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the-fiction-witch · 1 year ago

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The Hotel Job P1 - P9

Media IRL X 1960's Las Vegas

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster (Gangster / Mofia)

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Flirty Af

Concept Las vegas H

I sat nervously, scanning the motorcars going by many of them impressed with the sounds to match the styling. I sat against the little wooden chair close to the small wooden table I picked up my little coffee cup from its saucer and brought it to my lips in the hope the hot coffee would calm my nerves. I checked the time and saw it was time to go, so I finished my coffee and left a tip under the teacup. Picked up my bag from the ground and began making my way down the street.

I walked down the slightly dirty sidewalk under the glittering lights, the thick smokey air surrounding my every step, even though I was nervous I couldn't be impressed as I walked past the tall dancing lighting signs for hotels, casinos and other such sinful establishments. This place often reminded me of a beautiful Monet painting from afar you could see all the beauty and you have no other desire than to be part of it but the closer you get the more you see the madness.

I had lived in Nevada My whole life and ever since I was little the idea of the signing diamond among the harsh desert seemed like nothing more than a dream, every day the strip got taller, got brighter and more of an intense place.

But god knows I needed a job, and with my skills, I refused to degrade myself as a cocktail girl, much less anything worse.

So I hurried my feet past all the madness of the street until I found the place I had been looking for, at the end of the strip the dark almost black building sat, Like the other places on the strip it too had a large impressive flashing sign to catch the eye of tourists.

It stood tall beside the street with a Circle sign Purple with green lights around the outside and blue for the text;

'The Peacock Hotel, Casino & Spa'

Sitting on top of the sign was a fibreglass Peacock with neon lights for its many tailfeathers so in the dark it would light up with glitter and sparkles moving the feathers in a pattern from hung down by the sign to up showing off and back again.

I passed the sign and walked down the small grass and lamp-lined path up to the large stained glass doors.

Just outside the doors was a man in a grey maintenance jumpsuit with a large brush cleaning off the sidewalk, he saw me perking up moving the cigarette from his lips to behind his left ear.

"To Clean?" he asks

"Uhh no. umm I'm here for the interview."

"ahh" he nods going inside the doors for a moment, I just stood a little awkwardly waiting until the door opened again, he returned to his sweeping and a man in a black suit and green shirt came out.

"Afternoon, Miss Y/l/n." He smiled "Peter Hamstead we spoke on the phone," he says offering his hand I smiled and gave it a polite shake

"Yes Pleasure to meet you" I smiled sweetly

"Come on I'll give you a little tour," he says

"Absolutely" I smiled following him inside to a large impressive entryway with various stained glass windows and impressive corridors.

"The original building here was built in 1953, just as a basic casino floor with some bar space. We have renovated since then first addition was the hotel upstairs, with Sixty base rooms, forty deluxe rooms, Twewty suites, five grand suites" he explained "And then the Three Penhouses on the top two floors." he says

"My my, that's impressive"

"We have three show stages, the large bar and restaurant west side. The Right side is purely spa and pool facilities. Then the garden and of course the Peacock habitat. The downstairs is all the casino and arcade area" He explained as he walked me around the place it was insanely impressive with everything you could imagine the colour palette around the whole place, I even got to see the peacocks but they seemed very angry and like they didn't want to be disturbed. After the tour, he took me to the bar sitting us both at a little table with some paperwork.

"I am sorry about the rush Miss, Our last account manager left in a hurry and given our renovations we are in need of someone who can look over the budget" he explained "It wouldn't normally be me either I'm just staff manager for the hotel and spa but the boss is away not back till next month." He explained

"Busy place then"

"Very busy always, these renovations are throwing us all over the place. Plus of course, the lack of revenue having the whole place closed for two weeks" he explained

We went over the job and my qualifications and such like all going over everything.

"So? If everything is alright with you. I'd love to offer you the position."

"Really?"

"You're more than qualified" he explained "I think you'd be a good fit here"

"Well, Absolutely I'd love to" I smiled, he handed me the paperwork and I happily signed

"Excellent, I'll see you on Monday" he explained

"Thanks so much I'll see you monday" I smiled

I fixed my dress a little and headed inside immediately I saw alot more workmen than yesterday they were everywhere painting, plastering, and doing all sorts of little repairs. I felt a little out of place given all these workmen around until Peter came down.

"hi, Sorry Y/n it's been an utter mess today" he says "Come On I'll show you the office."

"Thank you" I smiled following him up to the offices on the middle floor of the hotel, a long corridor of dark wood with blue and green striped walls, the corridor lined with doors but not a window in sight, without the hotel key fob you couldn't even get to this floor. He led me down the corridor past serval rooms with small silver name labels across them until finally, we reached one of the last doors and he unlocked it with a key and opened it wide offering it to me.

I stepped inside onto the soft freshly cleaned dark blue carpet, blue wallpaper with silver-lined flowers, dark wood shelves full of black folders, a large blue and green sofa, chair and small table, a wooden coat rack by the door and a large desk with a fax machine and phone. A large window to the side overlooked the garden and peacock habitat.

The desk was covered in various receipts and paperwork,

"Good luck." he says offering the key

"Thank you" I smiled taking the key and he quickly left I waited as the door shut and he went down the hall "YES!" I jumped excitedly I set my bag on the table slipping my jacket off putting it on the hook and starting to make the office my own.

I did really like the job here. The first week was nothing but sorting, filing and stapling, noting and organizing until everything was as it should be. As soon as I was done I realized that... Now I don't have anything to do. As soon as a new receipt or a new invoice comes in I file it immediately and sort it all out and then sit for another four hours playing with my desk bird. I spent three hours yesterday just watching the peacocks in their habitat. I had even begun taking to wandering around the building for hours on end and simply return to do what little work had come through in that time. Going around the gardens, the pool, the casino floor, the arcade, the spa, the bar, the stages, slowly but surely I learnt every inch of this place as it slowly got repaired and soon enough I came in one day and the workmen were gone now staff and customers all rushed around madly so I hid myself in the office now with even less to do. At Least it was nice to see the place so busy with staff and paying customers even if it did give the place a thick casino smoke smell. I had even given up waiting around in my office I got so damn bored. I did always jump a little reminding myself when I saw the staff girls in there glittery blue mini dresses that they were staff and not just girls from the vegas strip, there seemed to be this constant steam of people coming and going the hotel never seemed to sleep at all.

I had finished my work for the day so I went on a little walk around the casino, I saw the peacocks as I did almost every day making sure they were okay. I Watched the poolside yoga class for the hotel guests first thing in the morning. I watched people come and go from the main lobby well dressed guests and bell boys all rushing back and forth in this constant dance. I popped by the kitchens greeting the staff there and seeing the special for tonight which was 'Fresh leek soup', 'Cob salad' and 'Catch of the day'. I Watched the tech guys setting up the stage for some performance later tonight I didn't know who it was the sign outside already had the sold-out banner across it. I had avoided the gentleman's lounge of course but watched with joy as children plaid in the arcade and many had the highs and lows at the casino tables. I took my break time in the bar sitting on the small blue chair beside a sofa with a couple yet to check in as they still had their bags, I had myself a coffee from the bar when suddenly I noticed a large fuss at the front doors.

They had of course been opening and closing all day but suddenly many of the staff men fixed their uniforms lining up by the doors as well as most of the staff girls, Suddenly the stained glass doors were pulled open fully and in stepped a sight indeed.

He swaggered confidently onto the blue carpet in well-shined black shoes, a dark blue suit with a black shirt and a light blue tie, silver buttons and cufflinks that caught the light with a glimmer, a large black trenchcoat over him yet only his shoulders as he had not slipped his arms inside, a smirk across his lips, he pulled off his white angled fedora hat with a black band keeping it in his hand revealing a well-fixed flick of blonde hair on his head, he dropped the hat on top of the blue and silver suitcases that were dragged in behind him by a bell boy, as he made his way to the centre of the room speaking with a few of the staff members.

He was followed by a very beautiful girl in a speakeasy-style glittery green dress with peacock feathers coming out the bustle, a dark brown fur or possibly mink shawl around her hung out of her elbows but wrapped around her back, Her blonde hair pinned up in a tight style she too had the bell boys ladened with bags and cases except for the glittery peacock clutch in her hand. She stopped as some guests spoke to her and I noticed her signing things it was then it clicked I had seen her before, she was the face hidden behind sold out tape on the lounge and stage signs, no wonder she was being stopped.

But him he came through to the centre of the room still talking I noticed he was talking to Rodger moving his hand up to pull off his old circular ray bands and set them in his pocket revealing completely his face.

hu. Kinda cute.

As I had finished my coffee mike from the bar came to collect my cup so I asked him "Hey Mike? who are these people?"

"Ohh. That's the boss." He says quickly hurrying off back to the bar.

I hid myself away in the office not wanting to get in trouble not the boss was actually here even if I didn't do much more than watch the pool and habitat from my window until my door knocked.

"Come in" I answered

quickly the door opened to see Rodger with a wide smile "Hey"

"Hi" I smiled

"Boss wants to meet you."

"He does?"

"Yeah come on," he says

I quickly got up and fixed my dress and my hair trying to make myself look presentable giving my perfume on my desk a spritz over myself before I followed him out of my office he lead me down the corridor to the large impressive door at the bottom he knocked twice before pulling the door open to reveal a large office much like my own but bigger with more shelves, more windows that overlooked the pool and strip, more furniture and really little else, but I saw the boss sat in his leather chair phone to his ear, the lady perched on the edge of the desk nail file in hand working on filing her nails while she had her mouth open signing small notes as if warming up her voice, He glanced up seeing Rodger and nodding to him not yet even glancing at me but his brow lowered and his eyes clenched as she did more notes it was very good but he was clearly annoyed by it.

"Ava" he snapped

"I have to warm up Thomas" she replied singing it to him purposely elongating his name

"That's what I built you a practice room for" He replied matching her pitch "so stop doing it in my office"

She huffed and jumped off the desk sauntering her way out of the office completely slightly pouting.

He set the phone down and at last, his attention hit me, I suddenly felt so exposed as he looked me up and down a good three times leaving no inch of me unexplored by his eyes. I almost felt like he was mentally undressing me as a smirk crawled across his lips, but the words that left his mouth were not exactly what I expected

"Who's the broad?"

I very nearly went over to that desk and slapped him!

"Our new accounts manager," Rodger explained

"Really?" he chuckled

"Yes." I snapped

"Whatever so long as you can get that damn office sorted by the end of the week"

"It's already done, and up to date"

"yeah?"

"Yes."

"You're good" He smirked

"I'm good at my job."

"Good. we need more workers like you." he smirked "Thomas Sangster pleasure to meet you" he says getting up and offering his hand I went over and shook his hand making sure to be firm

"Y/n y/l/n, Pleasure."

"I won't keep you, get back to your office" he says sitting back at his desk

"Thank you" I nodded before returning to my office.

I sat in my office dealing with some paperwork when my door knocked

"Come in?"

It quickly opened but I didn't glance up as I was busy with the work.

"I get this feeling, that you don't like me very much?"

I glanced up seeing my boss, Thomas standing at the other side of my desk I hadn't seen him much since he arrived at the hotel honestly I'd mostly been avoiding him "Pardon?"

"You don't like me. Do you?" He says sitting on the chair across from me

"Hard to say I barely know you" I answered returning to focus on the paperwork

"Liar." He chuckled "Go on."

"Go on with what?"

"You barely know me. Ask away maybe then you might not hate me as much"

For a moment I didn't want to humour him but my work was almost done so what else was I gonna do

"Have you always been the boss?"

"The last few years. Took over from my father"

"Where's he now?"

"He and my mother are off cruising around the Caribbean in the family boat. Or well one of them anyway"

"I see." I nodded "Who was she? In your office?"

"Ava?"

"Yes."

"My little sister. She acts as a lounge singer and performance act when we don't have anyone else in, husband works in the spa and runs the sunrise yoga for hotel guests"

"I see" I nodded

"Why? Worried?"

"About what?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it" he chuckled

"Do you like doing the work?"

"God no. I do as little work as possible. Only reason I'm around as much as I am is that I damn live here"

"You do?"

"Yeah, penthouse on the top floor. I live up there when I'm here." He explained

"do you have any interest in the business?"

"No. It's the family business. it funded my lifestyle that's as much of a shit as I need to give. Besides I have my... side ventures. They take up my extra time and let me get out of this place every so often"

"What sort of ventures?"

"You'll find out"

"These side ventures? do funds for them go through the business?"

"There interlinked. But I tend to keep that private from the business accounts."

"I don't mind doing them too."

"don't you?"

"No, give me something else to do. keep all the eggs in the same basket as it were."

"...Okay" he nods with a smirk "I'll get it sent over. but if you're going to do it you have to keep your pretty mouth shut."

"Why?"

"It's personal business. I'd just rather it be kept quiet"

"Fine"

"Good. I'll get it sorted" he says getting up and heading to the door "Ohh one more thing"

"Yes?"

"Lighten up kitten. your cute when you pout but you'd be far more fun if you smiled"

I wondered the casino and arcade floor on my break trying to clear my mind for a while, I had kept an eye on this guy in a grey suit at the poker table as he had been winning a lot and the cost began to get high "Relax he'll leave broke" I heard behind me I turned and saw Thomas coming though from the bar his hands in his pockets

"How can you be so sure? he's good."

"I'm sure kitten" he chuckled

"you should keep an eye out for people like that, kick them out before they win too much. Could be a big hole someone walks out of here with that much money" I explained

"Humm" he chuckled "You ever worked in a casino before?"

"No."

"You can tell. It's cute really how simple it is." he explained

"what if he got up right now and left, he has enough to put a hole in the hotel's funds"

"He won't leave that table."

"won't he?"

"No." He smirked "Walk with me," he says heading towards the table I followed him and he took a seat at the same poker table he tapped the seat beside him so I moved and sat down too. Thomas took a card from his pocket giving it two taps in front of the dealer who nodded to us both giving us each one hundred dollars in the familiar blue and purple chips with the green peacock logo across them, the dealer dealt us both in on the next hand I checked mine and I had nothing but he didn't even check his own he simply bet half of his hundred dollars, I didn't bother this hand, the man who had been winning threw in a few hundred and he won making his pile and smile grow I glared at Thomas a little but he calmly smiled blowing me a little kiss as we got the next hand I had decent cards so I threw a chip in, and so did Thomas even though he still hadn't checked his cards the guy was clearly cocky as he put in a good thousand dollars but

He lost.

Thomas cashed in our chips and smirked getting up so I followed him

I followed him back across the casino floor,

"How did you know he'd lose?"

"Becuase he was thinking with his cock not his head. sure way to lose"

"But how did you know?"

"well, he was of course going to try and show off for such a pretty lady. and I made sure he lost Dealers know when to let people win and let people loose"

"Let them win?"

"They have rules kitten, who wins and who loses. he won't leave the building with more than fifty bucks I guarantee. The boys will make sure of it" he explained

"But- that's cheating."

He chuckled "It's not cheating. It's looking after the house"

"So the casino is cheating people"

"...Come on," he says heading through the casino I followed him through to the arcade until we reached a claw machine of full of plushies "Let me explain something to you kitten. About how our business actually works. Firstly do you know why the glittering strip of Vegas exists?"

"It's Nevada's a tourist trap."

"Correct" he says "But why? Why build a lavish sparkly city in the desert full of gambling and debauchery?"

"...I don't know."

He smirked leaning on the machine "I believe, All humans need risk in our lives. It's sociology no it's primal. We need risk and reward it's why we like guns, rollercoasters and scary movies. When we have risk we fill with adrenaline use to be to get us out of tough situations. But now we live in office jobs and fenced-in cities, Health and safety police took all the risk of life away. But we still need it, still want it that's why theme parks and horror movies are made to cater to that mad lust for risk. And it's not even a modern thing we've done it forever." he explained "You grow up around here?"

"Yes. been here my whole life"

"Then you know Nevada, new Mexico, Los Angeles there full of old mining towns"

"Of course"

"You know how mining towns got built?"

"People fine something to mine built the town around it"

"In short. First someone finds something to mine which will make money, he needs men to work the mine to make more money, and men come wanting the money, the bring their wives, they have kids, and towns establish. But when life's that simple you don't have room for much, these old mining towns made due with tents and holes in the ground till the payload starts coming. And you know what they build? Every mining town from here to Maine has the same stuff. Becuase its the basics what we need to survive. A job to work, to make money. A bed to sleep in. A store to feed you. And a saloon, where you drink and smoke and play cards. For fun and that's your risk. That's a cowboy's rollercoaster"

"I suppose that's true"

"That's why Vegas exists. We're the whole countries saloon kitten" He smirked

"That might be true, but that doesn't mean you should cheat people"

"You ever play one of these?" he asks turning to look into the machine so I moved to the side looking into the machine through the thick glass the claw hung up tightly on its springs the bottom littered with plush toys, they didn't look the best quality but cute all the same

"Of course, fairs and things mostly don't play them down here them seem..."

"Impossible?"

"Yes."

"Clever girl." he smirked "These are for younger ones. or ladies. not as risky as the guys in the casino low-risk low reward. But it works the same as the tables. You ever won?"

"No. never"

"No, but you still play?" he smirked "That's risk, your willing to risk your money for the reward, in this case a cute little plushie for a few coins of loose change" he smirked putting a coin into the machine moving the claw around "but the thing is known ever wins a claw machine and in some way everyone knows that. but we all still play. We all think we can be the one to beat it. Our response is to fight when we are presented with something between what we have and what we want." he explained letting it drop and the claw didn't even try to pick up the plush

"see nothing, the machines are rigged. just like the casino"

"ah ah ah kitten. Not rigged. it is one hundred percent possible to put the claw in the right place to pick up the plushie it is possible. same as it's possible to get a royal flush or red 16. it can be done and while we all know the cards and machines are stacked against us that only makes us want it more." he smirked having yet another go this time the claw picked up the plush but dropped it before he could win I had to admit I held my breath as it picked up and lost it as soon as it dropped "Don't lie to me. the moment that claw picked that plush up you got excited?"

"I did"

"and disappointed when it just let it go before we could win"

"Yes"

"And that's what keeps you playing. You're better judgment says that it's impossible to win, yet part of you wants to take that risk. And seeing it pick it up you were overjoyed that you could win, beat the machine and get your reward. Then heartbroken the moment it denied you. Blame luck. Blame the machine. but it's just business kitten. These plushies cost a cent each maybe less we buy them in bulk from some company across the water, there are practically worthless. And this is a pretty bit of plastic" he smirked tossing me a casino chip which I only just caught "It's not worth anything outside those doors. but in this magical place a throw of those makes you a millionaire, you can buy the whole bar drinks, tip your dancer big, get a suite for the night to live like a king. But really it a bit of plastic that you have decided is worth the risk of your real hard-earned money." he explained "The boys do exactly what the claw machine does, they let people win just long enough to make them happy, make them cocky, convince them they have a date with lady luck."

"Then the claw drops."

"The claw drops. and they start to lose. They won't ever win and the house keeps all the profits. people play until the risk isn't worth the reward any more. Whether that's five bucks in a claw machine or five thousand dollars at a poker table." he smirked going to head out

"but if you always make sure they lose and end with nothing, why does anyone come back?" I asked

"The same reason no matter how many times the claw drops the plushie, you'll keep playing. Becuase a part of you says you can beat it. That's why you let them win first highs and lows just like a rollercoaster" he smirked coming over and putting another coin into the machine "What keeps it alive is the belief you can win"

"But everyone knows it's rigged"

"and everyone knows Vegas is a tourist trap in the middle of the desert" he smirked letting the claw drop it and picking up a particular black cat plush with a small blue bow "But this place is built to make you believe that ordinary people can do the extraordinary here." he smirked as the claw let him win dropping the plush down into the bottom "And Each time someone does manage to get there two cent plushie or wins a hundred plastic chips at poker it fuels the belief for everyone else that maybe they can win too" he explained

"Even though they never will"

"Exactly kitten" he smirked getting the plush from the bottom "That's how the business works, and yes if ever you see someone winning a little too much be sure to let me know. Until then Enjoy the game of it all" he explained "Besides, the hotel and all the other endeavours help pay any house losses no problem" he says "For you kitten. I'll see you later" he says handing me the plush and giving my cheek a kiss before he headed off out

I took the plush and watched him go, before returning my attention to the sofa little black cat with its crooked bow, and I couldn't help but smile.

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ofluminance-a · 1 year ago

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a papercut, or a scrape of an elbow or knee -- that was the extent of the injuries that akane usually received. most were due to her own clumsiness at that. though, those injuries were small little things; miniscule in comparison to the way ran's body looked right now. at the thought, an uncomfortable feeling of worry took hold; seagreen eyes look him over -- maybe, she should stay with him, here, a little while longer?

" oh yeah? " bright eyes lift to catch his smile, and akane shakes her head. " i'm good, thanks. but, i'll -- take your word for it. " she tilts her head down, refocusing her attention as she finishes dressing the last open wound on his arm. she'd tried to be quick with the action, yet akane was sure that ran had caught her own tiny smile: happy that he still had a sense of humor, & relieved he wasn't the other guy.

a brief silence passes, and with it, akane takes a moment to reflect on how different the two of them really were. they live in the same town and yet are from two very different worlds. her day had consisted of: a boss battle, fixing the 'r' key with some duct tape on her dying laptop, and making ran's bento -- and his day? --- well, the red on her hands, spoke for itself. akane shouldn't want to be near him; and for her own good, she probably should stay far away. but, not matter what she does ... she can't. and she doesn't want too, either.

it's his voice that pulls akane from the depths of her thoughts. " hm ? " she even finds herself blinking her eyes a few times before his perfect features come back into focus. " oh! -- no, i .. i just have some practice. i used to do this for kotaru all the time. it's not the games - " she admits with a shrug of her shoulders as she reaches for a damp cloth to wipe her hands clean. as she does so, she glances up, and catches a splotch of red on ran's cheek.

before her hands reach the cloth, one lifts instead, to settle on ran's cheek. on instinct, her small thumb swipes the blood away - as if it was never there at all. a soft smile finds akane; she's never been this close in prominity too him before. and it's here that akane can see the creases of his eyes when he smiles, and before she realizes it, her hand, has lingered. perhaps a little too long, brushing against his cheek. !

!!!! quickly, like a bold of lightning just struck her, akane pulls her hand back and haphazardly dunks both of her small hands into the bowl of water while clearing her throat & mentally kicking herself. " uhh-- yeah, s-sure! we can do that! " looking over her shoulder, akane tries to smile with what courage she has left, as she cleans her hands. " do you ... have a console? i can stay a bit! i mean. - if you want me too. "

ㅤ›› ㅤ@ofluminance asked: ㅤ↪ send "hold still…" for your muse/s to treat my muse/s wounds!

" would you please just hold still?! " with a huff, akane looks at ran from the corner of her sea green eyes, sternly, as her hands slip amongst his wound once more. if he kept this up, she wasn't sure that she'd ever get it bandaged. it was bad enough that she was his bento chef and delivery woman, but now she was going to have to add personal nurse to her list of daily chores for him. this time, with a hint of concern, akane wraps the bandage tight, sealing it with medical tape. " you have to be careful for the next day or so, okay? hey, i'm serious. if that opens back up, you won't need me, you'll need a hospital. " though she may not seem it, akane is worried for ran. it's not every day that when she drops off his bento, she finds him like this. were these gangs really so violent? / sorry not sorry hehe :)

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧�� 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 ��𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧. stranger still is the fact that he lets it happen.

ran doesn't mean to get akane in trouble. he never intended to let her get this closeㅤ───ㅤclose enough to know he bleeds, close enough to see that blood, close enough to smear it all over her hands ( hands that are meant for preparing cute bentos and braiding her hair and playing games in her spare time, like any other normal girl her age should do ), close enough to learn that the infamy of his surname in this world was less gang fights at a parking lot after school and more crime that could only be quelled with a bullet to the chest.

luckily, no guns were involved in this conflict. but pocket knives were much easier to obtain, and a lot more difficult to detect when pulled out at the last second; ran cannot complain, thoughㅤ───ㅤhe's never been one to play by the rules, and he injures more than is injured by weapons brought to a fist fight.

he smiles at her and says, cheekily,ㅤㅤ‘ㅤyou should see the other guy.ㅤ’ㅤㅤ

though quipped as a joke to lessen the gravity of the situation and wipe the worried frown from her face to an exasperated one instead, it's no lie; very few can boast about their feat of injuring a haitani, because any attack landed would be retaliated thrice as severely. the cut on ran's arm was not as incapacitating as the blow his baton had dealt to his opponent's temple, much more silent than the sickening crack of a skull, and he wonders if akane would still want to treat his injury if she knew how he got it.

he continues watching her work, voice playful.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤyou're good at this.ㅤ’ㅤㅤran's less impressed than the words should imply. this is no source of surprise, after all; it made sense that a girl like akane would have gentle hands meant to heal others, not made to injure, like his were... but it does make him wonder when this difference between them began to matter to him at all.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤdid you learn this from your video games? maybe you should let me join you sometime.ㅤ’

#there have been like 3 iterations of this #but here it is at 130am and i am passing out now okay ily bye <3 #⋆ ― ✧ m: akane kinoshita.#⋆ ― ✧ v: flowers aren't always as delicate as they seem. / akane kinoshita. ( tokyo revengers verse. )#ashrifts #do you understand how much serotonin i get from your ran--- AH

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soyouthinkucanwrite · 3 years ago

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July 2nd - Daniel Ricciardo

Based on New Year's Day by Taylor Swift and this request by @spikejonzed

Fluffly, mentions of sex, banter, nothing graphic.

BTW, I don't know how I've never paid attention to this song, it's so so beautiful and honest. I've thought about this concept before though: the "Sunday afternoon effect", when all the excitement of the weekend wears off and you're just hanging out with your friends, laughing about silly stuff, or cleaning up the house after the party. The thing is, the friends that stay till then are the ones you wanna hold on to, and the same goes for lovers. I feel kind of bad... well not BAD but you know, must be hard... when you're famous and rich, to recognize the good ones from the beginning before you give yourself too much away and it's too late.

To be honest with you guys, I think Daniel must feel a bit lonely sometimes. We all do, but to think that people are only interested in you for your fame and money must be tough... something you worked so hard, that you keep dedicating your life to, to think that that thing is the reason for your heartbreak, to your loneliness... It's a two-edged sword, isn't it? Anyway, I wrote this little something with Daniel in mind, hope you guys like it. Hope he finds someone to be like this someday. Hell, hope I find someone to be like this someday. I think everyone deserves that.

Daniel woke up in his bed, no shoes, but jeans and party shirt still on. The light coming through the windows, shining directly on his face, threatening to make his headache even worse. He let out a groan and turned to the side. There's someone on his bed with him. Shit. He just remembered. Last night was the first time he was introducing (y/n) to his friends. His birthday "small get together" (or at least that's what it was supposed to be) was the perfect opportunity for testing the waters and giving the "next step" without making too much fuss about it, after all, they've only been going out for a couple months and with his tight schedule it meant a lot of facetime calls and weekends, but almost no weekdays and routine stuff.

Yet, he was absolutely smitten with her, she was fun and easygoing, passionate about her own work and friends, but still caring and interested in him. They had amazing chemistry, mind-blowing even. But Daniel had lived enough to know that hanging out with someone on the weekends and knowing their best side was one thing, living through daily and mundane stuff was a completely different thing. Where this could go was still a mystery to him and he didn't want to raise too many expectations before he was sure. Still, she looked so beautiful sleeping, a true vision. He tried to remember if something had happened last night, but judging by his clothes still on, and hers as well, he guessed not. As if on cue, she smiled, with her eyes still closed.

"Stop being creepy" she said smiling. "I can feel you watching me sleep"

"You're not even asleep anymore" he smiled and she opened her eyes. He was taken back by her eyes staring directly into his.

"Still creepy though" she laughed, getting closer to him. He held her and they stayed like that for a while.

"Are you ok?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?

"Aren't you hungover, or sick?" he asked again and she laughed.

"Not at all. I have this really weird superpower, you know, I don't get hungover. Ever, actually" she laughed.

"I don't believe you. I have the headache"

"No, it's true. We did drink a lot yesterday, though" she commented.

"Yeah, well, welcome to having Australian friends. No such thing as light drinking with those guys" he laughed but grimaced at the pain in his brain.

"I'll get you something"

"Huh?"

"For the pain" she explained getting up from the bed.

After a while she returned with a pill and a glass of water, passing them to him.

"Thank you, baby" he took the glass, finishing it. "Come back to bed now"

"Your house... like, I'm not even sure if I should tell you to take a look or just pack your essentials and abandon it" she smiled.

"Uhh" he groaned. "I'll call someone later"

"Like a constructor with a wrecking ball?" she laughed.

"It can't be that bad"

"It's bad" she started. "But we can manage it" He looked at her intrigued. "After a shower" she pulled his hand. "Join me?"

"If I ever say no to that question, just put me in an asylum" he said. "I need a kiss though, as motivation" he smirked.

"Noo... I have morning breath"

"What? Me too" he said pulling her down and kissing her anyway. "Uh, no. You're right. Yours is worst" he said laughing while getting up and walking into the bathroom.

"Asshole!" she laughed following him.

They stripped and got into the shower, taking turns in letting the water run through their bodies.

"Come here" Daniel said, putting some body wash in his hands and spreading them over (y/n) body.

"Hum... this feels nice" she said.

"You're so beautiful" he said kissing her shoulder.

"You're so wasted" she laughed lightly.

"Hey! I'm sober. I'm just too tired. Give me a couple hours to recover, and I'll claim my birthday privileges"

"Birthday privileges? It's not even your birthday anymore" she laughed.

"Okay, but first, it's the weekend of, and second, I didn't get any time alone with you yesterday"

"Fair. And what will be your requests, may I ask?" she asked teasingly.

"Humm... you're so creative" he said kissing her. "I'm sure we'll think of something"

They finished the shower after a while, enjoying each other's company and the comfortable silence.

"Did anyone crashed here?" (y/n) asked when they were stepping out of the shower.

"I have no idea" Daniel answered. "I just remembered going to take a nap and waking up this morning. Shit, we didn't... did we?" (y/n) laughed out loud at that.

"Wow! Really, Dan?"

"We did not. I would've remembered"

"Good save. Such a gentleman" she laughed.

"I drank way too much. Sorry. Don't be mad"

"It's fine. I'm messing with you, I don't remember anything either. To be honest, I don't even remember joining you on your 'nap'" she said making air quotes.

"We're the worst hosts" he said getting out of the bathroom and going into the closet to get some clothes.

(y/n)'s heart swelled at the thought of hosting a party with Daniel. There was something so intimate about that statement, so homey.

"You want a shirt?" Daniel asked from the other room, waking her up from her daydream.

"Yeah, sure" she took the shirt, some underwear, and some sweats. Then brushed her wet hair and looked in the mirror. Not a trace of makeup left. She sighed thinking about how falling into a routine with Daniel meant letting the barriers down.

"Alright, snap out of it" she said to herself, getting out of the bathroom and walking outside, to the living room where Daniel was standing rubbing his neck and looking around.

"This is bad" he said when he saw her joining him. There were empty beer bottles and cups all around the living room and balcony, pizza boxes (with half-eaten slices left behind) in the coffee table, party decorations hanging from the ceiling, and the kitchen was even worse, with liquid spilled on the ground and bottles everywhere. There was glitter all over the floor and the couch - someone had brought some of those party poppers, which looked so much fun yesterday, but no so much now. But the best part was the polaroids, left all over the house with the craziest poses.

"Pack your stuff, we're deserting this goddam hellhole" he said and she knew he was joking, he said that about everywhere, but she still shook her head and rolled her eyes, picking a polaroid photo from the ground.

"Everyone had so much fun" she showed it to him. "I loved meeting your friends"

He took the photo from her hand, it was one where (y/n) was sitting on the couch with two of his buddies from Australia, making funny faces while holding cups. He remembered the moment because he was the one who took the photo.

"How's the headache?" she asked him.

"Almost gone"

"Good. So you don't have an excuse. Move your ass, where are the trash bags?" she laughed going into the kitchen.

"Hey! That was very sneak of you" he laughed but followed her anyway.

They spent the next hour collecting bottles, vacuuming glitter, and just cleaning the whole house. Daniel complained the whole time, but in truth, he was very glad to have her there. Sure, he could just ignore the whole mess and hire someone on Monday to clean everything (he probably would still do that anyway, for the heavy cleaning like bathrooms), but it was really nice of her to just stick around, seeming unbothered by the housework. When she finished tying the last trash bag and putting it on the entry hallway she flopped on the couch besides Daniel, who had called it a day some good 10 minutes ago.

"Done?" he asked her.

"I feel like punching you for asking me that" she answered playing annoyed. He lifted his hand in defense.

"What? I did my part!"

"Men" she shook her head. "I'm surprised you haven't complained about being hungry yet"

"Well, I'm starving! Was just waiting to suggest going out, or ordering in"

"Ordering in, please. I don't want to get off this couch any time soon"

Daniel got his phone out to order some food. It was almost noon, so he thought about something like pasta, some carbs would be nice right now. Then he felt (y/n)'s head drop on his shoulder, her hand caressing his arm. It was such a sweet gesture, so understated, he just stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"What?" she looked at him.

"I'm really glad you're here. Thank you"

"It's nothing" she smiled.

"I don't mean the cleaning. Well, that too. But just, thank you for being you and wanting to hang out with me, you know, after the party"

"I'll always wanna hang out with you, partying or cleaning bottles" she said and leaned in to kiss him. "Happy birthday old man" this made him smile through the kiss.

"Thank you, young lady" he said still smiling. "Let's feed you now, yeah?"

"Please! Let's get some carbs on this house!" she smile.

"Hey, guys!" (y/n) and Daniel looked up to see Luke, one of Daniel's buddies walking out of the guest bedroom.

"Dude! I didn't know you were here" Daniel laughed.

"Yeah, just woke up. Definitely wasn't hiding in the bedroom waiting for the cleaning end to get out" he grinned making (y/n) and Daniel laugh.

"You know what? Just for that, you're going downstairs to pick up the food when it gets here, and taking out the trash!" (y/n) teased him, tossing a pillow from the couch at him.

Daniel just observed while his friend and his girlfriend joked and laughed. He thought about how right now he was enjoying a feeling of contempt that wasn't really natural or much appreciated by professional athletes, but this time felt right to indulge in it. He felt safe like someone's got him, finally. He took (y/n) hand on his and squeezed it three times, he knew this was already a good thing, something to last. She looked at him, she knew exactly what he meant.

#Daniel Ricciardo #Daniel Ricciardo fic #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #daniel ricciardo oneshot

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yesokaythatsfine69 · 4 years ago

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Pretty Boys (Levi Ackerman X Eren Yaegar x Jean Kirstein x Reader)

Description: Why want one when you could have them all? The boys fight over you, so in your frustration you give them an ultimatum, one they really can't refuse.

Character(s): y/n, Eren, Jean, Levi, Mikasa, Armin, Hanje

POV: 2nd person

Warning(s): fluff, angst, cursing, you're a sexy queen

A/n: hello! New year's is coming up so as a new year's gift I give you this. I couldn't decide if I wanted to do smut for this or if I wanted to do a sequel of some sort but I think unless it's requested this'll do. This will be my last work for Attack on Titan. Again, feel free to request anything abt it though.

Word count:

Song: nowhere to run by stegosaurus rex

*none of the gifs used are mine, full credit goes to the maker.

You tugged your hair back, fingers nimbly working to tie the strands of your hair back into a proper pony tail. Sweat dripped from your neck, the summer weather taking a toll on your body and your work. You fanned yourself, huffing out a sigh.

"Taking a break?" You turned, coming face to face with Jean. He had the reigns of his horse in his right hand, leading the animal to where you stood, by the training area. He smiled, seemingly unfazed by the sweltering heat.

"I should ask you the same thing. Where have you been?" You crossed your arms, getting yourself prepared for whatever lackluster answer Jean was about to provide. Jean simply handed you the reigns, gently taking your hand and pressing the reigns into your palms.

"I've been taking care of the horses, believe it or not they like to bathe too." You huffed at his answer, but looked up at him and raised the reigns questionably. "What is this?" The brown eyed boy smiled again, crossing his arms. He leaned against the animal causally, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "This is Ren. She's new and needs a rider. So, I was thinking..."

You broke out into a wide smile. During the last mission, a particularly brutal one, you'd lost your horse. You loved that animal- he'd gotten you out of serious trouble in the past. Always faithful until the end...that had nearly torn you apart, as nothing was more villainess to you than to kill an innocent animal.

Before you could stop yourself you practically tackled the blonde, pulling him into a tight hug.

You and Jean had been close since the battle for trost, the two of you working side by side after being assigned the same squad. After giving pleasantries neither of you seemed focused on maintaining a friendship beyond just surviving- that was until you'd lost him.

Jean had gone missing in the chaos, you searching roof tops and buildings until finally you found his figure, hunched over.

You remember how badly he shook, tears streaming from his brown eyes. "Jean?" He hadn't spoken a word to you, but he hadn't needed to. You took his face in your hands and forced him to look at you.

You delivered a breathing technique that you'd taught yourself when you got nightmares after the wall fell. You waited until his breathing evened out and he seemed to be in a better headspace before you hugged him, gently.

Your kindness caught him off guard- especially for someone going the scouts- but he never forgot it.

Your grip tightened around him, practically squeezing the life out of him. "Oh Jean! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You couldn't see it but his cheeks were as red as cherries and his eyes were as wide as saucers. "Uh, yeah. No- no problem."

"Oi, what the hell are you two doing?" The sound of your captains voice rang through the field and you gently let go of your comrade. "Jean got me a new horse!" You squealed at your stone faced commander, who's eyes were narrowed at a still blushing Jean.

"That's very kind of him. Especially since I wasn't aware he was able to give away our horses." Jean straightened, his eyes still wide. "Well, no not technically, I just- the horse needed- needed an owner and since...ya know, I figured." Levi just stared at him, an eyebrow raised. "Tch, you are an bumbling idiot, but as long as y/n's happy with it?" You nodded empathically.

"Uh, thank you, sir." Jean stuttered again, and Levi rolled his eyes. "Shut up." "Right, right. I better go...clean something." Jean cast one last glance in your direction before he left, leaving the horse in your care.

Levi watched him go as you turned to Ren, softly petting her snout.

Gently a hand reached out beside you, joining in in stroking the horse. "She is very lovely, I'll give him that." You smiled at Levi's words.

"Maybe someday I'll let you ride her." You laughed, turning suddenly. You hadn't realized though how close the two of you had gotten when he reached over your shoulder to pet Ren, and suddenly the two of you were mere inches from one another's faces.

Your eyes widened at the degree of closeness, until Levi's own gaze flickered to meet yours. You smiled at him and his lips upturned the slightest. You opened your mouth to speak but once more you were interrupted with the arrival of a cadet. "Captain Levi, sir! Commander Erwin requested your presence for a meeting about-"

Levi waved him off. "Tch, save it, I'm coming." Levi turned back to you but jumped a little when the cadet spoke again, obviously having figured he'd be leaving. "Captain Levi, I was told to escort you." Levi's expression was tense, but his voice remained eerily calm. "Do you want a gold star, brat? I said I was coming." Levi began his way to the cadet, who seemed much less sure of himself.

"Oh, captain Levi!" You yelled after him, waving your right arm in the air. The two paused both turning in your direction. "Don't forget I'll see you tonight to help you finish the paperwork over the last scouting mission." Levi nodded, his face less tense.

At their leave you also turned, bringing your new horse with you and heading to the stables.

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Your clutched your tray, dodging around the people who stood and talked in the lunchroom. You searched for Eren, and found him, the boy waving his hand into the air to catch your attention in the crowded room. You smiled, making your way over and putting your tray down directly beside him.

Armin and Mikasa were already there, talking about something that happened on a recent mission. Eren grinned at you when you say down, his green eyes brightly shining in the lunchroom a light.

"How was training today, y/n?" Eren asked as he handed you his piece of bread. The two of you often shared food, and by now it had become second nature to do so.

You met when you were especially young, living only a few houses down from each other. You'd play, daydream, and defend Armin together. Although you were much more mild mannered- something Eren teased you about- you got along quite well. The two of you brought out an especially different side of one another.

But there was something the two of you shared deeply to your core and it was the need to protect. You'd both do whatever you could to protect those you cared about. It showed, but just in different ways. Armin often joked that you were the mother figure of the group and Eren the father.

You never noticed how bright Eren's cheeks turned.

"It went really well. Jean got me a new horse." You took a bite of bred, missing the way something dark passed over Eren's eyes.

Damn him.

Eren kept his smile as he leaned into you a bit, remaining his usual self. "Oh? Then you'll be back to riding with us soon." You shared his smile. "Yeah, as long as Levi approves. I'll be ready to kill some Titan's." Your enthusiasm caused Eren to blush, and he looked down at his watery soup. "Good, good."

He brought his spoon to his mouth, about to eat when Jean's voice thundered behind him. Immediately he straightened, but kept his body still for the main part. "Y/n, how are you liking Ren?"

Jean arrived behind you, tray in hand, and a sly smile on his face. Instantly you tapped the empty seat on the other side of you, wordlessly inviting him to sit down. He did so, and you turned away from Eren who noticably tensed.

"Yes! She's so lovely. I really can't thank you enough, Jean." As you spoke you placed your hand on his knee, Jean watching your movements intensely. His cheeks blushed as he met your kind eyes, an aw shucks expression on his blushing face. Meanwhile, Eren rolled his eyes on the other side of you, clearly finding this act overdone.

"Y/n," Eren caught your attention again, and you shifted from Jean back to your green eyes friend. "Since tomorrow's our day off, I was wondering if you'd like to practice some new techniques before you start going on missions again."

You opened your mouth to respond but before you could do so, Jean interjected. "You really think y/n would want to spend her day off training? Especially with a titan?" Eren answered him, but kept his eyes on you. "Spending the day training together is a great use of time, especially since she hasn't been in the field for a bit. Regardless of whether or not I'm a titan- the two of us still share the same goal-"

Jean laughed bitterly. "Oh can it, Titan boy. You just wanna spend the day alone with y/n." Now it was your turn to blush. "Uhh...guys."

Eren rolled his eyes. "Well at least I'm man enough to ask her to spend the day with me, unlike you, who'll just follow her around like a dog on a leash." Immediately the two stood up, bringing their faces inches apart. "Did you just call me a dog, Yaeger?" "You called me Titan boy."

You stood, turning to Mikasa and Armin who were watching with confusion as Jean and Eren engaged in a heated argument, in which neither were completely sure what it was about. "I'm gonna go, but if they calm down please tell them I'm open to spending my day off with both of them." "Sure thing, y/n." "Yeah, of course."

You side stepped the two boys and left the lunchroom, deciding that now was as good of a time as ever to go work with Levi to finish paperwork.

You left the lunchroom, making your way to Levi's office. You cast one last glance at Eren and Jean's figures. Biting your lip you hummed, and moved on, a dangerous new gleam in your eye.

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"Why you little-" "Hey, where did y/n go?" The two boys pulled apart, casting wide glances around them. Eren found Mikasa. "She left a little bit ago, Ereh." Jean spun around. "You scared her off!" Eren glared at the blonde. "I scared her off? You're the one who-" Mikasa continued, "She did say that she wanted the spend her day off with both you, though."

Jean frowned and Eren's brow furrowed. The two shared a new type of look- one of confusion. Then they separated, still carrying the same tense jealousy as before but now it was dulled by confusion and a strange satisfaction. "Fine by me." "Sure, whatever."

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You stopped in front of Levi's office door. Calmly, you knocked and waited for the captain to call out to you.

"tch, come in brat."

You opened the door, smiling gently at Levi's tired expression. He had stacks in front of him and it reminded you fo the first time you started helping him finish paperwork.

One night you were sent by Hanje to deliver some files to the scout leader, and you had knocked several times, none gave you an answer. Your curiosity had gotten the better of you and you let yourself in.

Levi was asleep over his desk, hair covering his face. He had to have been out cold, and it had absolutely surprised you, since you knew Levi barely ever slept let alone in the middle of doing something important. But there he was, dead asleep in front of you.

You first smiled, noticing how pretty he looked when he wasn't stressed or tense. Peaceful had been a good look on him.

You wouldn't dare wake him up as any other "brat" would've, instead your slipped some papers out from under him and began working.

You were driven by efficiency, and often if you wanted something done you wanted it done now, so it was easy to get through the paperwork- each answer meticulous and to Levi's liking.

After he woke up several hours later to you working quietly beside him, the two of you enjoyed quiet nights of paperwork, working side by side and talking in between.

Today, Levi was awake, but looked exhausted as he sat at his desk. He was illuminated by a single candle, and two cups of tea placed side by side claimed the edge of the table.

Your captain nodded to them. "Don't worry, I made the tea this time. I'm never trusting Hanje with the pot ever again." You snorted, carefully picking up a cup and sitting in front of Levi. "It wasn't that bad."

"tch, it wasn't even black." You hummed, taking a sip. He handed you stack, making sure you had enough room to work. "you, know, there's this bakery in town I think you'll really like. They have the best bread. It'd go so well with your tea."

You spoke while you worked, filling in each blank efficiently. "In town?" You nodded. Levi didn't like going out often, the thought was quite unappealing, unless... "Tomorrow's a day off, isn't it?" You hummed.

"tch, take me there tomorrow then." You looked up. "I don't know if I'll be able to, I have plans with Jean and Eren." Levi resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "They'll be busy tomorrow." You frowned. "What? But tomorrow-" "They have stable duty all day tomorrow."

You stopped working and Levi looked up to meet your gaze. "What? What for?" Levi's face remained expressionless as he explained, giving you a long shpeal about them needing to learn to work together better and that the best way to do that was for them to spend that day cleaning.

Satisfied with himself Levi moved on, going back to work. You were still stunned. "Where in town is this bakery?" When you didn't reply he looked up, gently tapping your forehead. "Oi, pay attention, brat." You blinked away your confusion before rejoining in conversation with Levi.

Before long you two had switched to several different subjects and when you finally finished working the tea pot had become completely empty.

You stretched out your arms as Levi rubbed his eyes. "Well, that's all of it." Your breathed, crossing your arms over your chest. "tch," Levi laughed without humor. "For tonight." You smiled and lifted yourself up. "For tonight." You got to the door, before turning back to Levi.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then?" In the darkness of the room you could've sworn you saw Levi smile. "Tomorrow."

The door opened and closed softly and Levi waited until he could no longer hear the soft padding of your feet before he lifted himself up from his desk and carried his tired body to his room.

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Eren was practically stomping when he left his room. Another cadet had delivered the news of his punishment, and each step Eren took seemed angrier than the last.

Eren loved you- loved you since you two had met outside of your home, just a few doors down from his own. You seemed less edgy than he- less angry and more gentle. It shocked him, but it also lured him into your caress.

For a long time you were his best secret, and it was definitely selfish of him- but...the thought of losing you caused his fists to clench.

Losing you to titans was one thing- and losing you to Jean Kirstein was a completely different thing. Improbable, impossible, and definitely not happening.

Eren entered the stable and saw that he had beat Jean there. He grabbed a broom and immediately began sweeping, hoping to burn off some steam before the arrival of Jean and Levi.

Jean was slow in every single movement. It was his day off, goddamnit and instead of spending it with you, he was spending it with Eren. He scoffed in disgust. Captain Levi's plan to somehow teach them team work was definitely going to give someone a black eye- and Jean just knew it was going to be him.

He just wanted to spend some time with you- and maybe Eren was right- he did follow you around like a puppy, but that was because he really really really liked you. Okay he kind of loved you.

You've always been there for him, especially when Marco died. You've even met his mother before. Jean doesn't allow many people into his private life let alone share the parts of him he's buried deep under a shell of heat and anger.

But somehow you were able to worm your way in.

Jean sighed at the door of the stable. He opened it and directly in his eyeline stood Eren, who had already begun sweeping.

They stared at each other.

"Where's the mop at?"

Levi had been having a pretty fair day- which was saying a lot. He was going to met you at the front part of building but before then he'd figure he'd check up on the two brats he'd put on stable duty.

Sure, maybe the reason he sent them on stable duty was for more selfish reasons then helpful ones. But Eren and Jean's apprehension to one another annoyed the hell out of him, not to mention he enjoyed causing a little innocent chaos where his cadets were concerned.

At the root though was you. Those brats saw you day and night, 24/7. He had noticed they way they looked at you, the way Eren refused to be with any other squad or person unless you were there, the way Jean seemed to follow you around.

That also annoyed the hell out of him. Of course boys in love was something he'd seen many times before.

However he'd never experienced it himself- that was until you came.

He quickly understood that it was your nature to be caring, gentle, and protective. That wasn't what caught his attention, actually.

What caught his attention was the way you worked- your focus, attention, drive. It was all surpremely attractive to him. He'd seen gentle and caring people die too often. Their nature being the reason for it.

But you held yourself differently. You had something more calculated driving you, and you weren't just another person Levi had to worry about.

That combination of skill and personality made Levi comfortable and much less tense.

He walked into the stable, seeing the two men begrudgingly work to clean the floor.

"Oi, brats, you missed a spot."

At the sound of his voice they turned, jumping to salute him.

"I'll be back around five, so that should be enough time for this shithole to be spotless."

"Yes, sir."

"No problem, Captain Levi."

He turned.

"Wait, captain!" Eren's voice caused him to turn back around albeit a bit threateningly. "What, brat?"

"Where are you going?" Eren was well aware that Levi rarely left- if ever during a day off so the Captain's sudden departure worried him- was there a titan problem he should know about?

Levi smiled to the shock of his cadets.

"Oh, I'm going on a date."

He turned.

"With y/n."

He left, the door swinging close behind him.

Jean and Eren watched him go, frozen in place at his words.

"You've got to be kidding me."

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A/n: thanks for reading! Remember requests are open and criticism is always welcome.

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anime-boy09 · 3 years ago

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Sukuna X Fem!reader lemon

Synopsis - You live in a house with Megumi, Nobara and Yuji Itadori/Sukuna. You understand Yuji and Sukuna do switch out while having the same body, and it is no big deal. Yuji is pretty fun to be around and you enjoy his energy. Whenever Sukuna is out, he always gets a little handy. This is a college au but everyone can still use their cursed arts.

NSFW Warning: 18+, some holding down stuff, overstimulation, dominant!sukuna, teasing, smut, vaginal stuff, edging, some butt stuff? Very little though.

Note: uhh, this is my first time writing stuff like this XD so bear with me!

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It was a long day for you. College studies and work. The skies were dark by the time you got home and you were ready to relax.

You noticed Yuji come out of his room, looking sleepy.

“Oh, [your name] you’re home! Whats up??” He bounced over to you.

“Hey Itadori, well...pretty freaking beat but I’m alright.” You take your jacket off and hang it on a hook. Then, you made your way to a couch and plopped down on it.

“Worked ya’ hard today, huh?” He entered the kitchen that was nearby, opening the fridge to search for a good snack.

You nodded. Your job wasn’t necessarily a difficult one, but a busy one. You worked at a local coffee shop near the college you attended. Because it was on campus, it was always full of students and teachers alike.

“I’ll probably take a shower soon and then head to bed for the night..” You checked your phone for a bit, searching through messages and notifications.

Yuji made a muffled sound as he was munching on some melon bread he found in the fridge.

“Shounds good! (sounds good)” He finished eating the bread quickly before continuing.

You put your phone away and stared at him intently. “No peeking this time!”

He got flustered and looked away pouting, “Was not even my fault!! Booo....”

You wagged a finger at him and stood up from the couch. He was cute when he pouted. You giggled and then headed towards the bathroom door, opening and closing it behind you. You made sure to lock the door.

Definitely don’t need any surprises tonight.

You started undressing from your work uniform. You pulled your pants down along with your panties. Then unbuttoned your shirt and slid it off to reveal your blouse and bra underneath.

The cold air felt nice on your warm skin. You finished undressing and set the clothes aside to a corner of the bathroom. You then turned on the shower and made sure it was set to a warm setting.

After a moment, you stepped into the shower and slid the shower door closed. The water hits your skin like a breath of fresh air. You sat under the water for a moment and then took some body wash to scrub your skin down.

You washed your arms and chest first. Your breasts weren’t too big of an issue, but sometimes it made your upper back hurt. You moved to your stomach and sides, humming along to a popular song that was stuck in your head.

The doorknob jiggled from the outside, though you did not hear it at first. You continued to wash your legs and hips, your body relaxing. It jiggled again and you stopped to look towards the door through the tinted glass.

“Don’t even think about it!” You called out, worried that Yuji was attempting to get into the bathroom. You knew Yuji was kind of a perv, but you also thought he was adorable at the same time. Maybe you had a slight crush on him..but now’s not the time to be thinking about this!

That other part of him was a force to be reckoned with. You know he’s a curse who is technically Yuji too. But...he’s also different.

He’s not afraid to be forward and blunt. He’s made nasty comments about your “innocent” body here and there. Although they were uncalled for remarks, you could not lie about how it made you feel.

Was it because he was a thousand year old demon? A deity that can take you down. You bit your lip a little.

“Oh! Snap out of it…!” You told yourself and patted your cheeks, flustered. Sukuna was also technically Yuji.

Yuji and you were pretty good friends too...

The doorknob did not jiggle again and the only noise came from the shower.

You were not sure about what the noise was. Maybe it was your imagination playing tricks?

You sighed, too tired for this shit. You continued to wash your face and hair. It was quiet for a time being.

“You think you can lock yourself away? Naughty girl.” The sultry sound of someone's voice whispered in your ear from behind.

You whipped your body around but no one was in the shower with you. Confused, you covered your body up with your arms.

“Y-You better not be in here!!” You growled through your teeth. You heard a deep, lavish chuckle from inside the bathroom.

“But, I am displeased at this moment. Do continue cleaning that dedicant body of yours.” His voice was velvety and rich with pleasure.

You blushed and put your hand on the door handle to keep it closed.

“H-how did you even get in here??” You stuttered out, covering your chest with a free arm.

The voice laughed and sucked his teeth before replying.

“Were you thinking of me? You’re so flustered. Also, I am not a feeble human like you are. I have my ways” He put his hand on the shower door, and you could see the shadow of his body.

The shower door flung open and there stood what looked like Yuji standing outside the shower. His pink hair was pushed back, thick tattoos lined his face and his eyes were crimson red.

You squeaked and covered yourself, embarrassed.

“Now, [your name] there is no need to be modest.” Sukuna entered the shower with you after taking off his shirt. He left his shorts on for the time being.

You backed up into a far corner of the shower, intensely blushing. Perhaps you have thought about moments like this one before.

But you never thought it would come into fruition like this!

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as Sukuna came closer to you. His eyes scanned over your wet, naked body. It felt as if he was looking straight through you. Feeling you up without doing so.

Your body stood frozen by the corner. You wanted to push him out and yell at him, but you felt hypnotized. Your eyes didn’t meet his.

“G-get out! I-i’m…!” Before you could reply, he reached out to grab your chin to force you to look at him.

“Poor little lamb. Cowering in the corner...Look at me. I know your body yearns.” His lips pull into a grin.

You were kind of turned on by this..shit. You thought to yourself. You’re playing into him...but you can’t stop.

You try to move away from his grasp. Sukuna let go of your chin, only to grab your wrists and pin them above your head.

You were now fully exposed to the King of Curses. You squeaked when you realized your body was up for grabs.

“Let go! you!...Ah!” You tried to yell at him, but his free hand started fondling your body.

“Many nights, I wanted to do this. In the bed, in the living room...but this prison of a brat traps me. It’s so disappointing…”

You bit your lip so nothing would escape. “W-why not go for Nobara or something??” You look at his eyes this time, as they gazed upon your own.

“Her? That crazy bitch? Don’t make me laugh.” His grip tightened your wrists. With a smirk, he pinched one of your wet nipples which made you gasp.

“That’s what I like to hear instead. Come on, louder.” He pinched harder which made your body

You flinch away from his touch.

You were stubborn. This demon looking guy was the King of Curses who could easily take you down.

In more ways than one.

You just glared into his eyes, and ceased all noise. This made him impatient. Maybe that was not a good move on your end.

“Oho~? Gonna be tough for me, girlie? Two can play at this game. I will get what I want.” His voice sounded rough and lavish, which sent chills up your spine.

He let go of your wrists, but somehow they were still in place. You were confused by this and attempted to move them forwards. Nothing was budging.

They were being held by his second pair of arms.

“Sukuna! Agh, let me gooo!” You whined, wiggling in the corner. He watched your breasts move about, his gaze moving towards your hips.

The stream of water was still running, drenching your hair. Sukuna’s shorts were getting wet and you swore you could start seeing an outline of something...big.

He moved to press his lips against your soft skin, starting at your stomach and going lower...and lower….

You could squeeze your legs shut, but it was no use. His large hand was pressed into your thigh, keeping it firmly in place.

The next thing you knew, his soft tongue was pressing into your womanhood. Your body shivered and you let a small whine out of your mouth.

“Ahhh, you’re already drenched. Dirty girl. You’re in luck..I’m hungry.” He said the last part with an evil chuckle and continued to drag his rough tongue up and down your folds.

This was a new feeling to you. Of course you’ve had sensual activities before, but nothing like this.

Your hips move by themselves against his tongue. Damn, this felt good, you thought to yourself.

There was no hesitation in his movements. He grabbed your ass tight too which made you moan out.

“Stay put, girlie! Damn!” He slapped your ass which made you squeak from that too. You whined and tried to keep your hips still. “Ugh, let me do what I want” He shot a glare up at me with his red eyes.

You met his gaze with your own glazed eyes.

He kept lapping at your womanhood and started focusing on that little button of yours. This made your back arch against the back of the shower. You shook your head from how sensitive it was.

This only made Sukuna want more of you.

He began to suck on it harshly without a break. You gasped and whined against the shocks that boiled up in your stomach.

“S-sukuna..~” You moaned out unconsciously. He smirked and then pulled his face away from your womanhood.

“What is it, you little slut? Want more? You’re going to have to beg.” He dug his nails into your thighs and dragged them.

Why is he so good at this?! You thought to yourself, your body shuddering.

“N-no…! I-I don’t…” You looked away from him and bit your lip. This was not the answer he was looking for from you. He frowned and slapped your ass, putting his hand right in the middle, lifting one of your cheeks. You squeaked from the sudden slap.

You felt something wet and thick enter your behind, teasing the other hole.

You audibly gasped and wiggled from the feeling. What was this?!

Sukuna had two arms holding your wrists up, one on your behind and another holding your leg up. He moved closer to your face with an evil smirk.

His hand had opened a mouth and extended a tongue between your cheeks.

“...I said, beg for it, slut.” His tongue on his hand didn’t go deep, just enough to drive you crazy. It kept gliding past this second hole and your entrance ever so gently.

Your hips attempted to follow the lapping tongue’s movements but it was just close enough to every sensitive bit down there to irritate you. You moved your hips around and whined at the roughness of the tongue.

“P..please…” You panted out, your body quivering.

“Please...what?” He pulled his hand away from your behind and the mouth disappeared on it. He grabbed your face with it.

“Please s-sir....b-but..out of the shower?” You wanted more. The shower water was increasingly annoying.

Sukuna rolled his eyes and picked you up in his arms abruptly. You had no time to react. He booked it to your bedroom and slammed you down on the bed angrily.

“You’re fucking lucky no one else is here right now..” He growled and pushed your knees up to your chest to continue his meal.

“What-! Ahh~...” You whined out, feeling his warm mouth back onto your folds. His grip was so strong that you could barely move. Everything was tingling and sensitive.

He then slid two fingers inside of your entrance, moving them violently in and out of you. You practically screamed at the sudden movements inside your walls.

“Yeah? I want to hear more, (Your name).” His long fingers hit every inch of your insides, and it felt so good. Your womanhood was quivering and you felt like you were getting close.

“S-sukuna...I-i’m going t-to-” You could barely speak but those were the words that were stuttering out. He smirked again and took his fingers out.

Your body was trembling with anticipation, waiting for a release. You were just about to come when he stopped. You pouted and looked at Sukuna, wondering what his plan was.

“You are not allowed to have all the fun. My turn. Flip over.” He barked at you. You flipped your body over onto your knees, looking up at him.

He dropped his shorts and stood menacingly in front of you; his gaze was intimidating to you.

His member was...intense. He pushed it against your lips. “Open them.”

You obeyed him and opened your mouth. He grabbed the back of your head and moved it up and down on his member. You whined against his size and started sucking properly.

Sukuna leaned his head back and groaned at the feeling of your warm mouth.

“Mm...you feel hot, [your name]...” He breathed deeply as you wrapped your tongue around him.

You had no control over your head at first. His cock was forcing itself in and out of your small mouth, close to your throat. This made you gag and want to pull away from him. He stopped briefly and let you move your head to the side to cough.

“I-i’m sorry...ack!” your own spit was running down your chin, as you looked up to him like a puppy dog. Tears glistened the corners of your eyes. Sukuna raised a hand to your cheek and pushed them away with his thumb.

“Don’t cry on me...I should be apologizing…!.” a softer voice spoke. It sounded like Yuuji’s. His eyes looked apologetic, but turned on. He didn’t appreciate Sukuna throwing you around but, what could he do? When the Lord of Curses was in this hot and heavy mood, nothing changed until he was finished.

The hand that nicely rested on the side of your cheek, then grabbed your mouth and squeezed your face together.

“Why did you stop? Because your small mouth can’t handle my cock?” He scuffed at you. “I know what can though” He smirked and your eyes widened, shaking your head.

“P-please...n-not there!” Your blush intensified. You have done it before but with his size...there’s no way!

Sukuna pushed you over and spread your legs. He was about to push himself in when you stopped him. “Wait! Protection!” You motioned to a nearby dresser and he rolled his eyes.

“Seriously? You don’t want to bear my offspring?” He chuckled and you narrowed your eyes at him. “How disappointing…fine, I will listen to you this time, on one condition. Make a deal with me beforehand.”

You gulped and leaned up onto your elbows. Making a deal with a demon seems sketchy, especially in the predicament you are in right now. “... what’s your deal?” You replied cautiously.

“I will wear protection...if you let me go hard and do what I need to do.” He ran a finger along the inner side of your thigh. This made you shiver. You are definitely not walking straight after this.

You bit your lip and nodded “O-okay..” You felt your body heat up as he went to put on a condom. Once he was back, you had moved to your stomach, butt up in the air for him.

He didn’t care what position you were in, he just wanted to be pleasured. He grabbed your hips and pressed his member against your entrance.

“It’s gonna be so good, girlie. You’ll want more” He then pushed in without a second thought. You barely had time to get used to it as you moaned out.

Your legs trembled at the feeling of his girth stretching you wide. You wondered if Yuji was able to feel this as well...you felt embarrassed for a second. It didn’t last long because Sukuna started going fast and hard into you.

You squeaked and then started moaning with every push, your mind melting away. He grunted, feeling your insides squeeze and pulse around his member.

“T-too….fast!” You managed to whine out as you squeezed the sheets. He replied with a slap on your ass. You yelped out, taking that as a warning to keep quiet.

. You made a deal with him and that deal stands until he releases.

The thrusting continued, on and on...your mind felt like jello. You moaned and whined with each passing push.

Your body started to tremble from the amount of times you’ve come. You attempt to pull yourself away from his grasp and he notices.

“...where are you heading to...slut?” He panted and grabbed your arms, pinning them behind your back. With those arms he brought you to sit up on your knees.

Sukuna slowed his pace and whispered in your ear seductively. “...ohhh [your name]~ your pussy makes me feel soooo good.” His tongue glided up your sensitive ears, your heart skipping a beat.

“That’s a good girl. Obey me…” He had all four arms out once again, like he did in the shower. This meant he had more control over your alluring body. He reached around your body with curious hands, one landing on your breast and another by your cunt.

You gasp at the feeling of hands assaulting your overstimulated body. He cupped your breast in his hand, giving it a loving squeeze.

“...Say my name.” The wandering hand by your cunt began to tease your button. The one part of your body that seemingly shut you down whenever it was pleasured.

You shook your head, moaning out “No! S-sukuna..!” Your hips swayed from side to side, in over to avoid his fingers. His hips moved faster, holding you in place with your arms forcefully.

“Don’t make me angry...little girl~. I have many plans for you.” His thrusts grew impatient as he quicked his hips once more. He was growing close and you could tell.

His sultry moans were echoing the room with your own voice. He continued to spin his finger tips around the top of your clit, teasing your hood.

He pinched and twisted your little button within his quick fingertips, sending continuous moans out your mouth.

The wave of overstimulation crept up your spine and into your stomach.

You had no time to react to letting yourself squirt all over the sheets. You came over his cock, making your walls squeeze tightly against him. This made him groan and lose himself a little.

“[your name]....o-oh yeah…!” He came into the condom and held you close to his glistening body. He dug his sharp teeth into your shoulder, breaking the skin. You gasped from the bite and felt his member get warm on the inside.

He let go of your bruised shoulder and pulled out of your sore cunt. Your sore body fell to the bed, quivering and panting. Sukuna groaned and tossed the filled condom into a nearby trash.

You were gonna feel this one tomorrow for sure. You squeezed your eyes shut and relaxed for a moment. Sukuna saw that you weren't getting up or moving right away and leaned down into your face.

"Yo girlie, you good? This brat is worried." He motioned to himself, meaning Yuji. You slowly nodded and replied, "y-yeah...just need a second..."

He sighed and plopped down on the bed next to your body.

"w-what are you doing...I said i'll be okay.." You looked over to him, laying next to you. Without looking, he grabbed the back of your head and forced it into his chest.

"Just stop talking."

You weren't expecting this...kindness? He was so rough a moment ago and now he's a different person. Maybe Yuji's yelling at him? It didn't matter now...all you wanted to do was rest, if only for a moment.

#jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #anime #jujutsu kaisen smut #sukuna x y/n

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tommydarlings · 4 years ago

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When i was your girl

pairing: Tom Holland x singer!reader

warnings: suicide, character death, sad and just heartbreaking

w/c: 1.4k

Requests: OPEN

Summary: After y/n´s heartbreaking Music Video, Tom decides to fix it all because it isn´t to late, right?

that is the part 2 of “Grenade” :)

Music Video -> tap here

masterlist

"You have to find her and talk to her Thomas" Nikki said in a quiet voice to her son. "What if she doesn't let me talk to her?" he replied. "She will," said Dominic, who was sitting on the couch next to Tom and Nikki. "You can't push her away forever for a mistake you made!" Harry shouted. Harry was the most aggressive in the whole thing... but he also had a good reason for it. You were his only friend he had trusted with his life, and that's exactly what he lost because of his brother. When he first heard the news, he wanted to kill Tom, but he held back because he knew that's not something you'd want.

The TV ran in the background when the whole Holland family was still trying to make Tom realize that he needs to talk to her urgently, otherwise he will never get you back.

"And if she rejects you... You tried it, okay?" said Sam to his older brother who was just in deep thoughts,

What if it's too late and she has a new one? What if she doesn't even want to see me anymore? Where the hell is she anyway? What is when-

Tom's thoughts were interrupted by the TV.

--- REGISTRATION ---

Everyone watched TV. A reporter with a sad look came into the picture. Everyone looked at the TV with a confused look until the reporter finally spoke after taking a deep breath,

"Uhhh, okay... I'm very sorry, dear viewers, to tell you that... the famous singer y/n y/l/n was found dead at a train station in New York, USA, this afternoon. "

Everyone in the house was speechless until Harry shouted, "NOOOOO, THIS IS FAKE, TELL ME THIS IS FAKE!" Tom started crying like a waterfall. "Mum, please say that's fake," Paddy said with tears in his eyes. "I'm s-sorry guys, but I b-believe it's true," Nikki replied with a stuttering voice and tears ran down her cheeks.

Behind the Reporter was a monitor showing a picture of you and Tom. In the picture you and Tom kissed in the middle of the stressful streets of London. One of Tom's favorite pictures.

"About half a year ago, y/n had caught her past boyfriend Tom Holland, also known as Spiderman in the MCU, cheating on her. The police are not sure if it was suicide or if it was an accident, they are trying to discover it. When it was suicide, do you think she did it because of Tom? "said the reporter.

Tom suddenly felt guilty. He never thought you'd do anything like that in life, but maybe he was just too busy giving another woman pleasure behind your back...

"Okay, new news!" said the reporter, which brought everyone back to the TV in the room. "They actually found live footage where the police officers investigating at the station... I'm very sorry to tell you that now but... It was pure suicide.

Everyone´s heart broke into a thousand pieces. Nobody could believe what they just heard...

"Next to the dead body we found some things from y/n. First, the police could find a polaroid photo of y/n and tom and next to it was a small note on "Love can kill you" was written on it. " Explained the reporter.

"Oh my God," Nikki whispered quietly, but everyone heard it.

"The officers were also able to find her cell phone next to the glides on which they found y/n." On the monitor has now been displayed a picture of her phone, the note and the polaroid image. "A record recording with the title " When i was your girl " was also found on the phone. Maybe it's a new song she wanted to release? "

It was already quite late and everyone was already exhausted, so, everyone made their way to bed after they had wiped away their tears.

The next morning, Tom got a call from an unknown number. He sat down on the couch in the living room where his family was and took the call. "Hello, Tom Holland here." He said into the phone.

"Hello, Officer Walker speaks here, Could you come to the police station in London?" Tom explained to his parents where he had to go and after he got dressed he went there.

Once there, Tom got your phone and a date was set for your funeral. Tom thanked him for getting the phone and before Tom left, the officer said something else,

"She trusted you, and only you... The last wish was to play her record recording 'When i was your girl' to you... Maybe you play it at her funeral? "said the officer to Tom who got tears in his eyes again.

"Okay, I'll do, thank you," Tom replied. He drove home and told his family everything. "Should we play it at her funeral?" Dominic sighed.

"I'd like to do it... If that was her wish... "Tom said with a calm and fragile voice. Everyone agreed and tried to process it all.

The day of the funeral came and the Hollands and friends & family of you were at your funeral. After everyone wiped their tears and the pastor had finished his speech, it was Tom's turn,

"Okay, uhh... I think everybody knows what I did to y/n and uh... I know it won't help, but I apologize for what I did and I hope you can all forgive me. I loved her and still love her and I will never forget what a disgusting and arrogant person I was the day I cheated on her... She recorded one more song before she died. I've never heard the song before, but it was her last wish... The title is' When i was your girl '. Let's start it please."

Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now,

Our Song on the Radio but it don´t sound the same,

When our friends talk about you all it does is just tear me down,

Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name,

It all just sounds like, oooooh…

Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize,

That I should have bought you flowers,

And held your Hand,

Should´ve gave you all my hours,

When I had the chance,

Take you to every Party,

Cause all you wanted to do was dance,

Tom loved to dance, and you liked it too. But now Tom has to dance alone without her in his arms...

Now my baby´s dancing,

But he´s dancing with another girl.

"I would never dance with another girl except you darling" Tom whispered to himself as the tears started to spill.

Your pride, your ego, your needs and your selfish ways,

Caused a women that I thought you love walk out of your life,

Now you never, never get to clean up the mess you made, ohhh

And it haunts me everytime I close my eyes,

It all just sounds like ooooooh,

Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize,

That I should have bought you flowers,

And held your Hand,

Should´ve gave you all my hours,

When I had the chance,

Take you to every Party,

Cause all you wanted to do was dance,

Now my baby´s dancing,

But he´s dancing with another girl,

Everyone was dissolved in tears and just wanted you back. But that was unfortunately no longer possible.

Although it hurts,

I´ll be the first to say that i was wrong,

Oh, I know you really much too late,

To try and apologize for your mistakes,

But I just want you to know,

"So she knew exactly when she was going to kill herself... She planned everything and wrote this song as a Goodbye message." whispered Tom to himself, but his family heard and started to cry even harder.

I hope she buys you flowers,

I hope she holds your Hand,

Give you all her hours,

When she has the chance,

Take you to every Party,

Cause I remember how much you loved to dance,

Do all the things I should have done,

When I was your girl,

Do all the things I should have done,

When I was your girl.

Tom took y/n's phone back in his hand to close the recording, but it wasn't over.

"Turn it off Thomas," Nikki said with a devastated voice.

"But it is not over yet- ,

Before Tom could finish his sentence, your voice came trough the speakers.

„Hello!“ Everyone held their breath before you talked. You let out a tiny laugh before you spoke,

"I told you Tommy,

I jump infront of a train for you.“

a/n: That was the second Part aka. final part! Hope you like this video! Music Video is linked on the Top! Maybe listen to it while reading! :) You can message me Songs Requests in my askbox too! :) ily, liz <3

#tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tomholland x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #couple fanfic #death #crying #tom holland sad #heartbreaking #no fluff #im in tears #part 2 #dramatic

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chronicallycrow · 3 years ago

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Cards.

Fandom: Cookie Run

Character(s): Cinnamon Cookie

Ship(s): Cinnamon/Reader

Word Count: 2,166

TW: Uhh,,, tarot reading? If that sets anyone off?

Notes: Hey, Cinnamon, thanks for being the character that got me out of my "I'm writing 1k words or less" fic phase./j Anyway, this started as an idea I mentioned on my main - Black-market tarot reading Cinnamon. It ended up a lot cuter than I thought it would, and made me write a HELL of a lot more than I have in a LONG time. Oh, and, I use he/they pronouns for Cinnamon! They alternate every paragraph. And, once again, I'm sorry for the weird formatting, mobile tumblr and all. Again, I don't currently have access to a computer.

The City of Wizards was an interesting place. It always had a specific feel to it, and it was always somehow shrouded in darkness yet bright. Saying you loved this place might have been an understatement. There weren't many people who lived in the town anymore - Some people thought no one did - But you knew there were people, and you knew exactly where to go to find them. And that's what you were currently doing.

You strolled through the city, looking for one place in particular. It was near one of the further corners of the town - A small little magic shop that sat inbetween two buildings that were vacant. You could miss it if you didn't know what you were looking for - The sign, with that ever-so-slightly too fancy font, fit into the rest of the town, and the windows being full of little trinkets did as well.

You turned on your heel and turned the door knob, immediately being hit by the scent of incense and cinnamon. You walked into the shop and closed the door, calling out, "Cinna?" A hum came from behind one of the shelves, and out appeared the devil themself, Cinnamon. "Hey!" You stated simply. They smiled at you and returned your greeting before asking, "Do you need anything, or are you just here to look around?" Either was fine by them - And you knew that. There was many a day where you'd sit in the shop or just look through what Cinnamon had in stock.

"Well, I-' He seemed surprised you actually wanted something, but not in a bad way. "I was actually wondering if you could-- Give me a reading? With your tarot cards?" He was a bit taken back, but seemed pleased with your request. "Of course! Right this way." He did that over-dramatic cape swish thing. It always reminded you he loved to entertain people when he did that. You followed him to a small room in the back where he did readings - Few people knew about it, but of course few people came in the near vicinity of his shop.

A table sat in the middle with some boxes and a mat laid on it. Cinnamon sat down on one side and gestured you to sit in the chair on the other side. You'd never actually gotten a reading from them, but apparently they were actually pretty good at it. They opened a box and pulled out a deck of golden-edged cards, the backs were purple. They tapped at the sides, before looking at you. "What do you want to know?" "My love life-" You blurted out before anything else. You covered your mouth, wide eyed. Why had you said that?! Cinnamon seemed to be amused by this and let out a soft laugh before beginning to shuffle the cards.

He did the card-fan thing. "Pick a card, any card!" You let out a soft laugh before grabbing one. He placed it face down on the table before shuffling the cards some more. He pulled and shuffled a handful of times, ending up with a spread of six cards. He flipped over the card you'd pulled. The card read, 'The Fool.' "This card," Cinnamon began, picking it up and turning it towards you, "represents you. It's a card that means new beginnings and new possibilities. It can also mean impulsiveness. The Fool is..." Cinnamon glanced up for a moment, before looking you in the eyes. "The Fool is a free spirit who doesn't know exactly what they want, but is willing to try anything to find the right path." And with that, he placed the card back down onto the table.

They flipped over the next card; it read 'The Magician.' "This card represents the person who... You're going to be with? Who you like? This is the other person." They turned it towards you. "You're a magician." You joked, giving a soft breath of a laugh. Cinnamon's face turned a soft shade of red from your comment, but continued on. (Little did either of you know that little joke was closer to the truth than either of you could think right now.) "It symbolizes being original, and confidence and skills. They might be extremely confident in their actions, and they're probably skilled in something." You placed your chin in your palm, staring at the card, then at Cinnamon.

He went to the next card. It read 'The Lovers.' "This card represents you and that person's bond." He stated. "That's good, isn't it?" He nodded in response before starting, "This card represents, well, love. It can also mean trust and harmany." "But I'm not in a relationship with anyone?" You mused. He shrugged. "You probably already know them and just trust them a lot. You two are probably already really close." You nodded, but something pulled at your conciousness. What if your joke was actually true? If he was the one representing the magician? "Hey," He waved a hand infront of your face, "Are you alright?" "Yeah, sorry- Go on." You sat back, and he turned over the next card.

The card read 'six of cups.' "This is your past with them, it represents nostalgia and, in this case, an old friend." You nodded, humming. "It seems like you two have known each other for a long time and trust eachother a lot." They stated simply. You traced a circle on the table with your hand. It was suddenly very hard to look at Cinnamon.

He turned over the next card. There was one more after this and you'd be done. It read 'two of cups.' Cinnamon let out a soft laugh. You tilted your head, actually meeting his eyes for a second. "This is your future with this person. The two of cups represents happy relationships and love. When you two get into a relationship it'll be a good one. I'm jealous." He said jokingly. You let out a small laugh. Your face was hot.

They finally turned over the last card. It read 'King of Wands.' "This card is advice for you." You tilted your head again, murmuring a soft, but non-demanding, "Well?" "I think in this context it's telling you you should be honest with them and tell them. It represents honesty and charm." You blinked. Cinnamon looked at the spread, then bagan to put the cards up. You looked down at your hands for a minute. Be honest? You hadn't excepted that. You didn't even realize you were-- Of course you were. Cinnamon was your closest friend. They stood up, snapping you out of your own thoughts. You stood as well. "Do you need anything else?" They asked, walking towards the door. "I don't think so- Here, let me-" You dug around your bag for a minute for your wallet. "No, it's fine-" "Are you sure?" They nodded.

You two got out into the main part of the shop, and you realized the time. It was dark outside by now - Actually dark. "Hey, Cinna?" He looked at you. "Can I spend the night - It's- It's gonna be dark out and I have to walk home. I don't think that's safe." Without thought he spoke, "Of course- Let me close up shop and we'll go upstairs and make dinner." You nodded and decided to look around while he did so. You found the two shop cats, one a black cat and one an orange cat. "You have cats?" You called. He walked over to you, kneeling down to pet one of them. "Yeah! I thought you knew?" You shook your head. "This is Pumpkin," He pointed towards the orange one. "She's new, so she doesn't have a name yet," He sighed. "Maybe you can name her later?" You nodded, "I'll see what I can come up with." With that the two of you headed up the stairs to Cinnamon's apartment.

It was a nice little space. You'd been up here before, but you'd never actually spent the night. They went into the kitchen while you looked around, eventually landing near Cinnamon Bunny's cage and giving them some pets. Cinnamon's apartment always smelt nice. They always smelt nice - It was that soft smell of a pastry shop that used a lot of cinnamon. They seemed to have the stuff everywhere, but you weren't going to complain too much - Unless it was another one of their shows where someone got too close and sneezed. Sometimes, in practice, when you'd watch them, they'd sneeze and mess up their tricks. You found it endearing.

"[Y/N]?" Cinnamon called. "Yeah?" "Food's ready." You walked into the kitchen. He'd made a full meal for you two, and honest to Millennial Tree it looked amazing. It tasted even better. You'd had Cinnamon's cooking on occasion, but never an actual meal made by him. As soon as you two had finished the oven beeped. He looked pleased. "I preheated it, if you want to make something for tomorrow morning?" You nodded, and followed him into the kitchen, placing your plate and silverware into the sink. He pulled out a series of things from multiple cupboards and cabinets, then grabbed out aprons and handed you one.

You two ended up making a mess while baking. There was flour everywhere, but you two were both laughing. They ended up getting two brooms, and you swept up the mess you made. Once that was done they looked over the both of you. "We should get cleaned up," they laughed. You nodded, before realizing something. "Cinna, I don't have-" "You can borrow some of my clothes." They hummed. You nodded, and they went off to get some, shouting back at you, "You can go take a shower if you want, I'll bring them to you." You did exactly that.

You felt much cleaner once done with the shower. He had left you a shirt that looked like it would be too big for him (or you) and a pair of sweatpants. You put them on, and were immediately ingulfed by that soft scent of cinnamon. You tried your hardest not to bury your nose in the clothing, instead leaving the bathroom. You were met with Cinnamon sitting on the couch, playing around with a deck of cards. You sat beside him, watching his hands as he played with the deck. "Are those alright?" He asked, flicking one card around. You nodded, letting out an "mh-hm." He got up then, and glanced at you. "I'm gonna go take a shower, too. I'll be back."

You ended up trying to do the tricks you saw Cinnamon do with the previously mentioned deck of cards. You failed at every one of them, but it gave you time to waste. Your mind did end up drifting back to the reading earlier. Cinnamon had to feel the same way, right? If the cards were anything to go by, they had to. You sighed and put the playing cards down, staring up. You then realized that you'd have to be sleeping on the couch - Not that you really minded. You knew they didn't have a guest room or an extra bed. Before you could get too lost in your thoughts Cinnamon appeared again. They were wearing about the same thing as you. The oven dinged. Convenient.

"I'll sleep on the couch and you can have the bed, by the way." He'd stated, as if he'd read your mind earlier, while pulling out the pan of cinnamon rolls. What else did you think he'd make? "No, I can- It's fine." You replied. He shook his head. "You're the guest, you should get the bed." He was pouring a light sugar icing on the rolls. "I-" Be more confident, the cards. "We could just-- Share the bed? Its big enough for that, right?" Cinnamon glanced at you, before letting out a small sigh. It was hard to tell if it was of content or annoyance that you didn't just take the bed alone. "Yeah, it is- That's fine."

Once the rolls had been fully iced and put in the fridge you two headed to Cinnamon's bedroom and got in their bed. You faced away from eachother, at least at first, but you decided to, again, take what the cards said, and turned towards them. Their back was facing towards you. "Cinna?" You murmured, shifting closer to them. They let out a hum, glancing back at you. You suddenly felt extremely hot. No going back now. "I-" You took a breath in. Dammit. Say it. "I think the cards were talking about you??" Why was that a question. They let out a small laugh and turned towards you. "I know." They responded simply before pulling you close to them. "Goodnight." And with that, they closed their eyes and drifted into sleep. You stayed there, dumbfounded for a couple of minutes, before just accepting it and murmuring a, "goodnight" back and getting to sleep. You two could properly talk this out in the morning.

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arcane-apathy · 4 years ago

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Part 1

AN: Part 1 of 3 for this Male Naga X Female Reader. I’m hoping to get better at writing short stories, but it’ll take some practice. I hope y’all enjoy!

Warning(s): N/A

You didn’t know why you decided to leave home but your mind was already made up and the U-Haul was already packed. There was no going back now. You didn’t want to be a big city nurse anymore, and you also didn’t want to move back to your hometown. So, this year you decided to move to New Mexico, specifically Peralta. A town of a little over three thousand people. The eastern half of town right on the border of the Isleta Pueblo Reservation, and the Rio Grande River to the west. You could even see the Manzano Mountain Range in the distance.

The drive to Peralta was taxing, but unbelievably beautiful. No wonder why New Mexico is called The Land of Enchantment. You made it to your new home in the middle of the day, and the sun was high above you. Of course you decided to move in the middle of summer, the dry heat smacking you in the face as you got out of the rental truck. You shielded your eyes from the sun as you stared at your new home.

The property was near the end of a dirt road, about a city block away from the local cemetery. But you didn’t mind, in fact it made the house even cheaper. You’d just have to remember to cleanse the house whenever you got a chance. The house was a simple one-story pueblo style house, the faux-adobe outside was an ivory color, and the windows were painted pear green. It lacked the wooden vigas, making it obvious that it wasn’t an actual pueblo home. The house was small, the yard was huge, it had a detached stainless-steel garage, and a dirt driveway. All surrounded by a chain link fence with a gate.

It didn’t take you long to unload the U-Haul, considering you sold most of your things before you moved. You lay your mattress on the bedroom floor and the majority of boxes stay in your living room. You look at the time on your phone, there was still two hours until the U-Haul’s scheduled return time. Un-packing wasn’t the first item on the agenda, some serious cleaning needed to be done before you thought about anything else.

Granted the house wasn’t in horrible shape, but it was obvious that it’s been a few months since anyone has lived in it. The air was stuffy, there was dust on everything, and there was dirt all over the floors. You search for your bag of cleaning supplies that you bought at a Wal-Mart in Albuquerque, well prepared to clean. With the house being so small, it didn’t take you long to clean, so you took your time admiring your new home. The house was made in the seventies, the Spanish-style linoleum tiles in the kitchen being the proof. Yet it didn’t look like it came out of a home magazine that your grandmother would've read. There were some obvious updates throughout the years. Thankfully central air was one of them.

You returned the U-Haul and the towing dolly on time, driving your car back home. You stopped at a Domino’s on the way home, not yet ready to try the local food. Unpacking was the only thing on your mind. And no surprise to you, it took all night. Packing wasn’t easy, because you had to take things from their place and sort them into boxes. Unpacking was another challenge, the amount of times you switched which cabinet your plates went in was frustrating. By two in the morning you had everything put away, there were sheets on your bed, and your eyelids were heavy.

~~***~~

It’s been a month since you’ve moved, and you’ve loved it more that you’d ever thought. Living in your one bedroom house was a dream compared to any other apartment you’ve had before. You’ve gotten over the linoleum in the kitchen, and you couldn’t even imagine the house without it. The yard was easy to maintain, considering it was primarily dirt. You didn’t see much of your neighbors but they were nice from what you could tell. And the quiet was refreshing.

You spent most of your days at work, a health center in the middle of the Isleta Pueblo Reservation. The work was tough, and didn’t pay much, but it was obvious that they needed you there. According to your co-workers everyone wanted to work in the big cities and that smaller health centers, especially ones for the native populations, were constantly understaffed. You became a licensed practical nurse because you wanted to help people, and working in an at risk community fulfilled that goal.

To say you were surprised when your co-worker invited you to her birthday party in Albuquerque was an understatement. Although you didn’t know her that well, you still went. You needed socialization outside of the workplace and the occasional video calls with your family back home. So, you put on your best outfit and did your best to look presentable. The night started off at a restaurant, the food was amazing, and the company was actually enjoyable. After dinner you all went to a bar, so far it was a typical birthday party for a bunch of girls in their twenties.

You stood against the wall, nursing a drink as everyone else in your group dance. Normally you weren’t such a party pooper, but these girls weren’t much of your crown. It was too early in the night to go home, and they all knew that you didn’t work tomorrow so you couldn’t use that excuse. Hence why you resorted to people watching. The bar was packed with humans and non-humans alike, all dancing with each other. There were already a few couples sharing face in the darker corners.

“You look bored,” a blunt voice shook you from your daze. You look to the side, noticing as a tall man slithered up to you. Not metaphorically. Your eyes instantly gravitated to his tail, the bulk of muscle trailing closely behind him as he moved. You couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the pattern of his scales. The base was beige and was decorated in an assortment of splotches all in varying shades of brown, and at the very end of it all was a black rattle. He laughs at your reaction, “have you never seen a Naga before?”

“Not up close, there weren’t that many back home,” you flush a little as you are caught staring. Which wasn’t a lie, you didn’t see many growing up, nor did you encounter a lot at work either. A surprising statistic you’ve learned since you moved is that New Mexico has the highest population of Naga in the United States, with Texas as a close second. You have seen a few as you wandered around Peralta and the neighboring towns, but you have yet to talk to them.

“Oh, you’re from out of town. How exciting,” he smiles and extends a hand, “Santiago Rosales.” You shake his hand and introduce yourself. His smile grows and the rainbow lights from the dance floor reflect off his fangs. You couldn’t deny that he was an attractive man, tan skin, curly raven hair, a triangular face with a strong jawline, and golden serpentine eyes. You look back at the dance floor and notice one of your co-workers giving you a thumbs up. “So, not to sound cheesy… But why is a pretty chica like you, not out there?”

You flush a little at his definitely cheesy comment, “I’ve already done my socializing for the evening, but if I leave now I’ll never hear the end of it at work. What about you, why aren’t you out there?”

He motions to his tail, “I’m in no mood to get stomped on.”

“Oh… I didn’t even think of that. Does it happen often?”

“It happened a lot when I was a kid, but I was kinda a wimpy kid too,”

You raise a brow as you look at how snugly his button up fits to his arms and chest, “wimpy?”

“Hey I wasn’t always like this, I was a string bean growing up. It took years for this to happen,” he motions to himself proudly. You laugh and finish your drink, Santiago looks at the empty glass, “may I offer to buy you another drink?”

You contemplate it for a second then shake your head, “no thank you, I have to drive home tonight. And I don’t live in Albuquerque.”

“Is it too weird to ask where you live then?”

“Peralta,” you shrug.

“Really? My mom lives in Peralta… Maybe I’ll see you around?”

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And you did, the first time you saw Santiago was at the grocery store. You were trying to figure out what brand of refried beans to buy when he came down the aisle, slithering alongside an older Naga woman. He didn’t acknowledge you, which made you question whether he recognized you at all. The second time you saw him was at the post office, and he immediately smiled when he saw you. Your heart couldn’t help to flutter at the sight of him. The third time was at the bank, both of you waiting in line at the tellers.

The fourth time was when everything changed. You were standing in the bathroom aisle at Target in Albuquerque, looking through the wide array of shower curtain options. You heard your name being called and you looked up, expecting to see someone from work, possibly even a regular patient. But, instead your eyes were graced with the sight of a familiar Naga in a taut shirt and a leather jacket, “oh, hi Santiago.”

“Hola, looking for a shower curtain I see,” he smiles as he sidles up beside you.

You fluster a little, realizing you were still wearing your baggy maroon scrubs. “Indeed I am, it’s been two months and my house still looks like no one lives in there.”

He looks you up and down, his eyes stopping at the embroidered patch above your breast, “you work at Isleta Health Center?”

Your brows knit in confusion and you look down at the patch, resisting the urge to face palm, “yes, yes I do. Sorry, I just got off my shift and I kinda forgot I was still wearing this monstrosity.”

“You don’t look bad at all if I’m being honest…”

Damn he was slick, “it’s not the worst, but I hate how plain it is. I sold all my fun scrubs when I moved, so I’m stuck with the standard issues until I buy more.” He nods and looks at the shower curtains in your hands curiously. “So, what are you here for?”

"Uhh… Honestly I don't even know anymore. They didn't have what I needed, so I just started to aimlessly slither around the store. And then I found you."

"Aimlessly wandering around Target can be dangerous," you chuckle.

"I haven't learned my lesson apparently," he gives you a lopsided smile, "last time it happened I came home with a pillow that had some motivational quote.”

“Yikes,” you laugh and put one of the curtains back onto it’s metal hook.

“Yikes indeed,” he crosses his arms over his chest as he looks at the options before him. “So, do you have any style in mind.”

“Santiago, you don’t need to help me.”

“I fear if I don’t help you, you’ll be stuck in the store until it closes,” he teases with a wink.

You feel the heat rising to your cheeks, “alright fine. My house is pueblo style, built in the seventies. The bathroom was recently remodeled before they sold it, so the walls are plain, it has normal wood, and laminate tiles that look like travertine. It’s very boring.”

“So you need something to spice it up?”

“Exactly,” you pick up a geometric patterned one, looking at the picture on the cardboard.

Santiago shakes his head, "nope", he takes it out of your hand and puts it back. You look at him dumbfounded by how brash he was. He puts another one in your hands, “this one looks like you.”

You look down at the curtains, it was a simple floral. But with the way the bright flowers were stylized like they were from an Alfredo Ramos Martinez painting. “This is cute.”

“You look like a floral person.”

“How does one look like a floral person, without being an actual nymph?” He shrugs and you simply roll your eyes, “you’re lucky I tolerate you.”

He winces, “just tolerate?”

“Well, I don’t know you that well…”

“Then let's get to know each other,” his posture straightens. “Why don’t we go out for a coffee someday, as a date?” You must’ve stared at him like he grew another head because he immediately fell back on his statement, “or not a date?”

“No… A date is fine.”

“Is it?”

“Definitely.”

“Then why are you still looking at me like that?”

Your face instantly turns a scarlet color, “I… It's been awhile since I’ve been on a date. So, the fact that you are asking me on a date, in a Target, is mind boggling.”

“Do you want me to ask you outside the Target?”

“That’s not the point,” you sigh, trying to steady your breathing. “So, a date?”

Santiago smirks, “give me your phone.” You scowl and he shrinks at your stern gaze, “por favor?” Reluctantly you unlock and hand him your phone, watching as he makes himself a contact. “Text me when you get home, I should have a fantastic plan by then.”

“No coffee?”

“Nope, you deserve more than a coffee.” You flush again as he smiles victoriously, “I’ll let you get back to shopping so you can get home at a decent hour. Talk to you soon, cariño.” You watch as he slithers out of the aisle with a wave over his shoulder. You can’t help but stare, looking at the end of the aisle then back at the curtains in your hand. For some reason, the bright flowers just felt right. So, you put the package into your basket and head off to find the next item on your list. And you couldn’t wait until you got home.

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emma-nation · 3 years ago

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The Devil In I - Bela x OC (Resident Evil Village AU) - Chapter 9

“Step inside, see the Devil in I”

Summary: Aleena Novak is a 19 years old orphan who desired more than living in a village in the middle of nowhere. A talented artist with a big future ahead, she gets the scholarship of her dreams in United States. But everything changes when her twin brother, Auryk, steals an important artifact from Castle Dimitrescu.

In this adventure, Aleena will find way more than she expected.

“You’ll realize I’m not your Devil anymore”

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x f!OC

Genre: Between T and M (Trigger warning: for violence, blood, abuse and eventual smut)

Tag List: @nydeiri

Castle Dimitrescu, Lady Dimitrescu's Bedroom - Present Days

What did dying feels like? Bela couldn't remember the day she died, before she was turned. For many and many years, she wondered how it even happened. Maybe she was incurably ill. That would be the only plausible explanation on why Lady Dimitrescu decided to transform her into a vampire. Having an illness herself, she must've felt sorry for Bela being so young and already losing her life.

But that night, after being drugged by Mother Miranda, the memory from that tragic event returned to her memory stronger like never.

It was a cold night in the 1950's. Alcina threw a special dinner and invited her three favorite and most loyal servants. Three young girls. They felt honored sitting at the same table as their mistress. They were chatting and giggling but then... something started to feel strange. Starting by the fact none of the servants were around.

It began as a burning sensation in Bela's stomach. She tried to ignore it but it'd only grow stronger. She dropped the silverware she was holding. She attempted to swallow another sip of tea. By her side, she noticed one of the other two girls, the brunette one, starting to show signs of discomfort too.

"What's wrong, my dear?" Lady Dimitrescu asked when the red haired girl, the youngest of the three, started coughing.

"I can't..." she tried to answer, but the words got lost in her throat as she began to suffocate, "b-breathe..."

Bela tried to stand up and help her, but her surroundings started to spin. She held on the table for support. At this point, the brunette girl was already lying on the floor, having some kind of seizure. She looked at Lady Dimitrescu again, but she didn't seem to be worried. She seemed abnormally calm.

"W-What have you..." before she could finish the question, her lungs could no longer fill with oxygen. Her throat and her airways started to burn. She tried and tried to breathe, but it seemed impossible. The weakness started on her legs and spread to the rest of her body really quickly. In fact, she barely felt when she collapsed on the floor. When the seizures started, she was barely conscious. Her vision was already going black, but she still had time to see the Countess staring at her body, almost lifeless, as she said:

"Don't worry, daughter. Everything will be alright."

Poisoned. She was poisoned.

When Bela woke up it was already morning. She could tell by the rays of sunlight entering through the windows. She hadn't died this time, but the sensations she experienced were quite similar. Her head was aching intensely and her vision was still blurred. Whatever Miranda had injected in her blood had affected her senses very badly.

"Aleena," she finally remembered. She tried to get up but her legs were still weak. "I need to find her."

She kept moving slowly, using the walls and furniture for support. If only she could transform into flies, it would be a lot easier, but it hurt to even try.

"Fuck!" Bela cursed, frustrated. She threw herself on a couch for a moment. She needed to rest.

Her eyes analyzed her surroundings. Although Bela was in her mother's chambers, Lady Dimitrescu was nowhere to be seen.

Hours had passed since she was drugged. Anything could've happened during this time. She wondered if Aleena was still there and if she was okay. She had to be. But what if she slept for days? What if the ritual had already happened? Aleena could be dead in that exact moment and she wasn't there to protect her. That thought made her stomach feel sick. And rare were the occasions she felt sick after being turned.

"Bela!" Daniela opened the door, she seemed so confused and scared as she was. "There you are, sister! Oh my god, I was starting to think you were dead."

"You wish..." Bela moaned sarcastically. She couldn't miss the opportunity. "What the fuck happened, Dani? Where's that bitch?"

"Who? Cassandra?"

Daniela handed her a cup full of human blood. Bela drank it all in one sip. That was the only thing able to restore her body from the damage Miranda caused.

Cassandra. She remembered her middle sister being the one who told her to go to her mother's office. Traitor! She should've known when she appeared to be so supportive of her relationship with Aleena in the previous day.

"No, Mother Miranda."

"Mother Miranda was here?"

Before she could answer, the door opened with a slam. It was Cassandra, looking completely fine. She had blood around her mouth and all over her dress. In a blink of an eye, Bela lunged forward, pinning her against the wall.

"How could you?!" She yelled. "You sent me directly to a trap!"

"What are you talking about?" Cassandra argued. "Somebody caught me on a corridor and stabbed my neck with a needle, then I passed out."

"Come on, don't lie to us," Daniela shouted. "You entered my room last night and drugged me."

"And why I would even do this to both of you?"

Realizing what happened, Bela immediately let her go.

"Mother Miranda," she huffed. "She must have shapeshifted into you and attacked us all."

It was time to tell her sisters what she learned from Heisenberg. Miranda had already started to proceed with her plans and it was a matter of time before she attempted to kill them.

"This bitch is going to die!" Cassandra punched the wall. "Nobody pretends to be me and lives."

"This is the least of our problems," Bela said. "She can be anywhere right now, pretending to be someone we trust and ready to kill us all."

"Where's mom?" Daniela asked. "I couldn't find her anywhere."

Lady Dimitrescu was the last person Bela wanted to see. She lied and betrayed her, besides helping Mother Miranda to drug her.

"I don't know, I searched for her everywhere," Cassandra told. "On the bright side, there's fresh breakfast spread all around the castle."

"What do you mean, Cassandra?" Bela wanted to know.

"The servants. They're all dead."

"What about Aleena? Have you seen her?"

"No, I thought she was with you."

Bela transformed into flies and went straight to Aleena's bedroom. It was completely empty. The bed was still made as in the previous night. She went to her own bedroom next. The diary was opened on the bed, right on the pages where her father confirmed what Miranda told her in the office, Aleena was indeed the vessel.

Mrs. Volkov corpse was lying on the corridor and not so far away, there was a trail of blood, Aleena's blood. She froze in place, too terrified to even think.

"It doesn't mean anything," Daniela placed a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe she managed to escape."

"She probably did, that girl is fierce," Cassandra added, noticing how disturbed her older sister looked. "I mean, she's not one of the Lords or a servant. There's no reason for that crazy bitch to murder her."

"There is," Bela sighed deeply. "She's the vessel. Miranda was playing us like puppets. The goblet thing was already intentional, to bring Aleena to the castle where she'd be safe until she prepared the ritual."

"Oh fuck, this is bad."

"I... I'm going to the village. Maybe she's hiding in her house."

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Eastern Europe, Village - Present Days

When Bela left, she didn't even bother to check the temperature or to mount one of her horses. She transformed into flies and started to fly to the village as fast as she could. Everything that mattered was finding Aleena. She wasn't dead. She couldn't be dead. They were going to California together and they'd start a brand new life.

She stopped by her house first. The door was locked and the extra key hidden in a vase at the entrance, just where Aleena placed it before they returned to the castle.

"It doesn't mean she's not here," Bela tried to convince herself. "She must have found another way in, to not make it obvious she's hiding here."

She used the key to open the front door. The house was dark and silent. There weren't any signs of somebody's recent presence. She checked every room, the basement, the secret weapon storage... Aleena definitely wasn't there.

"Maybe she's at the pub or at one of her friends' houses," Bela concluded.

There was no way. She had to do that. She took a deep breath, gathering enough courage to enter the pub. There were only three people in there, a middle aged woman behind the counter, a blonde young male cleaning the tables and a girl, who was strangely similar to Cassandra, chatting to both of them. Bela recognized them from the pictures Aleena showed her. They were Olga, Gustav and Elena.

"Hello," she announced her presence. They all stopped to stare at her, but none of them had freaked out yet. Maybe they hadn't noticed the tattoo.

"How can we help you, darling?" The older woman asked. "Are you a foreigner?"

"I... uhh... I'm looking for Aleena Novak."

"She isn't here," it was the boy who answered this time. He had a lot of anger in his voice. "She was taken to Castle Dimitrescu a few weeks ago. We don't even know if she's still alive."

"She is," Bela told. "I've been taking care of her."

They finally understood. Their expressions all changed to pure terror and panic. The two younger adults hid behind the counter, together with the woman. The male grabbed a shotgun.

"Get the hell out of here!" He ordered. "And if Aleena escaped, don't you even dare to touch her again or I'll kill you. I'll find her and bring her home."

"Trust me, manthing. This is exactly what I'm planning to do. Mother Miranda has kidnapped her. She has been planning to sacrifice her in some kind of sick ritual tonight."

"Liar!" Cassandra's doppelgänger shouted. "Mother Miranda wouldn't do such a thing! She's always guiding and protecting us. Everything she does is for the best of all of us."

"Listen, little one," Bela exhaled deeply. She had no patience for humans. That was the reason why she avoided them. They'd usually annoy her to the point they became her prey. "I have proof. Aleena's father has left this diary, reporting everything."

"That man was insane. Most of the villagers hated him."

"But he never lied," Gustav spoke. "Adrian had some crazy theories nobody ever believed but... I've never seen him lying before. He was a man of his word."

"This is true," Olga added. "We grew up together. He was absolutely nasty, a real bastard, but not a liar. He wouldn't invent such a thing, especially when it came to protecting Aleena."

Olga locked the door and the group reunited in one of the tables, analyzing the notes Adrian Novak left.

"Fuck," Gustav cursed, while trying to speak on his phone. "Auryk must've gone after this contacts. I can't reach him."

"Do you have any ideas of where Aleena could've gone to, if she was trying to hide?" Bela asked.

"Other than our houses and the pub? Well... we had this fort in the woods when we were children. Maybe she's hiding there."

"Show me the way, little man."

But Gustav wasn't the one who was most familiar with the path to Aleena's childhood fort, it was Elena. The young woman followed them, complaining about literally everything and praising Mother Miranda.

"Mother Miranda would never do that!" Elena protested. "I'd trust her with my life."

"I was about your age when she did this to me, without my consent," Bela took off the hat she was wearing, exposing her scar. "And do you think immortality is a blessing? Try spending your life locked inside a castle, without being able to go outside most of the time."

"Why are we even trusting her, Gustav? She feeds on human blood and now we're alone with her in the middle of nowhere."

"If that makes you feel more comfortable, I've already had breakfast. Besides, I prefer drinking men's blood."

"Can we just focus on Aleena?" Gustav scolded both of them. Bela had finally found a man she respected. That boy was completely loyal and protective of her girlfriend, so he deserved some credit. "God knows why Bela is searching for her but... we have the same goal here."

"We're dating," Bela informed them of the latest news. "I love her. For real."

Both of the young humans stared at her in shock.

"It seems like we'll have a lot to catch up when I see Aleena again," the boy shook his head in disbelief. "I thought the vampire thing was just a phase."

They finally found the small wooden fortress in the middle of the woods. It was mostly destroyed, but it still could fit one adult person inside it.

"Aleena!" Gustav called. There was no answer. Still, Aleena was hurt. Maybe she was unconscious.

"Go," Bela poked Elena and ordered. "You're the shortest of us. Check if she's in there."

The girl rolled her eyes, but obeyed, ducking and entering the small fort. But there wasn't even a sign Aleena was there recently.

"Where do we search now?" Elena asked.

"I'll go to the other Lords," Bela told. "Maybe one of them is keeping her for Miranda. Thank you for your help, little humans. It was a pleasure to meet you."

Bela walked away from them. Maybe in another life, they could've been friends. The priority now was to find Aleena. She wondered if the girl went to Heisenberg seeking for protection or if Miranda had captured and taken her to that creepy cave. There wasn't much time to think, she needed to act.

She followed to Heisenberg's factory. As usual the man was swearing and torturing human beings on his basement.

"What brings you here, kid?" He asked. "Did you find the diaries?"

"Yes, but too late unfortunately," she answered. "The information we were searching for: all the women in Aleena's family have some kind of immunity against the creatures and their mutations. They healed after getting bitten by Lycans, Aleena healed when you attacked her... she's the vessel."

"We have to kill her immediately. Before Miranda puts her hands on her. If that happens, we're fucked."

"She already did. She showed up in the castle last night, drugged me and my sisters, killed the servants and now... I can't find Aleena anywhere."

"Girl, you had the opportunity in your hands," he clenched his fists. "If you had killed her, like you freaks do to every single human that steps into that castle, we wouldn't be in this situation."

"Shut up, Heisenberg!" Bela grabbed a piece of metallic scrap from the floor and threw in the man's direction. "I had no idea. Even if I did, she's my girlfriend and I have to save her before she's sacrificed on Miranda's ritual."

"Good luck with that. The crazy bitch is very good hiding things."

And Bela knew that. Next, she went to Moreau's, Miranda's most loyal follower. She didn't reveal any information, she simply tricked him by inventing an excuse, that stupid freak was easy to fool. But Aleena certainly wasn't there either. Using her flies, she checked the entire place. She did the same at Donna's house. While she entertained the woman and her creepy doll having a tea party with them, her flies inspected every corner of her eerie house.

She was about to follow to Miranda's cave when she ran into Cassandra, in the middle of the way.

"What are you doing, Bela?" She asked. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?

"I'm searching for Aleena. She's gotta be somewhere and the last place I must check is the cave."

"Mother is home," her sister announced. "She wants to talk to you."

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Castle Dimitrescu, Living Room - Present Days

In Bela's imagination, Lady Dimitrescu would apologize. Admit she had made a huge mistake and promise her they'd find Aleena together. That was who her adoptive mother was, she'd always do anything to make her daughters happy. But at the same time, she was also that same woman from her memory. The selfish Countess who killed three young girls to have them as her adoptive daughters. She killed, violated and turned them into monsters. What kind of mother was that?

The three sisters were sitting on the couch, waiting as their mother brought a tray with tea and some other treats. That would probably be their only food for days, as Lady Dimitrescu and Mother Miranda had killed all the servants.

Lady Dimitrescu sat on an armchair in front of them, looking at Bela mostly.

"I understand you're confused, daughters. But I'll explain everything."

"Where's Aleena?" Bela quickly asked. That was the only thing that mattered. Who cared about Mother Miranda's child who died ages ago? "What have you two done to her?"

"Bela, daughter... I understand you're upset and frustrated. However, Mother Miranda has been searching for the perfect vessel to bring her daughter back to life for many and many years. This vessel happens to be Aleena. It's her fate, her purpose."

Bela eyes were burning in pure rage. How could Alcina be so blind? Even Heisenberg, that scumbag of man, was smarter than her mother was.

"Her fate is to live her own life, to go to California and achieve her dreams. Her fate is to be with me!"

"I apologize for having to get rid of all of our servants," she clearly ignored her daughter's objections. "They wouldn't understand what's to come. Once Eva is back to life, things will change. I'd like to ask you girls to behave and treat her well, like if she's a new sister of yours. We'll be throwing a party to welcome Eva to our family and I'll need your help to organize it."

"Party?!" Bela let out a sarcastic laugh. "Are you naive or only stupid? Miranda is going to kill you before this ritual is even finished! It has been her plan all along."

"Bela!" Lady Dimitrescu's eyes narrowed and she raised her voice. "I'm your mother! You owe me some respect, little lady."

"I don't! Not when you drugged me and let Miranda kidnap my girlfriend. I want to know where she is."

"Daughter..." Alcina grabbed her by the shoulders and lowered her voice. An useless attempt to help her to calm down. "Aleena is gone. She's dead."

The world seemed to stop. As well as the clock. The voices. Everything. Not even Bela's brain was capable of working and processing the words she had just listened. Dead. Aleena was dead. Her Aleena. Her girlfriend. The woman she loved. She stopped breathing. Her stomach ached as much as in the night she was poisoned. She felt she was about to collapse and die again. Her heart was beating in a strange manner. It was out of control. She was out of control.

Bela raised her golden yellow eyes, filled with hateful tears and stared directly into Lady Dimitrescu's eyes.

"You..." she clenched her fists. "You lied to me... You betrayed me..."

"I was willing to let her live, daughter," the woman tried to excuse herself. "Until the last meeting. Mother Miranda told me the truth and asked me to give her the vessel."

"HER NAME WAS ALEENA," using her strength, Bela grabbed the heavy coffee table and threw it across the room, shocking her mother and sisters. "She had a name! She was NOT a vessel."

Very rare were the times Bela actually cried after being turned. She cried when she first woke up in excruciating pain, with that huge wound on the side of her head. She cried later, when she felt lost, without knowing who or what she was. And she was crying now. Without Aleena, she felt lost again. She had nothing left. She no longer wished to live. A life without that girl's contagious joy, optimism and bravery was meaningless.

"Bela..." Lady Dimitrescu tried to touch her, comfort her somehow, but the blonde girl slapped her hand away.

"I always did everything you asked me... I always tried to be the perfect daughter for you... AND FOR WHAT?" Bela sobbed. "The only thing I ever ask you, you denied me. You took Aleena from me. You chose Miranda over your own daughter!"

"I had no choice, daughter! She'd turn against us if I refused to give her Aleena. Who knows what she'd be capable of doing?"

"She's doing it anyways. She's going to kill us all now she's gotten what she wanted."

She started to walk away. She had to be alone. As far away as possible from that woman, from that family, from that stupid castle. That small bed & breakfast at the village seemed like a good option.

"Daughter, wait," Alcina went after her, as she entered her bedroom.

"Don't you ever call me daughter again, Lady Dimitrescu," Bela angered. "I'm not your daughter. You kidnapped, killed me and turned me into a monster. Who knows what you've done to my real parents. We're not your daughters, we're only your toys, your dolls. You're not that different from your sister, Donna, after all."

She slammed the door and locked it. The bedroom was still the same way they left in the previous night. The candles, the flowers, the discs... Aleena's perfume was still on her pillows. Bela threw herself on the bed, holding the pillow against her body as she cried uncontrollably.

This was all her fault. They should've finished reading the diaries earlier and found out the truth before Miranda's visit, but she distracted Aleena, wishing to spend as much time with her as possible before she left to California. She should've been there to protect her, she promised it. She shouldn't have trusted the woman she used to call 'mother'. She was an idiot and now, Aleena was gone. Forever.

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Castle Dimitrescu, Guest Room - Present Days

Memories. Only a few days earlier Bela was afraid memories would be everything she'd have left from Aleena and now, it really was. Without anybody noticing, she went to the guest room the girl had been staying during those weeks in the castle. She obviously wasn't there, but traits of her presence were still all around.

Her clothes were still in the closet. Some where lying on the armchair or even around the floor. Bela grabbed one of her t-shirts, one from Aleena's favorite TV show. It still had her perfume on it.

"I miss you, love," she inhaled deeply the sweet fragrance. "So much it's killing me."

Then, she took the sketch book from the desk. Aleena was the most talented artist Bela had ever met. Her sister, Daniela, was a good artist, but she wasn't so creative, so expressive and precise on her traces. Bela had many classes with Lady Dimitrescu, and though she could paint decently, it wasn't her strong suit.

The drawing was still there. The one Aleena where was drawing her face. The reason why they kissed that night in the library, when she said Bela was worth being remembered.

"And now I'm the one who have nothing to remind me of you, Aleena. Remind me of every detail of your perfect green eyes, your smooth brown hair and those sweet freckles all over your body."

Her cell phone was still inside the bedside table's drawer. Bela turned it on. Aleena had set a picture of them together as her lockscreen. She smiled. In the gallery, she found many and many pictures of all the days they spent together, since the lunch Bela threw on her birthday when she arrived.

There were videos too and as soon Bela heard Aleena's voice, she couldn't help but start crying again. Why did her mother betrayed her like that? She could've helped her to save Aleena. She could've helped them to take down Miranda. That was what a real mother was supposed to do!

"Hey," she rolled her eyes, noticing she had forgotten to lock the door again. Cassandra was standing right behind her. "I'm came here to check on you."

"Leave me alone, Cassandra," Bela angered. "You didn't even like her."

"This isn't true. Aleena wasn't my favorite person in the world, not that I have one by the way, but still... I didn't want her to die."

Bela ignored her. Cassandra didn't have maturity enough to understand how she was feeling. Sometimes she wondered if her sister was even able to feel empathy for another being. But then, she was surprised by her next move.

"I'm sorry," her middle sister touched her shoulder slightly, tenderly. "I know she made you happy. Deep down, I was rooting for you both."

She forced a small smile before pulling her sister for an embrace. It was probably the first time they exchanged such a genuine moment of affection.

"We'll make her pay," Cassandra stroked her hair. "Let's kill Bitch Miranda."

The three sisters gathered together in the library. Lady Dimitrescu couldn't be aware of their plans. Daniela revealed her sisters she once heard about a dagger their mother possessed, one that was able to kill any monsters and demons.

"Are you sure about this?" Bela asked to confirm. Daniela had a creative and delusional mind after all.

"Yes," her youngest sister said. "I stole one of her diaries once. She was reporting everything about this dagger, except for its location."

"Then I'll keep her distracted while you search for it," Cassandra suggested. "I'll pretend to help her with her party for Miranda's daughter rebirth."

"What about me?" Bela wanted to know.

"You're not okay, sister. Let us handle this. Save your strength for when we stab the bitch and end her for good."

"As long as you let me do the honors, it's fine by me."

That was it. Bela would pretend to be alright. She would pretend to forgive her mother. And when the time came, she'd get her revenge against Miranda.

But then... there was nothing left for her in this world. With Aleena gone, she lost her only chance of living a new and normal life. She lost the only thing that made her feel happy and human. And if the dagger could kill any monsters and demons, well... it would be able to kill her too.

Still holding Aleena's shirt against her body, Bela lay on the bed and fell asleep, thinking of the moment they'd be reunited again in death. However, she had a terrible nightmare. Aleena was dying in her arms and there was nothing she could do.

She got up and drank some water. It had been hours since Daniela left the room to search for the dagger. She wondered if something had gone wrong. Lady Dimitrescu would never agree with that plan. She was about to leave the bedroom when the red haired girl entered the room so excited she could barely breathe.

"Bela..." she panted, "I found her!"

"The dagger?!" Bela asked. "Where is it?"

"No! Aleena. She's alive in the dungeons!"

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Castle Dimitrescu, Dungeons - Present Days

I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see anything. The environment around me was different from everywhere I had been in the last few weeks, the air was humid but still suffocating. It also smelled terribly, like rotting flesh and blood. I tried to stand up but my leg was still badly injured. I wondered how long it'd take for the amulet to heal my body again. Maybe it only worked once. Or maybe it had to do with the fluid Cassandra injected on me before she threw me inside that nasty cell.

Speaking of Bela's sister, I was pissed. Truly pissed. It was no secret she never liked me, but I never thought she'd be able to betray her own sister like that. Telling Bela to go to their mother's office only to bring me to the dungeons was a low blow, even for her. And there was Mrs. Volkov too. I couldn't believe she was dead.

"H-Help... somebody help me..."

I tried to scream but the blood loss and the drug made me too weak. I had to find a way out. A way to regain my forces and escape that place.

It didn't take long for me to lose my conscience again. As much as I attempted to stay awake and hear any signals someone could be around, I just couldn't. I was trapped in that endless cycle of waking up for a few minutes, moan in pain and passing out again. That was it. The Mother Miranda bitch was certainly behind it. When the right moment came, she'd come and take me for the ritual. Drugged as I was, I wouldn't be able to fight it.

"Aleena!" I heard Bela's voice, approaching. Maybe it was just another hallucination. "Oh my god!"

The cell's door opened, allowing some light to enter. I was able to distinguish my girlfriend's beautiful face among all that darkness.

"It's okay, love. You'll be okay, I promise you."

I forced a small smile as she placed my head on her lap. Using a blade, she opened a small gash on her wrist and forced it into my mouth.

"Drink it," Bela ordered. "My blood is going to heal your wounds and the drug effects."

I felt my stomach twisting from the metallic taste of blood going down my throat. I definitely wasn't born to be a vampire. For a second, I thought I was going to throw up.

"Shhhh," she held me still as the nausea struck. "Just breathe. Hold it down and you'll be okay."

I did as she told. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, the nausea was slowly going away. Bela started to caress my face and I felt as some warm tears dropped on my forehead.

"Hey, I'm just a little beaten up," I assured her. "But I'm starting to feel better."

"I... I thought you were dead. My mother told me you were dead."

Why would Lady Dimitrescu do such a thing? Of course, she needed to make sure Bela wouldn't ruin Miranda's plans. She needed to convince her to not search for me.

I was already strong enough to sit. I hugged Bela very very tightly. She was sobbing desperately. Her heart was beating so fast inside her chest, it seemed like it'd explode at any moment.

"I'm so sorry," I kissed her forehead. "I'm here and I'm not leaving you ever again. I promise."

"You're the vessel, Aleena," Bela told me. "Your body is immune to the attacks of any creatures in the village. And now Miranda wants to use you to bring her daughter back to life. She believes your body is going to accept the mutation."

She also told me about my amulet. Miranda was the one to sell it to Auryk. I immediately ripped it off from my neck.

"I knew about being the vessel. I discovered it right after you left the bedroom. My father knew it and Auryk did too, this is why he wanted to get me out of the country so badly."

Bela wasn't listening to me. She was still staring at my face in disbelief, her eyes glistening with tears from the relief of finding out I was still alive. She cupped my face between her hands and pressed her lips on mine multiple times.

"I'm going to fix this," she was still crying. "I promise you. We have a plan to kill Miranda. There's a dagger hidden here in the castle, it can kill any monsters or demons. Daniela is searching for it, while Cassandra is distracting my m-," she hesitated to say that word, "my mother."

"Okay, but Cassandra was the one to kill Mrs. Volkov to capture me. We can't trust her at all!"

Of course. The bitch had more tricks I wasn't even aware of. She could shapeshift. Now I finally knew how my father was probably killed or how Auryk obtained that amulet from her. It was also obvious who attacked the castle that morning, Miranda was willing to test my healing properties again.

"She didn't. Mother Miranda can shapeshift into any person, this is why we need to be careful. We have this safe word, to know we're the actual Dimitrescu sisters. It's 'blowfly'."

I sighed and attempted to break the tension.

"And how do you know I'm the real Aleena?" I smiled.

"Trust me, love. I know," Bela kissed me, slowly and passionate. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be doing this. Imagine how disgusting it would be to kiss that crazy bitch."

We both broke into laughs. Then, she took my hand and helped me to stand up.

"We need to get you out of here. My mother can't know I've found you. Miranda is coming to pick you up at midnight for the ritual."

Through the secret passages we made to the stables, where Bela had already left my bags and a horse prepared to take me to the village.

"Once you get there," she told me. "Just drive as far as you can. Go to the city, find your brother and fly to United States."

And then I realized.

"But Bela... what about you?"

"I'm staying here, love. I'm going to kill Miranda, together with my sisters and Heisenberg."

"And then you'll meet me there, right?!" I raised my voice, fighting hard against the tears that insisted falling down. "You'll go to California."

She was in silence for a moment, trying to find the right words, but I already knew what she wanted to say. First, she handed me my cell phone.

"You said you wanted something to remember. Now you have plenty of pictures of me in this device of yours."

"Bela... what are you saying?"

"Let's be honest, Aleena," she looked down. "It was never a possibility and you knew it. We'd have to stop at the first temperature drop we came across. We probably wouldn't even make it to the airport."

"I said I'm going to find a way! It's Summer, dammit. It's not so cold away from the mountains and once we arrive in California, it'll be even hotter."

"You know your world would never accept me, love. Look at me, I have this nasty scar, this weird tattoo, I need to drink human blood to live..."

"STOP MAKING EXCUSES TO BREAK UP WITH ME! I'LL FIND A WAY! FOR ALL OF THIS. IF THEY CAN'T ACCEPT YOU, THEN FUCK THEM! I LOVE YOU AND IT'S ALL THAT MATTERS."

"I love you too," Bela kissed my forehead. "And this is why I'm letting you go."

"Even if I go, Bela," I argued, punching her shoulder slightly, "it doesn't have to end! I'm going to call you. I'm going to write you. And I'll come here to visit you too."

"In the first few weeks, love. Then, you'll become too busy to write. Our phone calls will become shorter because you'll be too tired. You'll disappear for a few days. We'll start to fade, little by little. And finally someday, you'll meet somebody new. Somebody who can make you laugh and distract you from your tragic past. Somebody who can take you to an actual date. Somebody you can introduce to your family and friends. Somebody who actually deserves you. Who can give you a future with marriage and children. Because she isn't dead. Because she isn't... me."

"I don't want any of this! I want you and only you. This future? We can have it! Here in this fucking castle or in my old small house. I don't care if I have to serve tables for the rest of my life, as long as I have you."

"You deserve a lot more than that."

"And so do you. What are you going to do, huh? To keep playing house with the woman who killed and turned you into a vampire? Serving her every wish and pretending you love this life? Or sleep with a different servant every week to hide the fact you're completely lonely and miserable?"

"Yes, Aleena. It has been this way for six decades now and it's not going to change. I have no choice, I'm sorry."

She vanished into a swarm of flies and disappeared, leaving me completely alone in the stables. I fell on my knees again, sobbing and screaming my lungs out.

"Bela, come back here!" I cried. "I love you! Please... come back..."

I still waited for a few minutes, but as I knew and as Mrs. Volkov always warned me, when Bela made a decision nothing would change her mind. Not even her mother or her sisters. Not even me.

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Castle Dimitrescu, Bela's Room - Present Days

"I'm hungry," Cassandra complained from the couch. "Pretty please... I'm helping you with the secret mission. A scrambled egg is enough."

"Tell Lady Dimitrescu to cook," Bela remained unmoved on her bed, staring at the ceiling while wearing Aleena's jacket. The one she borrowed her when the castle was attacked. It was the only memory she'd have from the woman she loved. "She was the one to kill all the servants."

Bela was listening to an old love song from the 60's. It was the one thing she was actually capable of doing in that moment. She couldn't even manage to create different scenarios about how she could kill Miranda inside her mind, or even wander around the castle searching for the cursed knife.

She knew Aleena had safely arrived in her house at the village. She sent one of her flies to follow her and observe her for how long it was possible. The girl was completely devastated, heartbroken and it killed her to see that. She could she glimpses of the moments where she sobbed while packing her bags and taking them to her old truck. But it was the best for both of them. She'd never be safe by Bela's side. Especially while Miranda was still around.

"This music is making me nauseous," Cassandra went to the disc player and turned it off. "You should've gone with her then."

"It was the safest for her. Mother would come after me immediately and take her back to Miranda's claws."

The brunette sister went to her own bedroom and returned with a book in hands, what surprised Bela because Cassandra wasn't much of a reader.

"Check this out. I asked the Duke to get you the sequel," and she started to read, adopting the same dramatic tone as usual. "As much as I struggled not to think of him, I did not struggle to forget. I worried — late in the night, when the exhaustion of sleep deprivation broke down my defenses — that it was all slipping away. That my mind was a sieve, and I would someday not be able to remember the precise color of his eyes, the feel of his cool skin, or the texture of his voice. I could not think of them, but I must remember them. Because there was just one thing that I had to believe to be able to live — I had to know that he existed. That was all. Everything else I could endure. So long as he existed."

"Ha ha, very funny," Bela rolled her eyes. Deep down she absorbed those words. She feared someday she'd forget all those small details about Aleena too, but knowing she existed someday, and that she loved her back, was enough for her to be able to live for the rest of her immortal days. "Next time, get us something useful. Like that fucking dagger."

The door opened and Daniela walked inside, pushing a food cart.

"I brought us dinner," she announced.

"Did you kidnap a villager to cook for us?" Cassandra asked, immediately grabbing a plate.

"Of course not! I cooked it myself. If Bela can do it, I can too."

The two eldest sisters exchanged a suspicious glance, before deciding they were not so hungry after all.

"And here is the main dish..." Daniela said, lifting the lid and revealing the content inside the silver pan. "A poisonous dagger."

"You did it!" Bela exclaimed, surprised and proud.

"Yes! Let's chop that bitch to pieces."

Daniela hugged her eldest sister again. It was happening too often lately, for Bela's discomfort. But this time, she accepted the hug.

"Where's mom?" Cassandra interrupted the moment. "I haven't heard from her since I left her alone in her bedroom."

The castle was way too quiet. It wasn't the first time the servants had to be gotten rid of and they were completely by themselves. Or maybe sometimes, Lady Dimitrescu would lock herself in the Opera House to play the piano or even read a book alone in her bedroom, but that wasn't the case this time. That was a different kind of silence. A silence that indicated danger, a threat.

"Mother?!" Cassandra called, followed by her two sisters. "Where are you?"

There was no answer. They were about to reach the library when the power went out, as well as the heating system. A wave of panic instantly spread over Bela's body. She feared the cold, more than anything.

"What the hell?!" Daniela yelled. "Who's there? I'm starving and angry, so don't mess with me!"

"Shhhh," Bela silenced her. She had a feeling, a hunch about who could it be. As they approached the office, her suspicions were confirmed by the argument coming from inside the room.

"Where is she, Alcina?!" They heard Miranda yelling. "You promised me to keep her safe!"

"Mother, I swear... she was in the dungeons! There was no way she could escape. The drug was supposed to keep her down until now."

"Your daughters... they must've helped her to escape. Decades trying to find the perfect vessel and they ruined it all. They'll deal with the consequences!"

"Mother, no! Don't hurt them, I'm begging you."

In that moment, the sisters witnessed as a powerful flock of birds started to fly around the caste, shattering all the windows. As the cold air of the night in the mountains filled the entire place, the three sisters knew their ending was imminent.

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Eastern Europe, Aleena's House - Present Days

The tears blurred my vision as I followed my way back to the village. Sometimes, I'd stop for a minute, hoping Bela would change her mind and come after me. Why would she assume I was safer without her? If there was someone who could protect me, that was she.

As soon as I arrived, I went straight to the garage, getting my old truck to come back to life. Then, I followed to my bedroom to pack my bags. There wasn't much I actually needed to take, mostly my clothes, my laptop and a few other important belongings. I didn't plan to sell the house anyways. I could come back and take the rest later, if I had to.

My books. I would definitely take at least my favorites. Most of them were gifts from my mom. I couldn't leave those precious treasures behind. As I grabbed one of them to place it inside of my luggage, a small piece of paper fell on the floor:

'Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken. Love alters not with time's brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom'.

I recognized it. It was an excerpt of William Shakespeare's Sonnet 116. Bela should've left it there when she was alone in my bedroom. In the end, she wrote: 'Please, think of me sometimes. I love you, forever'.

Of course I would. There was no way I'd ever stop loving that girl, or even forgetting about her at all. I could never forget about the girl who threw me the sweetest birthday party or made me the best pancakes in the world. And especially, the first girl I ever loved. I pressed the note against my chest, letting out a few tears. I placed it among my belongings, those I was going to take with me to California.

I heard the front door opening and I immediately grabbed my rifle and my blades too. Something had to at least cause some harm to that bitch. I was slowly going down the stairs in an attack position, when I heard a voice.

"Leena? Are you home?" That was my twin brother, Auryk. "I'm back."

"Auryk," I finally revealed myself. My first impulse was running to his arms, before I remembered all the lies and the betrayal. "You knew it. You fucking knew it and you hid it from me!"

"I'm sorry, okay? I was trying to keep you safe from Miranda. I planned to get you out of here before it all came to surface, but that bitch was already one step ahead."

"We have to go, right now. She's coming after me. I just escaped Castle Dimitrescu."

"Leena, no..." he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I thought I was clear when I asked you to stay in the castle until I returned."

"Auryk, she drugged me and locked me in the dungeons!" I yelled. "She was going to sacrifice me in a sick ritual tonight. Which part haven't you understand yet?"

"This was the plan, Aleena. When she was vulnerable, during the ritual, the agency would take the opportunity to explode this place and all these freaks."

"WHAT?! What about the village... and the people, their houses? What about ME?! What if I got killed in this process?"

"They're going to evacuate the village in a couple of hours," he explained. "And then, they'll help them to rebuild their lives or something... I don't know for sure. But they would protect us."

"Stop them!" I ordered. I couldn't let them hurt Bela or her sisters. Or even put the villagers in danger. Some of them, such as Olga, Elena and her father would never abandon that place and its traditions. "Right now! You're not going to hurt them. You won't!"

"Aleena, what the fuck? They're monsters! They're going to kill you!"

And then, I did the first thing that came to my mind. It was stupid, unplanned and completely reckless. I knocked my brother's head with the rifle. As soon as he fell unconscious on the floor, I tied him up and locked him inside Adrian's secret storage.

"I'm sorry, Auryk. But I must save my girlfriend."

#resident evil village #residesnt evil 8 #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela x f!oc #bela x oc #resident evil fanfiction #the devil in i

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fatiguing-thoughts · 4 years ago

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Healing - Chapter 3 - Paul Lahote x Reader

Surprise Time - Part III of the series

Paul’s POV

When her tired voice pleaded with me to warm her up, to lay down next to her, I thought I was going to explode.

It was beyond difficult to see (Y/N) struggle so horribly. To see her curled form under the sheets, to hear her broken voice. To know that I had to drag this poor girl out of bed would be beyond difficult.

Especially when she asks me to take a nap with her, how could I say no?

I turned the shower on for her, knowing it had been far too long since her last. I noticed the way her hair dulled, I wasn’t able to smell any of her soaps like I normally did.

Her tiredness showed on her face brutally. Though even the pure exhaustion and drained state didn’t dampen her beauty a bit.

No, I still noticed the way her eyes managed to light up when she saw me; though it was far dimmer than ever before. I heard her heartbeat increase, her excitement growing. Albeit minimally while she was in this state, it still made me feel good in knowing that I could bring some life back into her.

While I waited for her to finish showering, I found myself thinking about the same thing I always did when it came to (Y/N). I was in love with her, since we were kids. But.. nothing just ever happened. She got into a relationship and I... had relations. One thing that always drove me mad was that I wish I could tell her about the bond we shared, but the right time never came.

I wanted to tell her when she first found out about the pack, about the entirety of the supernatural world. After all, this bond was the only reason I was actually allowed to tell her. I was thankful that it was her, though I hated that she was dragged into this crazy world. But having her by my side, even as a friend was heavenly. It only intensified my feelings for her.

But at that time, she needed a protector after some rogue vampires were getting a little too cozy in the area. She was panicked out of her mind, I was standing watch outside of her house all night for weeks. At that time, she needed a protector. At that time, she was already dating Michael, who definitely hated my guts. He knew how I felt about (Y/N), but she didn’t think so. She was not only oblivious, but I knew she didn’t want to lose me from her life. While she was with Michael, she needed a friend.

And right now, even after the asshat up and left, she still needs a friend.

I’d be anything she needed me to be.

I could just hope that one day we become something more, something I’ve always wanted. And I know she wanted it, too. She was just too scared, too scared to lose me. Too scared to lose us.

No, now wasn’t the right time to tell her, but I wasn’t sure if there would ever be. I wanted (Y/N) to love me for me, she needed to heal. I know she does deep down, but right now she was far too clouded.

I also needed her to know that I loved her for her, not because some bond told me to. It was just some intense icing on the cake.

The sound of the water stopping dragged me out of my thoughts, bringing me back into reality. I decided to pick up the dirty clothes on her floor, dropping them into her hamper. I made her bed and simply tidied up her room.

Anything to encourage a more peaceful mind. I knew that a neater environment would help her, messy environments will keep you down. She needed a fresh start, something to encourage her. I know she always felt a little better with a neat room, so I just tried my best for a few minutes.

Hearing her soft footsteps approach the bedroom again, I smiled to myself.

I thought about the way she looked with her wet hair hanging off her shoulder. The way she looked so great in just jeans and some t-shirt.

Wait. That’s my old t-shirt. I didn’t even think she still had it because of Michael.

“What’s the plan for today?” She asks, sitting down next to me.

“Well, that’s actually a surprise. Let’s get going.” I smile, standing up.

“Thank you for like, making my room like not horrendous.” She smiles up at me.

“I thought it would make you feel a little better to see a clean room.” I smile, reaching out to put an arm around her, giving a comforting squeeze. “As for the surprise, we should go now.”

“Lead the way, Lahote.”

We made our way out of her house, heading over to my truck. And then we were on our way.

“So is the surprise a different waterfall?” She asks, turning her attention away from the window.

“If I told you, how much of a surprise really is it?” I smirk, looking over at her.

“I guess you’re right.” She faintly chuckles.

Even a faint chuckle was enough to give me hope, hope to hear her really laugh soon.

“I usually am.”

The drive was a little longer than anticipated, but watching (Y/N) point at every tree she liked, which was a lot of trees, I realized that the old (Y/N) shone through more often. She was finally healing.

I watched as she laid her head against the window, eyes shutting closed for just a moment. Relaxation taking over, slowing down her heartbeat.

“We’re here.” I break the silence a little while later, stopping the car.

“Where are we?” She asks, looking around.

“Well, I told you I’d bring you to a waterfall. But the surprise is the hike to the waterfall, there’s some really cool stuff on the way.” I smile, helping her out of the truck.

“Ooh, is it a big hike?”

“A bit, but if you get tired I’ll put you on my back.” I shrug, nudging her lightly.

“Sounds like a plan.” She chuckles.

First stop was the labyrinth in the clearing on the way. About a mile and a half into our hike we stumbled across the stone covered floor.

“Wanna see something cool? This was the cool surprise.” I smile down at her.

“I like cool things.”

I led her over to the center of the circle, watching her admire the stone on the ground. Observing the woods around her.

“So if we stand here in the dead center, everything you say will echo.” I smirk.

“No way.” She nudges me with a smirk.

“Look.” I say, pausing before I spoke up. “Echo!” I yelled.

I watched as her eyes lit up, a giggle escaping through the curl of her lips as the echo of my voice entered her ears.

That giggle echoed throughout the labyrinth, sending blissful chills up my spine, a smile taking over my face completely. Her happiness gave me life.

“Oh my god, that’s so cool, let me try. Uhh... Hi!” She yells, laughing at herself.

When her echoes returned to her, she jumped up excitedly, practically falling into me. The desire to just hold here there was unreal, but she wasn’t ready for that.

I wouldn’t dare, I couldn’t hurt her. I can’t cause her soul any more pain.

The excitement in her eyes was priceless, something I hadn’t seen in a long time. It was something I’d do anything to see.

After a few moments of us yelling to ourselves, laughing and having a little too much fun, we were suddenly silent.

Her eyes met mine and I felt the world stop-- just like every time our eyes met. She looked like she wanted to say something, and her eyes held something more intense.

But her wonderous eyes and increased heartbeat once ceased, as she realized how we both felt.

Her lip began to quiver and her chest fell, as if someone took the air from her lungs. I noticed her nerves picking up, she grew afraid of herself, of her feelings.

“Let’s go to the waterfall.” I suggest softly, nodding my head encouragingly.

(Y/N)’s head nodded quickly and I felt her begin to calm down. So I led us to the waterfall.

I watched as she clumsily made her way down the trails. I had to guide her at a few points, but overall she kept up pretty well. The sound of the falls entering my ears.

“Wow.” She breathes out, walking closer.

“Right? It’s really nice out here.”

“It really is, thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being here for me, for taking me here. Just being Paul.” She smiles up at me.

“You don’t have to thank me, I want to be here for you. I care about you.” I smile, pulling her into my side.

“It’s important to thank those who care for you.” She looks up into my eyes, making me melt. “Thanking those who you care about it important.”

“You’re right.”

We sat, watching the waterfall and eating the lunch we packed. Though, it wasn’t too long before it was time to head back.

The hike back wasn’t as long, but it was just as fun. It was nice to see (Y/N) looking alive, looking like what I remember.

I watched as she grew tired by the minute, her steps slowing and her knuckles growing white from clenching her fists so hard. The way she was running out of breath.

“Are you getting tired?”

“No, I’m great.” She turns around, though her voice broke as she was out of breath.

“Mmmhmm, sure. Sounds like it.” I tease.

“Alright, fine. I’m a little tired.” She admits, looking at me sheepishly.

“Get on.”

I crouch down and stand in front of a rock, making sure it would be easy enough for her to get onto my back.

“Are you sure?”

“Very.”

Finishing off the hike with her on my bike was blissful. To feel her so close to me, her head resting on my shoulder, and her hands on my chest. Getting back to the truck was quicker with me walking, but if I was smart I would’ve walked a lot slower.

I walked her over to her side, helping her in before getting on our way back to her house.

“Thank you for today, Paul. I appreciate it.” She says, laying her head on the window.

“Of course.” I smile, watching her eyes droop.

The ride back was silent, as she had fallen asleep. But her heartbeat was enough noise for me to be happy. Waking her up didn’t really work all too well so when we got back to her house, I picked her sleepy state up and carried her into her house.

I laid her on her bed and made my way to leave her house.

“Paul, wait.” She whines from the bed.

“Yeah?”

“Stay. Please.” She pleads.

“Are you sure?”

“Very.”

I smiled to myself, making my way back over to her bed. I felt her arms wrap around me and pull herself closer to me.

“You’re so warm.” She mumbles into my shoulder, nuzzling her face into me. ___________________________ Word Count: 1888

#paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote imagine #jared cameron #sam uley #jacob black #embry call #quil ateara #leah clearwater #seth clearwater #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight fanfiction #twilight imagines

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lilypixels · 3 years ago

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...............all of them.....?

It took me an hr to do this....🥲💀

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Teacupsss

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Lollipops

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Uhhh cotton candy

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Probably quiet and smart lol I did my school work and was friendly with everyone so I was a favorite and heard all the nice things 🙈

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

I kinda like bottles more but like the glass ones with the caps that could slice your fingers-

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

I’m for all but sports lol

7. earbuds or headphones?

Earbuds

8. movies or tv shows?

Shows cause I’m the type to watch an hr long episode vs hr long movie idk why but I’m rarely in mood for them

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Drop the beat (ie songs that are upbeat and I like most)

13. lanyard or key ring?

Hmm...I guess lanyard?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Skittles or twizzlers

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

I had lots I had to read in school but only ever finished a handful lol my favorite I think was maybe Macbeth? I would say Odyssey but I don’t think we read the full thing cause I remember being disappointed about something like that...

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Sitting with my legs bent up in seat with me in some way

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Converse and some nice but cheap sneakers from Walmart

18. ideal weather?

Not too hot, not too cold, mild like before/after a rain (most the time), idc if it’s raining or sunny but as long as temp is comfortable I’m fine

19. sleeping position?

On my side most often

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Phone and notebook

21. obsession from childhood?

Oh gosh uhhh I guess my like of dolls maybe? Or obsession with anything ✨unexplained✨ like ghosts, aliens, cryptids, etc

22. role model?

Kim Namjoon lol just kidding (sorta)

23. strange habits?

Ok I know I have some and my friends would be more than happy to point them all out but hm let me think...idk if these count as habits but I’ll never place a mirror facing a bed (this is more superstitious I guess than habit,,,) I can’t stand my food touching, if I have a tray like in cafeteria I have a certain spot for everything and uh my mind just went blank-

24. favorite crystal?

Moonstone, lapis lazuli, and I feel obligated to say garnet cause it’s my birthstone

25. first song you remember hearing?

Circle of Life maybe who knows xD

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Walk or clean,,I’m more active and about with warm/nice weather

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

...stay inside where it’s warm

28. five songs to describe you?

Not this again😭 uhhh idk you tell me ajdbd

29. best way to bond with you?

Indulge me when I go off about things I like or learn 😔✊ I know I’ll talk your ear off and I’m sorry but know I don’t often talk about these things with people so once I start it’s hard to stop,,and it makes me really happy when people do listen to me about these things and send me related items every so often or even look into it themselves to learn more 🥺

30. places that you find sacred?

For some reason this feels like a trick question...um cemeteries and anything with ages of history I guess

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

Oof do I really have a true outfit?? I have shoes for this which are just black platform sneakers I call stomping shoes

32. top five favorite vines?

I never,,,watched these,,,

33. most used phrase in your phone?

“Yes”...?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

State Farm and McDonald’s, always

35. average time you fall asleep?

10-11...usually...

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Uhhh that one with the ginger dude (I think it was someone’s yearbook photo??) I don’t remember much else about the meme but it was on ifunny, or whatever the app was, a lot

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Suitcase

38. lemonade or tea?

Easy, tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

...neither

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Dude these questions really testing my brain power here- for senior prank someone put cereal in some bathroom sinks I think

41. last person you texted?

My mom

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

I’m gonna say jacket since I wear those often

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Hoodie or cardigan

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Usually whatever shirt I’m wearing that day and some pj/lounge pants 🤷

47. favorite type of cheese?

Mozzarella

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

I-what kind of question is this? How does one even answer this?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

What comes around goes around lol (yes I’m a heavy believer of karma)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

Lol who knows, probably something dumb me and my siblings were doing or something we watched cause there’s been plenty times of that xD

51. current stresses?

Homework vs free time e-e

52. favorite font?

I like the gothic looking ones but it’s usually not practical to use so idk

53. what is the current state of your hands?

My hands...? They’re fine ??

54. what did you learn from your first job?

How to care for babies and little kids, how to put on a diaper lol

56. favorite tradition?

I can’t remember a particular one off hand but I’m trying to start few new ones like decorating cookies for Halloween uwu

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Uhhhhh like personally or...? Cause we’ve overcome homelessness before, um finishing assignments idk😭 oh maybe bullying?? That’s all I can think of since I still struggle with a lot,,

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Alright let’s do thisss: creativity (mostly in writing sense), I can bake/cook, I have amazing organization skills and many work places have used that lol (bonus is I don’t mind, I actually really enjoy it, very peaceful), surprisingly good balance all things considered, I’m a quick learner

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“I’m too tired for this.”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Good question good question🤔 I don’t think I’d last in any of them/have a terrible side character role so 💀

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“Life’s too short to hold grudges.”

62. seven characters you relate to?

Dude this is gonna get embarrassing I can feel it🤠

Itaru, Iori, Sogo, Belle, Simeon (obey me), Nozaki (he’s clueless about romance irl and doesn’t know when someone has a crush on him yet can write romance well enough and yeah it’s me lol), and uhh Swindler/Ordinary Person in Akudama Drive (still can’t believe no one really has names in that anime but the way she gets wrapped in everything felt like something that’d happen to me lol)

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Like nightclub...? I’m skipping this ajdbd

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Probably the Barbie site, me and my sister played all the dress up games almost daily istg

65. any permanent scars?

Appendectomy scars and then looks like I have one on a toe but it’s possible it still might heal...

66. favorite flower(s)?

Nightshade, foxglove, baby’s breath, bellflowers, roses

67. good luck charms?

I don’t think I have any...

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Lemon

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Let me think...I read something once about flowers having ears(?) but like not ear ears just something about having a part that picks up sound waves

70. left or right handed?

Right

71. least favorite pattern?

Lolll animal print I think

72. worst subject?

Physics...the worst science

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

6...?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I don’t remember, it probably happened when i was 6. I do remember losing one of my front teeth during my birthday one year and I was happy since the tooth had been loose for some time xD

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Chips I guess or just like fried in skillet

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

A succulent probably

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Neither ew

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

They are both about equally terrible

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

Fireflies

82. pc or console?

I am on pc side now

83. writing or drawing?

Writing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts I guess

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology, it’s too fun and chaotic lol

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Hm...cupcakes

87. your greatest fear?

Uh,,,I don’t have many fears but I guess one would be falling from a great height? So I would get scared of crossing a bridge and it collapsing or riding a plane and it falling easily

88. your greatest wish?

World peace🥲

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My mom maybe...?

90. luckiest mistake?

I honestly don’t remember but something I do remember is I out semicolon instead of period and turned out to be correct grammar lol

91. boxes or bags?

Boxes

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Sunlight or fairy lights, I don’t require much either way and prefer more natural lighting

93. nicknames?

Lassie, twinkle toes, Ash, poody butt (by 3 yr old I sometimes watch and play with lol he means it affectionately; I call him monkey butt and it’s catching on slowly instead)

94. favorite season?

Starting to be fall just a little more but I like transition times most

95. favorite app on your phone?

Let’s go with twitter

96. desktop background?

It is a moriarty and gang pic

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

2: mine and my moms

98. favorite historical era?

Ooo tough one but I’ll say renaissance as some of the coolest things came from that time

#if there’s something messed up in this string of text #ignore it cause I’m not proofreading again ajdbd #I did not realize there were so many questions pls #asks #jade why 😔💜

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years ago

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first time together

REAL LIFE COUPLE TBS X READER RATING: SMUT

I smiled nervous but excited sitting in the sofa in his very nice newly renovated house every so often sipping my glass of wine trying to not think about the tension in the room. We had been dating a good while now and due to work and such we hadn't really seen each other my h recently and one of those things when you can't see each other in a relationship is communication. He'd been working on some new things top secret so he couldn't tell me much but he'd been away alot and we'd been chatting mostly over whatsapp and phone calls. I had noticed our conversations some evening turn form our usual 'aww I miss you too', 'ill have to give you a huge hug when I get home' more to things like 'I wish you were here with me… if I had you here in this big bed maybe I wouldn't feel so lovely x', 'i miss you so badly, maybe when I get home you can stay over all weekend ;)' And so here I was with the intention to be staying l weekend, I had stayed the night before here and there not often as while it was getting revocated he was staying with his mum and sister so we didn't stay the night together too often. And more then anything the tension was there because as long as we've been dating, we hadn't had sex. We just hadn't yet been busy, and with all that was going on with work, and his house and the move it was all so busy and we just kinda never found the right time. It didn't bother me and honestly I don't think I bothered him that we didn't but I think we both need that this weekend it was probably gonna happen. And I was excited to say the least if a little worried. He wondered back from dropping something off in the kitchen and leant on the living room doorframe in his blue suit pants, light blue button down his hair fixed as usual even if I had been messing with it tonight, he smiled at me but with a little yawn I almost awwed it was kinda cute like a sleepy little puppy "Oohh sorry. Don't know what's up with me" he says "It's alright if your tired tommy you've had a long few days" "You wanna head to bed?" "Sure" I nodded I got up going to take my class but he stopped me "I'll deal with this and I'll lock up you go on up" he says kissing my cheek I smiled handing him the glass and heading up the stairs all the way to his bedroom I could tell he had cleaned it and made the bed with all fresh sheets before I got here I kicked my shoes off putting them close to my little suitcase with my stuff I tried getting at the zip to my dress but I was struggling damn stupid back zip "need some help?" He asks as he too arrived in the bedroom "Ohh uhh yes please" I blushed I heard him step over, I felt the heat of his breath on my neck his hands rested on my waist and slipped up to the back of my dress and the to of my zip he gently pulled the zip down making sure to be slow and tender he stopped about half way down my back just an inch or so below my bra clasps I felt him move closer and press a kiss to my shoulder "... We don't. Have to do anything you don't want to. You know that right?" He asks I blushed s little and turned to face him wrapping my arms gently around his neck to give him a cuddle "I want to. You've waited long enough" "It doesn't matter how long I've waited. If you don't want to we won't" he says giving my nose a kiss "okay kitten?" "I know but I want to" "Yeah? You… really want to?" "Very much. I've missed you" "Umm I've missed you too" he smirked almost moaning he was so excited pulling me as tight to him as possible kissing me rather hard I kissed back as fast as I could trying to keep at his speed his hands stroking the small of my back as we kissed he pulled back a moment getting some breath I smiled and took the opportunity to slip a hand down and begin undoing the buttons on his shirt he smirked looking down at my hand gently biting his lip he looks back up at me licking across his bottom lip before pulling the rest of the zip down "you uhh you look really nice tonight" he muttered almost like he'd forgotten about saying it "Thank you. You do too" I giggled "Can I?" He hinted tugging on my dress a little I nodded as I had now undone his shirt completely gently stroking on the smooth skin I had exposed. He pulled my dress off me gently making sure not to hurt me or damage my dress till it pooled at my ankles he looked me over "fuck." He gasped "you look amazing" he said almost unable to stop looking at me but within a second his hand moved to my neck and cheek "come here" he smirked pulling me close kissing my lips with so much passion and energy he pushed his shirt off throwing it to the floor with my dress and took both his hands away to work at his belt and pants our kisses quickly turned more passionate with tounge and heat in each kiss once he kicked his pants off his legs he held me close again I giggled a little pulling back and moving to kneel on the mattress maybe a millisecond after he joined me I sat up a little excited but nervous before I spoke "Did you need me to-" He interrupted before I even finished taking my hands in his intertwining our fingers "no thank you, I uhh I'm hard enough" he nods "Are you?" I giggled with a little bit of a smirk "Why don't you find out" he smirked pulling me gently back to a kiss I smirked into it moving a hand down to stroke across his boxers "fuck" he gasped as I stroked gently across his shaft thought the thin elastic fabric he didn't waste Time both hands slipping up to gently fondle my breasts "fuck you feel so good" he muttered between kisses before pulling back "you uhhh… I'll" he nodded I was a bit confused before he moved to his side of the bed going for his draw I then understood and gently kicked my panties off as he pushed his boxers off and got the condom sorted out "damn thing how is both ways wrong!" He complained "Theses only two options Thomas' "Yeah and apparently both are wrong" "Blowing on it helps" "Does it?... Ohh yeah a little bit I think it's that way." He muttered "ha! Got it how did you know something I didn't?" "How so?' "I imagine I've been putting on condoms a lot longer then you have?' "Ehh maybe, but teenage boys where always useless at it honestly I felt better doing it anyway atleast I knew it was right" "That's fair. I wonder if I was useless like that as a teenage boy?" "Maybe" 'i don't know. I don't think I was. Then again we used way more because my at that time girlfriend she had a thing with using the flavoured ones. Said she didn't like how my dick tasted" I giggled a little and gave his vock a gentle kiss "I think it's fine" I smiled "Umm well your welcome to give it a kiss anytime you want my little kitten" he cooed "Sorted?" "Yep. Sorted. So uhhh" he blushed a little "missionary? Cowgirl?... Doogy? It's up you kitten" "Missionary." I nodded "Umm okay." He smirked I laid down excitedly and he happily climbed ontop of me "you want me to stop, or slow or anything you just tell me okay?" "I will" "Promise?' 'I promise" "Okay" he smirked leaning down to kiss me I happily kissed him back gently opening my legs out he happily got snug between my legs wrapping them softly around his hips it seems odd to day but I barely felt him push inside he was so slow and gentle and the moment he got one little inch the rest just sort of slipped on in until he was hilt deep inside me, he waited a moment softly stroking my hips and stomach "fuck…. Uummmm kitty. Y/n christ you feel so fucking good" he moans pulling almost completely out and then diving hilt deep again I tightened my grip on him a little and he got faster barely stopping now between thrusts, I gently moaned everytime he pushed in as he seemed to rub so nicely on my inside every time so much I could feel his close it was making me his movements only winding me up more, his moans didn't stop either lost in his own little world. "Thomas…" "Yeah y/n?" "Faster" "Yeah? Faster? No problem kitten." He smirked getting much faster being a little mercilous on me kissing down my neck but I think part of what was to stop his moans I knew how close I was dancing at the edge of pleasure feeling it bubble every time he barely moved I tightened my legs around him often scratching his back a little between our kisses and moans I could hear his harsh breaths and the sound of the bed hitting the wall oven and over the slight squeak of bedsprings under us until I hit it grabbing him hard and trying not to scream but I'm not sure I did to well "Uuuuhhh! Uuhh ahhhhh!" I squealed feeling the waves of pleasure overwhelm me Only a few more and I felt him suddenly stop deep inside me "uughhh! Uuuuhhhhh!" He groaned rather loudly his eyes rolling back a moment before he pulled out and collapsed down next to me on the bed both of us getting our breath back after all that a little sweaty and overwhelmed "did I do okay?" "Spectacular" I giggled patting his stomach as my arm was all I was able to really move and it's the first place I reached on him "how did I do?" 'brilliantly y/n." He smiled holding my hand "ow. Oww. Ahh!" He complained "You okay?' "Yeah it was on a little tight that's all." He says tieing the condom up and throwing it in his bin "I am going for a ciggertte, you want anything?' "Could I have a glass of water?" "Of course. Back in a minute kitty' he smiled giving my lips a kiss before he climbed out of bed pulling his boxers back on and wiping his hair a little as he went off into the house I got up and slipped my bra off getting my panties back on and slipping on my cute little nightie before sitting back in bed, he returned handing me a glass of water "Thank you" I smiled taking it and having a little sip "Your welcome" he says before going to his window opening it and sitting on the windowsill rolling himself a ciggertte "Why don't you go out like normal?" I asked "Because I wanna be in here with you" he says "do you want me to go out with it?" "No it's okay" I smiled "You look cute in my bed" he says lighting his ciggertte up "I've been in your bed before?" "Yeah. Just… you look cute." "Perhaps it's a post orgasum glow" I giggled putting my water back "Might be" he chuckled "you did actually… right?" "Why?" He just shurgs "I like checking. Have a habit of… not always making girls cum' "We are complicated thing" "I know. This things a child's little four button wheel toy. That is a fucking enterprise control panel" he explained making me laugh "I like asking. I know I don't always do it and especially… the first time we ever, did it." "I did thomas. And I enjoyed it very much' I smiled blowing him a kiss he smiled and blew me s kiss too "... Sorry. Guess I kinda get a bit paranoid. My uhh my ex girlfriend used to fake it. When she wanted it to be over. Guess I kinda get a little worried" "Ohh I can't fake it I'm a terrible actress.' I laughed making him chuckle too "if I ever don't you shall be informed" "Okay. You do look amazing though" "Thank you I did my best" I giggled "it was a little hard with the bra there kinda bigger today then usual" "They look great" "Thank you Thomas. You look lovely too" I smiled as he finished his cigarette and came to bed "Thanks, I did my best tried to be colour coordinated had a fight with my hair to try and get it to do..m something that isn't this?" "Did you loose?" "I did loose" "Well" I smiled giving him a kiss "you fought bravely" "Your too sweet to me kitten" he cooed "you ready to get some sleep?' "Yeah, let's get some sleep" I smiled he turned the light off and we slowly got cosy "Goodnight y/n" "Goodnight Thomas" I smiled.

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7 and 13 with Sicheng? 🐥

“You taste like fucking candy.“ + “I-I just, I wasn’t expecting that. But I liked it. A lot.” + winwin

You’re not a baby, that’s for damn sure. But somehow, someway, your mother still managed to foist a babysitter on you when you were a full-grown adult living in a city far away from her.

You were sick, but not the kind of sick that medicine could fix. It was more of an emotional sickness than a physical one, and that was something your mother didn’t really understand.

“It’s your birthday, you can’t be sick.” She’d told you as soon as you answered the phone. “What about going out with your friends, having fun?”

But that was just the problem. Since moving to Seoul a couple months ago, you hadn’t truly made any real friends. There were acquaintances at work, but none of them even really knew it was your birthday, and they certainly weren’t about to throw a party for you. You just didn’t know how to tell that to your family, especially since you’d told them stories about your coworkers enough that they recognized the names and assumed they were your friends.

“Mom, I just don’t feel well today.” You repeated against her insistence of it’s your birthday!

Truthfully it was because of all of this that you didn’t feel well. The loneliness weighed down your stomach like a physical stone resting in your belly, swelling with nausea every time that you remembered that it’s your birthday and you’re alone in a city that you don’t always feel that you belong in.

“Well, you shouldn’t be alone,” your mother says. “Call over one of your friends.”

Again, a pang in your belly. You bite your lip. “I don’t want anyone else to get sick.” The lie only makes it worse.

“You won’t get anyone sick, you’re being silly. If you won’t call over a friend, I’ll text that nice boy from your building and tell him to come over.” You can already hear her moving away from her phone, heading toward the old-fashioned book where she keeps track of important things.

“Mom, oh my God. No! That would be humiliating.”

What’s worse than being completely alone on your birthday? Having your mom send a random guy who lives in your building to come hang out with you out of pity. You can still remember the bizarre panic and embarrassment that had swept through you in those first few days when you were moving in. Your mother had come with you just to help you get situated and make sure that the apartment was going to be nice like the pictures online.

She’d gone out to get groceries on the second day while you tried setting up the wifi completely, and when she returned she was beaming and began telling you about the neighbor just two doors down who’d helped her when she dropped one of the bags, who was about your age and so handsome, and she’d told him all about her daughter who had just moved in upstairs. Somehow your sneaky mother had gotten his number just in case she ever couldn’t get in contact with you or if something happened to you and someone needed to contact her.

Or, you know, in case her daughter was lonely and she could humiliate you by contacting this neighbor you had never met, and asking him to come sit with you.

You were mortified.

“Mom! No!” You insisted again as you heard her stop flipping pages and make a quiet aha as she found the number she was looking for. “Mom, are you seriously–”

“You need to have someone with you on your birthday, even if you’re sick. Happy Birthday. Love you!” And she ended the call just like that.

Now you felt even worse than before, so to take your mind off of how you were potentially being embarrassed long-distance, you took a shower, but that just gave you more time to mull over things, so then you dressed and cleaned the apartment, scrubbing at a stubborn stain on the sofa, and then vacuuming and dusting.

And when you were just finished with that, about to sit down and watch a movie, there was a knock on your door.

She didn’t, you wanted to scream and you almost wanted to cry angry, embarrassed tears.

Another knock, and then, “Y/N?”

It wasn’t a voice that you recognized, but when you came over to the peep hole in the door, you were stunned as you realized that you did know that face. But how did it know your name.

You opened the door to face WinWin of NCT and WayV fame.

He looked at you. You looked at him.

“Uhh, when you moved in, your mom asked for my number, and she just called to ask if I’d come check on you?” He rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. “She said you were sick.”

You could feel your face heating up. “Yeah. You really didn’t have to come check on me. You were probably busy and I really, really don’t want to get you sick.”

WinWin looked at you again, glancing up and down. “You don’t look sick.”

You sigh and lean against the door. “I’m not sick. Not really. I just told her that so she wouldn’t get upset that I’m alone on my birthday, because then I’d have to admit that I haven’t really made any friends since I moved here. And it’s pathetic enough that I’m explaining this to you, I don’t want to have to explain it to her too.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be alone on your birthday.” He says, and then he holds something out to you that you hadn’t noticed before. “The auntie who cooks for us made this for you when I told her about what your mom said. She says it’ll make you feel better. She also told me that if I don’t feed it to you and nurse you back to health myself, she’ll never let me forget it.”

“Did my mom say that or the auntie?” You ask, carefully taking the food parcel from WinWin.

“My dorm auntie.” He smiles. “By the way, I can’t believe we’ve never met before. We live so close to each other, and if you’ve not seen me or the others before, I’m sure you’ve heard them. They get so loud.”

Sometimes late at night you’d heard happy shouts or music coming from somewhere nearby. And once you had thought you saw Kun, but he was wearing a hat and a mask and it was late, so you assumed your mind was playing tricks on you. Now you knew that it was most likely him you’d seen.

“Well, tell her thank you for the soup. And I’m sorry about all of this. I’ll tell my mom to delete her number, like, I’d really hoped that she would have lost it by now so that way nothing as embarrassing as this could ever happen.” You start to step back to close the door, but the look on WinWin’s face makes you pause.

WinWin clears his throat. “I can still keep you company, if you’d like? I’m serious, I don’t think you should be alone on your birthday unless that’s what you really want.” It’s not what you want, but you don’t want him to hang out with you if he’s just doing it out of pity. As if he hears your thoughts, WinWin says, “Also, that’s a lot of soup that she made. A lot more than one person can eat. And I might have candy that I’d be willing to share with you as a birthday present.”

“Alright.” You step back, this time holding the door open wider for him to come inside, and in a light, teasing voice, you say, “But only because of the candy.”

As you pulled your short coffee table closer to the sofa, clearing it off a bit to make room for the soup, you were glad you’d cleaned your apartment and showered. WinWin sat there on your sofa, looking around the place with interest. Suddenly you were very conscious of the paintings you’d hung on your walls, the basket of unfolded laundry sitting outside the bathroom door, and the movie you had queued up on the TV.

But thank God the stain was gone from the couch and everything else was neat and tidy, fresh as your clean cotton air freshener could make it.

You grabbed bowls and spoons from the kitchen, and as you ladled some soup into a bowl for WinWin, you told him, “You know, you really probably shouldn’t give your number out to just anyone. Even if she is a mother concerned about the future of her daughter.”

“Why?” WinWin looked up at you, thanking you softly as he takes the bowl from you. “She could be crazy? Or a sasaeng’s attempt at getting my number?”

Yes, those are exactly the reasons.

“But if I hadn’t given her my number, then what are the chances that I’d get to be sitting here with you?” Your belly does a funny floppy fluttery feeling at his words. “Pretty low, if I had to guess. And that would be a shame because so far I feel like we could get along.”

“It’s probably because you’re a Scorpio.” You say before you realize. Your eyes go wide. “I just, I mean, I get along really well with Scorpios.”

WinWin looks at you sideways for a second. “So you are a fan?”

Again, a funny feeling mixed with nausea and embarrassment. “No, not really. Well, yes and no. I like your music, but it’s not like I obsess over you or anything like that. I’ve just seen stuff about your birthday, so I know you’re a Scorpio.” How do I make myself sound less crazy? you thought, looking down into your bowl of soup, praying that the whirls of steam will reveal the answer to you.

“It’s not a bad thing if you’re a fan,” WinWin says after a moment. “Just as long as you’re not going to sell pictures of me or stories. Or try to sell some of my hair.” He grimaces, but then tries to hide it as he takes a spoonful of the soup.

“I’m definitely not going to do that. I didn’t even know you lived here, I swear. And I definitely didn’t want you or anyone else coming to my apartment today. That was entirely my mother’s doing.”

WinWin changes the subject, talking instead about the art on your walls, asking if you painted them yourself (you did), asking questions about you and how you like living in Seoul. You talk for a bit about how it is coming from somewhere so different to live here, how it’s not a culture shock necessarily, but getting used to living in a foreign country can be difficult.

Any awkwardness you may have thought you were going to feel with him vanishes, and soon the soup is gone but the conversation continues and WinWin produces the promised candy from his pockets. It’s sticky and sweet and exactly what you needed. Even after the last candy wrapper is crumpled up beside the rest, WinWin stays, and it’s only as it’s getting late that his phone buzzes in his pocket and he has to leave, but not before you exchange numbers, so the next time you’re feeling lonely your mother doesn’t have to be the one to ask him to hang out with you.

And crazy as it may be, you do feel much better afterwards, though you’re not sure if it’s the soup, the company, the candy, or some combination of all three.

You almost passed him on the stairs a few days later.

“Hey.” WinWin’s voice is what caught your attention this time. You looked up so fast that your neck twinged, and you had to clutch onto the rail to keep from falling. WinWin reaches out too. “Woah, careful. Don’t fall because of me.”

“Thanks.” You rub your neck, hoping to soothe it.

WinWin then digs a hand into his pocket and the next thing you know, he’s holding a piece of candy out to you. You give him a funny look, but you take it anyway.

“What’s this for?”

“Just to make you feel better.” WinWin comes to stand on your side of the steps as another person tries to walk down. “Something to keep you sweet.”

You laugh and smile and pretend like you’re not blushing. “Thank you.”

“Are you feeling better? Less sick?” WinWin asks. “Or is your mom going to call me again?”

“She should leave you alone. I told her to.” You unwrap the piece of candy and pop it into your mouth. “And I am feeling much better. It turned out to be a pretty good birthday.”

WinWin’s gaze was warm on your face, a slow smile growing across his face. “Any particular reason?”

“Oh, it was for sure all the candy.” You ball up the candy wrapper, roll it around in the palm of your hand until WinWin suddenly reaches out and pinches it between his fingers. His fingertips brush your palm, leaving a tingle behind under your skin. Distracted by that, your voice comes out a lot softer when you say, “And the soup. Maybe the company, but that’s yet to be decided.”

Your busy smiling at WinWin, so you don’t notice when somebody rounds the stairs behind you and clears their throat. WinWin starts, and turns his gaze at the intruder. Hendery’s standing there, staring at WinWin’s fingers in your palm, the candy wrapper that you’re both seeming to cling to.

“Are you coming?” Hendery asks.

WinWin nods. “Yeah. A minute.”

Hendery slowly leaves, and when you’re alone again, WinWin says, “I have to go.” He steps down a few steps, not breaking eye contact with you in a way that suddenly feels very intimate. Before he turns away, he says, “You know, if you’re not going to let your mom contact me to come hang out with you, you could text me. I’ve got more candy, if you want it.”

As if you need the candy to want to hang out with WinWin. He’s handsome and funny and nice, sweet and smart and fun to talk to.

From somewhere down below in the building, you hear a door open and close.

“Go,” you tell him. “I’ll see you around.”

WinWin smiles and then dashes away down the stairs to catch up with Hendery.

Every time you see WinWin after that, he hands you a piece of candy. Sometimes more than one. Even if you’re only passing on the stairs or in the hall outside your apartments and neither of you has time to stop and chat, he’ll pass you a piece of candy and a smile. When you actually do text him and ask if he wants to come over, he brings candy. Once you even ran into him when you were coming home from a grocery run and he was stopping to grab some food from the place around the corner, and even then he had candy to give to you.

It was weeks or months later when you finally brought it up to him.

You were sitting together on the floor of your apartment. WinWin was leaned back with his head resting against the sofa, his eyes closed as he groaned about how full he was. You were still picking at what remained of the take out, but you were feeling pretty full too, and if the food continued sitting there, you knew you were just going to pick at it until you were miserably full.

So you started to clean up, gathering empty cola bottles, glasses, the food containers and napkins. And then you noticed a piece of candy sitting right there on top of your phone.

You sigh and pick up the piece of candy. “What’s this?”

WinWin cracks open an eye to see what you’re talking about. He frowns. “A piece of candy. Like usual.”

“You know, you don’t have to give me candy every time you see me. I promise you, the candy is not why I like seeing you.” You hope he knows that every time you’ve said that the candy is why you let him in that first night, that was a lie. The candy is not what keeps you coming back to him.

“I like giving you candy.” WinWin says. “Keeps you sweet.”

You wrinkle your nose at that cheesy line.

WinWin leans forward then and plucks the candy from your fingers. “Fine, no more candy for you then.”

“No! I didn’t say I don’t want the candy.” You whine and reach for it, but he pulls it farther out of your reach.

He holds it out of your reach, and you crawl toward him, stretching your arm up but your fingers only reach his wrist. WinWin laughs, and you watch as he nimbly unwraps the candy with just his one hand without dropping it. And then quickly, he brings it down. You move to intercept it, but then he closes his hand completely around it.

“Do you want it?” WinWin teases. You nod. WinWin jerks his chin. “Okay, sit back. Open your mouth.”

You do just that, sitting back on your heels right beside his knee, and WinWin holds the candy out, making airplane noises at you like your a child. He flies it toward your mouth in a zig-zagging pattern, and you’re not about to try to chase it now, but then it’s so close, right there within your grasp, and you move forward.

Your lips bump into his fingers, but it’s too late. WinWin jerks his hand back, pops the candy into his own mouth, and his lips curl into a victorious smile.

“That’s not fair!” You sit closer, so close to him that when he opens his mouth, you can almost smell the sweetness of the candy. “That was mine!”

WinWin laughs and takes your hand.

For a second you forget all about the candy. All that matter is his warm hand on yours, and your heart races trying to catch up with your mind which is jetting off into all sorts of different scenarios, down curious pathways.

WinWin presses something into your palm and curls your fingers around it. “I have more candy.” His words are soft, sweet, wrapped in a layer of affection you’ve never noticed before. “I’ve always got more candy for you.”

As soon as his hand leaves yours, you unwrap the candy and pop it into your mouth, savoring it on your tongue. It’s the same candy it’s always been, but somehow it tastes sweeter.

One of the others lets you into their apartment when you show up at the door. By this point, they all recognize you as the neighbor that WinWin keeps spending all of his time with when they’re not working. He’s not there now, but he will be soon, and you didn’t feel like waiting around in your apartment for him, so since he’d recently told you that you were welcome over at his place whenever you wanted, here you were.

And oddly, none of the other guys seemed to find anything strange about that.

You were just showed to the room that belonged to WinWin and someone else, neither of them were there at the moment, so you sat on the bed that was WinWin’s and you waited.

Looking around, you could see what in the space was his, what parts of it he’d made his own. And the more you looked around, the more you wondered, where did he hide his candy stash?

You didn’t want to look around through his things, being nosy and invading his privacy was not the reason you’d come over. However, it had been a few days since you saw him last, and you were craving just a taste of sugar. It didn’t really take long. You just took a peek under his bed, and there you found storage box that had a large bag of candy in it as well as some other snacks.

You couldn’t help it. You quickly dug out a handful of candy, unwrapped them, and stuffed them in your mouth, shoving the evidence in the pocket of your sweatshirt as you fell back onto the bed to enjoy your mouthful of stolen candy.

Several minutes later, you were still like that when WinWin came inside his room. He looked a bit worn out, a little rattled, and when he looked at you he seemed calmer.

“Hey.” You sat up, and in a light voice, you asked, “How was your day?”

He didn’t answer, not with his words anyway.

WinWin walked toward you, dumped his bag beside the bed, and put his hands to your cheeks, and drew your mouth to his in a bruising kiss. You gasped, opening up to him, and WinWin deepened the kiss, pressing you flat on the bed.

Part of you wondered if you’d somehow fallen asleep, if this was a dream? Because this had come out of nowhere. Hadn’t it?

You kissed him back, slowing it down and softening the kiss. WinWin makes a low moan that you echo back at him.

“You taste like fucking candy,” WinWin murmurs. He kisses you again, touching his tongue against yours in a way that has you squirming and making another little sound of pleasure. “So sweet. Hmm.” WinWin sits up then, runs his fingers through his hair, and suddenly frowns down at you. “I haven’t seen you in a few days. Why do you taste like candy so much?”

Tucking your hands into your sweatshirt pocket, you shake your head. “I don’t know. Maybe that’s just how I taste.”

WinWin shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s it.”

He leans over you again, and you laugh, place a hand to his chest. “Might I ask what brought this on? Not that I’m complaining about you kissing me. At all.” You can feel his heartbeat pounding against your palm, and it picks up again as he looks back at your lips.

“Don’t try to change the subject.” WinWin leans in again, and this time when he kisses you it’s just so gentle, his lips caressing yours, a hand cradling the back of your neck.

Your hand slips under his shirt, and he makes a strange but cute sound, shivering when you curl your fingers against his hip. “WinWin, why–?”

There’s a soft crinkling noise as WinWin touches your belly. He breaks the kiss, looks down at your sweatshirt, and then his hand plunges into your pocket, and draws out the crumpled up wrappers. “Mm, that’s what I thought. You found my sweet stash?”

“Yeah.” You tilt your chin, and WinWin crushes his mouth to yours again, the candy wrappers cascading from his fingers. “WinWin, really, what’s brought this on?” You ask between kisses.

“You make me happy.” WinWin strokes your cheek. “My day was kinda not great, but you make me happy. And I’ve been holding myself back, thinking that you don’t like me too. You just like me for my candy. But today, today I needed something happy, and here you were waiting for me.” He kissed you again, and this time you loop your arms around his neck.

You’re still kissing when the door opens. The floor creaks then creaks again and the door closes.

“Oops, your roommate’s probably scarred now.” You laugh.

“That’s okay,” WinWin says. He kisses you again. “Now he knows to leave us alone.”

You put a hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly as he moves forward to make out with you once again, and this time he pauses and looks down at you, your face all blushed and you a little out of breath.

“Are you okay?” WinWin pushes your hair back behind your ear.

You nod, twist your fingers in his shirt. “Yeah, just a little out of breath.”

WinWin moves off of you anyway. He rolls off the bed, and for a second you hear him rummaging around beneath it, and then he reappears.

“For you.” He holds out a candy to you.

You laugh and take it, unwrap it and pop it into your mouth, puckering as it’s a sour one that really hits you. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, reaching out to lightly punch at WinWin as he laughs and slides back up onto the bed with you.

“Sour?” WinWin cradles your cheek, his thumb tracing the shape of your puckered lips.

“A little bit.” You shake your head and swallow. He offers you another candy, and this one is sweet.

You’re in the middle of taking a bath when you mother calls. The bath was nice and relaxing before, filled with bubbles and a pretty flowery scent. The free-standing bathtub had been your favorite feature of the apartment when you moved in, and it still was one of your favorite things about the place.

She didn’t really want anything in particular, just to talk at a time of day that would work out for both of you. You chatted for a bit, talking about work and life and how you were going to make dinner after this call was over since you were in the bath at the moment.

You run your fingers through the bubbles, scooping some of them up and blowing them around the room while you listen to your mother telling you about what her neighbor’s have been doing, which is apparently something gossip-worthy.

That’s the exact moment that WinWin decides to make use of the key that you recently lent him to your apartment. You hear the distant sound of him sitting down his keys and his phone on your table.

And then his voice echoes through the space as he calls your name.

Your mother’s story stammers to a halt. “Who’s that?” She asks as WinWin calls your name again. You groan, but your mother ignores that and excitedly says, “Do you have a boyfriend? Wait, is that your handsome neighbor?”

“Mom, oh my God. No. I have to go.” You end the call, stabbing at the screen with a soapy finger. “I’m in the bath, WinWin, I’ll be out in--”

Before you can say anything else, he’s come around the corner, right in clear view of you through the open bathroom door. You’d been alone just a minute ago, not expecting anyone over, so you hadn’t bothered to close the door as you usually didn’t.

You check your phone again, making sure that the call with your mom is ended, and then you sink lower into the bath, fully covering your body in bubbles, leaving only your head just above.

“WinWin.” When you say his name, a few bubbles blow loose, drifting in his direction. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I just wanted to come see you.” He stands in the doorway, leans against the doorjamb, and tries to not stare directly at you. “I was going to ask you if you wanted to grab dinner, but you’re clearly busy.”

You lift a bubbly hand and curl it over the edge of the tub. His eyes land on it and can’t seem to move away. “I’m just finishing the bath. I’m definitely not too busy to go to dinner with you. Especially if...”

“If what?” WinWin looks back up to your eyes again.

In a small voice, you say, “If it’s a date?”

Since that day when you’d made out on his bed at his apartment for the better part of an hour, you hadn’t done anything like that again. Things were almost just normal, just friends. That had been weeks ago, but there was still tension between you, an awkwardness but a strong connection that was just unaddressed.

“If you want it to be a date.” WinWin’s lips curl up in a shy smile.

You nod. “Can you hand me the towel?” You point over at the towel hanging a few feet away, just out of reach.

WinWin takes a few tentative steps inside, and then he grabs the towel, and as he hands it over to you, his fingers meet your slick skin. Instead of moving back, WinWin stays there for another long moment, his eyes run over your face, lingering on your lips.

“WinWin.” His name leaves your lips as a whisper, but it is enough.

He touches his fingers just beneath your chin, tilting your mouth up to perfectly slot against his in a new, heart-stopping kiss.

You push a soapy hand into his hair, fingers running against his neck, leaving bubbly trails behind, drawing him more deeply into the kiss. He sits on the side of the tub, his hand drifting lower until it’s sunken below the bubbles, his fingers resting on your shoulder. You drop your hand down, twist it in the bottom of his shirt, and give a tug, trying to get him closer to you.

In just an instant, he loses his balance, and comes sliding into your bath.

“Oh, shit!” WinWin laughs.

The room fills with disturbed bubbles. Water splashes over the sides of the tub. WinWin soaks in the water, his mouth barely pulled away from yours, and his denim-clad ass rests between your legs.

“I’m sorry.” You laugh and stroke a hand over his hair. “Are you okay?”

“Can’t say I’ve ever been better,” WinWin says. He closes the small space between you and him, pulling you into another kiss. You cling to him, kissing him back hungrily, desperately, and you shift, moving your legs out from under him just enough that you can throw one of them over his lap.

You draw yourself up. The cool air bites into your damp, bare skin, but the bubbles cling to you just enough that although WinWin’s eyes are wide, drinking in the sight of you, he can’t make out anything more than he’s really seen before. “WinWin,” you whisper his name again. As you rise fully up onto your knees, he brings his legs into the tub, shifting around so you can comfortably settle down onto his lap.

The soaked denim, the bubbles, the warm water and his sinking hands feel strange on your body, but at the same time, the feel of his thigh beneath your pussy drives you wild.

You press your bare chest against his, and you rub your pussy over his thigh with a whimper.

“Oh God.” WinWin looks at your face. “You’re so perfect, you know?”

“Shut up.” You kiss him. “I want you, need you.” Your hands fumble beneath the water, trying to undo his pants, and when WinWin realizes what you’re doing, his hands dip down to help you. His pants come open beneath your fingers, and then there’s his dick, hard and throbbing at your touch.

WinWin groans. You cover his mouth with yours to keep him quiet, a hand curling against the back of his neck, and the other you keep working at his dick beneath the bubbles until he’s fully hard, swearing between kisses until finally he pulls back just enough to tell you, “Please, I want to be inside you already.”

You lift up and then sit down on him, sinking down slowly to the sound of WinWin’s half-swallowed moans.

It’s strange feeling his clothes wet against your skin, his dick long and so good inside you, and his mouth caresses yours, his hands brush away the bubbles from your skin, leaving more and more of your bare to his eyes and touch. You shiver when his thumbs traces the curve of your breast, when it swirls in towards your nipple, so by the time he reaches your nipple it’s a hard peak awaiting his touch.

You let out a squeal as he tweaks your nipple, and WinWin smiles into the kiss and does it again. You grip his shoulder, rising up just to drop back down on him, kissing his sweet moan from his lips.

Each move you make as you ride him sends ripples, swallowing down the bubbles slowly. WinWin’s hands hurry the process along, as he touches you moving the bubbles around.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty.” WinWin tells you, his hand on your hips helping keep your rhythm steady as you grow tired of riding him. “After that day, I just thought you didn’t want anything to do with me. You didn’t make any moves like you wanted me.”

“Are you kidding?” You moan as he rocks his hips up against yours. “I’ve been dreaming about having you like this for weeks now. When you kissed me, God, WinWin, it awoke something in me and I just wanted to have you fuck me.” You cry out, and the sound echoes around the bathroom. “I’ve had all kinds of dreams.”

His hold on you tightens, bouncing you up and down on his dick. “As much as I’d love to hear them, I don’t know if I can take it at the moment. I’m close. You’re so warm and tight on me. Do you want me to cum inside?”

Your clit rubs against the fastening of his jeans and he fills you up so well, and at the thought of him cumming inside of you, you feel a tightening in your belly. You’re on birth control, so you’ll be fine, plus you want it so much.

“Cum inside me, WinWin. Oh, please, oh God.” You sink down to have him fully within you, and you swirl your hips in circles, your clit against that fastening of his pants, his dick rubbing against your G spot. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”

WinWin swears and bucks up into your heat a few times, and then he orgasms, shooting his load inside your pussy. You desperately rock yourself on his dick, pushing yourself nearer and nearer until a last it overwhelms you, your orgasm unraveling you in one quick moment.

You slump forward against him, heart racing, and you move on him a few more times, just getting the most out of it that you can until your energy leaves you, and you just bury your face into his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” WinWin cradles the back of your head.

“I-I just, I wasn’t expecting that. But I liked it. A lot.” You sigh softly. “I thought I’d just have a nice relaxing bath, wrap up and make something to eat for myself. Tonight turned out so much nicer.”

“It was nice, right? But I guess we’ll have to put a hold on dinner. For a little while at least.” WinWin brushes his fingers down your spine. “My clothes are a little too damp to go out to dinner.”

You draw his mouth to yours again, just leaving a little kiss. “I have a machine that dries clothes, believe it or not. If you just want to take your clothes off I can get you dry in no time.”

“I think you just want to get me naked, actually.” WinWin laughs. He pushes lightly at your hips, and you lift up off of him, stand to let the water sluice down your body, the last of the bubbles sliding away and leaving you totally visible for him. You grab up the towel from where you’d dropped it on the floor ages ago, and you wrap it around yourself, carefully stepping out of the tub. WinWin groans. “You’re so cute. Your butt, I mean.”

You swat a hand at him. “Get out of the tub. Take you clothes off. I’ll dry them for you, and I’m sure we can find something else to do while we wait for the to dry.”

As you walk toward the door, you hear him splashing out of the tub. There’s the wet slap of his shirt hitting the tile floor, and you turn to look over your shoulder just before you step out of the bathroom.

WinWin catches you looking, so he winks your way, and you hurry to your room to put some clothes on. You rummage around, looking for anything you think he could wear while you dry his clothes for him. There isn’t, and it doesn’t seem to matter to him because you turn around from searching your clothes, and see him standing comfortably in the doorway with just a towel around his waist.

“I have something for you.” He says.

You eye his towel, but WinWin grips it tighter around him.

“Not that. Here.” He holds out his hand, revealing a piece of candy in a soggy wrapper. “It’s a little wet, but I brought it for you.”

You take the candy, but you won’t eat it, not after it soaked in your bathwater. “How about we make some dinner, dry your clothes, and have a night in?”

Cooking while half-naked turns out to be a bad idea. The towel grows loose, you grow distracted, and you end up almost burning the food when you get a bit handsy and make out with your hand beneath his towel. But you wipe your hand clean on the towel, and sit down together to eat on the sofa, curl up to watch a movie together, and forget all about everything else but each other.

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