#someone needs to lock me inside my room so i actually have a good reason to stay in there
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how the hell did we as a society just come to an agreement that being "grounded" is considered a punishment? honestly not being allowed to leave the house and having your phone taken away is amazing. it'll be a vacation to me. the amount of artwork i could get done??? i would be so productive, and my parents won't even get mad at me for not leaving the house because i'm not allowed to go elsewhere anyways. i think we need to start punishing people by FORCING them to leave the house. my parents did that once when i was in 8th grade. they were pissed at me and sick of me never leaving my room so they dropped me off at the library and told me i could go anywhere in the nearby area and that they would pick me up at six. worst day of my life. "you couldve gone to a friends house!!" that's really funny because i had no friends at that time. anyways uh in conclusion being on house arrest sounds absolutely awesome.
#someone needs to lock me inside my room so i actually have a good reason to stay in there#lowkey wish i could be grounded for a month#âbut you won't have your phone what about your friends?â#tbh i think it would be pretty great to not talk to people for an entire month#i love sleeping in my room and painting in my room and laying on the floor in my room and rotting in my room and wasting time in my room#this might be an abnormal way of thinking.... oh well
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summary: harry needs to learn how to use his mouth better, so he goes to see someone who can help him with just that words: 7.9K warnings: sex work, oral (giving and receiving) a/n: not proofread I the song candy by cameo inspired this, def recommend listening because it's so good I if you like what you read here, please consider joining my patreon for access to exclusive fics not posted on tumblr I i haven't posted fic on here in a while. Please, please, please reblog, leave notes in the tags, and/or send me asks!!
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Harry wasâŠembarrassed, to say the least. But he supposes places and services like these exist for a reason, so he shouldnât be ashamed for going. Plus, if he boiled it down, heâs going for purely academic purposes. He needs help with something, and heâs going straight to the source to become a pro.
Taking a deep breath, Harry opens the door to the lobby of the building and goes straight to the elevator to the eighteenth floor. He takes his phone out to look at the code he was instructed to punch into the keypad on the door, and then heâs buzzed in, able to check in at reception.
âUm, hi.â He says just above a whisper to the woman behind the semi-circle desk.
âGood afternoon, sir.â She smiled warmly. âHow may I help you?â
âI have an appointment at 4PM with, uh,â he looks down at his phone, âis her name really Candy?â
âNo.â She chuckles. âBut all of the girls have stage names, so to speak. Itâs for extra security. Please, have a seat, and Iâll let her know youâre here.â She gestures to the waiting area where a few other men are waiting. God, this is mortifying, he thinks.
Harry sits down and keeps his eyes locked on his lap, not wanting to make eye-contact with any of the other guys there.
âMr. S.?â He hears the woman from behind the desk say. âYou can head down to room ten.â She gestures to the hallway and Harry gets up to go, grateful just his initial was used and not his actual name. He needs privacy just the same as these women.
When he finds room ten, he punches in the same code into the keypad and goes inside. The room is dimly lit. It looks like a large bedroom, a master suite. Thereâs a king-sized bed, but also a loveseat, three-seater couch, and a bureau. He also spies what looks like a bathroom. Wow, nothingâs even happened yet, and Harryâs already realizing that this is going to be worth every penny.
âHey, baby.â Candy comes out of the bathroom dressed in a black, silk teddy dress and heels. Sheâs wearing thigh-high stockings as well. âCan I take your jacket for you?â Harry nods at that and unbuttons his suit jacket, shimmying it off and handing it to Candy. She makes a show of walking over to the small closet and hangs it up on a hanger before coming back to him. âThis is your first time here, isnât it.â Itâs not a question, but Harry still nods. âYou donât need to be nervous, baby. You booked me for three hours, so we have all the time in the world to get comfortable. Do you want something to drink?â She gestures to the bar cart on the other side of the room.
âNo, thank you.â
âAlright.â
âAnd I donât want you to have one either.â
âThen I wonât.â She smiles. âDo you want to sit on the bed, the couchâŠ?â
âThe couch.â He decides, and they both go sit on it. Candy tucks her feet under her bum and props her head on her fist, resting her elbow on the back of the couch. âYouâre very,â his eyes drift down to her cleavage, then back up to her face, âpretty.â
âWell, thank you, baby.â She gives him a beaming smile. âYouâre a sight for sore eyes yourself.â She laughs. âI have to do this with a lot of guys Iâm not particularly attracted to. I got a little excited when I saw you were assigned to me today.â
âThatâs kind of you.â He blushes. âThey make you have sex with guys you normally wouldnât say yes to?â
âI mean, no one makes me do anything. Thereâs about a dozen different secret buttons around this room for me to press to call for security. No one gives us any trouble here, but you should know, thereâs no funny business.â
âI wouldnât dream of doing anything without your permission.â
âSo, why donât you tell me what you want, baby? How can I make you feel good? I can suck you off, let you bend me over the bed, or-â
âI want to go down on you.â He blurts out, and it takes her off guard.
âCome again?â
âI want to go down on you.â He repeats, a little slower this time. âThatâs all.â
âAre you serious?â
âDo guys not normally go down on you?â
âNo, some do, but most guys are here to take care of their own needs, mine donât usually matter. Not that I mind. I have to use so much lube to get even remotely wet for some of these guys. Iâm thankful that a lot of them donât even ask to go down on me.â
âOh.â He looks away for a moment, then back to her. âSo, this is weirdâŠâ
âNah, everyone has their kinks and fetishes. If you like going down on women, then-â
âI need practice at it.â His cheeks heat for the millionth time that day. âIâm not very good at it, not confident, and I can tell when Iâm with a woman, or someone with a vagina, thatâŠwell, I get the tap a lot.â
âThe tap?â
âYou know,â he taps the top of one of his shoulders, âwhen someone gives you the tap to cut it out and get on with it. Iâm confident with my cock, lots of orgasms have been had on my cock, but I know thatâs not always what a woman wants, and I care so much about getting a woman off, but itâs so awkward to have to keep asking, âdo you like thatâ, or, âis that goodâ. So, I just need someone to practice on so I can get better at it, and then feel more confident when Iâm having relations with someone.â
âYouâre telling me youâve tried to go down on women, and they havenât told you how to do it?â
âSome try, and then they just get frustrated, and then I get frustrated. AndâŠIâm not all that confident with my fingers either. Sometimes I can make it happen, and other times I canât. I feel like making a woman come during foreplay is really important. It helps them relax, gets them more into it, and then I feel better, which means I can perform better.â
âSo, you booked me for three hours so I can help you get better at eating someone out, and thatâs all you want to do?â
âYes.â He nods. âIâll probably come in my pants from doing it. I get off knowing Iâm getting someone else off. So, if itâs okay with you, Iâll probably just strip down to my underthings, so I donât ruin my pants.â
âBaby, I see people naked every day, of course itâs okay with me.â
âDo you call every guy baby?â
âIâŠwhat?â
âI donât want to be called what you call everyone else. It feels impersonal. How am I your baby already? We just met.â
âWell, are you a precious thing.â She smooths his hair back from his forehead. âWhat would you like to be called? A lot of guys donât use their real names, same as me.â
âIâd rather be called by my name. Is that okay?â
âYes, and donât worry, you have my discretion. We all sign NDAâs when we take on new clients.â
âThatâs good to know.â Harry sighs with relief. âMy jobâŠIâm one of the faces of my company.â
âCan I ask you something?â
âSure.â He shrugs.
âDid you ask any of your friends how they approach things? Or, like, have you watched lesbian porn? Itâs still exaggerated, but no one knows how to go down on a woman more than another woman, in my opinion.â
âI was too embarrassed to ask my friends. We donât talk about things like this. They only brag about the good stuff, no one talks about their weaknesses. And I have watchedâŠall kinds of porn, and as helpful as the visuals are, I learn much better by doing.â
âOkay.â Candy stands and claps her hands together. âLetâs get comfortable on the bed. I think we should act out what you usually do when youâre getting ready to sleep with someone. Kiss me, touch me, do whatever you usually do with a woman.â
Harry nods and stands up. âMy nameâs Harry.â
âHi, Harry.â She smooths her hands up his chest. âCan I loosen your tie for you?â
âYes.â He watches her nimble fingers work the knot and slides it off his collar. She takes the material between her thumb and index finger.
âThis is quality material.â
âI donât fuck around with my clothes.â He smirks, letting some personality shine through, and she makes an impressed face. He takes the tie from her and gently places it to hang on the back of the couch. He brings his hand up and tucks some hair behind Candyâs ear, a little unsure of how to start. âSo, we can kiss? You want to do this really?â
âYes, Harry, I do.â
Hearing his name on her lips sends a zip of electricity through his body. He leans in and brushes his Cupidâs bow against hers, then takes her top lip between his own. He gives it a gentle suck, and revels in the way she kisses him back. She keeps it slow, going at his pace. His hands cup her jaw as he licks into her mouth. Candy moans lowly, melting into him.
They stand there like that for a while, just the sounds of their lips smacking, their breaths huffing, and the spit being swapped between them filling the room. Harry presses his pelvis against Candyâs, and she squeaks, immediately putting a hand over his erection to palm it. He snatches her wrist and shakes his head no.
âBut, youâre hard.â
âThatâs not what I want from you.â He brings her knuckles up to his lips, kissing on them, and then up her arm and to her neck.
âOh, fuck.â She moans breathlessly, clutching at the hair on the back of his head to keep him where he is. âI love being bitten.â
Harry whimpers into her, nipping at her tender skin a little harder. Her other hand flies to his back, clutching at the material of his dress shirt. Her knees nearly buckle when his teeth nip at her earlobe. He walks her back towards the bed, and they topple on top of it. Harry wedges his thigh between Candyâs and grinds it in hard.
Candy is absolutely perplexed. Surely this Harry guy is joking because from kissing alone, she canât imagine him not knowing what to do with her other set of lips. Heâs insanely good at this part of things.
His teeth drag along her collarbones, and his hand hovers over one of her breasts. âCan I touch you here?â He asks.
âYes.â She presses her hand over his, squeezing. âKiss me here too.â
Harry nods and sucks on her nipple through the silk material of her teddy. She lets out a loud moan, and Harry moves to sit up. Unbuckling his belt, he shimmies out of his pants, leaving his boxer-briefs on, and undoes his dress shirt, taking that, along with his white t-shirt, off, then gets his mouth back on Candyâs.
âJesus, youâre ripped.â She says, smoothing her hands over every hard ridge of his abdomen. âAnd your tattoosâŠso sexy.â
âHas everything been okay so far?â
âBetter than okay. Youâre a really good kisser.â
âIâm gonna work my way down now.â He tells her, kissing down her silk covered body. He pushes the material up to bunch around her hips. âYouâre not wearing any underwear.â
âIâm aware.â
âDonât women like being teased over them?â
âSome do, and some donât. I personally donât like it, so I donât usually wear any panties under my teddies.
âRight, I need to remember not everyone is the same.â He says more to himself. âOkay, walk me through it.â
âJust do what you normally do, and Iâll correct you if need be.â
Harry nods and spreads Candyâs lips apart. Sheâs glistening, and it goes right to his cock because she literally just told him she needs lube for most of her clients, and she clearly doesnât need any for him. He leans in and-
âIâm gonna stop you right there. This is where you should be teasing me.â She props herself up on her elbows. âKiss on my inner thighs, blow cool air over me. I should be quivering and pulsing for you.â
Harry kisses from Candyâs inner left knee, and down, down, down, blows cool air over her sex, and then kisses up her other inner thigh. He sucks bruise after bruise into her, and she puts one of her legs over his shoulder, pulling him in by digging her heel into his back.
âIâm ready now, want it.â
âAnd should I be quick to give it to you, or should I keep teasing?â
âKeep teasing but give me your fingers first.â He raises a hand to her, and she takes two fingers into her mouth. She takes them down deep until sheâs spitting up, soaking them. âSlide them through my folds.â
Harry almost blew his load right then and there. He brings his fingers down and slides them up through Candyâs folds. She spreads her legs wider and uses her own fingers to pull her outer lips up and apart so he can see her clit.
âI know where the clitoris is.â He rolls his eyes.
âApparently you donât if youâre getting the tap, as you called it.â She smirks. âJust take a second to look at it. Itâs throbbing for you, Harry, all swollen and full of blood. It wants your tongue, your hot mouth, so badly.â
âFuck.â He leans in and licks over it with the flat of his tongue.
âGood, do that again.â And he does, he gives it long licks over and over again. âNow, spit on it, watch it slide down my slit.â She watches him do it. âOkay, now do what you usually do.â
It felt good, at first. Candy liked the way Harryâs tongue swirled around her clit, but before she could sink into it, he licked into her cunt and curled his tongue, which also felt good, but again, by the time it was really starting to do something for her, he dragged his tongue back up to her clit. Normally, this would be edging, but this isnât fun edging. She thinks that Harry is unaware of what heâs doing.
âStop.â She tells him, and he does. âI see the problem.â
âHow bad was it?â
âIt wasnât terrible, but you keep changing it up too quickly. Itâs not a race.â
âI know that.â
âThen why do you keep moving from my clit to my hole every two seconds? Youâre not giving me enough time to enjoy it while itâs happening. You gotta pick one and stick with it. What do you feel more confident with, tonguing my clit or my hole?â
âIâŠâ He sits back and blushes. âI guess this is the part where Iâm a little selfish and greedy. I feel more confident working the clit with my mouth, but I really like to taste and suck on the pussy.â
âHarry,â she chuckles, âyouâre allowed to be selfish and greedy. All of that is going towards pleasuring your partner. And that doesnât mean you canât still do both, you just need to listen to your partner a little. See what they like, get them off, then go be gluttonous and have your feast.â
âOkay.â He nods. âHow do you like it, then?â
âDonât worry about that-â
âCandy, I really want to make you come.â
âAlright.â She nods and lays back. âI need constant stimulation to my clit, and I need fingers inside me. Get me off that way, and then you can suck on my pussy.â Harry smiles softly and dives back in, wrapping his lips around Candyâs clit. âThatâs good, while you suck with your mouth, use your tongue to swirl around my clitâŠoh, fuck, yeah, just like that.â She reaches to brush a few stray curls back off his forehead. âAnd look up at me, watch me go through the motions.â His eyes flit up to hers, and her hips buck towards his mouth. âSuch pretty green eyes, Harry.â
He moans and slides his middle finger inside of her. Sheâs so wet, and itâs driving him crazy. He ruts into the mattress, so desperate to taste everything sheâs giving him. But he wants to do this right, so he focuses on her clit.
âI need two.â Harry slips a second finger inside her. âGood, pump them in and out slowly, letâs build up to things. And itâs also okay to give your mouth a break, itâs all part of the teasing.â He pops off her and watches his fingers go in and out of her tight hole. âSpit on it, keep it messy.â Harry spits onto her clit. âNow suck it back into your mouth and flick that tongue against my clit.â
Heâs a good listener, open to constructive feedback, so he does as told. Heâs rewarded when he feels Candy tighten around her fingers. Harry thrusts them deep inside, keeping them there as he curls them to pet against that spongey bump. Candy gasps and props herself up on her elbows as she watches Harry. Her mouth falls open and she starts rocking against him, moving her hips along with his fingers. A man hasnât found her g-spot in ages, if ever.
âLike that, j-just like that, Harry.â She bites into her bottom lip, and he looks up at her as his tongue licks her clit in tight circles. The sound of her wetness is driving Harry crazy, but he pushes his urge to taste her down. This is about Candy right now. âOh, wow. Wow, wow, wow, wow.â Her head falls back, and her hips raise. Her back arches, and she starts moaning out loudly, uncontrollably. âDonât stop, Harry. Fuck, please, please, please, please! Ah, ah, ah!â
When Candy comes, she snaps her legs closed around Harryâs wrist, and nearly snaps it from the way she twitches and moves. She grabs the base of his wrist and moves it so heâll keep fucking his fingers into her through the aftershocks. She moans gutturally one more time before falling limply against the bed.
Harry slowly pulls his fingers out of her and sucks on them. He looks down at Candyâs drenched core and lifts her thighs over his shoulders before licking inside.
âOh!â She gasps and tugs on his hair, not to get him to stop, though. Harry moans as he drinks her in. âS-spread my cheeks and lick my other hole too.â His eyes light up, like heâs just been given a golden ticket. In a matter of seconds, heâs flipping Candy onto her stomach and pulling her up by her hips so he can spread her ass and lick her puckered hole properly. âFuck, Harry, thatâs so good. You can smack my ass too, if you want.â She jolts forward when his large hand comes down hard on her cheek. âFuck me with your fingers from behind, really beat them into me.â
This time, Harry fucks her with three fingers, and he does it rapidly as he continues eating her peach.
âHarry, IâŠI think Iâm gonnaâŠâ she doesnât get to finish her sentence. The wave of relief crashes over her and she gushes. Harryâs fingers slide out, and slap against her clit quickly, keeping the mess flowing. âFucking hell.â Her chest heaves as she moves to lay on her back. Harry lays down next to her.
âSo, all of that was good?â
âIt was very good.â She pats at his chest. âI canât remember the last time Iâve come so hard.â She turns her head to look at him. âDid you end up blowing in your underwear?â
âYeah.â He smiles sheepishly. âIt was hard not to.â
âDamn, I would have gladly sucked you off after all that.â
âIâll get hard again.â He waves her off. âWeâre not done yet.â
âRight, you still have me for a couple more hours. Did you want to fuck now?â She turns on her side to face him fully, and he mirrors her, resting his hand on her hip, rubbing her skin affectionately with his thumb.
âNo, I want you to sit on my face so I can practice that way. One time with you facing me, and another with you facing away.â
âOkay, justâŠI need a minute.â
âSure, take your time.â He smiles softly, keeping his hand on her hip. âYou probably hear this all the time, but you have a beautiful body.â
âI do hear that a lot, but it feels more genuine coming from a nice guy like you.â She chews on her bottom lip for a moment. âWhoever youâre practicing all this for is going to be a lucky girl.â
The air in the room feels tense for a beat.
âOkay, weâll start off with me facing you.â Candy says. âThis way is all about the woman. Then, weâll do it with me facing away from you and Iâll suck you off at the same time. Itâs good to practice staying focused on your girlâs pleasure while sheâs pleasuring you.â
âThat sounds good.â He lays back, a little nervous. âThereâre so many different ways to do this. Like, should I just stick my tongue out flat and let you grind against it? Should I just suck on your clit? Should I have you rub against my nose while you ride my tongue?â
âYouâre over thinking it, Harry. Itâs up to the girl youâre fucking to set how she wants it. Personally, Iâd love it if you put your tongue up inside me. Iâll rub my own clit.â
âWhat should I do with my hands?â
âYou can squeeze and smack my ass, rub my rim.â
âFuck.â He murmurs. âGet on me, now.â
Candy swings her leg over Harryâs face and hovers over him for a moment. She squeaks when he pulls her down. He licks up inside her slowly, letting her adjust to the muscle, then he pulls her down even more until sheâs fully seated on top of him. She spits onto her fingers and lazily rubs her clit as she grinds down on his tongue. Harry curls it and flicks it inside her, moaning at the taste. His large hands squeeze her ass, giving her a few swats before spreading her apart and rubbing the pad of his thumb around her rom.
âAh, fuck.â Her head tips back and free hand buries in his hair. âYou can put your thumb in, if you want.â Harry doesnât need to be told twice. He gently works his thumb into her tight hole. âYeah, just like that.â She moves her hips in slow circles, reveling in the way Harryâs moaning and groaning underneath her. Sheâs soaked and heâs slurping on her. âIâŠI think Iâm getting close already, wow.â This never happens. It usually takes her a while to start feeling that familiar tingle at the base of her spine, but sheâs rubbing her clit faster and moving on Harryâs tongue faster, and then sheâs screaming. âShit, Harry!â She yanks roughly on his hair as she comes, and she comes hard. She goes to move off him, but he keeps her seated, mumbling something against her. âWhat?â She asks breathlessly.
âM'not done yet.â He says, briefly coming up for air before diving back in. He sucks her clit with one last pop, then pets her ass. âOkay, you can turn around now.â
Candy swivels around and leans forward, pressing her hands into the mattress between Harryâs legs.
âThereâs a few ways to do this, but I canât stress this enough, everyone is different, so Iâm going to tell you how I like it.â
âOkay.â He presses a kiss to one of her cheeks, and it makes her face sizzle. Why did he have to be so cute. âTell me how you like it.â
âFuck me from behind with your fingers, bury your face in my ass, and use your free hand to rub my clit.â She slips her hand into his briefs to pull his cock out. âHow do you like your blow jobs?â
âSloppy, donâtâŠdonât be pretty about it.â
Candy responds by spitting on the tip and taking it into her mouth. Harryâs mouth falls open, loving the way her hot mouth feels on him. But he has a mission to accomplish. Heâs working on building a tolerance. He runs his fingers between her wet folds before slipping them inside. From there, he does exactly how she told him: his mouth works her ass, his fingers pound into her g-spot, and his free hand rubs her clit.
âOhhhh, shit, Harry.â She gasps around his cock, choking a little. She pulls all the way off and jerks him.
âCandy.â He moans. âDid I find it, sweetheart?â
âYes, you did, yes, yes, yes!â She moves back against him to meet his thrusts, then gets her mouth back on him. She takes him down her throat, gagging around him, and using that spit to jerk him a little faster.
Their bodies are so in sync. Theyâre both wet and drippy for the other, both spurring the other on. The second Harry feels Candy spasming around his fingers, he lets himself come, and Candy swallows all of it, sucking him dry before rolling off onto her back.
âHoly shit.â She breathes.
âYeah.â He gives her ankle a fond squeeze as his chest heaves. âYouâre something else.â
âYouâre unreal.â
âYou taste really good.â
âSo do you.â She turns her head to look at the clock on the wall. âYou have me for hour and a half. What do you feel like doing?â
âWe just did all of that in thirty minutes?â He sits up. âThat was really fast.â
âYes, it was.â She giggles. âBut it was good.â
âCome here, come sit in my lap.â Candy does so, wrapping her legs around his waist. âYouâre so beautiful.â He runs his thumb over her bottom lip.
âAnd youâre sweet.â She hugs him, resting her face in the crook of his neck. âHow come you booked me up for the rest of my shift?â
âBecause I could.â
âOooh, well, arenât you special.â She pulls back and smirks at him. âYou know, most of the people that come here are wealthy, so that doesnât impress me.â
âI wasnât trying to. You asked me a question, and I gave you an honest answer. I donât like doing these types of things with people and then leaving immediately after. I needed extra time for this.â He lets himself fall back, keeping her to lay mostly on top of him.
âOh.â She snuggles into him. âWell, I rarely get to cuddle, so this is fine by me.â
âDo you like this line of work? Iâve always admired sex workers. This isnât an easy job at all. It takes a lot of courage and bravery.â
âThank you for saying that. Iâm one of the luckier ones. Iâm not on drugs, canât be because they do regular blood tests. I have a salary, a retirement account, and other benefits. It could be a lot worse.â
âDo you also provide escort services?â
âNo. Some girls do, but I donât. I like to keep everything related to this job in this room.â
âIs this all you do for work, or is this a side hustle?â
âNope, full time, hence being a salaried worker.
âOh, duh.â He chuckles, then reaches for one of the throw blankets to drape over them. âSo, howâd you end up here?â
âMost of us are all a thin line away from being homeless. My job let me go when COVID first happened. You can only stay on unemployment for so long. All these companies say no one wants to work, but no one wants to hire either. And, Iâm sorry, but Iâm not settling. I should be paid enough that I shouldnât need a side hustle. One of my friends who ended up having a sugar daddy told me about this place. I started out part-time, just to pay some bills, but they told me some people wanted repeat appointments, then I was getting regulars, then I was getting paid more. It all sort of just fell into place, and I didnât look back.â
âWhat were you doing for work beforehand?â
âI was a backend coder for a major financial firm. They got rid of the entire department and contracted out their cyber needs from a company that specialized in that because it made more sense fiscally.â She rolls her eyes. âIt was for the best, I hated it.â
âAnd you love this?â
âHonestly, I like it a lot better than sitting behind three monitors all day, five days a week. Iâve actually gotten in better shape from having sex full time. Do I have to fake it for most guys, yeah, but none of them are mean to me. They just want someone to make them feel special for a little while, and Iâve found that I like having the power and ability to do that.â
âYou have more control over your own life.â
âExactly.â She looks up at him. âWhat about you? What do you do?â
âIâŠsort of own an airline company.â
âHow do you sort of own an airline?â
âIâm a nepo baby.â He smiles sheepishly. âMy father stepped down a few years ago so I could move up while he was still around. Iâm lucky and fortunate, so I try not to complain about things too much. So many people have it far worse than I do.â
âWait a secondâŠHarry SâŠâ She sits up and scrambles away from him. âYouâre Harry Styles!â
âIs that a bad thing?â He sits up. âShit, please donât tell me youâve fucked my dad.â
âNo, itâs nothing like that. But you have fucked one of my friends. You used to date Jennifer Harris, right?â
âYeah, years ago.â
âFuck! And now I have to keep this insane secret from her. Sheâd be so pissed off, Harry, like, you have no idea.â
âIf youâre such good friends with her, then hoe come weâve never met prior to this?â
âI didnât become friends with her until after you two parted ways. She told me so much about your relationship. She never mentioned anything about you being bad in bed, though.â
âI never said I was bad in bed either, I just needed some help getting better at one aspect of it.â He gets off the bed and starts pulling his clothes back on. âHow, uh, how is she? I know she got married a year or so ago.â
âSheâs doing well. Her and her husband are a great couple. Theyâre trying for a baby.â
âIâm glad she found someone that could give her the attention she deserves. I wasnât very good at that. I also wasnât ready to settle down, and she was. How did you two become friends?â
âShe owns the lingerie store I buy stuff from.â
âOhhhh, right.â He nods, zipping his pants and buttoning his shirt. âThat makes sense. I donât think you have anything to worry about. You clearly didnât know it was me. You didnât look at any pictures from when she and I were together?â
âYour hair was longer! And you werenât as, I donât know, beefy.â
âThank you?â He questions with a smirk. âIs this going to be a problem? Because Iâd like to be able to come back and see you again.â He makes his way over to her and tilts her head up by curling his finger under her chin.
âButâŠwhy? You did so well today.â
âI wanna see if itâs just as good for a repeat performance. And then Iâd need to come back again after that to test out some of the other things I do during sex so I can get an honest review.â He leans down and brings his lips to the shell of her ear, âAnd I just know youâre dying to know what itâll feel like to have my cock deep inside you.â
âJesus Christ.â She clutches at his shoulders. âYouâre going to put me in a very difficult situation.â
âYou can say no to my appointment requests, but Iâd be very disappointed if you did.â He pecks her lips. âI know you want to see me again.â He pecks her lops again, a little longer this time. âHm? Wanna see me again, Candy?â He takes her bottom lip between his and he cups her jaw, licking into her mouth. She moans against him. Before she has a chance to really kiss him back, he pulls away. âGod, Iâd love to spit right into this pretty mouth.â
âYou can.â
âNext time, I will.â He presses a kiss to her forehead. âEnjoy the rest of your evening. Iâll come back soon.â
Harry leaves the room, walks down the hall, and out of the suite. The second heâs back down on the street, he sucks in a breath and turns into the alley to try and calm himself down. Heâs never that confident and forward with women. But she brought something out of him. When she mentioned JenniferâŠit made something snap. He fucking hates Jennifer. So, if he inadvertently makes her suffer by having sex with her good friend, then so be it. Because Candy isnât someone that Harry is going to be able to stay away from. Not after they shared something so wonderfully intimate.
//
Harry thought heâd be able to book another appointment to see Candy again way sooner, but his jaw hangs open as he looks at her availability on the app. Since heâs come in once, heâs been invited into the companyâs app so he can book meetings on his own.
Two weeks. Candy doesnât have another opening for two entire weeks. He grumbled to himself and books her entire evening on the first day he sees sheâs free. And for good measure, he books out a couple other appointments so heâs not left scrambling. And for each one, he maxes out the five hour limit.
One time with this woman and heâs already pussy whipped!
The two weeks are torture. Heâs jittery and agitated at work. Running it off in the gym does very little for him.
But finally, the day has come to see her again. Harry goes after work and follows the sale procedures, only this time, heâs not at all embarrassed. When his name is called, he all but sprints to Candyâs door and punches in the code. He doesnât see her right away, but then, there she is, coming out of the bathroom in a red, silk teddy. She gives him a soft, almost shy, smile.
Harry closes the distance between them, cups her jaw, and kisses her deeply. It takes her by surprise, but itâs a welcomed one.
âMm.â He pulls away and looks down at her before kissing her again. âMissed these lips.â
âIâm sorry I was so busy.â She circles around him to take his suit jacket off, sauntering to the closet to hang it up. âI have a few snowbirds, and they all decided to basically come see me at once before they all go back to Florida or whatever.â
âYou fuck guys that much older than you?â
âMhmm.â She loosens his tie and gives it a tug to slip it off, placing it on the back of one of the chairs. âItâs no so bad.â Her eyes find his. âLetâs talk about you. How have you been?â She leads him to the couch so they can sit and chat.
âWorkâs been stressful, but it sort of always is. I had to hire a couple of corporate level people, thatâs never fun.â
âWhatâd they do to deserve being fired?â
âThey were sexually harassing a few interns, thinking they could get away with it.â He scoffs. âThey thought wrong, let me tell you. I survey just about all of the security footage daily, and I saw the same two idiots bothering these young women who could be their daughters, and so I had HR get involved, and I fired them both without severance pay. Which means theyâll probably try to sue for wrongful termination, thinking itâs all hearsay, but they donât know about the footage, so jokeâs on them.â
âAnd the interns, how are they?â
âI think theyâll be alright. I spoke with all of them and apologized profusely. I told them that behavior like that didnât trickle down from me, and that I take it all very seriously. Theyâre all continuing with their internships, which is good. I would have felt terrible if they couldnât get credit for this.â
âWow, I think youâre the first ethical CEO in corporate history.â
âThereâs nothing ethical about capitalism.â He says lowly, shaking his head. Candyâs hand gripped his knee and she moaned.
âDonât stop, Iâm close.â She pops an eye open, and they both burst into a fit of giggles. âHandsome, kind, and self aware? Damn, youâre the whole package.â
âIâve thought about you a lot over these last two weeks.â
âOh?â
âYeah, and I made sure to book out some other appointments in advance.â
âI saw that.â
âDoes it bother you that I book the longest blocks I can?â
âNah, I get paid the same amount no matter how many appointments I have a week.â She chews on her bottom lip. âLast time, you mentioned that you wanted to show me how you do other thingsâŠâ
âI want your honest feedback. Can we go lay on the bed for a bit?â
âOf course.â They both climb onto the bed and Harry pulls Candy to rest her head on his chest. âI like your cologne.â She mutters.
âThank you.â He murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed. âWould it be weird if we took a quick catnap?â
âNot weird at all. Iâll set a timer for thirty minutes. Take your clothes off, we can get under the covers.â
When all is said and done, Harry turns Candy onto her side so he can spoon her. He wedges a leg between hers and sighs contently. A nap after a long day with a beautiful woman in his arms feels almost as good as when he had his tongue inside her pussy. Almost.
//
âOh, God! Youâre so good at this, fuck!â Candy moans out as Harry eats her from behind. She reaches behind herself to grip his hair and keep him close. âIâm almost there, donât stop!â Itâs not often Candy gets to have a genuine orgasm while being with her clients, so sheâs taking full advantage. âFuck!â She collapses to the bed after coming, and Harry trails kisses up her spine and along her shoulders. âYou seriously have nothing to worry about. No notes.â She says as she catches her breath once Harry lets her roll onto her back.
âGood.â He smiles. âThereâs something else I want to do today.â He tugs the front of her teddy down, exposing her breasts. He licks over one of her nipples, and Candy gasps. âDoes this actually feel good?â He gives the sides of her breast to further pucker her nipple for him to flick his tongue over.
âYes.â She threads her fingers into his hair as he takes more into his mouth, sucking roughly. A long moan escapes her. He travels to the other and does the same thing. âCan I please have your cock inside me?â
âNo.â He sits up and pulls the teddy completely off her body, leaving her bare. âI want to eat you again.â He gets on his belly between her legs, wraps his arms around her thighs, and off he goes.
âYouâre killing me.â She whines, throwing her forearm over her eyes. Harry slips two of his fingers inside of her, and she sighs with relief.
âBetter?â
âWant your cock.â She sits up on her elbows. âWhy wonât you give it to me?â
âBecause I donât have to.â
âYouâre a sadist, you know that? You come off all timid and shy, but all of that hides a devious side to you.â
âA sadist wouldnât let you come at all.â He kitten licks her clit before sucking it between his lips. âIs that how you want it to be?â
âNo.â She shakes her head. âI just needâŠmore.â He slips a third finger inside of her. âMore.â
âI donât think your little pussy could handle it.â He lets her legs go and crawls up her body, slotting his mouth over hers. His fingers are still inside her. He starts pumping them shallowly and lets the heel of palm beat into her clit. âGod, listen to you. So fucking wet for me. Do you get this wet for your other clients?â
âNo, never!â She whimpers. âI usually need to use lube.â
âPoor thing.â He pouts down at her. âCan feel you squeezing around me, are you getting close?â
âYes.â
âAre you gonna come? Gonna come for me, sweet girl?â
âOh, fuck!â Her hips move upward and then sheâs coming. She twitches around his wrist a few times before he pulls his fingers out. He sucks them into his mouth and moans.
âDo you call yourself Candy because you know you taste like it?â
âStop.â She chuckles. âPussy does not taste sweet.â
âYours does.â He presses a kiss to her forehead, then looks down at the painful bulge in his briefs. âWould you mind, uh, sucking me off?â A blush creeps over his cheeks.
Candy smiles and grabs a pillow to kneel on before getting off the bed. She spreads Harryâs legs and pulls his briefs down. He leans back on his hands and lets her get to work how she wants. His head rolls back the first time she swallows around him. Heâs in absolute heaven, and from the sounds of her moans, itâs safe to say she is too.
//
Every meeting started the same. Candy would take Harryâs suit jacket and loosen his tie. Then, theyâd sit on the couch, and slowly move to the bed as they talked. Sometimes Harry wanted a quick nap, and other times he was ready to start right away. He still hadnât properly fucked her, but heâs fucked her with several dildos and vibrators. He wanted to work on those skills just the same. He even fucked a plug in and out of her ass.
Theyâd been going at it for at least two months at this point. He still didnât know her real name, but he knew a ton of other things. He enjoyed talking with her, probably more than he should. Because when Harry goes out on a few different blind dates, he finds himself comparing every woman to Candy. The hollow look in their eyes while they smiled and nodded did nothing for him.
On this particular evening, Harry showed up with a bouquet of flowers for his girl.
âHarry, this was so thoughtful, thank you.â
âCan we talk for a minute?â He takes her hand, and they go to the couch. âIâve tried going out with other women, and none of them are you. I know I donât even know your real name, butâŠâ
âHarry, I know where youâre going with this, and the answer is no. Iâve never accepted any sugar baby offers for a reason. At some point, youâll get bored, kick me out, and then Iâll be shit out of luck. I donât want a man directly paying my way. It would make me feel powerless and trapped.â
âThatâs not what I was going to ask you, like, at all.â He rubs the back of his neck. âI wanted to know if I could take you out on a real date sometime, when youâre not on the clock as Candy.â
âI canât do that either, Harry.â She puts her hand on his knee, giving it a squeeze. âI keep these worlds separate. Men canât handle that I fuck other men, they always ask me to quit, and-â
âI would never ask you to do something like that. If you ever end up leaving this place, it should be because you want to.â
âJennifer is my best friend.â
âShe and I broke up ages ago. Pretend like sheâs not a factor in this. Would you go out on a date with me?â
âIâŠâ she bites into her bottom lip.
âIf no really is your answer, Iâll respect it, and we can keep things as they are, butâŠI have to be honest with youâŠevery time Iâm around you, I get this feeling. And itâs only with you. I wanna know if you feel it too.â
âI feel very strongly for you, more so than I have for any other client.â
âIâm so taken with you, sweetheart.â He cups her cheek and runs the pad of his thumb along her skin. âI think about you all the time, from the second I wake up in the morning. Just the thought of you has me tossing and turning and has my eyes rolling back. You have this affect on me, and you fascinate me, and I want to know everything about you. Youâre so sweet, youâve completely stolen my appetite.â
âFuck, Harry.â She moves to straddle his lap, and she wraps her arms around him. âIâm so wet right now.â She says lowly into his ear.
âDonât.â He grips her chin. âDonât try to distract me.â
âI was just being honest the same way you just were. YouâŠyouâd really be okay with me continuing to work here if we started up?â
âYeah.â He shrugs. âYou donât get this turned on by any of your other clients, do you?â
âNope, only by you.â
âThen I think I could learn to compartmentalize things. This is work, not play.â
âExactly.â
âWould I still be able to come see you here?â
âYes, but donât go taking up all my open slots. That kind of possessiveness doesnât turn me on.â
âNoted.â He smiles softly. âSo, I was thinking, for our first date, I could bring you home with me some night, and I could cook for you.â
âYou cook?â
âIt relaxes me. I can make whatever you like.â
âI canât remember the last time someone cooked for me. That sounds nice.â She bites into her bottom up. âSay things go well, and we start dating regularlyâŠwhat will you tell me people about me?â
âWhatever youâd want me to tell them. I can be as open or as private as you like. Iâll admit, I was embarrassed the first time I came here, but Iâm finding that these types of places are way more common than I thought.â
âYou could say we met at work. Not a total lie. When Iâve dated in the past, I usually tell the guy to tell others that Iâm a masseuse.â
âAre you comfortable with that?â
âYeah. It feels like the most accurate thing to say. I provide pleasure and relaxation.â
âYou sure do.â He smirks. She rolls her eyes playfully at him. âAre you free tomorrow night for a date?â
âYes.â She smiles.
âGreat.â He trails kisses along her jaw line and nips at her earlobe. âBring an overnight bag. Iâm gonna give my cock tomorrow night, and if I do my job right, you wonât be able to walk afterwards.â
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nct vs haunted house (who you picking to go with you?)
pairing ⏠ot25 nct (127, dream, wayv, wish)
tags ⏠cussing, i roast everyone (sorry not sorry)
authorâs note ⏠very lax and lazy shitpost. can y'all pretend like i posted this before november 1st to spare me the embarrassment and shame, thanks. also in no apparent order so you might have to dig for your member. this is the first time i've posted for all the members... also only seen the wayv and dream haunted house videos so it might not be fully accurate.
sakuya
nah why the hell would you pick him. this shit is gonna make a bolt for it and leave you alone inside to defend for yourself. if it's a haunted house walkthrough, he's gonna speedrun it and save himself, not you. if it's a horror escape room he's probably gonna get jumpscared, but will distract himself by laughing at you. NOT HELPFUL AT ALL, somehow manages to break everything. (0/10 partner, made me cry afterwards. this is why i hate children /j)
winwin
you've got like a 50/50 chance of surviving this thing. winwin's scared out of his wits when it comes to haunted houses, but in an actual stressful situation he thinks very logically. given the right circumstance, he doesn't make dumb choices, and can actually progress through the haunted house fairly easy. his only flaw is that when he gets jumpscared he has extreme reactions and always is on the floor. (6/10 partner, just make sure he isn't pulling you to the ground as well.)
haechan
no sane person would pick him, are you okay? i mean he's kinda unpredictable. either cackling and laughing his ass off or sobbing or straight faced the whole time. when he's scared he demands to be carried, like tf? thought you were supposed to protect me. whatever. actually kinda smart and helpful though like if you're lucky you two can get out just fine. (7/10 partner, because at least he isn't gonna leave you alone to die, you'll die together.)
doyoung
get ready for snarky comments on everything, "i wonder if these people are getting paid minimun wage." or "whoever designed this place needs to go to jail why is everything so ugly looking." he's a NERVOUS WRECK though. starts yapping when he's scared. telling the scare actors to "wait pls" (they won't love you like i love you) they don't listen to him though... very tense, movements are stiff, he has like a 25% chance of actually being helpful. (2.5/10 partner, someone tell him to move faster.)
jaehyun
you picked the nonchalant king himself! he'd probably be a bit scared, maybe a few jerks or flinches from the jumpscares, but nothing too bad. probably laughs at the actors or at the situation, but it's not a mocking laugh. very helpful and you'll definitely make it out of there alive! if you're easily scared no worries! he'll be fine carrying you if he has to. give yourself a pat on the back, you picked well. (10/10 partner i have no complaints)
jisung
someone save this poor baby and you because you two are also not making it out alive today. not very loud screams, but oh my god he clutches his chest and bucks his knees like he's heard the worst news of his life. 15,000 mental breakdowns in the span of a minute. asks random obvious questions and is curious about everything. he's too lost in his own head and thoughts to be really helpful, plus he's too scared to try anything so you really aren't progressing further unless you lock in. (2/10 partner, i love you ji but i gotta survive)
riku
honey idk who lied to you but riku is not brave at all. another stumbler, he's tripping all over the place, sometimes you wonder whether it's on purpose or not. no cause this man spends more time on the floor then actually on his feet. when he's collected himself and believes that there's no reason to be scaried he's gonna aegyo his ass off. which doesn't work lol. might as well use him as a meat shield atp. (3/10 partner, good meat shield /j)
yushi
also a 50/50. very very very helpful and knowledgeable when it comes to solving clues and mysteries. but when it comes to progressing forward and interacting with the scare actors he's not in his element. asks "who's there" as if anyone would answer. also in denial half of the time, "oh it's not that sc- AHJH SHHHH-" runs around and clings to something, probably your arm. (7/10 partner, just the two of us, we can make it if we try! )
hendery
i asked to survive not a distraction for my fears and worries. why is bro singing???? we're supposed to be working and solving the puzzles, no more distractions pls!! he's going to terrorize you just because it's funny, but i'm in a haunted house NOT A COMEDY CLUB. when it comes to solving clues he cooks dogshit!! nobody let him back into a haunted house thanks! (0/10 partner, i need the scare actor to mercy kill me atp)
chenle
why. you know better than to pick him. 100% will scream as loud as he can and sacrifice you in -119 seconds. laughing mess. he's like sakuya and will leave you to fend for yourself. he dngaf. will also terrorize you because it's "funny". unless it's a competition he will not help you at all and pretends like he's helping but he's not doing anything except goofing around. try again. (-143/100 partner, except he doesn't love you like in the skz song)
johnny
you make it out of there purely off of johnnyâs dumbass luck. iâm serious. as soon as heâs jump-scared he puts his hands up and turns around like âhelll naahhhhâ and then he starts scolding the scare actor like heâs their dad ???? or something ?? why the fuck did this turn into a big ass therapy session about how the scare actor could turn their life around and use their talents for something more rewarding in life? (9/10 partner, you only make it out of there because the scare actor tearfully tells you the answers to all the clues and promises johnny heâll work on bettering himself.)
kun
if you thought his leader mode self would activate you are wrong. completely wrong. first of all he TRIES to act calm and mature, but fails miserably. also he forces you to do everything, go first, because bro is ACTUALLY A COWARD ISTG. at least he's pretty decent at solving problems, but when he gets jump-scared he's too terrified to function, like if was by himself he would get himself killed. (-4/10 partner, i asked for a good partner not a manchild)
yuta
going with the other non-chalant king is also a fairly good choice! except he's even more unbothered and unfazed than jaehyun, you're wondering if you should be more scared of him than the actors. feel bad for the actors though like they get a kick out of scaring people and he's just like "heh. that's funny" not very helpful with puzzles though so you might have to do that yourself! (8/10 partner, you'll probably survive, but you'll do most of the work unfortunately.)
renjun
i think the only other person you could pick that's worse than him on this list is taeyong. CONSTANTLY CLINGING TO YOUR ARM. savagely trying to crack jokes but is scared out of his wits for sure. he's okay with solving clues, renjun is smart, just don't pressure or tease him or he might actually snap. honestly just don't pick renjun to be your partner. (-127/10 partner, why are we still here? just to suffer?)
taeyong
you are 100 percent getting killed today !! congratulations !! or maybe you wanted that? poor bubu was not cut out for this line of work okay. he screams the loudest screams you've ever heard, does not function normally after the first scare. you could've picked anyone else and maybe you would've had a 99.99% chance of dying instead of 100. (-553/10 partner, PICK BETTER PLEASE. i'm so fucking mad /hj)
ten
he's a runner he's a track star !! he's literally a cat. what else did you expect? him to not be a scaredy cat? when u call him out for being unhelpful or too scared he'll gaslight tf out of you. he'll also deflect and start saying everything you're doing wrong as if you aren't the ONLY PERSON DOING ANYTHING AT ALL?? âstop pushing meâ EXCUSE ME? YOU PUSHED ME? makes me so mad, but at least he sometimes is helpful i guess. (-40/10 partner, you should know better than to pick him.)
sion
better than kun maybe on par with winwin i'd say. his leader mode is definitely more active here, also tries to play up and be brave, gets scared very easily but it's okay. he reacts quickly and that's honestly all that matters in a haunted house bc if you can get out of that inital shock and think logically about the situation you can survive about anything. very good with puzzles i don't think he's a bad option! (8/10 partner, jaehyun maybe enlisting in a couple of days but at least we have sion)
jeno
might be the one of the best options out of all of these clowns. but again nct is a circus and they are so unpredictable. i would feel safe with jeno though. he's suspiciously quiet, and not very reactive when it comes to the scares. very smart too like he solves the puzzles in seconds too. take jeno with you and you are LIVING TO SEE THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL! (12/10 partner, very satisfied would recommend. )
xiaojun
you picking xiaojun is like whoever tf seulgi is singing to that knows 28 reasons to run away but chooses to depend on her anyways. LIKE CMON. xiaojun definitely scares himself. also he's really loud in general like you need something to shut him up with. bad at puzzles, okay with scares, idk if you're gonna survive broski. (2/10 partner, maybe xiaojun has dumb luck and you'll survive, who knows.)
ryo
way more mature than sakuya, i'm convinced you will actually survive! this little maltese is very brave and will definitely go first if you're too scared. also willing to throw hands but let's talk about that later you will make it out of there in decent time, and not struggle that much. may get a little bit scared, but he regains his courage very easily! (10/10 partner, guys i love ryo a lot. he's literally my child.)
jaemin
yes jaemin is a good pick, heâs not that phased by scare actors and will even try to talk to some of them about their day. spreads positivity but will probably mock you for being too scared if you get scared by the jump-scares. if you can deal with that you should be fine. heâs not as good as jeno is with the puzzles but can hold his own weight fairly well. âcan we go again?â absolutely not. (8/10 partner, wouldâve been higher but for that last comment heâs getting marked down a couple of points.)
jungwoo
just because this man isnât vocal when heâs scared does not mean he isnât shitting himself right now. instead of screaming, he opts to stumble and fall instead. any little noise will make him jump, even if itâs caused by himself. closes his eyes because âi canât get scared if i canât see them!â he was incorrect. jungwoo can in fact get scared if he canât see them. (0/10 partner, no negatives for jungwoo but you probably wonât survive.)
mark
best option in my opinion. the only leader who calms down the fastest and reacts the best. i mean he deals with haechan and chenle on a daily basis so he has some practice. all his years of testing his patience has prepared him for this moment. deep inside heâs paranoid as hell, but that really doesnât distract him from getting you two out of there as quickly as he can. extremely motivated and works hard to solve the puzzles. (17/10 partner, much better than his egg making abilities!)
jaehee
he thought it was going to be fun. it was not. âthis was NOT a good idea. oh MY GOd-â pointing to every little thing, âdid you see thatâ. okay but his prediction game is kinda on point though. thanks to his paranoia he manages to predict all the jumpscares. so eventually you two come up with a plan to scare the actors themselves which actually works surprisingly, and lessens your worries about the whole thing. maybe it was fun after all. (8/10 partner, you got banned from coming back though)
yangyang
now most of yâall might think that yy will whine and scream and cry in a haunted house. and, youâre not wrong! but in terms of the pussy-ness scale against the rest of these clowns, yangyang is actually pretty good at this. heâll flinch, react, scream, and run away, but he takes the lead. willingly to go first, even if he himself is shaking in his thousand dollar shoes the entire time. good at puzzles too! (7/10 partner, so good so bad like whatever zb1 said!)
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how about Yandere Wriothesley with an insecure female reader that is willing to be with him EVEN suggesting they should have a Baby so he would not leave her (basically obedient Reader
Thank you for asking, I actually love this concept. Sorry if this my headcanons go astray from your request.
Warning: Yandere theme, absolute no beta @@ because my head is full of thoughts but no words come out, Wrio x Clo may not like this one.
Couple: Yandere!Wriothesley x Female!Reader
In my opinion, Wriothesley is also insecure and has trust issues.
He is afraid that someone will take his precious lady. The sight of you getting bored of him and walking away with others is his worst nightmare.
But you are so well-behaved. Even when Wriothesley dragged you down and literally locked you up in his room, your eyes still looked at him so lovingly like he was your whole world.
Having you is like a miracle to him that he thanks Archon every day. It feels like his missing piece.
(You may be every yandereâs dream)
You are his lovely kitty, his treasure, his only exception, his sanity, his obsession, his comfort.
He loves the way you just accept every dark corner of him without hesitation. The more you look at him, the more he wants to spoil and drown you with his love.
Meanwhile, you always think that you are not enough for him. You are scared that someday, Wriothesley will find a smarter, prettier, and maybe from high society, suitable for Wriothesleyâs titles.
So you try your best to be a good girl to him, obey everything he says. You know he likes it.
Both of you are insecure, but you have a way of comforting each other so days fly by peacefully.
Until Clorinde comes to the Fortress one day.
You hear Wriothesleyâs chuckles and a female voice, so you take a peek inside.
You see a beautiful woman is having tea with him. You realize her. Clorinde is utterly famous in Fontaine.Â
The sound of them, smiling and talking, ringing inside your head and tearing your heart.Â
Youâre drowning in jealousy but you do not dare to jump in and ask.
Later that night, you shyly ask for a baby.Â
Wriothesley was surprised at first, but then he noticed your desperate face.
He knew something was wrong. He patiently hugged you and asked.
âOf course darling, anything you want. But can you tell me the reason for this sudden request? Tell me whatâs on your cute mind?â
After a while of âinterrogatingâ, he finally understood the situation.
While you blabbing about how you will be more obedient, begging to stay, Wriothesley's mind was on cloud nine.
Oh my Archon, you must be an angel for his gray life. How could he have such a perfect darling like you?
He was so happy that you were willing to do anything just to be with him.
You accept the risk, the responsibility just to be with him, just for the chance that he would not leave you. You trusted him wholeheartedly and only him. What could he ask more?Â
 No one has ever needed him like this before. Your jealous, your insecure, your begging made him feel so loved.Â
Wriothesley laughed as he hugged you tightly. He looks like the happiest man in the world.
âSilly, if I want to leave you, I can just take the child and push you out.â
âI want to have kids just because I love you. They will not affect my decision of keeping you.â
He told you that Clorinde was just a colleague. He had no feelings for her.
He planted kisses on your face, showing how happy he was and how much he loved you.
âMy dear silly kitten, how could I look at others when I have you already? How could I live without you now?â
âYou want it or not, I will never let you go, even till the day I die. I will drag you with me. Even the next life and the next next life. Youâre bound with me. You cannot escape from me.â
âBesides, I am the one afraid about you running awayâŠâ
He soon lit up your mood with his sassy humor.Â
Having a loyal lover makes this kinda twisted love completely normal.
Bonus:
After a few days, Clorinde and Navia were invited to a tea party in the Fortress. Clorinde looked at you, sat on Wriothesleyâs lap, from top to toe:
âI think I know where all of the factoryâs profit goes.â
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Question for the Heretic (2024) fandom
- Spoilers for sure so be careful -
Iâve been thinking about this every since i watched the film. Everything about it, even the ending, i think i understand and have a grasp of. But thereâs one thing slipping me and its been bothering me for almost a week now.
Right before Paxton and Barnes choose the door theyâre going to walk through, as a final attempt at getting on Mr. Reedâs good side, Sister Paxton laughs and says âyou have a beautiful house Mr. Reed. Did you build it yourself?â Or something along those lines.
Mr. Reed smiles and says âMy wife built it.â
Up until this point, itâs understood that any time Mr. Reed mentions his wife, heâs lying. From the start, he was lying about having a wife and her being home with him to make the girls comfortable enough to go inside. And that leads to the blueberry pie candle that tricked the girls into thinking his âwifeâ was actually baking a pie. Any time his wife is mentioned, heâs lying.
So when he says that âhis wifeâ built the house, what does that MEAN??? Surely someone had to make the house the way it was and itâs mainly implied throughout the rest of the film that Mr. Reed did all of that. I mean who else would have need for a layered torture basement, lights and locks set to timers, and a room made entirely to look like the inside of a church?? Its not like he bought it like thatâŠ
And then after going through the doors when the prophet first enters with the pie, Barnes and Paxton (and me too honestly) thought for a minute that she was Mrs. Reed. Maybe she was at one point but i feel like if that were the case, that would have been a big reveal. But Reed only ever refers to her as âThe Prophetâ and then of course she dies and gets quickly replaced.
Then i started to wonder whether or not he meant it figuratively. If he did have a wife once, maybe something happened to her or something she did or said in the past led him to do all his research to discover the One True Religion. So then when he says âmy wife built this houseâ, it really means that her existence and/or past actions led him down this path, and her indirectly creating and becoming the foundation for âthis houseâ or for his ideologies and the reasons for his actions (hopefully that makes sense).
Or maybe he was messing with them. At this point, the girls know that theres no wife. And Reed knows that they know. So is him saying âmy wife built itâ just a rude jab at them? Or a joke? But then whats the point of that other than to be weird and confusing (thats very on brand for him though, I cant even lie). And again, what does it mean?? Is it his way of saying âwell duh obviously i built it. Who else do you think, my wife?â That wouldâve been funny if he said that but he didnât say it like that. So im inclined to believe that its not like that.
After that point with the prophet, thereâs genuinely no other significant mention of a âwifeâ for Mr. Reed.
Another thing that struck me as odd was the constant reminder of his lie. Him drinking from the cup and mug that say âhubbyâ and yet no paired ones that say âwifeyâ. He wears a wedding ring, and i can accept that he does all of that to trick his victims. But even at the end of the film when heâs clinging to life and crawling across the basement trying to get to Sister Paxton, Mr. Reed is STILL wearing the ring. Clearly the facade has been broken, he doesnât need to trick anyone anymore so why not take the ring off? It just feels so intentional to me for him to have it on the entire time, especially when the mention of his wife (or lack thereof) was so significant at the beginning.
As you can see, itâs been absolutely killing me. Iâm probably looking way too far into it, and no one else seems to be that interested in this single line. But in a movie like this (and any A24 film to be so honest) EVERYTHING feels intentional. Especially the script. So thereâs no way this just doesnât mean anything. So if anyone has anymore insight that would really be beautiful and beneficial to my mental health because this is seriously driving me crazy.
Hey also also⊠why does no one have a first name in this film? Whats that about.
#heretic movie#i really hope im not reading too far into this#im crazy#please someone help me#i hope this makes sense#heretic 2024#a24 films#heretic#mr reed#sister paxton#sister barnes#hugh grant
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What We Could've Been
Part 2
Summary: Amidst a desperate fight and on the run, you and Eris finally confess your feelings for each other. But time isn't on your side.
Warnings: angst, character death.
WC: 1.2 K.
You can read part 1 here. Fictober Challenge
The next day, as everyone gathered for breakfast, you secretly hoped that something- anything would prevent Eris from showing up. Just as the meal was about to begin, an unexpected knock echoed through the room, drawing everyoneâs attention.
âAre we expecting someone?â Cassian asked, glancing around the table.
You sipped your coffee, trying to appear nonchalant while inwardly bracing yourself.
âNot that I know of,â Rhys replied, heading toward the door.
As the seconds ticked by, your anxiety gnawed at you. Why was he taking so long? Was there an argument? Did something go wrong? But then, Rhys returned, and beside him stood Eris, looking smug.Â
âGood morning, everyone,â Eris greeted with a smirk.
Cassian choked on his drink, while Azrielâs glare could have melted steel. âWhy are you here?â Cassian demanded, frustration clear in his voice.
âOh, Y/n didnât tell you? She invited me yesterday at the ball.â Eris winked at you, and you shrank in your chair, unable to meet your familyâs eyes as all attention shifted to you.
âY/n, care to explain?â Rhys asked calmly, though his tone held a note of curiosity.
âI-... I thought it would be a good way to make amends,â you stammered. âYouâre allies now, and itâs better if you can actually stand each other when working together,â you reasoned, glancing nervously between the three Illyians and Eris.
Rhys sighed, relenting. âFine. But if anything goes wrong, itâs on you.â He gestured for Eris to take a seat next to you.
Eris leaned in, his smirk deeping. âI hope I haven't caused you too much trouble with your family,â he whispered.
âYouâd enjoy that, wouldnât you?â you shot back, glaring at him again. âBut donât worry, I can handle it.â
He chuckled, placing a hand theatrically over his heart. âOh, I know that. Iâd never put you in actual trouble. My heart couldnât bear it,â he teased.
Around the table, the others watched with expressions of barely concealed disgust.
â
The two of you were joined on a mission and it had gone horribly wrong at the last minute. Outnumbered and unable to winnow away due to the faebane youâd been hit with, you both fled through the forest, sustaining injuries. Erisâs wounds were severe, blood soaking his clothes as he stumbled beside you.
When you finally managed to put some distance between you and the soldiers, Eris gripped your arm. âStop,â he panted, his voice strained.
âWhat is it? We need to keep moving,â you urged, panic tightening your chest.
He shook his head, his face pale. âWe wonât make it like this,â he said, a weak smile on his lips that didnât reach his eyes.
âWe have to try, come on,â you insisted, grabbing his arm to pull him forward, but he wouldnât budge. His grip tightened.
âIâll buy you some time,â he said softly, his tone tinged with resignation.
âLike hell you will! Iâm not leaving without you,â you snapped, your voice breaking with frustration.Â
A pained chuckle escaped him, even now trying to lighten the mood. âItâs oddly touching to see you worried about me,â he teased. âBut you have to go. Besides, you underestimate my power,â he added, though his bravado wavered.
âNo,â you choked out, shaking your head. âI wonât leave youâŠI canât.âÂ
âAw, donât tell me you actually care about me?â he smirked, though hope flickered in his eyes, betraying his jest.
âOf course I do. Weâre allies,â you replied, trying to sound casual despite the lump in your throat.
âAh, is that all we are?â he asked, his voice softening.
âCome on, Eris. Donât be stubborn. We have to move,â you pleaded, trying to ignore the despair building inside you.Â
He sighed, his eyes locking onto yours. âYouâre not listening, princess. Iâm not going. Iâm already dying. I wonât make it even if we get out of here. Let me do this for you. Let me do one good thing before I go. Let me protect you,â he whispered.
âWhy would you do this?â Your voice cracked, your eyes filling with tears..
He gave you a bittersweet smile. âYouâre really going to make me say it, arenât you? Fine, I donât have anything to lose anymore⊠Because I love you, Y/n. You tame the fire inside me. You make me want to be a better male, just for you,â he confessed, taking both your hands in his, his touch trembling.
You blinked, stunned. âWhat- where is this coming from? You canât do this to me right now,â you sobbed, the tears spilling freely as your heart shattered.. You didnât want to lose him, especially now after you found out how heâd been feeling about you.
âRefusing a dying maleâs confession?â he teased gently, though his eyes were soft, filled with a love you hadnât known he was capable of.Â
âFuck this! You wanna know how I feel? Fine!â you cried. âYouâre insufferable and infuriating, and you make my blood boil every time I see you. You make me want to strangle you half of the time. ButâŠsomehow Iâve grown used to you. Iâve found myself falling for you, damn it. So you canât just leave me now!â Your voice broke, the last words tumbling out between sobs.Â
His hand reached up, brushing a tear from your cheek, his palm resting there. âSee? That wasnât so hard. It only took me dying to hear it,â he joked, though his smile was genuine, full of pain for the future youâd never share. âOh, what we couldâve been,â he murmured, his voice cracking with regret. âIf only you hadnât been so stubborn about resisting me. But thatâs alright, now,â he added, his thumb caressing your cheek. Iâll die a happy male, knowing you cared for me,â he whispered, his forehead pressing gently to yours, his eyes soft yet filled with heartache.
âI-â The words failed you. The only thing you could mutter was, âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry it took me this long.â you whispered, voice quivering.
He shushed you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âHey, shh, itâs alright. Better late than never,â he said softly. âNow, I need you to get this to your brother,â he placed the small, sealed scroll in your trembling hands. âHeâll know what to do.â His gaze searched yours, desperate yet full of hope. âPromise me youâll survive. Itâs my dying wish, and you wouldnât be cruel enough to refuse a dying male, would you?â He tried to make one last joke.
You clutched the scroll, your tears blurring your vision. âEven now, youâre cracking jokes?â You tried to smile, but the anguish was too heavy. âFine, if thatâs your wish, Iâll try to fulfill it. Any other wishes?â
âOnly that I wish we had more time together,â he whispered, leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle, bittersweet kiss. It was a kiss of love, of goodbye, of all the words left unsaid. A first and a last kiss. When he pulled back, he steeled himself. âGo. Now,â he urged, his voice breaking.
He wanted you to stay, to hold on to this moment forever, but the longer you lingered, the harder it would be, and the more danger youâd face.
âGoodbye, Eris.â You forced yourself to walk away, to run, and with every step, your heart fractured further.Â
When you reached the top of the hill, you turned back one last time, seeing him standing fiercely, ready to face the approaching soldiers.
âGoodbye, Eris,â you whispered, tears streaming down your face, before running again, leaving behind the only male who had ever truly ignited your soul.
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if music be the food of love, chapter 6
â„ here you go lovies, itâs series time |Â chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter seven â„ summary: after the overlord meeting, zestial pulls you aside to talk to you like a grandpa about love. love? "Thou art in denial, little one." what a pointless observation. of course you aren't in love. â„ relationships:Â aroace Alastor x deaf female reader (queerplatonic to romance) â„Â word count: 5.8k â„Â pinterest board â„ notes: alastor brushes reader's hair, zestial does NOT lock in â„Â no tag list rn :3
You wake up rather early to the feeling of Alastor shaking the bed. You groan. Why has he been welcoming himself into your room? When you peek, you notice his claws digging into the mattress to keep hold as he rocks the bed back and forth. "I'm awake," you sign with one weak hand.
Slowly letting go, the bed stops shaking. But the tears are still there. âAnd about time too, darling. Iâve been trying to wake you up for ten seconds.â
"What is it this time?" You ask, rubbing your hands across your face. "Tell me you have a good reason, please. I'm begging."
He leans and reaches out to gently ruffle your hair as if trying to annoy you further.
âMy, someoneâs rather grumpy so early in the morning. And I do have a good reason, my dear. I assure you of that.â
"Go on."
He claps his hands together before signing. "I've decided to take you with me, can you guess as to where?"
"I'm too tired for your games."
In a slight touch, he holds your back and guides you to sit up. "Guess. It's somewhere you loved going, for some reason."
Ah. Something you loved but Alastor hated.
"It's the overlord meeting today, isn't it?" You pipe up immediately. "And you're taking me?"
âAh, my, how observant of you. Youâre absolutely right, it is the overlord meeting today, and I am going to bring you with me.â He says, a smirk appearing on his face at your sudden guess, and he confirms the information immediately without hesitation. Ding ding ding. "And I know what you're thinking. You donât need to worry about them accepting you or not, actually, the last time I went, they asked about you. Quite worried, they were.â
"Really?"
"No," he laughs. "I fibbed. But stand, you need to get ready."
You stand, sighing deeply. It's too early for all of this. While you head towards the bathroom, he opens your wardrobe, looking through the clothes he could dress you in. The bathroom door is slightly open, giving you some sort of comfort, knowing he will walk in rather than appear behind you. You run the brush through the end of your hair, biting the inside of your lip.
He quickly makes a small face at your wardrobe, realizing that most of your clothes are plain and boring; where were all the ones he made for you? He has half-a-mind to burn most of them and buy you all new ones.
He noticed the bathroom door was open as he looked through your clothes and heard you brushing your hair. Stepping forward, he watched the sight, and he smiled.
Your eyes immediately lock on his before you kick the door closed. And in a rare moment, you use your voice. "You're so weird, Alastor!"
He chuckles once you close the door on him, and he can hear your words from the other side. He huffs to himself, muttering. âIâm weird, darling? Now, now, thatâs a harsh way of describing your favorite overlord, donât you think?â
The lovely sound of your accent doesn't escape him. He lingers in it, standing in place with a growing smile before returning to the closet. He knows you'd hate if he lingered too long on your voice. You've trusted him enough to expose it to him. Now, which dress to pick?
His fingers run across the lace. You always looked good in lace. The red sleeves you would wear were his favorite. Do you have those here?
His ears perch when you knock on the wall.
"Which one are you going to pick?" With a brush in your hand and the other free, you continue. "Please let it be something cute. Don't make me match with you again."
âAh, so you donât want to match with me again?â He signs, raising a brow before stepping closer toward you, his smirk growing again. âBut you looked absolutely to die for last time!â
"I know you think so," you roll your eyes. Your morning smile is more casual than it tends to be. "Imagine how silly it would be if we walked in wearing similar things. That's humiliating."
It's all teasing. More than humiliating, it would be hilarious.
He steps closer, not appreciating your words very much. A smirk appears on his face again as he gently grabs some of your hair between his fingers.
âOh, donât act all modest, darling. I know just how much you loved matching with me. You absolutely adored it.â He teases back, testing your tone, his smirk becoming more mischievous.
"Sure," You won't give him the satisfaction of knowing he's right. "Is that going to be your final decision, or do I get a say in my outfit?" You place the hairbrush on your dresser; he eyes it. He considering picking it up. But he quickly glances over at you once more, his smirk growing even wider than before
âMy, look at you, all confident and stubborn. And I suppose Iâll let you have a choice in your outfit, after all. Give me a show!"
"Alright," You step past him, plucking certain dresses to remind you what they are. Red, red, red. Alright, maybe you're going to end up matching him. "Black? Would black satisfy you?"
He can see the exact moment you realize you would be matching with him regardless.
âOh, donât worry about satisfying me, darling. You always look lovely no matter what you wear. But maybe you should choose the other color.â He signs in a sarcastic yet still polite manner, crossing his arms as he watches your expression closely.
You make a clicking noise and flicker the hangers to the side. And there he spots it, a red dress with lace sleeves. Alastor's heart skips a beat. His eyebrows immediately furrow at the sensation. His chest tightened, but only for a moment. He needs to collect himself.
"That one," he stands beside you and touches it, running his fingers down it.
"This dress? It's so old." You laugh.
"Yes, this one. Itâs been so long since Iâve seen you wearing it.â He said, taking a long moment to let his eyes thoroughly examine the dress before looking up at you again. âI still remember the first time you wore it, you looked absolutely lovely in it, darling. You still do.â
"I'll wear it then." You take it off the hanger and place it against your chest, testing the look in the standing mirror beside your bed. "It even looks old. But you like this style, don't you? I suppose the lace is a little contemporary, though."
You sign with one hand, something that always makes him smile. You would have to do that long ago when you didn't want him to know what you said. Now, he can understand it perfectly.
Without words, he walks over and stands next to you, staring at your reflection in the mirror. "Do you need help getting undressed?"
"What? No!"
But by his smile, you see that he was only joking.
You huff. "Turn around, or get out of here."
âMy, my, so cruel.â He still turns away from you, giving you some privacy. He doesn't leave.
You swiftly remove your nightgown and go to your dresser for the underlayers. They're all folded neatly. Interesting. Your conclusion came quickly; he must have done that while you were sleeping. Was he watching you sleep? Of course he was.
The cotton underlayers hug you tightly. The red dress isn't as puffy as your usual ones. It's only three layers: a ruffle that appears at the bottom, the bodice, and then the overall, which shines red. There's a dip in the necklace down the center of your chest where your music can come through. The sleeves fall to your fingers, moving gently at your every movement. It still hasn't dawned on you why he noticed this dress specifically. You even give a childish swirl as you assess yourself.
You clap your hands.
He smiled brightly as he heard the rustling of clothes and fabric behind him, silently imagining what you were doing. He can almost see the exact expression on your face, ideal in his head, as you are doing so. You often have a light in your eyes when you show off your clothing to him. Old body language that he's always remembered.
The moment you clap, his smile grows wider again as he silently smiles and slowly turns around. As soon as he entirely turns, his eyes fall onto you.
âLooking as lovely as ever, darling.â
"Why, thank you." You curtsey, even going all in and crossing your ankles and dipping your head. You laugh before you look back up at him. His heart can't stop racing. Your courtesy has him silently cursing to himself at the sight; as you link eyes with him, he quickly forces a casual smile on his face as he stares at you.
âHow polite! Iâve never seen you curtsy before.â
He says, trying to push down his senses.
"Courtesy of the era." You wave your hand dismissively, one of your most casual tendencies. "It fits the moment. Anyway, shall we be on our way?"
âYes, yes, we should get going. Theyâll be waiting for us after all, but before we go, I'm afraid I've forgotten something." Alastor drops his hands and takes a small step forward.
"Don't loom like that. It scares me."
âOh, my darling, do you know that you get increasingly amusing every day? But Iâm not going to do anything to you, I promise; I was just going toâŠhelp you with something, dear.â He looks you up and down for another moment. He quickly glances towards your dresser. Your eyes go up and down your body. Is your speaker dusty? Is it a ripped seam? He'd definitely catch something like that. A small patch of blood? No, there's no way you'd not notice.
His eyes follow yours as you analyze yourself.
âOh, itâs nothing like that, donât worry, darling. You look absolutely perfect.â Once again, his gaze shifted towards your dresser, and he walks towards it.
The hairbrush.
You scoff. "Really?"
"I just noticed your hair, do you mind?â
He said, gently picking up the hairbrush and staring at it momentarily, a smile still on his face. You hum.
"Go ahead, I won't stop you." You take a breath before turning around. Imagine how funny it would be if he just wacks you with it.
He stands behind you closely, looks at your hair, and raises the hairbrush to begin brushing it.
Him touching you feels so natural. There's even a softened tone to your music, stereotypical romantic tunes. He rolls his eyes. Where's the jazz?
He can practically sense the enjoyment radiating off of you. His brushes are gradual and gentle.
He's stalling. You reach over my head and grab his wrist, turning your body. "That's enough, my love. Are you satisfied? Let's get going."
He slowly stops, raises a brow, and lowers the hairbrush back to his side. âOh, you have no patience this morning, my love. Donât be in such a rush.â
You give him a small smile, leaning in, your eyes widening. "You're the one that woke me up. Don't tell me the meeting isn't for a long time."
âNo, no, the meeting is early, we do have to get going soon. But we do could play with the clockâŠâ He mimics your usual behavior by waving his hand dismissively.
"Alastor. Come on, now I'm excited for it. Your fault."
It doesn't leave your mind that he wants to spend time with you. It may be worth being a little late. It's not as if everybody is always on time. Plus, you've always loved a grand entrance.
âOf course you are. Weâll get going in a moment.â
You turn your head, furrowing your brows. "Is everything okay?"
"Yes, everythingâs fine! Why do you ask?"
"Alastor, be serious. Is something wrong or do you really just miss me?" The second option puts a lopsided smile on your face. Is the Radio Demon missing you? Missing? Missing? He has admitted feeling that way once or twice before, but having him be so obvious about it is a bit off-putting.
"Eh, just a little." When he does the sign, he squints his eye to add emphasis. When he sees your smile, your knowing smile, and he just can't keep up the act any longer. "Maybe."
"We'll be together when we walk. Alastor, please. You're stressing me out." You grab his hand, making bold contact, trying to pull him along.
He is caught slightly off guard. He stays in place momentarily before sighing and finally giving in, letting you pull him along until he steps forward and opens your bedroom door for you. When you step through, his shadow closes it for him, and he walks by your side. He patiently intertwines his fingers with yours.
It doesn't last long. When you leave the hotel doors, Alastor pulls away, straightening his tie and repositioning his smile. "Let's get a move on."
"Thank you."
He side-eyes you, rolling his eyes, stepping along with confidence only an overlord can have. You follow along with the same conviction. The city feels different when your chin is lifted and a smirk on your face the entire time. Your music draws everybody away except Alastor, who is pleased with your impact on the weak souls around you. Good girl.
You end up walking ahead of him, a skip almost in your step. That tall building that you love so much comes into view. And as you step through the alley, he glares at the security cameras. His eyes narrow, and he stares straight at it in a challenging manner before looking away and continuing to follow after you. Ridiculous.
You turn to him. "Will everything be okay?" You take a deep breath, but your smile doesn't leave your face despite your anxiety. "I need to hear it."
His head tilts, staring at you in a somewhat confused manner. "There is nothing to worry about."
His eyes soften, only just a bit, but it's something that you'll always notice. He wants to make sure you are satisfied with his answer.
"Perfect, thank you. That's all I needed to hear." You turn on your heel, not even giving him a chance to respond before clicking the button for the elevator, waiting and staring up at it. Your heart is beating out of your chest, and your speaker even pulsates a bit. You never dreamed you'd be able to come to another meeting.
He is tempted to keep talking, to try and say something else to you, but there's no way he would break your concentration.
He stays silent then, just watching you as he waits with you.
The elevator takes a long time, or is it because time slows when he looks at you? Your smile remains on your face; is it because of him?
He bites down the urge to touch the low of your back, to hold you like the gentleman he is.
It's almost as if you can tell if you felt his eyes on you. You step closer to him, bumping your shoulder into his, but the elevator dings before you can do anything further. He motions to it, and you race him inside.
"Are we on time?" You glance down at the alley below as it starts to get farther. "I hope Camilla doesn't get upset."
âWeâre on time, donât worry. Camilla wonât get upset. Sheâs still veryâŠvery particular, is allâŠâ
"I know that much."
His urges get the best out of him. He holds your waist, turning you around when it's time to exit the elevator. Immediately, the sight of the long white table sparks happiness. And all of your former friends sit together. Control yourself. You raise your chin, saunter, and hold your hands before yourself. When Camilla straightens, you just give her a nod. Her eyes flicker down to your speaker, looking back at your face.
What does my music sound like? Oh, goodness me.
Alastor obnoxiously drags a chair from the end to one next to his. The second person you look at is Zestial. He interlocks his fingers when he sees you, sending a slight nod your way, which you smile as you return. Elder to elder.
Camilla's large hands lift, her signing a bit rusty, but she manages to convey the simple.
Angels, angels, angels. Of course that's all it is. That's all it ever seems to be. But this time is different. A dead one? That's new. You eye Alastor, who just stares at her. He's known this.
The most exciting part of the meeting is when it ends, not because of the excusing but because of how Zestials lifts his hand, addresses the others, signs to you, and asks you to stay, alone. It's similar to when a teacher asks you to stay after class. You turn to Alastor, your bright smile granting him no pleasure. He's going to wait outside whether you like it or not. He's on his way regardless, standing guard by the elevator, eyeing you while you sit next to the oldest overlord.
When Zestial lifts his hands, your shoulders relax. He signs in the way you signed growing up. His hands hang low, and his head always faces you. It has a touch of French, it's proper, and it's lovely. But the best part about it is how Alastor will never be able to understand.
"What hath compelled thee to venture back?"
Your mind flickers your memory to Alastor's discreet name sign.
"Oh, just Alastor business. The typical things. I've missed you dearly, old friend. I've missed your accent. It's treacherous to try and sign to these children."
"Alastor? T'is of no surprise, I suppose. He hast ever been full of whimsy and caprice. Pray tell, hast he roped thee into his wild plans?"
Your heart skips a beat. His plans? What has he planned? Zestial has always been more knowledgeable than you and always will be. He can read people like no other. And he knows something you don't. "As always, you know him. And you know me. I'll go along on whatever trail he drags me through."
"How predictable. Though art truly a sap to his antics, as thou has always hast. Such fun he has with the strings of thy heart, pulling and tugging, dancing you about, like one of his radio plays."
Though he pierces you, you just roll your eyes. "Is this what you wanted to talk about? Not what I imagined for our reunion, dearest you."
He chuckles and sips his tea, swirling it around in his cup. "A fair query, little one. This conversation art simply a preamble. I desire more knowledge, to quench my curiosity."
"Go ahead."
"Thou art always a bold one. Very well, I shall entertain."
But he stops at that, taking another sip of his tea as if dwelling on something.
You interrupt, trying to stop him from what seems to be the worst sentence you'll ever process in your life.
"I change my mind! Shall we change the topic? Don't you remember how beautiful the snow was? I miss it. Do you miss snow?"
He nods and grins faintly, his expression softening at the memory. "Ah, yes. The snowfall... I recall it vividly. How Hell's time doth fly..."
He gazes at you with curiosity when you get antsy over Alastor, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Little one, I am sure Alastor's antics have led ye to this point. Though there is a query, little one, I wish to ask of ye."
Another 'go-ahead' almost makes its way to your hands. "Anything."
He hums to himself, tapping his claws against the side of his teacup. He then looks back at you, his gaze gentle and warm.
"Little one, what is the extent of thy love for Alastor?"
An audible woah leaves your lips. But you cover it up with a sly smile. "Why would you think I love him?"
He takes a long sip of his tea, his eyes never leaving yours. He puts it down. "Because of the way thou art around him. The way thou smile in his presence. The way thou speak with him, how thy eyes light up in his company. How thou would jump at the chance to do something for him. All signs point to love. And thou seem shocked and surprised for some reason. Ah, how have I forgotten. Your lullabies."
You close your eyes; he's undoubtedly testing your patience. But over what? Counterproductive accusations? Though the memories of Alastor's small caresses and willingness to put himself out of his comfort to make you smile play on repeat. Love, what a silly word. "Perhaps I love him in the slightest bit. But he's a dear friend, and don't be fooled, dearest. Nothing will ever come from it."
"Thou art in denial, little one. Doth thou truly think I cannot sense the stirring in thy heart when thou art around him? Love is a powerful force... though I imagine it may frighten and confuse one such as thyself." He smiles, mildly scolding.
"I would certainly never die for him. That's a part of love, isn't it? Devotion. I haven't devoted myself nor have I given my soul to him. We are companions. We will always be." There you go again, pessimistic towards the future.
"Devotion is a part of love, yes. But there are many different kinds of love, little one. Not all require the sacrifice of one's soul. However, companions you say, is that all he is to thee, then?"
No. "Yes, of course." The response is short. You focus your stare on Zestial's. You've definitely missed these conversations very much, no matter how annoying they may be. Talking to Zestial is like having a coffee with a distant friend. "A companion."
"Companion... that is what thee claims, but thy heart say otherwise. Dost thou recall the saying "denial is the first stage of grief"? Because it fits quite nicely in this condition." He grins, enjoying the banter. His little counterpart is getting so frustrated over something so simple.
"Zestial, excuse me, if you are so certain I am in love then what do you say I should do about it? What do you think? Bestow upon me your words, but make them kinder, please and thank you."
"Very well, little one. If thou truly wish for mine advice, I shall give it. Be warned, though... it may not be the answer thou is expecting." He pauses momentarily, "Thou art hesitant to admit it, but thou do love the radio demon. That much is clear to see. Doth thou wish for the chance to... act on thy feelings?"
And then you finally give in, not fighting it anymore, sighing and placing a hand on your temple, massaging it while you piece together words. You start to sign. "He'll hate me if I do."
Zestial is taken aback by your expression and how vulnerable you seem. You have never let him see this emotion. You add, "I'm being serious."
He nods in acknowledgment and sighs gently. "I see... thou art more serious than I thought. Dost thou truly fear his rejection and hate, then?"
"I just wonder if he'd disappear again. He say he'll always be here with me, but you know how he is." You huff. "Empty promises. But who can blame him? Maybe it's my fault for always believing him."
He nods again. He knows Alastor's nature well, the empty promises, and the endless chaos he brings.
Zestial basks in at the pain in your eyes. Your music affects everybody around you; that much is an unmistakable fact. It's probably torturing the people outside as you speak. He remains untouched.
"Ah... so thou are worried he will disappear once more, leaving thou behind. Is that the true fear within thy heart?"
"That's all there is. I don't know anything else he would do, realistically. Let's not play with the impossible."
"Thou are a wise one, little one." He pauses, contemplating his words, standing from his seat before continuing. "Let us speak in hypotheticals, then. Just humour me this one time, my dear melody."
"I know what you're about to say, but proceed. I won't stop you. Though, don't expect me to answer." You try to act stubbornly, but your smile still comes.
"Very well. Then let us play a game of 'what if'." He says and starts to pace around you, his eyes studying you closely as he signs. "What if, just presume... the unthinkable happens. And for in this lifetime, Alastor actually reciprocates your feelings..."
"How would I tell? And I'm not going to say my feelings outright." You put a hand on your chest. "Goodness me, I'd rather die a second time. What a nightmare that would be."
"Ah, so thou would rather perish than confess thy feelings. Very well, I understand. Then, let us consider another path. Let us suppose that Alastor gives... a portent."
With the best of your ability, you lift your shaking hands. "His indications are a bit hazy, I'm afraid. Between the caresses and the kindness, there is a constant sense of confusion if that's his form of friendship or if he's treating me as if I'm special."
He stops pacing and stands in front of you. "Ah, yes. Alastor is certainly known for his puzzling ways. It can be difficult to decipher his intentions. Is that part of the reason why thou art so hesitant and fearful, because thou cannot be sure of his true feelings for thee?"
"I didn't know you were a therapist, Zestial. Is that a new trait?" Your smile twitches, and your eyebrows furrow. You sit on the table, keeping your eyes on him. "It's appalling."
"Ah, thou art trying to evade the question. But I see right through thee. 'Tis futile to try and hide the truth."
He steps closer to you, his expression sincere.
"Thou art frightened by the uncertainty, are thou not? The fear that Alastor does not truly share thy feelings."
"I think anybody would feel the same." Your eyes glance at the floor momentarily before looking up; a special glint is in them. "He picked this dress for me this morning. I think it holds a special memory for him. But I don't think I can even guess what it is. I can't place a specific time I've worn this before."
He looks you up and down, intrigued by the memory it holds. He hasn't the slightest clue, either.
"Ah, so he picked this dress for thee? Interesting..."
He muses to himself.
"And thou do not recall the specific time thou wore it before? Have thou ever worn it in his company?"
Your face starts to heat. Quickly, you realize that this is why you couldn't remember. "Perhaps I wore it whenever we went out. Maybe that's what it is. Every time we'd sit together at a cafe and just talk for hours. It's a good memory." It gives you a sinking feeling in your gut, and the memories spark that sick, dreadful feeling of love.
"Ah, that doth explain it. The memories thou share with Alastor, the hours spent conversing in cafes. It seems thy mind has chosen to associate this dress with those joyous moments."
He observes you closely, sensing a hint of something else stirring beneath the surface. A sinking feeling, a fear, perhaps? But of what?
"But I've worn other dresses too." It's your turn to pace. "Unless there was a certain spot we went to! No, we tended to stay in the same area. Maybe it was a murder we committed, a special one? Have I gotten this dress bloody before?" You look down. "No, I'd never."
"Thou art a detective now."
"Be serious." Your hands move frantically. "If you picked out a special dress for me, what reason would it be? What would you relate it to? Help me here, it would mean the world to him if I remembered, I know that."
"Very well, let me indulge thy curiosity for a moment. If I were to pick out a striking dress for thee, and thou were to associate it with a particular memory... A special occasion, a moment that holds meaning and emotion. Not a situation, but a moment."
A moment. You point out memories in your head. A kiss? No, you've never kissed. I love you? You've never said that, either. A hug? Is that significant enough? You two hug all the time now.
"None seem to resonate with thee just yet. Mayhaps there is something that thou is overlooking. A detail, small but meaningful." He takes a step closer, his eyes scanning over the dress.
"Do you know? Are you teasing me, Zestial?" The confusion on your face drops just a bit to accommodate your soft smile. "Has he talked to you about me?"
"Me? Teasing thee?" He feigns outrage, the notion warming your heart. "Perish the thought, my dear! But to answer thy question, yes, Alastor has spoken of thee. Many times, in fact."
"Oh goodness, what does he say? Good things, I plead." You stand directly before him, staring at him, matching his posture.
"Ah, little one, rest assured, it is nothing but good things he speaks of thee. His praise for thee knows no bounds. That is all."
"Has he mentioned the dress before? Ever? Knowing Alastor, what would you suppose his connection to this damn dress is?" It's bothering you more and more. What if Alastor gets hurt that you don't remember? Or is he betting that you won't? Oh no, what if it's something ridiculous?
"Ah, little one, thou art so eager to get to the bottom of this mystery." His shoulders drop as he sighs. "Alastor has never mentioned the dress itself to me. I apologize that I cannot assist further."
You stare at him for a long while, eyes locked on his. He holds your gaze. He's not lying. This is so frustrating.
"Alastor's waiting for me." You take a step back, hesitant to end the conversation. "I'm afraid I must go."
"I understand. Thou must not keep Alastor waiting." He holds back a chuckle at the thought of Alastor's impatience. "But before thou go, may I offer thee a parting thought?"
"Of course, dearest you. Continue." You place your hands behind your back, clenching your fists.
"I must ask you to consider the possibility that thou may never remember it. At least not right now."
When you think he is done talking, he grabs your attention again by putting a finger under your chin and tilting your head.
"And little one, have caution. Thou aren't worth the suffering."
You laugh, put a hand on your speaker, and feel your rapid heartbeat. "Is that all?"
"Do not allow the weight of thy own expectations, or the expectations of others, to overwhelm thee." He dips his head. "Farewell, my dear."
Your body works with automatics as you curtsey to him. He stares at you as you do. He smiles. Others have lost their manners over the centuries, especially to royals like yourselves.
"Farewell, Zestial."
You let out a breath as you step away. He's staring at your back. All you can do is hope that he's been letting you off easy, relieving you of a longer lecture.
Alastor stares at you, face neutral, his smile offering no context to his emotions.
Zestial eyes you, his eyes flickering to Alastor's before he makes his way towards Carmilla's chambers.
You smile, missing the notion. "Well, did you miss me? We can be on our way now."
Internally annoyed that you had spent so long talking to Zestial in a language he didnât understand, his annoyance turned into slight confusion as his eyes briefly followed Zestialâs gaze.
âAh, darlingâŠdid you have fun talking to Zestial again?â
"Always. He's a good friend." You press the button for the elevator, reaching in front of him to do so. You enter before adding on. "Perfectly so."
Perfectly so, hm? His irritation slowly grows. He stays silent for a moment, waiting with you in the elevator for a moment before he finally lifts his hands, his posture growing more tense, and his smile is slightly strained.
âYou enjoy talking to him a lot, donât you?â
"Don't be jealous, Alastor. It's just different. He'd never be able to replace you." Holding him softly, you reach out to his cheek, and he leans into your touch. He has a warmth that your body could never imitate. His cheeks are soft, the corner of his lips brushing against your thumb. But then you pinch his cheek, smiling at him as if he were a child. "Somebody your age wouldn't get it."
He swats your hand away, ears pinned to his head. "Your on the verge of death, my dear."
"Always so."
"Well, I hope you had fun, because you are prohibited from doing that again."
"I'll do it again eventually."
He snarls. "And I will eat you alive."
"I'm sure you will."
âOh, you just love pushing my buttons, donât you, darlingâŠâ
You just shrug, watching the familiar alleyway become ground level as the doors open. "It's the most fun a girl can have around here."
And with that, you walk off, not checking if he followed behind. He didn't; he didn't take a single step, sinking into his shadows to appear right in front of you. You catch yourself before bumping into him.
"Oh, no, no, no. You can't escape that easy."
"I wasn't trying to."
With how close his body is, you can only think of Zestial's words. Love. Is it true?
"Good. I'd never let you get away."
His warmth engulfs you as he wraps one arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders, bringing you in for a hug. You don't know where to put your hands. Does he want you to hug him back, or is this only for a second? When his grip tightens, you softly place your hands on his shoulder blades, feeling their sharpness even through his coat.
And then he pulls away, tightening his bowtie. "Now that's done, let's head back. I have a lovely recipe I'd like you to try!"
"I'm excited."
Your body holds no signs of love. That's the way it should be. Even when he has you, you won't portray any emotion like that to him. He'd take advantage of it; you know he would.
Such fun he has with the strings of thy heart, pulling and tugging, dancing you about, like one of his radio plays.
Ah, you realize. Is he already?
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ft.
LOCK IN ZESTIAL!!!
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Twelve days of fluffmas
One the fifth day of fluffmas, my true love gave to me...
Yakuza!SatoSugu being iconic and adorable.
Day Six
Yakuza!Suguru x Wife!reader
Tags: Yakuza AU, Yakuza!Satoru's POV, fem!reader, fluff, Christmas antics, cuteness overload
"Now, if my wife asks you what we're doing in the garage, you say..."
Satoru looked at Suguru wide eyed. Not that he was afraid to be caught in a lie, or that he wasn't sure that he'd remember the line Suguru fed him. It was that he didn't want to be on your bad side should you find out.
"Nothing. We're doing nothing by guy stuff and painting the swing set you got for the girls for Christmas."
Suguru nodded. "Good, she should believe that because I couldn't get the right colour I wanted. Yeah..."
Bright pink. Suguru was able to locate bright pink spray paint for the swing set and had actually been working on it longer than he'd actually stated.
Because he was actually working on his gift to you. And for some reason he needed Satoru's help. Though it was more of just a look out.
"But can't I just be the look out guy inside? She's just made sweets and Nanako and Mimiko will eat all of them. She makes the best sweets man-"
"No, I need your help here. Knowing you, you'd say something to mess it up because you know Miguel is coming over to pick something up. You always have to mess around with him."
Messing with Miguel was a highlight of Satoru's day at times, he just got under his skin so much that he was surprised Miguel never tried to punch him. The man had more patience than he thought.
"I promise I won't say anything to mess up your cute little present for your wife, but it's cold and draughty in here and I'm freezing my balls off."
"There's no draught. I opened the garage door a little and secured it."
What? "The hell you mean by 'opened it a little'?"
Suguru shrugged and fiddled with the canvas sheet in the corner. "I had to keep it cold in here so she wouldn't come out by chance. You know how she is."
He knew exactly how you were. How intimidating your presence was when you grew suspicious of whatever dumb shit Satoru had pulled Suguru into. There wasn't much he was nervous about, but you were one of them.
"If she finds out what you're hiding she'll hit the roof, Suguru."
Looking over his shoulder, he watched the door leading back into the house. "Just watch the door, I'll worry about my wife. Just tell me if you hear her coming."
Satoru slumped his shoulders and wandered over to the door just like he had done the last few times. He leant against the wall with his head close to the door and pulled out a candy from his pocket to suck on whilst his friend did whatever he was doing.
Suguru fiddled with the canvas sheet once more and pulled it away from the corner of the room, revealing a canvas underneath. It wasn't just a piece of painted art though, it was more of a collage. A big one.
Everything he collected without you even realising was a talent in itself. A pile of memories from the moment Mimiko and Nanako were born, until this year. Paintings, dinky little hand and footprints and locks of hair with one of their first little curls.
It was pretty cute.
"Never thought I'd see you get this creative when it wasn't kicking someones ass, Suguru."
"I bet in some point in your life you'll want to do stuff like this. But I must admit, it's pretty soothing."
Satoru shrugged, he didn't have the patience for it to watch glue and paint strokes dry. "I'd rather go out and do karaoke. Which is what we should be doing this close to Christmas."
"We will once I add more to this, I don't have long left to get it finished and framed. I can't get any done at night because she's a light sleeper and whenever she's out of the house and I'm here with the girl's, I can't just let them in here."
That little fact got Satoru chuckling. "Because they'll snitch you out to the warden, huh?"
"Don't let her hear you say that or she'll kick your ass," he sifted through some little photographs and fiddled about with a few on the canvas.
"I know she would."
Satoru did not doubt for a second that you'd give him a run for his money. He remembered what you were like when he met you all that time ago and even then you were a force to be reckoned with.
"What do you think?" Suguru stepped back and wiped away at the little blob of glue on his finger.
"It's cute," Satoru approached the canvas and studied it. "You did great, man."
He patted him on the back and watched Suguru take his hard work in. Boy, he'd come far. Satoru remembered Suguru coming out of the hospital with the twins in his arms and the softest smile upon his face.
Twins. A surprise for the two of them in the delivery room. And Satoru was right there waiting.
He could admit that it tugged on his heart strings a little. Now the girls were absolute trouble, took clever for their own good and took right after their mother. Who by the way was heading towards the garage door.
"Suguru?"
Satoru looked at Suguru and he did the same. Frozen on the spot with the collage in full view of the door. They both moved in sync, flapping about the room and throwing up dust sheets and masks, Satoru threw a spray can to him and in time, Suguru began spraying a pole of the swing set strategically placed on the floor just as you opened the door.
"Could you help me-" you stopped and watched.
It must have been Satoru's posture, crouching and watching a full grown man spray pain a pole when he really should have been doing the same.
Suguru pretended to notice you come in and pulled off his mask. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine. I just needed you for something but it can wait until later- Satoru what are you doing?"
Shit. You noticed he had nothing in his hands, just his thumb and forefinger pinching his chin as though he was admiring a piece of art.
"Me? Oh, nothin'. My painting finger got tired so I let Suguru take the lead here."
You eyed him suspiciously. "Your painting finger got tired?"
"Mhm," it sounded utterly stupid, but for his sworn brother it was a hill he would now die on.
Suguru wiped his face and pulled the mask off completely. "I can come and help you right now. Satoru can finish this off. Right, Satoru?"
"Yeah, actually I can just use my other hand. It's no big deal."
It was like you just knew. "You two are up to something, aren't you?"
"What? No." Satoru shook his head and went along with Suguru's smile.
"Nothing at all."
You watched Suguru. Then Satoru. And right back to Suguru. "Come in when you're cleaned up, dinner won't be long. You both better eat before you go to the Karaoke bar."
"Yes, Dear." Suguru looked away under your gaze and exhaled when the door closed.
Satoru blinked slowly. "Is she psychic or somethin'? How the hell does she know we're always doing stuff we shouldn't?"
Suguru huffed with amusement as he got to his feet. "Because we get up to all sorts of dumb shit all the time. She must really have a sixth sense to it all by now."
That much was true. Dumb stupid shit that was hilarious. You seemed to put up with it and Satoru didn't know why, though he had seen the immature side to you plenty of times.
They say opposites attract yet when it came to you and Suguru, it was like you could have been identical.
Sort of sweet when he thought about it.
Now. With the collage hidden and stowed away for another day with out you realising, Satoru prayed there were still some sweets on the dining room table. And if Miguel arrived already, he better not have eaten them all in spite of him.
Or Satoru was really about do some dumb shit.
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Favorite Place (Roxas/Kairi drabble collection)
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Chapter 9: Try For the Hell Of It
The rowdy sounds of the New Yearâs Eve party were quickly drowned out as Roxas made his way upstairs. All he needed to do was use the bathroom, but the closest one was occupied, so the one in the bedroom upstairs was his only option⊠that is, if that one wasnât occupied as well.
As much as he enjoyed the festivities, along with the loud music blasting through the walls, it was actually nice to have a brief moment of peace, so he couldnât complain.
The blond eventually reached the bedroom and noticed the door was slightly open. He knocked just in case before slowly pushing the door open.
The room was empty.
Good.
From there, Roxas made his way to the bathroom, but he suddenly stopped in his tracks when he noticed someone just outside the window across the bedroom.
âOh, hey Roxas.â
Roxas froze up, not realizing who was calling his name until the figure moved closer to the dim lighting in the room.
âKairi?â He questioned, still remaining in place⊠as well as wondering what the heck the girl was doing. âUhh⊠hi?â
Kairi giggled softly as she gestured for Roxas to come over.
âWanna come here for a bit?â
Despite being completely caught off guard seeing the auburn haired girl at an awkward time, he couldnât help but accept the offer.
âYeah, I guess. Just uh⊠give me a sec.â
He finally stepped inside the bathroom before making his way back out moments after, noticing Kairi was resting her arms on the window sill, patiently waiting for him.
She looked pretty.
Though, that still didnât explain why she was here by herself out on the roof.
âSo⊠any reason youâre here and not with everyone else downstairs?â Roxas asked, carefully climbing out the window to join the girl.
âMmmm,â the girl hummed as she turned to look up at the night sky, âNo real reason. I just wanted to get away from all the noise for a bit.â
At that moment, a lone firework went off in the distance and echoed through the air.
âI donât think itâll be too quiet out here once midnight hits,â Roxas chuckled.
âYeah, but at least weâll have front row seats to watch the fireworks,â Kairi smiled.
âWhat time is it anyway?â The blond wondered.
The girl pulled out her phone and tapped on the screen.
âItâs 10:23. We still got a little while to go.â
âSo youâre just gonna stay here until 12 am?â
Kairi looked up at Roxas and shrugged nonchalantly, âI mean, you can leave if you want.â
Roxas tilted his head slightly before letting out a small laugh. âYou canât get rid of me that easily.â
âWanna see about that?â
The red head reached her arms out and made it seem like she was about to push Roxas off the roof, but he quickly took ahold of her wrists.
âWhoa hey! Take it easy!â He laughed, pushing her arms away. She giggled in return and tried to fight back for a moment before gazing at the young man.
âYouâll stay with me then?â
Roxas locked his eyes with hers and smiled softly before letting her wrists go.
âYeah, Iâll stay⊠everyoneâs gonna be wondering where we are though,â he added, rubbing his neck.
The girl giggled as she shifted closer to Roxasâ side. âWith how crazy things are downstairs, I doubt it.â
And there they stayed.
With just about an hour and a half until midnight, the two spent the night getting lost in conversation, as well as occasionally exchanging glances that made Roxasâ heart skip a beat. He wondered if she felt the same way too, but he thought itâd be a dumb thing to ask.
He peeked over to see her looking at her phone for the time.
11:55 pm.
Even though midnight was finally just around the corner, Roxas didnât want the night to end.
âSo I guess the countdown starts soon, huh?â
âMmhmmâŠâ She remained quiet for a moment, keeping her eyes on her phone before speaking up again.
âI guess that also means Iâll be sharing my New Yearâs kiss with you.â
Roxas froze up.
Kairi looked over to him and laughed, âIâm kidding.â
The blond let out a small, nervous chuckle and looked down to his hands, timidly twiddling his fingers.
âDoesnât sound all too bad,â he shrugged.
Kairi kept her gaze on him, realizing her cheeks suddenly felt warmer than it did moments ago. She briefly looked down at her phone again before shifting around to face Roxas.
âOkay, one little kiss then.â
Roxas curiously watched her for a moment, slightly adjusting himself as well.
âThatâs all it takes to convince you, huh?â
Kairi playfully pouted and suddenly turned away from him.
âNo kiss for you then.â
Why is she such a tease?
And why canât I learn to keep my mouth shut..?
âI didnât mean it like that. I just didnât think youâd actually wanna do that with me.â
Kairi stayed silent for a moment and shrugged, turning back to face Roxas.
âYouâre cute.â
Roxas opened his mouth to say something but the voices downstairs began the countdown to midnight.
He didnât hesitate to wait any longer and leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers.
Though, he pulled away almost immediately, unsure if he should keep it going. Not to mention, the countdown was still not even finished.
âUh⊠should we wait?â Roxas asked timidly.
Kairi smiled softly and gently tugged on his shirt, pulling him towards her to kiss him again.
Before they knew it, it was finally 12 am and the fireworks started going off in the distance. Though, despite having the perfect view to watch the show in front of them, the act of kissing just seemed much nicer at that moment.
And the fact that it was just the two of them aloneâŠ
Roxas pulled away after a few moments to take a breath, as well as just not wanting to get too ahead of himself.
Kairi bit her lip and curiously watched him as she tried to regain her composure. âAre you okay?â
Roxas chuckled to himself and nodded. âYeah, that was⊠wow.â
The red head blushed as she kept her hand on his shirt, quietly watching the fireworks.
âCan you stay with me a bit longer?â she asked quietly, timidly tugging the hem of his shirt.
Roxas wasnât sure what it was but something felt different as he looked at the girl beside him. Almost like a fire ignited in his chest.
âYeah, Iâll stay,â The blond smiled to himself and took her hand, implying to head back inside the room. Once they were back inside, Roxas turned to face her.
âOh yeah, happy new year by the wââ
He was cut off by Kairiâs lips pressing against his, causing him to lose his footing which nearly sent them stumbling to the ground.
Thankful there was a bed in the way.
The auburn haired girl couldnât help but giggle, which made Roxas laugh in return.
Once they composed themselves, Kairi kept her gaze on the blond, who was gazing back at her with a longing stare. She smirked as her eyes briefly trailed to his lips, then back up.
âHappy new year, Roxas.â
#kingdom hearts#roxas#kairi#rokukai#roxiri#fanfiction#fanfic#this was inspired by a state champs song#go listen to state champs#they're neat đ
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Hello! I have a request for you but please take your time there is no rush!
Can you please to Ushiwaka (Tendouâs nickname for him) with a male reader who loves physical touch but in public places get super overwhelmed? Like something i find really cute and something that i find special is when im overwhelmed ill lock pinkies with my partner. Nothing more nothing less just our pinkies. It feels extra special to me because its like you just are pinky promising to stay together forever but you guys are also giving each other physical touch.
Sorry if this is really long! Thank have a good day! :)
Itâs not long at all! Perfect length, if I do say so myself. Thereâs only a couple of requests that are too long for my liking (like the twins + older brother, please donât make requests this length. Please.)
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Chatter and sounds of utensils filled the cafeteria air as Wakatoshi and (Y/N) comfortably sat beside each other. The quiet pair barely chatted, merely basking in each others presence as they occasionally glanced at each other. The comfortable silence broken by none other than TendĆ, Wakatoshiâs school best friend, dropping his poor tray onto the table as he quickly sat down, Semi following suit.
âUshiwaka, (L/N)! Good morning!â The brightly haired fellow basically yelled, a smile on his face as Semi looked semi-dead. Poor man mustâve not gotten enough sleep to deal with TendĆâs shit this early in the morning.
Wakatoshi acknowledged them with a simple âMorning,â while (Y/N) let out an inaudible hum. He loved hanging with friends, but the cafeteria was always his least favorite place. The loud people, buzzing lights, and all around noises were too much for his brain to handle. The only reason he actually shows up is because he needs food, and Wakatoshi, who also needs food. Heâd only been in there for close to twenty minutes and his brain was already feeling foggy. It was beginning to be too much.
(Y/N) listened to three different conversations; some girl talking about a bad break up, a group of friends talking about what to do for the upcoming weekend, something about murder, which is probably about a video game. Probably. The clashing sounds of lights and chatter were getting to his head, no longer able to listen to TendĆâs hyper-fixation ramble on his newest manga series. His breathing quickened, chest feeling cold as his head slightly twitched every which way.
Wakatoshi glanced over at (Y/N), noticing the spaced out look on his face and his subtle twitching. He linked their pinkies with a squeeze, a subtle question wondering if (Y/N) was fine. He quickly settled his gaze back onto his tray. He felt (Y/N) squeeze a couple times; a special thing they did together instead of saying words was tapping or squeezing whatever they held of the other. One for no, two for yes, and three for âI love youâ. It was perfect communication between two non-sociable human beings.
(Y/N) felt better, knowing someone he trusts is with him. His chest felt warm as he thought about how much Wakatoshi cares about him. (Y/N) could make it to the end with him.
Wakatoshi finished his tray as well as (Y/N), deciding it was time to head back to their dorms and away from people. The two stood, waving goodbye at TendĆ and Semi, and placed their trays in the respective area before they made their way back to whoeverâs dorm popped up first, pinkies intertwined once again.
The walk was quiet, neither really speaking as they walked through the long hallway filled with different doors. Wakatoshiâs door eventually came up. The two settled inside, the morning sun dimly lighting up the room through Wakatoshiâs curtains. As soon as the door closed (Y/N) wrapped his arms around Wakatoshi, chest to back. His cheek coddled into Wakatoshi, instantly feeling better as Wakatoshi held his hands. The two didnât talk as they embraced, gentle smiles on both of their faces as they relaxed into each others, and only each others, presence.
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Bet you dont even remember making this request lmao
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Let me save you pt. VI
Juice Ortiz x female
Word count: 6.7k
Warnings: blood, bad language, violence, mentions of sex(?), angst
A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for such a long break, I had this in my drafts for some time, but couldn't get myself to post it, but I'm back now and I'll try to be more consistent đ«¶đ»
Walking to the kitchen alone in the morning was a really bad decision. The place was a complete mess and so many things I never wanted to see flashed before my eyes. Passing a few people I really wanted to stop and make sure theyâre still alive, but gladly I just walked pass by the disgusting scene, making sure I wonât put my foot in anything on the floor, either people or weird, unrecognized substances. Too early to eat anything as always I just poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down by the kitchen table, praying no one walks in. I havenât talked with anybody besides Juice about yesterdays situation and I wasnât sure if they approved what I did. Gemma is probably proud. Looking at the shelves filled with instant food packages I realized I used to do much worse things. Yeah, but you were home. Your place. Itâs not my place anymore, but it was back then. I donât think I have my place now, but itâs definitely not here. Showing up at night looking like I was hit by a truck and then showing some attitude to a girl whoâs from here was probably not the best option. Was it? I locked my eyes on a canned chicken soup and my stomach turned upside down. Thatâs disgusting.Â
- Hey - I flinched when Bobby pulled me out of my thoughtsÂ
- Youâre up early.
Itâs not early, but looking at how many people were still passed out it was surprising to see someone alive.
- Decided to give my liver a rest yesterday - he replied calmly pouring himself a cup of fresh coffee and sitting next to me - What about you?Â
- My liver deserved a rest years ago, Iâm too old for that kind of parties - I said jokingly to keep the conversation as far from the shattered glasses as I couldÂ
- I donât know how he did that, but Chibs told us youâre not letting things like that slide easily.Â
Shit, my brilliant plan didnât work.
- Look, I donât want to sound like a toddler, but she started. Iâm not here to cause any drama.
- Actually - he looked down trying to hide his smile - Iâm sure some people there were glad somebody finally did that.Â
- What do you mean? - he tried to lock his eyes with mine but I kept looking at the chicken soup in the cornerÂ
- See, Ima is the CaraCara girl. Not many are fond of her, but sheâs making good money with Layla, and thereâs actually no reason to get rid of her, a pornstar being annoying and slutty is not that much of a deal when you think about it. I work at the studio as an accountant so I spend quite a lot of time with the girls, maybe I donât know them that well, but you knowâŠ
- Deep inside sheâs just a lost, lovely girl? - I asked with a little sarcasm when I saw him struggling to finish the sentence, but he bursted out laughingÂ
- No, sheâs really just an annoying slut, I donât know where I was going there.
I finally left the soup and looked at him laughing, felt a smile forming on my face.
- Just donât blame yourself, you sat here looking like you had a moral hangover.
- I donât actually blame myself, but feels like I needed someone else to say that, thanks Bobby.
He replied with a warm smile.Â
- I should go and finish the party for good now, see you later.
I sat there for a minute after he left. Itâs kinda sad people approach me when Iâm just sitting alone, my resting face must be extremely depressed. I slowly got up from the chair and dragged my feet back to the bedroom. When I walked into the room Juice just got out of the bathroom. I looked at the single cup of coffee in my hand. Lovely.Â
- And thatâs⊠for you - I smiled and handed him the cup which he accepted with his hand still wet from the shower
- Oh wow, so lovely, you went there just to get me a coffee and didnât even think about yourself? - he took a sip and handed me the cup back with a smileÂ
- Iâm sorry, I donât know why I did that.Â
He would bring me a coffee.Â
- Who were you talking to? - he asked calmly but I felt shivers anyway
- No one.Â
Why would I lie? Whatâs the point? He turned back to me and laughed politely to ensure me heâs not mad, but curious.Â
- You were sitting there for so long alone? Come on, I just want to know if youâre getting along with anybody - he still smiled softly putting on his shirtÂ
- Oh, excuse me? - I laughed forgetting about how uncomfortable I just was - I was talking with Bobby, but just so you know, I get along with a lot of people here. Like Lyla, sheâs great. And Chibs. And Tig. Oh, and Opie, yeah, Opieâs cool. And⊠And Chucky!Â
- Okay, alright - he wrapped his arms around me to stop me from thinking of more names - Iâm glad youâre feeling good here.Â
- Yeah, about feeling good, itâs great here, but can we go home?Â
- Sure - he said not letting me go
- I believe you have to let me go so I can grab my stuff and get in the car.Â
- Oh Christ, sorry I was even touching you princess. Want me to carry you so your shoes donât get too dirty? - he responded handing me my bagÂ
How is he smiling all the time? Thatâs probably the thing I love about him the most, but thatâs also something to think about. On our way to the car we stopped at the bar. Bobby sitting on the stool with his face hidden in his hands was looking pretty pathetic. But not so pathetic as all the people still lying in different, sometimes weird places.Â
- How was your finishing the party? - I asked putting my hand on his shoulder, he patted it lightlyÂ
- Just as you can see. You know what? - he looked at our bags - Iâm going home too, Clay should handle this, Iâm not responsible for other charters, am I?Â
- You should go - Juice said firmly, exactly as he needed, Bobby immediately got up and walked us to the carÂ
- I believe todays vote will be postponed for tomorrow - he said before Juice sat behind the wheel - use your day off well.
Looking at me he smiled once again and next seconds Juice was starting the engine.Â
- Gross - I said jokinglyÂ
- What do you mean?Â
- That thing about your âday offâ. Use it well. On me? Come on.Â
- Thatâs not what he meant - he sounded serious, but a smile was still fully visible on his faceÂ
- Then what did he mean?Â
- He definitely meant my bike, I should work on it - he now laughed out loud - by the way, you saw it?Â
I moved my head and looked out through the window.Â
- Saw what?Â
- My bike.Â
- Yeah, I see it pretty much everyday, itâs hard to not see it when you live with a biker. Itâs nice, even lovely Iâd say.Â
- I donât mean that one.Â
I kept looking through the window acting like I donât know about the other one hidden in the garage. He shouldnât be mad, I definitely didnât break anything, but maybe he doesnât know Iâve touched it, why should I tell him myself?Â
- You have more than one bike? Thatâs so cool - I smiled to myself and felt him staring at the back of my headÂ
- Y/n, you know I wonât be mad.Â
- Mad? About what? - I realized he can see my face in the reflection on the glass so I immediately stopped smiling and looked at him.Â
- Just wanted to tell that you did well - he smiled at my reaction - mustâve taken you a few hours, huh?Â
- Iâm sorry, but itâs pretty boring to be alone and not at home, I was looking for anything to do. And when did you even have time to see that Iâve touched it? I left all the tools exactly where they were before, you have like a dairy or what? - I laughed and realized we were pulling into the drivewayÂ
- Sometimes when I canât sleep and think too much I go there trying to relax, so you donât know I did that probably because you were sleeping.Â
- You know - I stopped because he rushed to open the door for me right after he parked - you know you can talk to me? Iâm probably better at that stuff than your secret bike.Â
- Iâm not schizophrenic or anything, I do all the talking in my head so it wonât be weird.Â
I just gave him a meaningful look and followed him inside.Â
- Iâm worried about tomorrow - I said after settling on the couchÂ
- Whatâs tomorrow? Your first day at work? - my blank stare mustâve said everything because he continued without my answer - Why? You did all that nursing stuff before, didnât you?Â
- No, Iâve actually never done that, thatâs why they hired me. Whatâs wrong with you today? - I took a sip of my tea waiting for his response wondering if Iâm not too harsh, but he laughed as softly as alwaysÂ
- I think Iâm just tired.Â
- Tired of bitches hitting up on you all night?Â
- Alright, from what I can remember there was only one bitch hitting up on me yesterday.Â
- And I really hope you mean Ima - I laughedÂ
I was pretty shocked I got over it so fast and didnât overthink what happened last night.Â
- Well, you definitely donât need to beg me for attention so I definitely didnât mean you.Â
Is this about the âI love youâ thing? I really donât want to talk about this now.Â
- Good to hear that - I smiled and run to another topic immediately - so do we have a free evening today or you want to go check in at the club?Â
- Remember what Bobby said? - he asked playfullyÂ
- Oh come on, Iâm serious now.
- Yeah, me too. How about a movie night?Â
- How about a walk?Â
Looking at his face I could see my question put him off guard.Â
- What? - I laughed at the silenceÂ
- Where do you want to go? - his tone became more firm and calm
- I donât know, arenât there any parks here? - I laughed and grabbed his thigh gently - Juice, if you donât want to we donât have to do that, I just asked. But Iâd still like to know whatâs so terrible about walks.Â
I tried to stop smiling but the fact that he looked terrified by the idea of taking a walk was pretty hilarious.Â
- No, Iâm sorry, of course we can go for a walk, itâs just that I prefer spending my free time at home - he smoothed out the pillow not even looking at me
- Are you really afraid something might happen? - I asked moving other pillows out of his reach when he tried to grab another oneÂ
- l just, you know - I donât, keep talking - well, many people know me here - he finally got the courage to look at me and his sad puppy eyes literally made me want to cryÂ
- Iâm sorry, but whatâs wrong with people knowing who you are? - I truly didnât understand what he meant and asking was the best option since I wasnât scared of being embarrassed anymoreÂ
- Iâm sorry, I just want you to be safe and I know that there are only two places I can be sure about you not getting hurt, here and at the clubhouse. I know it sounds out of line, but some people want to hurt us and they know their best ways to do that.Â
-So the best way to hurt you would be hurting me, huh? - I tried to comfort him and did the literal opposite, but still got a little smile from himÂ
-I know how it sounds, really. Especially when I told you Iâm just a member of a club, but-Â
-Yeah, I know itâs not just a club, Iâm not that stupid - this time comforting him went a little better and he finally took his hand off the perfectly flattened pillow to grab my handÂ
-Youâre really important to me, and however unrealistic this sounds, I need to protect you at all costs right now. Itâs not always going to be like that, but we got ourselves into some trouble lately.Â
-Is it about the drugs? The club trying to leave is just not going as Jax planned?Â
Maybe I shouldnât say that, but on the other hand it might help him to open and talk to me. I already knew more than he thought, why wouldnât he just talk to me about it now? The silence between us was pretty loud and his concerned face made me want to laugh, but I tried to keep a straight face to show him Iâm serious.Â
-What do you mean âthe drugsâ?Â
-Oh come on, you really want to play that game? - his question annoyed me a little, even tho I did the same thing all the timeÂ
-How do you even know about that? - he wasnât angry, more stressed and worried, his hands landing on the pillow againÂ
-Okay, are you going to answer my question or we donât have anything to talk about?Â
-Yes, itâs about drugs. Leaving the business isnât as easy as we thought, and Clay is not cooperating with Jax. Except this whole shit with drugs we have a lot going on inside our charter. It looks like nothing is going to be better unless these two work their shit out, and I donât think itâs going to happen anytime soon - he opened even a little more than I expected, but I was so glad he finally did that - thatâs why Iâm worried about you and about what might happen.
-Thank you for being honest with me, I really appreciate that - I gently took the pillow from him and replaced it with my hands - I know you canât talk a lot about the club stuff, but you can still talk about your feelings, thatâs not pathetic, I cried in front of you so many times, come on.
I tried to lighten him up and believed it worked, since he gave me a bright smile.Â
-Okay, Iâll try, but for now is it enough? - he chuckledÂ
-Well, I accept that, but Iâll demand more honesty in the future if you want to spend it with me.Â
I looked down, his hands, always steady, now shaking a little, not matching his cheerful smile. His eyes dark, I could even say full of joy. Hiding his emotions started getting harder, or maybe I was better at reading it.Â
-You have no idea how much I want that - he smiled so adorably I almost fell for it, but another look at his hands worried me againÂ
Using how close we were to each other I sat on his laps and let him hide his face in my neck. His hands immediately started wandering around my back and when they found the spot he pulled me closer. I tried to sink in the moment, when he suddenly threw me off his knees, my back landing on the soft couch I was trapped by his body. It was so gentle, yet so fast that I froze under him.Â
-The fuck was that? - I asked completely confusedÂ
-I just wanted to see your reaction, but that little scream was so cute - wide smile wasnât leaving his face, he looked amused by my consternation - are you ticklish?Â
-Juan, donât try that, get off me - I said firmly trying not to laugh
-I promise Iâll start talking about my feelings, I just need some time - he said not movingÂ
-Okay, okay, I trust you but let me go - I was now laughing with himÂ
He slowly got up letting me do the same thing. I got closer to his face, putting my hands around his neck and just looked him in the eyes. Juice immediately shortened the distance by kissing me, licking my lip I opened my mouth to let him in when the doorbell interrupted us. He slowly pulled back and rested his forehead on mine and I just started laughing. Like a damn movie.Â
-Stay here - he got up and dragged his feet towards the door unlocking it slowlyÂ
-Hey Juicy - I heard Chibs so I made my way to the door, not wanting him to take my boyfriend away from me againÂ
My who?Â
-Hi Chibs, perfect timing, whatâs up?Â
-The voteâs tomorrow at 6 - he smiled softly to greet meÂ
-And thatâs why you came all the way here? - I asked amused by Juiceâs reactionÂ
-Well, maybe if heâd pick up his damn phone I wouldnât have to do that - he stepped through the door and closed it - that vote might take a little longer, I talked to the guys from north and they are not giving up so easily, just so you know - he gave Juice a serious look - am I interrupting you?Â
-No, we were just going to my old place to get some stuff, since you have so much free time you can come with us to help - I smiled at him and then saw Juiceâs face - we talked about it yesterdayâŠÂ
-Oh yeah, we did, Iâm sorry - he brightened up immediatelyÂ
-Actually I donât have anything better to do, you want me to call Tig?Â
-That would be nice - I said before Juice even opened his mouth - Juice, you have any empty boxes in your garage?Â
-Yeah, there are some.Â
-So Iâll call Tiggy and you kids go find some boxes so we can go - Chibs smiled at us once again and went through the doorÂ
-Juice - I said with a straight face - did you mute your phone to âuse your time wellâ with me? - I tried not to smileÂ
-Of course not - he laughed and started walking towards the garage - I mustâve did that by accident.
-Youâre a bad liar, really.Â
-I think thatâs good - he pinned me to the wall and kissed me softly - will we finish that later?Â
-Oh god, stop - I laughed and walked under his hand to free myself - letâs get the boxes, how many do you have?Â
-And how many do you want? You have much stuff there? - he started going through the empty boxes and throwing the bigger ones in my directionÂ
-Well, should I get all of it? Will you get me a place when I can store them? - I asked while folding the boxes and putting them asideÂ
-Canât you just unpack here? Why would you keep your things in the boxes?Â
I kept my eyes on the flatted pile I just made.Â
-You want me to stay here for good? I know you for like a month, I canât just move in.Â
-So youâre just living here temporarily, huh? - he also wasnât looking at me but I saw him smilingÂ
-Well, if thatâs what you mean then I can tell you I was looking for some houses for sale here.Â
He threw a last one at me and came closer.Â
-I mean that I want you to feel like at home here. You donât have to move out, I have plenty of free space, thereâs even a free bedroom upstairs if you donât want to share the bed anymore.Â
-Donât you think itâs a little bit early to live together? Weâre not even a couple or anything - I tried not to look at him but he made it impossible
-Arenât we? - he took the boxes I just folded and went outside - I want you to stay here - he yelled while putting them in the trunkÂ
-Tig will wait at the clubhouse for us, I believe you want to switch the car for a bigger one if weâre taking all of your shit here - Chibs said when I met them at the drivewayÂ
-Yeah, sure - I sat on the passenger sit and waited for Juice to join meÂ
We drove to Lodi in silence, but I saw him looking at me from time to time, smile not leaving his face. I was really happy about what he said, but didnât want to show him that i really care about that. Acting casual wasnât my best skill, but I both didnât want to scare him or just ruin what we already had, so I chose to ignore my feelings for now. When we pulled up Juice parked the truck right in front of the door and guys left their bikes a little closer to the street. When we entered the building my hands were empty, nobody let me carry anything so I just led them upstairs and unlocked the door.Â
-So thereâs no elevator here, huh? - Tig asked when i was fighting with my shaky hands to put the key inÂ
-Yeah, youâll have to carry all the boxes alone, or you can let me help you - I said opening the door and letting them inÂ
-Youâre not carrying anything, just focus on the packing - Chibs said letting me go in front of him - stop whining Tiggy.Â
But I wasnât listening to him, what I saw made me freeze where I was standing. Shouldâve cleaned that up before leaving. Blood drops on the floor, marking the paths where I was walking before I cleaned myself up. Bloody tissues on the table and now also on the floor, bathroom sink still covered in blood, perfectly visible since I left the door open.Â
-Thatâs quite a lot of blood for such a small person - Tig said and put the boxes down - but weâve seen worse, donât worry, where should we start?Â
Weâve seen worse? Thatâs it? Wow.Â
-You can get all the stuff from here and the kitchen, Iâll go get the bathroom and bedroom - I said and quietly left with a few boxes in my handsÂ
I never liked packing, but today it was different. I never wanted to see that apartment again, it was so nice and I loved it with all my heart, but now it was hard to feel safe here. Glad that nobody interrupted me I just focused on packing when I heard someone knocking on the door. I went to check whatâs going on, but seeing the three of them froze, just staring at the door made me laugh.Â
-Are we expecting any guests? - Chibs asked when I entered the roomÂ
-Why donât you just check who that is? - I said a little bit more annoyed than I meant to
I walked toward the door and saw all of them reaching their belts, pretty sure what they had there.Â
-Thatâs fucking pathetic - I said looking at their reaction and slowly opened the doorÂ
-I thought youâre not going to open, like youâre mad that I just left you, oh wait, you canât be mad, because youâre the one who left me - Nat laughed and walked pass me not waiting for an invitation to come inside - oh hello gentleman - she put her bag on the table
-Guys, thatâs Nat, Nat this is Tig and Chibs, I think you remember Juice - I smiled looking at their reactionÂ
-Of course I remember, hi everyone - she started going through her bag looking for somethingÂ
-Tig, donât even try - I said when I saw him walking her way - youâre all being rude right now - I laughed when they just kept looking at her not saying anything and got a quiet âhi Natâ from all three as a responseÂ
-But sheâs not going to kill us, right? - Chibs joked looking around at the bloody mess - sheâs not the one I guess?Â
-Sadly I left all my white weapons at home, so you have advantage over me - she moved her head up and looked at his belt - oh I found it, youâre going for a smoke? - she put her lighter in the pocket and looked at meÂ
-Sure - I responded quickly and followed her to the balcony - how did you even know Iâm here? Youâre stalking me or what? - I laughed as soon as the door closed behind usÂ
-I was just walking by and saw two bikes in front of the building, who else could it be? - she sat on the bench and kept looking at me with her weird, cute smileÂ
-Why are you looking at me like that? - I laughed - itâs been a week, not like Iâve abandoned you or anythingÂ
-Are you okay? Iâm sorry, but your explanations over texts werenât really convincing - she patted the spot besides herÂ
-I had some mess to clean up lately - I said sitting downÂ
-Yeah, pretty cute mess - she looked through the window at guys packing my stuff - you live with them?Â
-They donât live together - I laughed loudly at her question - Iâm staying at Juiceâs for now, Iâm not sure what to do next.Â
-He rescued you and let you move in after knowing you for a month? What a hero - I knew it was not fully sarcastic, even tho she tried to sound like it - he loves you or what?Â
-He actually told me he does - I responded not looking at herÂ
-Are you shitting me right now? You love him too? Girl what happened to your independent, 'I donât need any man', lifestyle. I thought youâre just going to fuck him - she shook her head in fake disbelief trying not to laughÂ
-I actually donât know, I didnât say anything.Â
-Okay, you really have to be kidding me - she laughed nowÂ
-Oh shut up, do you want to help me pack since youâre here?Â
About an hour later a stack of heavy boxes filled with all my stuff was standing near the door. Tig and Chibs went to the bus to pack the first ones and I sat on the couch to clear things out with Nat.Â
-Youâre not mad at me, are you? - I asked watching as Juice went to the kitchen and leaned back on the counterÂ
-Why would I be? - she laughed - because you left me in this shitty town with my shitty job? Come on y/n, I always cheered you up, Iâm really glad you got the job you wanted so bad.Â
-The job is one thing, it I still moved away not even telling you straight away, I feel kinda bad about it - and what I said was honest, I knew it was my life and I was the only person who should decide about it, but the demons from my past or whatever weâre still chasing me and I felt like I needed permission for everythingÂ
-Sweetheart - she looked at me with her lovely eyes, and leaned in to make sure I can hear every word she says - are you fucking kidding me? Itâs your life and you have to be god damn happy, donât worry about other people so much, weâve already been there and I thought you understood itâs a bad idea.
We both laughed and I picked my bag from the floor when the guys came back upstairs.Â
-Okay, letâs go - I grabbed a box and headed to the doorÂ
-I donât think so - Chibs took it from me and placed it back down on the floor - ten minutes and everything should be handled, you should spare your wrists.
Nat joined me and watched all the of them carrying the boxes downstairs.
-Whatâs your schedule next weekend? - I asked when they disappeared behind the last wall
-Not sure yet, why? Want me to come visit your big town? - she laughed and threw her bag over her shoulderÂ
-Yeah, you should come by, Iâll probably be alone for a while - she smiled at me and slowly walked through the door
-Weâll keep in touch - she blowed me a kiss - bye, love ya.
-When are you planning to start unpacking? - Juice was leaning on the kitchen counter and looking at the boxes besides the door
I walked up to the fridge and got myself a beer.
-Are they bothering you so much? - I stood next to him looking in the same directionÂ
-I mean, not really, just wondering - he took a sip from his bottleÂ
-Oh, youâre such a pedant - I smiled at him - I wanted to at least start today, but I donât think I have enough energy for that, Iâm sorry. This work thing is kind of stressing me out, like itâs my first day ever. I just want it to be over, then Iâll take care of other stuff, is that okay?
-Of course itâs okay - he looked at me as softly as always, I wondered what would I have to do to make him mad - Iâll help you whenever youâre ready.
I didnât have a chance to answer, because his phone drown my quiet âthanksâ out. After his short answers I could immediately recognize it was a call from the club. What else could it be? I was expecting that.
-I need you to come with me - he said firmly while putting his cell back in the pocketÂ
-I can stay alone Juice, weâve talked about it. Iâll be fine.Â
-No - he looked serious and worried at the same time - They need you at the clubhouse.
I wasnât expecting that.
-Why? What happened? - I asked when he nervously started looking for the car keys
-Couldnât tell me on the phone - he answered calmly, still not looking at me - so probably thereâs someone to patch up.
-Okay - I said without hesitation and he finally looked at me
-You donât have to get involved in the club shit, thatâs my shit and I can get you out of it if you want. Just this one time if there really isnât anyone else to help, weâll figure this out, okay?
-Juice - now I was smiling softly - Iâm fine with that, really. Our shit now.
We hurried through the door and it was surprisingly quiet inside, but everyone got up from their seats when we walked through the door.Â
-Kozik got hit, Taraâs out of town and we need someone to take care of him. Her bag is already there, just come with me - Jax grabbed my arm and pulled me slightly so | would follow him
I entered the chapel and heard multiple footsteps following me, but I couldnât focus on that. A blonde man was laying on the massive wooden table. His bare chest was covered in blood, a hole in his upper arm made it pretty clear that he was shot. I froze, not at the fact that a man with probably a bullet in his body was casually laying on the table, a prospect next to him trying to stop the bleeding, but because I was the one to help him. I havenât done anything like that in some time, had no idea where to start I started panicking quietly.Â
-Tell us how to help - Chips nudged me softly but firmlyÂ
-Did it went through? - I asked filled with fake hopeÂ
-Did it what? - the prospect holding a soaked cloth looked at me like I was a ghostÂ
-How many holes are there? - I smiled sarcastically - Is the bullet still inside or did it went through? Let me see.Â
Chibs helped raising Kozikâs arm up and of course the bullet was still insideÂ
-Iâm not a damn neuro or ortho to deal with such stuff smoothly - I said looking through Taraâs bag and trying to focus.
-You donât have to get him perfectly fine, we can cut that arm off if youâll say thatâs the best option.
-Shut up Tig, thatâs not funny anymore - said Jax
I looked up and saw him sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, sipping on his beer like nothing was happening.
I came back to the table and took a closer look at the wound.Â
-Itâs not deep, you have to hold him still and Iâll take the bullet out - I wasnât sure how to do that, I had to deal with worse things in the past, but every memory of it just vanished at instant - Iâll count to three.
The faster the better. I saw a bloody mess before digging my fingers into the hole. It was gross even through the gloves, I thought I can feel my legs shaking. Trying not to make more damage I wanted to focus but the screams made it impossible and I couldnât find the right angle to take a grip on the bullet.Â
-Shut him the fuck up - I said calmly concentrating on where my fingers were going and suddenly I looked at my hand, hovered in blood, holding a shiny piece of metal
Glad that the worst part was already over I started to put stitches on, kinda surprised the bleeding almost stopped.Â
-I donât think any arteries were damaged, he should be fine soon - I said to Jax who was sitting on a stool next to mineÂ
-I really appreciate you came to help us, thank you - he said sadly, eyes locked on the countertop in front of him
-Youâve helped me enough, thatâs the least I can do. If you ever need me again, donât hesitate, Iâll gladly do it again - I said knowing it was bullshit, but he smiled slightly - I really have to go now, but I can check in tomorrow after work if you want me to.Â
-That would be great, thank you - he said and I left to find Juice - Are you coming with me? - I said when our eyes metÂ
-Of course, letâs go -Â his eyes not as bright as always, smile almost fully fainted and I instantly knew he was just disappointed with me
Tara wouldâve done it better, of course, but sheâs not here. Iâm not even a doctor, and heâs alive so overall I didnât do such a bad job. I rested my head on the cold window as I sat down in the passengers seat. The sky was beautifully clear, you could count all the stars, a perfect night for a walk, but surely I should forget about that. I closed my eyes and waited for the car to stop so I could just go to bed and burry myself under the covers. When we pulled up I took my purse from the back seat and grabbed the door handle, but Juice was faster as always. He opened the door for me and gave me his gentle hand along with a polite smile. I rushed ahead of him and quickly changed into my pajamas before crawling into bed, but it wasnât long before he joined me, putting his hand on m hip and kissing my shoulder. We laid in silence for what felt like hours and I couldnt get myself to sleep, move or even talk. I was completely frozen wandering what he was thinking about.
-Iâm sorry - was all I mumbled after getting enough courage to open my mouth
-Youâre not asleep? - he stopped rubbing my arm and sounded pretty shockedÂ
-I really am, I know I shouldâve done better, but I was just scared. I donât know why, itâs not the circumstances, I just felt like I never did that before and it is fucking scary looking at the fact that im supposed to do such stuff everyday starting tomorrow. I think Iâve lost my damn spark, or whatever it was, I should just stayed behind the bar and do what I was good at. I donât want that job anymore, I donât want to do that and Iâm scarred Iâll fuck someone's life soon, thatâs clearly not for me.Â
He didnât interrupt my monologue, just grabbed my shoulder and rolled me over so that I was facing him. Is he really fucking smiling right now?
-I know it sounds pathetic and I donât just feel sorry for myself, I think I-
He interrupted me this time with a soft chuckle followed by a clearly sad face.
-I should apologize to you, I promised to keep my life away from you, but I didnât really have a choice there. But you did great y/n, I donât know what youâre talking about.
-My hands were shaking - I said seriouslyÂ
-Have you ever taken a bullet out of a strangerâs arm? In a motorcycle clubhouse? Surrounded by a dozen of other bikers? - he smiled, but I knew it wasnât honest
-No, but thatâs not the point Juice - I heard my voice trembling, not aware of being at the edge of crying
-Oh donât do that to me, I hate when you cry, especially when it's because of me, I promised not to do that anymore, remember? - his smile seemed more confident now and I almost fell for itÂ
-Itâs not because of you, I donât want to do that anymore.
-Then donât - he said calmly looking me in the eyes
-What do you mean, âdonâtâ?
-Well, just donât work, be a house wife and let me support you - he got a quiet laugh from me
-Iâm sorry Iâm such a whiner sometimes.
-Iâm sorry I got you into that - he looked at the clock - you should go to sleep now, itâs late.
I didnât want to know what time it is and I was glad he stayed quiet, knowing how little sleep Iâll get before my first day wasnât a good idea. I snuggled into his chest feeling relaxed and safe, as I shouldâve from the beginning. Next time just talk to him, burying your emotions wonât help.
-Thank you, goodnight.
-Goodnight, I love you.Â
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Good morning my love, I have another agere prompt for you!
Idea: Nat x R. So, the day had been going pretty smoothly until it hit mid day. Nat and r had been sparring in one of the training rooms. Nat had been showing R some new moves to help her better defend herself from others. A group of new recruits to the Avengers compound had been walking through the training room when it happened. In the far right corner of the room sat Nat and R's stuff. Next to a bag and a water bottle sat R's stuffy, Emer. A passing recruit saw the stuffie and picked it up, laughing to his friends. They joked about how dumb someone had to be to have a stuffed animal with them. Hearing this, nat and r turned to see them and r's eyes went wide. They were throw and pulling on Emer. R ran over to them and tried to get Emer back but they kept taunting her, calling her a baby and how weak she is. Of course nat came over and took out the main bully and handed Emer back to r. As soon as r had Emer she took off to her and Nats rooms. Once inside, r let out all her emotions, sadness, anger, confusion and her overwhelming need to regress. Just as nat came she saw and heard her little one crying on the couch holding Emer to her chest. Now nat goes full protective and cg mode. Coming over and soothing r, giving her a big hug, whipping her tears away and comforting her. They spend hours together as one, sometimes playing with Emer and R's other stuffies, or colors and watching her little ones favorite cartoon while munching on some candy necklaces. Nat just takes care of r, making sure she is okay, is loved and feels secure. At the end, nat and r fall asleep with nat holding r and Emer in her arms.
I hope this makes sense, love. And I know you'll do wonderfully writing this fic, I have full faith in you đ
My Baby| Agere
*Authors note~ another Nat Agere đ„șđ„č I can't help myself these days and a big thank you to everyone who's been supporting me these past 3 weeks with my accident and all the hate. It's for you guys a different type of fic is coming can anyone guess what kind?*
Trigger warnings ~ Agere regression r bullying?
Prompt~ see ask^^^^
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Life at the compound was hectic to say the least, your mornings filled with training and meetings so over lunch was really the first time you could actually sit down and talk to your girlfriend since your good mornings. With some food and a dose of Natasha's smile you truly felt ready to take on the world again, despite the niggly pain in your head. Hand in hand with your girlfriend you made your way to the training room where you had your first kiss. Intent of teaching you some more moves that could help you protect yourself better on the next mission. Truly any reason to spar with you she took happily.
You placed your water bottle and special bag down next to Natasha's stuff in the right corner of the room before entering the middle of the mats. "Ready Natty?" You teased rather cockily causing Natasha to smirk, "to beat your ass each time ĐŒĐ°Đ»ŃŃ? (Baby) I'd never miss a chance to pin you to the ground ĐŽĐŸŃĐŸĐłĐŸĐč" (my darling) "Natty" you whined, she knows how much her Russian accent turns you on and it was the best way to distract you enough. The distraction allowing her to preform her signature move and skill fully have you pinned to the ground and absolutely speechless. This happened time after time again, truly you didn't mind, but your defence was actually getting stronger with each attempt.
This one particular attempt you were so distracted by her thighs locked around your head, trapping your body to the ground with her body sending you into flashbacks of your bedroom activities last night. So distracted by one another you both failed to notice the new recruits coming through the room to enter the other training rooms, much like how Wanda did the day of your first kiss.
The loud roaring of laughter caused you both to break from the haze full of desire. You both turned to face the direction of the noise. Clearly, someone thought they were the funny one of the group. What you didn't realise is your beloved stuffy Emer was being useful make the joke that everyone was finding so funny. You caught sight of your bear dangling in the air as one of the taller recruits were dangling him upside down by his leg. "Can't believe one of the avengers are so dumb they have to carry around this babyish bear, and look how ratty it is ? I bet it's Wanda" one sniggered and another chirped up, "Maybe it's that freak Y/n, how did she even get to be an avenger?" The worst comment was, "perhaps the widow pulled strings, but she deserves a real man, not a freak like Y/n. I'm a real enough man for her, would love her on her knees sucking my big-"
You gasped in shock at the words cutting off his final word. Instantly, Natasha could tell the abuse has triggered you slipping which meant your reactions were definitely more unhinged than normal, all you saw was them hurting your beloved bear. Charging over to the group of recruits you immediately began trying to rescue Emer as they tossed him between themselves spewing horrid words at the same time. You almost looked like a small child trying desperately to win a game of piggy in the middle. There words going round in your mind but needing to get Emer back safe ultimately won out over their insults, "weak", "baby" and the worst "freak of nature" were repeated until suddenly it all stopped. Emer fell to the floor and you scurried to scoop him to your chest as silent tears trailed down your cheeks.
A quick glance at your lover, you saw her taking down each and everyone of the new recruits hardly breaking a sweat, so you knew that you were safe to run to your safe heaven. Yours and Natasha's bedroom. Entering the room you ran to the sofa and cuddled Emer to your chest as you sobbed. For all the mean words, the actions and the fact you weren't strong enough. That's all you could do is cry it out until you felt like you were running out of air. All the sadness, anger, confusion and the overwhelming need to slip further into little headspace than ever before.
Natasha came back to find you in such a state, immediately adopting the caregiver persona, your mama always knew just how to help and what you needed her to do. She scooped you up into her strong embrace, whispering words of love and reassurance with combing through your hair with her fingers in a comforting manner. From then on she helped you take Emer to the bear hospital, where you both fixed him up like doctors would, your other stuffies were the other patients and even had bandages or needed to have their temperature taken. Your reward was a Candy bracelet that you could munch on as you basket in the safety of her strong embrace. You and Emer fell asleep with Natasha's arms wrapped around you making sure you felt loved and protected.
Word count~ 1257
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| I feel danger on your lips but it tastes good |
â pairing : Mingyu x Wonwoo â content warnings : fluff, smut, vampire au, mingyu feeds from wonwoo â word count : 4.976 â summary : «donât venture so far from your room at night,» Mingyu spoke with an alluring smile, «youâll never know what lurks in the dark.»
â notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! Iâm reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome đ
The flames seemed to be alive, burning so bright that it seemed like the sun was rising extremely early that day; the orphanage was completely engulfed by a fire that sadly, no one managed to extinguish before noon.
Wonwoo woke up with a startle, breathing heavily as he did that same night years ago, as he did what he could to help saving few of the children still trapped in the building.
"Well, good morningâ, he thought, as he reached for his glasses on the nightstand, and eventually decided to get up and get ready for the day. Wonwoo was twenty-two now, and he resigned himself that he wouldnât be as lucky as the other adopted children; however, his life seemed to had taken a decisive turn since the day he started working at the very expensive mansion where a very young Count Kim Mingyu was living.
That morning, Wonwoo had had waited for few minutes before the heavy front door of the mansion moved, and few seconds later a woman was peeking her head from behind it.
«Hello,» Wonwoo greeted with the hint of a curt bow, «Iâm here for the-»
«The butler position!» the woman excitedly interrupted him, now almost standing in front of him; Wonwoo nodded, and she answered with a gentle smile, fidgeting her hands in the white apron falling from her waist.
«Iâm Ljudmila, the head maid.» she offered, making enough space for Wonwoo to get inside the mansion. He briefly introduced himself, and when she told him that she would explain his duties so that he could start the following day, he questioned whether someone else had applied for the position.
«No,» Ljudmila shook her head, not looking at him; her frown seemed to deepen, and with it â Wonwoo noticed, so did the wrinkles on her forehead and around her eyes. «I believe you didnât hear about rumours on your way here, or anything suspicious?» Wonwoo shook his head, and the frown disappeared from Ljudmilaâs features.
«You can walk into every room in this castle, except of course for the ones you will find locked. The Masterâs room are in the east wing of the mansion, but you donât need to meet him for the time being.» Ljudmilaâs voice was authoritative yet kind â it was obvious that she had been doing this for many years as she explained in details what would have been Wonwooâs duties at the mansion; needless to say, he was so happy to hear that he would have his personal room that he almost forgot to listen to the rest.
Ljudmila, however, quickly noticed that Wonwoo rarely spoke and brushed it off thinking that he must have been very reserved, something quickly denied from the letters that accompanied him. Apparently the poor boy was one of the youngsters living in the orphanage that caught fire few years earlier.
The days went by quite slowly and monotonously, something that Wonwoo definitely didnât dislike. Most importantly, Ljudmila must have said something to the other maids because â despite everyone being friendly to him, no one actually pushed too much for a conversation. Needless to say, Wonwoo was incredibly thankful to Ljudmila.
Among the things Wonwoo definitely wasnât going to forget was his second day on the job, since everyone was almost incredulous about him being still alive, for whatever reason.
«Good heavens!» the cook had welcomed him in the kitchen that morning, «now this is something unexpected!» he laughed his thunderous laughter echoing in the room.
«What do you mean?» Wonwoo asked, his eyebrows furrowed in doubt. Did he sleep too much? No, that couldnât be, the sun had just risen in the sky and yet there he was, washed up and dressed up for the day.
«Itâs not a good ideaâŠÂ» one of the maids unsurely voiced her thoughts, however, Ljudmila almost appeared out of nowhere.
«Everyone, cut it out!» she quickly and nervously walked around the kitchen, faintly hitting both the cook and the maid that spoke with a the edge damp rag, without actually hurting them, «the poor boy has just arrived, are you â think about my sanity! Iâll grow older of twenty years in three days if you keep this up.» she sat on a nearby chair, breathing an exhausted sigh before smiling kindly at Wonwoo, who was silently looking at that bizarre interaction.
It was clear to Wonwoo that there was something up with this mansion â or even the Master himself; however, Wonwoo was definitely more determined that any danger lurking around.  After all, he needed the job, didnât he?
During the few months Wonwoo had started working as a butler, he definitely managed to make a lot of good memories, but honestly, the only things permanently engraved in Wonwooâs mind were his encounters with his Master.
The first time it happened, Wonwoo had woken up from a nightmare and after tossing and turning in his bed without managing to fall asleep again, he decided to take a silent stroll around the garden; however, the moment he reached the path sided with roses in bloom, his feet came to an abrupt stop.
There was someone standing in the middle of the garden and right next to the fountain, his back was turned and therefore he couldnât see that Wonwoo was there. Judging by what he could see from the distance, the boy was probably Mingyu himself, Wonwoo thought, since he stood perfectly straight and his hair seemed to be as dark as a starless night.
It was like one of t he fairy tales Wonwoo had read in the orphanage; the stranger turned his head a little, and time seemed to stop. Less than a second later, Wonwoo found himself walking away, his heart hammering in his chest for whatever reason; his feet carried him back to his room, where he locked himself in just to lie on his back, his hands firmly placed above his heart in the vain attempt to calm down as he was blankly staring at the ceiling and waiting for the morning to come.
The second time, Wonwoo was silently heading back towards his room, probably a little later than usual since he couldnât help but rearrange the whole library in both chronological and alphabetical order, when he heard confident steps echoing in the hallway, coming from the opposite direction.
It was dark outside, and the butler was wandering a little too close to the east wing of the mansion, he realised â however, a little too late. Wonwoo heard the faint clatter of shoes hitting against the perfectly clean marble floor slowly but steadily approaching, and instinctively froze in his steps; he quickly glanced around, noticing that it was definitely too late to hide.
A tall figure appeared at the end of the corridor, and Wonwoo quickly realized that it must have been his Master, the same person he saw in the garden; the more he approached him, the more Wonwoo swore he could feel his heart quicken his pace.
Master Kim was a gorgeous young man, Wonwoo thought, it was clear to him, even if the only source of light was the moonlight shining outside of the large windows that lined the hallway; he was tall, his body seemed to be well proportioned and his skin seemed to be the same colour as honey.
However, Wonwoo thought, his mind must have been playing tricks on him because he could swear that his Masterâs eyes seemed to be a deep yet bright shade of red.
«We finally meet, âŠÂ» Mingyu purposely faked to be oblivious to the youngsterâs name.
«Wonwoo, Sir.» the boy answered, his eyes now staring at the marble floor, since he felt incredibly small under the otherâs authoritative gaze.
«I hope you managed to find yourself at home here, however, donât venture so far from your room at night,» Mingyu spoke with an alluring smile, «youâll never know what lurks in the dark.»
Wonwoo felt his cheeks heathen as he apologized to him, and once again, he quickly walked towards his room, once again with his heartbeat hammering in his chest so loudly that Wonwoo was afraid his ribcage was going to explode from the intensity of it.
The menacing and mysterious aura around his Master disappeared a week later, as soon as Ljudmila asked Wonwoo to bring Mingyu his breakfast.
«Knock on his bedroom door three times, heâll let you in,» she instructed, «donât open the curtains, heâs got a terrible temper in the morning if he hasnât fed â oh please, donât tell him I said that. Place the tray on the mahogany desk in the middle of the room and then wait for him to dismiss you. Okay?» Wonwoo nodded immediately, picking up the tray filled with fruits, warm milk and a crystal vial filled with a reddish liquid that definitely didnât look normal â or edible, at all.
«Are you sure that was a good idea? The boy doesnât know that heâs working for a vampire.» the cook â already busy cutting a large amount of carrots for lunch, asked his long time friend and colleague.
«Iâm getting old,» she answered, sitting on the chair in front of him, and starting to help him in his task, «this year I will be fifty four, and believe me, I want our Master to have someone reliable at his side.»
«You could have warned him, though.» was the only thing he answered.
«Donât you remember how each one of us eventually found out? We both seen Mingyu grow up, and I believe you know better than me that Wonwooâs is in perfectly safe hands.» she explained, smiling fondly at the memories of an extremely young Mingyu, running through the kitchen and eagerly wanting to taste human food. Â
The east wing was symmetrical and perfectly equal to the rest of the mansion, still, the feeling of being allowed to venture inside it for the first time was more than enough for his heart to pick up pace in anticipation.
Wonwoo knocked three times against his Masterâs door, before hearing his faint order to come in, just like Ljudmila had said. The bedroom was huge and, surprisingly enough, the furniture seemed to be really minimalistic.
âLess for me to cleanâ, Wonwoo thought, as his eyes quickly scanned the room. A mahogany desk with a large velvet-covered chair stood in the centre of the room â behind which stood the door-window leading to the small terrace attached to the room; to his left, a small bookcase formed a corner between two walls while to his right, there was a wide canopy bed where he easily found the target of his task.
His Master was sprawled on the mattress, his clothes were half unbuttoned and the sheets looked like he had tossed and turned all night without getting a minute of sleep.
«My dearest Ljudmila, believe me, I will die soon if I donât personally feed on a human.» Mingyu sighed, his eyes lost in the ceiling above him, as he ran his fingers through his hair with a distressed movement.
«Your- your Grace» Wonwoo cleared his voice, immediately capturing the other boyâs interest, who was watching at his every move as his life depended on it, «Ljudmila is busy, she sent me.»
Mingyu was quick to lift himself on his elbows, studying Wonwooâs movements as the butler placed the tray on his desk; while he was there, he took advantage of the situation and quickly re-arranged the order of few papers, just to make a little more space for him, if he decided to eat.
As Wonwoo re-adjusted his glasses, he heard his Master sigh, «Fine, but youâll have to feed me, bring the blood to me, please.»
Wonwoo stared both at the ample filled with the ominous coloured liquid and then at Mingyu; did he hear that right?
Mingyu, however, noticed the confusion in the otherâs eyes and chuckled briefly, tilting his head, «I guess Ljud didnât tell you anything.»
«About what-» Wonwoo abruptly cut his own sentence with a sigh; he run a hand through his hair, before eventually, he took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, «what was she supposed to tell me?»
«For a start, that the Master of this mansion is a vampire.» Mingyu answered with a confident smile, finding Wonwooâs reaction a weird mixture between adorable and cute.
«You really want me to fall for that?» he questioned the boy who was still looking at him with a confident and mischievous smile.
«Fall for âthatâ as in, fall for me?» Mingyu teased as he decided to get up from the sea of sheet he was lying comfortably on top of; with few confident strides, he closed the space between himself and Wonwoo, now standing in front of him.
Without realizing, the butler instinctively took an imperceptible step back, but the desk was there to stop his short and useless attempt to keep a reasonable distance.
«First thing first, I know you noticed my eyes when we met,» Mingyu tilted his head down to meet Wonwooâs gaze, who definitely couldnât deny the fact that normal people didnât have bright red eyes.
«Most importantly, now that we are so close,» Mingyu leaned towards the butler, who instinctively leaned back on the desk, his hands reaching behind himself in order not to fall, «I canât help but notice that your blood smells delicious, Wonwoo.» Mingyu spoke with an alluring and husky voice, every trace of the lively and teasing Master from seconds ago seemed to have disappeared; Wonwooâs heart started to quicken its pace, as he was having troubles identifying what he was feeling.
Actually, he was almost sure that among the mixture of confusion and astonishment he felt at the sudden revelation, he could also find a little bit of anticipation, especially when he was certain to have felt Mingyuâs teeth ever so sightly graze at the exposed skin on his neck that the collar of his shirt didnât cover.
The intimate moment they shared ended shortly after, when Mingyu lifted his head, tilting it back so that their gaze would meet.
«Do you believe me now?» Mingyu questioned him with a smile, and as soon as Wonwooâs gaze fell to the two pointy fangs that were oh so visible in his Masterâs dazzling smile, he eventually came to the conclusion that his words were true.
Actually, thanks to the other servants, he had always known that something was up with the mansion, he was just glad that it didnât turn out to be haunted with ghosts.
Satisfied with the butlerâs answer, Mingyu went back to his bed, and Wonwoo quickly recomposed himself.
«Should I get an empty cup of tea or-» Wonwoo nervously adjusted his glasses, which were about to fall off the bridge of his nose.
«You were really going to obey that silly order?» the vampire stared at him with wide eyes; Wonwoo nodded, and with a lively laugh, Mingyu fell back in the sea of white sheets.
From that day, much to Ljudmilaâs happiness, Wonwoo became Mingyuâs personal butler.
Few weeks later, Wonwoo knocked against Mingyuâs bedroom door, scoffing while hiding an amused smile as the only answer the vampire decided to give him was a groan.
«Good morning, Your Grace.» Wonwoo politely greeted Mingyu, who was lying in the usual sea of sheets he loved, with his pillow tightly pressed against his head.
Now, Wonwoo had spent enough days at the vampireâs side to realize that something in his behaviour definitely was off; he quietly placed the tray of breakfast on the desk, before quietly approaching the bed.
«Is everything okay?» Wonwoo gently questioned, reaching out to touch Mingyuâs hand over the pillow, but eventually halting his movements; the vampire kept silent, and the butler crouched next to his bed, finding it impolite to sit on his sheets.
«You can sit here.» Mingyu mumbled few seconds later, gently patting the empty spot next to his waist; Wonwoo thanked him and complied.
No one spoke for few minutes, and the both of them fell into a comfortable and weirdly intimate silence; Mingyu didnât move his hand from the mattress, and Wonwoo didnât realize that their fingertips were almost touching.
«I simply have a headache, you can go if you want to.» the vampireâs hoarse voice broke the silence, but somehow, Wonwoo believed that he wasnât telling the whole truth.
«Iâm your personal butler, meaning I donât have much to do if youâre sleeping.» Wonwoo lied. He definitely had something to do in the morning: collect mail from the entrance hall and sort it in order of importance before bringing it back to Mingyu â who most importantly had requested Wonwoo to drop formalities when they were alone. Then he needed to collect his freshly washed clothes from the laundry room, and then he promised Ljudmila he would help her clean the crystal chandelier in the living rooms, not to mention -
«I get very bad headaches and really dizzy if I donât drink human blood.» Mingyu confessed,  his pinky finger unconsciously touching Wonwooâs index finger.
«Havenât you been drinking blood every day, though?» Wonwoo curiously questioned, barely moving his hand, so that their fingers touching wouldnât be as casual as it was few moments ago. Mingyu groaned, and that was the only answer Wonwoo thought heâd get; eventually, the vampire sighed, lifting the cushion from his head, his gaze adjusting to the partial brightness in the room.
«Youâre perceptive, little one,» Mingyu teased, «however, thatâs animal blood â which for being clear, is definitely not the same.» Wonwoo hummed, as he seemed to be lost in thoughts for few seconds, he asked the vampire if there was anything he could do, but Mingyu simply sighed, shaking his head.
«I appreciate your concern, but unless you want me to feed from you, thereâs nothing you can do.»
A whirlwind of thoughts seemed to float inside Wonwooâs mind after he heard Mingyuâs magic words. Of course, he thought the vampire was insanely attractive and of course, he found himself more than once fantasizing about the possibility of kissing those full lips; moreover, he had to admit that the fact that Mingyu was both extremely clumsy and effortlessly funny was enough for him to get fond of t he vampire every day a little more.
Actually, his blooming feelings were completely reciprocated by the vampire, but nor him nor Mingyu had ever considered the possibility, and therefore, when Wonwoo spoke a faint «okay, letâs do it.», Mingyu thought he was hallucinating.
«Iâm not undressing more than this,» Wonwoo clarified, as he stared at the vampire, lazily sitting on the bed; the butler was basically still completely dressed, with the only exception of his gloves and his jacket. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, and thanks to the partial darkness of the room, he didnât notice how Mingyuâs gaze hungrily travelled on the glimpse of toned skin that he could see.
«Works for me, but if things get messy Iâm gonna stain your shirt, and youâll have to tell Ljud.» Mingyu shrugged, a breathless chuckle escaping his lips as he heard Wonwoo groan in agreement, since he didnât want to feel Ljudmilaâs beloved damp rag on his skin anytime soon, especially for something he didnât do.
Wonwoo lowered the suspenders keeping the shirt in place, letting the pieces of fabric dangle from his belt loop; he quickly got rid of his shirt, before folding it and placing it next to his jacket.
Following Mingyuâs direction, Wonwoo climbed on the mattress, and awkwardly sat on his lap; the vampire was keeping his left hand behind himself for balance, while his right hand immediately reached out to gently hold the other boyâs slim waist.
«This should be the part where you relax.» Mingyu mumbled, as his hand hesitantly slid from Wonwooâs waist to his thigh. He tentatively widened the palm of his hand, just to squeeze the skin ever so lightly; needless to say, he found Wonwooâs sudden whimper an addictive sound.
«If I do, weâll be touching touching.» Wonwoo answered, hesitantly; despite his embarrassment, he didnât want to move away, and as he felt Mingyu guide his hands to his chest, he let him, relaxing a little bit further against the other.
«Iâm about to drink your blood, so it works for me,» the vampire shrugged, hiding behind a nervous smile, «are you sure youâre okay with this?»
Wonwoo didnât need time to think about it before answering that yes, of course he was; a faint tug at his left thigh was what made him spread his knees a little more, completely sitting on Mingyuâs lap.
Now, clearly the both of them noticed that the other one was half hard but still â thankfully, no one decided to mention it. Mingyuâs lips immediately found Wonwooâs collarbone, trying to focus his mind on his task of feeding before he decided to succumb to the lust and the attraction he felt for the younger boy.
«It- It tickles.» Wonwoo whispered, his shoulder instinctively twitching, making Mingyu move the direction of his open mouthed kisses a little upwards. If he were to be honest, that amount of kisses definitely was not necessary, but still, Mingyu didnât exactly know why he was paying so much attention to it; whether it was because he wanted Wonwoo to fully get comfortable in his presence, whether he was loving the feeling of the other boy tightly gripping his shirt while trying to hide needy whimpers, Mingyu thought he would gladly stop time in that moment, so that they could enjoy it a little bit longer. Mingyu felt Wonwoo giggle again, and he breathed a little exasperated giggle as he leaned back once again.
«Iâm sorry, it really tickles a lot.» Wonwoo apologized, and the both of them ended up finding that situation incredibly surreal to the point where they were thrown into a fit of small giggles.
«Iâm good now, I promise.» Wonwoo took a deep breath as the both of them seemed to have calmed down; his hands found once again their place against the vampireâs chest â tightly gripping Mingyuâs shirt.
Wonwoo didnât know what to expect, since the only time he had heard about vampires were in fairy tales; was their bite supposed to hurt, was it supposed to bring him a weird kind of pleasure?
Whatever the butler was trying to prepare for, he definitely didnât consider the fact that Mingyu decided to place his hand on his nape, just to connect their lips; Wonwoo immediately reciprocated in a clumsy and passionate gesture, and he believed he could feel the butterflies in his stomach do somersaults as soon as he felt Mingyu groan against his lips as soon as he faintly tugged on his hair. They ended up kissing passionately until their lips felt swollen, and as they were both panting to catch their breath, Wonwoo gently guided Mingyuâs head to his neck.
It was crazy how a simple gesture was about to make him come untouched, but Wonwoo thought that nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of Mingyu sucking on his blood; it was weird, he had to admit, but at the same time, Wonwoo felt like his blood was being turned into a molten core gently spreading through his body. His senses felt heightened in an almost inhuman way, and the feeling of Mingyuâs arms gently but firmly holding his body close were driving him to hypersensitivity; whatever was happening, Wonwoo definitely didnât want for it to end.
«Are you sure you feel better?» Wonwoo questioned, watching Mingyu nod as he wiped the small amount of blood falling from the corner of his lips.
«I know itâs really not romantic and I kind of planned to do things a little differently, but I really like you,» Mingyu confessed out of the blue, his gaze searching for Wonwooâs as he felt him instinctively tense up in his lap, «and I really want you,» he added, moving his gaze towards the otherâs lips, «heavens, how I want you.» he mumbled again, the huskiness and arousal in his voice were enough to drive Wonwooâs mad.
The butler studied the vampire for few seconds, but still, he found no trace of lie in his gaze, especially because he has proven more than once that he didnât have a single reason to lie to him. Wonwoo relaxed once again, his arms snaking around the vampireâs neck. «I really like you too,» he mumbled against Mingyuâs lips, feeling them part as if they were magnets, «and I really want you too.» That morning, Mingyu and Wonwoo ended up making love for the first time, showering each other with the eager affection of a blooming love, as their fingertips remained tightly intertwined.
For the whole day, no one among the servants asked where the Master and Wonwoo were; if the reason was Ljudmila threatening to kill everyone who suggested to look for them, thatâs something neither Mingyu or Wonwoo needed to know.
Few weeks later, far too early on a Sunday morning, Mingyu groaned, turning the other way as he tried to fall asleep again. He stretched out his arm, realizing that Wonwoo must have woken up already; with an annoyed sigh, he silently cursed his servants for being so loud in the morning for no reason at all.
Eventually, Mingyu ended up shifting on Wonwooâs side of the bed, trying to enjoy what was left of his loverâs warmth, but the noise didnât seem to stop anytime soon; the vampire crooked one eye open, just snort while trying to hide an amused laughter â of course, Wonwoo hushed him immediately with a quick gesture of his hand.
«I told you, that I donât want us to get married, not yet!» one of the maidâs loud voice echoed from the courtyard. Wonwoo was hiding behind the heavy curtain, following the interaction with extreme interest while carefully avoiding for too much light to peek into Mingyuâs room; he knew that light didnât affect his lover, but he also knew that his temper wouldnât be great if he were to be woken up with too much sunlight peeking inside the bedroom.
«But why not? Is it because of your parents? You didnât tell them youâre pregnant, did you?» the gardener immediately retorted, his voice filled with irritation and astonishment. Wonwoo did his best to hide his surprised gasp, the tray â  on which Mingyuâs dressed for the day were neatly placed, now digging a little more in his waist.
«I knew it!» Wonwoo faintly mumbled to himself while bringing his free hand in front of his mouth â still unaware about the fact that Mingyu was awake, and therefore earning another amused giggle from the vampire.
The argument between the couple went on for minutes, and Wonwoo was too immersed in his activity that he definitely didnât notice Mingyu eventually walking up and walking towards him.
«Whatâs the commotion?» Mingyuâs hoarse voice spoke right against Wonwooâs ear as he hugged his waist from behind, and the butler almost had a heart attack on the spot.
«Shh!» Wonwoo quickly silenced him, ignoring the fact that on that moment, he was definitely being louder than his lover. «One of the maids is pregnant, the gardener asked for her hand in marriage.» Wonwoo briefly explained. Mingyu gave him a brief nod, yawning and scratching his chest; he absently took the tray from Wonwooâs hands â who immediately let him, and right after he placed it on his desk.
The next few minutes looked something in between from ridiculous to adorable; Mingyu, a vampire, was peeking from behind the curtain and repeating whatever Wonwooâs ears couldnât hear while Wonwoo, his butler, was mirroring his actions while moving his right hand as if to urge him to tell him more because «I didnât hear it! Oh, damn that gardenerâs thick accent.»
Mingyu yawned again, kissing his loverâs shoulders three times before eventually walking to the side of the door-window in order to open the curtains; Mingyu took the otherâs hand â and of course Wonwoo let him lead them to the small balcony.
«I thought we were eavesdropping in a discreet way.» the butler mumbled with a small pout, not enjoying the fact that his fan had been cut short; however, now that the couple was on the balcony, Wonwoo definitely noticed that a large part of the servants had gathered in the courtyard as well, everyone suddenly interested and invested about the issue.
For a second, Wonwooâs gaze met Ljudmilaâs exasperated one, and as she shook her head, he chuckled briefly. Â
«Say, Wonwoo, what if we give them something to actually gossip about?» Mingyuâs alluring voice was once again speaking next to Wonwooâs ear. The poor butler didnât even have enough time to turn around and ask the vampire what he meant, when he found Mingyuâs lips gently crashing on his. Immediately, Wonwoo returned the gesture with equal fervour, as if it was the first time him and Mingyu were kissing and they havenât been doing it on a daily basis for weeks.
Mingyuâs hands gripped Wonwooâs waist, and pulled the younger boy flat against his chest; he didnât need to check to be sure that the lovers quarrel had been already forgotten in order to talk about how «did you see the way young Master Mingyu was dragging Wonwoo to his bed?»
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anyway, have more...idk, niche?? obscure?? idk, these Rewrite headcanons are just random things that range from projection to things i think would be cool for them:
alright...ripping the band-aid off: Toxic Old Man Yaoi (it gets one-sided on William's end after...Y'know) is canon to the Rewrite. alright moving on-
(listen. i wasn't expecting to get into it. I Really Wasn't. and then it grew on me. and then i saw That One Line from the novels where someone stumbled on William's journals and read the parts about Henry and i just kinda went ??? oh so that's an actual line?? holy shit?? because i had seen someone post the line before but i didn't know if it was like. an actual line from the books. oh my lord.)
William wasn't exactly subtle, but unfortunately for him, Henry had the Autism Obliviousness (same here, bestie).
Claire, William's (now dead) wife, was actually aro, and viewed her and William's relationship as some sort of Lavender Marriage, because to her, she gets to raise the kids she wanted, and William gets to be gay for his business partner-
Anna also didn't mind too much, mostly because (unbeknownst to her at the time) she was a lesbian and already didn't really feel that way about Henry to begin with. she was more upset about the fact that Henry was so damn Oblivious.
Henry always struggled with his balance (i'm projecting), but before he got his cane, he'd lean on things for support or hold onto someone. Will would also help him get around by holding his arms or even hands. did i mention Will was not subtle.
William and Henry did Not have good childhoods. it's part of the reason why they're Like That with their own families (Henry being a good dad but a pushover, and William not being physically or verbally abusive, but being emotionally abusive instead because he's That paranoid about screwing up, and then ends up screwing up in another way).
William's obsession with rabbits and hares isn't purely a Special Interest thing (although that is a huge part of it), it's...also kinda partially something that came from some Childhood Trauma stuff, as well as kinda being a therian thing.
speaking of! 4/6 members of the Afton Household have some therian/otherkin shit going on. William is ockin (i don't think this one needs much explanation. like. i think the guy pretty much kins his own oc) and is a hare/rabbit therian. Michael is a dog/fox therian. Elizabeth is also a rabbit/hare therian. Cassidy is plushkin (look. do i even need to explain this one), and it's part of the reason he uses a lot of toy/broken toy metaphors for himself after he dies.
for William, being O'Hare was kind of this...escapism thing. he can be his true, genuine self and he isn't viewed as annoying for it. if anything, people find him lovable. he can be a playful silly hare and he's looked up to for it. but...after he becomes Springtrap, after years of being locked in a back room, stuck in building filled with spirits who either hate or fear him...at some point, William stops pretending he isn't a sadistic monster. it's hard to deny it. and so he doesn't. Springtrap is effectively William fully embracing being O'Hare....but becoming twisted at the same time, if that makes sense.
it's like...imagine you see this rotting green-yellow bunny that CLEARLY has a rotting corpse inside, but it's acting eerily cheerful and treating (checks notes) Chasing You Down With The Intent To Maim And/Or Murder You as a fun game you're both enjoying. yeah, by this point, William kinda Lost It (and by "kinda" i mean He 100% Did)
this is how several Fazbear employees died or Almost died by the way. Fazbear Entertainment owes them so much for therapy, both physical AND mental-
Michael struggles to figure out if he's dealing with Actual paranormal shit or if it's just hallucinations and stuff that he's having out of guilt and grief (USUALLY, it is the former)
Mike once dislocated one of his knees on the school playground back in elementary school (me projecting), and William practically spoiled him rotten during that time. Michael hated it, hated asking his father for help, hated being treated any different. but...with Charlie and his friends, it's like he was perfectly fine asking for help, welcoming of any assistance. oh well! i'm sure there's no deeper meaning to any of that- (something something "Fearing Dependency Yet Also Craving It")
Michael hates the fact he looks so similar to his father.
Jeremy's favorite song is "Mickey" by Toni Basil. take a wild guess why.
William and Cassidy are both technically nonbinary. William never figured it out because he never knew that there Were options besides Man and Woman. probably would've loved it/its pronouns. and neopronouns. Cassidy never figured it out for Obvious Reasons. look, both of them would've loved xenogenders and neopronouns. i honestly believe they would've loved those.
fun fact! Cassidy actually has a lot of similarities to William (of which i am All Too Happy to list. just say the word). uh...don't tell Cass that, though. it'd probably piss him off.
both Charlie and Mike inherited their dads' sexualities, technically (Henry and Charlie are Pan, Will and Mike are Bi).
Everyone's queer and a mess in so many different ways! William, just because you aren't hitting your children doesn't mean that you're a good dad. Stop. Read a parenting book. Actually, don't. I can't imagine 1970s-80s parenting books are that good for all that shit.
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Attempted Sneak Out
Female ancient vampire reader x Ryan Clarke
Summary: Ryan attempts to sneak out and leave but you find him first and get the truth out of him and why he wanted to go. Which ends in comfort and cuddles.
Warnings: mentions of murder, swearing, think that's all
a/n: there's so little Ryan Clarke fics, so I decided to write one
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You follow Ryan, as he is currently trying to sneak out of the school. You vamp in front of him when he gets to the door, âAnd where do you think youâre going?â You asked, sounding as if you were talking to your kid.
Well, you did have to give this same speech last week to MG and Kaleb, so youâve had good practice, supposedly. Also, from being the closest thing Hope has to a mother (And that can be a handful itself at times).
âOh y/n, I-I was just, you know going to star gaze-â you cut him off before he can finish his horrible excuse of a lie, âIâm going to stop you right there before you hurt your case more.â You say, amused by his attempt at getting out of the glare youâre giving his way. You swear heâs been picking up on the excuses all of the kids use to get out of things. They seriously need to brainstorm excuses better, so it at least sounds believable.
âCome on, letâs go back to my room and have a talk.â You lead him up a couple cases of stairs before turning to the right and opening the door to your room. You lead him inside and shut the door, locking it, making sure not to be loud and wake up any of the students, especially the younger ones.
You nod over to your bed, telling him to sit as you rummage through one of your desk drawers. Pulling out a sage stick, casted to make sure no one can hear you guys talk. You start burning it and place it on the top of your dresser, beside a cd player. (Yes, you still use one, you took a lot of Damonâs old cdâs from the 90âs before they rebuilt the boarding house into a school).
Turning back around to face Ryan, you crossed your arms. âFunny thing. When I was checking in on Hope and the twins, making sure they were actually asleep, I heard you coming out of this room and trying to leave before anyone woke up. And where did you think I was, if not in here? I mean come on, at least try and be a little more sneaky next time you ultimately try and fail to sneak outâ you lectured him, getting his eyes to widen a bit.
 (The reason you were checking in on the three girls is because theyâre all having a sleepover â for once all getting along. You also managed to get Hope to turn her humanity back on by showing her memories of when she was little and of her parents. Mostly her dad because youâve known him for longer than anyone may think)
âI donât know, I just thought you were in the library or getting some blood or somethingâ he mumbled out.
âWhy did you try to sneak out in the first place? Itâs not like we were torturing you.â You question him.
He looks down at your heeled boots, trying to get out from answering the question. If he tells you why, then heâll look like a-a freak or even worse, too weak to help everyone. But he guesses that ship has already sailed, considering he got caught while trying to leave them.
You see a look in his eyes and walk closer, placing a finger under his chin and gently tilting his head up so he faces you. âWhatâs wrong?â Gently speaking and softening your face with concern, you ask him.
He thinks about, what is wrong? But decides to shake his head instead, because if you knew what he wants then you will most definitely be disgusted and never talk to him ever again.
He doubts your ways of noticing, and you can see right through him. âYou can tell me, no need to be embarrassedâ you gently speak to him. âI donât know, I-I feel, I donât know. Your gonna think Iâm a freakâ he murmurs out, going though his feelings in his head and finally slipping up to you.
âI donât think I will, trust me, Iâve been in much worse situations to think someone or something is freakyâ you sit down beside him, crossing your legs. âI mean seriously, have you forgotten about âthe all mighty Necromancer, the cursed king of the underworldâ. Now that dude, he was definitely freakyâ You say, making him lightly smile.
Not knowing how to say what he wants to, instead he leans over and hugs you tightly. You pause for a second, not expecting him to do this. Shortly after, you bring your arms up and tightly wrap them around his body in return. Thinking for a second, you realize this makes so much sense. The way heâs been looking at you and how he acts whenever heâs around you, it all pieces together.
âUh- s-sorryâ Ryan stutters out, pulling away from the embrace. His eyes darted to across the room, focusing on a picture of you and Kol at the bar in the mystic grill from when he got un-daggered in 2011, pinned on a cork board.
âHey, itâs okay, Hunâ you start to reassure him. You bring up a hand and place it on his shoulder comfortingly.
âI havenât ever felt like this beforeâ he mumbles.
âIt feels weird, doesnât it? Like you donât want anyone to know that you can be vulnerableâ you speak softly, soothing him. He nods, âYeah, exactly like that.â
You slowly pull away from him and sit, leaning against the headboard of your bed. You lightly smile and nod, showing him to come over to you. Carefully moving over towards you, he sits down, nervousness taking over.
âNo need to feel nervous, Sweetie.â You wrap your arm around him and press a light kiss on top of his head.
In return, feeling the comfort and love radiating off of you (more than he has already), he lays his head on you, nuzzling his head against your collarbone. He can smell the lingering soft scent of your coconut and hibiscus perfume still on from earlier today.
Bringing your other arm up, you also wrap it around Ryan, pulling him closer. Letting him know itâs safe and youâre here for him, even if he hasnât seemed to realize It before.
Now that half his body is basically on top of you, you start to play with the soft curls of his hair. âI never knew someone like you can be so niceâ he tells you quietly.
âA vampire?â he nods. âWell, Iâve had a bunch of practice dealing with Mystic Falls drama. Literally from the start, when vampires were first created. Iâve also had to deal with Hopeâs dad and his mask of not needing anyone there for him. And I still have her uncle, Kol that still does stupid shit (heâs the one in that photo you were looking at), but heâs, my family. Just like Hope is. I could never change thatâ you explain to him.
âSo, Iâm always going to be here for you. Plus, if an asshole deserves it, I of course send them to death like thatâ you snap your fingers, making him chuckle. âAnd maybe sometimes Iâll indulge in some of the killing activities with Kol, but shhâ you say, holding a finger up to your lips.
He smiles up at up at you, âI could get used to this, even with that headmasterâ he says, referring to Alaricâs aggravating attempts to fix problems his way (which lets be real, never works out).
âGood, just know if you need someone to talk to or even just lay and cuddle with, Iâm always here, okay Sweetie?â You reassure him.
âOkayâ He says and nuzzles back into the warmth beaming off of you. Happy to be with someone who actually cares for a change.
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My Sweet Enkeli: Chapter 3
"Enkeli": finnish word for "angel".
When Noah Sebastian met Nori Nurmi for the first time, he knew he wanted her more than anything. She was beautiful like an angel and dangerous like the devil.
⥠Author's note: Some smut for you naughty people because that's what we like! Please let me know your opinions, I would love to know your thoughts đ€ if you are enjoying this fanfic please reblog so more people can read it. CHAPTER 2 HERE.
⥠Warnings: This is a work involving real people but it's 100% fiction written. Please remember that this is only for fun purposes and it doesn't reflect their real thoughts and behaviors. Don't take this work too seriously. +18 only. Smut, Female masturbation, oral sex, penetration, unprotected sex (please always use condoms!!!!)
⥠Characters: Noah Sebastian à Nori Nurmi (OFC).
⥠Words: 3.244
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Since the cities started to get far away from each other, the buses were changed to flights and hotel rooms. The tour is going well, everyone is having a blast, except for Nori. The moments where she is on the stage become more important to her than she ever expected because it helps her to forget the war that is going on inside her head.
Noah barely doesn't talk to her anymore. It's not that he is mad at her, he couldn't be. He is just trying his best to give her the peace she asked for. He doesn't watch her shows anymore, it's only "good morning" and "good evening" between them, nothing more.
Nori didn't know that it would be so painful to deal with Noah's absence. While her rational side is relieved that Noah is doing what she almost begged him for, her heart is showing that she misses having him around watching her close with those enchanting brown eyes. It's like they changed places: now she is the one always trying to be near him, watching him up on the stage and thinking how good it would be to lose herself completely for him.
It's late at night and everyone is sleeping or chilling in their rooms but Nori got locked out by her roommate Lara. It seems that the blonde one decided to have some fun with someone in their room and needed some privacy. It's not the first time that this happens while the band is on tour so it's not a big deal. Actually, Nori it's having some trouble sleeping. Her mind is too busy thinking about Noah Sebastian. He is all that comes to her mind when she lays her head on the pillow and closes her eyes. While trying to relax near the indoor pool in the hotel, she feels lonely. She could bother her other bandmates and sneak into their rooms but she doesn't want to; they are not the company she needs.
The phone buzz makes her come down to reality for a little bit. The bands and crew created a message group so they can share photos and anything about the tour.
Noah: Does anyone know where Jolly is?
Noah: Anyone in the mood to watch Tokyo Ghoul with me? I'm lonely đ
Matt: Go to sleep.
Nori giggles at the messages. Seems like Jolly is the one who is there with Lara in their room and Noah doesn't have any idea that his bandmate got lucky tonight. As an irony of destiny, both of the singers are feeling alone tonight. This would be the perfect reason for Nori to knock on his door and stay with him - even though it would be to watch Tokyo Ghoul or whatever.
Nori: Jolly is safe, don't worry about him.
Noah: Good to know.
Noah is being distant even by messages, which makes Nori wonder if she made the right choice by asking him to stay away from her. She shakes her head, trying to avoid the intrusive thoughts. Of course it was the best thing to do! She is a pretty skeptical person but right now she wishes the universe could send her a sign that she should do what her heart wants and knock on that damn door. It is controversial on her part and she knows that.
Laying on the bed, Noah tries to focus on the anime that goes on the TV. It's been hard for him to stay away from the girl he is obsessed with. His body craves to be next to her, feeling her presence near him, her energy that lights every room she steps in like a ray of sun. But he needs to respect her decision to stay away from him and he is doing his best. The last thing he wants to do is to hurt her.
A knock on the door makes him a little happier. Noah really needs some company tonight, someone who he could talk with and maybe tell what's happening between him and the Finnish singer. Nicholas, his long-time best friend, didn't answer his messages so it's probably Jolly, but it doesn't make sense because he got his door keycard so wouldn't need to knock. As he opens the door, the room gets illuminated by the sun goddess herself.
"Heard you needed a buddy to watch Tokyo Ghoul" she says, a shy smile on her face.
Nori doesn't know where she took the courage from to knock on Noah's door, she just decided to do it. It's like her body started to make the decisions for her instead of her brain. Her legs just took her there without too much thinking.
"You are the last person I expected to knock on my door late at night" he answers, trying to look as chill as possible.
"May I come in?".
"Sure".
The room is not as messy as Nori thought it would be; not all boys are messy after all. There's two single beds next to each other, just like in the room she was supposed to share with Lara. The curtains are closed and there's only the light from the tv screen illuminating the place.
"You said something about Jolly" Noah tries to start a conversation.
"Yeah. He is in my room. With Lara".
"He could at least answer my messages".
"I don't think so⊠he sure is very busy" she smirks.
"Oh⊠No way!" Noah giggles.
"Yes way! Lara stole my keycard and locked me out to have some privacy with your guitar player".
"That was a smart move".
"Indeed".
"So⊠make yourself comfortable, I guess there's a free bed for you".
"Thanks" She tries to get comfortable in bed but it's hard when your heart is beating so fast that it's about to explode inside your chest.
Even though Tokyo Ghoul it's his favorite anime, Noah can't pay attention to the tv anymore. His eyes keep wandering to Nori while she tries to understand what's going on in the anime. The way the screen lights flashes on her face while her eyes are glued on the tv makes him open a smile. Soon, Nori notices the happiness on his face.
"What?" She asks, blushing a little.
"It's nice to have you here".
"It's nice to be here. You've been barely talking to me these days".
"You asked for it".
"I never said I didn't want to be your friend at all".
"It's really hard for me to be next to you just as a friend and nothing more".
Nori sees truth in Noah's eyes and it makes her heart ache to know that he feels this way about her. She doesn't want to make him suffer at all, just the thought of that makes her eyes water. But she understands what he is saying; she feels the same way. Her body also craves to be with him, to feel his touch all over her skin, to kiss his gorgeous lips until she's out of breath.
"It's not easy for me either, believe me" she says, her voice weak. She never spoke the truth about her feelings with Noah.
"I don't want to make you mad, I swear. I just don't like to see you being so hard on yourself. Life is made of choices, some are bad and some are really good ones. The only way to find out is to make a fucking choice".
"I just don't want to make the same mistakes again".
"What do you mean?".
She sighs as she starts to remember when she was touring around Finland with her friends from Blind Channel, a Finnish band that became very popular in the last few years.
"I've been there before. You're not the first rockstar that tries to seduce me" she says, not wanting to give more details.
"I'm sure about that. I mean, you're perfect. It would be weird if not every man in the world falls for you".
"But I let myself fall, too. And it was the worst thing I could do".
Noah can see that there's sadness in her eyes. The way she anxiously plays with the sheets while she tries to get her focus on the TV again; he touched a delicate part of her.
"I understand and respect you if you don't want to talk about this. But I want you to know that you can trust me if you need to open yourself" his voice is soft and warm as he tries to make herself comfortable around him.
"Thank you. I really appreciate that".
"I just want you to know that I don't want to hurt you and it would kill me if I do".
Tears start to roll in Nori's face even though she tries to hold them with all her strength. She hates to look vulnerable around people, it looks like she can't control her feelings; she can't show weakness. Noah sits besides her on the small bed, his thumb trying to wipe the tear on her cheek. Feeling him touching her with so much care makes her body melt. The way he looks at her, so worried while he wishes he could protect her from everything bad that could harm her. There's a huge need inside of Nori that makes her want to kiss him, let him take her in his arms forever. She needs him more than she ever expected.
"Kiss me" the words come from her mouth like a supplication "Make me yours".
Noah's lips crash on hers intensely, he can't believe that she is finally opening herself for him. He doesn't know where to start, where to touch first. His hands desperately hold her face while she pulls his neck to bring him closer. His body makes its way to her side, getting slowly on top of her while her legs open for him to fit himself between them. She desperately takes his white shirt as he only breaks the kiss to toss the garment off. He grabs one of her thighs, digging his fingers on her skin as his lips wanders on her neck, the scent of roses mixed with some kind of spice entering through his nostrils and making his blood boil inside his veins.
The touch of Noah's big hand entering under her oversized shirt and going straight to her breasts makes Nori shiver from head to toe. He gasps as he notices that she isn't wearing any bra, smirking while he feels how big her boobs are. She leans over so she can take her shirt off, feeling his warm breath going down her chest. He holds her nipple with his teeth, carefully biting it as she giggles, her hand gripping his hair when he goes down straight to her lower belly.
His fingers quickly pull the hem of her sporty shorts, taking it off while his eyes admire the beautiful view of her body. His eyes shine like two beautiful diamonds when he sees the wet mess that waits for him. Noah buries his face between her legs with such a hurry, anxious to feel the taste of her arousal. Nori desperately takes her underwear off, tossing it around somewhere, urging to feel Noah eating her up.
"Make me cum just like you did that day" she begs.
The fire inside Nori's body gets out of control when Noah's tongue touches her right where she wanted the most. Her back arches as he savor her, her hips rocking against his warm and soft tongue. His lips sucking her clit intensely, making her feel so sensitive that she starts to moan like no one could listen. It sounds like music to his ears and it works like fuel to his engines. His forefinger easily enters her soaking wet pussy, hooking inside of her so he can find her sweet spot.
"You like it when I fuck you with my finger, don't you?" He asks with a muffled voice.
"I want more. Another one".
Noah opens a crooked smile while he puts his middle finger inside, now two fingers working on Nori's core just like she asked for. The ecstasy starts to fulfill her, making her come right into Noah's mouth as he swipes his nose around her just to feel how good she smells.
"You're being so good coming on my mouth, angel. It tastes so good" he says.
Nori likes to know that Noah is a dirty talker. She gives him a fever kiss as she pushes him on the bed, pinning him against the mattress. Her legs straddle around him as her hips grind against his crotch, her folds making the fabric of his sweatpants wet. Noah's big hands are now squeezing her butt real thigh. It's so big that he can barely hold her buttcheeks entirely. She leans over to kiss him again, still feeling the taste of her arousal in his mouth.
"Should I suck your cock now? Do you deserve it to have yourself inside my mouth?" She teases him, her voice smooth against his ear.
"I already made you cum twice, I think I deserve it".
He is almost going insane with her pussy frictioning against his crotch. Noah is so hard that he is about to explode inside his pants if he doesn't take everything off now. He is desperate to get rid of the last pieces of clothes that are holding him.
"You seem anxious, huh?" Nori smirks. Her hand goes straight to his cock as her eyes analize what she has in front of her.
It's beautiful. It's long and not too thick, perfect to fit inside her mouth without making her cheeks burn and her jaw hurt. She can feel It throbbing on her hand as she strokes him, his hips slowly moving to help the motion.
Nori giggles as she sees how torturing it is for Noah to watch her getting closer too slowly. She licks the tip of his head but just a little bit just to make him suffer some more. It's a revenge for what he made her feel, how he tortured her inside the bus a few weeks ago.
"I bet you thought about me sucking you all those times while you were watching me on stage" she says, a crooked smile on her face.
"I did, one hundred times. I love to think about my dick fucking your pretty mouth, ruining your red lipstick".
Seems that Noah is also good at teasing. Hearing those words it's enough for her. She goes down and puts all she can inside her mouth, going up and down as her hand strokes the shaft. She can hear him grunning and cursing while her mouth works on him, her soft lips brushing against his length. Noah sees that she is really good at this since she can take a lot without choking. He moves his hips furter to make his cock go deeper inside her throat, her tongue making circular moves around his head and then going down to his shaft again.
"Yeah, take this cock in your throat" he murmurs.
Nori feels proud of herself, she knows that she can make any guy go insane with her gifted mouth - she just needs to feel that this person is worth it.
"Fuck⊠I'm gonna cum. Come here, angel. Let me fuck your pretty pussy" he says, his chest going up and down as he tries to breathe normally.
She is straddling him again, Noah trying to be careful as he slowly enters her pussy with the tip of his cock, but Nori it's impatient. She holds his length and fits it perfectly on her entrance, taking everything inside until she feels her folds touching his crotch.
"Now you are the one who's anxious" he teases her.
"Look what you did, Noah Sebastian. You teased me hard and now you have to face the consequences".
There's a smirk on his face while Nori starts to ride him, going slow at first just to feel every inch of his cock touching the deepest part of her. Noah can't hold himself as he moves his hips further, shoving his cock even deeper that makes Nori hold a scream of pleasure. The noise of their skins lapping against each other turns her on so much that she digs her nails into Noah's tattooed chest, leaving marks all over. He woke up the beast inside of her, something so dirty and unholy that no priest could exorcize. The pace of her hips rolling on his cock gets faster, the moans uncontrollably coming from her mouth as she feels the orgasm building inside of her.
"Holy shit, Noah" she gruns.
"Your pussy feels so good, angel. You're so tight".
She definitely loves to be called an angel - more like a fallen one. The sweat starts to drop on from her forehead, the heath inside her belly announcing that she is so close to her apex, his cock getting soggy and milky.
"Please, come for me one more time" he begs her, holding himself on his elbows as he leans forward to kiss her.
"Fuck me harder, then".
Noah quickly rolls over, making Nori lay on her back. He penetrates her again and starts to pound her as fast as he can, so fast and strong that he could break her in half. She pulls him even closer, her legs wrapped around his back as he sucks her lower lip, her breath hitting against his chin while she lets out a loud moan. She likes it rough just like that. Noah finally hits her sweet spot, making her reach an intense orgasm that makes her legs shake uncontrollably, her walls clenching around him so much that he can feel its pressure on his dick. It's been so long since she felt like this for the last time.
"Fuck yesâŠ" he gruns.
The pace doesn't slow down as Noah gets closer to his own release. Nori is loving to hear him moaning right next to her ear, it's so sexy that she could cum one more time just by hearing it.
"Fill me, baby. I need you to come inside my pussy" her voice sounds weak, almost like whispering.
"Jesus christ, Nori".
With a few deep and slow thrusts, Noah releases his load inside her core. He stays inside of her for a few seconds before pulling it off. Nori quickly gets on her hands and knees, prancing her ass up so Noah can watch his cum running down from her pussy, so deliciously warm on her folds.
"That's a pretty work of art" he says, a coy smile on his face while he is still panting "You're so pretty" his finger wandering through her smeared folds.
He leaves a loud smack on her buttcheek before Nori lays on her back again, giggling at the smooth pain. The bed is small but it's enough to fit both of them if they tuck together, the sheets are a completely wet mess. She lays her head on his chest, hearing his heart beating. It is still fast, which makes her smile.
"I think I need a bath" she says.
"Me, too" he smiles "But before we enjoy that nice bathtub, I want to feel you here with me".
"Being romantic at this point?".
"That's in my nature, I can't fight it".
"I'm not complaining at all" she makes a small pause "It's good to be in your arms".
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