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xmint-conditionx · 4 years ago

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art on exhibit | myg + jhs feat. knj

pairing: sugardaddy!hoseok x fem!reader, ceo!yoongi x fem!reader, brat!reader, sub!reader, dom!hoseok, dom!yoongi w/c: 5k but i feel like it should be so much longer for some reason smh summary: you and your sugar daddy, hoseok, are big fans of exhibitionism, but this is the craziest you’ve ever taken it. most of his prestigious party guests are jumping to get to get their hands on you. will you be able to handle it? tags/cw: 18+ please, smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, remote controlled vibrator, almost reaching limits, spanking, marking, biting, ball gag, degradation (slut), praise, punishment, crying, light oral (f recieving), public humiliation, rope play, shibari, suspension, almost like being pimped out but u like it?, open relationship, hoseok is sort of protective tho, overstimulation, subspace, the orgasm nearly kills you, this one is real nasty, namjoon is just a guest appearance tbh but maybe later he doesn't have to be???

a/n: this thing has given me so much trouble by not appearing in tags. it didn't the first time i posted it on the old blog, and it hasn't been showing up this time either, so please feel free to give this one some extra love. also, honestly, i was sitting on this idea for a long! time! before i actually wrote it out. if i was spaced out in my last class of the day, i was probably thinking about this. i am almost proud and almost ashamed to share this with you all, lmao cause it's honestly a huge fantasy of mine. i’ve been really wanting to do a sugardaddy!hoseok thing for a while, and if you guys like this, then i think i can add more to the story. alright, y’all stay nasty. enjoy!

The ropes dig into the skin of your thighs ever so gently, and you close your eyes to listen to the din of the party that surrounds you. Guests only arrived 30 minutes ago, and you’re already dripping wet. This isn’t the first time you and Hoseok have done exhibitionism, but this is the farthest it’s ever been taken. Men and women in their best black tie attire surround you, glasses of his most expensive champagne in their hands. Not all of them are looking at you; some are too bashful to acknowledge your existence. Some only sneak glances when they think nobody else is looking. Few have come up and examined your entire naked frame, suspended from Hoseok’s ceiling in the middle of his entertainment space.

They’re examining you as if you were a piece of fine art; just another pretty and peculiar object that Hoseok has collected. You’re placed among some of his other art pieces - some Pollocks, some Dalis, some Picassos, and one O’Keefe - and somehow, you feel like you fit. That’s what Hoseok had said anyway. That since you were one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen in his life, he wanted to feature you as the work of art you are. He chose to display you in his favorite way.

Red shibari rope surrounds each of your legs like a cage before confining your hands behind your back. The rope trails over your torso and is twisted and knotted around your exposed breasts, but not tightly. Just enough to accentuate your natural shape. Your legs are tied so that they remain apart, one held higher than the other to leave you fully exposed. Your stomach is facing the floor, but not entirely; Hoseok has tied you so that you’re almost lounging comfortably there, suspended in midair. The lines of rope flow with the form of your body, and even though all of your weight is pressed down onto them, the ropes are the soft and luxurious kind - no doubt expensive - that make you feel as though you could be floating instead.

Just then, your attention is jolted to your cunt, where his favorite black remote control vibrator has just been triggered. You clench around it, and your moan is muffled by the ball gag that is secured over your lips. When you open your eyes, he is standing solidly in front of you.

His black button up shirt and jacket combination is draped over his shoulders beautifully, and his shiny brown hair is parted in the middle. He looks incredible. Radiant. Sinful.

“You looked bored,” he says with a little smirk as he continues to let the vibrator run inside of you, “and we can’t have that… Perhaps I should turn it up.”

He twists a small knob on the remote and the vibrations steadily rise in frequency until they’re as high as they can go. A semblance of a scream escapes your lips behind the gag. You begin rocketing toward climax, but Hoseok knows you and your body too well. Just as you begin to feel the tingles spread over your body, he shuts it off, and your muscles immediately go lax from being tensed up and ready to come.

He laughs softly as you pant, and then takes a quick look around the room.

“You seem to have gathered some attention. That’s my good girl.”

Without another word, he pockets the remote, and you watch how his ringed fingers delicately pick up a flute of champagne from one of the server’s tray tables. Then he simply walks away. His immaculately shiny black shoes gently thud on the marble floor as he makes his way through the crowd, to presumably some other obscenely rich friend of his.

You feel a small amount of saliva about to peak over your bottom lip. You’ve been good about swallowing everything but it seems your denied orgasm has made you forgetful. Moments later, a small thread of your own spit runs out of your mouth and onto the floor. You know that you have been dripping from the other end too, and you wonder if any of the guests have just seen you drool on yourself.

As if to answer, Hoseok comes back from behind you and grabs you by the jaw. His face lights up when he confirms that you have made a mess of yourself. He turns to one of his guests and speaks.

“See, Namjoon?” he says, tilting your head up toward his guest so that he can see, “She’s incredible.”

You meet eyes with the guest, and put on your best innocent look. You love how a blush starts to creep up into his cheeks, and how his pillowy lips part slightly. Even though you’re bound from head to toe and easily the poorest person here, you feel like you’re the most powerful person in the room. The guest clears his throat and turns his attention back to Hoseok.

“How much was your price?” he asks.

Hoseok looks down at you, and a smirk begins to form on his plush lips.

“1,000 US Dollars. Per second,” he says, “Which charity will it be, then?”

You’d been the one to come up with the idea for the proceeds from the charity fundraiser to be benefitted by getting to control the vibrator. Hoseok loved it.

“Your education charity,” he says, “and I’ll take 30 seconds.”

Hoseok nods, “Do you want to go ahead and write the check now or do you want me to keep a tab running and let you know at the end of the evening?”

The tall man considers this, and looks back at you for a moment before answering, “keep it open, will you?”

“Alright, Mr. Kim. All yours,” Hoseok says as he fishes out the device from his suit pocket before turning to you, “Be good, you hear me? Don’t come until you have been given permission by either Mr. Kim or myself. Understood?”

You nod frantically as you watch the remote being transferred from Hoseok’s hands to Namjoon’s. The earlier flustered man turned more confident once he held the little black fob in his palm - quite a large palm now that you look at it closely. It would look so nice trailing up your thigh, you think. You look up at Namjoon and convey a pleading look, one that silently asks for mercy.

He does not give it.

With a small grin, he turns on the vibrator, and you scream (or try to) at the suddenness of the sensation. He spends his entire 30 seconds with the device in your pussy at full speed, and you can’t hold back your groaning. You clench around the bullet, and when his time is up, you feel beads of sweat starting to form on your brow from the exertion. You’re left a panting mess in front of him, Hoseok, and every other guest that has turned to watch you squirm.

Namjoon’s satisfied smile and nod encourages others in the room to have a turn. Before long, you see a few more guests make their way over to where you are hanging. This time it is a group of women.

“Hye-jin!” Namjoon exclaims, before he hugs the woman and offers a short to the three others that come over with her. She’s dressed in the most beautiful black form fitting dress you’ve ever seen. Her hourglass figure sways captivatingly in the gown, and you’re momentarily mesmerized by her figure. You look up at her and she’s smirking down at you; you were too distracted at the way the large jewels on her necklace fell over her collarbones to realize that they were already discussing you.

“I should have known it would be you to break the ice,” she says playfully to Namjoon, who just presses his lips together in resignation as he puts his hand to the back of his neck.

“How’s the comeback?” he asks casually, as if there isn’t a fully naked and exposed woman suspended in front of him. His ability to be so casual while you’re at the edge of your sanity shoots a ping of arousal through your body. You shiver slightly, and you catch Hoseok looking at you out of the corner of his eyes. He’d never admit it, but he cares about you a lot. You can tell he’s checking to make sure you aren’t getting ready to start snapping your fingers- the safe action you’d both agreed on to release you from the ropes and send you into his master suite. Even when he had walked over to find Namjoon, you know even then he wasn’t out of sight or earshot from you.

He had a clean and plush robe stowed away in the closet nearby, and was always ready to release you should you want to be. You’d worked together before the event to set up a space in his suite to go should you need to retire for the evening, and you caught him setting a hoodie of his on the side of the bed where you typically sleep. You’d always playfully taken them, either to flirt or to wear it (and only it) to encourage a round two. But he had never deliberately set one of them aside for your use. He knows you won’t be using it to flirt or to rouse him into more sex, so his little efforts to bring you as much comfort as possible had set alight something in your heart.

He really did take pride in taking good care of you. As a good sugar daddy should.

You’re yanked back to reality when the vibrator starts up again. You clench around it and feel a gush of wetness surge out at the sensation of it going at full blast. Just when you become used to the speed and lower your whining, you open your eyes to see the woman holding the remote this time, grinning down at you with full lips. She meets your gaze and turns it up all the way, which makes you tense up every last one of your muscles. The woman next to her with long, light hair and a wicked gaze, whispers something to her while eyeing you up and down. It then occurs to you that you weren’t paying attention and don’t know how much time she purchased.

As the seconds tick by, they feel like hours. With the device at full speed, you feel yourself closing in on a climax, and so you squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself for the orgasm that is about to rip through your body…

She turns it down to the lowest setting and watches as you groan at the second denial crushes you. More saliva drips down your chin as she switches it off, leaving you with only the beads of sweat that cling to your skin.

“Thank you, Hoseok. Worth every penny,” Hye-jin says, handing the remote back to him.

Hoseok beams his thousand-watt smile at her, and congratulates her on both the success of Maria, her solo album, and then thanks her for her donation.

She thanks him in return, and both women walk back into the crowd. Namjoon has also gone, which just leaves you with Hoseok again. His eyes meet yours for a moment, and you see a fire in them that you’ve never seen before. You’re dangling about waist height, and you can’t help but to look down from his face to try to see if you can make out a bulge. You don’t get time to really look, because as soon as you break eye contact, he moves to your back and smacks your ass cheek hard. A loud thwack echoes throughout the large space, over the din of the partygoers. You inhale sharply at the sting, and let your breath back out in a long groan, drawing the attention of more guests. You knew that the champagne would loosen inhibitions eventually.

You hear the footsteps of a couple other guests walking toward you from behind where Hoseok stands. You crane your head to try to see over your shoulder, but they stand just out of your peripheral vision. They’re talking in low voices, and you can’t make out what they’re saying. You wish you could swing yourself around and look at them, but knowing that the only thing they can see of you is your dripping cunt, you’re not so mad.

You feel a hand on your thigh, a touch you’re familiar with. You know it’s Hoseok’s hand, as he gently trails up your inner thigh, purposefully teasing you. An involuntary shiver runs through your body and you can’t help but to whimper slightly. You hear a man’s chuckle, and then he’s speaking, again too low for you to hear.

Hoseok uses his grip on your inner thigh to spin you around so that you’re facing the group of men. Namjoon has come back, this time with what appears to be a friend in tow.

“Baby girl,” Hoseok’s voice says gently, and you look up to meet his gaze, “Yoongi here has just asked if he may touch you.” Your eyes widen at the thought, remembering how just Hoseok’s hand trailing up your thigh had your toes curling. You look up at the new guest, and see only a cold and stone-like expression. His eyes seem to bore right through you, and directly into your cunt. You’re momentarily mesmerized under his heavy stare, before you slowly nod your head.

“Yoongi here has just generously donated one million dollars to one of my charities, so do you know what that means?” he asks you, not expecting an answer, “How long is one thousand seconds?”

“Sixteen minutes and 40 seconds,” Yoongi says, not breaking eye contact from you, “If I’m correct.”

If your mouth could drop, it would. Namjoon, looking up from his phone, just nods nonchalantly.

Hoseok asks the man what he has asked everyone else: if they would like to keep a running tab or if they would like to write a check now. Yoongi reaches into his back pocket and pulls out what you assume to be his checkbook. With rings glittering in the lighting of the room, his hand swiftly fills it out. He rips it out and extends it to Hoseok.

“I won’t be needing more time.”

His cool confidence in saying this small phrase makes your stomach drop.

Hoseok grips your chin and tilts your head up. “Remember, baby girl, don’t come until you’re told to. You want to be on your best behavior for Mr. Min. Trust me.”

He speaks sternly and then releases your jaw, trailing his hand back to stroke your messy hair, before settling on your two hands secured behind your back and giving them a light squeeze. A silent reminder of your out, should you need it.

This Yoongi must be… a force to be reckoned with.

“Your time starts now,” Hoseok says, tapping his phone screen. You squeeze shut your eyes and brace yourself for the abrupt shock of the vibrations, but seconds pass, and they don’t come. You gingerly open your eyes and look up at the man standing above you, toying with the remote. He regards it with vague interest, and then he flicks up his eyes to look at you. Your heart stops for a moment, as he begins to rake his onyx eyes over your body. He purses his lips slightly and begins walking around you, all too slowly.

Even though he has disappeared from your view, you can feel his eyes on you. Your anxiousness grows as he remains out of your sight longer, and this is no doubt intentional. It seems as if he picked up your unease earlier when he first approached.

This guy is good.

You’re so on edge, that the light vibrations that begin in your cunt still surprise you. He turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting, but these low and slow vibrations still make you have a sharp intake of breath. He finally arrives back to your front and seems pleased at your reaction. He squats down so that his face is level with yours.

“What a good girl you are,” he muses, lips parted, tongue playing with the inside of his cheek, “I hope Hoseok here treats you well. You seem… pent up.”

At those last two words, he revs up the vibrations slightly, causing you to let out a small moan. He stands and puts the remote in his pocket. You watch as he gently rolls up his sleeves to the elbow, his forearm flexing as he fixes them. Your hungry stare betrays you.

“Is she always like this?” he asks Hoseok, almost laughing at you. “God, she’s desperate.” He looks at you. “Does Hobi not fuck you enough, little girl?”

Your eyes widen at the implications, and you furiously shake your head no, trying to convey as much as you can with your eyes alone. He just chuckles.

“Loyal,” he says, “I like that.” He looks back up at Hoseok. “Is your agreement exclusive, or is there room in her life for a second... benefactor?” You look up at your sugar daddy, eyes wide with what he might say. He’s just standing there, arms folded over his chest, as if he were discussing the weather or the stock market.

“I’m afraid she’s all booked up for the foreseeable future, unfortunately,” he says cooly but firmly, a little bit of edge to his voice.

“Pity,” Yoongi says, taking a step toward you, “I could think of a million good ways to take up her time.”

“You’ve got 14 minutes left,” is all Hoseok says in response, a definite sharpness to his tone. You’ve only heard this type of voice from him when you’re being particularly bratty. You rarely hear him this stern.

The vibrations quicken slightly, and you can tell from your frequent use that the device is at about its medium speed.

Yoongi takes his hand and reaches out to your back, and with a featherlight touch, begins to trace next to where the ropes lie. He keeps working down your back, and gently trails down your bare ass cheek and ghosts against your pussy. You can feel the heat from his hand, impossibly close to touching you. You hold your head back and try to look at him as you whine out a plea.

“Eyes straight ahead, little girl,” he says, and you comply reluctantly, flopping your head forward dramatically as you sigh. His hand grabs hold of your thigh, and squeezes it so hard you’re sure you’ll find a bruise there in the morning. “And lose the attitude.”

You whimper as he releases your thigh, and goes back to delicately running his fingertips up to your core. He stops just short of your cunt, and you desperately want him to just touch you. You flex your back and buck your hips in order to push yourself onto where you know his hand is. Your clit makes contact with his hand, and as soon as you feel it connect, you feel it missing. Not even a moment later, a sharp sting spreads across your ass, and you clench around the vibe.

“What a greedy little slut you are. Do you always misbehave this much?”

You turn your head back to look at him, and as you meet his eyes, you can see he begins to fume.

“Namjoon, keep her head straight. Someone's not listening.”

You turn your head back around and Namjoon is quickly grabbing your jaw firmly in his hand. Your eyes meet his, and his earlier show of no mercy seems to still be intact. You feel Yoongi’s hand soothe the soreness he just created, only to once again reel back and give the same spot another firm smack, just as hard as the first one.

You cry into the ball gag and the shockwave from his hit sends you slightly swinging forward into Namjoon’s belt. Even though the vibrator is only at medium speed, you feel yourself beginning to get close to a climax. Your moans get longer and higher, and your body tenses to prepare for it. You hear Yoongi behind you.

“Don’t.”

You know exactly what he means. You focus on your breathing and furrow your brow in an attempt to stave off your orgasm. It’s working, but barely. He turns up the vibrations and you cry out again, your head shaking as much as Namjoon’s firm grip will allow.

“Don’t.”

You distance yourself from the situation, distracting yourself with thinking about schoolwork. The essay you’re currently writing. How the rough draft needs to be done by tomorrow night. You need three more in-text citations to make --

His hand is against your clit, and he’s rubbing at an agonizingly slow pace, with just enough pressure for you to want more. You inhale sharply and work harder to distract yourself.

You have two of the quotes picked out, but you need to finalize the third one to really hammer in your point. Maybe you can spend tomorrow morning reading --

His lips graze over the ass cheek he tortured earlier, your smarting skin responding sharply to the gentle contact. He gives you a soft kiss, and then you feel a sharp pain as he sinks his teeth into your already ruined ass.

Your eyes fly open and you make desperate eye contact with Namjoon, trying to show him that you can’t last much longer. Thankfully, this Namjoon is a perceptive man, and he looks from you to Yoongi.

“She can’t take much more, Yoongi.”

“Good,” he says, breath grazing over where he just bit as he speaks. “Come, slut.”

For the first time tonight, your orgasm peaks and rips out of you. Your whole body trembles with the sensation, and you feel his pressure on your clit increase to see you through. The orgasm is hard, and long, and it leaves you with tears streaming down your cheeks, mascara running wildly. You’re coming down slowly, and you feel his hand pull away. Before you realize it, he is standing in front of you again. Namjoon releases you, and your head hangs lifelessly as you pant.

Yoongi stands directly in front of you again, and you find yourself staring at his expensive shoes. You’re completely spent. Post orgasm bliss spreads throughout your muscles, and then, a slight discomfort. You realize what it is: the vibrator is still going.

You squirm lazily and whine at the sensation, it being too much. Yoongi squats down and gently lifts up your head by the chin. Your exhausted eyes meet his, and he clicks his tongue.

“Aw, are you all sensitive now?” he asks gently, in an almost patronizing tone. You don’t care. You nod sleepily.

“Is the vibrator too much, little girl?” You nod once more, eyes fluttering shut.

“Then use your safeword gesture,” he says, almost as if it’s a dare. "Go on. Snap."

If he’s not done with you, then you’re not done. You open your eyes and look directly at him as if to say “challenged accepted.”

Without moving his eyes from yours, he cranks up the vibrations until you’re whimpering again.

“Six more minutes,” you hear Hoseok say from beside you.

“Plenty of time,” Yoongi replies without skipping a beat. “I think we can get three more in. One every two minutes? Surely a slut like you will have no problem with that, since you wanted to come so badly earlier.”

You groan at the ache in your cunt, and at the slight displeasure the vibrator is causing. Yoongi stands again and walks back behind you, and this time you know better than to move your head to look.

Soon the vibrations begin to feel pleasurable again, and you’re having a hard time keeping your moans quiet.

“Atta girl,” you hear Yoongi say from behind you, “Your next one’s already coming isn’t it? You greedy little thing. You’re going to ruin Hoseok’s nice floors with your slick. And in front of all these people?”

Just like that, you’re reminded that you have an audience. Quite a large one. You open your eyes to see just about every guest’s gaze glued to your straining form. The heat bubbles in your abdomen as your next climax rushes toward you.

“You may come again,” is all Yoongi says as you’re thrown off the edge again. As soon as you begin to recover from this one, he ups the vibrator to full speed. You scream into the ball gag at the overstimulation, and cry out as tears spill out of your eyes. It’s entirely too much, but you love it. Before you realize it, another orgasm rips through your body, almost as if it were a continuation of the last one.

He doesn’t miss this though, and spreads your ass cheeks apart so he can get a better view. At this point, you’re not sure if you can do another one. You feel as though you might pass out if you come again. But the overstimulation is so overwhelming that you can only think of reaching one more high. You tense your entire body and try to get another one, but your muscles are so spent that you can’t stay tense for long. After a few more tries, you just sigh and hang limply, your limbs heavy and tired. You hang on the edge of climax, being able to see the other side, but not being able to go there.

Mascara tears stain your cheeks from exertion, and you are well and truly spent. You give up.

But you don’t snap your fingers.

Yoongi fastens his lips over your aching clit, and sucks. Just like that, you feel your orgasm building again so you clench, desperately trying to claim it; this time, you reach it.

It tears through you like a slow strike of lightning. You feel yourself shaking as it takes its time fracturing within you. It grows white hot in your belly, and it’s as if every cell in your body has been burned alive. All of the energy you have left is spent thrashing in the ecstasy of your orgasm, and for a few seconds, you know nothing else but the pleasure.

You find yourself deep in subspace, practically dead to the world. You don’t even have the energy to open your eyes. You barely register Hoseok as he begins untying the ropes around your hands, getting assistance from both Namjoon and Yoongi. You feel his hands as he releases your ball gag and caresses your face as he asks if you’re okay. You give the tiniest nod, and he wraps your limp form tightly in his arms as the two men finish unwrapping your legs. He swoops down and sweeps your legs up to carry you bridal style away from the party.

The next thing you know is the soft and cool silk of his sheets enveloping you as he lays you down. You exist there for a time, every nerve ending in your body tingling as you drift off.

You wake some time later to hear quiet chatting. You inhale and breathe in the musky scent of Hoseok’s favorite cologne. You find yourself curled around the hoodie he left for you. As you slowly open your eyes, you can just make out the time on the nightstand clock. It’s almost 3 AM; the fundraiser had to have ended over four hours ago. You breathe slowly and close your eyes again so you can focus on the voices in the room.

You hear Hoseok straight away; his tone is forever instantly familiar to you. The way his normal speaking rhythm is a little sloppy with alcohol. In reply is a voice you more recently became acquainted with. The voice who you last heard giving you permission to come. It’s a little bit more rough now, a Daegu accent slipping out in his intoxication. The third one takes you by surprise. A low and calm voice. Lower than you’d ever suspected possible, from hearing him speak this evening. Even still, Namjoon’s even tone is a rumble you can make out.

You sit up slowly, not wanting the blood to rush to your head. You were sleeping hard. Your dry mouth guarantees that. At your movement, the three men stop their talking and look over at you. Hoseok is the first to set down his glass and walk over to you. His black tie is gone and so is his jacket. His collar is wide open, showing off his tanned chest behind the many unfastened buttons. He gets on his knees next to the bed and reaches for your hands. Once he finds them, his brow is creased with worry, as he brings your hands up to his lips.

“Are you alright, baby girl?” he asks into your hands. You still have the weight of sleep over you, so you don’t respond right away.

“She had her gesture, Hoseok. She could have used it,” you hear Yoongi say, and you look in his direction. He sits with his legs spread, glass of whiskey hanging off of his fingers. Your eyes meet, and even though he’s trying to seem impertinent and uncaring, there’s a tinge of worry and guilt in his eyes. You glance to Namjoon and see that his worry is more plainly stated.

Hoseok caresses your cheek and turns you back to facing him. His eyes plead for an answer. So you give it.

“Yes,” you say, voice raspy, “I’m alright. I feel great, actually.” Hoseok visibly relaxes and you hear Yoongi across the room mutter an “I told you so” to Namjoon.

“He didn’t push you too hard?” Hoseok asks.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you reply smugly, meeting Yoongi’s eyes, “But he did well and truly wear me out... Clearly."

You chuckle as Hoseok covers your hands in a million tiny kisses.

“Perhaps I do need to step my game up,” he teases, “I’ve never seen you so fucked out.”

“Nothing a good nap can’t fix,” you tease back. He smiles up at you, and you once again get lost in his brightness and warmth. “Mind if I join you all for a drink?”

“Of course not, baby girl,” Hoseok says, “I’ll go get your robe--”

“Don’t bother,” you say, wiggling into his hoodie and pulling the hood up and over your hair, “but you can go get me a glass.”

#bts smut #hoseok smut #yoongi smut #namjoon smut #yoongi x you #hoseok x you #namjoon x you #xmint-conditionx

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the-broken-truth · 4 years ago

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Surprisingly, i really love your oc (Eliza Dimitrescu) Senior! Ahem- okay so, my question is could you do a headcanon for the dimitrescu daughters (including Eliza) reacting to their youngest sibling (the reader) die because of various ways such as illness or being killed and others?

I really want to see the bond of caring for their youngest sibling- and this idea has been stucked in my mind for a while, and That's why I drew Eliza's Death and Daniela visited her grave because she still cares about her little sister even though Eliza is already gone-

Oh i almost forgot, it's okay. It's not a canon. Maybe not yet- (hehe)

welp- thank you for ur time! remember, ur junior is always here to help and support u >:3

-Snowwy

Broken Truth: Anything for a friend, Snowwy. Now, let the words weave together!!

Warning - Very Dark, Involving Death [PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK]

- Bela Dimitrescu (Unaware) -

Bela was the Eldest of the Dimitrescu Daughters.

She was the most responsible one.

The one who was aware of anything going on with her sisters.

But in this case, she wasn't and it caused the House of Dimitrescu the loss of something precious - something that would not be returned.

And Bela was to blame.

She stood before the grand fireplace and looked upon the golden urn that sat upon the top of it.

Upon the surface of the glass was a golden plaque with the words: [Y/N] Dimitrescu - Gone But Never Forgotten.

Bela could feel the tears building up.

Her youngest sister was gone...and it was all her fault.

The 2 of them were in the library - Alcina had to attend a lord meeting, while Cassandra, Dani, and Eliza were in the village for some manner of business.

Leaving Bela with the youngest of the Dimitrescu Spawn - a little toddler named [Y/N].

She was young - small. Only 5 years old but could still get into trouble just like her sisters could.

She was mortal - too young for the Cadou Parasite; Mother Miranda wouldn't give it to her until she was at least 15 to make sure she would live through it.

Bela wanted to read something and gave the child a book to read, sitting her in a chair beside her with the stack of baby books with bright and colorful pictures, along with a doll that Eliza had made for the infant.

Bela sat in the chair next to her and the two of them began reading their books.

Hours had passed and it was silent - just as it would be if Bela was alone in the library and it was that silence that made her slip into her own little bubble.

That bubble made it impossible for her to noticed the child got out of her chair and began to walk around.

That bubble stopped Bela from looking up from her book to see her youngest sister climbing on a very unstable bookshelf.

But that bubble popped...when the bookshelf came crashing down...right on top of the girl's tiny book.

Bela's eyes widened as she threw her book away and ran over to the down bookshelf and pushed it off her sister but she could tell by the look on her face...

She was too late.

The toddler's neck was snapped clean half and the light in her eyes was fading fast.

Bela gathered the girl in her arms and tried to hold her head to make her breathe easier but it was no use - no air was coming from her lips...and her heart began to slow its pace...until it stopped completely.

She screamed.

The door burst open.

And the entire family came in.

Alcina shoved her eldest away and held her baby in her arms but seeing as there was no longer a heartbeat, she knew her baby was gone.

The mother cried out in agony as the daughters looked at their eldest sister and asked...

"What have you do?"

She couldn't give an answer.

There was a small service.

The Lords and Mother Miranda attended.

The body was burned and the ashes were placed in the urn and secured above the fireplace.

No one said a word to Bela who just stood there...with her little sister's doll clenched to her chest.

Never again did she enter the library.

Never again did she read a book.

Forever would remain aware - for the sake of her other sisters.

And in honor of the one she lost.

- Cassandra Dimitrescu (Reckless) -

Her mother always told her that she needed to make sure she closed the door to the cellar when she comes and goes from her experiments.

She always thought her mother was overreacting.

But it wasn't until she lost something precious.

Cassandra was bored and wanted to have some fun with the creatures in the cellar.

She took her key and went down there but she didn't notice that she didn't lock the door from the other side to keep anything from getting out.

She had her fun and played with her toys until she was bored again and went up the stairs to return to the castle, only noticing that the door was open and bloody footprints were leading out of the cellar.

Her eyes widened and her blood froze.

One of them got out...

Loud screaming made her jump in her robes - something was wrong! Someone was hurt!

She ran out of the room and slammed the door, making sure to lock it behind her before she followed the bloody footprints.

She began noticing that the footprints were more apart - showing that the creature was running.

No - it was hunting.

But what would it be able to hunt? Everyone in Castle Dimitrescu could take care of themselves.

Except...

Oh no...

Mother Miranda, no...

[Y/N]...

She ran after the footprints and rounded the corner when she saw something familiar on the ground - a bright yellow stuffed bunny.

Not just any bunny - that was [Y/N]'s Bunny, she's had it since she was a baby and she never left that bunny anywhere.

As she got closer - she noticed that the bunny wasn't so yellow anymore.

It was stained.

Stained red.

And the red stained recked of iron.

Blood

And it was still fresh.

Cassandra picked up the bunny and followed the bloodstains down the hall until she came to an open room - crying from the inside.

that was her mother crying.

She entered the room...and her heart sank...

In the room were her mother and sisters - her mother on her knees with her back as she held something in her arms.

On side of the room laid the missing creature that escaped from the basement - dead with his throat sliced open - and its mouth...fresh blood was dripping from its open jaws

Bela noticed Cassandra standing there with the bunny in her hand...and she marched over to her middle sister with fury in her eyes.

"What have you done?" Bela hissed.

"W...What?" Cassandra stuttered but that just made Bela even madder.

'"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!?!"

SMACK!

Cassandra's face hit the ground as her elder sister struck her - she opened her eyes and in her mother's lap...

She could see a small lifeless arm...dangling...

Her worse fears...were confirmed.

Her recklessness...killed her little sister.

- Daniela Dimitrescu (Accident) -

Dani loved danger.

It made her feel like more of a badass and she loved the feeling.

But it made her mother and her sisters uneasy and they constantly warned Dani that she if wasn't careful - there was gonna be an accident.

She didn't believe them.

She didn't listen.

But now...

She wished she did.

Daniela was in the weapons room - testing out a new bow that her Uncle gave her.

She was always told to lock the door to the room to make sure no one came in and was caught in her crosshairs.

But that day, she didn't lock the door - too excited to try her new weapon.

She gathered her arrows in their quiver and began firing them at random targets.

She loved the feeling of the bow in her hand.

She loved the sound of the arrows hitting the hearts of their targets.

She was so entrenched with the feeling that she didn't hear the door open.

When she turned to face the target at her 6, she saw a figure but it was covered in shadows - a new target.

She pointed the arrow at the shadows and released the arrow...

It went soaring...

And hit the heart of the shadow...

And the shadow...screamed in pain.

The rush began fading as the confusion rose and when everything began clear - she was horrified at what she saw.

The arrow did hit it target - the heart.

The heart of her youngest sister.

The girl was groaning in pain as the blood began leaking from the wound.

The girl opened her mouth to speak but it came short.

Dani threw the bow to the ground and rushed to her sister's side - gathering the girl in her arms, careful to miss the arrow in her chest and run out of the room to reach the doctor.

Her mother and sisters stood with her outside the doctor's office, waiting for the doctor to tell them she was able to save her sister.

"What were you thing?!" Eliza screamed at her, "Firing an arrow at an infant?!"

"It...It was an accident. I didn't hear her come in the room." Dani said.

"This is why you were told to lock your door! To make sure nothing like this would happen!" Bela screamed with tears in her eyes.

The doctor came out with her head down and Alcina asked the question.

"How is she?"

The doctor shook her head and said...

"I'm sorry for your loss."

Those were the words that shattered the Dimitrescu Family and all the time, all Dani could think was...

'It was an accident.'

- Eliza Dimitrescu (Killed) -

The day she became the youngest sister was the day that destroyed both her mind and her heart.

It was a normal day - she and her youngest sister was going shopping in the village for a new winter coat for her little one.

Everything was fine until they ran into her.

Eliza's Birth Mother.

She hissed at her.

Demanding money.

"I'm your mother, you have to do what I say!" Was her reason

But Eliza was a Dimitrescu and she owed her nothing and warned her never to approach her again.

But she didn't listen - it must have been a mental problem or maybe she was drunk...but that would cost them both deeply.

The stray woman lunged forward and grabbed the little girl by her wrist, yanking her away from Eliza and pulled her into her body before taking a few steps back.

Eliza was ready to tear out her throat but she saw the woman pull out a blade and hold it to the young girl's throat, making her shiver.

She told her she would give her money, she'd do whatever she asked but begged her to let the child go.

She was 5.

She was innocent.

She had nothing to do with this.

But the woman didn't see it that way...

She wanted to hurt Eliza for not doing what she said.

She wanted Eliza to hurt as much as she did when she lost her husband.

And most importantly...

She wanted to hurt Alcina Dimitrescu for saving Eliza and giving her a perfect life.

And she would do that.

She had to do that.

And she did...

By slicing the throat of the little girl.

Eliza screamed out as the blade went across her little sister's throat and her noble blood stained the ground and snow.

Eliza lunged with her claws and fangs out.

Tearing into the body of tainted flesh like a vengeful tigress.

Once she was done - she crawled over to the little girl's body and roared like a mournful dragon, causing her mother and sisters to come out.

No one blamed Eliza for not being able to save her.

No one thought it was her fault.

Eliza blamed herself.

Every time she went to the grave, she would tell her little sister's soul this...

"If I had killed her time the same day I killed her husband...you would still be with me."

[End]

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reddesertcolbs · 5 years ago

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champagne and sunshine // colby brock

this is smut so 18+.

requested: yes

summary: spending the night in a hotel with colby results in rough sex and drinking champagne on the balcony. (based on the song “champagne and sunshine” by plvtinum)

word count: 2.9k words.

warnings: mention of alcohol, swear words, dirty talk, rough sex, degradation (very slightly).

my writing

love, take it off she love that dirty talk pushing her up, against the wall white wine and bubblegum

the lift pings loudly, letting you both know that you have arrived back onto the floor that you’re staying on for the night, before the metal doors are opening wide. heavy breaths fill the small lift when your lips break away from each other, as you untangle your hands out of colby’s hair

colby’s left hand grips your right hand tightly as the two of you walk towards your hotel room. colby’s right hand reaches inside his back pocket of his black skinny jeans, searching for the keycard to open the door. after locating the white card, he speeds up ever so slightly, desperate to get the both of you inside the hotel room because of the pent up sexual tension that has built up during dinner.

with a quick swipe on the sensor and a green light flashes, your boyfriend pushes the door open and hurrys you inside by dragging you towards him.

he kicks the door shut with his foot swiftly before tugging you close to his chest, hands threading into your hair as your arms loop around his waist, hands roaming his shirt covered back. frantically, he bends his neck down and slots his lips with yours, lips moving messily against each other.

the tip of your tongue running across his bottom lip makes colby part his lips, both of your tongues swirling and rubbing together sloppily and a throaty hum erupting from the brunette’s throat when he can taste the remains of the white wine that you have consumed over dinner and the faint taste of the spearmint bubble gum that you quickly chewed on before spitting it out after dinner.

your back collides with the cream wall, a soft moan spilling past your lips and into colby’s mouth at the contact, causing him to smirk at your reaction. one of his hands slips out of your hair and down to your neck, tilting your neck to the side so there is more access. teasingly, he pulls his mouth away from yours, heavy breath fanning across your face for a brief moment before his lips trail down your neck, sucking and leaving his mark on the spot behind your ear, urging your eyes flutter close and hums of pleasure leaving your mouth as your hands move to thread into his hair, tugging at the purple strands.

“you look so fucking good when i mark you up, baby girl.” he rasps out, voice slightly muffled before he attaches his lips back onto the base of your neck, lips moving to the other side of it and repeating the same actions that he carried out on the opposite side. your head falls back against the wall, soft moans falling out of your ajar lips and you can’t stop your hands from tugging at his roots, signalling that you’re just as turned on as he was. “i love seeing your neck marked up, makes people know you’re mine.”

“i love it too, baby.” you whine breathlessly, one hand pulling onto his purple strands as the other moves to grip his shoulder, your knees starting to feel weak for all of the teasing.

he doesn’t waste a minute as he pulls his mouth away from your neck, and connects his lips to yours again for a hungry kiss. your hands threading into his hair as his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips before resting them there and pulling you even closer to him it was nearly impossible.

“as much as i love you in this dress,” he retracts his mouth, his lips millimetres away from yours and you can feel his warm breath fan onto your face with every syllable. his right hand detaches from your hip and trails up your back, hand landing on the zipper of your dress. “i’d prefer it to be on the floor.”

instantly, his hands skilfully unzip your dress and pull the thin straps down your arms, his fingertips brushing across your soft skin teasingly, making you weak at the knees and your core to throb even more. letting the black material pool at your feet, leaving you just in your lacy matching set, causing colby’s eyes to dilate even further, so you can no longer see the icy blue colour of his eyes that is normally showing.

“i’m going to fuck you so good baby, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” whimpering pathetically at his words, you nod in agreement, too in bliss to respond verbally, before his lips are back onto yours forcefully. your teeth clash together, wet kisses filling the small hotel room as colby wraps his arms right around your body.

rough sex on the bedroom floor hop in the shower, she begging for more do not disturb on the hotel door waking the neighbors

you can’t stop your eyes from clamping shut as you lean on your arms, chest hitting the floor as colby pulls your hips up forcefully, your dripping pussy and bum on full display for him.

even though colby is pretty dominate when you have sex, there’s something different about dominate colby in hotel rooms because the thought of people listening to the two of you fucking, turns him on even more than he already is.

“fuck, i wish you could see yourself right now.” his hands caress the smooth skin on your bum cheeks as they move down slightly, fingertips stroking behind your thighs before he teases your entrance with the tip of his middle finger. “so fucking wet for me, you’re dripping. i bet you’re so desperate for my cock aren’t you?”

you whimper in response, pussy throbbing at the thought of colby’s cock moving in and out of you quickly. the brunette chuckles, before you feel his hand wrap around your neck, pulling you up roughly so your back is resting against his warm bare chest.

“you like it when i talk dirty to you? such a dirty girl, i bet you’re pussy is aching for my cock, isn’t it?” he purrs against your neck, his hot breath brushing against it, causing you to shiver and your thighs to clamp shut trying to remove some tension.

“love it,” you manage to whimper out, voice thick with lust. “love it when you talk dirty to me.”

“dirty girl, my dirty girl aren’t you?” he spits out before the man chuckles wickedly, making your heart rate pick up in excitement and anticipation. his free hand glides across your skin to your thighs, parting them wide and his fingers dance across your thighs, travelling closer to your core.

you don’t have time to muffle your moan when his middle finger dips into your folds, gathering all of your slickness on the tip before he pushes his finger deep into your core, causing you to cry out.

his lips connect back onto your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses to the side of it as his finger thrusts in and out of your entrance speedily. the pleasure builds up quickly, soft pants and shaky breaths leaving your lips, both from colby’s fingers moving deliciously inside you and his lips working their magic on the side of your neck.

“fuck, feels so good.” moaning loudly, not caring who is in the rooms around you both. your head tips back against colby’s shoulder, as his hand tightens slightly around your neck, causing your eyes to clamp shut and more moans to spill past your lips.

he removes his finger from inside you, earning a groan from you at the loss of contact, before he is gripping his hard cock and running it through your soaking wet folds and pushing his cock deep into you without any warning.

“shit, holy fuck.” you cry out, hands moving around his body to grip onto his back, fingernails leaving crescent moon shapes into his pale skin.

skin slapping together, loud moans and staggered breaths cloud the room, as colby snaps his hips against yours rough and deep, making your breasts bounce up and down with every thrust and loud throaty squeals to fall out of your lips.

“such a good girl, look so fucking beautiful taking my cock.” he grunts, the feeling of your warm and wet walls wrapping around his cock making his head tip back in bliss. the sound of your wetness as he fucks you urging him on to rock his hips deep into you, making you mewl in pleasure and to repeatedly pant his name over and over again.

clamping down on his cock at his words, your moans start to turn into animalistic noises as he quickens his pace even more, before he lets go of your neck and pushes your body forward so you’re laying on the floor again, arse up in the air.

the new position let’s colby hit new spots inside you, the tip of his cock brushing the spot that makes you cry out loud and causes your thighs to shake uncontrollably. the knot builds up in your stomach quickly, causing your hands to grip the carpet and your eyes to clamp shut, the pleasure running through your body becoming overwhelming.

you feel colby move slightly, one of his feet flat on the floor which lets him rock his hips into you at a faster past, which results in the sound of skin smacking together to heighten. he leans forward and presses his hand to the side of your face, holding your face down into the carpet to stop you from thrashing around on the floor before slipping his thumb into your mouth. swirling your tongue around his thumb and sucking it harshly, causing him to groan loud, before pulling his digit from your mouth with a pop.

“my girl, holy shit. you feel so fucking good, so fucking warm.” his head falls back as he continues to pound his hips into yours, beads of sweat building up on his forehead and chest, and he removes his hand from your head and holds onto your hips hard, his fingertips are definitely going to leave marks on them the next day, but you didn’t care. all you can think about is colby’s cock moving swiftly in and out of your pussy and how bad you needed to cum.

“need to cum, fuck, getting so close.” you pant out, hand reaching behind you to grip one of colby’s hands which has a tight hold on your hip, which he takes, lacing your fingers together instantly.

“i can feel you, cum for me princess. be a good girl and cum around my cock.” he coos, hips slapping against yours forcefully making your body bounce up against the carpet with every thrust of his hips.

his other hand moves from your hip to your bum, his soft hand caressing the skin before leaving a harsh smack to it, before his hand is rubbing over the now tender skin, before leaving another spank to your other cheek, making you whimper and your pussy to clench around him.

“fucking hell, i’m cumming. fuck, colby.” you cry, eyes shutting tightly as the knot in your stomach snaps, pussy pulsating around colby’s shaft as he continues to thrust his hips deeply and quickly, chasing his own high. your thighs and body tremble, as colby’s hands grip your hips, pulling your body to meet his thrusts as you continue to whine out loud. “shit, shit, fuck!”

“that’s my good girl, such a good girl. gonna make me cum so fucking hard.” he pounds his hips into you quicker, making you see stars before his hips come to a stop, his pelvis resting against your bum as he tips his head back and releases multiple strangled groans. his cock twitches inside of you, the feeling of him releasing white ribbons of his load deep inside of you making you tremble and clench around him again.

pants from the two of you fill the room, colby’s thumb rubbing soft circles into your hand as you close your eyes, the side of your face resting on the soft carpet below you as you try to regain your normal breathing pattern. after regulating his breathing, he lets go of your hand, causing your eyes to peel open as you’re brought back to reality.

“you still with me, babe?” colby asks you, soft eyes looking down at your body which is glistening with a sheen of sweat.

“mhm, i’m still with you.” you hum quietly, too warn out to be able to give him a proper response, which he understood.

“going to pull out okay?”

“yeah, that’s okay.” you lift your head up slightly and turn it to look at him, beaming wide when you notice his eyes are already fixed on you.

slowly, colby starts to withdraw his hips, a soft sigh from you and a harsh breath through his teeth from him as his cock travels through your sensitive walls, before he is fully out. immediately his eyes travel down, watching with his lip between his teeth and blown out pupils as his load spills out of your core and onto your thighs.

“fuck that’s hot.” he mumbles, a throaty groan leaving him before his hands circle your waist, pulling you up gently to him and you’re sitting onto your knees.

“want to join me in the shower, pretty girl?” he mummers, lips pressing to the top of your head as you turn around, arms looping around his waist tightly.

“you put the do not disturb sign on the door didn’t you?” you look up at him with a smirk. the man hums as a response, and nods his head, a smirk mirroring yours knowing where this is going.

“i’ll join you in the shower,” you press your lips gently against the base of his neck, sucking a deep purple mark into it before pulling away and whispering, “only if you fuck me in the shower.”

“you’re unbelievable.” he chuckles before standing up, bringing him with you as he stands and pulling the two of you into the direction of the bathroom.

you watch as he hastily turns the shower on, waiting a couple of minutes so it can heat up, before he steps in and holds his hand out for you to take hold of again.

“get in then, you know i’m a sucker for sex in the shower.” he winks, pulling you in to join him underneath the steam of warm water before his lips are back onto yours again.

all i want is champagne and sunshine looking for a good time sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight tanned skin, light eyes oh my, she's so damn fine kissing on her neck we be running from the night time

after actually showering and climbing out, the two of you decided to spend some time outside on the balcony which is connected to your hotel room.

colby peels the door open, cringing when a loud squeak comes from it, and steps out, the warm air and scorching sun hitting his face instantly. he takes a seat on the cushioned egg chair that is sitting in the corner of the balcony, the only chair outside and looks towards the door as you step out, the white fluffy hotel dressing gown being the only article of clothing that’s wrapping around your body. he beams up at you, eyes dragginh across your body, which you mimic when your eyes glance up from the bottle of champagne to his face.

“come here, beautiful.” his arms open wide, inviting you to take a seat onto his lap, which you do. you stroll towards him, sitting down onto his lap as one arm wraps around his neck and the other holds the champagne bottle. bringing it up to your lips, you take a swig of the cool liquid that’s been sitting in ice, well cold water by the time the two of you managed to drink it.

you could feel colby’s eyes study your every move, making your face heat up ever so slightly. before handing him the bottle, you lick the remains of the champagne from your lips.

your eyes flick over his face as he takes multiple swigs of the alcohol, your mouth watering as you watch his adam’s apple bob with ever swallow before he pulls the bottle away from his lips, tongue poking out to run over his bottom lip before a smirk is planted onto his lips.

“liking the view?” he teases, eyes moving from the view in front of you both, to you. he brings the bottle back to his lips, remaining eye contact with you as he takes another sip before offering you the bottle.

“loving the view.” you mummer, lifting the bottle up to your lips and sighing in content when the liquid runs down the back of your throat.

colby can’t stop himself from attaching his lips onto your neck as you tip your head back to swallow the champagne, a soft hum erupting from your throat as his lips leave soft pecks to your hickey covered skin.

“i love you, so much.” he mumbles against your neck, pulling away to take the bottle away from you so he can drink some more of it.

“i love you so much more, colbs.” you smile, bringing one hand up to thread through his wet strands from the shower, before leaning forward to press your lips against his softly for a loving kiss.

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fanfickittycat · 4 years ago

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Time After Time

TITLE: Time After Time

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One Shot

AUTHOR: fanfickittycat

FANDOM: Haikyuu!!

CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

GENRE: Hurt/Comfort

FIC SUMMARY: The lack of a response after confessing your feelings to Ushijima leaves you heartbroken, but all it took was some time

RATING: T

AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: My stupid sad brain and my desire to write about Ushijima combined to make this. If you’d like to read it on AO3 you can find it here

The words hung in the air as soon as they left your mouth. After the months of pining, and dreaming, and trying to get him to confess first, you had finally decided to bite the bullet and admit that you were hopelessly in love with the Ace of the Schweiden Adlers. The silence that followed was painful. You avoided his gaze, instead looking at your shoes, a pair of dark heels that you were hoping would bolster your confidence. In fairness to them, they had made you feel powerful and poised, but now it felt like balancing on stilts.

“Oh” his deep voice rumbled, breaking through your thoughts and sending the butterflies in your stomach fluttering all at once. You peeked up to look at him. He was so handsome. Tall and solid, with his bag slung over his shoulder from practise earlier in an effortless way that you admired. He always looked so cool without even meaning to. He was looking up at the pinks and oranges of the sky, letting the light of the setting sun cast his face in gold. Your heart somersaulted in your chest as you waited for something to follow. Anything. But he remained quiet, as the spring breeze ruffled his hair.

Dread began to set in. The flush of embarrassment and the chill of rejection created a cocktail of emotion inside of you, but you pressed your lips together and forced the sob in your throat to stay still. You knew you were going to cry and there was no stopping it, you just wanted to make sure you were away from him before the tears spilled.

“I-it’s okay” you said, your throat felt hoarse even though you hadn’t said much. You attempted to straighten up, to show him that you accepted his refusal of your affection. You tilted your head up, feeling the threat of tears in your eyes. Your lip quivered but you stayed rigid in your stance.

“I’m sorry I bothered you” you managed to say before a hot tear streamed down your face. You turned, letting go of a breath you had been holding for what felt like weeks. You marched away, willing your legs to take steps even though it felt like you suddenly forgot how to walk. You rounded a corner and stepped back so that the cool exterior of one of the buildings pressed against your back. You had half hoped to hear footsteps following after you; a cry of your name or something. Nothing. Dizziness filled your mind and you slid down the wall, hugging your legs to your chest as you wept into your knees. You knew you were being pathetic but really, you had believed that there was something there. Ushijima was always standoffish, but you had felt something kindled between you, a soft warmth that emitted every time his lips tugged into a small smile for you, or the way he’d listen to you and offer his advice sagely. Last week you had gone to a practise game of his and you’d cheered loudly enough to catch his attention. He had waved to you and even though the action was small it made you mindlessly happy for days. His cold demeanour meant that he didn’t do things like that for just anyone… But perhaps his tiny gestures were just that, insignificant. Maybe he was humouring you? Perhaps he smiled just because it was the basic kind thing to do; and he listened and offered advice because he wanted you to stop going on about your problems; maybe he just waved because he was being polite. The realisation sunk deep into you, seeping into your bones. You felt heavy and tired by the revelation. You stood up shakily, grasping at the brick wall behind you for support. You ended up grazing your hand a little, but the soreness felt good in a weird way. It brought your attention away from the turmoil in your heart. You made yourself walk home, wanting to take your time because you were afraid of having to confront the emotional maelstrom in you again. You felt like hell when you woke up the next morning. Your eyes burned, and when you rubbed them, you winced at the soreness. They felt swollen. Your nose hurt too from the constant blowing, and your mouth felt dry and stale. Pathetic was the first word in your mind. Followed quickly by sad, tragic, and pitiable. You had things to do today, places to be that weren’t your bedroom. You ran through the list of chores in your head: it was Saturday so you should change your sheets today, and clean the bathroom, and you needed to make a grocery list and go out to buy the stuff, and then you should get a head start on some work that would make Monday easier. You closed your eyes again and when you opened them two hours had gone by. You groaned into your pillow. Not only were you unfortunate, but you were also now behind on everything. A true mess. You pushed yourself to go take a shower, making the water colder than you usually liked in an attempt to shock you back to life.

You completed your tasks at home, but you felt lifeless doing it, like a zombie. The satisfaction that came with completing the chores didn’t come. You hoped the fresh air would help, and looked over your grocery list, feeling listless. You didn’t want to put any effort into the way you looked today, opting to throw on a pair of jeans that were ripped at the knee not because they came like that, but because they were old. Your hoodie was huge on you, but you had bought it with the deluded intention that this is what it would feel like to wear Ushijima’s. You looked at his clothes so fondly sometimes, jealous of the way they got to be so close to him. One night he had lent you his jacket because it was colder than the weather reports had predicted and you almost swooned. His jacket was sturdy and warm like him, and it smelt vaguely minty and clean like him. You had ended up falling asleep in his jacket, liking the way it felt like he was holding you.

The memory flooded back into your mind when you browsed the soap section, prompting your heart to race as you looked for his brand. When your eyes landed on it felt like a relief. A painful one, perhaps, but a relief all the same. Your hands hovered near the bottle. This was a way to stay close to him even when you couldn’t physically be with him. A link to the stoic man who had your heart. It was a little more expensive than the one you usually bought, and it stung that your normal brand was on sale, but you wanted to allow yourself one indulgence.

Outside the air was colder than last night. You’d heard something this morning about a cold spell hitting Tokyo as you folded your laundry, and you wished that you brought a scarf with you. Your arms ached from the weight of the bag in your hands. In the process of psyching yourself up to face the world you had forgotten your own bags and had to pay for some in the supermarket. The plastic, though biodegradable, felt thin in your cold hand. You gripped it tightly and turned to go home but your determination was interrupted by the thump of items hitting the ground.

“Fuck” you cursed under your breath, looking down at your groceries strewn about on the pavement. You could’ve cried there and then.

“I didn’t know you favoured this brand too” your blood turned to ice as your eyes snapped to the figure before you. He regarded the bottle calmly before starting to pick up the pack of spaghetti, and the bag of apples.

“U-Ushijima?” You hated that you stuttered but your mind was completely blank at this point. You couldn’t even fathom how you were able to form that many syllables.

“Here” he started to pile your things into his own empty bag.

“W-wait.” You put a handout to stop him, but he ignored you, continuing to put the rest of your things in his own grocery bag.

“It’s cold. Didn’t you hear the weather report?” He asked, finally standing to his full height. He looked down at you, head cocking to the side slightly like a spaniel. He began to unwind his scarf and placed it around your neck instead. The brush of his fingers against your bare neck made you shiver.

“What’re you doing?” you mumbled, looking down again. The sense of déjà vu was not lost on you as you regarded your everyday sneakers.

“I came to buy groceries” he said bluntly, and despite all the pain and anxiety coursing through you, you smiled. He was always so reliable.

“I was hoping I would run into you” he said after a beat, his hand held your chin making you gasp. He tilted it up, so you were no longer looking down, and this time he was meeting your gaze. His dark olive eyes bore into your own with an intensity that was difficult to hold.

“You don’t need to apologise or anything.”

“You’re wrong” he said “I do. I’m sorry.” You nodded at his words, disappointed once again that you were still holding out for him.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not, I…” he stopped himself, and pressed his lips into a firm line. You blinked a couple of times to make sure you were seeing things right. Ushijima was so candid all the time that the sight of him hesitating was new. He looked away momentarily.

“I return your affections” he said, and you stared in awe as a faint pink blush blossomed in his cheeks.

“You don’t have to say that.” He looked you in the eyes again, softer this time. His thumb absentmindedly began to stroke itself across your heated cheeks.

“Yes I do. I love you and I’m sorry I couldn’t say it yesterday.”

“Ushi…” you practically melted despite the chill in the air. He leaned down and pressed a kiss onto your forehead, making your head swim.

“Come” he said, letting go of your face in exchange for your hand “I’ll make dinner.” You made no attempt to protest against his wishes, instead letting him lead you in the direction of his own apartment.

“I love you too.”

#fanfickittycat #updates #fanfic #fanfiction #haikyu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu ushijima #haikyuu ushiwaka #haikyuu ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hc #anime fanfic

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ddalgi-yong · 4 years ago

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dance with me

genre: smut, fluffish

pairing: jeno x reader

It hadn’t been long since Jeno and you had started dating. He knew that you didn’t have much experience with relationships - especially not ones where it was serious for both parties – so he agreed on taking everything very slow. Sometimes, it was even too slow for you.

As Jeno had decided to take you out on a random date, you weren’t expecting that it would be some luxurious restaurant. Even better; the place was completely empty. Only you two were there and the waiters.

“What’s going on? Why is this place empty?”, you asked him confused.

“I may or may not payed the owner so we could be here all by ourselves”, he said with an innocent smirk, making you open your mouth in shock.

“You did what?”, you asked him and he chuckled at your response.

“You heard me”, he said and laughed softly. “You know I do anything for you.”

“Yes, but I don’t like that you spend so much money for me”, you pouted and he giggled; it probably was the cutest sound you’ve ever heard from him. “You don’t have to do all this for me.”

“I don’t have to but nothing stops me from wanting to do everything I can for you”, he smiled. Jeno took your hand and softly caressed the back of it as a waiter came to your table, giving you two each a menu.

“Jeno, this is… this is all too much”, you pouted as you saw all the dishes and prices, you never liked it when someone spent too much money for you.

“Nothing is too much for you, my love”, he said and called the waiter back to order for you two; he noticed that you still were a little hesitant.

The dinner was rather quiet. The two of you didn’t talk much, only enjoying each other’s presence was enough for the both of you. Then, some music started; there were some soft violin melodies. Jeno smiled at you as he got up and held his hand out.

“Come on, dance with me a little”, you took his hand and got up, he pulled you close to himself and softly planted a kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you, too”, you mumbled; it was all so slow. “I love you so much. I’m so lucky to have you.”

You two were so close to each other that you didn’t notice that the music had stopped. “Come on, let’s go home”, he said and smiled, guiding you to the table. You nodded and took your jacket, not putting it on properly as you would only need it until you were in the car.

“Do you want to go somewhere else? Or just home?”, he asked you as you both sat down in the back. As his parents were rich and loved to spoil him, he usually had a driver who would escort him everywhere when he needed it; just like tonight when he asked his driver to bring you two to the restaurant as he wasn’t sure if he was going to drink any alcohol.

“Just home”, you said and took your jacket off again, putting it next to you carefully; you softly put your hand on his thigh and stroking over his expensive pants, smiling knowingly as he tensed up a little.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you just oblivious?”, he grunted out as your hand slowly went more up.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you said innocently, softly starting to massage over his clothed crotch, the sounds he was making made you smirk at how easily you could turn him on by just touching him a little.

“If you don’t stop, I swear to god I won’t let you come for the next few hours”, he threatened and your whole body shuddered as you thought of how he once ruined you to the point where you started crying and almost passed out from exhaustion.

“You like the thought of that? Do you want to be ruined so badly that you just try to turn me on? While all you have to do is ask?”, he kept on talking while he slightly pulled up your dress and stroke over your now exposed skin.

“I asked you something, love. Why won’t you answer me?”, he pouted, pulling out his innocent look.

“I… I can’t focus… please keep on talking, I love to hear you talk”, you mumbled, scooting closer to him and putting your arms around him. “Please, Jeno. I need you.”

“Just wait until we’re home. I promise, I’ll make you come so many times that you will beg me to stop”, he said with his seductive voice.

“Please, Jeno”, you said but you didn’t even know yourself what you were asking for.

“What do you want, love?”, he asked. He always loved to listen to your voice, loved to hear you talk about whatever happened during work.

“I don’t know… your fingers… anything”, you said with a pleading look on your face. He chuckled.

“Are you that impatient, baby? Can’t you wait for another five minutes?”, he asked you and then the car stopped. You finally arrived home and he made sure, you put your jacket on properly before he got out of the car and helped you to get out as well.

“Carry me?”, you pouted and he laughed, nodding and picking you up. He carried you up until the elevators and let you down again, pushing you against the wall and then, he was kissing you. Jeno kissed you roughly, the little teasing you gave him riled him up so much that he couldn’t wait until he had you in his bed.

“Now you’re the one who’s all impatient”, you grinned as he let go of you for a second, kissing down your jawline and neck.

“Shut up”, he groaned as the elevator let out a sound and he immediately picked you up again and carried you to his apartment and bedroom. “Now you’re all mine”, he said as he crawled up your body.

“I’ve always been yours”, you said as he started to pull up your dress. He got so impatient that he practically ripped your dress away, leaving you in your underwear. As you were sure that this night would’ve ended like this, you put on some lingerie which he absolutely loved to see you in.

“God, you look so hot”, he groaned and started kissing down your body, it felt like there were butterflies in your tummy, everything felt so good; the praises were making you feel beautiful and good. You started to pull at his clothes.

“I need you so badly”, you started begging again. “Please, Jeno.”

“Do you really think I will make it that easy for you?”, he chuckled, scooting up again. “After all, you got me this riled up for you in the car.”

“Don’t tease me, Jeno, please”, you still tried to make him finally take his clothes off and just fuck you. But you knew that he loved to tease you and would take his time.

“Too late. You shouldn’t have teased me when I told you to stop”, he pressed a kiss on your forehead before he went down on you. He pulled your panties down just a little and planted a light kiss on your clit. Even that little action made your body twitch and he laughed. “Come on”, he said and sat down next to you. “Sit right here, love.” He patted on the spot right next to him. “Spread your legs.”

“Won’t you fuck me?”, you asked him.

“I will, don’t worry. But I need to prep you first, right?”, he said and you sat just like he asked you to.

And suddenly his finger was in you; you were a moaning mess as soon as he finally fingered you. He would take his finger out and softly slap your cunt before inserting his finger in you again. You were whining and moaning at the pleasure he was giving; your body was twitching. “Feels… so good”, you whined and he smirked.

“Does it? Do you want to continue?” You nodded quickly, but he only tsked. “Or do you want me to go down on you until you come three times just on my mouth?”

Your eyes widened and you nodded again. “Please, do that. I want your mouth on me”, you begged and Jeno smirked.

“Whatever you want, princess”, he told you and lied down again on you, before he attached his mouth to your cunt again to suck and lick. You quickly became a moaning mess and grabbed a handful of his hair and started pulling as the pleasure went through your body as he continued licking over your cunt.

“Jeno, please, please don’t stop.” You whined when he stopped and scooted up; his mouth and chin was glistening with your wetness.

“How many times do I have to remind you that you don’t decide anything here, love?”, his voice was soft but there was a threatening undertone.

“Sorry, Jeno, but please, I’m begging you, please don’t stop”, he smiled and wiped your cum away from his chin before he kissed you softly.

“I love to hear you beg”, he smiled innocently as he leaned down and started sucking on your neck and jawline, leaving dark marks all over your skin. “But most importantly, I love you.”

Your heart suddenly started beating faster and you couldn’t help but smile as he said those three special words to you. “I love you, too.”

Without a warning, he thrusted up into you; he had stripped down the rest of his clothes without you noticing, he only waited for your response before he aligned with your cunt and thrusted into you. He let out a breathy moan when he felt you clench around him.

“You feel so good”, he moaned, the light growl making you shiver. “I could never get enough of this.”

You couldn’t talk, you were such in a bliss as he started off with a slow, steady pace but quickened after a short time. You became a moaning mess in just a short amount of time, your fingers scratching over his back and making him grunt out your name. He didn’t care how fast you reached the moment of absolute bliss and tumbled over the edge. Jeno just continued thrusting hard and deep into you, not letting you calm down at all and making you reach another orgasm in a short time.

“Jeno… let me breathe for a bit”, you murmured and tried to hold him back from thrusting into you.

“You wanted to cum so I’m making you cum”, he grunted and continued his fast pace. Jeno was relentless as he continued to thrust hard up into you that you started clenching around him like crazy. “Fuck, you’re so tight, I can’t get enough of you.”

“Jeno, please, don’t stop”, you started begging as he smiled down at you, he put his fists right next to your head and looked down on you as he slowed down; he took his time and thrusted into you hard whenever he felt like it. It hurt a little but the pain was overpowered by the pleasure he made you feel.

As you looked up to him, you watched his arms and saw his veins, it made you feel so weak and powerless but you loved it. “Come on, baby, I’m close. Please, try to hold back”, he started rambling on and on before he finally filled you up. He grunted out your name as he still did his best to make you cum one last time. As he started to feel weak, he pulled out and pushed his finger into you, pushing his cum into you.

Feeling his fingers in you again after having his dick inside of you for so long was amazing, you felt yourself clench around his fingers. You finally felt yourself come around his fingers, the pleasure was so intense that you started squirting and he grinned, pulled his fingers out before he leaned down and started sucking on your clit. The little action made you twitch even more and you tried to pull him away.

It took you a while before you finally could focus again and smiled up to him as he got up and started to clean you up.

“Come on, let’s just cuddle a little and sleep”, he said as he lied down next to you and pulled you closer to him. You nodded, hugging him tightly; you didn’t care that you still were naked. The exhaustion got over you and you slowly drifted off and fell asleep. He watched your features soften and your body relax. Jeno softly smiled as he planted a kiss on your forehead and closed his eyes to sleep.

#nct #nct fanfiction #nct smut #lee jeno #jeno smut #nct fluff #nct angst #00 line smut

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sunshinecrashed · 5 years ago

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Actually uh... perhaps #46 with aged up Hanakow it reader, like somehow he turned Human and it’s been like 10 years. Or maybe y’all both get killed and you’re like “wow Hanako, now we’re ghost again because you just HAD to stop at Dunkin and then we crashed the car cause you were choking smh” I would be very much appreciate (love your writing btw!)

ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs

𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗄𝗈-𝗄𝗎𝗇 (𝗒𝗎𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾) 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌)

𝟧𝟢 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗌, #𝟦𝟨. “𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀/𝗌𝖾𝗑”

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀.

word count: ~1.3k?

↳ warnings: [almost] getting into a car accident, slight angst, suggestive themes

a/n: once again, thank u for being patient, lovely <3 🥺 this was kind of a mess 👁👁

Ten, whole years since you made a contract with Hanako, or Amane as you now call him, and agreed to split half of your soul with him.

At first, he was.. very against the idea of you splitting your soul with him. To go through with such a heavy contract... you would be agreeing to cutting your own life span several years short, as a result of donating them to someone else.

It took a lot of convincing to even begin to sway Amane. But you fondly remember telling him; “If there is one thing that I am sure about, it’s that I want you to be able to live the life that you’ve always wanted. You don’t have to be alone.”

After your fair share of crying, comforting, laughing, kissing and more... ten years have passed.

And here you are now.

In the Dunkin’ Donuts parking lot.

“Oh god,” Amane moaned.

“These are even better when they’re freshly baked.” He took another bite of his donut and closed his eyes with an “mmm”.

You and Amane have been doing various activities to celebrate his ‘rebirth-day’, as you called it. Pulling an all-nighter was hardly an uncommon occurrence.

“See? I told you‒ the ‘Golden Window’ for the fresh donuts are between 10:00 at night and 4:00 in the morning!” You reclined your seat slightly backwards to stretch your arms out with a yawn.

Glancing at your watch with relaxed eyes, you said, “And now, it’s abouuut... 5:45 am. I’m surprised they even served us.”

A fond smirk was exchanged between you two.

“The cashier looked like he was going to smack us upright with that metal tray.” Amane mused.

You dug around in the paper bag for yet, another donut. “Well, can you blame him? Two sleep-deprived morons waiting for him to unlock the door fifteen minutes before opening? The sun won’t even rise for another hour.” you snickered.

“He’s gonna have to get used to that pretty quickly, since we’ll be seeing him more often. I wonder if he’ll remember our names.”

Laughing, you pressed a swift kiss to Amane’s cheek. “Let’s hurry, so we don’t miss the sunrise!”

“Fine, fine.” He bit his lip, trying to hide his smile.

Amane reached his arm across you to grab your seat belt and lock it into place.

“Buckle up, buttercup,” He patted your thigh, laughing.

You just rolled your eyes, a smile already dancing on your lips.

As you both pulled out of the parking lot and onto the familiar road, the only thing on your mind was how content you were. During Amane’s first year back as a human, you were both surprised with how... smooth everything came to him. Of course, he had spent many years observing society’s growth and changes, but he was able to adapt fairly decently.

Based on how naturally he fit back into the world, you never would have known that he was previously a ghost if you hadn’t been at his side from the beginning.

Now that he was given half of your lifespan, he was now able to actually age alongside you.

And after ten years, he was now a little taller, a little less boyish, and a little more handsome. But his playful attitude, messy haircut, and flirtatious behavior stayed the same.

“Can you pass me another donut, [Name]?” Amane asked, flickering his eyes down to search for the bag.

“Amane‒ eyes on the road.”

“Right, right.”

You handed him another donut, which he promptly took a massive bite out of, and gasped in realization. “Shoot‒ Did we leave the blanket at home?”

“....uhhh.. give me a second..”

Twisting around in your seat, you squinted in the darkness to check for the blanket. “Hmmm.”

“Are you sure it’s not there?” He asked, giving you a questioning look.

“Maybe it’s in the trunk‒”

Wait.

You paused.

Amane blinked at you.

“THE ROAD, AMANE‒!”

Both of you whipped your heads back towards the front, just barely swerving out of the way of a fallen tree.

The tires screeched with Amane’s sudden movement, and you held on tightly for dear life as the car narrowly missed crashing into the side barrier.

As you came to a rough stop, both you and Amane were frozen, processing the near-death experience you just had.

Silence.

With a wavering sigh, you let your shoulders drop as you tightly grasped Amane’s hand. He squeezed back, and you could feel that he was shaking just as much as you were right now.

Neither of you had to vocalize what was running through your heads right now.

You both were inches away death.

“A-Amane,” you started. “We should get going.”

He was trying to find the right words to say, but all that came out was a quiet, “Y-Yeah..”

The rest of the car ride was silent, in contrast to the upbeat chatter and laughter only a few minutes before.

You hardly even registered that you had arrived at your intended destination. It was a special clearing that only you two knew about. On a cliff that overlooked a gorgeous forest, the distant city lights, and a faraway sea; this was the absolute perfect place to spend mornings and evenings if you wanted to de-stress and watch the stars.

Amane turned the car off and unlocked the doors, making his way around to the back of the car.

“..Hey, at least we didn’t forget the blanket at home?” He hesitantly smiled, holding up the cursed fabric that started it all, before spreading it out on the grass.

You still said nothing as you slowly got out of the car, a million different emotions crossing your face, and then‒

Thud.

Amane stumbled back as you threw yourself into his chest and clutched onto his hoodie as tight as you possibly could. He couldn’t hear anything come out of your mouth, but judging from the way you were shaking, you were definitely more upset then you had initially let on.

“I-It’s okay.. listen to me‒”

“How are you still so reckless after all of these years?” You said in such a fragile voice, he wasn’t sure if he even was hearing you right.

You refused to look him in the eyes as you tangled your fingers with his own, searching for a way to anchor yourself.

“Amane, you’re not a ghost anymore.. you’re not immortal anymore. So why do you still act like you are, after all of these years?” your voice wavered, threatening to crumble completely.

Now, a different tone entered your voice.

Anger.

“I’m asking you this one time; at least, take your own life seriously! I‒” you halted, your throat closing up with all of the emotions ripping through you.

“‒I just.. I-I’m sorry..”

You let go of him to wipe the tears that were pricking the corners of your eyes.

“..Hey.”

Amane cupped your face and carefully pressed a heated kiss to your lips. What he couldn’t express through words, he poured into his emotions.

“You don’t need to apologize. I’ll be more careful, okay?”

Your hands let go of his to tangle into his hair, while his fingers traveled along the dip of your spine, making you shiver. Amane moved from your soft lips down along the juncture of your neck, before bowing down to scoop you up bridal-style.

"W-Wait!” you yelped, taken off guard.

“What was that?” Amane ignored you with a small smile, carrying you over to the blanket that he had set down on the grass, before placing you down as delicately as a flower.

He relaxed right beside you, giving you a playfully expectant look.

With a breathy laugh, you scooted in right beside him, bringing your knees up to your chest as you curled into his warm side. Amane wrapped his arm protectively around your waist as he brought the blanket up around both of your shoulders.

Soft rays of orange and gold draped across the two of you.

“Hey look,” you murmured. “The sun is finally coming up.”

It’s the little things in life. Because even if it was only for a moment, everything was right where it needed to be.

And you could live with that.

#hanako x reader #hanako-kun x reader #yugi amane x reader #amane yugi x reader #amane x reader #tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #toilet bound hanako-kun x reader #toilet bound hanako-kun #jibaku shounen hanako-kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako-kun #tbhk #jshk #x reader

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waatermelon-sugaar · 4 years ago

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Cold

Pairing = Santiago x reader

Summary = You get too cold on a mission and there’s only one bed in the building where you have to camp out for a couple of days...

Warnings = Fluff, mutual pining, near death situation (??kinda - I mean there’s danger), partial nudity (non-sexual but with sexy pining), huddling for warmth, only one bed, many many compromising positions

Word count = 6458

A/N - so this is my first fic i’ve ever finished! Eeee!!! I’m quite pleased with it, but please let me know what you all think! Also it combines two of my favourite fic tropes ever because of course it does haha.

Edit = Now cross-posted to AO3!

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You were in trouble. Feeling the chill setting in your bones, it was harder and harder to lift your legs. Your teeth were now only occasionally chattering, and it was only the shivers running up and down your body which reassured you that you didn’t have hypothermia. Yet.

The path you and Pope had found wound through the trees as you walked towards the setting sun. Despite the ferocious cold, you couldn’t help but admire the landscape you were in, the dark contrast of the tree bark offsetting the brillant, deadly white. Snow hung from every available surface, causing branches to hang low with the weight.

You were more used to the warm - it was weird completing a bust in Canada of all places. But it had been going so well, all the drugs and money accounted for, no surprises, all packed up to fly out when the surrounding forest became alive. The timing had been misjudged or miscounted, you had no idea, all you knew was that the 6 of you had to get out of the building as fast as possible.

You’d instinctively found Pope to your left when the first shot had rang out, and amid all the chaos and shouting the two of you were running outside, taking down anyone in your way, not stopping to see if the others had followed you.

Gradually the popping sounds of gunfire and hand grenades had become muffled as it began to snow. You waited as long and as close to the house as you dared, but hadn’t seen the others. Restraining Pope from running back inside to find Catfish and the others had broken your heart, all you’d wanted was to run back in with Pope and find them, but the logical side of your brain knew that you shouldn’t.

“Pope! No!” Your shouts were hushed as you pushed at Pope, you didn’t dare grab someone’s attention, but Pope needed to listen to you, he had a wild look in his eyes that you’d only seen once before. “If you go back you’re as good as dead and no use to anyone!”

You’d fought with Pope before, you’d fought against all the boys in training sessions and knew their moves almost as well as they did. You’d yet to fight against one of them in real life, and it shocked you that although Pope’s moves wouldn’t seriously hurt you, he still wasn’t listening.

You knocked behind his right knee, conscious that the left one had only just healed from the previous mission, causing Pope to fall to the floor. He was still struggling against you, all lithe hard muscle and intent. Holding one arm around his neck to gently constrict his airways, you pushed down on his shoulders, forcing him to remain kneeling on the ground, your body blocking his view of the house as he glared at your stomach.

“Listen!” He stopped struggling against you but his shoulders still held all his tension as you put your mouth next to his ear. “They’re good at what they do, they might have got out. We need to reach the rendezvous position - they’ll meet us there. They don’t need us killing ourselves when they might be fine.”

Deciding to risk letting go of you, you relaxed your hold, kneeling in front of him as you grasp his shoulders, Pope sinking back onto his heels, his eyes finally focusing on you, still agitated. “You think they’ve got out?”

“They’re good agents, I trust them. You have to as well.” Pope knew you were talking sense. He also knew that you were good at pushing emotion down on a mission, not feeling things until afterwards. The number of times he’d comforted you back home, the way you looked before you were about to cry, how you dealt with guilt, fingers picking at your nail beds… he shook his head, not wanting to think of that now.

Instead he focused on your face now, your mouth set in a line, eyes gazing into his, waiting for him to confirm the exit route. When he nodded, you exhaled, and the two of you stood, setting off to the east.

As the day had continued it had begun to snow, harder and harder, until you realised that you were lost. Ditching your heavier packs and only taking the bare minimum had made it easier to walk however the temperature continued to drop, and worry chewed in your mind as you kept going, unsure of where you were heading until Pope had spotted the small cabin across the way.

As the sun set further and further beyond the horizon, turning the sky a deep purple, making it harder and harder to see, although it had thankfully stopped snowing. “Pope,” God your voice was hoarse. Had it always been so hard to open your mouth? The air that hit the back of your throat was painful, but you tried again. “Santiago!” A couple of steps in front of you, Santi turned.

The bottom half of his face was covered by a balaclava, which only served to make his eyes more intense as they looked you over. He was cold too; you could see it in the way he held himself, shoulders lifted and bent knees. The little skin you could see had lost a lot of its warmth, and now you’d caught up to him you could see that ice crystals clung to his eyebrows and eyelashes.

“Santi, w-wh-where - how far is th-this house?” Your mouth was stiff and the effort it took to move your tongue had never been so immense. Your voice was quiet, and as the two of you continued moving, you missed the concerned look Pope shot at you, instead concentrating on one foot in front of the other, despite how fuzzy your brain felt. “It shouldn’t be long now. May-maybe half an hour?” Pope was trying as hard as you were to push down his shivers, but you merely nodded in reply, not trusting your voice.

You shifted the small pack on your back as something dug into you, and the lapse in concentration on where you were going caused you to stumble. Pope was talking to you again, warm words washing over you but not going in. You were too cold to concentrate, your steps becoming heavier, and you felt like you might fall forward into the snow and never get up again.

You’re glad the two of you had made the decision to ditch your heavier packs once it had started snowing, the weight would probably cause you to topple over. Both you and Pope had pulled the hood up of your dark jackets, but it didn’t help alleviate the fogginess that was growing in your mind.

A dull pressure from the cold had begun at the base of your head, sending a throbbing through your skull. You became aware that Santi was holding onto your elbow, supporting you, though when he had begun, you couldn’t have said. And then you were standing in front of a building as your teeth continued to chatter and violent shivers tore their way up and down your body. More like a shack, the building was small and made entirely of wood, a warm brown, that looked so inviting.

You didn’t notice much else as Pope led you inside, sitting you down on the bed before disappearing. You were sure you saw his lips move, but you couldn’t remember. Everything was such a big effort and if you lay down on this bed with its cool inviting sheets, everything would fade away. You knew it would. All you could think about was the thin, needle-like points of pain shooting through your head, eradicating anything else.

When Pope returned, he was carrying neatly chopped wood, which he dropped to one side as he began to clean up the fireplace, clearing out old ash, charcoal and dust, before placing the wood down and neatly arranging the twigs so that the whole thing would light. Careful not to disturb the small pile of ash he’d made on the hearth, Pope set light to the fire. Watching carefully for a minute to ensure it had caught, he turned back to you.

You were still sitting in the same place Pope had put you, and he couldn’t help the pang of worry over your core temperature. You had easily bypassed the mild stage of hypothermia, he knew that much, if your confusion and lack of motor control was anything to go by, but beyond that, he wasn’t sure of the symptoms.

Making his way over to you, he began to unwrap you from your coat, pulling down your hood and untucking your plaits, and if his fingers lingered a moment longer than necessary on your cold hair, you didn’t notice. Hanging your coat on the hook by the door, hoping it would dry by the time you needed it tomorrow, he picked his own coat from the floor and placed it next to yours.

Santi removed your boots, and outer trousers, deciding to leave you in your thermal underwear, as the fire had not yet fully warmed the room. He scooped snow outside into a pan, placing it on the stove above the fire and not trusting the rusty looking tap in the corner. Returning back to you, he wrapped the blanket that had been at the foot of the bed around your shoulders, tucking you in before leading you to the fire.

Pope could still see that your lips had lost their colour and the skin on your face was cool to the touch. Leaving you there, Pope busied himself making soup for the two of you, using the water created from the snow and stirring in soup from a packet. The water began to bubble, and gradually Pope found himself relaxing as the room began to warm up.

Dishing the soup into two bowls, he sat down in front of you noted with happiness that a bit of colour had come back into your cheeks. You were still shivering, but not so much, and your eyes seemed a fraction more alert. “Careful, it’s hot” he warns you, and is gratified to see a small smile, causing his heart to stutter in his chest. “Thanks Santi.” It’s easier to speak now, though your voice is still quiet from a lack of energy.

The pressure at the base of your neck had lifted slightly, but the headache was still present. As you sipped at the soup, you could feel it inside you, almost burning down your throat and gently warming your stomach. The fire was getting hotter, and almost burning your skin, yet you didn’t feel any warmer inside and kept shivering. Moving away slightly, the cool air in the rest of the room soothed you slightly, and you concentrated on not spilling any more of your soup.

Eventually you’d finished eating and it was all you could do to keep your eyes open. Pope tugged the bowl from your hands and helped you into the bed, tucking the duvet under you, reminiscent of how your parents had done to you as a child. You blearily watched through tired eyes as he loaded the fire with enough wood to last the night and turned the stove off. Before you knew it, the bed was dipping on the other side and Pope was taking his outer layer of jumpers off, leaving him in the same style thermals that you were wearing.

Closing your eyes, you tried to go to sleep, but it seems your body did not want to. Your feet felt like blocks of ice, and you tried to rub them together without annoying Pope. Placing your cool hands under your armpits you try to warm them that way but to little success. Maybe you should have some more soup...

“Hey,” you turn, opening your eyes to see Pope looking at you, and you shiver, unable to keep eye contact. Your legs are still cold, and you once again try and rub them together to warm them up. “Take your clothes off” he commands quietly. The words hang in the space between you, only interrupted by the occasional crack from the fire still burning behind you. You laugh lightly to try and dispel the tension. “You know, I thought you were a sw-sweet t-t-talker when-n it comes to the ladies” You’re desperately trying to ignore the chattering of your teeth as you talk, and in the dim orange lighting you merely see Pope raise a singular, very sexy, eyebrow.

And then he’s moving, sitting up as he pulls his top off and drops it somewhere behind him, causing you to swallow when he starts to remove his thermal trousers. And when he’s done, he turns to you and “Your turn. You’ll warm up faster. I’ll be a massive hot water bottle for you.”

And you nod, because there’s nothing else to do, and because of course that was why he wanted you to take your clothes off, and you sit up, trying to ignore the tiny pang of disappointment in your chest. As you’re pulling your top above your head you suddenly feel a little embarrassed about the sports bra you’re wearing, and although it would be uncomfortable, you kind of wish you had something a little nicer on.

You copy his previous movements as you take your leggings off, your movements as fast as you can as the air in the room is still cold, sending more shivers through you and causing your hands to tremble. And again, you try to ignore the feeling of disappointment as he resolutely doesn’t look at you until you’re safely under the covers again. You try to tell yourself that it’s good that he respects you enough to not take advantage of you while you're vulnerable, that it’s unfeminist of you to want him to, because he should respect you as a person, he should respect your privacy.

And by wanting him to look at you in a sexual way, despite this being a distinctly non-sexual situation, are you playing into rape culture? Or lad culture? Your brain hurts just thinking about it, and you try to push it out of your mind when Pope speaks again.

“Is this ok?” His words are only a little louder than a breath when the two of you face each other again. And again you can only nod as he opens his arms, and you move forward, trying to take a deep breath to calm yourself as your heart feels as though it will burst out of your chest.

You gently put your head in the space between his neck and the pillow, trying not to put too much weight on the arm underneath you. And you can smell his aftershave that he uses, still clinging to his skin, a pleasant contrast to the smoke from the fire. Your nose is buried in the crook of his neck, your lips nearly touching his skin and if you leaned forward just a centimetre more… But there’s more than that primal urge, his skin is so warm on your face, you can feel the heat transferred from his skin to your cool cheeks, relaxing you as you intermittently shake from the cold.

And then he brings his other arm around you, pulling you closer and closer, and all you can feel is Santi. His rough fingers curling into your back as he holds you as close as he can, and you can feel the muscle under his soft warm chest. You can feel how his heart beats, the steady thump calming you.

You bring your legs in, and nearly jump when they touch Santi’s, the hair tickling you a little. And your arm is over his side, and your fingers are dancing softly up and down his back, occasionally catching a scar as you stroke him. And if you apply a little more pressure, just so, he hums, low at the base of his throat, and you think you’d almost miss the sound if your ears weren’t so close to his vocal cords.

And he’s so warm, and so comfy, and god he smells so good, despite not having had a shower for 24 hours. And your breath begins to even out and your eyes start to droop, and Santi rests his chin delicately on the top of your head as your hand starts to slow. You’re both exhausted, the day has been longer than you’d anticipated and the two of you fall asleep curled together.

When you wake early in the morning, you realise that during the night the two of you had moved so that you were spooning, but you weren’t as close anymore. When you realised this, you began to carefully scoot backwards, not wanting to wake Santi, but wanting to feel his warmth again. As your back touches his chest he automatically moves, reaching his arm over so his hand is on the little pouch at the bottom of your stomach. The movement brings a small smile to your face, especially when you realise that you’re no longer shivering, and you feel warm again.

And you never want to move anywhere ever again. If this was how you died, you’d be happy. Lying in Santi’s arms after he’d warmed you up the night before, still too groggy to worry about the day ahead, you fell back asleep.

When you wake the second time, the sun has fully risen and is beaming through the gaps in the shutters which cover the small dusty windows. The light illuminates more dust notes floating in the air and for the first time you take note of your surroundings. You’ve clearly stumbled across a hunter’s cabin, if the numerous antlers and deer heads on the wall are anything to go by, and you’re surprised that you didn’t notice them last night. You can see the pile of blankets by the still-smouldering fire where you sat last night, the soup bowls abandoned haphazardly to one side.

The fireplace was split in two, one side for an open fire, and the other for a stove, where you could see Pope’s back as he busied himself and a rich smell of porridge filled the room. He hadn’t put his clothes back on, and your eyes unwillingly drop to admire his bum, encased in his boxers. Ripping your eyes away, you look instead at how the room itself was split into two, with the bed at the back, creating the illusion of a bedroom, while a kitchen style was created by the combination of the fire, stove, and table. The deer theme continued here, antlers extending from the tops of the chairs, creating what looked like many poor attempts to recreate the iron throne.

There’s a slight bite to the air, a kind of crisp chill that you only feel after it’s freshly snowed, and when you sit to get out of bed, you hiss sharply when your bare feet touch the cold floor. At the noise, Pope turns around, his hair still a little mussed from sleep. “Sleep alright?” He asks, and you suddenly feel exposed as his eyes look at you and then resolutely focus on a spot above your shoulder. “Yeah so much better. You’re the best hot water bottle I’ve ever had, can I take you home with me?” You’re only teasing and yet when Pope replies “I don’t go home with just anyone, you know,” you lean down as heat rushes through your body and you pull yesterday’s clothes on, trying not to show how hot under the collar Pope can make you. Especially when he’s basically naked.

Once your socks are on, you can just about bear to walk over the cold wooden floor and join Pope at the stove, watching him divide the porridge into two portions. On one he pours an extremely generous amount of honey, while the other he leaves plain. Giving you the one with the honey, he sits at the table. “Is there any reason you gave me more honey than porridge?” You ask as you stir it in, sitting opposite him, and trying not to think about his hands, clasped around his bowl, and how nice those hands felt on you last night.

He scoffs before he replies, “Because you need the sugar.” There’s a pregnant pause before he elaborates. “You were too cold last night. You need to get your energy back up.” And despite the excessive amounts of honey, the porridge is nice, warming you, and Pope’s right, you do feel better and more alert once you’ve finished it.

Not that you’d tell him as such. Although… “I actually wanted to say thanks for yesterday.” Pushing the bowl away, you lean on your elbows on the table and look at Santi, admiring the way his salt and pepper curls are in more disarray than usual. “You saved my life, thank you.” He looks back, his gaze steady. “You know I’ve got your six, however that might be.” You stand, collecting the breakfast bowls and leaning for the soup bowls too. “Well. Thanks anyway. And you know I’ve got yours too, right?”

He smiled in thanks, and you moved on. “What’s the plan? Do we know where we are?” Pope shook his head, “There’s a map next to the door, but it’s too old to see where we are.” He put his feet up onto the chair opposite him. “I’ve sent out a rescue signal on our trackers though so hopefully someone will come get us.”

You nod, and a sudden wave of tiredness over takes you, so instead of washing the bowls, you place them in the sink and sit back on the bed. You closed your eyes, only meaning to rest them for a minute, when you heard Santi begin to make a lot of noise. Frowning, you watch him as he puts his jacket, trousers and boots back on. “Where are you going?” You gesture out the window “It’s snowing again - I don’t think you’ll see much.”

“I know but I want to check the area. There must be a road or something nearby.” And with that he’s gone, shutting the door behind you and leaving you alone in a warm, if slightly creepy, house. Letting yourself have another second of rest, you forced yourself to get up and poke around. You knew it could easily be 2 hours until you were picked up but it could be 2 days or longer and you needed to know the food situation.

The cupboards were dusty but packed full of canned foods which didn’t go out of date for another year, causing your heart to relax a little and the ball of worry in your stomach to unknot a little. You made yourself a mug of watery hot chocolate to keep you going, adding a little powdered milk to create the illusion of decadence.

You knew it freaked Santi out, not knowing where you were or what to expect, so you didn’t worry too much while he took his time outside, knowing his need for control wouldn’t let him rest until he was 100% happy. That didn’t stop you from worrying about Santi though. He hadn’t been as bad as you yesterday but that didn’t mean he was invincible. When he came back, you’d make him a hot chocolate.

Before you knew it, slight shivers were running up and down your body again, and when you glanced at the fire you realised that it had gone out, so you set to work cleaning out the ash, and replacing the charcoaled wood. Your gloves were grey by the time you finished, but you kept them on. You’d need them when you went outside for more wood. The wood had been neatly chopped and piled into an outdoor shed, which involved pulling on your boots. Groaning at the thought of the effort involved ahead, you shut your eyes for the briefest second.

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By the time the fire was built, you were sweating, but pleased. It had caught well, and although it wasn’t neat, you were proud of yourself. Dropping your gloves to the floor, you got to work on lunch, a stew with an assortment of vegetables from tins which hadn’t looked very appetising but once you’d added some spices the tomato base had started to smell better.

Stirring in water you left it to bubble a little while longer, picking up your gloves and stomping outside. Your breath came out shaky, considering you’d long taken your jacket off and were just wearing your thermals. Beating your gloves against the wall, you attempted to shake the ash off them. “What did those gloves do to you?”

You turned to see Santi approaching, his eyes crinkled from his grin, and glittering as he tried not to laugh. “Well if you must know, they didn’t keep my hands warm today. Or yesterday” you added as an afterthought, trying not to let it show how relieved you were to see him again. You were pouting as you grumbled, though the effect was ruined by a laugh that bubbled out of you after a second. Examining your gloves, you gave up, admitting defeat that they’ll have ash on them until you could get them in a washing machine.

“Did you find anything?” You were only brave enough to ask once the two of you were seated and eating. “Not really. A dirt track leading to a road leading to nowhere. The only signs were to places I’d never heard of.” You snorted, “As if you’ve heard of any towns in Canada.”

“I could name places in Canada.” He protested, but you shook your head. “Not a chance! Name one?” He was smirking now, leaning forwards slightly. “Vancouver.”

You shook your head. “Doesn’t count. That’s a city.” You could see the flicker of panic as he struggled to think of a town not a city. Finally he let out a growl, tugging on his hair in frustration, both of which sent a flood of heat to your stomach as you imagined your fingers in his salt and pepper curls, pulling that noise from him. “Fine! I can only think of Quebec, happy?” He took another spoonful of stew. “This is good by the way, what’s in it?” You opened your mouth to reply when he cut you off. “And anyway, I bet you can’t name a Canadian town.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Want to bet?”

Santi narrowed his eyes as he pointed his spoon at you. “What are we betting?” You grinned as you jumped up, opening the door to one of the cupboards where’d you found a delicious looking bag of marshmallows. His eyes widened greedily at the sight. “No way! We’re not betting those, you clearly know at least one town.”

“Ok let’s say we split these - what will you give me if I know a town?” His eyes flicked up and down you as he appraised you, giving you a pleasant thrill, liking the way he looked at you. “You don’t know a town.” He was drawing his words out slightly, elongating them to exaggerate, playing at sounding confident, trying to see if you were bluffing. “Ok, if I don’t know a town, you can have all these marshmallows. If I do, I get to have the bed to myself tonight.”

You weren’t quite sure why you said that, but the knowledge that Santi would be in the same bed as you again tonight, except this time you wouldn’t be able to touch him was looking to be more than you could bear. “And where will I sleep?” Santi was holding your gaze now, and you knew he was interested. “By the fire,” you shrugged, “Put a few blankets down…” Trailing off, you didn’t dare break eye contact, until Santi finally stuck his hand out. You grasped it, smirking, until he said “Three towns. And if I find out you made one up, 10,000 push ups.”

“You underestimate me Garcia.” Racking your brains for the best names, you began. “Number 1 - Witless Bay - maybe you should visit,” you teased as he scowled slightly. “Number 2 - Big Beaver and number 3 - Spuzzum!”

“No way are they real!” The two of you continued to lightly bicker, Santi swearing he was going to look them up the first chance he got as the afternoon continued and the fire once again beginning to burn itself out.

When you peer out the window, you can’t see further than 20 meters and deciding you didn’t fancy venturing outside, you asked Santi to go out for more wood, promising that you wouldn’t open the packet until he was in the room, that you would save the marshmallows for after dinner.

You had said that, but surely one marshmallow wouldn’t hurt? You had self control, you could stop after eating one. You were resolutely not looking at the packet at this point, as if turning your nose up wouldn’t make you want to break your promise.

Luckily at that moment Pope walked in, jacket bundled tight under his neck and stamping his boots in the doorway. “Ooh shut the door, all the warm air’s going out.” you hissed as a draft hit you and you crossed your arms. “Aww sorry, darling,” Santi teased you, “is it a waste of energy?” He laughed as you scowled slightly.

“Well actually, yes” you shivered, “and it’s making me cold Pope.” That last sentence was nearly a whine, and you gave him your best puppy dog eyes as you looked up at him. He was still smirking as he took his time piling up the wood and taking his jacket off before closing the door. The cheek of this man!

Huffing in indignation, you grabbed the packet of marshmallows and began to speak “Well if I’m going to get cold again, I may as well just eat all these marshmallows by myself. I don’t sha-” You shrieked as Pope whirled around at your words and began to chase towards you.

Scrabbling to get to your feet in time, you made a dash for the bed and yelped as Pope grabbed at the back of your shirt, struggling to get a hold. You tripped on one of your boots, stubbing your toe, causing you to curse and drop the bag on the floor. Pope was too fast for you, scooping to get a hold before you could react. He took a step backwards, holding the bag tauntingly below his face. “You” you growled, as Santi smirked, sure that he had the upper hand, “give them back now!” And with that you launched yourself at Pope, who definitely hadn’t been expecting that and stumbled back, falling atop the bed.

Straddling Pope’s waist, you leaned forward and grabbed the marshmallows easily, even as Santi attempted to hold the bag out of your reach. Grinning down at him, and holding the bag aloft, you suddenly realised the position the two of you were in, especially when Pope attempted to grab the bag back, and, failing that, rested his hand on your waist.

And, oh, how easy would it be to just move your hips down and grind a little. How easy would it be to lean forwards and kiss Santi on his plump lips. His dark eyes were watching you closely, and you swallowed at the sudden pressure of the situation. But if Pope could treat you with respect, then you could definitely respect him and the friendship the two of you had.

So you pushed yourself off him, looking at the fire as you awkwardly flicked your plaits away from your face. You bustle over to the stove, missing the disappointed look that flashes across his face. Pulling out a can of chopped tomatoes, you fiddle with the opener as you turn back around. “Should we eat dinner first?” Santi nods, sighing as he supposes that actual adults would eat dinner first. He has a strange look in his eyes as he watches you pour the tomatoes into a frying pan, switching the hob on and rooting through the cupboards as you try and think of a recipe with what’s available.

“What are you making?” Santi still hasn’t moved from the bed, propping himself up with his elbows as you pull out varying cans, each with their own unappetising label. “Dunno. Another stew type thing I guess. There’s some sweetcorn here, and some canned sausages, aanndd… ahaha! ‘New chopped and peeled potatoes in water’ Urgh” Placing the numerous tins on the floor next to you, you continue nosing around. “Doesn’t that sound disgusting?” Your voice is muffled somewhat when you put your head into the cupboard to look at products in the back but Pope wholeheartedly agrees.

After dinner, which had tasted better than it both sounded and looked, you’d toasted your marshmallows. You felt a bit cruel as you snuggled nicely into the big bed, starfishing as much as you could, while Santi lay out a small pile of blankets on the floor next to the fire.

Sleep would have come easily to you, exhausted as you were, but it seemed Santi couldn’t get comfortable, tossing and turning and huffing as he did so. “Santi, if you’re going to keep me awake on the floor I think I’d rather if you slept in the bed.” You rolled to the side of the bed, watching as Santi sat up so fast, you were worried he’d snap something. “Really?” His voice sounded so pathetic, you felt horribly mean for making him sleep on the floor.

Until he stood up and you saw that he wasn’t wearing any thermals. Again. And this time he was turned towards you and you could see the outline of everything, causing you to swallow heavily and look away, face feeling so hot you could have been burned. Just friends, you remind yourself, we’re just friends.

And when Santi got into bed next to you, you could feel him shift and relax into the mattress as it dipped under his weight. And why was this so much more awkward than it was last night? Maybe, a snide voice began, it’s because last night, you were on the brink of death. And tonight, you’re a sad, sad girl who has a crush on her best friend.

“Baby, come here.” Santiago’s husky voice seems like it comes out of nowhere, and you blink at the ceiling. Baby? Turning to face him again, you’re kind of surprised to see his arms open again like they were last night. He wants to cuddle? Again? Even though he doesn’t have to? Baby? And it’s so silent, the only sound the fire crackling behind you.

But you move forwards anyway because this is Santiago, who are you to say no? Maybe he’ll call me Baby again. Santi tugs you towards him, wrapping his arms around you, and you press your face into the crook of his neck again, clenching your eyes tightly shut, praying that this isn’t a dream. And then you lift your head because “How do you still smell so nice?” And you realise your mistake too late, because although the movement puts more space between you, you’re now because now your face is level with his, and far too little space between the two of you.

But then his eyes drop to your lips and suddenly everything falls neatly into place. Why you and Santi had been in so many compromising positions over the last couple of days. All those lingering touches and glances. How Santi would do anything for you. How he always told you the truth, even when you didn’t want to hear it. How he remembered details about you. How you made him laugh. How he made you laugh.

And so you leaned forwards and kissed him.

It’s a peck of a kiss, you’re not brave enough to do anything else, maybe lasting for a second before you’re pushing off from him, putting distance between your bodies, the voice in your head screaming ‘Idiot!’ at you over and over.

Until one of Santi’s hands are on the back of your head, pulling you back towards him and you let him, leaning forwards and you’re kissing again.

But properly this time. This isn’t some PG-rated, playground kiss that 12 year olds gave each other during a game of spin the bottle. This was a real kiss, your eyes are closed and your mouth is moving against Santi’s like it’s found its home.

Your mouths are open and his hands move to rest on your waist and yours are in his hair. And it’s too much. But not enough. Distantly a helicopter whirs overhead and you hook one leg over his waist, your foot pressing into his bum, pulling him closer to you. And you can feel him. All of him. He’s clearly just as into this as you are and the two of you keep kissing as you tug on his hair. He groans into your mouth before moving down your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin until he finds the spot which causes you to gasp out his name.

You keep moving against each other and it’s so good and the helicopter whirs overhead once more. You gasp as it clicks in your mind and you push at Santi’s shoulders as he keeps kissing your shoulders, “You’re so beautiful,” Santi groans and you want him to continue so badly, but if that helicopter is here for you, which it must be after two days of silence, you don’t want to found in this position.

“Santi, stop, we have to stop!” Santi immediately pulls away from you, his brow furrowing as he looks at your face. “What is it?”

You’re sure that the grin on your face is a dopey one but you can’t help it, he’s so cute. “There’s a chopper outside.” Santi sits up just as the door opens to reveal a grinning Frankie. “They’re in here!” he hollers behind him. “Cuddling and -” his gaze lands on you and his eyes drop a couple of inches below yours and he laughs a little, “Ironhead and Redfly, you owe me 15 big ones!”

Santi’s head snaps to look at you as well, and your hand flys up to touch the area he’d been kissing, which has the beginnings of a soreness that only comes from a hickey. You groan and let yourself fall back onto the pillows. The ride back was going to be hell.

Fin x

God this started as a comfort fic when the heating went out in my house - I didn’t think it’d get this far but I’m so pleased to have finished my first fic, please give me feedback good or bad I want to know! I know the ending was weak but didn’t know how to make it better so any tips would be appreciated! Also if anyone knows how to think of titles please please please help me

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kodzuken-pie · 5 years ago

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OYA OYA OYA!! Once again congrats on 300 boo u deserve all the love🥰 can i request 12 and 18 fluff with Daichi?!😚👉👈

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[ A/N : OYA OYA!! Thank you Lydia!! Lol sorry again for being a blind BINCH lol I owe you a fluffy fluffy Daichi!! Mwah ]

Prompt: Monsters in my head and Alone in the woods

Pairing: Daichi x reader

Warnings : angst, mentions of anxiety, loneliness, death, suicide, being in the dark

Word count : 1900

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Paranoia of loneliness

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You awoke to the feeling of wet grass underneath you, the earth seems to have shed a tear witnessing the incident caused by the monsters in your head. They scream and tug at your ever growing loneliness and your anxiety ran through you in an all time high.

“Where am I?” You quietly whispered to yourself so that they won’t hear.

You sit up, looking around you and squinting at every little thing that moves. The sound of the wind slipping through the leaves filled the surrounding atmosphere, making you shiver. Twigs snapped underneath your foot as you got up and a sharp pain on your head made you wince.

“Hey, hey wake up.” A familiar voice echoed throughout your head. “WAKE UP!” It was louder now but you had no clue where it came from.

Once you got yourself together, you looked around once more. The only light that illuminated your surroundings was the moon shining through the leaves from the dark branches hanging above you. You gather your thoughts and remember that someone was supposed to be there with you, be there for you. The beating of your heart sped up and all you felt was the ever growing paranoia of loneliness. A sob escaped from your slightly open mouth, not even realizing when the tears started to drip down your face.

“Y/N? Please, stay with me. I’m here. I’m always here.” The familiar voice was your only sign of hope.

The smell of rotting leaves engulfed your nostrils and it made it harder for you to breathe as you tried to calm yourself in between sobs. You hoped and prayed that the soothing familiarity of the voice would calm you, waiting for it to return once again. You tried to move from where you were standing but your legs wouldn’t let you. They were paralyzed with fear and this made your anxiety run higher than it already was.

“Are they going to be fine? Please I need to know! When will they wake up?” The familiar voice sounded agitated.

“We don’t know yet sir, they just got out of surgery. It’s a bit hard to tell when they will wake up. Don’t worry too much, the surgery went well.” Another voice said, this one unfamiliar to you.

For some reason the voices came from the sky above so you looked up, hoping to see a sign that you weren’t alone. All you could see was the moonlight filtering through the tall shadowed trees stretching up into the sky. The tears have now stopped rushing down your face yet you feel tiny droplets of water hit your face as you keep your gaze to the sky.

“Come back to me my love, please. You promised we’d grow old together right? So please, don’t leave me.” The voice croaked, it was clear that they were crying.

You opened your mouth to speak but no sound came out. You wanted to answer the voice in the sky, you wanted them to know that they aren’t alone. The voice kept repeating three words, like it was a mantra or a spell. “I love you” they said over and over again. The person may have sounded disheartened but you were thankful, because of them you weren’t alone. The more you listened to the voice, the more you remembered happy thoughts. These memories started to flood back but the monsters would let you explore, they don’t want you to remember. Your eyes closed momentarily to think, to dig through what the monsters left for you. “Daichi!” The name bursted throughout your thoughts and monsters hissed, scratching and trying to nip it away.

“They moved! They MOVED!!” Daichi yelled, holding back more tears and squeezing your hand. “W-wait what are you doing?” His hand was taken off from yours abruptly.

“We need to check her. Please stand by Mr. Sawamura.” The other person said.

Just as that happened, the monsters in your head grew bigger and badder. They turned your thoughts dark, your knees went weak and you fell to the ground, putting a hand on either side of your head. The monsters were ripping your thoughts aparts, screeching in your ears. You were knelt down and you could feel the earth underneath you slowly crumble away. Warmth was immediately replaced with a cold and chilling air. You felt the chill deep within your bones and you shivered, holding back tears and trying to be strong.

“Let me hold them, please! They need me!” You could hear Daichi scream in pain and in frustration.

“Please escort Mr. Sawamura out of the room please.” Said the other voice, his voice mimicking the tone of the monsters that overtook your thoughts.

“No! NO! YOU CANNOT MAKE ME LEAVE! THAT MY PARTNER, MY FOREVER! I HAVE TO BE HERE FOR THEM! THEY NEED ME!” Daichi fought his way back in but they were able to hold him back and take him out of the room, locking the door.

“Now check their vitals.” The monster instructed.

Then there were other people and other voices but you didn’t care. It wasn’t the voice you wanted, not the voice you needed. Darkness was now slowly engulfing your surroundings, the moonlight no longer illuminating anything. The monsters escaped your thought and were now attacking your defenseless self. Without your person you were weak, he was your strength and your rock. He was the only thing keeping you from being devoured by the overwhelming loneliness that clouded your brain. Now that he wasn’t there, the monsters can take over without any hindrance in their way. You laid there, the damp earth making you colder than you already were. The urge to fight back was gone now that he was gone. All you wanted now was for it to end, for the world around you to be quiet. Letting out one last sob, you let go and let everything out. There was nothing now, nothing but the cold and the darkness and freedom.

Daichi was pacing back and forth outside your room. Looking in every now and for any sign from you. Hoping that you would fight back and come back to him again. His only hope was the continuous beating of the heart monitor. His heart was beating out of his chest and his stress levels were high. All he wanted was for you to be better, so the two of you could live out your dream. Your dream of buying a house by the coast, hearing the soothing waves of the ocean as you walk by. The dream of being able to grow old together and watching each other grow. The sound of children running around the house while laughter filled the air. These thoughts made him believe in your strength but they were broken when the steady beat of the heart monitor turned into one flat line. His eyes widened and his heart broke. He was starting to breath raggedly now, fists clenched as he looked at you through the little window.

“Come on love. Don’t give in. Don’t give up on me. You can fight this. I know you can. Please, please.” His voice cracked. “Stay with me. Fight the monsters, fight and you can win. My love, please.” He broke, tears quickly falling down his face.

The scene in front of him unfolded in a way he didn’t want it to. Your body laid there, unconscious while the doctors rushed next to you with a defibrillator. It was all in slow motion in his eyes and all he could hear was his breathing. He stared at you, heart beating out of his chest. The tears fell like waterfalls as he saw the doctors shake their head and put the defibrillator away. One of them checked their watch and another wrote something down. The head doctor looked his way and his anger came rushing out in an explosive manner. He clenched his fist harder and punched the window, leaving a small crack. Everyone in the room flinched except for the head doctor. Daichi glared at him, anger etched in his features. The head doctor walked over to the door to unlock it while Daichi watched him like a hawk. Once the door unlocked, your partner stormed in and took the doctor by his collar.

“I blame this on you, I told you to let me stay. You knew this would happen so why? We shouldn’t have let you in.” Daichi growled in a low and threatening tone.

“It’s not my fault, you could have said no. I told you this was going to happen in the first place. If they won’t help, they devour.” The doctor whispered in a low tone.

The room had gone silent and the air went cold. Daichi let the man go, bowing his head and he stared at his feet. The anger he felt subsided, now turning into regret and hatred towards himself. He frowned as his thoughts turned dark. He thought to himself that he failed you, he couldn’t help you and guide you throughout the whole process of getting you better and he shouldn’t even dare look at you. Although He allowed himself to take a look at you one last time and hold you before the last bit of warmth from your body left you. He winced at the sight of your lifeless body, remembering how there was a small chance of you coming out of this alive just a few minutes ago. He slowly walked over to you and took your hand. The feeling of your hand in his made his heart hurt, knowing that you weren’t going to squeeze back.

“I’m sorry. I am so so sorry. This was all my fault. If only I kept my mouth shut then you would still be with me.” He tried to stop a sob slip from his mouth. “If only we did this the way you wanted to and avoid this, treatment, then maybe. No, not maybe. You would be here. We would be at home right now, eating dinner or watching our favorite shows. I’m so sorry. My love, I am so so sorry.” He squeezed you hand, hoping that you would move but fully expecting that you wouldn’t.

One of the nurses tapped his shoulder and told him that he had to let go. Although that only meant physically, he knew he had to let go of you emotionally as well. Before letting your hand go, he leaned in closer to you and kissed your forehead.

“Don’t worry love, I’ll be with you soon. I won’t let you be alone in the woods any longer.” He whispered in your ear.

He pulled away and gave you a sad smile. Letting go of your hand, he turns to look at the head doctor darkly the turned to leave the room. He drove back to your shared home with a mission. As soon as he walked in, he went straight to your walk-in closet and opened the secret compartment filled with all types of firearms and drugs. He took out all the painkillers you had stashed away and took all of them. He took your favorite plushie and laid down on your side of the bed. He let himself feel all of the pain that you must have felt until he fell into a deep sleep never to wake again.

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fics-not-tragedies · 5 years ago

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Dirtbag ballet [4]

This fic is based on those two requests 1 & 2 I got ages ago, and I decided to merge them together and make a tiny bit longer fic. Here’s the last part of it. But I must admit I will absolutely revisit this idea in the future!

SUMMARY: You and Jardani are being intimate for the first time and later on he confesses his feelings for you. Words: 1735; Warnings: smut, some gentle first time lovemaking;

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He moaned softly, kissing you back with equally as much passion and you felt his hips slowly starting to grind against you, one of his hands moving up your side, feeling your breast and kneading it gently and he hummed into the kiss.

“Do you want to … now … um…” you mumbled against his lips, afraid he would for some reason change his mind.

He lifted his head, smiling, “Are you really sure about this, lyubov’?” He asked softly, sitting up.

You nodded, “So sure…” you whispered.

He smiled and shifted to the side so he could take off his underwear, making your eyes grow wider at the sight of him. Despite having felt him, he looked even bigger now, in the dim light of the bedroom. “J-Jardani…” you said as you hesitantly pushed down your own underwear, looking up at him doubtfully when you kicked it off.

“What, lyubov’?” He asked, looking back at you worriedly.

“Just…” You swallowed, shivering, “You’re big…”

He blushed, biting his lip, “If you’re unsure…”

You quickly shook your head, “No, no, I’m… just … just worried…”

He moved so he was on top of you again, pecking your lips, “I’ll go … slow, prekrasnaya… and I’ll be so careful” he assured you softly, “This is … I’ll do what you tell me … if it hurts and you stop me, I’ll stop … you’re … you’re in charge here, darling … you’re the captain…”

You giggled, stroking his hair back gently, “The captain?”

He chuckled. “Yes…” he smiled, “All on your command, prekrasnaya.”

You smiled to yourself, shaking your head at how sweet he was being. He could sense you were nervous, tense, worried and he wanted to reassure you, making sure you felt comfortable. And you knew he’d been right. He was the perfect choice for this, not only because you secretly had this major crush on him but because you also didn’t trust anyone more than you trusted him.

“Ready, darling?”

You nodded, “Yes…”

He reached down to give his cock a few tugs before moving his hand between your thighs to spread them apart slightly, shifting to position himself at your entrance.

You tensed, biting your lip and looking up at him.

His eyes met yours and he smiled softly at you. “Remember what I told you…” he said softly, “Ya imeyu v vidu, chto…”

You nodded, closing your eyes and gripping his shoulder when you felt his tip at your entrance, your breath hitching in your throat when he slowly pushed inside. His fingers had already filled you up, but this was a whole different thing, you doubted he could fit inside you.

“R-Relax, darling…” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your neck and your jaw, “B-blyad, you feel so good but you … you have to relax for me…”

You only realised now how tense you were and you breathed out, trying to do as he said so he could ease himself inside you but the stinging feeling, his cock stretching your walls … it brought tears to your eyes and a quiet sigh of discomfort escaped your lips, making him freeze.

He lifted his head, looking up at you. His eyes widened, “No, milaya, I’m so sorry…” he said, quickly pulling back out and wiping your tears away gently with his finger.

“N-No, it’s okay, I’ll be okay!” You assured him. You knew you would do this eventually and what better person to do it with than him? He was so patient, so sweet and gentle, it was him or no one.

“I don’t want to hurt you…”

“It’ll get better, right?” You asked quietly.

“Da, I … are you sure?”

You nodded eagerly. “Da, Jardani… pozhaluysta…”

He bit his lip before slowly pushing himself inside you again, a little further than before before your breath hitched in your throat, your grip on his shoulder tightening, “Alright, love, alright…” he said softly, “I can feel you … open up … you … you’re so wet … and b-blyad, you feel so good” he praised.

You whimpered softly when he sunk deeper inside you, “J-Jardani, you’re so big…” you whispered.

“I … you’re doing so good, milaya, you feel so good … fuck…”

Despite the stretching feeling being uncomfortable, you slowly started feeling good, his cock pushing deeper inside you. You squirmed underneath him, wrapping your arms around him.

He placed his hand under your thigh, gesturing for you to wrap your legs around him as well and you did so, moaning loudly when you felt him sink all the way inside you.

He stilled his movements, letting you get used to the feeling of him inside you, your walls squeezing him as he filled you up, throbbing inside you, pulsing inside your heat. Jardani moved his head to press a soft kiss to your lips, brushing your hair back gently from your face. His breath was shaking just as much as yours and you could feel his heart beating against his chest, sighing.

“J-Jardani…” you whispered after a moment. “C-Can you move?”

He nodded eagerly, moaning when he drew back a little before pushing back inside you again. “Does that feel good, lyubov?”

“Fuck, yes…” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair, twirling the strands at the back around your fingers and tugging lightly on it, making him moan softly.

He moved slowly at first, until he was sure you were okay and he wasn’t hurting you before picking up his pace slowly, moaning each time his cock pushed inside you, filling you up.

You whimpered, feeling every inch of him sinking inside you, rubbing your walls and reaching so deep, filling you up so good. He felt so good and you felt so incredibly close to him, holding on to him as your hips rocked together.

“Damn, lyubov, I’m so close already…” he whispered and you could tell he was trying to slow down to keep himself from releasing too quickly.

“Me too” you assured him, running your fingers through his hair, letting your other hand travel down your body to rub your clit, playing with yourself to increase the pleasure.

“B-blyad, lyubov, you’re so fucking hot…” he whispered. “You look so good…”

You moaned, “Jardani…” you whimpered, “I’m going to…”

“Let go, prekrasnaya…”

You moaned loudly, crying out his name as your body trembled, your walls contracting around his cock and the pleasure washed over you, more intensely than before and you panted, holding on tightly to him, tugging on his hair as you rose out your orgasm, moving your hips, little shocks of pleasure making your body tingle each time he pushed inside you again.

He held you through your orgasm until you started to relax before pulling out of you, giving himself a few tugs, moaning with each stroke of his hand down his shaft and squeezing his hand around it until he released.

Your eyes were glued to him, watching him in awe. You’d gotten him so turned on, you’d made him feel this way. And he looked so hot, his eyes on you as he jerked himself and released half on the bed, half on your leg. His hair had fallen into his eyes and the soft groans falling from his lips just made you want to listen and watch him more.

Once he’d calmed down, he collapsed beside you, panting, “Fuck, darling…”

You smiled, shuffling closer to him and running your fingers through his hair to calm him down, still breathing heavily yourself, “Y-You … that was amazing, Jardani…” you said quietly.

He opened his eyes, looking back at you sleepily. “It was, yeah…” he said, biting his lip, “Fuck, I can’t believe we did that … you’re so damn hot, prekrasnaya…” He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close and you laid your head down on his shoulder, cuddling close to him and pulling the blanket over the two of you.

“So are you” you said, pressing a lingering kiss to his jaw, “You’re so handsome too, and so caring and … protective … I’m so lucky to have you, Jardani. Thank you for … this…” you giggled.

He laughed softly, shaking his head, “Thank me? Darling, that was… blyad … I … thank you…” he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, messing up his hair but staying close to him, “I … you were right. I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else like I trust you” you sighed.

He was silent for a moment and you thought he’d fallen asleep but then he spoke again, “I think I have to tell you something…”

“Tell me something?” You asked, looking up at him and stroking the side of his cheek gently. Cuddling was nothing new for the two of you but skin against skin, reveling in the afterglow of both your orgasms, feeling him holding you, so warm, breathing in his scent, “You already did it in the morning, Jardani.”

“This is why I was asking about dating and stuff…”

“You were … jealous?” You asked in disbelief.

He chuckled nervously. “A little, maybe … okay no … loads”

You chuckled.

“I like you too” you said.

“W-What?”

“Let me tell you this in both languages… I love you, Jardani… Ya lyublyu tebya, Jardani…”

You suddenly felt his lips on yours, kissing you softly and pulling your body close to his. You sighed softly, pressing yourself closer to him and kissing back needily, “Jardani…” you whispered.

When he pulled back, he had the largest smile on his face, his features illuminated by the moonlight shining into the bedroom. You stroked his hair back gently which had fallen into his eyes again, smiling back at him.

“Question…” he said quietly, biting his lip.

You kept your eyes on him, continuing to play with his hair. He’d always liked that. “Hmm?” You hummed.

“Will you … will you be my girlfriend AND my best friend?”

You giggled at his wording, still unable to believe that this was happening, “Yes” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, making him scrunch his face up.

“Yessss” he said, “That’s great…” he giggled before moving to press his lips to yours again.

“But we have to keep it quiet, Jardani” you stroked his hair, “you already risked much sneaking your way into my room like that.”

“Ne bespokoysya, we’ll get through everything together.”

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rekutopia · 5 years ago

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In which Shirayuki came home to a surprise (part 1)

A part of the Flatmate AU (one, two, three, four, in accidental order)

The sun had long set when Shirayuki walked back home, though it was only shortly after six. The wet November chill hung heavily in the air and made her shiver despite her duffle coat. With half of her face buried into her thick scarf, she pulled her shoulders together and moved as quickly as her freezing toes allowed. The little pharmacist was usually miserable in this kind of weather, but this evening there were little jubilant skips in her steps.

It’s finally over.

After almost two agonizing years, there was no more struggle. No more sleepless nights, no more angry tears. No more interrogations disguised as interviews and no more tedious negotiations with lawyers. There was no need to scan the surroundings for pesky press whenever she got out of the house anymore. At long last, she could breathe freely again.

GG Pharmacy was now officially a part of the Wisteria Hospital.

When the first blackmail attempt appeared at the beginning of last year, Shirayuki didn't think that the matter would turn into a big scandal. Why, because it was based on false accusations. GG Pharmacy was indicted to give special treatment to doctors from certain hospitals to gain extra profit – how preposterous!

At first, they ignored the threats, thinking they were empty. But then they noticed that more and more partners started to question their credibility and even express their wish to withdraw from their cooperation. When one day a summons landed in their mailbox they knew they had to take measures.

It wasn’t easy to clear their name and regain their reputation. Looking back, Shirayuki was grateful for every individual who had helped her make it through the scandalous dispute.

The detectives, who uncovered the syndicate behind the whole affair. The U-Syndicate was known to infiltrate pharmacies with their men and sell modified drugs that left the patients helplessly addicted to them. If that wasn’t successful they would then try to bring down the whole pharmacy and replace it with one of their own. While Shirayuki has heard of them, she never thought that a small, inconspicuous neighbourhood pharmacy like GG Pharmacy would be one of their targets.

She was grateful for Zen Wisteria. It was pure coincidence that they met. The general counsel of Wisteria Hospital was scouting the pharmacies around the area for a cooperation as a hospital pharmacy. Since Dr. Gazelt was busy dealing with the syndicate matter she sent Shirayuki in her place to talk with him. Despite their dire situation, Zen believed in their innocence, and their lunches quickly became strategy meetings. Zen also provided GG Pharmacy with the best – though also the most expensive – lawyer in town.

She was grateful for Izana Wisteria, the board chairman of Wisteria Hospital. He was willing to overlook the scandal and let his brother persuade him to partner with GG Pharmacy. If it weren’t for this cooperation, it would be much harder for them to get back on their feet. The broken connections with their former business partners would be challenging to re-establish. Attaining new ones would be nearly impossible in the beginning. Though Shirayuki still found the tall, blond man rather unreadable and sometimes even intimidating, she had great respect for him.

She was grateful for Yuzuri and her late-night hot cocoa, ready to slap her on her back whenever she started to lose faith during the whole turmoil. Since Yuzuri was a part-time worker the whole scandal didn’t affect her as much mentally as financially – at some point, they were forced to reduce her hours temporarily. But she was always cheerful when she clocked in and that never failed to lift Shirayuki’s spirit.

Most of all, she was grateful for Obi. All the time at work, Shirayuki managed to keep a strong facade in front of everyone. She couldn’t cause Dr. Gazelt and Yuzuri more worries, so she kept her anger and frustration to herself. Until one day she couldn’t anymore and her poor, bewildered flatmate then found her in a quivering heap on the couch.

Obi was her only shoulder to cry on, the only person outside of work she could talk to about the matter. He never pried, always giving Shirayuki time to unfurl the story bit by bit, whenever she felt like it. Even when she wordlessly invaded his personal space after her first breakdown, he let her cuddle up to him and gave her comfort.

Obi was also the one who picked her up and saved her from persistent reporters even though it caused him to be late for work. He stayed up with her while she readied herself for the summonses and carried her to bed when she no longer could keep her eyes open. He made her laugh whenever he could with his silly shenanigans.

A tap on her furrowed eyebrows. A poke on her cheeks. A nudge on her arm. A pat on the top of her head. When she was lucky he sometimes even offered her a shoulder massage. Obi’s touches reminded her to relax, and that overthinking stuff would not do her any favour. It won’t be a full victory if you look like Yubaba afterwards, he once said, though I’m sure you’ll be a cute granny someday, he added. Not only did Obi believe in her when she couldn’t believe in herself – he also saved her from premature ageing.

Shirayuki chuckled despite herself. I’m so glad Obi’s my flatmate.

She sighed happily as she approached her building. She wanted to tell Obi the good news right away, but unfortunately, that had to wait until he was back from his late shift. She was looking forward to getting away from the cold, though. The first thing she would do was to soak in a nice, relaxing hot bath. Maybe even use that yuzu bath salt Obi brought her from his last trip to Japan. A treat to herself after winning the battle. Well, technically, Dr. Gazelt won the battle, but hey, Shirayuki had her share of fights.

Closing the door behind her, Shirayuki exhaled with relief. The flat was pleasantly warm, welcoming her home, thanks to the smart app that automatically times and regulates the temperature – one of Obi’s gimmick. Another reason to be thankful to her flatmate.

When her nose was finally freed from her metres-long scarf, Shirayuki caught a waft of something delicious in the air. Something very much like Obi’s black pepper tofu. A smile rose on her lips as she felt her heart swell, all of a sudden brimming with affection towards her thoughtful flatmate.

Aww, Obi made dinner before he left.

Shirayuki started to fumble with the buttons of her coat. Despite the thick gloves she had on that day her fingers were cold and stiff. Not only her fingers, but her whole body was stiff. She must have been unconsciously tensing all her muscles from the cold.

Bath first, then dinner.

After shrugging everything off, Shirayuki went into the living area and was about to turn on the lights there when she heard something.

Something that sounded like a groan.

Shirayuki stopped dead in her tracks, perked up her ears and listened closely. What on earth was that? Was there someone inside the flat? Heart in throat and eyes wide open, she scanned the room for signs of movements in the darkness but didn’t find anything out of place.

Then she noticed a stripe of faint light coming out from under Obi’s door. Shirayuki sighed and let all tension drain away from her body. Shaking her head in disbelief, she relaxed her stance and placed a hand on her chest.

Of course, it’s just Obi.

She felt silly for freaking out so easily. But then again, what was Obi doing, being at home? Was his shift cancelled? Whatever the reason was, Shirayuki would make sure he gets an appropriate scolding. What was he thinking, scaring her like that? He usually texted her when his schedule changed.

Just as she started walking towards Obi’s room to give him his well-deserved scolding, she heard it again.

It was definitely a groan.

This time, something clicked in Shirayuki’s brain. Could it be that her flatmate was...enjoying some alone time in there? Shirayuki felt her face flushed. W-well, it’s not that she minded or anything – Obi was a man, just like Shirayuki was a woman, and-and it’s perfectly natural for a man – and a woman! – to have...biological needs in...different forms, such as...this one.

And so, although it was never her wish to catch her flatmate jerking himself off, Shirayuki had to accept the inevitable that it already happened. The only thing she could do now was to simply pretend she didn’t hear anything, slip quietly into her room and–

Another faint sound broke her train of thoughts. Without her permission, her feet went ahead and brought her straight to Obi’s door, tip-toeing lightly, silent on the parquet floor like a burglar in her own house.

“Aaahh...”

From directly in front of the door, the moaning and groaning were louder, clearer and they went straight down to that warm place between her legs. Shirayuki held her breath and gripped the hem of her pullover to ground herself. Obi sounded so wrecked, his heavy panting now also audible from the proximity.

Shirayuki’s brain was working in parallel. One part was frantically telling her to stop eavesdropping and leave her flatmate be in his solitary pleasure. The other part was busy sending her images of how that said flatmate might look like right now. And the noises he was making were rather fuelling the latter.

Was he lying on the futon or sitting on a chair? Was there any piece of clothing still on him or was he only wearing his birthday suit? Was his head thrown back? Eyes closed? Eyebrows beautifully scrunched? Lush lips parted?

Shirayuki was about to step closer and lean on the door before she caught herself.

Don’t be ridiculous, Shirayuki! Stop this nonsense! Go to your room!

Cheeks burning, Shirayuki pulled herself reluctantly away from the door. She was starting to turn towards her own room when the next thing she heard sent chills down her spine.

“Aahh! Aki! A-Aki! Slow down!”

Then a deeper, familiar voice came through the door. “This is as slow as I could go.”

“Fuuuck!” Obi’s voice was breaking, like on the edge of pain.

“Just breathe, love. Breathe...” came the soothing reply, followed by a long, breathy moan from Obi.

Shirayuki stood frozen between their rooms. The hot arousal she felt just seconds ago was gone in a heartbeat. In its place, a twinge in her heart, followed by a pulsating, dull pain. Shirayuki raised a hand to her chest and rubbed on it, first softly, then more aggressively, as the pain did not go away. Strange, did she just get a heart attack? Should she call 112?

Still rubbing her chest, Shirayuki slowly retreated to the living area, then further back to the corridor. There she put on her coat and her muffler. Then she grabbed her keys and her purse and quietly slipped out of the flat. She put on her boots, went downstairs and walked outside.

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Just how long she had been walking aimlessly, Shirayuki didn’t know. What part of town did she end up in anyway? In front of her was a park she didn’t recognise. There was hardly anyone but herself. Looking around absentmindedly, she saw only one brave jogger and a couple of dog owners. The chilly wind had died down but now there was a layer of thin mist in the air.

How did she even get here? Everything that happened after she heard Aki's voice was a blur. The only thing certain was the constant throbbing in her chest, on which her gloved hand was still rubbing, sometimes lightly pounding.

Why wouldn’t that nagging pain go away? Should she really go have it checked out? Maybe it was really a heart attack? And why was it so damn cold? Her face felt numb and though Shirayuki didn’t feel like it she knew she needed to go somewhere inside, soon.

She didn’t want to go back to her flat, though. She couldn’t. No matter how alluring the hot bath was, and not to mention the savoury black pepper tofu that–

Oh. Shirayuki bit on her lip. Her eyes suddenly stung with unshed tears.

I guess he made it for Aki.

Inhaling a shaky breath, she made up her mind. She patted her coat pocket and reached for her phone.

“Hello, Yuzuri?”

#myfanfic #akagami no shirayukihime #obiyuki #flatmate au

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mysteryartisticwriter · 6 years ago

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Up After Hours // Number Five X Reader

A/N: Hey loves! I just wanted to say thanks to all the people who have submitted requests for fics and I can’t wait to do them all! And thank you for getting my ‘Peter Parker X Reader’ to over 100 notes! It was such a shock to me and I love you all for getting me there! So your reward is this terrible fanfic.

Also! This takes place before Five “disappears” and goes missing. So Five is just his regular 13 year old self. Five might act a little OOC but probably not much?? I’m still kinda learning how to write his character right.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW

Requested: Yes // Hii i hope u having a good day c: Could you do an imagine with Five? I’m not sure about what plot but maybe something like friends to lovers but fluffy one can it be? And excuse my English pls :’l

Warnings: Cussing, little mention of blood, FLUFF ALL AROUND

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Your Saturday nights would usually consist of you either reading a book, or listening to some records, and most often sleeping until the next morning. It never felt lonely to you, it was nice having some time to relax and have time to yourself for a while.

It wasn’t much different for this night. You stayed in your room, which you had to yourself, and read a series of books that you probably wouldn’t finish till the early morning. It was already past midnight, your window proved it by showing the vast void of darkness beyond it.

It was right now in the middle of winter, early December and it was already snowing outside. And while your window tried to keep you warm, the coldness still managed to peer its way into your room. The number of blankets increased with each hour, but sadly, none seemed to help you with your problem.

“Damn this cold...” You muttered to yourself, shivering.

Much like the other children that was mysteriously born on the same day as you, you had powers. You could control electricity and move between the currents of wires. It was a special ability, but your power could do nothing to give you heat, making it utterly useless at the moment besides helping you turn off the light on and off.

Your blankets wrapped around you almost completely, making you look like you some type of burrito or caterpillar. Growing frustrated, you held yourself in your blankets and buried your nose in your book.

It wasn’t just the cold that bothered you, your thoughts pestered you as well. You were stuck on a certain page in the book and having to reread it over and over again. Your thoughts wouldn’t leave you alone, bothering you to an extent that you almost went insane.

What were your thoughts about? Your best friend and practically brother, Number Five, just Five to be short. Why were you thinking about him? Because you may have the largest tiniest crush on him.

You’ve known Five for years, growing up together at the Umbrella Academy since your ‘father’ adopted you both. The two of you were inseparable, always running around the hallways if you weren’t training your powers. If you were both in a room together alone, it would be chaotic.

It started out as a strange feeling. One day when you were about eight years old, you both were playing tag in the hallways (Five obviously winning since he can move through time and space), when you fell down trying to chase him.

When you fell to the floor, you ended up scraping your right knee onto the carpet. It stung and you remember you started to tear up a bit before Five came to help you.

“(Y/n)!”

Your eight year old self sat on the floor, hugging your right knee as you started to cry. It wasn’t as bad as wounds you’ve gotten before, but the scrape stung and started to bleed a little bit. Five saw tears were forming in your eyes so he stood up.

“Wait here.” Then he flashed out of the hallway, leaving you alone.

You trusted Five with your life, so all you did was sit there and wait. A few minutes go by, and Five reappeared back in front of you carrying a bandaid. He got onto his knees and opened the bandaid to put onto your wound. Five finished putting it on and looked up at you.

“There! Good as new! Or...before.”

He flashed his charming smile, showing off his beautiful dimples. Wiping the small tears from your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

That was the day you figured out you liked him.

You lightly smiled at the memory. It was a nice thing for him to do, considering Five never really had some physical contact with anyone besides you. At least from what you know.

Growing up with Five over the years caused you to realize sometimes. Five didn’t like talking about his feelings. He wanted to show no weakness in him and prove himself to your father. Five didn’t like physically touching people, although, he usually made an exception for you if you needed need it. And in some cases, Five would need a hug from you as well.

Five several times told you that he was ready to travel through time, but you never really saw it as a good idea. But his determination usually got the best of him.

“Come on (Y/n), don’t you trust me?!”

Five threw his arms in the air, flabbergasted that you weren’t supporting him.

“I trust you with my life, Five. But I just don’t want anything to go wrong. What if you see something you aren’t supposed to see? Or what if you get stuck?” Your face remained a calm but worried expression.

“I won’t get stuck, I promise. I am going to prove myself to you and dad that I can do this!”

That was the day you realized you fell in love with him.

His dedication of wanting to prove himself to everyone was almost inspiring to you. You loved how he was cocky, but still careful at the same time. You cared so much for the boy, it was almost so hard to not fall for him.

Shaking your head away from the memory, you tried to focus yourself back into your reading. But once again, the cold started to poke at you.

You shivered in your blankets and rubbed your hands together for an electric spark to try to get the slightest chance of warmth from it. Unfortunately, there was nothing. Sighing in defeat, you leaned back in your bed and closed your eyes for a moment.

“Can’t get warm?” A voice said from the door.

You jumped up in surprise at the voice, jumping out of bed with resulted you in dropping your book, stretching your hands out to the stranger and ready to attack. Even though you didn’t look that much of a threat, considering you were still wearing your natural white pajamas with the ‘Umbrella Academy’ symbol on it.

But the person with the voice ended up being Five, who was leaning up against your room’s doorway. You left out a big breath of relief, calming yourself.

“Jesus Christ, Five. You scared me half to death!” You yelled at him, causing the boy to smirk a bit.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to.” You raised an eyebrow of doubt at him so he put his hands up in a form to show surrender.

“Not my fault that you’re so easy to scare.” Five laughed a bit.

Although you were a bit annoyed with him, you mirrored a smile back.

He stepped into your room so you could see a full view of him. He was still wearing his uniform, which made him look super good in. Five had his hands in his shorts pockets (you still questioned why he wore shorts in the middle of winter) and his demeanor expressed a cocky and risky attitude. The same cocky attitude you fell in love with in the first place.

You swore you almost drooled at the handsome sight of him. You finally brought yourself back to reality and looked at the boy you loved with a confused face.

“Why are you still up and walking around? You could get in trouble.” You questioned.

You picked up your book that you dropped on the floor and went back to your spot on your bed. Setting it aside, you looked to him.

Five sighed and sat next to you on the bed, switching glances from you and his hands. It was odd to see him like this, it was as if he was almost nervous about something. But what was he nervous about?

“I...honestly have no idea.” The dark haired boy confessed.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his words.

“You don’t know why you came into my room?” Five nodded.

“I couldn’t sleep. So I started to walk around when I found myself at your door. It was as if my feet just dragged me here.” Suddenly, the space/time traveler looked to you.

“What about you? How come you’re still up?” He asked. You grabbed the book from your side and held it out to him.

“I was reading. I do this every Saturday night. Well, technically every night that I get a break.” You showed him the cover of the book, and he looked at it in fascination.

“Is it good?” Five wondered.

‘Why was he asking these things? He’s usually not that interested in anything I show him.’ You pondered in your head.

“W-Well yeah...” You trailed off, not knowing what else to say. You tucked away a loose hair that fell into your face behind your ear.

“What’s it about?”

Resisitng every sudden urge to tell him everything about what you thought of the book, you put the book back aside and stared at him. The loose strand of hair fell again and you blew it back, even though it did nothing.

“Why are you asking me these questions?” You questioned your best friend.

Suddenly, the boy sitting in front of you looked as if he some child who had just gotten caught trying to steal some cookies. Five quickly gained back his confident demeanor and looked at you with a fake sad expression.

“What? I can’t be interested in the books you read? I’m quite offended you don’t think I’m not into books!” Five dramatically put a hand on his chest, to which you rolled your eyes at.

You crossed your arms, looked at him with a skeptical face and leaned back in your pillow.

“No. You’re never into any of the books I show you and read. Let alone ask questions about them.”

You leaned forward towards him and Five slowly leaned backwards away from you, looking shy for a moment.

“Why are you asking me about my books?” You asked until the strand of (h/c) hair fell into your face again, and you resisted groaning out loud in annoyance.

Just when you were about to tuck the loose hair behind your ear again, Five leaned forward back to you and tucked it himself. Your face immediately turned a crimson red and you looked down in embarrassment.

Although you couldn’t see it, there was a slight grin on the dark haired boy’s face. After finishing tucking away the hair, his hands trailed down the side of your head to under your chin.

“You’re very beautiful, you know that?” Five confessed.

Still looking down at your bed, you scoffed.

“Is that the best line you got?” You challenged him.

You instantly shut your mouth after you realized what you said. You could already hear the smirk forming on his face.

“Nope. But I got something even better.”

You were just about to ask what it was when you felt two fingers lift your head up so you could meet Five’s hypnotizing eyes. He closed his eyes and quickly leaned in, closing the small space between you two. Five’s lips met yours and you were still trying to comprehend the situation.

Never the less, you closed your eyes and pulled him closer to you, wrapping your hands around his neck, and Five grabbing your cheeks. The feeling of his soft lips against yours felt like heaven, if you weren’t already in it.

The lovingly kiss was short lived, but it was the best moment of your life. When you both pulled away, you wanted to whine at the loss of his lips. Five leaned his forehead against yours, his hands holding your face and smiled widely. Your head was a bit fuzzy from the moment you shared with your best friend. You still kept your hands wrapped around his neck.

“Was that better?” You giggled at his question.

“Definitely.”

Suddenly, the familiar rush of freezing cold air flew through you, making you shiver in the boy’s arms. Five noticed and held you tighter in his arms.

“Wait a second.” Five whispered to you before flashing away.

A minute later, your crush appeared back in your room, wearing his sleep clothing. He climbed back into your bed, pulling the covers over the both of you and held you in his arms in a spooning position with you as the little spoon.

“I hate feelings and I especially hate talking about them. You obviously know that,” Five started as he brushed your hair a bit. “But I think I’ve fallen for you, (Y/n).”

You nuzzled your face into his chest and smiled to yourself.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with you too, Five.” You replied back to him.

You could feel the grin on his face forming. Five kissed the top of your head and you turned off the night in your room with the snap of your fingers.

Until you fell asleep in your love’s arms, you were unable to keep the grin off your face for the rest of night.

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sierracolorstheworldofwords · 5 years ago

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EGOTOBER- Day 18, Gold, Eric

An- I’m writing these all out of order bc day fifteen is taking way too long so yeah ANYWAY! Here’s day 18

Eric keeps a secret. It’s buried in a pile of clothes in the closet, tucked away underneath the loose floorboard and kept in a box that mama owned before… before everything happened.

He knows that box like the back of his hand, in the middle, there’s a big magnolia carved in the middle of the dark wood, and it’s surrounded by thick branches and leaves. He knows that it’s old, passed down generations— from mothers to daughters, but mama never got to have a daughter, so, she passed it on to him.

He keeps it hidden because after.. everything that happened, his dad burned everything. There aren’t any memories of his brothers left. He remembers the big fire dad built in the backyard, where he took everything he could find, every single trace of his brothers and his mother, and fed it to the flames.

Eric couldn’t stop him, he took his prosthetics and made him watch as he went back and forth, in and out of the house, drunk and yelling, throwing away boxes of old things— mama’s dresses, baseball bats and rock collections, scrapbooks and baby photos. Flowered vases and baby blankets, anything left of his brothers and his mother’s thrown into the flames, as Eric lay there helpless, crying, sobbing, begging and screaming like a part of his heart had been ripped out.

Except the box.

When he was left outside, a shivering mess, crying and alone as what was left of his family burned, he remembered the box— and the secret kept there, tucked away underneath the floorboards.

Now, as his dad sleeps, he remembers it. He remembers everything. Every hurt, every heartbreak and beating. Maybe he’s been staying with the egos too long, but standing in his old home.. he doesn’t feel afraid. Maybe it’s because Wilford, his papa, is next to him, or because Yan and Bing, his brothers, are next to him. He doesn’t know. He’s still shaking though. So maybe, okay— probably, he’s still afraid, but.. but he feels.. he doesn’t know, strong. Strong for once in his life. Sneaking into the old house with his family.. his new family, makes him feel strong in a way he couldn’t be if he did this alone.

Yan picks the lock and gestures for them to follow, they do. Eric’s heart pounds as the redhead asks, “Which way?”

“U-up..s-stairs.” He whispers, pointing towards the wooden stairway. The stairs his brothers used to roughhouse on still have the same wooden railing they used to slide down.

“Lead the way.” Yan whispers, “We’re right behind you.”

So, he does. Nervously pushing up his glasses, he takes a step, drawing in a deep breath before taking another one.

“T-the f-fifth st-step is cr-creaky.. s-so be care—careful.”

They all nod, and he leads the way, skipping over the fifth step as he gets to it, and after nine more stairs, he finally gets to the top.

“Come.. come o-on, this way.”

He turns right, not daring to linger in the broken down house. As he was growing up, his dad never fixed anything— in fact, more often than not, Eric had to find ways to patch things up, or face a punishment.

Eric passes each door with a memory, a sense of longing that fades and collapses in the dark moon lit hallway. Until finally, he reaches his door. Much to his surprise, his things are there.. his blankets and his teddy bears, his old books and the hand drawn posters.. everything. It’s almost as if it’s frozen in time. He steps in, the moon shining in through the window, lighting the path towards the closet. Walking towards it, he finds a pile of clothes, old baby shirts and things he simply out grew, still there, almost as if they waited for him.

Bending down, his hands shake as he pushes them aside, revealing the floorboard. Grabbing the edge as quietly as he can, he pulls it out, revealing the dark wooden box, covered in dust. Gently, he grasps it, eyes burning as he gets up, holding it to his chest.

“Are you alright, Er-Bear?” Wilford asks softly, eyes full of concern. Eric wipes his tears, nodding. He walks towards the door, not bothering to put anything back— let his dad know he was here, let him know. Let him know Eric kept mama’s necklace, passed down from her own mama, and to him.

“L-let’s go.” He whispers, walking towards the door.

Quietly, Eric leads the way, going down the stairs quietly until a loud creek is heard. His eyes widen as his heart pumps in his ears.

“C-crap!” He clings onto the box for dear life as a groan comes from his dad’s bedroom. The others stop, listening. A few creeks emerge from the bedroom, until they hear a light switch flicker on.

“Hello?” A voice calls out, “Who the hell is out there? Don’t think I didn’t here y’all upstairs!”

Eric freezes as footsteps approach, he hears Yan out his katana, Wilford click off the safety, and Bing start to whir, preparing his weapons.

“Reveal yourselves now, damn it! I may be an old son of a bitch, but I ain’t a dumb one!”

Suddenly, the room is filled with a bright yellow light. Derek stands in front of the kitchen, only seeing the backs of the mysterious men who have entered his house. He regrets leaving his musket in his room down the hall, but decides that his own muscle will have to do as he walks closer to the stairs and blocks the door.

That’s when he notices who it is.

“Eric?”

His eyes widen for a moment, but then he feels rage— how could his own son, his own flesh and blood, leave him for these.. these freaks?!

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?! After you left me? Left me for these fucking.. freaks?”

And for the first time, he sees his son get angry.

“Y-you have no right! N-no right to call them that!”

“Listen here, young man! I am your father and you treat me with respect!”

“F-father?! Fathers.. fathers protect you! Fathers keep you s-safe! F-fathers l-love you! And n-nature you! Y-you’ve done n-none of that!” Eric straightened out his shoulders, descending down the steps, holding onto mama’s box for dear life. “Fathers g-give you advice! Fathers show you h-how to bake cookies! Fathers s-show you h-how to be a good p-person! Fathers L-LOVE YOU! And you DID— you NEVER DID THAT!”

He shakes as he yells, coming closer and closer to his dad, who backs away, hands in the air, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“A-ALL YOU D-DID WAS HURT ME, D-DAD! S-SO YOU HAVE N-NO RIGHT! NO RIGHT TO CALL MY FAMILY F-FREAKS! Y-YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO C-CALL YOURSELF MY FATHER!”

His chest rises and falls as he digs a finger into his dad’s chest, before finally saying, “Now.. GET out of my way.”

“Who the hell do you think you are, son?”

“I’m Eric. T-that’s who. Eric. And I-I’m not your son, not anymore. I’m taking mama’s box and leaving.”

Derek’s eyes fall on the box, “I thought I destroyed that.”

“N-no, y-you didn’t. Y-you destroyed.. everything else, but I wouldn’t.. wouldn’t let you destroy this.”

“Give that to me.”

“No.”

“I said—“

“And I s-said no. And I said g-get out of my way!”

Wilford steps in, raising pistol, “The boy said move.”

Derek looks into the barrel, swallowing, “F-fine,” he stutters, “that.. that damn box didn’t mean anything anyway.”

He slowly moves away from the door, letting Eric and the others out, the redhead sends him a glare, along with the orange glowing robot. He never learned their names, when he used to work for Wilford, and he never plans to.

Eric breathes in the cool night air, trying to calm himself down as he walks to papa’s pink Cadillac, heart pounding. Wilford unlocks the car, and Eric sits in the back with Yan, while Bing takes the front.

“What’s in there, anyway?” Asks Yan, as the car starts, engine purring.

Eric smiles, eyes full of tears, and opens the box, revealing a golden necklace, with a locket covered in small opals.

“I-it’s m-my.. m-my mama’s.. mama’s necklace..” he whispers, lips quivering as he opens the locket, revealing a small picture of his mother and brothers, beside a picture of his great grandma and grandmother. “S-she filled.. filled it w-with pictures.. and.. I-it was a-all I c-could save..”

Tears run down his cheeks as he looks at the worn photos, sobbing, “D-dad burned.. burned all the rest.. a-and this was all I-I could save..”

Whimpering, he holds the locket to his chest, thanking them all for helping him, for being so kind.. Wilford had to stop the car, and let himself cry, “Oh Eric, hunny, w-we love you so damn much, of course we’re gonna help you.”

He feels Yan hug him tight, and he can’t help but cry more as his brother comforts him, “I-I.. L-love you all too!”

Eric breathes heavily as he sobs, practically unable to see through the tears as he cries, overflowing with so many emotions— happiness, sadness, gratitude. He can’t help but cry, he’s always been such a sensitive boy, that’s what mama would say, and she’d never insult him about it, instead, she always said it was made him stronger than his brothers. He remembers her always saying, They’ll never be like you, my little magnolia, they’re all too tough. Love won’t be easy for them, but for you, my flower, it will— because you’ll love, love, love, love so much that sometimes you’ll want to explode, just like your mother, loving and loving things.

He sniffs, lifts up his glasses and wipes away his tears, he takes both ends of the necklace and puts it on, Yan helps him close the clasp, smiling.

Eric looks at the picture one more time, before closing the locket, feeling.. as his mama would say after a good happy cry, simply golden.

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