.” He’s sweet and present for you as usual. You feel your heart drop thkining about how this is what you are missing out on by feeding into those stupid fucking nightmares. Something had to change.

Wake up, Y/N.

“Yeah, I know babe. It’s nothing to worry about. Just work stuff.” You make an excuse for yourself and it seems to work, for now.

“Mm, okay. Don’t be afraid to come to me for anything. I don’t want you suffering alone.” Your fiancé places a hand on top of yours, squeezing it softly.

“Thank you, Joonie.” This time you give him a real smile, but the guilt still stays hidden deep inside you watching as he reciprocates the smile back at you.

“There’s my beautiful bride-to-be. Stop worrying so much baby. Maybe you should take some time off from work. You know sleep usually makes you feel better. It always has. My sleepy girl.”

And there it goes and hits you all at once again.

Guilt. So much guilt. Sleep doesn’t even feel enough these days. The nightmares make you feel as if you never rest. You are clearly aware that dreams aren’t real life, but you even wake up sore from them. It’s scary how realistic it all feels. Maybe that’s why this makes it worse for you. Everything feels too real.

“Yeah… I’ll think about it.” But you won't because time off means resting and resting means more sleep and more time for these nightmares to keep haunting you. It’s like you will never win.

“Eat your dinner baby, it's getting cold.”

—-

The daydreams continue even at work.

“Let me see that perfect ass, kitten. Turn around for me.”

It’s like he completely owns you, hypnotized by his voice. You immediately present for him, face down and ass up sitting so nicely.

“Fuck kitten, look at you. Tell me, does that lame fiancé of yours ever play with this ass?”

You whimper a ‘no’ feeling a glob of spit drip into your unused, virgin hole. His thumb caressing the wet ring of muscle, watching you clench around nothing.

“I’ll change that soon, kitten. Just how you like it.”

Namjoon wasn’t necessarily opposed to butt stuff, the one time you mentioned it he briefly dismissed it. Granted, he was busy at the time with some work, and you were too embarrassed to bring it up again.

It seems you got lucky nonetheless.

The man blows hot air into your wet hole, his lips felt soft against your ass. He would leave a kiss here and there before his tongue peaked out and circled around your rim.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You weren’t the most vocal sexual partner yet somehow, under his touch, you were the loudest.

Moans fell dangerously loud from your lips as he would continue to fuck his tongue deep inside your ass. Stopping every few seconds to stare at your puffy rim, gaping around nothing. Fuck, what a sight for sore eyes you were.

“Please.”

“What baby?” His palm was heavy against your ass, watching it bounce back.

“More.” You would beg.

“Anything.” He would purr back.

A thumb circled around the velvety muscle before pushing right in, fucking his thumb alongside spit that dripped from his mouth.

Yes. Just how you like it.

“Y/N?” Your coworker brushes a hand against your shoulder. “You doing okay?”

“Shit– yeah, my bad Yoona. I’ve just been feeling a bit sick lately, I think I’m coming down with a cold.” Which is a complete lie, but how do you tell your coworker you’re having wet daydreams about another man (who by the way only exists in your imagination) that isn’t your fiancé and that it is taking over every part of your life and that the guilt of it all sits heavy on your chest as days pass by and there is nothing you can do about it, but indulge in these dreams and practically live in them because you’ve become an addict.

Yoona breathes out a light hum. “You don’t seem sick.”

Fuck.

“Yeah… well it’s just starting, my throat feels dry and sore these days.”

“Maybe you should take a day off?” She suggests.

“Yeah, maybe.” You agree just so she gets off your back.

“You’ve been working a lot these days anyways. I’m sure Mr. Gyun wouldn’t mind if you called off. You’re one of his favorites anyways.” She laughs and you fake a smile.

“Yeah, right. I’ll think about it. Let's just focus on work. We need this revised and sent off by Monday.”

“Sure sure. But I’m being serious, take a day off or two, you look like you need it. You seem… tired?” She says, worrying by the sound of her tone.

Because you know she will never let this go, you reassure her. “Yoona, I love you to death, but don’t worry too much, okay? I’ll take some time off if it gets worse. Thank you, really.”

“Alright, just looking after you Y/N. Your soon-to-be husband would kill me if I didn't.”

“I’ll tell him you’re doing a great job, now back to the transcripts…”

—-

You knew the night would eventually come.

There was only so much you could ignore and forget.

A sudden rush of heat wakes you from one of your nightmares, the jolt in your body scaring Namjoon awake beside you. You knew that he meant no trouble, but he gave you the face of ‘this again?’ and you could no longer push it aside.

“Baby?” Namjoon’s voice is tired and filled with sleep, but he asks anyways while patting your back gently, as he always does when this happens like the sweet fiancé he is. “What happens in these dreams anyways?”

How do you tell your husband-to-be and boyfriend of seven years that you get completely ruined by another man in your sleep?

Namjoon was far too sweet and innocent to get mad at you for this and you knew that. Yet the guilt never stopped you from feeling terribly about the situation.

“You won’t be upset with me?” Your voice comes out as a whisper.

Namjoon stands to turn on the nightlight by the bed before he lays back and wraps his strong arms around your waist. “Baby, look at me.”

With heavy eyes, you look back at your fiancé.

His palm cradles your soft cheek, pushing a loose hair behind your ear. “I could never be upset with you, my love. It might help to talk your nightmares through. I’ll be right here with you baby.”

With shaking hands, you take a deep breath. “Well, I don’t know where they come from, but there’s this man in my dreams.”

Namjoon raises a brow, doing his absolute best to understand you even while the clock reads in bold 3:44am.

“This man, he’s dressed in all black. He— he has these dark eyes.”

“Dark eyes?”

“Yeah, he— his eyes are dark, sharp all around, it’s sinister.”

“Okay. What happens?” He whispers, pulling you even closer into him, your hand falls into his chest for comfort.

“He— he…” You struggle finding the right words.

Namjoon’s eyes go wide. “Baby, d-does he hurt you?”

No. Of course not. In fact, he does the opposite. The man pleases you until you can’t give him anymore and he leaves you with sore limbs and the burning stretch between your legs as a reminder of what he’s done to you and what he’s capable of.

You quickly shake your head. “No but he- he touches me and does things to me.”

“Oh honey, why would I be mad at you about that? That’s completely unacceptable. Nobody should be touching you or doing things to you if you don't want it. I see now why this bothers—”

“Joonie, I feel,” you start and swallow the awful feeling in your throat, “ I feel like… if I've been cheating on you.”

“Baby, I know you would never. They’re just nightmares after all. It’s not like you enjoy it baby.” This is what you mean by Namjoon’s too innocent and kind-hearted to see past the lines between your words.

“But- I.”

“Wait… do you? Do you enjoy them?” Namjoon almost looks hurt to ask the question, but he’s quick to reassure you. “It’s okay baby, if you do.”

“I do.” You whisper like it’s some dirty secret.

There’s a pregnant pause before Namjoon pulls you completely flush against his body, rubbing circles behind your back. “It’s okay baby, it's okay. They’re just nightmares. They mean nothing.”

He kisses your hair for comfort and you let out a sob because they are much more than that to you and you know it. They are all you can think about. Shit, you think if you were given the chance, you would actually let that man have his way with you in real life. And it makes you feel disgusting because you know you enjoy this dynamic way too much.

At first, it was terrifying, you didn’t know the man and he, well he just became a weakness and you wanted him so bad, as much as you hated to admit it. Your imagination was a powerful tool. Why you and why with him? Why couldn’t your dreams be with Namjoon, your high school sweetheart?

“I’m so sorry, Joonie. For all these long nights. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. The nightmares don’t stop, in fact they only feel longer and they get worse.” You cry into his chest.

“I know honey, it��s not your fault. Just think of me whenever you feel this way, okay?” He pulls back, wiping your tears off with his sleeves. Your fiancé was so fucking sweet and that’s why you fell in love with him in the first place. He was never angry at you or disappointed. Namjoon was always patient with you and a complete sweetheart. God, you’re so fucking stupid.

“And I’m not mad at you, okay? I never will be. Those nightmares mean nothing to me. I love you Y/N.” Your fiancé whispers into your hair, kissing the side of your face.

Namjoon has always been way better than you because had you been in his shoes, you couldn’t phantom hearing about him enjoying the presence of another woman. He knew only one part of this story. Namjoon doesn’t know that you spend evenings, the time you have the house alone while he’s off at work, fucking yourself to this strange man’s voice in your head. That you open yourself up just how you do in your nightmares and you swear you hear his voice telling you to keep going. You swear you hear him calling your name asking you about how Namjoon would feel about this. Like if his whole purpose is to make you feel worse about the situation. He’s ruining your life and you’re letting him. You think you’ve given up and it’s just started.

“I- I love you too.” You reply.

Namjoon smiles apologetically, hands gentle against your skin. “Let’s sleep?”

You nod and he pulls you against his hard chest, rubbing your back while he attempts to lull you back to sleep. It eventually comes, but not before you wake to those dark eyes again and the nightmare continues. This time you don't even fight it. He fucks you until you feel yourself collapse and you swear nothing has ever felt better.

…

The next morning Namjoon gently shakes you awake. “Good morning my love, you slept through your alarm. I figured you could take a day off so I called your boss to let him know you couldn’t come in today. I hope you don't mind.”

“Joonie?” Your voice is the cutest in the mornings (according to Namjoon), he smiles watching you struggle to wake up.

“Yes, my baby. I’m just getting ready to leave for work, but I wanted to say goodbye before I leave.”

Well, it’s not like you have a choice so you accept your fate. “Oh, okay. Thank you.”

“No problem, honey. You slept quite well. You didn’t even wake up this time! Did it help? Talking through it?” Again, Namjoon could be so clueless.

The only reason you slept this well is because you were fucked into oblivion in your dream. As unbelievable as it may sound, you even felt sore down there. But he doesn’t have to know that, so he’ll just go off to work thinking that cuddles and his sweet words drifting you back to sleep actually worked.

“Yeah… yeah it did. Thank you again. Have a nice day at work.” You say, still warmly tucked in bed.

“I will, baby. ” He drops a peck into your cheek, smelling the fresh scent of his aftershave. “Call me if anything. See you later, my love.”

And like that you are left alone once again. The only thing that remains is the fluffy feeling of his plump lips buzzing against your cheek, a faint reminder that you are loved and have been for years, while you think about another man, one that only exists in your deepest darkest of dreams.

—-

Hoseok doesn’t remember how it happened. All he knew is he was standing in a place unknown, sensing there was another being in the room with him.

It's not his first time around a mortal human. No, in fact he had so much experience with lustful humans with all kinds of desires and wishes, but it has been quite long since he was manifested this strongly into someone’s dreams.

His favorite part was watching them act as if they didn’t ask for it. Call for him. They would lie and say that they could never fuck a dead being. A ghost at that. As if they didn’t manifest him themselves.

It's not like it was Hoseok’s fault for dying young and handsome and that now he tends to people’s guiltiest pleasures. It's not like he has anything better to do in the after-life. In reality, he’s doing people a grand fucking favor. The best thing about fucking a dead ghost is there’s absolutely no consequences, at least that’s what he always tells his victims. Unless you get addicted to one, then that’s really a personal problem. They can’t stay on mortal land forever, but for the time being Hoseok has become attached to his time here. Especially with his new little mortal toy.

When he first heard the calling, he almost missed it. He was fucking another mortal, a man in his mid-twenties to be exact. The man had called for him in his dreams and he attended to his duty with pleasure.

This man had a thing for clowns and Hoseok wasn’t no fucking clown, but he did his best to please him. His outfit was in all black (of course, it was his favorite color) and fit him quite well though it was different from his usual style, even down to the clown hat and all.

The guy would scream under Hoseok as he would pound into him like some fuck-doll and would have him come undone within minutes. He was so fucking easy to please. They always are.

When Hoseok came to you the first night. That’s how you found him. He still had the same outfit on (he was ripped from the last dream) and his hat had nearly fallen off in the process, but he was pleased when he came across his next victim. You were beautiful.

“Who— who are you?” You screeched, covering yourself up, cheeks flushed. You had been doing unspeakable things to yourself in the dream. “What are you doing in my room?!”

Hoseok smiles. God, they always are the same. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to and don’t mind me, keep doing what you were doing before I had rudely interrupted.”

The stranger goes to sit by the vanity in your room, making himself extremely comfortable as if it is a regular Tuesday night for him.

You try to stand and it's like something washes over you. The strange force pushes you back down and you have no choice but to take it.

The man chuckles, throwing his hat aside. “Don’t hurt yourself trying. Just let your instincts guide you. Tell me what it is you want, this will all go much smoother and much faster.”

The stranger in black winks and you feel disgusted (though your pussy doesn’t seem to agree with you).

Still you manage to say, “I want you to get out of my fucking room. I’m about to get married, you know and he’ll fucking kill you.”

“Ohhh.” He purrs, standing as he walks across the room. He stops a couple steps from your bed and leans down to match your height. “But you asked for me to come, baby. So guess what? Now I am your problem.”

He pinches your nose, wrinkling his own in the process and flashes a charming smile.

You swat his hand off you almost immediately. “I— I didn’t ask for anything. I don’t even know you and I don’t want to know you.”

“Mm, but soon we’ll know each other very well. Let’s not fight this.” The man’s voice is silky and you could practically see the sinful desire in his eyes while they take in your naked figure.

You have no idea what he even means by that, but right now you could care less. This is just a nightmare and soon enough, he will disappear and you will get to go back to doing what you were doing before he ever existed.

“Leave me alone please.”

The guy puts his hands up clearly coming and going in peace, while retreating back a few steps. “Whatever you say princess. I’ll be back when you’re ready.”

And just like that the man disappeared into a black distorted shadow.

He shows up only three nights later.

This time he catches you on your knees, riding a dildo on your bed. You don’t even hear him until he’s in front of you. Your hips stop mid roll. Whimpering as you feel the tug on your hair.

“Seems you’re ready.” He rasps, having a strong grip on your hair forcing you to look up at him.

“I— who the fuck are you? Seriously? What do you want with me? I know I’m dreaming and I can wake up any secomd so what the fuck do you want with me.” This time you don’t even entertain him. It’s clear this man has his own vulgar intentions, you wanna skip the small talk. He doesn’t seem like the type to give up until he gets exactly what he wants.

“The better question is what do you want with me. You manifested me after all, darling.”

Your eye twitches at the pet name, but you ignore it, for now. “But— I don't know you. How is that fucking possible?”

Even though he knows you won't understand it completely, he still answers truthfully. “I’m dead baby. Anything is possible.”

Great, so you’re just supposed to believe this man is some ghost haunting you in your dreams. Perfect!

This time you don’t ignore his stupid use of pet names. “S-Stop calling me that.”

“Oh?” The man pouts, and to be honest that does something to you. If the situation was different maybe you would admit he looks fucking sexy, even if he’s a menace.

His brows furrow, his jawline clenching as he speaks. “Is there another pet name you like? We’re already getting farther than last time, princess.”

You don’t even attempt to hold back the scoff, your eyes roll back. “No. I don’t— I didn't ask for you and I don’t want you bothering me anymore. Just please leave me alone. Please.”

The man groans, looking down at you with hooded eyes, the fist in your hair grips harder reminding you that he still had you under his control. “God, but you sound perfect begging. Are you sure of that, kitten?”

The man's voice drops in a sultry tone, nearling purring while he speaks. And somehow, that manages to slip a whine from your throat, nearly drooling at the sight.

Your eyes immediately widen. “I— I didn't mean that.”

“Oh, so that’s what you like.” The man smiles, petting your head affectionately. You were fucked. “Of course you didn't. You were so close weren't you, kitten?”

You shake your head, you’re unable to look away, but at the same time you want to throw his hands off you. You felt completely powerless under his gaze and you were liking it a lot more than you would like to admit.

“Don’t bother lying to me princess, I can smell it. You were so fucking close.” He whines the last part, biting his bottom lip, he seems to breathe in the scent. “So fucking close. I’m sorry. I always join at the worst times, you can continue.”

He offers like a fucking weirdo, pervert and still you disgustingly want it.

“I said, don't call me that!” Your hand flies to his and forces it off you.

“Then talk to me.” He’s rough, but firm with his tone.

“No. I don’t- can't and I won't. Go bother someone else.”

“I can’t. You asked for me and you brought me here. Now you have to deal with this.” He doesn't attempt to put his hands back on you, but he does let his gaze wander seeing as you still haven’t moved from your dildo.

“This is bullshit. It’s just in my head anyways. If I close my eyes it’s like you aren’t even here. Now let me fucking come in peace.” Your eyes closed in the middle of your rant and he seemed to listen. Hoseok backs off, watching you from your wall to be exact, but he lets you take care of yourself. That’s what he’s there for after all.

After a few seconds of calming yourself down and regaining your arousal, you slowly lift yourself up feeling the dildo pull against your walls and you drop yourself back down.

Hoseok was right, you weren’t too far away from coming, but he messed up your pace and now you have to work yourself back up.

It doesn’t take too long before you set a quick pace, fucking yourself onto the silicone length.

Truly it wasn’t that you and Namjoon’s sex life was bad, in fact he was the best fuck of your life (not that you had much experience given he was your high school sweetheart) but after years of being together, things had changed, a lot.

You don’t even remember the last time you guys got creative in bed, besides a few vibrators from time-to-time. It was starting to get boring and you didn't want to admit this to him, but you wanted so much more. It's like your body was begging for it. And you didn’t want to hurt his feelings by saying it, so instead you kept it to yourself and the sexual frustration built up overtime making it impossible not to think about constantly.

You gasp when you finally open your eyes to find the man watching you with heavy lidded eyes from your wall, he’s not even touching himself, but you can see he’s hard in his pants.

He licks his lips as he watches you jump down on the dildo ferociously. Your eyes make contact and that's when everything seems to explode.

Moans start slipping from your lips and you feel the knot in your stomach start to build quickly. The silicone molds around your walls perfectly, feeling the tip brush against your sweet spot repeatedly, fisting the sheets below you.

Hoseok’s nose seems to flare and he can practically taste your arousal in the air. He watches as you bounce on that useless dildo, wishing it was his cock instead. Your mouth falls open, drool nearly spilling while you feel the knot coming undone.

It isn’t long before Hoseok finally decides to speak and it does wonders. “Come, you fucking slut.”

Fuck.

On call, you come and he’s forced to watch you moan and writhe against your sheets, feeling the dildo slowly push out of you.

He pushes himself off the wall and comes towards you and you feel too exhausted to push him away. You are laying in the middle of your bed now, dildo still between your legs but it’s fallen out.

You feel as he pushes the dildo back inside you overstimulating your used hole as he fucks it into you deeply. You really, really shouldn't let this happen. You are going to be a married woman soon for fuck’s sake, but it all feels so fucking good- risky yet new, so you can’t help but to feed into temptation.

Sadly, your body denies it, for now at least. “N-No I can't. Not anymore.”

His action comes to a halt. “I know. Maybe next time, kitty.”

And he disappears once again.

Disappointment and guilt builds all too quickly.

Disappointed that he didn’t stay and fuck you until you passed out. And guilt that you just came in the eyes of another man and on his call.

—-

As expected, you spend your whole day off thinking about the stranger. The way he looks at you, the way he bites his bottom lip while taking you in. The way he grips your hair and clenches his sharp, symmetrical jawline when he has you falling apart in his hands. You could feel his touch, it’s impossible you know, but it all feels too real and it all happens so fast.

He had a name now. He told you in one of your dreams while he was taking you from behind.

“Say my name kitten. Who’s fucking you this good? Fuck, what a sight from behind. You’re just perfect all around, aren’t you?” Hoseok’s hands grip onto your ass cheeks, fucking into your pussy brutally. He hasn’t stopped pounding into you and it’s already been ten minutes. Maybe more? Maybe less? You stopped counting. Good dick leaves you feeling stupid.

“H-Hoseok.” You whimper into your pillow, you think you have officially lost your fucking mind.

“What?” You swear you can hear the smirk on his lips.

“Hoseok.” You’re louder this time, but your voice is muffled, face falling into your pillow.

“Louder slut!” There’s a sting on your ass and he has a fistful of your hair, lifting your face from up the pillow while he continues to ram into you from behind. You realize you are so fucking close and he knows it too, you try to meet his strong thrusts, but it’s no use because it knocks the air from under you. He manages to hold you up with a strong grip. “Fuck, fuck. You’re so tight around me, kitty. You gonna come on my dick now like a good slut? Huh?”

“Yes!” This time your voice is loud and you scream without holding back. “Hoseok! Hoseok! Oh, nghh… fuck, Hoseok!”

His name falls from your lips over and over while you come on his cock, just like he asked of you. That satisfies him enough and he squirts his own orgasm all over your plump ass, watching you come down from your own afterglow.

You had come to the fucked conclusion that the only way to possibly fucking fix something like this (as sick as it may sound) is to fuck it away. You had to tell Namjoon, maybe experiment a bit more just so you can finally get this man out of your head. Regain your peace of mind. Namjoon would do anything you’d ask of him, you could assure that. You just had to find a way to tell him so he wouldn’t feel it was his fault or as if he was lacking. Or you could just not tell him.

Either way you think fucking this away would help for the time being at least.

Sex is a very special and intimate practice and that’s genuinely how it always felt with Namjoon. He always took his time with you and fucked you slow and deep.

Before, you will admit that it was nice and that’s why he attracted you so much but now, you don’t want it to be nice or slow. You want someone to play rough, break your limits, and touch you in places you haven’t been touched before. You want to be tossed around, fucked until you can’t speak any coherent sentences. Was that just too much to ask for?

(Hoseok sure didn't think so.)

Right as you had finished cooking dinner, Namjoon made his way through the front door, setting his work bag down by the coat rack.

“You’re cooking?” Namjoon asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a quick kiss. “Smells good.”

“Yeah, I figured you deserved a nice meal to come home to. I didn’t have much else to do.” You swiftly kiss him back.

Namjoon pulls you in closer, arms holding you tightly. He still smells as fresh as he did when he first left. “I told you to rest, my love. You didn’t have to do anything.”

“I know, I know. I really wanted to though. Let’s just eat, we'll talk after.” He nods and kisses your cheek once more.

“Let's eat then.”

…

Namjoon decides a movie night is needed on a night like tonight.

You were more clingy than usual (and of course, he loves it). So he puts on a random movie and allows you to cuddle him up to the fullest of your extent.

“You’re so cuddly today, my love.” Namjoon whispers into your hair, mid-movie.

“I just missed you is all.” And you really did, it's been long since you and Namjoon had an intimate night (maybe since these dreams started), you think it's finally time.

He smiles rubbing his hand down your arm. “I missed you too honey.”

You lift your head from his chest and lean in slowly, he immediately picks up on the drift and leans down to meet your lips.

His lips are soft against yours, kissing you with gentle movements. His palm comes to rest on your cheek while you escalate the kiss.

Your tongue comes up slowly and he lets you in quite easily. You take a hand and rake it down his chest, pulling yourself on his lap carefully.

You start to slowly whine your hips, making it all too obvious about what you need and want. Namjoon follows along without complaints.

“Do you wanna?” Namjoon asks, a bit breathless, bringing his forehead against yours.

“Yes.” You whisper. “Yes, please.”

Namjoon smiles and steals one last kiss before he attempts to stand, thinking it would be best to move this to the bed, but you hold him down with a shove to his abdomen.

“No. I want it, right here.” You say, finding yourself a little breathless yourself, you needed this.

His eyes seem to widen for the moment, but he seems to agree and pulls you back in for a kiss, this time he lets his tongue push into your mouth further exploring. He tastes the sweet tang of red wine on your tongue and he groans into the kiss.

You pull back only for a second as you get rid of your shirt and he starts to unbutton his own. Once the shirts are off, you tug your bra off freeing your breast and bring your lips back together with great force.

Though he doesn’t complain, Namjoon is in shock. He hasn’t seen you this needy and desperate in years, he thinks? Or at least he doesn’t remember it like that. He lets you rut against his already hard member and kisses you with equal passion.

The next time he pulls away, he tugs on your leggings and he helps you out of them. Typically your panties come down with it, but you decide you’ll just push them aside. You return the offer by pushing his jeans down, including his briefs, his dick slaps against his stomach weighing heavy.

Your mouth instantly waters, but right now you want him inside the rest will just have to come another time.

Namjoon looks at you with so much love and admiration and for a minute, the guilt comes crashing down. You want him, you know you do so why is the guilt still there? Is it because even as you have your lover right where you want him all you can think about is how the stranger (Hoseok) from your dreams would have had you flipped onto the couch and had his way with you hours ago. Maybe he would have fucked you against the kitchen counter, defile the damn marble. Maybe he would have taken you right against your front door, like the slut you wanted to be for him. All you know for sure is he wouldn’t have let this much time pass.

You shake your stupid thoughts away and look back up at your fiancé. This is where you want to be. Where you fucking belong. Without letting your imagination run wild, you rub yourself against Namjoon’s hard length, spreading your arousal all over him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet baby.” He bites a moan back, feeling your warm juices, slicken his cock.

You moan against his mouth when you feel the tip latch on to your hole, slowly sinking down on him. You feel his cock stretch your warm walls and he feels he could come already. It's just been so long (can anyone really blame him).

You bring your hips up a bit before crashing back down feeling the burn on your tight heat.

“So warm and tight baby.” His hands land on your hips, toying with the band of your panties. “Come here.”

Namjoon brings you flush against his chest slowing your movement, his lips crash into yours. The kiss feels much different from before. He doesn’t hold back, as soon as your tongue clashes with his, he sucks and bites it playfully. You groan into his mouth, accidentally squeezing harder against his length.

“Fuck baby, just like that.” His dick twitches deeply against your velvety walls, you can tell he’s holding back. “I think I’ll come soon if you continue like this.”

Like hell, you’ll let him come now, you’ve barely had your fill. Without no desire to, you slowly slide off his dick, dropping knees first onto the cold floor below you.

“Baby–” Namjoon starts, but you push his hands away as he tries to pull you back up.

“Let me do this, you’ll last longer.” He hesitates, but eventually surrenders, laying his hands aside. “Don’t be scared to use your hands, use my mouth, Joonie.”

Fuck. How could his own perfect, sweet wife-to-be sound this seductive? He hasn’t heard you talk this way since college. And it’s been years since that. He thought the years of young, hot sex were over but he’s been wrong all along. His fiancée was the sexiest woman in the world, that he was sure of.

Namjoon’s hands find your hair and push you towards his glistening length. It’s already drying, shame, you thought, let’s keep it warm and wet.

Wrapping hands around it, you take his cock into your mouth, sliding your tongue across the slit, hearing a raspy moan come from Namjoon’s throat. “That’s it baby, God your mouth feels incredible.”

The tip of his cock weighs heavy against your tongue. He’s breathing heavy, while he watches you take him in further. You warm his cock with your mouth just as nicely as when you were on top of him.

Hollowing your cheeks, you take him as far as you could go, hearing his desperate grunts. Namjoon takes a grip of your hair (he’s still very gentle with it and you try not to be disappointed) and pushes you just a bit further, feeling your throat stretch around him. “F-Fuck baby. I really won’t last.”

You tap his thigh and he immediately lets go when he sees your eyes water. You pull off with a pop to catch your breath. “I know.”

Your voice is raspy and it’s the sexiest thing Namjoon has ever heard. And you know exactly how to make this whole situation better. Sometimes, a little whiny purr in your voice is all that’s needed to get exactly what you need. “I just want you to come down my throat. Please, fuck my throat daddy.”

Now if Namjoon wasn’t sure he could bust before, he could definitely nut in your fist right in that instant. Yes, he has a daddy kink, sue him.

“Come here.” Namjoon demands, doesn’t hesitate this time to tug you up a little harder and place you in his lap, before he shoves your back against the couch.

“W-What are you doing?” You ask, but the answer is pretty obvious when you see him line his cock up to your hole.

“Fucking you. I’m gonna come inside you. Don’t worry baby, I won’t stop fucking you until you are statisfied.” It’s like music to your ears, his hard member slaps against your clit before he slowly eases back inside you.

Both moaning at the feeling, he lets you adjust for a few seconds, but you waste no time to wrap your legs around his hips and pull him close.

“Please daddy, just fuck me.” You whine into his ear.

This time Namjoon pulls back and right before he slides out, he slams back in, balls smacking into your ass. He fucks you just like that for a while. He’s fast but skilled, finding your sweet spot quite easily. It reminds you both of older times, when things were much easier, when you were both young and easily influenced.

You moan loudly into his neck, toes curling as he fucks his dick deep inside you. “Right there daddy, please don’t stop.”

Sweat starts forming on his forehead and his hair that had once been held back by gel begins sticking to skin. It isn’t a surprise to feel him thrust harder and faster, his tongue poking at his cheek as he concentrates. “Fuck baby, I really missed fucking you just like this. You feel so tight around me, look so fucking sexy, just like this baby.”

You eat up his praise, biting your bottom lip as you feel the tight grip he has on your hips, drilling into you like he used to. Fuck, maybe you were right. This was exactly what you needed. There’s no Hoseok in your head right now. No unwanted thoughts in your mind. It’s just you and Namjoon. How it always should have been.

A whimper falls between your lips and you feel Namjoon leaving hickey’s around your tits, covering them beautifully with his own little marks.

Your legs start to shake around him, and warmth starts spreading through you quickly. “Daddy— I- I think I’m gonna fucking come.”

Namjoon grunts, mouth around your nipple while he pulls off to speak. “Yeah baby? You wanna come?”

Yes.

No.

Not really.

Preferably you would like him to control your fucking orgasm, flip you around, start pounding into you until you can’t hold yourself together but this will have to do.

“Y-Yeah. I wanna come.”

“Come sweetheart.” It’s not long before you moan sweetly through an orgasm, Namjoon fucks you through it as promised and you feel like you are levitating, he maintains sinful eye contact. His thrust starts to become sloppy and you feel the instant he lets go.

“Inside daddy, inside.” With one final strong stroke, Namjoon comes deep inside you, his breathy moans feel hot against your ear.

There’s a few minutes of heavy breathing, settling into the couch below you. Namjoon’s breaths follow close behind yours, arm tucked below your breasts, he lays behind you.

“You were so wonderful my love, I’m sorry we don’t do that enough.” Namjoon breaks the silence, kissing the side of your head.

For the twentieth time that week, guilt falls heavy onto your chest. You didn’t deserve him, he didn’t deserve this.

“No, don’t apologize Joonie. It’s my fault, really. I’ve just been… out of it. But I feel much better. All thanks to you. Thank you, thank you for everything you do for me and our home.” You start getting emotional, but you don't let your tone waver. You didn’t want him to know.

“You know I’d do it all for you, my love” He whispers into your hair, kissing along the soft skin behind your neck. “I can’t wait to marry you baby.”

There it is again, guilt.

“I know, I know. Me either.”

“I love you.” He doesn't hesitate to remind you sweetly.

It hurts to say it with all that is going through your mind, but you force a reply anyway. “I love you too.”

…

Sleep comes over you quickly that night.

Finally, you had fucked your sweet and loving fiancé and for once, your dreams don’t start off with you fucking yourself into an orgasm.

In fact, you don’t dream, at least you don't recall.

Hoseok immediately knows something is different when he arrives. He doesn’t smell arousal in the air, no this time he can tell you’ve been fucked. He can smell the come leftover deep inside your walls. He’s impressed to say the least.

He watches your chest rise and fall, a small pout framing on your lips. You sleep beautifully, he thinks you will look even better after he’s done with you for today.

With careful steps, he makes his way to the end of your bed, you jerk your arm so suddenly in your sleep and he holds back a laugh. He’s quiet when he sits besides your sleeping head, gentle fingers run through your hair.

“Mm.” You hum sweetly in your sleep, molding against his touch, thinking it was your husband-to-be playing with your hair like he normally does.

Before you hear him say, “someone had a good night. Isn’t that right kitten?”

Your eyes widen, nearly jumping out of bed, but Hoseok’s hands stop you from moving. “It’s just me baby.”

“H-How?” Your voice is raspy with sleep. “You were supposed to be gone.”

Hoseok smiles wide, hand still caressing the back of your head. “Did you really think that would happen, kitten?”

“Yes.”

“You let him fuck you.” He says like he knows for sure it's a fact. He doesn’t look too happy about it and your deafening silence answers his unspoken question. He pats your cheek. “Naughty kitty.”

You gulp, his pretty hand wrapping around your throat as he asks the next question. “Did you like it?”

“Yes.” It’s not a lie and he knows it too.

“Yeah? He fuck you better than me?” You gulp again.

“Yes.” No.

“Why do you lie to me, kitten?” His eyes flash red (they don’t), but the look he gives you is enough to warn you. Things are about to get serious so fast. “I know everything.”

You know that saying people say about fucking around and finding out. You were about to fuck around and find out real fucking fast that Hoseok doesn’t play with his toy.

“Then what the fuck are you going to do about it, huh?” The only warning you get is Hoseok’s smile and then he’s fisting your hair tightly. Jawline clenched, watching as his eyes hood and darken.

“Fuck yourself open, you slut.” He drops the grip on your hair and stands, serious look on his face, he’s not fucking around at all tonight. His hands are quick, tugging his belt off. “Make it quick.”

When he sees you still haven’t moved, a warning comes to you by a strong fistful of hair, shoving you so closely against his face. His breath hits yours, but your lips don’t touch, even though they are so fucking close. You’re tempted to steal a kiss from those soft looking lips, but you’ve acted up enough. “I said, fuck yourself open.”

He drops his grip, letting your head fall into the mattress. Hoseok’s voice is strong and demanding so you stop fucking around and pull the sheets off your body. His eyes fall on your breasts, they are covered in hickey’s freshly made by Namjoon and he tries not to let that affect him. But damn him, he wishes it was him instead. He knows you would never sleep unsatisfied. He would always make sure you slept fucked and sated. Even if that meant, falling asleep on his cock.

There’s a slight burn when your finger finds its way to your pussy. Namjoon did a number on you, but it makes it easier to fuck yourself open. His come still settling deep inside you.

Hoseok has his shirt off now and he tugs his briefs and pants down all at once, his cock springs out, looking delicious as ever. You hear a dark chuckle behind you. “Uh-uh, wrong hole kitty, I’m fucking that ass tonight.”

You whimper when his hand comes to stop your movements.

“I’m not fucking that dirty hole. Turn around. I wanna see you from behind.” He’s not putting it up for question. You push yourself up on your knees and fall back against the bed, lifting your ass towards his direction.

He curses behind you and smacks your ass. Leaving a red hand mark behind, it almost is as pretty as your face. “Fuck kitten, you really are pretty all around. Fuck that hole open for me.”

You feel spit hit your hole and your index finger rubs his saliva around your rim. Your chest is heavy, this time for different reasons, you are completely breathless.

You can’t see Hoseok, but you hear as he opens the drawer beside your bed, it’s where you kept all your toys and lube. You are a finger-deep inside your ass when you hear the lube cap open, Hoseok is kind enough to warm the lube a bit between his fingers before he rubs against your rim and finger. He lets a bit of the lube dribble down your ass cheeks. Hoseok likes it a bit messy and wet. He clicks it close and tosses it besides you.

“My perfect submissive slut.” He whispers, hands settling on your ass as you finger yourself open with two fingers now, the burn hurts but it feels so damn good. Namjoon has never fucked your ass, but it has always been one of your sexual desires. Nothing could ever compare to an orgasm through anal and Hoseok has taught you a lot about that.

Another glob of spit hits your rim and you feel him squeeze a finger in. The burn of three fingers tear through you, moaning into the sheets. “Mm, fuck.”

He grins watching you hold back moans, biting your lips hard.

“Maybe I should punish you tonight.” He suggests, still fucking his finger in your ass alongside your own. “If you come like this I’ll let you suck my dick if I’m still feeling nice.”

You complain, turning around to face him, back still arched. “No… please, please Hoseok. F-Fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

“No.” He’s cold like usual and you know he won’t budge so it's no use.

“But I-I’ve been waiting patiently. I thought all day about you.” It almost sounds like a purr and Hoseok loves it, spanking the fat in your hips this time with an unoccupied hand. His finger is still deep inside your ass and doesn’t let down.

“Yeah? Tell me about that.” He starts to jerk himself off in the process, the leftover lube in his fingers makes the slide easier, his tongue wets his lips while he maintains eye contact.

Your cheeks are burning but you continue, “I thought about your huge cock splitting me open. Forcing me to take you e-even when I can’t anymore. I thought about you spitting into my messy hole like you always do. I thought about you fucking me open against the door. Even the kitchen counter. All day, I’ve missed you all day.”

This seems to satisfy him enough so he plays nice. “Turn over. On your back. Show me those tits.”

He pulls his finger out slowly and you miss it immediately but you listen, your own fingers slide out as you turn around for him. His knees hit the bed pulling your thighs apart as he falls between them, his arm falling beside your head. He’s still fisting his hard length, watching your tits rise and fall as you breathe.

His tongue comes out and licks around your breasts purposely avoiding your nipple. “You let him mark you.”

“He’s my husband-to-be.” You answer, holding back a moan when he sucks on your skin, gentle enough not to make any marks. “Of course, I did.”

“Mm.” He hums into your skin, it vibrates and your pussy responds to this, leaking arousal into the sheets. “What else did you let him do, kitten?”

“He fucked me.” You whisper, practically vibrating below him.

“Oh I know that. I smell it.” He looks like he wants to laugh, but instead continues sucking around your other breast, giving both tits the attention they deserve.

“Squeeze them together.” He orders and you listen quickly. His tongue slides and sucks between them, still avoiding your nipples and it drives you insane. You want to feel him.

“Please.” Your voice is weak.

“Please what?” He asks, looking up dumbfounded, but he knows exactly what you want. He’s making you work for it. “Tell me kitten. What do you want?”

“Y-Your mouth.” You struggle.

“Where?” He breathes out, right on top of your nipple, tongue nearly sliding against it.

“R-Right there.” Your eyes never move.

You watch as he sticks his long, pink tongue out and very slowly licks your already hardened nipple.

“Here?” He asks between his own breaths and you moan softly, sounding sweet against his ears.

“Yes.” You whisper-moan.

He drops his cock, letting it hit your cunt while he starts to suck on your nipples like they deserve. There’s nothing sweet and gentle about this. It’s like he wants to replace Namjoon’s love bites and leave you with his own.

He switches off onto the previous breast and his hand comes to play with your other breast while he attends to the new one. He licks and sucks harshly, bruising your tender skin. You writhe against him, pussy brushing along his cock, but his hand comes to halt your actions quickly with a strong grip on your hip.

“Be good, slut.” Is all he says before he continues marking your breasts and you can’t do a single thing, but moan and whine underneath him, feeling empty. The memory of Namjoon is long forgotten.

Once Hoseok is satisfied with his work. He grins and pulls away. He grabs the bottle of lube beside you and lathers his cock in it. “Should I fuck you now?”

You are quick to nod and you feel bubbly.

Finally.

“Yeah? You think you deserve it?” He tempts and teases, his lubed fingers touch your chin and you open with ease, taking all three fingers he offers you inside your mouth. You suck hard and watch him bite his lip.

You moan around his fingers, his other hand gripping his slicken cock and you feel it catch around your rim.

“Beg for it, slut.” He slides his fingers out, saliva drips down your chin, you probably look a mess but you don't even care anymore. The sinful desire and lust is ten times worse than any other feeling.

“Please, Hoseok. Please.” You beg. “I’d do anything. Anything.”

He sees red for two seconds and then he says. “Then keep your legs open for me. Try to stay awake. Don’t disappoint me this time, kitten.”

There’s no warning for when he plunges his hard length inside your slicked rim. You know he won’t be going anywhere near your pussy, keeping his promise. You didn’t deserve it. You let someone else use your hole and now he’s punishing you.

“Oh. My. God.” You moan, it fucking burns, but soon his thrusts turn into pleasure and his cock brushes your sweet spot. It’s like he’s known you all your life, knowing the exact way to tear you apart, piece by piece.

“Ghost actually, not God, but I’ve met him. He’s not the sweet and forgiving man everyone mentions he is.” Hoseok says this all while buried deep between your ass cheeks and you would actually laugh about this if the situation was different, but instead you moan and clench around him feeling his balls slap faster against your ass. “That’s it kitten, lose your fucking mind.”

And that is exactly what you do.

Hoseok continues ramming his hips into yours for a few minutes, you aren’t speaking clearly anymore so he doesn’t understand a word you tell him, all he knows is that you must be feeling fucking ecstasy by the way you roll your eyes and yell moans.

His hands grip your hips and he comes to a stop. “Face down. Ass up. I wanna see that ass while I pound it from behind.”

You don’t reply to him, but you seem to understand. With weak movements, you move and nearly fall face first into the bed, weak limbs. You don’t even have the strength to hold yourself together anymore. Hoseok is kind enough to help though, he places a pillow below your hips, just high enough so he can slide right back inside your tight ass.

He hears your muffled moans against your bedsheets, watching you weakly grip them.

“Such a nice ass. It’s a shame really.” Your ass bounces while he mounts you from behind, it’s fast but precise, hitting your walls just right at every harsh thrust.

“W-What is?” He barely hears you reply.

“That this ass isn’t played with enough and soon I’ll just be a fidget of your imagination. You’ll forget I ever existed and you’ll never, ever receive the sexual satifisation you deserve. But maybe, one day, when it’s your turn to go, you’ll meet me in the after-life and I’ll show you just how much I’ve missed this sweet ass.” The ghost’s voice almost sounds sad and you freeze. You don’t want this to end. No.

“T-Then don’t stop fucking me. Keep me here forever.” You whisper frantically, breath hot and heavy.

“Oh trust me baby, I would if I could. For now, I won’t stop. Stay awake, kitten.” You don’t even notice you are falling unconscious, the stretch and burn of his cock is exhausting and your ass takes him greedily, but his words wake you.

He grips the side of your hips, pressing his thumbs into your back as he sets a faster pace. Slamming and ramming his dick deep within you. The moans and gasps that slip from your mouth sound so pretty, God he really wishes it would never fucking end, but he feels you slipping between his hands already.

What the fuck can he do?

Hoseok is close himself, how could he not be? He’s been practically edging himself for hours and now that he has such a juicy ass at hand, with the most perfect woman he has ever seen, he could practically come inside your velvet walls right now.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You curse and moan below him, you tremple and shake, the knot inside your stomach is barely holding up. “‘M so close.”

He nods, forgets you can’t see him. He harshly tugs you around, still quite limp and weak between his arms. “Wanna see that face when you come on my cock.”

He plunges back inside, lips close to yours, but he doesn’t kiss you. And then you realize, he hasn’t kissed you. This entire time. He’s fucked you religiuosly for weeks on end and you don’t even know what those heart-shaped lips taste like against yours. Would they be as sweet as they look? Would he kiss you gently or would he be harsh and rough like the way he fucks? You wonder about it all at once and it makes you sad for a moment. You want a kiss. Why wouldn’t he kiss you?

“Kiss me.” You breathe out, he’s grunting above your mouth still fucking you nice and deep. You are beyond positive you won’t be able to move your ass tomorrow but it’s worth it, it’s always worth it.

He looks up and then looks back down, concentrating on his thrust, you moan but hold your ground.

“Please. Kiss me.” You whisper, gasping when you feel the knot start to come undone. He knows you’re about to let go and this only drives him to bottom out faster and quicker. Skin smacking quickly against skin. Your asshole has been shaped and molded just for him. You’re loving every second of it, but he still hasn’t kissed you.

Why?

Your arms weakly wrap around his shoulders, he breathes heavy and hot against your ear now. It’s messy, sweaty and his touch is usually rough, but it feels awfully gentle now. He’s still rough inside your soft walls, but something’s changed.

“Hoseok.” You breathe, you’re so sad.

He hums against your neck, avoiding your eyes.

“Kiss me.” You plead again, he kissed your neck so softly, balls smacking harder and faster against your ass. “No, my lips.”

“Goodnight, kitten.” He whispers sounding sad into your ear before he lifts his face from your neck and those heart-shaped lips touch your softly, it’s almost sweet. You come undone as soon as you feel the touch of his magical lips and you swear you feel him come deep inside you.

It all disappears though.

“Honey?” This time it's Namjoon, hand already around your waist. “You okay? Was it another nightmare?”

A tear falls down your face and Namjoon awes, bringing you into his warm embrace. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry.”

Why are you crying?

And where is Hoseok?

“I am too.” You simply say, crying harshly into his shoulder.

Hoseok watches the scene unfold from afar. He wishes you could feel the ache you’ve left him behind too and there isn’t a damn thing he could do but wait.

“See you in the after-life kitten. There I’ll spoil you with all the kisses you deserve.”

You don’t hear him, but he knows he means well. Hoseok walks away permanently this time, he’s lost the feeling of his heart long ago, but he feels heavy-hearted and continues on his way to his next victim.

Until next time.

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skyeslittlecorner · 9 months ago

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can i request relationship hcs with the avisos boys? i really liked the ones u did for the hades demons even though i dont like any of them that much after chapter 5 lmao 😭

Do I see our favourite family? 👀 Here we go! The scenario will be similar, but we will change the topic a bit. Hades had a ball, and here let's welcome a new fluffy member of the family.

This turned out to be longer than I planned, I hope you don't mind. I just love these guys too much-

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Bael circled his own Bermuda Triangle - kitchen, office, bedroom. You knew his daily schedule perfectly, you knew when he woke up, when he fell asleep at his desk, and when to get out of his way so as not to fall victim to his legendary cookies.

You quietly opened the door to his bedroom, the first rays of sunlight falling on the dug-out bedding. Bael looked so peaceful. He was sleeping deeply, his broad shoulders rising and falling with his breath, the muscles on his chiseled back twitching as he dreamed something. Despite his tight uniform, you rarely had this view as his back was covered by his cape and the chair. You came closer and combed blond hair which was scattered on the pillow.

“You know I hate waking you up.” You whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear. Just as you were getting up, you felt a firm grip on your waist.

“I'm awake…”

“Mm. Of course." He looked so adorably sleepy that you crouched down next to him and tapped him on the nose. “You should rest some more. Avisos can handle itself for an hour or two.”

He lifted an eyelid as if he was thinking about what you said. You tried to leave again, but he pulled you towards him. Despite being sleepy, he had a strong grip. You landed on his bare chest, radiating warmth and the smell of fresh bedding.

“This isn't sleeping.”

"It is." He wrapped his arms around you tightly, murmuring into your hair. “I have to be sure that I will get up soon... and that my alarm clock won’t run away.”

“I can sneak out as silently as a cat!”

“You probably haven't seen Hell’s cats.”

He kissed the top of your head, and before you could respond properly, you felt his breathing slow down. He was sleeping, so you kissed him on the lips for good dreams. Avisos can handle itself, and you in your boredom came up with a brilliant idea.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Naberius looked at you like you were crazy when you told him what was on your mind. You were walking down the aisles of the pet store, right between toys shaped like angel wings or fetch pitchforks. You put into his basket one by one what looked the least poisonous and suspicious to you.

“Did I understand correctly… Do you want to adopt a cat?”

“Not me, us.” You made it clear. “He will live with you in the palace.”

He didn't look happy.

“Cat.”

You reached out and scratched his chin. He tried to be strong, but then he leaned his head back and his lips twitched happily from the petting.

“Yes, kitten. Because I already have the best puppy in the world here, with me. You will take care of him, right?”

“Maybe… He will have to be brought up so that he does not disturb Bael at work.”

He tried to be strong, but you knew he couldn't say no to you. And in addition to the cat food (at least you hoped it was cat food), you discreetly added a collar that would go well with the black glasses and red horns.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Amon helped you put out the pet shopping and arrange the room so that it would be ready for a new little roommate. He sat cross-legged in the corner, between the cat lounger and the food bowl, and read the instructions for the small water fountain you had just assembled. He clicked a few buttons and water began gushing from above and pouring down to the lower levels.

“Did you know it's a bird fountain?”

“It's also suitable for a cat.”

His legs looked so comfortable. You couldn't resist. You brazenly placed yourself on his lap and wrapped your arms around his narrow waist, completely distracting him from the instructions. He hugged you tightly and started purring like a kitten himself.

“Nabe said he would help me raise her, but you all will be definitely switching places. After all, if you have patrols, you won't always be in the castle.”

Amon stroked your cheek. He completely forgot about shopping, and water from the waterer he turned on was spilling onto the floor. You tried to turn it off, but it splashed you in the face. As you snorted water, he quickly corrected the wobbly structure.

"Be careful, love, that's not how it's done. Come on, I'll help you.” He cooed, wiping your wet face gently. “Maybe I should fix it?”

“That's probably a better idea.”

You agreed, but when he leaned towards you with his love-struck smile, you wanted to forget about the waterer and pull him down to the carpet with you in a deep kiss.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Stolas was your companion whom you took to the shelter. Despite your excitement, you tried to remain calm. You just didn't know why he kept boasting about how he would defeat any beast you chose, but everything became clear when you arrived. The enclosure where the animals roamed looked more like a coliseum full of wild beasts than a meadow with cute kittens. The smallest of them made Earth's lions look like meerkats.

“Just show me who to beat for you!” Stolas rubbed his hands together with aggressive excitement. “Who makes you sad?”

You sighed in resignation.

“I thought they were smaller. When I was shopping with Amon, all the things we bought… were smaller.”

“So it's Amon's fault? I knew. I'll kill him!"

"Wait!" You placed your hands on his chest as he was already turning around to find another devil. “I thought I could have a cat in the palace… but I see they are too big.”

He looked closely at your disappointed face, then pursed his lips.

“If you like animals, I can take you to an owl cafe.”

If he wanted to cheer you up, he made it. You tilted your head with interest.

“Will you turn into an owl yourself?”

"NO!"

You hoped he was lying. You needed a fluffy ball to cuddle up to. Either way, your mood improved significantly as you left the coliseum filled with beasts for a cozy cafe full of cooing birds.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

You were sitting at your desk, finishing writing down financial reports you wanted to help the Baels with. You've almost come to terms with the fact that you won't have a kitten when Beelzebub stormed into your room without warning. You stared at him with question marks on your face.

"I have something for you!"

His presence hadn't even dawned on you yet, and there was already a cardboard box on the table. He handled it surprisingly gently. Put it down slowly, as if there were porcelain tableware inside, even though it looked solid. It was a strange box, making sounds through tiny holes on the sides.

Beelzebub stood behind you, resting his elbows on your shoulders and folding his arms over your chest.

“Go ahead, you should check it out, I'm sure you'll like it…” He trailed off when, instead of reaching into the box, you took his hands.

“I'd rather have you than welcome gifts, you know?”

He fell silent for a moment. You couldn't see his face, but his voice had softened noticeably.

“You'll like this one. I promise. Open up, don't make her wait.”

You had a feeling you knew what you would find, and it makes you ticklish inside. When you lifted the lid, a pair of coal-black eyes stared at you from a fluffy muzzle. Kitten. A small, striped, earthly kitten. Your voice stuck in your throat as you squeezed Beel's hands tighter.

"How did you know…!"

“I'm everywhere and hear everything, baby.” He reached out and grabbed the kitten by the nape, just like its mother would. Little pet started meowing.

“Gentler!” You smacked him and took the fluffy ball in both hands. “Is this how you treat your new daughter?”

“My daughter?”

"Yes. Now that you have a baby, you have to visit us more often, you know?”

He leaned down and nuzzled his nose into your shoulder.

“As soon as this is all over.” He promised in a whisper so quiet it might as well have been your imagination. “I will never leave you again. I promise.”

You held the purring kitten to your chest with one hand and stroked Beel's soft hair with the other. Despite his giddiness, you felt that these were not idle words. Your heart sank at the thought that he missed you too. Whatever was going to end, let it end quickly, because all you wanted was to go to sleep next to him, knowing that you wouldn't wake up in an empty bed.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb bael #whb naberius #whb amon #whb stolas #whb beelzebub #skye's little talk

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lucysarah-c · 9 months ago

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Hi! Happy new years eve ✨🥂 hope you had an awesome 2023 and all my best wishes and blessings for 2024 🫶🏼

Now, I can’t get this idea out of my head. Levi adopting a kitten with his girl. I always thought of Levi like a cat person, idk he just seem to fit on it. And as a cat person myself I would love to read something about it.

I can imagine him thinking is a bad idea but then he cant go anywhere in the house without the kitty 🫶🏼 so adorable I guess

Ahhh happy new year!! Thank you for all your well wishes and sending them back to you! I'm sorry it took me this long to write this for you sweetie! T-T so sorry

It started in the least expected way. Levi and his group of friends had been trying to find new ways to spend time together in their difficult adult lives. They wanted to revisit certain activities they used to enjoy in their glory college days and bond a little. You, of course, didn’t complain. If Levi decided to go camping with his friends or hiking on any weekend, it was also a chance for you to hang out with your friends at home, maybe watch a movie he doesn’t like, and have a “me” afternoon. It was all positive until Levi began to notice something during their hangouts.

Dogs.

All of them, particularly Mike and Erwin, had their own respective big, fluffy, loyal-to-death dogs that they would take with them on hikes, jogs, or even camping trips. You could see from the look in your boyfriend's eyes that he was envious. The only reason you and Levi hadn’t adopted any pets before wasn’t because of you in particular. You grew up with pets, loved them, and felt that the house was missing something without a fluffy companion. And don’t get me wrong, Levi had always had a soft spot for animals. But, in his own words, “As a kid, my family could never afford one… and Kenny hated them so.”

When you two moved in together, he didn’t want any pets due to "too much hair, too much mess, and too much money spent on the vet." But now, you could see in his eyes that he desired one, especially when they took pictures with his friends' dogs, and Levi hardly ever took pictures himself. Sooner or later, you brought up the idea, and he seemed excited. You quickly guessed that he wasn’t going to be the one to suggest it since perhaps his pride stopped him from admitting that now all the previous reasons he had given you to say no weren’t that important.

One lazy Saturday, you were walking past the doors of a shelter. Both of you admitted that if you were going to get a pet, it would be a rescue, giving the chance for an animal to live the American dream (two adults with good salaries, a pretty house, and no kids) after someone had made them believe they were trash. Both of you talked to the receptionist, who said that soon she would walk both of you to the dog’s department to choose. But when the guide came back and you were ready to go in and check out the puppies with your boyfriend, he was nowhere to be found.

Quickly, you followed the sound of people talking, and there he was, talking to a vet at the cat’s side of the shelter. The vet seemed to be deeply engrossed in conversation with him as you reached his side.

“Lev? Love, they are waiting to show us the dogs,” you called to him before smiling softly at the vet, acknowledging their presence.

“Oh, I was just telling him that she never gets close to anyone, not even to us. It was almost magical seeing her trying to reach out to him,” the vet said, and you quickly concluded it was the cat that was rubbing the top of her head against the front of her cage, trying to reach Levi.

“Aww, poor thing,” you said as you bent down slightly to have a better look at her face and perhaps give the cat some love through the small space of the bars. But the cat quickly moved away from your touch and softly hissed.

It hurt you, despite knowing that all cats have their temperament, until the vet spoke again, “Oh, she has always been a little grumpy; she’s not a fan of people.”

Levi also bent down to the cat's level, and he seemed to be the chosen one because the cat was continuously bumping her head against the cage, seeking more love from him. “Well, that makes two of us,” he commented, admitting his antisocial tendencies.

“When we found her, we thought she was feral because of the damage from living on the streets and her attitude, but we found she was chipped. We contacted the owner, but he said that since she couldn’t have more kittens, they left her in the streets,” both of you slightly raised to look at the shelter’s owner with heartbroken faces. “She’s been here for a while, but nobody wants her because she’s old, grumpy, and because of all the pregnancies she had, she has FIV, which is an expensive treatment an-”

“I’m taking her,” Levi interrupted the vet without a second thought, and you were about to comment that the plan was to get a dog, nothing against taking the little cat.

“Are you sure? It’s a lot of responsibility, and she’s rather old,” the vet warned.

“I’m sure. What do I have to do to take her home?” Levi replied with confidence.

That’s how Chai Tea, or just Chai, came into your life. She was a grumpy old lady, but you two loved her to death, especially Levi. She seemed to be a golden brownish Persian, which made sense given her breeding history, but one of her ears was damaged from living on the streets, giving her a permanently angry face. The first sign of her enjoying being a spoiled princess was during her first visit to the vet after her adoption, when the instructions were to reduce her food rations because she was already a bit too chubby.

“Shhh, don’t listen to the vet. You’re perfect,” you heard Levi whispering as he rocked her in his arms in the kitchen. “Here, have some ham.”

She was obsessed with him, and he was obsessed with her. Did Levi complain about the hair? A lot, but at least he took the effort to vacuum and brush her himself. In his own words, “If I can make her life worth it for even a little bit at the end of it, then I’ll do it.”

It was endearing to receive a text message from Levi saying "On my way home," and then witness the little fluffy ball rushing down the hallway with her short legs once you tell her "Chai! Daddy is coming home!"

It was incredibly cute how she would meow all the way to the front door, occasionally looking back at you to make sure both of you were going to greet him.

It’s rather funny how he went to a shelter to get a big dog for his "bro's" adventures and came back with a cat that demanded to be picked up and rocked in his arms while he prepared dinner. Even funnier is how he accepted it. Now your camera phone is full of pictures and videos of Levi humming lullabies, sleeping with a cat on top of him, or holding her up in the air so she can hunt a moth.

A little bit jealous? Perhaps. Sometimes, Levi seems more eager to greet the fluffy cat when he gets home than he is to greet you. But being able to give an elderly cat a second chance was a better experience than anything else.

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wangxianficrecs · 4 months ago

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💙 In A Week by MimiSpearmint

💙 In A Week

by MimiSpearmint

T, 2k, Wangxian | Podfic Available by Firewitch (Keller012)

Summary: “There was this man who was always feeding me.” The kitten’s ghost looks up at him, empty eyes still imploring, “Death, can I see him one last time?” A kindly Grim Reaper watches as Lan Zhan adopts cats throughout the years Kay's comments: Filed under stories that made me weep like a little kid. Like, this made me so emotional. This hit all the right points to just destroy me, also this definitely should have been tagged "Major Character Death." If you're not ready to read a very sad stories in which cats die and human Lan Wangji ages and loses his cats over the years, skip this one. If you're in the mood to get absolutely emotionally enjoyed, please enjoy this feast. I literally have no words, I'm writing this rec with actual tears in my eyes. There's also a podfic available, if you struggle to read through the tears. Excerpt: A young family exits the cat enclosure, a small, white kitten already in a carrier. It looks docile and elegant, even for a shelter cat, not making a sound. When Lan Zhan enters the room, there is an older man already there, back to the door and wearing the weird semi-scrub uniform the shelter workers sport. “I’m sorry, old girl,” says the worker, a resigned sort of sadness in his tone as he fiddles with a cage lock, “I’m afraid your stay is over.” “I’ll take her!” blurts Lan Zhan. The worker starts and drops his keys in shock. “Please,” he adds. “Y-yes,” the other man stutters, fumbling to pick his keys back up. “She’s not a kitten though,” he warns. As the cage is unlocked, this much and more becomes apparent. The cat cowers in the back corner, fixing the worker with one – just one – large, fearful eye. A deep pink scratch extends over its nose and bisects the sewn-shut remnants of its second eye. Its fur is black, like his last kitten. When the worker steps back to let Lan Zhan have a closer look, the cat creeps forward, pressed close to the perimeter of the cage, to sniff at this new stranger that has come to gawk. It stares at Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan stares back. They come to an agreement. The cat – Bichen, he has decided – purrs as he picks her up and puts her in her carrier. She purrs on the drive home, when he sticks his fingers through the carrier’s grid door, his uncle’s voice bitching in his head about keeping both hands on the wheel. She purrs when he explains to her gently that this is her home, that she must stay indoors for safety, that he keeps her here because he loves her and does not want her hurt. “You are good,” he says when she purrs next to him in bed. “You are a kitten, no matter what they say. You are good.”

podfic available, pov lan wangji, pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern with magic, grief/mourning, animal death, cats, major character death, soft lan wangji, pre-relationship, emotional hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort, sad with a happy ending, hopeful ending, grim reaper wei wuxian

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mylittlesecrethaven · 6 months ago

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I'm Making Fluff Headcannons Cause I'm Sad: Teachers

.....

I really only like Crewel and Sam so.... let's hope I can do the others justice.

.......

I'm scared I'm gonna write them like shit....

Crowley:

Trust me on this-

You ain't gonna be working a day in your fucking life

Nope

He's gonna get some other unfortunate student to do all the work for you

You won't even have to ask

Takes you on the most luxurious vacations ever

Frequently, too

You do hear a lot of "Aren't I so generous?"

And "Because I'm so kind~"

But honestly?

Towards you, he really is

Spoils you rotten

He does have this weird thing where he cries really easily when it's something to do with you

Happy or sad tears

Like, if you do something really awesome?

Tears of joy

If you get hurt?

Tears of sadness

Crewel:

Also spoils you

But on the lighter side

You'll still have to work

And do shit

But if you do well?

Well, you get a treat

In a metaphorical sense

Usually it's praise or something of the like

But if you do really well?

He might get you a gift

He's gotten you several dogs

And you've only been together a few months (or in a friendship, if you're wanting platonic)

Also loves teaching you potions and stuff

Yes, he's strict when he teaches you

But you still get your little treat after you finish the potion correctly

You're his living mannequin, btw

That sounds creepy

But it's not

He just loves putting you in all his new outfits he creates

Seriously, you're entire wardrobe is now filled with stuff he made

Trein:

He's already gotten you your own cat

And said cat is already best friends with Lucius

Also, be ready to become a history nerd

Cause he's gonna get you books

Mainly history books

And a shit ton of them

Also, I know it's a thing where student fall asleep in his class

And yes, it could be because it's boring

But it's also because he's got one of those voices

Y'know what I'm talking about

One of those voices

That you just love to listen to

When it's not about history

And he'll talk all you want

Gladly

Much more strict on you than Crewel

But it always surprises everyone when he's super soft with you

Cause he can be super super soft

Like a kitten at times

Vargas:

Dad jokes

I am a firm believer that this mans is the king of dad jokes

And he runs all of his dad jokes through you

Multiple times

And sometimes they're funny

And other times....

They're just stupid

Aside from that, he's a really serious guy

When it comes to athleticism, that is

Trust me, you'll be fit if you're around him

Exercise, even if you hate it, is something he'll make you do

But he won't push you super hard

He'll give you a small goal to reach

And once you've reached it, he'll up it

He's very easygoing for you compared to his students

He does drag you into his shenanigans more than he should

But you find them fun

And he always finds a way to make you laugh at some point during his little schenanigans

Loves making you laugh

Also loves you making him laugh

Sam:

Eccentric mans

Just has the most random stuff

And gives you the strangest gifts

Every day

But they always end up being practical at some point

You don't know how he does it

But you've always ended up using the gift at some point

Has you running the shop for him when he's gone

Doesn't even warn you about shit

He trusts you can handle anything

I mean, nothing from his shop has killed you yet

You've gotten a few scratches, but he's always apologized for them

And given you a treat for holding up the shop while he was gone

He does that anyway, but still

He has his own little ticks, I guess I could call them

They're like these strange little things he does for no reason

Like, there's a certain part of the floor he taps twice with his foot every day

There's a certain item he always has in stock even though nobody buys them

He has a thing where he winks every time he hears certain words

You don't know why he does it

He won't explain why either

But you kind of think they're cute

*pain* agugaugahgaugauagha

I fucking sucked on that for everybody but Crewel and Sam.

I tried to keep it mainly platonic, but idk.

These kinda suck.....

*sigh* fuck me fucking hell augaugahaguaga

This is my least favorite of these that I've done.

#twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst

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aruanimess · 2 months ago

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Hi Myrtle!

I hope you're doing fine (and thank you a lot for your recent MYLYSW comment, thank you so much T^T)

As for the prompt list, how about fixing their clothes a little for them when noticing something is off with post-canon AruAni?

Have a great day!

Quiet acts of love prompts

Hello, Anna!! I'm doing... okay. (Distracting myself with cute prompts) Your chapter was lovely and you should know, no need to thank me! I hope you're having a wonderful day!

~~~

For what seems like the fiftieth time this morning, Armin checks his pocket watch. The numbers on the dial seem to mock him. Sure enough, they're running late.

They're meeting a delegation from Hizuru at 10 for a casual brunch before the official negotiations. His idea. He thought they could soften them up by entertaining them first, making them more accepting to the rather unfavorable terms he plans to present them with later. Talk over some coffee and pancakes, tell a few jokes here and there, get to know each other and then serve them with the bitter pill. Easy.

But Annie slept in, and now they're running late.

He taps his foot impatiently, but says nothing to urge her to go faster. He knows there's no point in that. As a matter of fact, he's happy that Annie is feeling comfortable enough to snooze for a little while longer.

When they first started dating, she used to wake up with the sun. A soldier's schedule. Now, she stretches languorously in bed, well past the alarm, yawns like a fluffy lazy kitten and turns to the other side for another nap. It's glorious. He doesn't want to ruin this by complaining about some boring diplomats.

The bedroom door slams open and Annie staggers in awkwardly, heels clicking precariously. Her hair is still wet from the shower, and she only has one sleeve of her suit jacket on. A pastry is hanging from her teeth.

"We'll eat there!" he can't help but exclaim.

In an impressive feat, Annie gobbles the pastry up in two swift bites. Without holding it, she tilts her head back and drags the sweet thing in her mouth by opening and closing her jaw like an oddly attractive pelican, as her fingers fidget with the buttons of her shirt.

Armin eyes her with some concern. "Do you need help with that?"

She shakes her head, still struggling. "I got dizzy by getting up too fast," she explains. "I couldn't leave on an empty stomach."

He smiles as he watches her hands flying over the buttons.

When she's done, she spreads her hands. "Ready," she proclaims proudly, but she's anything but.

Armin can't help it, he laughs. Hiccupy giggles roll past his lips and he wipes a lone tear of mirth from the corner of his eye. "Oh my god, sorry. Sorry," he flounders, "it's just... your shirt is buttoned wrong."

Annie looks down to her soddy buttoning and frowns. With less confidence, her hands move once again. Armin can tell she's trying her best from the concentrated wrinkle between her brows. Once she's finished, she squints at herself doubtfully as if she knows something is wrong but can't figure out what.

She shoots him a questioning glance and pouts.

Armin bites his lip, trapping a new wave of giggles. "It's still wonky," he says. "Here, let me."

He undoes her own haphazard work and pinches the ends of the fabric carefully, bringing the crisp cotton together in slow measured tugs. He lines up the holes with the buttons with ruler-like precision and tucks them into place one by one starting at the bottom and working his way up to her collar. His gaze, transfixed at his task as it was, finally lands on Annie's flushed face. There's a small, secretive smile curving up her lips.

"What is it?" he asks.

Her chin dips down, eyes falling on her shoes. "Nothing," she says. "You're good to me, that's all."

A blush rises to his cheeks, and he scratches his nose nervously. "You'd do the same."

She hums thoughtfully. "Perhaps."

He kisses the tip of her nose. "For sure." He smiles. "But we better run."

Annie nods quickly and they're out the door in five seconds flat.

The brunch goes great... up until the diplomats start ordering breakfast cocktails. Armin of course couldn't possibly refuse when offered the sparkly drink (the intention was after all to suck up to them), so he has more than a few refills. After that, the world becomes a little blurry around the edges.

He's returning to their table after a much needed bathroom break, when Annie walks up to him and cuts him off.

"What?" he says.

She leans in. "I'd return the favor from this morning, but I don't think you want me groping your crotch in public."

What in the world, he thinks. "Huh?"

Annie's gaze flicks down. "Your flies are open."

Armin's hands fly to his pants. Oh dear, she's not wrong. Keeping an eye on the delegation, he angles himself subtly and pulls his zipper up.

He takes Annie's hand in his and squeezes. "Thank you, love. You always have my back."

She hums noncommittally and leads them back to the table without commenting. She doesn't need to, though. Armin knows it to be true.

#asks #aruani #armin arlert #annie leonhart #prompt fill #my writing #mini fic

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hiperacid2 · 1 year ago

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A letter from one's aching heart.

╰┈➤ nanami kento x reader ･ﾟﾟ･｡ wc: ~600

╰┈➤ post shibuya 2018 incident, spoilers for the recent s2 ep (18), gender neutral!reader, angst, mostly hurt/small amounts of comfort, grief, unedited . ･ﾟﾟ･｡posted on ao3!! ･ﾟﾟ･｡ @bitchcraftinc ੈ♡˳

"I've lived and I've loved, I've drank bitter and cold coffee, and I've drunk it warm and sweet too. Lately the world lost its color, and with it the respite of love went away. Maybe it's still there, in the way I still cook, make coffee, load the laundry, buy takeout, and more; everything for two. I keep forgetting I'm going to wake up in an empty, cold bed, that my towels won't ever be warm again when I get out of the shower; sometimes I speak waiting for a response, but what answers me is the silence of a hollow house. I keep saying 'I'm home!' with a smile every once in a while, but then again, hollowness is all I get back. Sometimes I wonder if things could be different, if we could have had an eternity of warm embraces and late sunday mornings. Wondering is futile, you taught me that, what matters is the present, the now. There's days where I buy myself a flower bouquet and put it in your favorite vase, the one that I think is boring and dull, and other days I treat myself to a dinner date, always pouring something for you too; I hope you're enjoying that. Don't worry about me, I'm doing good, it seems I was prepared to live without you, it's so hard, but I'm doing good. Though I loathe the day your clothes stop having your smell, I keep spraying your cologne in your pillow, hoping that the smell brands itself in my brain. I've had no luck yet, maybe if I try harder I will achieve it. I hope you forgive me, but I made one of your ties my lucky charm that I tied to my bag, and I had to cut it in half, with the rest I made a bracelet which I use almost every day, hoping to have a piece of you with me always, at least physically. Maybe I will adopt that little kitten, the one you insisted I should stop feeding. His mama vanished, and he's doing relatively good by itself. But I have all this love inside me that is for you, overflowing and drowning me; it seems to like the charm made out of your tie because they always play with it when I put my bag down. Even when you're not around you still are a magnet of strays. …I am making this longer than I planned, maybe I will write you another letter next week, or when I feel ready. I hope you don't mind the ink a little smudged because I'm crying. With love, always and forever, until we meet in another life, Kento."

You carefully folded the letter, chest full of sobs and tears completely clouding your vision. Nestling the pen you just used against your chest carefully, it's weight heavy in your hands, is Nanami's favorite.

After calming down enough to move, you take the folded paper and move it next to the plain cream vase that now holds half wilted flowers, leaving it there, with the pen over it as a weight.

Grabbing your bag as you take a tissue from beside the door, you put on your shoes. The keys on the door jingle, a solitary keychain with now no pair dances. Closing the door, your next destination is the pet store, the kitten is going to need a lot of new things… absentmindedly you wonder what name would suit them as the sounds of the city engulf you.

╰┈➤ a/n: this has been rotting in my docs since SEPTEMBER !! i'm so happy to finally release it here into the wild, it's not much but im thinking about grief and him allllllll the time. thank u for reading!! ♡

reblogs are greatly appreciated

#nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento x reader #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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loverslodge · 1 month ago

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in the kitchen

summary: you and jake were competitors but one mistake changes everything.

pairing: Chef!Jake Jensen x Reader

warning: angst, fluff, time leap, happy ending, implied smut

A/N: i finally got my grubby hands on my Jakey. i wanted smut it up but i thought it would be nice to ease Jakey in.

When you say you have career plans, you mean you have plans that have been stretched out for 5 years. And when you say you hate Jake Jensen, you mean he is one annoying, blue-eyed, blond haired, carefree smiling jerk, who thinks he has everything figured out.

Being a university student meant working hard. This was for your own future. A brighter and better future that you wanted to build for yourself. That is why you are where you need to be, as one of the top students.

Your grandmother was a chef in your family restaurant and that grew into your father taking over and your mother became the new chef. You would often join the kitchen since you were child and saw the meticulous methods used to create the perfect dish. You learned those methods, the ways and the recipes to build perfection. You wanted to make your family proud.

But right now, all you wanted to do was throw this can of tomato sauce on Jake Jensen’s head as you saw him bopping around the station with his music cranked up so loud that it was difficult to hear your own thoughts.

You were given a task to make a dish from ready-made items, available to make cooking easier. You thought it would be easiest to make spaghetti with tomato sauce and cheese with basil and rosemary for garnish. Guess who else is making spaghetti? Yes, that's right, that little handsome piece of shit. Although he isn't that little.

Little known fact about Jake Jensen is that he loves to annoy you. He had been on your case since the first year of university. He always called you uptight and oh! Let us not forget the nickname he has given you.

“Jensen! For the love of god, turn off your atrocious music! I will burn off your hair with this burner.” You have had it up to here.

“Ah! Kitten is getting angry again. Better do as she says or she’ll not leave any wood for us.” Jake laughs at his own mocking.

“I'm being serious, Jensen. Turn off your music. I can't concentrate. I need to think to make good food, unlike you, who throws everything in a pan.”

“But I need music to make cooking more fun. You sway, you dance, you sprinkle. Isn't that part of what good food is about.”

“No! None of that is true. Never sprinkle without the correct measurements! Always follow the recipe.” You pointed at your notepad where you had fleshed out everything.

Jake got out of his station and walked into the pantry. Making sure that he was gone, you walked to his station and turned off his bluetooth speaker. You sighed in relief as you felt the peace and quiet around you. The only sound you needed was the sound of simmering and chopping. You sauntered your way back to your station and started working on your recipe.

The spaghetti was boiled and done. You drained it and gently put it into the saucepan where you had put your tomato sauce to simmer. You grated the cheese a little into the sauce to thicken it a little and started mixing everything together.

“Kitten! Did you seriously just turn off my music?” Jake stomped up to your station.

You shrugged your shoulders and went back to work without looking up. He walked back to his station and you thought to yourself that you had finally learned how to shut him up but boy were you wrong. A loud drum beat played right beside, causing you to spill your entire prepared dish on me. Your clothes were safe, thanks to the apron, but you could not say the same about your hand. Your own food had burnt your hand off and while Jake spent his time laughing at the antic he pulled, you rushed my hand under cold water, hoping the damage was not that bad. It was a boiling hot tomato sauce after all.

“What? Is kitten angry?” Jake’s taunts were not going to get to you because the burn already did.

Tears spilled from my eyes as you tried my best not to feel the burn. You could see a large red spot forming surrounded by blue and black spots. Once you were convinced that there was not much you could do right now, you removed your hand from under the cold water and patted it gently. It did hurt a lot but you were not going to say anything. Except you just untied your apron and threw it at Jake’s face. The sauce from earlier, smeared on his face and he looked at you dumbfounded.

You looked at him one last time and walked out of the kitchen, hoping you would not run into him again today. You started making my way to the medical wing of the university when you ran into Aisha, one of Jake’s friends.

“Hey! I was just coming to get you and-, are you okay? Why are you crying?” She pulled you by your injured hand and you hissed. She immediately let go of it and saw the injury. “Oh my god! We need to put something on it!”

She pulled you by your uninjured hand and we entered the medical wing. You got a bandage around it and were asked not to move it around a lot.

“Now will you tell me what happened?” Aisha asked, sitting you down on the bench in the courtyard.

You had stopped crying but your red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained face was not making it easier for you to not complain to her about what her friend did. You shook your head. “Nothing.”

“I dare you to lie to me again. What happened?” Aisha insisted.

Your eyes sprung tears again and you told her everything that happened with Jake in the workstation. She hugged you and let you cry out. The pranks, the teasing had never been taken this far. Jake hurting you was the last thing you wanted but it had happened.

So maybe you didn't really hate Jake. You were just too much in love with him. You fell in love with him on the very first day. You saw him joking with his friends and laughing out very carefreely. You loved his smile and his sparkling eyes. His body was just an added bonus to everything.

In fact, you had approached him once, trying to be his friend but he doesn't remember that. It was during the freshman party. Everyone was gathered and almost everyone was drunk. You weren’t, you didn't want to indulge in a new place. You saw him talking to his friends and you went to talk to him. You figured he was drunk but you still talked to him. Then you kissed. You didn't want to take it farther than that because he was drunk. It was a kiss that made you see stars. You had hoped it would've worked out the next day but remembered nothing and someone in the class called you uptight because you had refused to put out. That stuck to Jake and so here you were, rivaling over god knows what.

You held on to whatever connection you got with Jake. You let him be mean to you because you craved his attention. You loved when you were the center of his universe, even for 5 minutes. You cried a lot because of this though. Because how hopelessly in love did you have to be to let him get away with teasing and name calling?

“You should tell him, Y/N.” Aisha patted your hand.

“No. I don't need to tell him anything, Aisha. We- He doesn't see me and he never will. So please let it go. I'll get over it. I'll get over him. I always do.” You get up from the bench and walk away, giving Aisha a wobbly, half-hearted smile.

………………..

“No. I don't need to tell him anything, Aisha. We- He doesn't see me and he never will. So please let it go. I'll get over it. I'll get over him. I always do.”

Jake heard that. He was on his way to meet his friends when he saw Aisha. He was about to go to her when he saw you with her. He stilled. He hid behind a column and looked at what was going on. His heart sent a tug when he saw your tear-stained face. Your bandaged hand also didn't go unnoticed. He wanted to walk up to you and ask but the conversation he heard broke him.

He really never saw you that way. He always thought of you as an uptight competition who fought for first place just like him. You were not a woman to him, just a classmate. He remembered seeing you at the freshman party. You wouldn't drink, wouldn't talk to anybody and that was it. Then he doesn't remember anything other than making out with someone.

Jake started teasing you because he loved seeing your angry face. Your scrunched up nose, flare in your eyes and he especially loved hearing your quips. He found you so fucking witty. He doesn't know this but he follows you around like a puppy because he loves to tease you. Sometimes he would hide from your sight just to see you work. He loves seeing you work, with your eyes laser focused, involuntary pout on your lips and sparkling eyes when you get the result you want.

Jake saw you run away as your tears ran freely. He just stood there trying to think what happened. He heard you, loud and clear. You will get over him. Why would you?

“You can come out now, Jake. she's gone.” Aisha got comfortable on the bench.

Jake walked out from behind the column and sat beside her. “What happened to her?”

Aisha hit the back of his head, hard. Jake was stunned. “Seriously? You hurt her and you don't know what happened?”

“How did I hurt her?”

“You burned her hand, dumbass. You and antics. When will you learn that when it comes to her, you've got to stop being a child.”

“I burned her hand?”

“Yes. when you startled her. Why do you think she ran from her workstation? It wasn't because she was annoyed. She was hurt. She is hurt. Seriously hurt, Jake.”

“Is that what she meant when she said she'll get over me? That she’ll forgive me?”

“That is a completely different conversation. I don't know if she'll forgive you for this.”

This piqued Jake’s interest. He had a chance to know more about you, from Aisha no less.

“Tell me about this other conversation. I want to know what she meant by that.”

“Jake, why are you so interested in knowing about her all of a sudden? You never cared for her. Is this because this is the final semester? Or this because you finally remembered whom you kissed at the freshman party?” Aisha was pissed. She was going to intervene now. She's had enough of your feelings getting hurt and Jake being an idiot.

“What does that have anything to do with her?” Jake paused. His eyes turn to the size of a saucer in realization. “It was her! The girl I kissed was Y/N?”

Aisha’s silence answered his question. His heart hammered against his chest. No wonder she looked hurt when he laughed at her the next day. No wonder she-

“This is not my place to say but she never will. I am tired of seeing her getting hurt over you. She deserves better.” Aisha looked Jake right in the eyes. “She will never tell you because she thinks you don't feel the same way. She thinks youre gonna laugh at her if she tells you and you probably will. She will move away from you, you know, as far as possible. She says she wouldn't be able to take it anymore.”

Jake felt the world go still. “What do you mean move away? She can't go. She just got a job at that world class restaurant. What is she going to do about that?”

“Well, she has her family business to handle so I'm sure she will be going there. Why do you care? It's not like you have feelings for her, do you?” Aisha poked at him. She knew that if she poked enough, he would realize.

Jake went deep in thought. He didn't like her, did her? Of course not. He just liked teasing her, being near her. There is nothing romantic about this. He just wanted to run to, have hold him tight and-

……………….

Jake snapped back to reality. He watched you saunter in your sundress and apron tied on you. You were greeting customers and chatting with them with the same beautiful smile on your face. He waited at the table, waited for your attention.

It had been three years since that day. He didn't make a move. He couldn't. He realized his feelings a little too late. You were gone by then. He saw you leave from his dorm room. You looked broken. He didn't do anything about it. When your taxi had left, he was bawling his eyes out. His friends gave him sympathy but couldn’t do anything else.

His friends had tried to cheer him up. He got the job that you had left and his life was doing good. His friends finally tried to hook him up with other women but they weren't you. Jake regretted everything till this date. He had the chance to have you but the fault was his own.

Sitting in your restaurant, seeing you happy, something tugged in his heart. Was he really happy to see you happy or was he sad to see you happy without him?

“Hi! I'm Y/N and I will be serving you today. Today’s specials are-”

You went still. Your heart thumped so loud, you swear he could hear it. Your cheeks tinged pink and a gasp escaped your lips. Jake stood up and grazed your hand with his. You jerked away and ran into the kitchen. You were heaving as if you were finally able to breathe. Tears swam up your eyes but you brushed them away.

You hear a knock on the door and you move aside to open it. Jake is standing right in front of you. His blond hair had grown and his blue eyes were boring into yours. He pushed in the door and closed it behind him. He faced you and walked to you. You walked back till your back hit the wall and he stood in front of you.

“Why are you scared?” Jake wanted to hug you but your reaction made him hold back.

“I’m not scared. I’m just shocked. You’re- why are you here?”

“I'm here for you.” Jake approached you softly. Your eyes widened at his admittance.

“Why?”

“Because I finally think I'm worthy of you.” Jake reached out for your hand. You didn't resist and let him take your hand in his.

You had missed his warmth. His hands were calloused and his thumb stroked gently the back of your hand, sending tingles down your stomach. Your heart kept on skipping a beat and if it went on that way, you swear a heart attack was not that far.

“You were always worthy of me,” you say softly and grip his hand tighter. “I wasn't the one for you. I'm still not.”

“You are. You so are. You've always been. I was blind. And dumb. The dumbest idiot ever.” Jake rushed to answer.

Jake walked closer to you and cupped your face. Your hand went to his waist and fist his t-shirt. He stroked your cheeks and you let out a soft hum.

“Well, it is three years too late, don't you think?” You look up to him.

“If you would still have me, I would love to make up for the loss.” Jake pulls your face closer to his, asking for permission.

“I would love that as well, Jake.”

He sighs with a smile and pulls you closer and smashes his lips against yours. You relax against his chest and pull him closer by his t-shirt. He nudged your lips with his tongue, asking for entrance but you felt playful. You wouldn't let him. He nudged again and a laugh bubbled out of your throat. He let your face go and rested his hands around your waist.

He looked at you in amusement. “So someone’s feeling like a tease.”

“I'm not being a tease.” you laugh out loud. “The situation is just funny to me.”

“So my kissing you is funny?”

“Well, yeah. I never would've thought that you would- that we would be here confessing our feelings without exactly confessing and i would be kissing you again.” A gasp left your lips and you covered your mouth after saying the last word, realizing your mistake.

Jake’s eyes soften. “I'm sorry I didn't remember our first kiss. I was a stupid kid. I actually really liked you but then everyone around me talked shit about you and I did the same to become more popular. I'm so sorry, baby.”

“It's okay, Jake. We've come far from that now. Look, you have me in your arms, again. You get to finally remember the kiss.” You rubbed his back slowly.

“I'm gonna kiss you so much. I'm gonna make up for so much.”

Jake leans in again and this time you welcome him with an open heart and mouth. His tongue slides right in your mouth. You moan as he tightens his hold around your waist. His hands roam all over your body and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

When he reaches your thighs, he nudges them and you jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He moans in your mouth as his grip tightens on your thighs. His mouth moves away from your lips and he trails kisses down your neck. You grip his hair and pull him closer.

A knock on the door pulls the both of you out of the moment. You both are panting. He is still holding you wrapped around your chest.

“Y/N? Are you in there? The rush hour is about to begin. You better tighten that apron, it's gonna be another long day.”

You and Jake looked at each other. You tried to get down but he pulled you back against him, refusing to let you down. You looked back at him with wide eyes. “Jake, I have to go.”

“But I haven't made up to you yet.” He pouted.

You laugh and put your head on his shoulder. “It is okay. We have time. Tonight? At my place?” You stroke his face gently, lovingly.

“Okay. just-”

“What is it?” You looked at him in worry.

“Say my name again, please.” His puppy dog eyes made their appearance. You always had a thing for it but now that he pulled them out again, after all these years, you fell into the puddle again.

“Jake.” You say it so softly with the sweetest smile. He groans and pulls you in for a deep kiss. He sets you down and walks outside the door with your hand in his.

“I'll be right here, we'll go back to your place together and then I'm going to make up for everything. I hope you have a day off for the rest of the weekend because you are not getting out of the house until monday.”

#fanfiction #fluff #angst #jake jensen #the losers (2010)#jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen fluff #jake jensen x y/n #loverslodge

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mozart-the-meerkitten · 1 year ago

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im dying to know how the kitties are doing!

Okay, it's funny, I was actually planning to make a little update post today and then this ask popped up so it was perfect.

So, shocking all of us, there are no baby-babies yet. Neither Leeli nor Maraly have had their kittens. We really really wished they had this weekend since, you know, we were around, and it's pretty frustrating that they haven't yet because we can tell they're so close. They're probably going to go into labor while we're all at work or in the middle of a work-night and- anyway, I'm just worried about this going well and I don't want them to have their babies alone.

But! They have now had three full weeks of consistent healthy food and care so hopefully that helps them make it through the actual labor and delivery and having babies alright. So that part is good even though the timing is frustrating.

Maraly has TWO confirmed currently-alive kittens kicking around in her womb, I felt them today! They were on opposite sides of her tummy so I know they were two different babies. I've felt at least one alive-and-kicking kitten in Leeli. I'm REALLY hoping these ones make it! Of course I want all of them to make it, but knowing that three are alive at the moment makes me really want to, well, keep them that way! We didn't know if all their kittens would be stillborn so this is very encouraging.

Maraly and Leeli LOVE being in the house. They are SO happy and chill. They are the sweetest little things, they don't yowl when they're out of their pens, which is new for us! All our old Bengals learned to scream from our oldest Bengal, Shanti (may she enjoy causing chaos in heaven) but Leeli and Maraly don't yowl! It's very refreshing.

Kalmar is the HAPPIEST kitten alive. He seems to be flea-free now so we've been letting him into the house in my parent's bedroom (which is adjacent to the front porch). He does get lonely without his sisters, but he is SO HAPPY to see us and loves to play and bounce around.

Belle and Padfoot, our two adult indoor cats, are still deeply confused and disgruntled about the existence of these tiny Bengal cats. The kittens are afraid of them, not because they're mean (tho there has been hissing on both sides) but because they're BIG. The girls, and even Kalmar, are still small, they're just kittens! Belle and Padfoot are easily two-three times their size. Also Belle looks like a dustbunny that came to life, seriously, we have NEVER seen a cat remotely like her and neither have the kittens. xD

So, yeah, overall the kittens are doing well! We just wish Maraly and Leeli would hurry up and have their babies already! (Leeli especially is definitely ready, she's so tired of dragging these kids along with her xD)

Happy kittens in the house pictures!

#kittens #bengal kittens #cats #maraly the kitten #leeli the kitten #kalmar the kitten #I'm sorry I'd post more pictures but EVERYTHING is being frustrating right now #all the technology is driving me nuts

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matenrou-fan · 2 years ago

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Umm. Hi. I'm a little worried about this one but I'll give it a shot.

Could I request Hifumi with a female s/o who leads sort of a double-life?

During the day, she's a beautiful writer that everybody knows. Hifumi is a big fan of her work.

At night, she cross-dresses as a man at the host club Hifumi works at as a popular male host known for charming people with her poems.

Hifumi is unaware she's a woman (and the same person) until one night in an alley.

While walking home, he sees her get into a fight with a bigger man she bumped into. The man ends up pulling off her wig and ripping the front of her shirt, exposing her. Hifumi is surprised but jumps in to save her from the guy before he punches her.

She's ashamed but Hifumi gently comforts her. He asks why she's living a double-life and learns that she has a really greedy dad that's been mooching off of her for gambling money.

Hifumi is, of course, pissed. Who does that to their own kid? He offers to pay her dad despite her telling him not to, that her father will hurt him. He says that if it's too protect her, an innocent woman, hell do anything.

S/O gets so happy she embraces him and kisses him on the cheek.

Hifumi with a fem! s/o who's leads a double life

Hii sweetheart!! It's actually really specific but I like the idea so here it is..! Hope you enjoy it, contact me if something is wrong..! xx

Femreader, hurt/comfort, cross-dressing, mention of abuse and fight;; 2132 words;;

Also male pronounces to the part where reader is in her fake personality;; Y/n - your name, N/n - nickname (for host club)

"Aa~ah, such a wonderful story..!" - Hifumi sighs, closing the new book that he was reading. It was almost the time to get ready for his shift in the host club, and he should probably stop, but the story was so interesting, he couldn't get enough..! How can he stop in the middle?! Maybe he has enough time to read another chapter, just one more, and he will go dress up..? Or he already told himself that before, probably two or three chapters ago?

After all, it was a book by his favorite writer, Y/n. Hifumi really can say that he was her biggest fan, as he was always buying all her new stories, following her social media and he also was a member of her fanclub in the local library. He also loved to brag that he became her fan when she just started her career in writing, as he was sure it shows his loyalty.

Sometimes in the evenings he was chatting with Doppo, saying how he wished to meet the mysterious writer in person. But all his friend's replies were mumblings about how he wishes to never meet his stupid boss again..

"She's still a girl, how are you planning to talk with her? Through the wall?" - Doppo asked sometimes, looking at the screen of his laptop with a tired face.

"No~oo..! You know, it will be far in the future when I meet her, I'm sure I will overcome my fear by that date..!" - Hifumi always replied to him, giggling.

Even thinking about this future meeting was enough to make him smile, as Hifumi sighs and gets up, finally leaving a book on the table and taking his suit from the closet. Cheerful and sweet, as always, he was humming to himself, as he started thinking about his shift today. Oh, he hopes to see more of his adorable kittens today. This story in the new book gave him some inspiration for new compliments and now he was ready to pleasure his guests with his service…!

***

It was five minutes before the host club opened, and Hifumi was standing in front of the big mirror in the locker room, fixing his blonde hair. He then heard footsteps and noticed that his co-workers, N/n, were also here now.

"Good evening, Hifumi-san" - another host bowed a little and smiled.

"Ah, my dear friend, stop it! I'm just a servant, not a master, stop adding "san" in the end" - Hifumi chuckled, his face glowing and charming smile playing on his lips as he was already in his "gigolo" mode - "After all, all my closest friends just call me Hifumi.."

"But you're the most popular host in Shinjuku. Or maybe in the whole of Japan.." - N/n softly sigh, it was hard not to laugh when Hifumi was so glamorous even with his co-workers - "I think I should call you like that in respect of your hard work and acceptance of how far I am from you.."

"Ho~ho, you are talking in such a literary language, N/n..! Then I also should call you like that in respect of your amazing poems! I wonder what kind of story you will bring to our delight today.." - Hifumi whispers, getting closer to N/n.

"It's a secret. But I hope you will hear them too and enjoy my little writings.." - was the simple answer, as a young man opened the door to the club, looking at Hifumi - "I think it's our time to shine.."

'What a poetic and talented person he is, huh..' - Hifumi thought, when he got inside the bright hall, the first visitors were already stepping inside. Gigolo immediately gets closer to them, welcoming them into the club and charming these new kittens with his pompous behavior.

N/n was an interesting person for him, as the poems that this host used to amuse people were so good and fascinating. They kinda reminded Hifumi of the writing style of Y/n, and he was curious, maybe his co-worker is also her big fan? It would be just great, as you two always get along well, maybe you can become friends? It's probably better to discuss new books with N/n, who has a taste in literature, than with Doppo who always falls asleep during Hifumi's chit chats about Y/n.

For some reason Hifumi always doesn't have enough time to talk with him before or after work, as N/n always hurry up to his home after shift ends, and he has never been seen in the streets or in stores.. Nothing, except for his name, was known.

But enough of this secrecy!! Today Hifumi finally determined that it's time to speak properly with N/n. It's time to tell him how much Hifumi appreciates his wonderful imagination and perfect writing skills.

As he keeps serving clients he also starts to wonder, maybe there is even more than just poems, maybe his co-worker is also trying to write stories or books?! And maybe if Hifumi becomes friends with this mysterious guy and supports him in his writings.. Maybe he will get a chance to meet Y/n, as N/n will be in this "literature society" then and will introduce Hifumi as his closest friend to her..!

So.. yeah, big plans were built up in Hifumi's mind, and he didn't notice how fast the shift ended. As he escorted the last guests out of the club, he hurried up to the locker room just to find that he was alone, N/n was already on his way home.

"No..! Wait..!" - he exclaimed, running out from the building, in such a hurry that he didn't even change from his gray suit. He looked around just to notice that his target was already walking into the alley that was on another end of street. - "N/n..!"

It takes some time to run to that alley, and when Hifumi finally got here, breathing heavily, he was horrified to see a picture that unfolded before him:

N/n was standing here, in front of a much bigger man who looked kind of angry. Even if Hifumi didn't hear the beginning of their dialogue, he was sure that there's a mistake, as N/n was always so gentle and tactful, he can't annoy anyone..! But it was clearly visible that the stranger had another opinion as he ran tilting at him with fists.

"Hey, stop..!" - Hifumi screams when a big mad man suddenly grabs N/n by collar with a large hand, pulling his hair with another one. Stranger was much more powerful and Hifumi got scared that he would hurt his co-worker really badly and he quickly got closer to help.

But the sudden sound of ripping clothing stopped him as he was shocked once again. All this time N/n was.. a girl?! Hifumi can clearly see a bra through the tear in her shirt now and he immediately looks away with a little blush just to notice her natural hair, as her wig was now in hands of an angry man.

"If you want some little fight, you should choose an equal opponent..!" - he smirk, taking his hypmic from pocket - "Bring it..!"

All three figures were stunned in place for a moment, as everyone was a little bit shocked. Girl quickly covered herself with hands, ashamed, but it didn't stop now confused but still angry stranger. He throw wig away, clenching his fist, still wanting to attack.. Despite Hifumi get surprised he still was in his gray jacket so he didn't get scared by the female and stood up between them, ready to defend her.

***

"Thanks…" - you mumble, pulling your jacket as much as you can to cover your chest. It was not that windy or cold but it was kinda embarrassing to walk like that, especially in front of your co-worker Hifumi.

"That's nothing, darling.. Anyone would do that in my place, so don't be ashamed, kitten. I'm sure this little freak will end up in jail pretty soon.." - he nodded and bit his tongue, as his host mode was still playing in him and he started to give pet names for you too. He hides his hypmic again and looks at you with a concentrated face - "You are not hurted? What is your real name..?"

"Y/n.." - you whisper, and his eyes widened for a moment. He steps closer, thinking if it's a coincidence, but no.. That was actually Y/n, his favorite writer..!

"Oh my.. it's like all my dreams come true… Are you actually Y/n, that Y/n who writes books and stuff?!" - it was hard to control his voice, as he could feel his heart beating faster and faster.

"Sh… Yes, that's me.." - you looked around with a little panic in your eyes. - "Please, don't tell anyone about it, okay? It would probably be almost a scandal if the media would know about this.."

"I will keep my mouth shut for the rest of my life, if it's needed. Actually, I also have a similar secret.." - he touches his suit, his face gets paler and his gaze saddened - "Without this jacket I'm not that pompous and charming.. I can't even say "hi" to a girl as I'm too afraid.."

You look at him really surprised. Hifumi himself was quite a popular celebrity and you heard about that before, but thought that it's just rumors. Now you feel a little bit more ashamed. You remember that sometimes before shifts he was talking with you normally without his suit cause he didn't know that you're a girl, and for some reason it felt like betrayal.

"I.. I'm sorry, I didn't know that.." - you mumble, looking away.

"It's okay.. But may I ask you why you decided to live.. that double life?" - he was really curious. There's so many questions that he has for you! But before he wanted to hear the main truth.

"I.. please promise that you will not tell this to anybody too.." - your voice started trembling a little and Hifumi furrowed his brows, noticing your worried expression - "I need to work several jobs because of my father.."

"Oh.. I'm so sorry.." - Hifumi's first thought was about some serious illness and that you need so much money to pay for the hospital, but you shake your head and sigh.

"My dad is a gambler. He can't find himself a job as he can't stop playing even for a day, so I'm the one who's supported my family.." - you whimper and get silent, feeling as your throat tightens and tears start to tickle your eyes. It was so hard to do all that alone, as you never complained to anyone before, too embarrassed of that life..

But Hifumi gets closer, his warm hand touching your shoulder as he looks at you with compassion in his soft gaze.

"Y/n.. Don't be sad, it's not your fault. You're really a wonderful person, holding that much in yourself and still being able to smile so bright every day.." - he embraces you, letting you lean to his chest and cry out all that stress. His arms caressing you back softly as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, soothing you with his calm voice.

Despite his heart beating so fast after he hears such a terrifying story, he tries to control himself. Hifumi was so pissed off by your father, but he needs to calm down himself so he can calm down you too.. so he breathe deeply and whisper:

"Hey.. I can pay your dad instead of you.." - that was his sudden offer - "You should save your money and use them to raise your writing skills, you will have a great future with such passion in books..!"

You look up at him with widened wet eyes and with puffy red cheeks, with a little hope in your tired gaze, but then look away again:

"No, I can't.. I really appreciate your words, but I don't want my father to hurt you.."

"I don't care if he tries to do something. If it means I can protect such innocent, sincere and talented woman, I will do anything. I'm your big fan and I can't stand aside when you are being abused like this.." - he patted your head and gave you a little smile.

His words touch your soul and you feel like you can start to cry again, this time from joy. You nod a little and embrace him, hugging tightly. Hifumi giggles a little but when you kiss his cheek he gets silent, a little blush appears on his surprised face.

"Well, well, wait~ I still didn't do anything in particular.." - he laughed a little, holding you tightly to himself - "You'll have time to thank me later, okay?"

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic hifumi #hypmic hifumi #hifumi x reader #hifumi izanami #Hifumi Izanami x reader

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noshitbarnes · 2 years ago

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Better Now?: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: Sophia was 18 when Hydra kidnapped her, gave her abilities, and made her their new secret weapon. Now, flash-forward 9 years later and she’s living with the Avengers, trying to live with everything she did, and trust those she now calls teammates.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1,960

Better Now? Masterlist

TWO DAYS LATER

“Do you think she’s ok?” Natasha asks while sipping her coffee, “I mean, it’s been two days and none of us have even seen her.”

“FRIDAY said she’s just been sleeping. Lord knows the last time that girl’s gotten a good night’s rest,” Tony says picking at his food, but eventually pushes the plate away, “we all knew this might happen at first.”

"I dunno Tones," Rhodey sighs, leaning back in his chair, "I'm starting to get worried."

"Just give her some space,” Wanda chimes in, “she’ll come out when she’s ready, we can’t force that on her."

"Alright, but how do we know if she’s eating?” Rhodey asks, “None of us have actually seen her eat.”

“Well,” Wanda purses her lips and stands up from the table to walk into the kitchen, “I’ll make her a plate and set it outside her door, so she doesn’t have to come out, and she can eat if she's hungry.”

“Like she’s a kitten?” Bucky lightly chuckles and Wanda glares at him, “Ok, sorry, that was mean.”

Wanda rolls her eyes, “She clearly isn’t ready to come and join us yet, which is understandable,” she then glares at Bucky, “you should be more understanding.”

“I said sorry,” Bucky’s voice darkens, “trust me, I do understand.”

**********

Sophia was laying in bed staring up at the night sky through the skylights above her bed. She hadn’t really looked at the sky in years, she almost forgot how beautiful it could be. The stars twinkle down brightly, dancing in the sky, causing a smile to form on her face. Ever since she was a little girl the sky always fascinated her. Back home in Dresden, on Saturday nights her older sister, Kylie, would take her out to a field that was outside the city limits, it was remote, and not many people in town knew about it. They both would lay out on a blanket and watch the stars, for hours. Kylie always loved how happy Sophia was while looking at them, how nothing else in the world matter anymore.

Sophia lays there reminiscing, wondering what her future will hold, when a soft knock at the door breaks her from her thoughts, “Hey, Sophia, it’s Wanda. I brought you some food. I’ll just leave it out here for you ok?”

Sophia lets out the breath she didn't even realize she was holding and gets up from the bed. It hadn't been her intention to stay in her room the past two days and only come out at 1am to eat food, she just wasn't ready for any kind of small talk yet. She didn’t know what to say or what to talk about, she'd been held hostage to do Hydra's bidding for the past nine years, what exactly was she suppose to talk about? The weather or the best way to kill a man when all you have is a toothbrush? After taking a deep breath, she reaches for the doorknob and opens it.

“Oh,” Wanda was still there holding the plate, “I didn’t expect you to come to the door,” she smiles softly and hands it to Sophia, “it’s spaghetti, Steve made it.”

After taking the plate, Sophia smiles softly at the food then up at the woman standing before her, “I didn’t know Captain America could cook.”

Wanda giggles and shrugs, “He’s actually really good, just don’t tell him I said that,” she winks and starts to walk away, when Sophia calls out to her.

“Um, c-can I ask you something?” she turns back around and nods, “I hope this doesn't bother you, but, uh, Clint told me that you went through, um, something similar to me,” Sophia takes a deep breath and continues, “he didn't tell me what, but um, I was wondering how did you get use to all of this?” she gestures to the compound.

Wanda nods slowly, "Well, I'm going to be honest with you, I didn't get kidnapped, I volunteered for, um, all of that," she sighs and fidgets with her fingers, “but when my brother died that's when reality hit me the hardest. See, we were twins, we did everything together, he was my world, and then suddenly he was gone," she pauses for a moment looking at the floor, seemingly lost in her own mind, but then shakes her head and looks up at Sophia, “I did like you did though, stayed in my room, not ready to face the world alone,” she pauses, “I didn’t go through exactly what you did, so I can’t tell you the right way to adjust. Everyone is different, so do what you need to make yourself better.”

“I’m not making anyone mad by staying in here, am I?”

“No, of course not,” she smiles softly and takes a small step forward, “everyone here has been through something at one point in life. We will give you time and space because it can help.”

Sophia nods slowly, “Thanks.”

“If you need anything or if you want to talk to someone, I’m right across the hall. No matter the time, just come and get me,” she smiles sweetly and gestures to the food, “now eat, food helps too.”

TWO WEEKS LATER

Sophia purses her lips and looks herself over in the mirror, Wanda had given her some of her clothes last week because she was worried; of course Sophia tried to refuse, but that was pointless, Wanda was really strong willed for such a small person. Wanda had given her a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that had a picture of a pug in a top hat on it— everyone loves dogs. Clint had stopped by as well, shortly after Wanda had, to give her a little present of his own before he left for a mission. It was a small bracelet that he had picked up a few days before from a shop in town, he got himself one too so that they could match. It had a small silver arrow charm which was threaded through some purple and black string. It was simple, but Sophia absolutely loved it and hadn't taken it off since.

Today though, Sophia decided that it was time to venture out into the compound and see what all went on during the day. She was thinking since it was the middle of the afternoon on a Thursday, most of the team would either be on a mission or busy with training, so they wouldn't even notice her presence walking around. After taking a calming breath, she slowly opens her bedroom door and walks down the hallway making her way to the kitchen, deciding that food needed to come first.

“Hey Sophia, what’s up?”

Sophia had barley make it into the kitchen when a voice caught her off guard. She looks in the direction it came from, to find Steve and Bucky playing chess on one side of the room, near the window, “Oh, um, I got hungry.”

They both nod but don't look up from the chess board, so she makes her way into the kitchen to see what’s stocked. She weren’t extremely hungry, she really just wanted a snack to hold her over until dinner time. Dinner at the compound seemed to usually consist of a bunch of food, so she didn’t want to get too full. Opening the fridge and scanning the shelves, Sophia didn't know what she wanted. There were just too many options! Tony really kept the place stocked.

“There’s some apples if you just want something small,” Sophia turns around to find Bucky smiling at her from across the kitchen counter on a nearby stool, “Barton said those are your favorite, so Tony made sure to have some around,” he points to the apples that were on the counter and she smiles slightly, Clint was right about the apples.

“Um, thanks,” Sophia closes the fridge, picks up an apple from the basket, and rinses it off in the sink, “so, what are you guys doing?”

“We’re playing chess, but Steve isn’t very good.”

“I heard that,” Steve shouts from across the room, still staring at the board, “I’m rusty, ok.”

Sophia smiles slightly and Bucky rolls his eyes, “Do you play?”

She hesitates and takes a bite of her apple, “I haven’t played since,” she takes a deep breath and looks and the countertop, “um, it’s been a while.”

Bucky smiles gently and tilts his head trying to look into her eyes, “Well, if you want, you can play winner.”

Sophia shakes her head, “No thanks, I was gonna walk around for a bit,” she continues to eat her apple and then says, "um, is Clint or Wanda around?”

Bucky's smile fades slightly and he shakes his head, "Wanda went shopping across the street with Pepper, and then Barton is still on a mission," he looks to the ceiling, thinking, "he should be back in a day or two," he then looks back to Sophia and smiles sweetly, which just made her more nervous, she's never been good around attractive people, "Barton talks about you a lot, you two seem close."

Sophia shrug, "I don't know how close, but he did get me this," you lift up your left hand and show him the bracelet, "I really like it, purple is my favorite color, he has one that matches it too," she takes another bite of her apple and look to the kitchen counter again, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

Bucky smiles and looks to her wrist where the bracelet is, "That's nice, it's good to know he can make friends outside Nat."

Sophia brings her arm back down and tilts her head, looking at his arm, just noticing it wasn't flesh, but metal, well different metal, a type she hadn't seen before. It’s not that she knew nothing about the people here, but she wasn't exactly keeping up with the news while being tortured. Bruce did tell her a few things, but she didn't recall him saying anything about a metal armed person. Clint on the other hand, mentioned that Bucky had been tortured as well, he even suggested she talk with him about some of the things she went through and that he could probably help her cope with how to live with herself— she didn't want any part of that. She didn’t want to revisit her past, not just yet.

Sophia nods her head toward Bucky's arm, “Does it hurt?”

Bucky's eyes widen and Sophia can feel Steve stiffen up from the other side of the room. After a moment of hesitation Bucky looks at his arm then back to her, “Not physically.”

Sophia continues eating her apple and nods, “I get it,” she glances at her hands and sigh. She then finishes her apple and tosses it in the trash can, “I’ll see you both later then.”

“Do you want someone to go with you?” he stands up quickly and walks over to meet her at the doorway, making Sophia's eyes grow wide at his sudden quickness, “I mean, I can show you around if you want. It can be a little overwhelming at first.”

Sophia smiles shyly, “Um, thank you, but I wanna explore on my own right now.”

Bucky purses his lips and smiles flatly, “Ok, see you later.”

Sophia then gives a small goodbye wave to Steve and she begins her journey through the compound.

**********

Bucky watches her walk out of the kitchen and turns his attention back to Steve, who’s smirking at him, “What?”

Steve shakes his head and smiles, “You’re obvious, ya know that?" he turns back to the chess board, "Good thing for you that she doesn’t know you well enough to notice.”

Bucky knew what he meant, but he didn’t want to talk about it, “Obvious about what?” he walks back over to the table and sits down.

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes, “You never talk to new people, hell you rarely talk to people," Steve smirked while looking at the chess table, "she’s beautiful, so I get it,” Steve tried to hide a smile, but was unsuccessful, “just don’t do anything stupid.”

Now it was Bucky's turn to roll his eyes, “I’m not going to do anything. I was just trying to be nice.”

Which was true, Sophia was still recovering from what Hydra had done to her and he knew all too well what that entailed. He just thought she could use someone to talk to, who knew what it was like to be used that way, to tell her ways to cope, or to help distract her. Then again she had Clint and Bruce for all of that, she even had Wanda now. Why would she need him? After living here for a few years, the nightmares had gotten better, no where near gone, but Bucky was able to sleep better. He was even able to go on missions, although Steve didn’t let him go on as many as he really wanted. Despite what Steve says, he does talk to people, just not as much as Sam or Wanda do with everyone else. There's still a few people that Bucky is awkward around like Tony and Vision, but he knew that would get better, it would just take some time.

“If you say so,” Steve said mater-of-factly and then turned his attention back to the game.

**********

“Holy shit, this place is huge,” Sophia says under her breath.

“Yeah, it can be a bit much at first,” Bruce said chuckling, “but you’ll get use to it, you’re a smart girl.”

Sophia had managed to find her way to the R&D lab and decided to stick around and watch Bruce work. It was interesting and if she had a question he would bring it down to her level, so that she could understand it. Not that she was dense, she graduated in the top 5 of her high school class and got a full ride to LMU Munich University, she had the brains, but some of the things that Bruce and Tony worked on at Avengers Compound was above her intellect. Right now, he was working on an implant that would help her control her powers better.

Sophia wrinkles her nose at the device on the table, “So this is going in my brain?”

“Not exactly,” he touches a spot right behind her ear, “just right here. It’ll help you focus, so that you can control your powers more without being so tired. Plus, it’ll calm your nerves, so that you don’t have another incident like the other night.”

Sophia shudders slightly as she recalls that night. A few nights ago, she ended up having to have FRIDAY call Bruce to her room because her left hand was frozen in a block of ice and she couldn’t move her legs. Bruce explained that it was due to stress and a new living situation, but promised he would figure out a way to help her. Thankfully, Wanda was able to relax her mind enough to unfreeze her hand and get her legs back to normal, even with Wanda's powers, it still took some time.

Sophia eye's the device suspiciously, “How exactly will it do that?” after all, it was so tiny, about the size of an almond.

“Right now, your brain is hyper-active. It’s sensing every thing around you as a potential threat. So,“ he types on his tablet and a screen pops up— a recent scan of Sophia's brain, “we need to get your amygdala to relax. You know what that is right?” he smirked, always testing her.

Sophia rolls her eyes, “Yes, it’s responsible for knowing when there’s a threat and it tags memories to emotions. So,” she looks at her brain scan a bit more— her did look off, so did a lot of things, “you’re telling me that it’s basically just overreacting?”

Bruce shrugs, “In a basic sense, yes, your brain thinks you’re in constant danger, thinking your past memories are your present.”

Sophia crosses her arms and stares at the projection, “So I have PTSD.”

Bruce looks at her rom his periphery and nods, “Yes, which considering what you’ve been through isn’t shocking, I’d be surprised if after all that you came out unscathed,” he sighs, “and since you have enhanced abilities, it’s using your powers to try and protect you; hence why you had a frozen hand.”

Sophia taps her foot to ease her anxiety and growing frustration, “Then my hippocampus isn’t working properly either?”

Bruce glances at her foot, but ignores it for the time being, “It’s nice to have another intelligent person to talk to, besides Tony,” they both laugh and answers her question, “no, it’s not. For the most part, it’s trying. This,” he points to the chip that was one the table, “is going to help counteract them both and hopefully let you sleep in peace and lessen your panic attacks as well. It’s not a cure for your nightmares and anxiety. You're going to have to work with it in order for it to give you 100% of the benefits. If you do that, then you'll feel a lot better,” he taps on his tablet again and her brain scan goes away, “Tony designed the part that is gonna help you control your powers, he’s better at that than I am.”

Sophia nods, “Can’t we just find a cure for me instead?”

Bruce shrugs, “If that were possible, don’t you think I’d use it on myself?”

She looks to the floor, “You’re right, sorry.”

After moving to the compound and letting Sophia getting settled, Bruce had finally told her why he was really part of the Avengers and how he became The Hulk, well the radiation part anyway. Sophia could tell there was still much he didn't want to talk about, but considering his circumstances, she understood. In a way, she felt his pain and didn't pry, giving him the same curtesy he always did with her. She appreciated him even sharing any part of his past with her, she never expected anything like him having an alter ego with an anger problem to be what he shared, but it was something she now knew about him that she didn't before.

“It’s ok," Bruce said flatly, "besides, you asked for my help, so this is me helping."

Sophia moves to sit in a stool across from Bruce at the table he was working at and rests her chin in her hand, “Is it gonna hurt?”

He shakes his head not looking up from what he was doing, “No, you’ll be asleep,” he looks up at her, "you can be awake if you want, but honestly, we decided it would be safer for everyone if we just put you out."

Sophia nods slowly, “Okay, yeah that's probably true.”

He smiles and goes back to work, “So have you gotten to know any of the team yet?”

“Well, Wanda lives across the hall and she’s been amazing, she comes over every once in a while to make sure I’m still breathing," she chuckles slightly and so does Bruce, "Then Clint is next door and he’s really funny, gets my mind off the hell that is my life. He usually brings me coffee in the mornings, but I never drink it, it’s just not like the stuff back home,” she shrugs and purses her lips, “then this morning I ran into Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes.”

He shakes his head at her formality, “Did you talk to them?”

Sophia pauses and starts to fiddle with her fingers, “The Sergeant wanted me to play chess, but um, I said no.”

“Oh,” he glances up at her briefly, “well he doesn’t know about that, so you can’t be upset with him.”

“Oh I know, I’m not,” she pauses, “he was just trying to be nice and I appreciate it, I do,” she starts to play with a screwdriver that wasn’t being used at the moment, “he offered to show me around the place too.”

Bruce smiles down at the table, “He’s a good guy, don’t let the arm scare you. He’s been through a lot, just like you.”

“I’m not scared of him,” she glare at him playfully, “a metal arm is not the scariest thing I've seen.”

Bruce looks up and tilts his head, "It's actually vibranium, it's from Wakanda."

Sophia lifts an eyebrow, "It's what from where?"

He chuckles, "There's a lot that even Hydra didn't teach you, we didn't know about them either till a few years ago. It's the same metal Steve's shield's made out of. The country is pretty secretive, but if you wanna know more about it, we can talk about it some other time."

Sophia nods, "That's pretty cool," she continues to flip the screwdriver through her fingers, "but anyway, I'm just not ready to get close with anyone right now. I'm still nervous around Wanda and she's been unbelievable kind to me. It's just difficult to trust people still."

“You realize that you can’t say that,” Sophia turns around and then rolls her eyes when she sees Tony, “you’re literally baring your soul to, Banner, of all people.”

She turns her attention back to the screwdriver still in her hand, “Hello, Mr. Stark.”

“It’s Tony and hello to you too,” he walks up behind her and takes the screwdriver causing a frown to form on Sophia's face, “this isn’t a toy, kid.”

She furrows her brows together, baffled, “It’s a screwdriver and I’m 27, how does that make me a kid?”

“You’re acting like one,” he sets the screwdriver down— where she can’t reach it— and continues, “anyway, how’s the chip coming?”

“It’s almost done, maybe next week,” Bruce says returning to his work, “I’ll need FRIDAY to run some tests on it, to make sure it’s functional before we implant it.”

“Alright, great,” he smiles— proud of his friend, “I have a meeting to be at, but I wanted to check in first,” he walks by Sophia and puts his hand on her shoulder, “when you’re ready for new clothes, just say the word, and Pep would be more than happy to go shopping with you.”

She laughs, “What’s wrong with this?”

He gave her a judgmental look, “You’re wearing a shirt with a pug on it.”

"And a top hat!" she scolds, “So? You got something against dogs?”

“No, it’s just— weird,” he shakes his head and walks away, “see you both later!”

Both nod at Tony and Sophia gets up from her stool, “Well, I think I’ll walk around some more, leave you to get some work done.”

“You’re not bothering me if that’s what you’re worried about,” Bruce chuckled as a spark flies out of the chip, “Damn it,” he pauses, “ok, yeah, maybe it’s best you go. This isn’t going as I was expecting.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #mcu #marvel fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky x ofc #original female character #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers #avengers fanfiction #avengers

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tm-trx · 1 year ago

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currents.31/2023

selections from my week in media [30 july - 5 august 2023]

[anticipating]

Big Mouth - I was going to finally start it a few weeks ago, but then I realized that Yoona was in it and decided to wait until King the Land was over. KTL ends today, so this week it's finally time.

[ditching]

I DNF'd two dramas this week, which I don't think has ever happened:

Suspicious Partner - Initially paused after episode 8 because the female lead was annoying and not getting less so over time, and when I tried again I just lost interest.

Thirty But Seventeen - Stopped after episode 4. The acting is fine and I really like the lead's nephew (I would absolutely watch a show about him and his two friends). However, I can't help wondering how on earth a rehab hospital loses a patient but then never does anything to find her. Yes, it's a plot device but wow is it a bad one. Add to that the chemisty is nonexistent between the leads and I'm ready to move on.

[loving]

The highlight of this week was easily Ren and Kazuma getting their cozy happy ending on Shigatsu no Tokyo wa...

(also my new kitten, but this is a post about media so she technically doesn't count lol)

[watching]

Destined - I was enjoying it so much during the last third I almost completely forgot to take notes. It was just a really enjoyable drama. And it made me want to rewatch New Life Begins, which is never a bad thing.

Hidden Agenda - Episode four was great and I'm hoping location filming wasn't the reason for the slight tone change. I love that we already got the first kiss and I'm very interested to see where they take the plot from here. I do really like the cast mix and Dunk's acting has improved. He and Joong really play off of each other well.

Jun & Jun - Korean BL gets frank. I love it. I am incredibly curious to see next week's episode and how much more backstory we get by way of Simeon showing up.

Shigatsu no Tokyo wa... (April in Tokyo is...) - I'm sad it's over. Once again, Japan delivers. I wish we could see Ren and Kazuma build their company and their relationship over the next few years.

Wedding Plan - Yiwa and Marine Forever: I love them. And 13 years together, wow. Clearly, they should be the ones getting married. Another appearance by the Love in the Air quad, with Rain and Phayu's engagement. Such a beautiful moment. But the look on Lom's face, before he finally took Nuea's hand was painful. He just witnessed a beautiful engagement between two men and it hit him hard that he is giving that up for himself.

previous Currents posts

#hidden agenda the series #jun and jun #shigatsu no tokyo wa #wedding plan the series #april in tokyo is #destined #kdrama #cdrama #jdrama #tmtrx currents #tmtrx watches dramas

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shadowqueen402 · 2 years ago

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The Not-So-Normal Dinner

A fic that I made for @kayssweetdreams . Hope you enjoy this. This will be for your Maestro Hiccups 3 fic!

Reala absolutely had no words to express how confused he was right now. He had come back to Nightmare under Wizeman's request and discovered a long, elegant table with delicious food. NiGHTS sat in one of the chairs, dressed in a brand new purple outfit.

"NiGHTS, what are you doing here?" Reala asked. "And why are you dressed like that?"

"Wizeman insisted I wear this," NiGHTS said. "He's planning on inviting Aria here for dinner. I honestly didn't know that you two were a thing…"

Reala turned red at this. "Let me guess, Master Wizeman assumed that we were together in front of you…" He crossed his arms. "We're not…"

Wizeman then came in the dining room with Aria in tow. "Welcome to my home, Aria!" He said to her. "It's such a delight to have you here! My home may be a bit dark, but I managed to make it welcoming for you! Do sit down and I'll prepare you a plate. NiGHTS, is Jackle on his way down?"

"He should be," NiGHTS said. "Then again, he's probably flirting with the girls. Again."

"Think you can get him real quick, my little princess?" Wizeman asked. "I'll prepare you a plate as well."

"Uh, sure…" NiGHTS was still weirded out at the nice nickname Wizeman would give her. She flew out of her seat and went to find Jackle.

Wizeman flew to the head table and looked at Aria and Reala who sat next to him as he prepared plates of food for them and NiGHTS. "My little muffin told me all about you," He said. "How long has it been since the two of you started dating? Has he proposed to you yet? Will I be having grandchildren soon?"

Reala turned redder than the red parts of his outfit. And so did Aria. "Uh, Mister Wizeman…?" Aria asked.

"Oh, you can just call me Wizeman." The six-handed god assured. "All Visitors call me that."

"Okay, Wizeman…" Aria rubbed her arm with embarrassment while averting her gaze. "Reala and I aren't really dating… And no, he hasn't proposed to me…" While Aria did appreciate Reala saving her back then still, she wasn't one hundred percent sure if she was ready to form another relationship. Plus, she still loved him. Her late husband…

"Oh, don't be modest, dear." Wizeman looked at Reala who was trying his hardest to drink his water without accidentally spitting it out. "My strong prince can't stop talking about you. In fact, you're one of the few things that he enjoys talking to me about. That, and his stuffed plushie of himself that he's had since he was a hatchling."

Reala almost choked on his water. "Uh, Master Wizeman?" Reala asked. "I'm…sure the Visitor doesn't want to hear about it…"

Wizeman must not have heard because he continued. Much to Reala's embarrassment. "My little muffin once received a handmade plush of himself on the day he was born." Happiness and nostalgia were in his six eyes. "There wasn't a day where he could sleep without it. He loves that plush a lot. Ooh, I think I have a picture of him as a hatchling with it somewhere." One of Wizeman's hands looked around for it.

"M-Master!?" Reala found himself stuttering. He did not want that picture of him exposed to any Visitor! "I-I think we should worry about when NiGHTS and Jackle will get here! They are running a bit late, aren't they!?" He had hoped that changing the topic would get Wizeman to stop. But nope. Fate was not on his side.

"Ah, here it is!" Wizeman then showed Aria a picture of Reala as a hatchling. In the picture, Little Reala's eyes were squeezed tight and he was curled in a ball on Wizeman's hand while holding the plushie. Judging by how small he was, Aria could only guess that Reala measured up to the size of a three month old kitten. "This was my favorite picture of him. He was so adorable and precious! Just like my little princess was! Oh, and he loved to sleep in my hand! It feels like yesterday that I became a father to him!"

Reala thought he couldn't get anymore redder. Aria had no idea what to do. Just then, NiGHTS barged in while dragging Jackle. "Dad, Jackle found Balan's…secret juice," NiGHTS complained. "He drank some of it and now he's drunk!" She stopped when she saw what Wizeman was holding. "Is that a picture of Reala as a hatchling?"

"NiGHTS, don't you dare!" Reala growled. But NiGHTS had that mischievous smile on her face. She flew up and took the picture from Wizeman.

"Aww, I remember when you showed me this, Dad," NiGHTS gushed. "Who knew that Reala was so cute at that time? And in the blink of an eye, he grew up to be grumpy and bitter. Say, did you tell Aria how Reala acted as a hatchling?"

"Oh! I almost forgot," Wizeman said. "Reala was an absolute angel when he was newborn! He did have his silly moments such as taking his socks off and throwing them on the floor for his dog, Cerberus, to chew on. I'm sure you had your silly moments too, Visitor!"

"Uh, yeah…" Aria said, now wanting to leave. "I'm sure I did… Wait, did you say 'dog'?"

"Yes!" Wizeman said. "His name is Cerberus! He may be scary, but he such a good boy! Oh! Let me introduce you to him."

"N-No! Wait!" Aria cried. But it was too late. Wizeman was gone. "I'm…allergic to dogs…"

Suddenly, Cerberus came running in like an excited dog. Aria felt her eyes water up. She soon was having a sneezing fit. But much to her dismay, Cerberus jumped onto her and licked Aria's hand, causing a painful rash to appear. Aria yelped in pain as she kept on sneezing. "Get him off, please!" She begged.

"Uh, Dad?" NiGHTS asked. "I think Aria said that she's allergic to dogs… You might want to get Cerberus out of here…"

"H-How come Reala gets allll the hot girls?" Jackle said in his slurred speech. "While meeee? I struggle to get a handshake! One handshake, I tell yoooouuuu!" He then passed out on the floor, buzzed out.

Reala, with a sigh, got Cerberus off and helped Aria get out of there.

That was, by far, the worst dinner he ever had.

#balan wonderworld #nights sega #nights journey of dreams #reala #wizeman #jackle the mantle #ocs #fanfic #funny

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dragon-creates · 9 months ago

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A Litter Of Kittens

After the events of the movie, Mike, Abby and Vanessa return back to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza to find their old friends. After what William had put them all through, they didn't want them to suffer anymore. And while the animatronics finally get the chance at childhood again in their new home, old wounds reopen for Mike. Only this time, with new people that care about him, he isn't able to hide it for much longer.

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@angelxd-3303 IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!!!!! The Amazing Digital Circus has been rotting in my brain ever since it came out and have been writing for that fandom. But it's here and ready for you to read!!! Again I'm so so sorry!!! Please take this found family fic as my apology!!!

To be honest, Mike didn’t actually think he’d be back at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza any time soon, but for Abby, he was a man of his word. When Vanessa had woken up, Mike had offered to let her move in with him and Abby since she used to live with her father. However with him finally gone, Vanessa wanted nothing more than to leave the prison cell of a house that held nothing but pain, secrets and the loss of childhood innocence.

She thrived living with Mike and Abby, and they were happy to have her there too. There was just one more issue that they had to take care of though…Freddy’s. Since William was the owner of the restaurant and he had ‘mysteriously disappeared’ one night, the ownership of the place fell into Vanessa’s lap.

She didn’t want to let it go, not when the animatronics were still there. It wasn’t their fault with what happened, it was her father…it was always her father. They were just kids. Confused and traumatised kids.

Mike understood, if Garret was there he wouldn’t want anything to happen to them either, plus, he still had to keep a promise to Abby. So here they were, at Freddy’s, with snacks, a new TV set and a few blankets as well, all recently bought before the drive here. They had at least a few ideas on what to do tonight once they saw Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy again.

Abby was practically vibrating in her seat as she waited for Mike to park the car, Vanessa sharing the same enthusiasm. “Okay, Vanessa and I are gonna go in and see if they’re still there,” Mike turned in his seat to face his little sister, “We don’t know if these guys and still upset and the place is still pretty wrecked. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I understand,” Abby nodded, she wasn’t unaware of the risks ahead. Even before Freddy’s, she knew that she and Mike weren’t in a good living situation, with their dad abandoning them to nearly being evicted to her horrible aunt trying to sink her claws onto her. Was she young? Yes. But she wasn’t completely naive. Above all else, she also wanted Mike to be happy.

“We’ll be back before you know it,” Vanessa smiled, “Hopefully with our friends as well.”

Abby was beaming more than Mike thought she was physically capable of after Vanessa finished her sentence. He hoped the animatronics were still okay, after everything that William did, he wanted to make sure that these children had a happy ending.

Vanessa and Mike got out the car, with the latter locking it behind him so that no one would be able to break in. After the hell they went through, he couldn’t be blamed. The duo walked side by side to the abandoned pizzeria, the sign of Freddy above the doors grinning out to the public was dull and faded. First things first, get inside. A heavy chain was bolted on the door, keeping people out but trapping those who remained inside. With a pair of pliers that he brought, Mike snapped off the chain.

Carefully opening the door, the two stepped into the old building. If it was bad when Mike started working here, it paled in comparison to what it was now. There was glass shattered across the floor, the lightbulbs around the ‘welcome’ entrance were all burst and the ceiling was practically almost falling apart. And that didn’t even cover the rest of the mess they saw. “Okay,” Vanessa spoke, “If we were eight feet animatronics, where would we hide?”

“Depends,” Mike mused, “What were they like whenever you visited?”

“Playful, in a strange sort of way,” she answered. “They didn’t really mind me as much so they were okay to play games with me…actual games! That wasn’t a weird metaphor for like murder or anything.”

Mike snickered, “Don’t worry, I believe you. You think they’re playing a game?”

Vanessa hummed in thought, “Maybe, the question if which one?”

“Well judging by the lack of animatronics our here in the open,” Mike said as they walked into the dining area. “I’d probably have to go with hide and seek.”

“That makes sense,” Vanessa nodded. “A little on the nose but you know, its sense nonetheless.”

“So do you know where they like to hide when you played with them?” Mike turned to his blonde companion.

“Well Chica’s easy, the kitchen is her favourite place,” she stated.

“Kitchen it is,” Mike smiled.

It was a short journey to the room – other than the collapsed tables, chair and ceiling parts they had to climb over. The duo scanned the room, though it seemed implausible to miss a giant metal yellow chicken within such a small kitchen. The sound of rustling made the two jump, that was never a good sound. It came from the fridge. Vanessa and Mike shared a look, both silently asking who should open the door?

Mike gulped, “Step aside.”

Vanessa was about to protest, to say that she could do it. But this was Mike we were talking about, once a protecter always a protecter (even if he got hurt in the process of it). He whipped out a flashlight from his belt, not only to see what was ahead but in case he had to defend himself. He took a breath, deciding to rip off the bandage and pulled the fridge door open.

He nearly screamed when he saw the orange eyes of Carl the cupcake staring back up at him, though they didn’t seem to hold the same feral anger that they had when little ball of pink attacked his leg. He jumped out the fridge, running past Mike and Vanessa before jumping onto a plate held by a familiar chicken.

“Chica!” Vanessa wanted to run over to her but managed to hold herself back. She didn’t know what type of state Chica was in so it was best to not try anything that would turn her into mincemeat.

The chicken tilted her head at the duo, staring for a moment at Mike before her eyes landed on the blonde. Her purple eyes lit up when she saw the woman, her feet thudding against the ground as she made her way over to give Vanessa a hug. Mike flinched, preparing to run and grab the blonde when Vanessa let out a laugh.

“I’m happy to see you too honey,” she giggled as the chicken pulled away. “We’re looking for the others, do you know where they’re hiding?” Chica paused for a moment, glancing a Mike as worry filled her eyes. “Its okay! He’s Abby and I’s friend. He’s one of the good guys, I promise.”

That seemed to convince Chica enough, trusting Vanessa’s word before nodding and started walking out of the room. She looked back when the two didn’t follow, moving her head to gesture for them to do so.

“Oh right! Sorry,” Vanessa realised.

The two followed the yellow animatronic back into the main area, using her size and extra strength to clear a path for the humans behind her. She led them towards the main stage before pointing at one of the curtains. This time, it was Vanessa decided to see what was hiding behind there. Pulling back the soft fabric of the curtain, the woman chuckled when she saw a familiar purple bunny squatting on the ground with his guitar held in front of him in an attempt to try and conceal himself. “Oh Bonnie!” Vanessa cooed, “That’s a creative hiding place.”

The bunny’s shoulders shook, like one would do when laughing before standing up. His ears wiggled when he saw Mike, pointing at him. The man wrung his hands nervously, “Uh…hey buddy? Still not mad at me for the taser thing?”

Bonnie didn’t seem to be angry, at least Mike hoped so. He turned to Chica, both of them staring at one another. If Mike and Vanessa were to guess, they seemed to be having some type of silent conversation with one another. More specifically, Bonnie had to be asking Chica if Mike was trustworthy. After a minute or two, Chica nodded to the rabbit, ending their conversation. Bonnie gave the man a thumbs up, walking over to him and held his hand out.

Mike raised a brow in confusion, peeking over to Vanessa, “Uh, what’s he doing?”

“Oh, he’s done this before. He wants you to hold his hand,” Vanessa responded.

“Huh,” Mike looked up at the purple animatronic, still staring and waiting for Mike to take it. He smiled awkwardly and took the rabbit’s paw. Huh, its softer than I expected he noticed the fuzz along the robot’s arm. In fact, now seeing it up close, he realised that all the animatronics were designed with the same soft fur. It reminded him of some of Abby’s old toys, though a bit worn, there was still a softness to them. The thought of his little sister warmed him a bit, suddenly holding his hand didn’t seem so daunting anymore.

The rabbit led them through the arcade, the once colourful machines that blared music every so often now dull and silent. Mike almost missed it in a strange way, he recognised the irony of the thought that brushed his mind but it made the place feel more alive in a way. The rabbit didn’t stop at ay of the games however, but rather a small ball pit that Vanessa recognised all too well. There was a pause, Vanessa and Mike sharing a confused look with one another until a red body sprung from the pit, plastic balls scattering the floor and making everyone cover themselves with their arms to prevent being hit by one of them. Yes it wouldn’t do any damage but the point still stood.

Mike and Vanessa uncurled themselves, realizing that it was Foxy who had jumped up. The fox animatronic currently had his arms in the air, as though he were celebrating for pulling that trick, looking very similar to an excited puppy after successfully catching a frisbee. “Okay, I’ll admit it,” Mike chuckled, “You got us good.”

Foxy paused in his cheering, noticing Mike standing there. The fox glanced down at the man’s arm, more specifically, the scabbed over scar from where he slashed him with his hook. Back when the yellow rabbit was still in his head. He lowered his arms, his ears copying the movement, as he looked to the ground with guilt.

Concern twinged in the pit of Mike’s stomach when he saw Foxy’s mood take an opposite turn, looking at his arm he suddenly understood, Foxy probably felt bad for hurting him. “Hey bud,” Mike took a step towards him, “You don’t have to worry, I forgive you for this. I know it wasn’t your fault, I’m not mad at you. I promise.”

The fox still seemed unsured, Mike took a different approach instead, “You know, Abby is with us outside. I’m sure she wouldn’t want you to feel bad. Plus, she’s really been missing you and the others, I bet she can’t wait to share all the games she wants to play with you.”

That seemed to get his attention, clambering out the ball pit and ready to head to the door.

“Not yet Foxy!” Vanessa giggled, the fox freezing in his steps, “We gotta find Freddy and Goldie first.”

Goldie? Who is Goldie? Mike pondered. He didn’t get a chance to ask before everyone else started searching for Freddy, with Bonnie still clutching onto Mike’s hand. He smiled at the rabbit’s antics as he followed the others.

It was Foxy in the lead this time, trying to keep as slow as possible for the others even though the clear excitement in his footsteps wanted to do the opposite. He finally stopped at the open door of the security office, waiting eagerly for them to go inside. Mike let go of Bonnie’s hand for a minute, promising him that he would be back soon before taking a peek through the door.

An involuntary smile quirked across his lips, under his old desk was a poorly concealed brown bear with the proudest look upon his face with his decided hiding place. However, that proud look went away the moment he saw Mike, standing to his full height. Mike gulped, taking a step back as the bear got closer. The bear lunged forward and grabbed him.

“Freddy wait!” Vanessa cried out, reaching her hand out…and stopped

There was no vicious attack, or bones breaking, or terrified screams of agony. But rather, Freddy had gathered the man up into what seemed to be a literally bear hug. And a tight one at that. “Yeah, yeah,” Mike gasped for breath, “I’m happy to see you too!”

Vanessa tried desperately to supress a laugh, waiting a few more seconds before going over to end Mike’s misery. “Okay Freddy, that’s enough,” she patted the bear’s shoulder, “Let Mike breathe please.”

Letting out a sad and low whine, Freddy let Mike go, the former panting and letting in as much oxygen as possible. This time, the blonde as unable to hold back the loudest, ugliest snorts known to man. Even the animatronics were shocked by such a noise.

“Yeah, laugh it up,” Mike groaned, putting his hand on his knees as he continued to gulp down air. “I’m very aware that my misery is entertaining!”

Vanessa let out another chortle, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry.” She rested her palm on his shoulder, rubbing it as he caught his breath again. After a minute, he finally straightened up again, letting out one final sigh as he nodded to Vanessa. “Right! Now that we’ve got that settled, all we have to look for is Goldie and then we can go home with Abby.”

Freddy’s ears wiggled excitedly at his friend’s name.

“That’s right big guy,” Vanessa grinned, “You guys are gonna be living somewhere different, hope you guys like spaghetti cause Mike is a master at it.”

“Wait, sorry, one second,” Mike stopped her, “Last time I checked there were only four animatronics, who’s Goldie?”

His answer was shortly answered by the lights flickering and a soft thud at the other side of the room. Mike slowly turned, his voice catching in his throat as a golden bear with a blue eye stared at him. A cold bead of sweat ran down his cheek, the feeling of dread a familiarity sinking in all at once. It was the blonde boy from his dreams, the one William shouldn’t have killed.

“It’s okay,” Vanessa whispered to Mike sensing his apprehension. “He’s not bad, trust me. He’s just…a little awkward.”

It seemed the gold bear agreed, his shoulders sagging slightly with the same guilt that Foxy had. William had hurt him the most, angered him the most, remained in his head the most. And now that he was finally free of him, everything was rushing back to him. His head hung, pressing both his hands to his face.

Mike’s heart twisted, it was the same look Abby would have whenever she would have a nightmare or scrapped her knee. It was a look he absolutely hated, knowing a child was hurt and trying desperately to help them heal despite the gruelling process. What made it worse was how helpless he would feel, knowing that they were hurt yet being rendered powerless to do anything. However, he knew he wasn’t helpless when he saved Abby, and he knew that he wasn’t powerless now.

He squashed down the fear and uncertainty, a child needed him and needed him now. He stepped closer to him, taking his golden paws in his hands and gently guiding them away form Goldie’s face. “It’s not your fault, okay?” Mike whispered softly. “It’s no one’s fault but the yellow rabbits, you know that right? I know that it wasn’t really you who wanted to hurt people, it was him controlling you. I know that you’re scared, that all of you are scared, but its okay. We’re gonna make sure that no one is gonna make you feel so scared ever again…you’re coming home.”

If Goldie could cry, he would have done so right there and then. Instead, he pressed his forehead onto Mike’s, making sure that there wasn’t any force behind it. Mike smiled, any hesitation about this plan melting away. He knew now and then that all of these kids, despite the metal animal front they had, they were all his like how Abby was to his.

If only his father could have thought the same.

“We should get going,” Vanessa spoke up, “We can’t keep Abby waiting.”

Mike pulled away softly, guiding the golden bear to meet with the others “Let’s go home guys.”

Through the mess, through the memories and through the ghosts of the years prior, they finally said goodbye to the pizzeria one last time. Mike shut the doors of the building, turning to his car and seeing Abby waving to her robot friends.

“So, I’m curious,” Vanessa pondered, “How exactly do you plan on getting them to your house?”

“Oh that?” Mike answered, “I asked a friend for a favour.”

Before the woman could say anything else, the beeping of a truck backing up slowly made her jump and turn to the source of the noise. A head poked out from the window of a delivery truck from a familiar diner that he, Vanessa and Abby knew all to heart. “Vanessa, this is my new friend Ness,” Mike introduced, “He helped me get a job and Sparky’s diner and he offered to help if I provided some answers to his theories.”

The man in the truck gawked at the animatronics, letting out a victorious, “I KNEW IT!”

The drive back to Mike’s house was a short one, with Ness’s truck carrying the animatronics trailing behind Mike’s car. After promising the waiter answers to his many ‘haunted pizzeria theories’ (as Ness would like to call them) the next time he would come to work, he unloaded all the animatronics out of the truck and into his house.

Would it be a tight squeeze? Probably. But luckily, Mike had a few plans up his sleeves. Besides, having an imaginative little sister was a pretty big help.

The five animatronics scanned the walls of their new home. It was small, yet…it was safe. The pizzeria always had looming, dark echoing halls, each large and empty room felt nothing but isolating and reminded them just how lonely each of them were. However here, it reminded them of waking up late on a Sunday morning, rushing down the stairs for hot chocolate while getting a hug from one of your parents.

It felt like home – a feeling that none of them had felt in a long time.

Vanessa was the last one to come inside, in her arms she was carrying the new TV set while Abby and Mike carried the bags of snacks and blankets respectively. The animatronics looked to one another with curiosity, just what were these strange humans planning?

They were about to follow the humans when they started walking down the hall, until they were stopped by Abby, the child wearing a cheeky grin as she waggled her finger to them. “You guys have to wait here,” she giggled, “It’s a surprise!”

Each of them let out a whir at her statement. Surprise? For them? But they only just got here.

“Trust me,” Mike grinned, “You guys are gonna love this.”

“I put down some paper and crayons if you guys want to draw while you wait,” Abby suggested, pointing to the little pile she arranged on the living room carpet. “I know how much you guys like drawings.”

Now that sparked their attention, putting the surprise to the back of their minds and they went to sit down, each of them grabbing a crayon and getting to work.

The three humans smiled, checking one last time that the robots were successfully distracted before going back to finishing the surprise.

Ten minutes went by, the animatronics laser focused on their individual drawings. Foxy’s was, unquestionably, a pirate ship on the sea with a tiny version of himself in the middle. Chica had drawn Carl in a pink princess dress. Bonnie had drawn himself as a superhero flying throughout a group of fluffy clouds. Goldie’s was a simple drawing of a cat and a dog holding paws, and Freddy’s was all the animatronics together along with Mike, Vanessa and Abby on top of a castle.

The positions were a bit sloppy and some of the colours went outside the lines, but the joyful shine in their eyes after finally letting themselves be children again only made the drawings much more meaningful to them.

Mike watched on as he leaned on the wall, their surprise was finished and he was now waiting for them to finish up. The once separate lines for them being animatronics and children were now starting to blur together. He should feel surreal at the fact that he had robots over nine feet tall squatting down and drawing on his floor, but for some reason it just seemed right. That he was meant to take that job and have it led to this. To finally set them free…something that no one ever did for him. And it had been long overdue for them.

“Nice work you guys,” he walked over to them, snickering as they stood up as quick as they could and rushed over to him to show them their work. Like a pack of excited tiny kittens rushing to their mother. “Haha, calm down. One at a time. You can show me once you see your surprise.”

That seemed to have worked when they suddenly stood straight, wanting to be on their best behaviour for what the humans had in store for them. They never had a surprise in so long. The tingling of anticipation they had made them feel like the children they should have been allowed to be, not the monster that the yellow rabbit created.

Like ducklings following their parents, the animatronics followed Mike down the hallway, careful that their size didn’t leave any damage to the walls they passed by. They finally stopped at the garage door, with Mike taking a hold of the doorknob before grinning back at the animatronics, “You guys ready?”

Each robot nodded enthusiastically, if they had tails Mike was sure that they would be wagging like excited little puppies. “Okay, here you go,” the door opened.

The animatronics couldn’t believe their eyes with what they saw. Instead of a cold and dingy garage like they expected, the walls were draped with blankets and fairy lights - not an inch of a wall in sight, the ground was covered in spare mattresses, pillows and fuzzy sheets. There were even blankets on the ceiling that were shaped like the top of a circus tent, and in the middle was a small TV, with Vanessa and Abby in front of it with snack and sweets laid around them.

“Do you guys like it?” Abby giggled, barely able to contain her excitement.

‘Like it’ was more than what the animatronics were feeling when looking at all this. This was a gesture of pure, selfless kindness and generosity from people who expected nothing in return but for the five robots to be happy. They didn’t just ‘like’ it, this meant more to them than every treasure that the world could offer them. If they could be able to cry, they would have done so on the spot. Instead, the joined the girls on the plush ground, giving each of them a hug for their efforts.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Vanessa grinned.

Mike smiled at the group on the ground as they went through an assortment of DVD’s and deciding which one to watch. He remembered having those memories with Garret and promised himself to do the same with Abby (but with his busy schedule it was hard to do so).

A part of him stinged at the fact that his father didn’t do this with his only daughter, how quick he was to just disappear. Mike shook his head, right now he had to focus on what was happening at hand. Creating happiness with the new, strange family he had in front of him.

“Mike we’re gonna watch ‘The Lion King’!” Abby cheered, “Come join us.”

“Okay, okay I’m coming,” He rolled his eyes fondly at his little sister, kicking off his shoes as he sat down.

He took a deep breath as the film started, pushing back the rest of the sting.

Just focus on the now, just focus on the now, just focus on the now.

It had been a few weeks since the animatronics officially moved in with them. There were a few hiccups here and there with having literally giants in the house, but over time they managed to make it work. They had been moved into the new renovated yet cozied up garage, providing them enough space and comfort when they had to go into rest mode.

Vanessa was still working as a police officer, and Mike had his part-time job at Sparky’s, which let him have more free hours with Abby and the animatronics while still being able to pay for the house. Even Vanessa had joined in with the pay, wanting to help him and Abby as much as she could when she moved in with them. Mike had protested about it at first but Vanessa had shut him down every time.

The animatronics were easy to entertain as well. If Abby wasn’t at home to play with them, Mike had set them out crayons and paper to draw, kept the TV on for them to watch cartoons, left out board games and puzzles, he even fished out his old Nintendo 64 for them to play with, and even left behind some number problems to help stimulate them. He and Vanessa had agreed that even though they didn’t have their physical bodies, they were still children who needed to learn and do at least some schoolwork.

And so, it was peaceful. At least it was for everyone else.

As for Mike, thoughts of the past had been plaguing him. He wrote it off as just his lack of sleep finally catching up to him, brushing off everyone’s worry and reassuring them that he was okay. But he wasn’t, he really wasn’t.

Mike laid in bed that night, tossing and turning in his sheets before stopping and staring up at the ceiling instead.

He couldn’t stop thinking about his parents, more so his father. How quick he was to leave him and Abby when his mother died, that he became numb and silent when Garret died, how he didn’t even blink when Abby was born, how he never joked or spent time with him they way he used to, how he forced Mike into a parental figure despite being a child himself. At least his mother tried to stand again when Garret died, as least she wanted to make a future with him and Abby.

But his father? The night before he left he told Mike that he had ‘important business’ to take care of, and he never saw him again. He remembered crying himself to sleep that night, wailing for his father to come back but never got a response. How he had to take care of a hungry, teething Abby with no one to help him, even being ignored by his aunt when he asked for her help. How was it so easy for his father to leave him than to love him?

He hated him, he hated him for leaving them…yet he still couldn’t help but yearn for his father’s embrace like he was a child.

Deep down, Mike couldn’t help but still love his father.

He wasn’t able to stop the tears leaking onto his pillow, pressing a hand to his mouth to muffle his cries. He was a grown man, he shouldn’t be acting like a child who scrapped their knee. He had to be strong, for Abby, for Vanessa, for the animatronics. They all suffered much worser fates than he did, he didn’t deserve to cry.

Mike didn’t notice the crack in his bedroom door, his back turned to it. Freddy watched, having been woken up from his rest mode when he heard the sound of silent crying. The fan in his chest whirred sombrely, he didn’t like seeing Mike so upset. He was the one who saved them, who came back for them even when the animatronics tried to kill him and take Abby. He gave them shelter when they believed no one else had the empathy to do that for them. And most of all, he made them feel like children again. Above all else, that was the most they could ask for.

Freddy wouldn’t stand for this, he couldn’t allow Mike to feel so bad about himself. He had to do something, something to help pay him back for all that he had done for them. But what?

A lightbulb went off in his head, he had an idea, but he was going to need some help. He slipped back down the hallway and into the garage again, the rest of the rest of the robots laying on their backs like they did when they first built the fort in the pizzeria, only this time it was much comfier.

The animatronics stirred when they heard Freddy’s heavy footsteps enter the room, turning their heads to look at him. He motioned with his hand for them to follow him, exiting the room while hearing the others get up to see what the brown bear had in mind.

He led them down the hallway before coming across a large closet at the end, a closet that they had only seen a few times but new all too well what was inside. And when Freddy pointed to Mike’s room, it finally clicked with the animatronics just what Freddy was planning when they heard the man’s light sniffles.

With a quick nod from each of them to the bear, they got started with his plan.

“Mike! Mike!” Abby’s voice broke him away from his slumber as her little hands pushed and nudged at his shoulder to get him to wake up. “You gotta come see this Mike!”

He groaned as he opened his eyes, peering at his clock that read 4AM on its little black screen, “Abby its far too early in the morning, why are you still up?”

“You have to see this!” a grin was split across her face, with no explanation given as to why she was still awake, “You need to see what they did!”

She rushed out the room, leaving Mike to groan as he pulled himself out of bed. It wasn’t the first time Abby’s burst of energy woke him up in the dark of the night, but this was the first time the word ‘they’ was used in a sentence. He rubbed sleep away from his eyes, his feet padding down the carpeted hall when he heard hushed whispers of Abby and Vanessa coming from the living room.

His brows furrowed, wondering what they could be talking about, when his eyes widened at the sight before him. The five animatronics were standing in front of a carefully constructed fort, on the bottom laid a mattress covered in red checkered blankets, the shape was squared and hung with white sheets yet was still big enough to fit a few people in, there were even fairy lights hung round the corners, along with little stuffed animals, pillows and spare blankets in the centre of the fort.

Mike didn’t even know what to say, his throat tight with forgotten emotions he had buried deep down for so long.

“They woke us up because they needed our help,” Mike whipped his head round to face Vanessa the moment he heard her voice, who was standing with Abby in the corner of the living room, her hair messy and clothes slightly crumpled. “They needed our input since we knew you the best.”

“Y-you did all this?” he gripped the bottom of his sleep shirt, “For me?”

Abby nodded, “They said they heard you crying and wanted to help make you happy again since you did that for them.”

Mike faced the animatronics, each one of them shuffling slightly in place, anxiously awaiting his response. “I can’t believe it,” he whispered, “You did this for me?”

Freddy nodded sheepishly, shyly looking to the ground.

“But…why?” Mike asked.

“They said you were sad,” Abby told him, worry marking her own little face. Mike hated seeing it on her, on someone too young to have that worry.

“Hey, I’m fine Abbs,” he was lying through his teeth and everyone knew that.

“Mike,” Vanessa stepped forward, “What’s really going on? You can tell us, you know that right?”

“It’s nothing, really!” Mike tried to reassure them. Too much was happening at once, he needed something to grasp himself onto, to ground himself before he-

Two large arms wrapped around his middle as a chin rested on his head. Mike didn’t need to turn around to know that it was Freddy who had him within a bear hug.

“Mike,” Vanessa rested her hand on his shoulder, “You can talk to us, you’re not alone anymore.”

Abby rushed to him, wrapping her own tiny arms around his legs, “I’m strong too, you taught me that.”

He felt a tear roll down his cheek. This was the first time in years he ever let anyone see him actually cry. It felt…nice. “No one has done this for me, in so many years,” he told them honestly, “Not even my own dad. That was what I was crying about when Freddy found me.”

The robot whirred sadly, holding Mike tighter.

Mike sighed, he hadn’t had a hug like this on so long, feeling himself unconsciously lean into it, “When he left I was forced to grow up and figure myself out. I didn’t really get to have much of my childhood. So seeing all this,” he gestured to the fort, “It means the world to me. All of you mean the world to me. I…I don’t want to burden you with my problems.”

Vanessa’s hand drifted down to his, squeezing it tight, “We’ll always be here for you Mike, you’re not on your own anymore. We’re a family now and we’ll do anything we can to help. It’s okay, you can rest now.”

“Yeah, we can teach the animatronics how to make soup and spaghetti,” Abby suggested, “They’re tall enough to reach the stove so they’ll be able to help you.”

Mike chucked, ruffling his little sister’s hair, “Thank you.” He turned to the rest of the animatronics, “All of you, thank you.”

The rest of the animatronics light up like the sun, they had completed their mission, one happy Mike Schmitt. The let Mike enter his new fort, watching as he laid down into a comfortable position. He didn’t know how this was much cozier than his bed, but he wasn’t complaining one bit. Abby and Vanessa entered as well, Abby in front of him hugging his middle, while Vanessa spooned him from behind, running her fingers through his hair.

The animatronics nodded to one another, waving Mike goodnight as they returned back to the garage. After all, it was too small for them to fit in the human’s little fort.

Mike let a soft smile grace his lips, rubbing Abby’s back and leaning into Vanessa’s touch. For years he had been a stone wall, rough and hard on the surface, unable to break in order to protect those he loved. But that had come with a price, for he hadn’t allowed himself to really feel in so long, to let others in. It even strained the relationship he had with his little sister, the fear of her being taken away overpowering the bond that they should have shared.

But now they were here, with not just one new friend in the form of a tall blonde, but five rather odd metallic ones as well. The cracks in the walls were finally chipping away, letting the calm stream flow, along with him riding the gentle waters.

Mike closed his eyes, letting sleep claim him once more. For the first time in years, he felt like a child again.

That moment you realize you were Abby as a kid, and are now Michael as an adult. Rip my sleep schedule.

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