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yandere-sins · 2 years ago

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Imagine getting isekai’ed into otome game as a background character, watching the main character going down routes as you live your peaceful, mundane life, but you’ve unknowingly been going down a route as well, a route for a hidden character that you didn’t discover during your time playing the game.

That character being the reason the game has a dark content warning.

Gosh anon, that idea is so good!!!! I didn't know it would tickle all the right places in my brain, but when I started I couldn't stop lol. Love it, thank you for sending it in ♥

If this had one of these super long titles that are tmi it would be:

I got Isekai'ed into an Otome Game as a Background Character and now I Have to Finish It with the Secret Yandere Love Interest!!

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A serene smile spread over your lips as you watched the two lovebirds in the corner of your coffee shop.

Swirling the milk into a cup, it created a little white heart surrounded by foamy coffee, its aroma drifting into your nose. Had someone told you that the little things like a cup of coffee made with love and care were enough to give you the peace of mind you always wanted in your previous life, you would have laughed at them. For you, it had always been the hustle, the making money, finding a partner, and creating a family. Make everyone proud while being successful, whether it costs you nights of sleep or days without proper meals. But looking at yourself now, it all seemed so far away now, and you let out a content sigh before setting down the cup in front of the customer at the bar.

"You seem happy today," your regular at the counter noted, picking up the cup and taking a moment to appreciate the aroma just like you had. A smile sneaked onto their lips, too, after they took a sip, and you couldn't help but feel your heart swell with pride and happiness when they gave you a satisfied nod.��

"I am! I'm really getting accustomed to my new life here, it's... been a while since I've been so content."

The truth behind everything that happened to you was something you couldn't speak about lightly. Not when it turned the life you knew upside down, leaving you to start over completely. One day you were an employee of a well-known company, responsible for sales and reports and everything stressful. And the next, you were in your favorite, cozy video game, running the coffee shop the main character liked to visit with all the romance options in the game.

Isekai was the genre that came to mind when you thought about your situation. Luckily you were spared the memories of your death in the real world, the circumstances blurry as you barely remembered going home late from work, only to wake up in this very different universe. Perhaps you were just comatose, and this was a dream. Still, by now, you had managed to slip into your role as the barista of the small coffee shop, a barely mentioned background character, just fine.

Your eyes jumped back to the couple in the corner, giggling and teasing each other over a group project, and you felt an immense relief you weren't reincarnated as the main protagonist and had to go through the years of studying and trying to establish connections with the love interests again. You already did that in your old life, and it wasn't as romantic and fun as the game made it out to be. You only played it because it got your mind off things, the art was pretty, and it had the exact amount of cozy time management you needed to relax. But living as the main character in it? No, thank you!

"Jealous?" your regular teased, and you chuckled, shaking your head. They tapped their—now empty—cup, and you took it from them, replacing it with some water until you had the next cup of coffee ready for them.

"I just think it's cute. I never had someone so interested in me they'd take me out for coffee and share their cake with me when I was younger."

Your words tasted a little bitter on your tongue. Still, you genuinely couldn't wish for anything but the main character's happiness. It was just the feeling of being loved, desired, and wanted that you missed, even though your new life was more than satisfactory despite you feeling a little lonely sometimes.

"Well, it's never too late to start," they chuckled, taking up their fork and cutting off the tip of their strawberry shortcake, including the big chunk of strawberry on top, picking it up and holding it out towards you.

"Oh, I wouldn't dare--"

"I insist! As thanks for the amazing coffee every time I come here."

Nudging your lips with their fork, you let out an awkward chuckle. It was okay, right? They wouldn't sue you for eating the cake they paid for, would they? This was just a silly little game. What could go wrong with you accepting their kindness?

Opening your lips, you let them feed you the cake, taking a moment to let the sweet and fruity notes mix with the fluffy whip cream before you were sent straight to heaven. Not to toot your own horn, but your baking skills had improved so much since you started working at the shop. Who knew you had that in you?

Occupied with the moment of bliss as you let the cake flavor mix in your mouth, you hummed happily before devoting yourself back to making the coffee with a smile on your face. Unaware of your regular fixating on the fork you had just eaten from, staring at it like it was some strange artifact. Your phone dinged softly in its drawer, and you checked it briefly to see the notification pinging up, saying, "Achievement unlocked: Cake-Master - Provide the most delicious cake to your customers."

"Excuse me!" the main character called out to you, stepping up to the counter, and you directed your attention to her, ignoring the little game notification you've been receiving since starting your new life here, the love interest not far away before the two began fighting over who was going to pay the bill this time lovingly. Of course, the love interest won, but you wouldn't have expected it any other way. Seeing the blush on the main character's face after her romance option told her he'd "always take care" of her made you grin like a little fan, and you cheered them on in your head.

By the time you returned to your regular, their knuckles had gone white with how hard they were gripping the fork in their hand, their eyes following the couple who was about to leave. For a moment, it made you wonder if they had a crush on either of them, their sweet interaction surely uncomfortable if that was the case. But you didn't remember there being a jealousy scene in the game. You'd know, almost playing it 100% before your death. There apparently was a secret route you never got but were trying your hardest to achieve. Now you were left to wonder what it entailed.

But the second you returned, they looked up at you, expression softening and the tension disappearing, and you chalked it up to having witnessed a cringe moment that they had gotten so awkward. "Thank you for the cake, that was really nice of you! Do you want another fork?" you asked and were met with a headshake and a smile.

They quickly began eating their cake and complimenting your baking skills, stroking your growing ego when they rubbed their belly.

"I never had a cake that good!" they proclaimed, and you laughed out loud, overjoyed that you had made them so happy.

"Say..." they suddenly spoke up again, leaning on the counter and watching you with gentle eyes. Your heart set out for a second, tension rising as you didn't know what they were going to ask. Ever since you opened the coffee shop, the main character, love interests, and this regular had come by constantly. If you were honest, you enjoyed their visits more and more. Their presence felt like it belonged here with you, and you were a part of something bigger after all, washing away the small, lonely part of you.

And maybe... just maybe... this was how your happy end would play out.

"Are you this nice to every customer?"

Halting your movements, you set aside the brew head that you used on the espresso machine, despite having to clean it, thinking about your answer for a moment. It was a strange question to ask someone who worked in customer service. Still, you appreciated your regular, so you didn't want to give them a snarky answer.

"Uhm, well, I am just trying to make everyone feel welcome! But of course, it's a bit different with my regulars! After all, they come here often, like a second family. So I guess I'm a bit nicer because you really get to know and appreciate these people that stay to chat and tell stories."

"I see," they muttered. "Family, huh..."

After that, you suddenly were swamped with sudden orders, excusing yourself to fulfill them, chatting and laughing with even the people that were just passing by. Maybe you really were just nice? Perhaps this new environment had made you more relaxed and gentle than the harsh world you lived in, and it was showing? But their question was shoved into the back of your mind as you kept fulfilling orders and earning your keep.

Once the rush was over, you returned to your regular, only to find their seat empty. Strange, you thought. You could have sworn that you felt their eyes on you the whole time you were away, but luckily, they didn't walk out on their tab, leaving the money and a folded-up napkin beneath their empty cup for you to find. You quickly stored away the bills, trusting your regular with knowing what they had to pay after so many weeks of the same order.

You were about to throw away their napkin when you noticed some red marks on them, unwrapping the paper to find a note scribbled in what you had to assume was ink.

"You're so beautiful when you laugh."

The surprise wore off quite fast, and you smiled, thinking nothing of it but that it was a nice compliment from your regular. Still, you ended up throwing the napkin away—not knowing if it was dirty, after all—taking the coffee cup and plate to the sink to clean them, overseeing the red tip on the fork that was too dark to be from the strawberry.

The rest of your day was uneventful, and by the time you were closing, you were tired and ready to tug in for the night, wrapping up your business at the shop quickly before walking home. You didn't have a chance to look at your phone since you glanced at the achievement notification, so you took it out, startled when you saw a dozen new messages.

Achievement unlocked: Happy new life - Be content with your new life

Achievement unlocked: A fork for two! - Share a fork with someone special

Achievement unlocked: Jealousy - Make someone special jealous

Achievement unlocked: Soothing - Calm someone special down with your presence

Achievement unlocked: Family - Have someone be moved by your words

Achievement unlocked: The nicest person in town - Be beloved by all, but especially by someone special

Achievement unlocked: Blood in the cup - Have someone hurt themselves at your coffee shop

Achievement unlocked: Wonder-Barista - Complete twenty orders in less than thirty minutes

Achievement unlocked: Strange compliment - Receive a compliment through unusual means

Achievement unlocked: Blooming infatuation - Have someone special fall in love with you

Achievement unlocked: Shop-Pro! - Close the shop twenty times after making a profit from your work

Achievement unlocked: Tired - Hard workers deserve to relax

You blinked a few times, surprised by what you were reading and a little weirded out by some of these achievements. They gave you some extra coins in your shop till and reputation with the townspeople, so you usually didn't mind them. But to say some of their descriptions were weird was an understatement. You couldn't even remember someone getting hurt at your workplace that day.

By the time you reached your apartment, you decided to ignore the strange notifications and just let the day come to an end with a hot bath and your favorite show. But you were startled when your phone suddenly began ringing loudly, even though you had turned off the sound back at the coffee shop after the first notification. The first messages that appeared before you were more achievements, and you stopped turning the key in your door as you read them.

Achievement unlocked: Follower - Have someone special follow you home

Achievement unlocked: Welcome home! - Arrive at home, not alone

Achievement unlocked: Wherever you go, I'll be watching you - Ɨ ΔΜ ΔŁŴΔ¥Ş ŴΔŦĆĦƗŇǤ ¥ØỮ

Lifting your head, you looked around you, glancing over your shoulder and into the courtyard below. No one was out; everyone was at home eating dinner and occupied with their lives. Confused, you swiped all the notifications away before another pop-up appeared.

ALERT! You're about to enter X's route. Do you want to continue?

> Yes > No

Panicked at this point, you pressed "No," but nothing happened. You kept tapping it repeatedly, not understanding what was happening with your phone. But nothing changed, the notification staying in place. The sound of something breaking inside your apartment tore your focus away from your phone, startling you.

You must have finally managed to close it, the pop-up disappearing just as you unlocked the door to your apartment, still having held on to the key when you were surprised by the sound. Darkness and silence greeted you from inside, everything seemingly normal.

Majorly confused, you shook your head, slowly entering the hallway leading inside. "Hello?" you called out, reaching for the light switch. The light flickered on, and... there was no one. Holding your breath, no sound reached your ears, and you groaned, realizing you got freaked out about... nothing.

This wasn't some kind of horror game, and the story never had a murder-solving subplot. True, the ratings for it were kind of strange—it being rated as 18+ on the website—but seriously, what should happen in a cozy little city like the one the game played in? You didn't even think they had a police station here.

Pushing off your shoes as you shrugged off the weird feeling from before, you walked up the hallway to your living room, turning on the light before coming to an abrupt halt. There were broken pieces of glass underneath your living room window, but what really freaked you out came into view only when you lifted your head. You could look into the mirror of your cabinet door from your position, red marker dripping from it as if someone had hastily scribbled on it just seconds ago. You weren't sure it was a pen anymore, judging by its deep red color and the fluidity of it.

"𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺"

Your phone pinged.

Achievement unlocked:

On the Highway to Hell - Unlock the secret route

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wosospacegirl · 2 months ago

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Nice try - Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia thinks buying Y/N clothes is a love language.

Word count: 1.9k

Y/n was on a mission.

A quiet, stealthy, slightly ridiculous mission that involved tiptoeing out of their house in a hoodie three sizes too big–Alexia’s, obviously–wearing the one pair of jeans she had left, which was now very much ripped across the knee and suspiciously breezy in the back.

She couldn’t let Alexia see her like this.

If Alexia so much as sensed that Y/n needed new clothes, she would materialise out of thin air with a platinum credit card and the entire spring collection of three different Spanish designers.

She had done it before. Alba had mentioned once that she liked a certain purse, and boom: three purses, delivered, and a casual “I thought this one looked better on you” from Alexia like she hadn’t just dropped €2,000 for fun.

So no. Y/n was not about to become the next victim.

She waited until Alexia left for training, counted five extra minutes–just in case she forgot her water bottle and came back, because that had happened before, too–, and then bolted.

Half an hour later, she was crouched behind a rack of trousers in a little boutique downtown, trying to decide between two identical pairs of black pants. Y/n could only afford one, and god forbid she buy two- otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to treat herself at the super overpriced coffee shop near her university."

She pulled out her phone to check her bank balance. She looked at the number and sighed. Maybe she could give some tutoring? She could make some extra money off of that.

Just as she was about to put her phone away, a text appeared.

Alexia: Where are you?

Y/n blinked. Hesitated.

Y/n: uni

Alexia: You don’t have any classes on Wednesdays.

Y/n: I do

That was weak. She knew it. Alexia definitely knew it.

Alexia: You left your location on, amor.

Y/n froze, eyes wide. Her thumb hovered uselessly above her screen. God, she was so bad at lying. She needed to delete Life360 or whatever tracker Alexia had installed under the guise of “safety.”

Then another text:

Alexia: I love buying things. Why didn’t you wait for me? I wanted to go too.

“Shit,” she muttered, glancing over her shoulder like Alexia might already be walking in, designer sunglasses and euro bills in hand.

Y/n stood in the fitting room, staring at the two pairs of pants and two shirts draped over her arm like they weighed a thousand kilos.

It felt indulgent. Excessive. Reckless, even.

She’d been holding out for months–mending ripped seams, rotating the same three outfits, saying it was trying to create a minimalist approach to life–but now her last decent pair of pants had betrayed her with a dramatic rip, and here she was.

Four items. Four. Her chest tightened like she had just maxed out a credit card. It didn’t matter that they were basics or on sale…Just the idea of buying more than one thing made her skin crawl with guilt.

Alexia would’ve walked in and cleared a whole rack without blinking, but Y/n wasn’t like that. She could already hear her own voice in her head:

This is too much. You don’t need all this. Put one back. Put two back. Hell, put all of it back and make peace with your tragic wardrobe.

Still locked in that mental spiral, Y/n approached the register like she was walking into a courtroom, bracing for judgment. The cashier scanned the tags with a chirpy rhythm that made her stomach twist, and then, just as she reached for her card, he smiled brightly.

“Looks like you’re all set. Mrs. Putellas already paid for everything.”

Y/n stared at him like he’d just slapped her.

“Excuse me?” she asked, blinking slowly.

The man at the counter, mid-30s, smiley, clearly unaware of the emotional warfare he had just triggered, tilted his head.

“Mrs. Putellas has already paid.” He said louder, as if Yn didn’t hear him the first time. “Isn’t that sweet?”

Y/n’s right eye twitched.

“She what?” she asked, her voice flat, her soul leaving her body.

He grinned, still clearly thinking this was a romantic surprise moment.

“She paid remotely. It happens all the time- oh, and she left a note! Said to tell you ‘nice try, amor.’”

Y/n’s mouth dropped open.

“I...” she muttered, absolutely seething. “Fuck Alexia.”

“Would you like me to pack it as a gift?” he offered weakly, now aware he may have stepped into a silent couple war.

Y/n took a deep, cleansing breath. Then she smiled, the type of smile that would have made Alexia very nervous had she been present.

“No,” Y/n said sweetly. “But do you sell running shoes? Mrs. Putellas gonna need them.”

Y/n didn’t slam the front door, but only because she knew Alexia had expensive taste in hinges.

Storming into the living room with her shopping bags like they were the physical manifestation of betrayal, she found Alexia exactly where she expected her to be: lounged on the sofa, one leg tucked under her, hair in a clip, and eyes glued to the TV where a replay of Barça’s last match played in glorious 4K.

Alexia barely glanced away from the screen as Y/n stepped in front of it, blocking the entire view.

Her response? A contented little sigh and the casual press of a warm hand to Y/n’s waist.

“Hola, amor,” she murmured, gently leaning over and kissing Y/n’s belly over her shirt. “Can you just take one tiny step to the side so I can see Patri’s goal again? It was so clean–”

“No,” Y/n said, not moving an inch. “Alexia. What the hell?”

Alexia blinked up at her, all wide-eyed and falsely innocent. “What?”

Y/n lifted a shopping bag and shook it gently. “How many times have I asked you not to buy me things?”

“I didn’t buy you anything,” Alexia replied, with the slow, smug calm of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. “I just paid for them. It’s different.”

Y/n gaped. “It’s not different!”

“It is in my heart.” Alexia gave her a cheeky smile and tugged gently at her waist to try and coax her aside. “Also, you picked them yourself. So technically, I just… assisted.”

“You hacked the store’s payment system.”

“I used Apple Pay.”

“Same thing,” Y/n muttered, flopping dramatically onto the sofa beside her, pout on her face.

Alexia leaned in, voice low and teasing. “You really think pouting is going to stop me?”

“Shut up.”

“You’re welcome, amor”

Y/n buried her face in a throw pillow to muffle the sound, leaving her body.

The game carried on, with Y/n begrudgingly sinking into the sofa next to Alexia.

Every now and then, Alexia’s eyes would flicker over to Y/n, a smug little grin tugging at her lips, especially when she could feel the weight of Y/n’s tension beside her.

But for the most part, they watched the game in comfortable silence–well, as comfortable as it could be with Y/n trying not to think about how Alexia had yet again spent her money on her.

As the final whistle blew and the game wrapped up, Y/n sighed deeply, finally leaning back into the sofa.

She didn’t look at Alexia, didn’t even glance at her. The silence was only broken when Alexia’s grin widened.

“Amor,” Alexia whispered, urging Y/n to sit on her lap, which she did.

Alexia’s hand naturally found its place at Y/n’s waist, then slowly moved up to her ribs, her thumb gently brushing over the soft fabric of Y/n’s shirt before it lingered on her breast.

Y/n gently took Alexia’s hand and placed it on her own lap, giving her a tired look. “No.”

Alexia’s grin faltered, her hand staying still on Y/n’s lap as she tilted her head in confusion.

“No? Por que?”

Y/n sighed, shifting to face her, a soft but serious look in her eyes.

“I don’t like it when you buy me things. I don’t want you throwing money at me like that. I don’t want you to do that, Alexia.”

Alexia’s eyes softened, brows knitting together as she reached out again, this time brushing a lock of hair from Y/n’s face.

“Amor, I don’t… I don’t mean to make you feel bad. I just love you, and I want you to be comfortable. To have things you like. To have what you deserve.”

Y/n looked at her, her chest tightening, feeling the warmth of Alexia’s hand on her face.

“I know you do,” she whispered. “But I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep doing this for me. I don’t need it. I just want you.”

Alexia leaned forward and kissed her–just a soft, grounding peck on the lips. Nothing flashy. Just presence.

“I hear you,” Alexia murmured as she pulled back slightly, eyes scanning Y/n’s face. “I will ease up on it”

“Ease up?”

“Yes,” Alexia nodded, ever-so-slightly proud. “I will not buy as many things.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Good.”

There was a beat of silence.

“But what if…” Alexia started, tone far too casual, “We settle on an amount of money?”

Y/n stared at her. “What?”

Alexia’s fingers danced lightly against Y/n’s side, like that might distract her. “Like, I’m allowed to spend up to a certain amount on you. Weekly.”

“…Are you giving yourself an allowance to spoil me?”

“Sí,” Alexia replied with a completely straight face.

Y/n groaned. “Alexia. That is not how allowances work.”

“It is now,” Alexia said brightly. “Like a budget. Very responsible.”

Y/n slumped forward and buried her face in her girlfriend’s shoulder. “Alexia! How can you be so stubborn!”

“Not stubborn, just full of love,” Alexia whispered, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s temple.

Y/n didn’t move. “What’s the allowance, then?”

“€1000.”

Y/n pulled back, eyes wide. “That’s a weekly allowance?!”

Alexia shrugged, totally unfazed. “It used to be unlimited.”

Y/n stared at her in exhausted silence.

“Would you like to negotiate?” Alexia offered sweetly.

“I’d like to remove myself from this financial arrangement.”

“You can’t, mi amor. I used my allowance to buy exclusive rights.”

“Alexia.”

Alexia grinned. “I like spoiling you. Not my fault.”

“It’s totally your fault,” Y/n said deadpanned.

“You’re like…my spoiled puppy,” Alexia teased, gently cupping Y/n’s jaw.

“No. No puppies, no allowances, no—stop looking at me like that.” Y/n pointed an accusatory finger as Alexia batted her lashes and tilted her head.

“This is serious.” Y/n insisted. “You’re literally bribing me with clothes.”

“I’m investing in your happiness,” Alexia corrected smoothly.

Y/n squinted at her, voice low and dangerous. “I’m going to make you regret this.”

Alexia just smiled. “You’re so pretty when you’re mad, bebé.”

“You will regret this,” Y/n muttered as she stood, snatching one of the shopping bags. “Every time you see me wearing these, I want you to remember I almost bought them myself.”

Alexia watched her go, the proudest smirk tugging at her lips. “That’s my girl.”

Y/n turned back just long enough to glare. “And no sending me shoes to match!”

“I already pressed 'order,'” Alexia called sweetly.

Y/n’s groan could be heard from three rooms away.

Alexia just chuckled to herself, collapsing back onto the sofa.

“Worth every euro.”

#woso x reader #woso fanfic #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas fanfic #alexia putellas

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highway-143 · 2 months ago

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in the dark- nishimura riki

genre: fluff, smut, vampire au

pairing: vampire!riki x fem. villager!reader

taglist: @urlocalmultigroupfan @vrusha01 @minkilicious @planetmarlowe (TAGLIST IS OPEN!)

word count: 8.8k

now playing: bite me, still monster, and given-taken- enhypen

(proofread)

all scenarios are fake and are not meant to harm any idol in the story

(㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

it had been weeks.

not really. it was two days.

two days of the most antagonizing pain riki had ever felt in his life.

he couldn't control anything. his constant thirst for blood, to the point where he was practically starving without it was absolutely horrid.

but his rut was so much worse.

vampires only went through one every four years, and the last time riki had one, he had a partner to cure the ache. but now there was no one.

his old village had burned, down to the very last weed. and everyone had ran. families gathered their children and fled, trekking to another kingdom.

and riki was left alone. he had taken a short trip to the sea to get away from the rising suspicion that the town was beginning to place on him.

he came back to ashes.

his mate had left with her family, leaving him without so much as a note.

so riki left. the village held no more meaning to him anymore. he started his journey, hiking through snow-capped mountians and flower filled valleys to another village.

one that was perfectly thriving. from where he stood on a hill surrounding the quaint town, he could see everyone going about their business.

farmers were sowing their crops, merchants were flaunting their goods for sales, and he could just barely make out the sound of metal on metal coming from the blacksmith's workshop.

and so riki started building. it wasn't his strong suit, but he wasn't a terrible craftsman. he had enough supplies to build a small home, a square room with a bed tucked in the corner, a table and chair opposite it, and a round basin on a counter.

it wasn't much, but it was his home. for now.

he got a job as a farmer, raising the herds of sheep, pigs, cows, and a flock of unruly chickens that didn't take a liking to him.

nobody really knew riki. he spent most of his days in the fields, sometimes swinging an axe at trees or tending to the crops. when he wasn't working, he was at home. his house on the hill rarely visited by villagers.

and that's where he was now, laying on his bed. his back arched as a pathetic moan slipped from his lips. his hand was fisted around his hard cock, pumping swiftly, the throbbing slowly subsiding as he jerked himself off.

this was what his rut did to him. he couldn't fucking see straight when it happened. every attempt to play the normal (or as normal as an isolated man could be) villager was too hard. he constantly had to take breaks at work to relieve himself of an erection, his pants strained to the point of tearing.

when riki finally came, hot liquid spurting from his softened member, he started to think.

he had a few options. one, he could keep his act up and potentially be discovered. (the amount of raw meat he was buying was suspicious, even under the guise of his "all meat diet")

two, he could find a mate. he was too new to the town, too secluded in his house on the hill. nobody would trust him farther than they could throw him.

three, he could take a trip. maybe hike into the woods, lay low for a few weeks, feast on foxes and deer for his blood intake.

three was the best option. it was the only option at this point.

riki started packing his belongings into his satchel. some extra clothes, flint and steel, a knife, bread, and blankets. he rolled up a small burlap tent and strapped it to the bag, locking the door and walking into the forest.

a few hours later, he finds himself at a waterfall, the flow into a pond providing a peaceful enviornment, but also a good place to set up a camp.

riki got to work, pitching the tent next to the pond. he gathers rocks and branches, creating a ring with the stones for a firepit.

and again, his hunger overcame him.

riki's eyes slowly shifted, the chocolate colored irises tinted with a reddish hue. his incisors stang with need, gums tingling at the root.

he needed blood.

as the sun set, riki began to stalk. he used the shadows of trees to his advantage, his vampire instincts telling him what to do. where to go.

a rabbit hopped to a rock by the pond, finding its perch on the slippery surface. riki crept behind it, his feet making almost no noise against the fallen twigs and plants.

the rabbit dipped its head closer to the water, preparing to take a sip until-

squeak

riki's hand shot out, grabbing the creature by the neck. he squeezed, the rabbit thrashing in his grip.

and then it went limp.

dead.

riki licked his lips and bit the animal in its side, finally getting a taste of blood.

but it wasn't as good as human blood.

nothing could beat its sweet, coppery taste. the slight burn as it poured down his throat. riki imagines the rabbit to be a human, the blood tasting a little better in his imagination.

the games had only just begun.

(㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

"y/n! come here, there's someone here to visit you!"

you slowly walk down the stairs, closing the door of your bedroom behind you as you mother calls you from the living room.

"hello, y/n. it's good to see you." says dongmin. his voice is bland, like he has nothing of real importance to say, just words being forced out of his mouth.

dongmin was another villager. he lived on the opposite side of town, closer to the mountians that surrounded the valley than most. his family was well known, his father was the butcher, mother the best seamstress in town.

but dongmin was, to put it bluntly, a fool. he skipped school frequently, choosing to spend the day with his other delinquent friends, exploring the forest or mountians. he was a frequent troublemaker in the town, pulling stunts that any self respecting man wouldn't dare to try.

"dongmin was hoping you would accompany him on an evening stroll tonight, how does that sound?" says your mother, giving you a look that said "if you have any idea what's good for you, you'll go."

you sigh and turn your head to dongmin, nodding. "yes, i would be happy to join you. give me a moment to grab my things."

dongmin frowns and stands up, waiting by the door as you climb the stairs to your room.

when you come back down, your scarf wrapped around your shoulders and your hands wrapped in lace gloves, dongmin holds his arm out. you hook yours around his and he guides you out of your home.

"so, dongmin. what's all this about?"

he sighs and shakes his head. "my parents said it was about time i find a woman to marry."

you stare up at him in shock. sure, dongmin was a handsome boy. he had sharp features and a strong body that was only accented by his fitted clothing, courtesy of his mother, but you couldn't imagine yourself attatched to such a brute of a man.

"and you chose me?"

"do you really think i would choose you?" he asks, laughing sarcastically. "my parents chose you because you're the mayor's daughter. i don't want some prissy socialite princess. i don't even want a wife yet." he shakes his head again. "but i don't really care. i'll just marry you to please them."

you laugh incredulously. "so, let me get this straight" you say, hand tightening around dongmin's bicep. "you're only going to marry me because it's convenient. did you ever stop to think i don't want to marry you? that i have choices too? or did you perhaps think that every woman just pines after you?"

dongmin pauses, his steps halted at your bold words. "yeah, pretty much."

you pull your hand off of his arm and push him, hands splayed against his chest as you heave with all the force you have in your body.

dongmin stumbles back, staring at you in shock.

"oh you messed up, princess." he says darkly, his eyes turning into something meaner.

dongmin reaches out and grabs you by the arm, bruising your skin as he pulls you with him. you beat your free arm against his hand, trying to pry yourself out of his grasp while he drags you toward your home.

"let go! let go of me you filthy bastard!" you scream, only earning a tighter grip and a glare from dongmin.

"who's the bastard here? me or the little bitch who won't do as her family wishes?"

you furiously dig your heels into the dirt road, trying to stop dongmin, but he only pulls you harder, tugging you towards your front door.

your mom opens it, looking confused at the screaming.

"what on earth is going on?"

"he-"

dongmin cuts you off. "your daughter is refusing to marry me. i suggest you talk some sense into her, or else my parents won't keep up their end of the deal with you."

"y/n! what in the world has gotten into you!? apologise to dongmin right now!"

you bite back snarky comments and mutter "sorry."

"give her a few days to think. i promise you she will have an answer soon." your mom says, patting dongmin's arm in the exact spot where you were just hitting him.

"fine." dongmin turns and walks back down the road, not giving you a second glance.

after a long scolding from your mother, you find yourself locked in your bedroom, instructed to not come out until you agreed to marriage with dongmin.

the evening glow cast shadows around your room, figures appearing on your walls that once scared you as a child.

but the meadow outside your window was beautiful. lit with the same glow, the sunlight cast golden light onto the scattered daisies and dandelions. the grass waved in the wind, bringing the scent of spring to your nose as you gazed out at the pretty scene.

without even thinking you begin to climb. you lower one boot-clad foot out of the window, eventually swinging the other out to sit on the edge.

it was dangerous, but you didn't care. the beauty of the meadow was calling to you, your room was growing more and more suffocating by the minute.

so you jumped. right off the second story window.

thankfully, there were a few hay bales there to break your fall, but it still didn't feel good. your dress caught on a few reeds and you had to pause to untagle them.

you grab a lantern from the hook by the front door and run, racing through the meadow, past a small home on the hill, and into the forest.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

riki groans into the frigid night air, his hands working at his cock so fast, the skin was turning red.

he pumped erratically at his hard member, trying to calm the incessant throbbing that seemed to follow him all day.

he didn't wear clothes anymore. it didn't matter here, and it made everything easier anyways. whenever he got hard, he didn't have to fumble with his pants or catch his shaking fingers on his shirt.

he let a loud moan escape his lips, his hips stuttering against his hand as his load of cum poured onto his hands, his thighs, and then the ground, soaking the soil below him.

and then he freezes.

because he hears a voice.

"hello?" you call, seeing the faint glow of embers illuminating a tent near the pond.

you were a frequent visitor to the area, the calming beauty of the flowers near the water's edge providing solace when your parents were too infuriating.

you hear scrambling coming from the tent, and it rustles as a figure appears, coming out of the tent and into the glow of your lantern.

"what are you doing here?" asks the tall man standing in front of you.

and you gasp, averting your gaze.

because he was naked.

"i... uhhh.... i just..."

the stranger smirks, stepping closer to you. you try your hardest to look in any direction but his, try to pretend you dont see anything.

but you cant help it.

the way his chest is so perfectly sculpted, abs shadowed in the glow of your light. his shoulders taper to his waist, the slope so effortlessly smooth.

and then his hips lead to-

your eyes snap up to his face, stopping yourself from looking at his cum-soaked dick.

and god, his face.

his hair fell around his ears, not long, but enough to where it was unruly and slightly tangled. his eyes were like a crystal ball, his dark gaze piercing your eyes, a faint reddish hue to their color in the dim lights. his nose was perfectly angled, casting a shadow over his high cheekbones, and his lips were so beautifully full.

his grin widens maliciously. "what are you doing here, sweetheart?"

"i... i came to get away. to relax." you manage to say.

"relax? so late at night?"

"yeah." you walk over to the pond, taking a seat on a rock. "why are you here??"

he struts over to you, taking a seat on the ground below you, legs spread provocatively.

"i came to get away too. needed a break from everyo-"

you cut him off, unable to focus on his words while he sat so sexily.

"excuse me, can you... cover up? it's a little uncomfortable."

"what's wrong, sweetheart? never seen a naked man before?" he laughs at the blush that spreads across your cheeks.

"please."

he stands and walks to the tent, leaving you to wave your fingers through the cool water of the pond.

riki pulls on his trousers, debating his next move. he should gain your trust, become your friend. but the temptation to feast on your blood, to fuck you senseless, to break you, was too great.

he needed something, anything, to get him through this rut. and having such a pretty little meal like you would be the perfect way to solve his problem.

riki climbed back out of the tent, his pants fastened around his waist now. but there was still a bulge in the fabric.

"as i was saying," he starts, startling you from the trance the water had you under. "i came out to take a break. people can be too much, you know?"

you laugh bitterly. "yeah."

"what's your name?" he asks.

"y/n. yours?"

"riki. nice to meet you. what happened to you? why are you running so late at night?"

you shake your head. "my parents want me to marry a complete retard of a man. they locked me in my room. i had to get out."

"fair," says riki, nodding his head and pursing his lips. "i get that."

"do you mind if i stay here tonight? there's a cave behind the waterfall that i have some blankets and stuff stored in."

riki looks at you in surprise. "really?" he asks.

"yeah."

he laughs and walks back to his tent. "be my guest."

you wait for him to go back into the tent before preparing to go to the cave. the pond surrounded the waterfall, so the only way to get into it was to swim in. you had done it plenty of times before.

but riki wasn't there any of those times.

no one was.

so when you begin to remove your dress, unbuttoning the front until it slid from your shoulders, unlacing your corset, and pulling off your undergarments, you feel exposed.

you've never felt so vulnerable. riki stayed in the tent, but knowing he was only mere inches away sent a thrill through your body.

you dive into the pond, the icy water sending a much needed shock into your system. when you reach the waterfall, you duck under and pull yourself up on the rocks hidden behind it, climbing into the spacious cave.

the box of blankets and food that you had brought in were still there, untouched. you pull a blanket around your shoulders and huddle against a smooth patch of rocks, the sound of the waterfall helping you relax as you drifted off to sleep.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

riki crawls out of the tent, the light of morning sending a glow through the little grotto. he starts another fire, and gets up to find his prey once more.

but then he stops.

because your clothes, all of them, are sitting right there. right by where he slept only minutes ago.

he groans at the thought of you, somewhere behind that waterfall, naked. completely vulnerable to him. unable to call for help.

unable to run away.

he picks up your corset, feeling the soft leather bend in his hands, tracing the line of where your breasts once rested.

then he snatches your undergarments, the lace panties so delicate, so you.

and riki brings them to his nose, sniffing the fabric, smelling you.

his hand immediately travels to his bare dick as he inhales your scent, fingers sliding around his hard member, hips thrusting into his hand.

damn, he wishes it was you. wishes it was your little hole he was pounding into, ripping apart.

so he does the next best thing. he wraps your panties around his cock, the cloth burning it as he thrusted into it.

and when he finally came, he let it gather in your panties, the garment catching his thick release, sure enough to stain it.

riki groans and tosses the spent material to the ground, along with the rest of your clothes, as he starts to hunt.

today's victim was a fox, the unsuspecting animal meeting the same fate as the rabbit, and many others before it. riki sinks his teeth into the dead body, drinking his fill of it's blood.

and wishing it was yours.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

riki makes his way back to the camp, hoping to find you awake.

but he is disappointed. your clothes are exactly where he left them, and nothing looks touched.

that's when he has an idea.

he picks up all of your belongings, carrying them to a fallen tree, the leaves providing a hiding spot for the bundle of fabric that riki held.

the perfect way to keep you vulnerable.

riki chuckled to himself and went back to his tent, waiting for you to come out.

and his wait was not in vain, because only minutes later, he heard a splash that could only be you hitting the pond.

he climbed out of the tent, faking sleepiness as he went to the fire, pretending not to notice you swimming under the water.

you surfaced near the rocks, gasping for air as you climbed out, pushing the hair away from your face.

and when you catch riki staring, you let a shriek sound through the woods.

riki just laughs, watching as you desperately try to hide your bare body from his gaze.

"where are my clothes!?" you say, practically yelling.

riki plays dumb. "what clothes?"

"the clothes i was wearing yesterday," you run over to the tent, crawling in and giving riki a splendid but infuriating view of your ass as you grab the quilt and wrap it around your chest. "the clothes i left right there."

"i never saw any clothes," riki lies. "maybe an animal took them?"

"yeah..." you say, irritated. "how the hell am i getting home now?"

you sit on the rocks, watching the waterfall, not even noticing as riki stands up and goes to the tent.

he comes back over to you, clearing his throat to get your attention.

you look over at him, and see him handing you a shirt.

"thanks." you say, smiling up at him.

"sure."

riki smirks to himself as he heads back to the fire. he has your trust. it was too easy.

he can't help but adjust himself in his pants as you sit by him at the fire, his shirt hanging just below your ass, and your nipples peaking against the thin blouse. fucking sexy.

his breaking point was when you turned to him, starting to ask a question.

you never got to finish.

because riki cut you off by tackling you to the ground, pinning your arms to your sides as he sat on your legs.

"riki, what the hell are you doing!?" you scream, twisting your body in a desperate attempt to get out of his grasp.

he remains silent, bending down to press a soft kiss to your neck, sucking on your skin.

you moan in pleasure, and riki laughs, his smile pressing against you.

"what are you doing?" you repeat, this time less urgently.

"what i wanted to do last night, sweetheart"

and then he bites.

you scream in pain as his teeth pierce your skin, the sensitiveness of your neck not aiding in how much the bite had hurt. you feel his tounge stretch out to suck the puncture, sucking on the warm liquid pooling out of you until you began to feel lightheaded.

and then everything went black.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

you wake to the feeling of water on your face.

not just water, rain. the trees above you provided minimal cover from the droplets that were falling from the sky faster and faster.

you roll over, and immediately throw up, your gut heaving as you emptied your stomach. your ribs ached as you lay back down, acepting the splashes of rain on your face as you recover.

what happened last night?

your hand trails up your uncovered body, trying to find where that stinging sensation was coming from.

riki.

he bit you. he drank your blood.

what was he?

you sit up, head spinning. your body feels so sore, especially between your legs. your thighs hurt with a pain you had never experienced before, your cunt feeling stretched and... used.

did he... there was no way.

you storm to riki's tent, finding him laying back on the quilt.

"afternoon, sweetheart. you slept all day." he smirks up at you, hands resting behind his head.

"what did you do to me!?" you scream, not caring how both of you were naked. that was the least of your worries.

"what do you mean?" says riki, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"you know what you did, you fucking pervert!" you grab the end of the quilt and drag riki out into the rain, his smirk never ceasing even when the water soaks his face.

"yeah, i do. and it was worth it."

you scoff and kick his leg, making him laugh. "you know, you were pretty tight while you were asleep. it felt so fucking good. but next time, i want to hear your screams as you beg for me to ruin you."

"you must be stupid if you think there will be a second time."

riki stands up, hair soaked from the rain now. "there will be a next time," he growls, grabbing your chin with his hand. "you know why? because you're mine. all fucking mine." he leans down to press his lips to your ear, making you shiver at the touch. "and you know you want it. don't fucking lie, sweetheart. you love the ache between your legs, you want more. am i wrong?"

you whimper as his hand grips your waist, holding onto you like you would run away.

you should've ran.

but you couldn't.

riki pulls you against him, and you give a halfhearted fight, not willing to admit that the way his cock pressed between you was glorious.

he tilts your chin up to look at him, and then his lips crash onto yours.

the rain continued pouring, now in torrents as you and riki embrace, lips locked in a passionate dance fuled by anger and need.

riki nips at your lip, pulling at it as he moves away.

"where are you..."

he answers you with a jump into the pond, and you follow him, joining him as he swims for the cave. the rain pattered against the rippling surface of the water, riki's strokes creating waves through the pool.

when you had reached the dark room, riki was on top of you again. his lips trailed over your jaw, working their way down to the curve of your collarbone.

and you moan when he presses his hands against your chest, neading your breasts as his lips trailed firey kisses around your neck.

he paused at a particularly sweet spot below your ear, licking and nipping at your skin.

and then he bit you.

again.

the burning pain had your body writhing in riki's grasp, your hands clenching on his biceps as he dug his fangs into you, taking more of your blood.

but he held back. enough so you wouldn't pass out. so you would stay awake while he fucked you.

you whimper when he pulls his teeth out, the two puncture wounds leaking blood. your head spun from the feeling of riki's hands on you, mingled with the loss of blood. everything was too much.

riki's dick rubs against your stomach, and he starts grinding against you, slipping a thigh between your legs to apply a small amount of pressure to your cunt.

you groan at the feel of him, the impossible hardness of his cock grazing your skin was heaven.

"feel that, sweetheart?" he moans, his grinds against your pelvis never ceasing. "feel what you fucking do to me? damn slut, walking around like that. you deserve this, yeah?"

your only response was his name, called out like a plea.

because it was. it was a plea for him to destroy you.

riki pushes you to the ground, forcing your knees to the cold stone. he bends over you, settling between your spread legs.

"little whore. so fucking needy," he groans, tossing one of your legs over his shoulder harshly, like it was a sack of potatoes.

"riki... please!" you whine, tugging at his shoulders.

he smirks again. "begging now, sweetheart? please what? please let me go, riki? or maybe please fuck me, riki. please fill me up like the good little cumdump i am." he mocks you, giving your thigh a slap.

"ah- riki, please... please fuck me!" you groan as riki's thumb presses against your clit, rubbing your tender nub as he chuckled.

"new it. fucking knew it. such a little slut, begging for a vampire to fuck her. such a needy little baby." his fingers leave your clit, and you whine at the loss of stimulation. riki slaps your thigh again, causing tears to well up in your stinging eyes. "you take what i give you, slut. don't whine to me when i'm about to give you my fucking cock."

riki lines his dick with your entrance, and shoves in, not giving you any warning before he was fully sheathed inside of your pulsing cunt.

"ah, so tight. tighter when you're awake, shit..." he starts thrusting into you, his cock easily sliding in and out of your wet pussy as he pounds into you.

a tear falls down your cheek, and the sobs follow, painting your face like the rain falling outside. riki's cock buried into you, hitting so deep you jerked at every thrust.

"crying, huh? what does a little whore like you have to cry about? fucking begged for my dick, now take it." riki thrusts harder, the sounds of his wet skin against yours echoing through the cave. everything sounded so loud.

when riki sensed your orgasm approaching, he pulled out, keeping you on the brink of release.

"riki! please... i need..." you grasp for his arms, hips scooting towards him, trying to push his dick back into your needy hole.

"aw, sweetheart, what do you want?"

"wanna cum! please!" the desperation is etched across your face as riki laughs at you.

"you cum when i cum, slut."

you whine as riki pushes back in, his cock filling you so perfectly. exactly how it was supposed to.

when riki finally started feeling his orgasm approaching, he let a loud moan rip from his swollen lips, filling the cave. "want to cum, sweetheart?"

you nod wildly, words failing you as you cried.

"ah.. gonna fucking fill you with my babies, yeah? gonna send you back all filled with me, carrying my kids.... gonna be a mommy, yeah?"

"yes, riki... please, please give me your babies..."

his hips smack against you one final time before his seed spills into you, filling you up while you shook around his cock, clenching around him.

"god, y/n... fucking perfect... my sweetheart," riki smiles and collapses over you, his dick buried deep inside of you, keeping his cum in you for as long as possible.

"riki," you whisper, afraid.

"what?"

"y-you're a vampire?"

"you thought i bite people for fun?" he flashes his sharp canines at you, a little grin gracing his full lips. "yeah."

you stare at him in fear. "what does that mean?"

"well technically, i'm half vampire. i can live normally most of the time, i can go in the sun and stuff, but i do have the ruts and i need blood every once and a while."

your brain expands, taking in all the impossible information he was giving you. "so... when is it over?"

"'bout two more weeks. that's why i came out here. it was easier."

"hmm...."

riki's hand grips yours, and you fall asleep next to him, the cool cave calming your heated bodies.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

"i need to go back now," you say to riki, his eyes filled with sleep and hunger from you waking him so early.

"mhmm..." he groans, grabbing a stick to toss in the fire.

"people will wonder... it's been a whole day."

he nods and frowns. "why can't you stay out here?"

"riki, my family will worry. if they haven't already started to. and i will come back for you, i promise."

"swear on the moon."

"the moon?" you look over at him, confused.

"a vampire thing. it's like swearing that you will uphold your promise no matter what, like the moon is always there no matter what. it's there even during the day, always watching."

you laugh and comply. "i swear on the moon."

but as riki watches you go, wearing nothing but the shirt he had given you and carrying your lantern, he couldn't help but worry.

because what if you didn't keep your promise?

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

everything was quiet.

it was creepy, the way the town was so lonely and cold during the first hours of dawn. a faint glow came from the horizon, turning the sky a lighter shade of blue where the sun would soon rise.

you dart down to your house, climbing up the wall and into your room, shutting the curtians quietly.

the whole house was quiet, the sounds of your parent's and sibling's snoring coming from their rooms.

you silently tug off riki's shirt, the flowy material soft in your hands as you stares at it with teary eyes. you stow it inside your pillow, hiding it from your family.

you slip into a nightgown and climb into bed, tugging the covers over your shoulders and feigning sleep when you hear footsteps outside your door.

your mom knocks against the wood, and you pretend to stir from sleep. "what?" you call, rustling in your bed.

"let me in." she says, voice flat.

you stand and open the door, and your mom barges into your room.

"i know you haven't decided yet," she starts, "but it doesn't matter anymore. you will marry dongmin, you will uphold the family name, understood?"

your protests were futile. your mom cuts you off at every attempt to argue that you wouldn't marry dongmin.

you couldn't.

not when riki was in the forest, waiting for you. needing you.

and you needed him. needed the escape he offered, needed his dominance to ground yourself in the mess that was your life.

your mom leaves the room, leaving you a fit of tears, your hand caressing the marks riki had left on your neck.

you wouldn't marry dongmin.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

now that you were being forced into marriage, you were out of your room. all day, in fact. you were dragged around town by your mother, preparing for the wedding.

four days. that's how much time you had to find a way out.

you could run, but you didn't know how to survive in the wild for a long time, and you had never been farther out of the valley than the waterfall.

you could camp there, but it was close enough to the town that search parties would look for you there.

so your best bet was to destroy the arrangement from the inside. but you couldn't figure out how.

after a long day of delivering invitations, you collapse on your bed. everything was too much.

you needed riki.

so you pull on his shirt, grabbing a pair of working pants from your older brother's wardrobe and pulling them on.

you hike past the house on the hill and into the forest, lamp in hand, anticipation swirling in your veins.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

riki sighs, his arms floading at the surface of the pond. it was relaxing, really. the way the water clung to his body, cooling the heat that had been there all day.

his head snaps up as he hears the rustle of leaves. perhaps a deer, coming to drink from the pond, a perfect meal.

but it wasnt a deer, it was you.

riki groaned at the sight of you, hair loose and flowing down your shoulders, his shirt clinging to you with sweat.

and you weren't wearing anything under it.

your breasts rubbed against the fabric, nipples showing behind the thin material. so provocative.

so beautiful.

you sit at the water's edge, leaning forward to look at riki, a look of uncertianty painted across his face.

"i promised," you say, grinning as riki swims closer to you.

"yeah, you did." he breathes across your face, sweeping your lips into a tender kiss. "i knew you would, little whore. my whore"

you moan into his lips, his tounge swiping across your mouth, then barging in, prying your jaw apart as he tasted you, swirled his tounge around yours.

you reciprocated, tounge caressing his fangs, eliciting a strangled sound from riki's throat.

"don't fucking do that," he says, gripping your arm. "i can't take it... shit"

you look up at him, eyes big and sweet. "riki, let me help you," you whisper, the words charged with something bigger than the both of you could possibly imagine. "let me take care of you."

riki moans and tugs you into the pond, moving towards the cave.

you wade into the water, still clothed as riki guides you under the waterfall and lifts you into the darkness.

he sits down, pulling you into his lap and resting his back against the cavern wall. his hands slide under the band of your wet pants, pushing them down your legs gently.

you rub your hands over his bare chest, massaging his taut muscles as he kisses you, teeth digging into your bottom lip. every noise was amplified in the cave, every shift heightened in the darkness, the waterfall covering most of the sound.

riki whimpers against your mouth, gripping your hips as you rolled them against his hard cock. his senses were hightened in the damp cave, the cool rocks on his skin grounding him as his dick throbbed for you.

"please-" he moans, biting your lip. he couldn't think straight, he was lost in you. lost in you scent, your body, everything.

you grip his cock, earning a few supressed noises from riki as you lined him with your entrance, slowly taking all of him in, sitting on his lap fully.

"ah- sweetheart... fucking hell, you can't do this to me." his lips trail from your lips to your neck, licking at the spots where he had bit you before, nursing the red scars.

you whimper and start rolling your hips, riki tensing below you, his hands bruising your waist through his thin blouse as he held on to you for dear life.

his pitiful wimpers fill the cave, his pelvis jerking as you fucked him, riding him to the brink of losing his mind.

"ah-ah... sweetheart, please... please, fuck, i can't" he digs his head into the curve of your shoulder, you could feel the wetnes of his hair fall down your back as you rode him harder, thighs burning.

you squeeze riki's arms, almost close to your release. "cum for me, riki... please"

he goans and spills into your slick cunt, his cum painting your walls white as you shiddered around him. his teeth dug into your shoulder, but the pain was less noticeable while you rode out your high. he lapped at your wound like a hungry beast.

because he was. he was a hungry vampire with a thirst for blood.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

riki holds you close, his arm wrapped around you as you sit against the cave wall together. his hand threaded through your messy hair, stroking your head. the sensation was absolutely wonderful, his long arms holing you close.

like somebody cared for you. about you.

"what's happening with the marriage?" he asks, carefully treading the sensitive topic.

you sigh and curl against him, tracing your fingers over the outline of his abs. "well, there's no way out. they're forcing me to marry dongmin."

"dongmin? you mean the butcher's son?" asks riki, looking down at you.

"yeah, why?"

riki laughs and shakes his head. "that little douchebag wouldn't know what to do with an apple if his parents didn't tell him first."

you chuckle. "yeah. i don't want to marry him though. my parents are adamant about it."

"mhmm..." riki rests his head on yours, the pressure soothing you off to sleep.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

"lets go, y/n." your mom grips your wrist, pulling you out the front door.

today was the day before the wedding. and everything was wrong. you hadn't seen riki in two days, too tired at the end of the day to hike to the pond. dongmin followed you everywhere, along with your mom. there were eyes on you at all times, even while you slept.

now was time to get your dress. your mom took you to dongmin's mother, mrs. lee's shop, having her fit you for the dress.

the fitting was fairly normal. as normal as a room filled with resentment could be, at least.

when mrs. lee has you take off your dress and stand on a pedestal, she gasps.

the bites.

she saw the bites. the marks riki had left on you, the ones you thought could be hidden by high necked dresses and well placed hair.

but no, now your mother and mrs. lee knew.

"what is that!?" yells your mother, face red in anger.

"what is what?"

mrs. lee shakes her head. "you have bites, dear. what are they from?"

you fake innocence. "i don't know what you're talking about, i haven't seen any bites."

"well dear, they're clear as day. do you have bedbugs perhaps?"

"maybe," you say, nerves shot with fear. "i probably do. but they'll go away."

mrs. lee nods her head, fiddling with scraps of fabric. "it's fine, we'll just have to do a high neck dress."

you bite back a groan, sitting straight while she messed with the dress. your mom glared at you, sending a chill through your body.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

that night, you climb out your window again.

you had to see riki.

the lantern provides better sight in the haze of dusk. you took some fruit from the basket in the kitchen, slipping a few apples in your pockets as you ran through the field.

the house on the hill was lit, a faint glow coming from the windows, dimmed by red curtians.

you speedwalk past it, trying to go to the forest unnoticed, but a whistle stops you.

your head swivels, searching for the sudden noise. you look towards the house and see riki hanging out the window, smirking at you.

"riki!" you drop the lantern and run to kiss him, hands cupping his jaw.

"hey, sweetheart," he says when you break apart. "i missed you."

"me too." you agree. riki offers you his hand and you climb through the window, sliding into the tiny room.

"i didn't know you lived here," you spin around the room, taking in the place that a vampire called home. "it's cute."

"you know how much i love cute things," says riki, laughing while shaking his head.

"you like me, i'm pretty cute!" you joke, sitting next to him on his bed. he was so obviously hard, his erection showing through the fabric of his trousers. it took all of his strength not to pounce on you, not to fuck your brains out on his bed.

"yeah, i do."

you sit in silence for a heartbeat, words that the two of you left unspoken threatening to show themselves in the candlelight. you had so much to tell riki, and not enough time.

"riki, i-"

"y/n-"

you laugh at the awkward situation, and riki rubs the back of his neck with his hands. "you go" he offers.

"i like you riki. more than i should. i know that all this... physical... stuff was just because of your rut, but i've fallen in love with you. and i feel like i'm drowning and nobody can save me, except for you. the wedding is tomorrow and i don't know how things are going to turn out, but i love you, and i had to tell you before it was too late."

all riki can do is look at you in amusement, his eyebrow raised cunningly.

"i'm in love with you too, y/n. every moment with you feels so right. i feel so comfortable with you, so normal. being a vampire doesn't matter to you, and the fact that you were so willing to help me was what made me realize that this is love. when you talked about the wedding and dongmin... i got so angry. all i want to do is protect you, to help you like you helped me. but i don't know how to do that." he buries his head in his hands, shoulders hunched.

you rub his back, his spine tensing at your soft touch. "its okay, riki... i will find a way to get out of it. i can't marry him... i won't. i swear on the moon i'll find a way."

he leans over to you, pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss, his mouth moving in perfect harmony with yours. he grabs your chin with his hand, pulling your lips harder into his, opening his mouth to you.

you climb onto his lap, straddling him and gripping his shoulders while he deepened the kiss, his hands finding your waist. he kissed you so passionately, promises laced with need as he groaned into your mouth.

promises to keep you safe, to love you as much as he could.

he twisted your bodies, laying you gently against his bed. "sweetheart, i'm gonna try and go slow for you... but i might break... i'll try."

"do whatever you want, i love you."

"fuckkk-" he groans, lips catching yours in another eager kiss.

he slipped his hands under your waistband, pulling your pants and undergarments down your shaking legs. his calloused fingers scraped across your skin sensually, every brush like fire on your already hot skin. he laughs as an apple rolls out, the sentiment sweet.

"let me taste you... please?"

you nodded your head, words unable to form in your mouth. riki worked his way down, spreading your legs wide, arms pinning them down.

"damn... baby, your cunt is so gorgeous..." riki groans as he leans his head down to smell you.

and then his tounge sticks out, giving a tiny lick to your clit, and you spiraled.

everything felt so new, so amazing, that you could barely breathe. every sensation pushed you closer and closer to the brink of collapse. riki moved a hand to your folds, slowly twirling circles around your hole as he sucked on your clit. his fingers gathered your slick, and he shoved them in his mouth, sucking your taste off of his digits.

your legs trembled around his head, his strong arms the only thing keeping them from snapping back around his head. his tounge darted out in precise movements, licking through your folds.

his cock was throbbing now, the pain only made up for by how sweet you tasted. riki unbuckled his pants and pulled them off, rubbing his member with his hand. there was already a pool of precum on the tip, dripping down his length.

he sucked on your clit, your eyes fluttering at the feeling of his wet muscle on your cunt. you thrusted your hips up into his face, begging for more.

your hands found their way to his head, threading through his thick, dark hair, pushing him deeper into you.

he laughed against your pussy, the vibrations enough to make your legs twitch violently. his tounge jutted into your hole, sending a harsh moan from your mouth.

"ki... ah- i'm gonna cum, please!" you whined, his tounge swirling inside your pulsing cunt. every sense was heightened as you were pulled closer to release. riki's lips continued their assault on your aching hole, sucking on your swollen folds.

he continued pumping his dick, almost close to cumming himself. "cum on my face, baby" he groaned.

you snapped, the pressure building in your stomach released as you pulsed around his tounge. your legs closed around his head, holding him in place while he lapped up your wetness.

his own relief came as well, his cum flowing from his dick in rivulets, pouring into his hand and onto the floor. riki climbed over you, pushing his cum covered fingers into your mouth.

you groaned around his digits, his salty taste filling your mouth as you licked his fingers clean of his cum.

"fuck," he moaned, taking his hand away. "so beautiful... taste so good"

your hands wrap around him, nails scraping his back as he kissed you again. you could taste yourself on him, and riki could taste his release on you.

everything else seemed to dissapear, it was just you and riki on his bed, loving each other so passionately that the rest of the world was quiet.

but as you were wrapped in riki's arms, the sounds of night echoing outside, you couldn't worry about tomorrow. because all that mattered was that riki was with you now, loving you now.

and you wished it could last forever.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

you wake to the sound of birds chirping.

the moring light seeped through riki's curtians, painting the room in a hazy red light. his arms were wrapped around your back, hand tracing patterns on your spine.

"morning" he says, smiling with sleepy eyes.

"hey" you reply, leaning up to give him a peck on the lips.

you lay in his embrace, his warmth enveloping you as you started drifting back to sleep.

and then you froze.

you shot up out of bed, eyes wild with fear. "shit, the wedding!"

riki groans, rolling over. "just stay here"

"riki, i can't..."

he frowns, brows furrowed. "yes, you can."

"they're gonna look for me if i don't show up."

you stand up, collecting your clothes from the floor. "i'm sorry, ki. i will find a way out" you slip your pants on. "i swore on the moon, remember?"

riki turns, looking out the window, hiding the tears that were beginning to form in his dark eyes.

you don't notice as a tear falls down his red cheek, his hand sweeping up to collect it quickly. "yeah."

he stands and walks over to you, grabbing your hand. "if you dont find a way, please know that i love you. that someone loves you."

your own tears start to fall, and you pull riki into a hug. "don't say that, ki... we have to keep up hope, please."

another tear escapes his eyes, slipping into your messy hair. a mark of how much he cared for you left unknowingly.

"i know."

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

dongmin stands next to the reverend, his hair styled nicely for the first time in forever. flowers surround the aisle, the field set up for a wedding ceremony.

your legs shake with fear as you walk between the aisles of chairs filled with people you barely knew. your hands trembled around the bouquet of roses that you held, threatening to drop them.

your gaze catches riki's house, only yards away. your eyes well up with tears as you walk towards a life that you didn't want. one you never wanted.

the piano that had been wheeled out plays a hymn that should've brought happiness, but only scared you. the tune of the keys sounded otherworldly as you reach the reverend.

your parents glare at you with knowing eyes, telling you not to mess up without even uttering a word.

the reverend starts speaking, his speech sounding like another language as you stare blankly into dongmin's eyes.

on the hill, riki gazes out his window, watching the ceremony. the words carry on the wind, the reverend's voice reaching his home.

sobs filled his body, his heart feeling like it had been crushed under your foot. he shouldn't have done this. he shouldn't have gotten attached.

but he did. and now you were getting married to somebody that wasn't him.

the tears turn to rage as he watched dongmin start talking, presumably speaking false vows, promises that would undoubtedly be broken.

he snaps, jumping from his bed and racing out of his house, running barefoot down the hill to the venue.

you stare at the reverend as he turns to dongmin. "do you, lee dongmin, take y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"yes."

"and do you, y/n-"

"wait!"

the crowd turns their heads, confusion spread across everyone's faces as they searced for the face of the deep voice that interrupted the ceremony.

riki stands at the end of the aisle, bent over and completely out of breath.

your mom jumps up. "what are you doing?! who are you!?" she shrieks, voice strained.

"i..." riki catches his breath, looking up at your shocked face. "i came to save y/n"

your mom stomps over to him, grabbing his arm. "she doesn't need saving."

he tosses her off with ease, his height an advantage as he walks up to you. "yes, she does. doesn't anyone see how unhappy she is? how much she doesn't want to be here?" he turns back to the crowd. "or are all of you blind? does she look like a bride filled with joy?"

dongmin pulls riki away from you by the shoulder, and riki shoves his hand away. "don't you dare touch me, bastard."

dongmin steps closer to riki, grabbing his wrist. "i do what i want." he whispers. "leave. this has nothing to do with you."

riki doesn't bother to stay quiet. "i won't leave. you know why? because i love y/n. i really love her. and i'm willing to do whatever it takes to get her away from you."

dongmin laughs and shakes his head. he looks down at you, his chest shaking with sarcastic laughter. "what did you do? little whore. probably slept with him, huh?"

you stay quiet, scared. riki stands between you and dongmin, shielding you from him. "so what? it doesn't matter what happened. she doesn't want this, so why are you forcing her?"

dongmin glares at riki. "fine, you can have the little bitch. fucking used anyways."

riki growls and grabs dongmin by his arm, pulling him back and-

crack

the next thing you know, dongmin is curled on the floor, blood pouring from his nose. everyone is scrambling, either to help him or to talk to you, bombarding you with questions and accusations.

riki turns to you amidst all the chaos, wiping blood off of his fist, pulling you close to him. "did i mention you look beautiful?"

you laugh and give him a kiss, turning to find your mother, who was pressing through the crowd to get to you.

"i won't marry him, mother. i love riki. that should be enough for you."

she pauses in her tracks, looking from you to riki, then back at you.

she frowns, but nods her head, a silent acknowledgement of your decision. one she might not be happy about, but can agree to.

as the masses disperse, you walk over to where dongmin was sitting on the grass.

you lean down to him, whispering so only he can hear.

"this is for being a complete asshole"

and you kick him in his soft spot, riki's laugh ringing loud and deep from where he was standing behind you.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

a.n- oh my lorddddd that was a roller coaster for me.... i cant with vampire riki damn.... also i realized like halfway through its giving disney movie meets dr. quinn vibes help ToT again, if you want to see more vampire aus lmk and the taglist is always open if youd like to join!

as always, comment or reblog if you liked it!

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stjohnstarling · 1 year ago

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luvvyouforever · 5 months ago

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thinking about a fem4fem relationship with haley ౨ৎ

❀ she gets so blushy and giddy when you compliment her, especially during the beginnings of your relationship. she'll hide it at first, going back home and thinking about your words all night, but eventually you get to see her sweet smile more and more.

❀ at first, she saw you as competition, or maybe just envy. you're the new farmer, you're pretty, you dress in cute clothes like her, you're drawing attention away from her. she pouts and grumbles everytime someone brings you up.

❀ but then she starts looking for you more. she starts admiring your flower dance dress, she roots for you at the egg hunt, she admires you when you're fishing at the pier while she's tanning. she brings all this up to alex, just rambling, and he looks at her like "seriously?"

❀ alex sweetly informs haley that she has a crush on you. she gets defensive, but when alex starts listing off all these "symptoms" of a crush, she blushes more and more.

❀ even though she knows she has a crush on you, she waits for you to say something first. she'll make hints and seek you out, but in no way will she potentially face the embarrassment of your rejection. when you finally ask her on a date, she's over the moon.

❀ loves loves loves coordinating outfits. you'll have bikinis in the same color, cute silk matching pajamas that she bought out in zuzu, similar winter coat shapes, matching cowboy boots. she always makes excuses like "they were on sale if you bought two!" but you know there's more to it.

❀ she enjoys peaceful nights at the farmhouse where you're doing your nightly routines together in the mirror, haley moisturizing her skin, you applying pimple patches.

❀ likes having you paint her nails. you'll sit on the couch, or maybe the front porch on a swing, her feet lazily perched in your lap while you apply pink polish to her toes. and then you reach for her hands and she keeps them as still as she can for you.

❀ genuinely thrives so much on your praise and love. and she takes it so seriously too! when someone like alex compliments her hair, she smiles, but he doesn't know the work that went into creating the perfect windswept blowout look. but you do.

❀ there's usually never much discourse about who spoons who or who "wears the pants" in the relationship. dating haley is balanced and things just fall the way they do. you know when to be the big spoon for her and she knows when to let you lay your head down in her lap, her fingers running through your hair.

❀ this is so cheesy and typical but she really does like when you give each other makeovers. it's so quiet and intimate and she relishes in your gentle touches on her face as you do her eyeliner. (also imagine this with an alt!farmer, like someone who gravitates towards a darker makeup style than her, and how fun it would be to switch styles for a night in the house).

❀ lowkey though your bathroom is a wreck. a hundred bottles in the shower, makeup scattered along the counter, sweet sticky notes stuck to the mirror, necklaces and jewelry hanging haphazardly on an organizer on the back wall.

❀ no matter who proposes to who and who receives the mermaid pendant, the other will get something of equal significance. haley would opt for a necklace of her own, something with your initials engraved on it.

❀ loves giving and receiving flowers. her eyes just light up so much when she walks in to a fresh bouquet of sunflowers, having just been plucked from your own garden and arranged beautifully. she thinks you would be a florist in another life. she prefers walking around the valley, taking pictures and collecting the prettiest wildflowers along the way to present to you.

❀ speaking of taking pictures, you're her best model! she'll take photos of you working on the farm, photos of you lying next to her on the beach, photos of you posed on the bed, dressed in little to nothing. says you make the prettiest photos for her.

❀ haley's lowk a freak in some ways. she kinda craves to be worshipped, but also wants to worship you. so she thrives on praise in and out of the bedroom. adores having you kiss her, tell her how beautiful she is, and she returns the favor for you.

❀ the easiest way to really get her flustered and needy is to ramp up the praise, making it almost extreme. tell her she's a goddess, she's a queen, nobody else could ever compare to her, you're so lucky to have such a pretty girl in your bed. she'll be like putty in your hands.

❀ the top/bottom and sub/dom dynamics are relatively balanced. i think it depends on the mood and the day and how sleepy haley is feeling. for example, she'd be more of a willing and dominant top if she's had a good day, like when you've laid out on the beach together in the summer and she's gotten the privilege to watch your body in a swimsuit all day long. she'd want to be cared for and treated though if it's a cold winter and she's huffy and overstimulated from her coat and scarf all day.

❀ she loves mutual masturbation, but will never say it out loud. she'll look so pretty with her splayed across your pillows, fingers between her legs, her bright blue eyes looking at you intensely as you pleasure your own self. you notice just how turned on she is and note to return to it again.

❀ loves bathing together and shamelessly running her hands all across your body, chalking it up to just washing off the farm from you (her words not mine), but really she's behind you biting her lips as her hands graze over your breasts and thighs.

❀ she's always watching and admiring you working. she sits on the front porch of your farmhouse, watching you harvest parsnips with your hair pulled back, your usual feminine clothes having been replaced by old farm gear. she's thinking long and hard about everything she wants to do with you.

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arimiadev · 26 days ago

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joeyfranchise · 7 months ago

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do you believe in magic?

joe burrow x fem!reader

summary: joe loves watching you be unapologetically yourself as you do what you love, and he has to show you just how happy it makes him.

warnings: none really! just fluffy, cutesy and kissy 💋 but please minors do not interact!

word count: 1.3k

note: i’m a baker so this is pure self indulgent fluff with some sweet teasing!! (happy gamedey) 🤍

you danced around the kitchen, arms outstretched as you twirled around in circles. your headphones were tucked into your ears tightly, creating a barrier and providing you an escape from the real world.

your apron was covered in flour and the slightest bit of dough from the cookies you’d been baking all afternoon. this was your last batch, the thirty-sixth batch to be exact, and as soon as they were done you’d be finished and finally able to clean your space before individually wrapping and labeling all the cookies.

suddenly, one of your favorite songs began playing, and you couldn’t help singing along while you slid the fresh sheet pan of cookie dough into the oven. after you set the timer you grabbed the whisk, holding it up like a microphone so you could sing into it.

“do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart, how the music can free her whenever it starts,” you sang, eyes closed as you swayed to the music, the melody flowing through you. you continued spinning around with your eyes closed, singing along loudly as your cookies baked.

you didn’t see joe descend the stairs and make his way to the kitchen. he was standing against the doorway with his arms crossed, a small smile on his face at the sight of you. he loved watching you get lost in moments like these, doing something you loved.

his eyes crinkled and his smile widened as he continued to watch you, and you still had no idea he was there. he came down to see if you needed help frosting cookies or bagging and labeling them, but he was even happier he found you this way.

“if you believe in magic, don’t bother to choose, if it’s jug band music or rhythm and blues,” you sang out, finally opening your eyes and catching joe staring. you jumped at the sight, but you relaxed quickly when you realized it was him.

you pulled an airpod out to ask, “enjoying the show?” and joe laughed as he pushed off the door frame and walked toward you.

“loved it.” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. his lips pressed against your forehead and you smiled at his sweet affection.

“oh!” you yelped, pushing off him, “your white shirt’s gonna get dirty!”

you motioned at your apron, which was still covered in flour and cookie dough. joe carded his fingers through his hair and licked his lips, stepping toward you again.

“nah, i put this on because i was gonna come see if you needed help decorating or packing these things up.”

you grinned at his words, excited that he wanted to help you. you decided to make a bunch of cookies for a local bake sale that was going on this weekend, and it meant a lot that joe wanted to get his hands dirty to help you finish everything up so you weren’t too tired when you dropped them off the next morning.

you grabbed his hand, dragging him to the counter so you could show him what to do.

“alright these are the sugar cookies,” you motioned toward them, “but i need to put royal icing on them so you can leave them be.”

you moved down a bit, pointing to a few trays of smaller cookies. “these are heart jam cookies… well they will be. i need to put this strawberry jam on them in little heart shapes.” you picked up the jar to show him and a playful look crossed his eyes.

“the last few batches are chocolate chip and snickerdoodle, and those just need to be bagged if you want to start that.” you told him, placing the jar back on the counter.

“actually babe, can i try doing the heart jam?” he asked, playfully poking out his bottom lip. “okay, i guess…” you agree reluctantly, “but please try to do a good job!”

“i will. can you take your headphones out and play us some music?” he grins, and you nod your head yes.

“yep! but my music.” you say, winking. the oven dings just then, so you put your oven mitt on and you pull the cookies out, tapping them twice against the counter. joe gives you a questioning look.

“it’s a lil trick i learned. i don’t exactly know how it works, but that’s how my cookies always have crispy edges and are soft in the middle.” he nods with understanding, smiling to himself. you finally turn your headphones off and begin playing music, your favorite playlist of 60s & 70s classic rock.

joe pops the lid off the jam and grabs a small spoon, getting to work on the jam hearts. you begin packaging the cooled snickerdoodles, labeling them with a new blue sharpie. it doesn’t take you long to finish, so you move to decorate your sugar cookies.

you look over joe’s shoulder to check his progress, and you’re astounded.

“JOEY!” you shriek, jumping up and down. it alarms him for a second as he quickly turns to face you. “what? did i fuck them up? is there a spider?”

“no, they’re perfect. like probably even better than what i’d do!” you assure him.

he smiles at the compliment and turns back to his work, ready to finish his cookies so he could pack them. you start decorating the sugar cookies as well, working as quickly as you can on them.

joe finished well before you, so he went ahead and bagged all the chocolate chip cookies too. all that was left were your sugars, and you only had a few left.

you were laser focused on finishing, and you were paying no mind to joe. he, however, was plotting against you. he took the spoon he was using to put the jam on the cookies and dipped it back into the jam, waiting for the moment to strike. he looked at you again, lost in your work as you quietly sang along to dreams by fleetwood mac.

he slowly made his way to you, and in one quick motion he reached out and swiped the jam across your cheek.

“DUDE!” you yelled, reaching up to touch the sticky confection that was now smeared across your face. you looked down at your icing bags quickly, grabbing one and lunging at joe. he thought he’d be quicker than you but you got him in just enough time to smear some of the icing along the bridge of his nose.

he grimaced at the cold feeling. “see, doesn’t feel good does it?” you tease, putting the icing bag back down. you look over to joe, a playful glint shining in his eye. he steps toward you and takes your face in his hands, pulling you close to him. he leans in slowly before licking a slow, languid stripe along your cheek, cleaning off the jam. you shudder.

joe pulls away and looks back at you, smirking. your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him in for a kiss, his tongue instantly finding yours. the sweet strawberry jam lingers on his tongue and finds its way into your kiss.

your hands thread into his hair as the kiss deepens, and joe softly moans as you tug the strands. he moves you backwards until your back is against the fridge, your kiss never breaking. you moan softly as joe’s hands find your waist. he pulls back a bit, nipping at your bottom lip.

“joe..,” you say breathlessly, looking up at him. “we’ve gotta finish the cookies!”

he erupts into a fit of laughter and you aren’t sure why until you realize that the icing you squirted on his face is all smeared, and now you know. it’s on your face too.

you laugh and grab some paper towels, wetting them under the warm tap and cleaning his face, then your own. joe slaps your ass as you walk away to throw away the dirty rags.

you turn and look at him, raising an eyebrow. “easy tiger,” you warn, walking back over to him slowly. “if you help me finish these cookies, we’ll go upstairs and you can have your treat.”

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kjhmyg · 1 year ago

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blooming

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader trope: sunshine oc x grumpy jk au: florist!oc x tattoo artist!jk wc: 1k

a drabble request from anon for sunshine protector jk. honestly was doubting the capability of writing jk as a grump but anon, i hope i did it justice and i hope you like it! <3

the tiny bells attached to the entrance chimes as you enter the shop, the smell of fresh flowers greeting you so kindly in the morning. the hour leading up to opening is one of your favourite parts of the day. your flowers are your babies; you sing to them, you change their water, place them gently back into their little spaces, assemble new bouquets to put up for sale, then choose which ones go up front on the daily display.

upstairs, you hear the clinking and clanking of your neighbours. the tattoo parlour above starts a little later than your flower shop, usually seeing their first customer around noon. an unlikely combination, one which leaves most of their clients confused as they step inside, till you point out the steps to the right of your shop which leads up to the parlour.

but you don’t complain. it brings a nice mix to your client pool. besides, your other favourite part of the day is getting to see your favourite tattoo artist.

“ahem⎼”

you turn on your heel, snapping out of your thoughts. putting on your best service voice, you were ready to greet a customer, only to find the next best thing. “oh,” your face softens, “good morning jungkook.”

“morning.” he leans against your counter and nods to the spread of flowers laid out on the long table behind you. “are those flowers that interesting? didn’t even hear me come through the doors, did you?”

“sorry,” you smile brightly, and he can’t help but to mirror it. “i was looking through this customer’s request. it’s a little odd.”

“why?”

“because see,” you bring the request ticket over from the table and lean over the counter so he can see it, “these flowers don’t go well together at all. and i know, i know, it’s a custom order. but as a florist, i should be able to tell them if i think it’s not a good combination right? i mean the colours are all over the place. look, you can’t have too many bold colours together, it’ll take away the beauty from each flower. plus it'll look so messy. but at the same time it’s their choice and they are paying for it so i don’t know.”

jungkook looks at you with a blank expression. his arms are crossed on the counter, and his freshly washed hair rests nicely on his shoulders, curved at the ends.

“what?” you ask him, shrugging like you didn’t just spit out an entire rant contemplating someone’s custom order.

“is it really that deep?”

you give him an exasperated look. of course he wouldn’t get it.

he raises a brow, then smirks at your silence. you’re never quiet. not for long anyways. for a moment he wonders if he's hurt your feelings. he tends to do that sometimes. “i’m sure you’ll figure it out. besides, bold colours can look good together.”

“but not always.” you drum your fingers on the counter, pursing your lips in thought.

jungkook keeps staring. till your eyes flutter back to him, and you lock eyes for far too long and your heart starts racing. he blinks away first. dropping his bag and leaving his helmet on your counter, he walks across your shop and takes a look around before plucking out four flowers. two yellow flowers and two black ones.

“hey!” you protest, “those are expensive!”

jungkook ignores your nagging. he places them on the counter top and pairs them up, one yellow daisy with one black hellebore. then he starts intertwining their stems, creating a tiny knot at the bottom for each pair. the yellow and black flowers sit nicely next to the other. “see? they look good together, don’t they?”

he reaches over and places one of them into the front pocket of your apron. the other, he slides across the counter in front of you.

“or maybe not,” he shrugs, “you’re the florist here.”

“execution could be better,” you giggle, admiring the flowers in your palm, “but it’s cute. maybe you should rethink your career. come and work with me instead!”

jungkook lingers just to watch the way your eyes twinkle as you twirl the flowers between your fingers. all he did was tie two flowers together, yet you act like a kid with a new toy. and when you look up at him again and give him the widest grin, he decides it’s time to go (else he’d spend the entire day down here).

he starts collecting his belongings, swinging his bag over his shoulder and grabbing his headgear. “oh,” he says, remembering, “this is for you.”

he’d placed the cup carrier aside earlier while talking to you. jungkook checks the order plastered on the side of the cup before placing it in front of you.

“wait but,” you start, “i don’t drink cof⎼”

“it’s earl grey.”

your smile drops momentarily out of surprise. you had mentioned a while ago how you couldn’t stand the taste of coffee.

“later, flower girl.” jungkook makes a turn for the steps.

after the first few steps, he pauses when he feels something tugging on his arm. he turns to find you standing there, with the flower he’d made earlier in your hand. getting on your tiptoes, you tuck his hair back and gently place the daisy and hellbore combination behind his ear.

“aw, you look pretty!” his brows furrow and you know he’s probably going to remove it as soon as he makes it up the steps but you don’t care. you wrap around him briefly before letting go. “thank you.”

before he can say anything else, the bell chimes and you welcome your first customer of the day. jungkook walks up the steps with a roll of his eyes, listening to how excited you get as you go through your collection of flowers. how you could be so chirpy at this hour, he’ll never understand.

upstairs, he drops his stuff in his corner and brings suga his cup of coffee while sipping on his own. the older friend, sanitising his tools for the day, stops mid-clean. “what the hell is that?”

he refers to the flower behind jungkook’s ear. “oh. nothing.”

“ah…” suga smiles, accepting his drink. “you and flower girl have been getting along well.”

“she’s nice to talk to.” jungkook says, not thinking much of it. suga scoffs, knowing his friend too well.

jungkook walks back to his corner, removing the flowers. his hand hovers over the trash can, flowers in his palm. he looks at it again, then smiles. instead, he places them on his desk, right next to the pressed flower coaster you had given him months back. he chuckles, looking at the contrast of these items to the rest of his workspace.

sighing, he starts his day, with a flower blooming in his heart.

#jungkook x you #jungkook drabble #jungkook scenarios #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #it's been a while!!!#i forget how exciting it is to post

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wchswift · 5 months ago

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HABZHSBAH HIII LINAAA (it's me again 😭) gosh i don't want to appear as a desperate but it seems that you're the only who opens your request for leopold 😔😭

just a small request :3 from a prompt that i encountered "... sorry, i talked too much" "no no no not at all, keep talking. i love listening to you."

well, we all know what a gentleman leopold is HABSUSBSH (I NEED HIM SO BAD MY BABY), i don't have any plot in mind so maybe you could create yours based on the prompt?? thank you!! (i love your writings)

Every Word You Say

Pairing: Leopold Mountbatten x Reader Content: strangers to friends to lovers (kind of), yapping, fluff, reader is a bookworm, Leopold is head over heels, English isn’t my first language :) Word count: 2.6k (maybe I got a little excited) a/n: HIII ZAYN BESTIE!! I'm so happy you're sending me requests yayy, thanks to you I could write to Leopold my baby again (pls keep going)! okay I have to admit that I loved this prompt and maybe I got a little carried away about the plot... Maybe I've strayed a little from what you wanted (I hope not), but I really hope you like it cause I really enjoyed writing it <3

It was a good afternoon. The store was quiet, as usual, with only a few customers coming and going and not much activity. Afternoons like that were nice—there wasn't much work to do, but sales were enough to keep the place from feeling forgotten. This allowed some time to relax behind the counter and arrange books on the shelves.

The faint jingling of the brass bell above the door broke the comforting silence of the shop. The sound made her look up from the stack of books on the counter, brushing a stray hair from her face as she spotted the man who had just entered.

He was tall and impeccably dressed, with an air of calm that seemed at odds with the frenetic city outside. His coat was neatly buttoned, his shoes polished, and he carried himself with a poise that made her pause. New Yorkers weren’t usually this... composed. It was weird. But most importantly, he was so beautiful.

“Hi, good afternoon,” she greeted, flashing him a polite smile. “Let me know if I can help you find anything.”

The man hesitated for a moment before nodding, his eyes scanning the shelves. “Thank you,” he said, his voice smooth and deliberate, the kind of voice that made even the most mundane words sound elegant.

She went back to organizing her stack of books, sneaking a glance now and then as he browsed. He moved slowly, as though savoring the sight of each title, his fingers brushing over the spines like they were relics. Finally, he stopped at the classics section and pulled out a leather-bound book.

He turned to her, holding the book aloft. “This edition of The Odyssey... it’s rather splendid. Do you recommend it?”

She blinked, surprised at his formality. “Oh, definitely. It’s one of my favorites. That edition has some great commentary in the back, too. Though, fair warning, if you get me started on books, I might not shut up.” She confessed, her tone amusing but gentle.

A faint smile tugged at his lips. “I assure you, I regret nothing. Please, continue.”

She smiled genuinely at him, feeling a small flutter of surprise at his response. Most people gave a polite nod or chuckle when she rambled, but this man seemed really interested. Encouraged, she leaned against the counter, her hands gesturing animatedly as she began talking.

“You can’t go wrong with The Odyssey,” she said. “I mean, it’s a classic for a reason, right? Epic journeys, gods meddling in human affairs, monsters… And don’t get me started on Odysseus himself. Brilliant, but also kind of an idiot, if you ask me.” She laughed, then quickly added, “Oh, but you know... I mean that in the best way, of course.”

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "Hm, Is that so? Fascinating perspective. You find fault with his decisions?”

“Oh, plenty,” she replied, warming to the topic. “Some of his problems are his own fault—like the whole Cyclops thing? That could’ve been avoided if he’d just kept his mouth shut. But that’s what makes him interesting. He’s flawed. Human. It makes the story feel timeless, even though it’s thousands of years old.”

As the words tumbled out of her, she noticed his expression soften. His gaze didn’t waver, his posture relaxed yet attentive, as though he were cataloging every word she said.

So she just kept talking, completely oblivious to him or how he was mesmerized watching her, the excitement and ease with which she lost herself in the topic. After a moment like that, it was like something hit her, realizing how much she’d been talking, she stopped abruptly, her cheeks heating. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to go on like that. You came for the books and probably weren’t expecting an impromptu lecture on Greek mythology.”

He tilted his head slightly, his smile deepening. “Not at all. Your enthusiasm is... refreshing. Please, go on.”

Her lips twitched in a smile of her own. “You’re dangerous, you know that? Most people try to shut me up, but not you. You’re encouraging me.”

“I can’t imagine why anyone would wish you to stop,” he replied earnestly.

The sincerity in his tone caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless. She licked her lips, momentarily speechless and lost in him. After that, she just knew she would want to keep him in her life for as long as possible.

After that, it didn’t take long for him to return.

As she rearranged a display near the window the next afternoon, the bell above the door jingled again. She glanced up, half-expecting the usual flow of customers, only to see the same man from the day before.

He greeted her with the same polite nod and reserved smile, his gaze sweeping over the shop like he was committing every detail to memory.

“Back so soon?” she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.

He stopped near the counter, his posture impeccably straight. “I enjoyed our conversation yesterday. And I have a fondness for bookshops.”

“Well, then you’ve come to the right place,” she said, gesturing to the shelves around them. “Find anything interesting today?”

He paused, his gaze flicking to the classics section before returning to her. “Not yet, but I have no doubt you will recommend something.”

“Challenge accepted,” she said, already scanning the shelves in her mind for the perfect book. "Oh, sorry. What's your name again?"

As the days passed, Leopold's visits became routine. He would step into the shop with that same calm air, and they would talk—about books, history, the city, and whatever topic struck her fancy. He never seemed to mind when she rambled, always listening with the kind of focus that made her feel like the most fascinating person in the room. Something she wasn't even a little bit used to, by the way.

Their interaction was so easy and natural. When she talked to him, was always exciting and gave her a feeling of comfort. So it wasn't exactly a surprise when she quickly grew accustomed to his presence. It was strange how easily he fit into the rhythm of her days, even though she knew so little about him.

Each time he came in, she found herself lighting up in ways she hadn’t expected. She would recommend books, tease him about his formal speech, and talk about whatever was on her mind, and he never failed to listen with unwavering attention. She never, not once, felt uncomfortable or unseen in his presence. He was like a prince in a fairy tale.

One rainy afternoon, as she stacked a new shipment of books behind the counter, the man who wouldn't leave her thoughts walked in with droplets clinging to his coat and hair. She glanced up, smiling automatically.

“Caught in the rain, huh?” she asked, setting down the stack.

“Indeed,” he said, brushing water from his sleeves. “Though I find it a small price to pay for the solace this shop provides.” He complimented, in his usual formal way.

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “You always know how to make the place sound fancier than it is. It’s just a bookshop, you know.”

He tilted his head, a faint smile gracing his lips. “To you, perhaps. To me, it is quite extraordinary.”

The quiet sincerity in his voice made her breath catch for a moment. She quickly looked away, fiddling with a loose thread on her sleeve.

“Well,” she said, her tone lighter, “if you’re going to keep flattering the place, I should at least give you a tour of the neighborhood. There are some other spots I think you’d like—if you’re interested.”

His eyebrows rose slightly, as though the suggestion surprised him. “I would be delighted,” he said, feeling his heart race.

This finally happened two days later.

The city bustled around them, cars honking and voices blending into a constant hum, but she took him down quieter streets, pointing out her favorite spots.

“This café has the best pastries,” she said, gesturing to a small storefront with a faded awning. “And the park a few blocks down is great if you need to get away from all this.”

He listened attentively, nodding at her words but occasionally glancing around with a furrowed brow, as though trying to make sense of his surroundings.

When they reached a crosswalk she stepped forward without thinking, only to realize he hadn’t moved. She turned back to see him standing on the curb, watching the cars zip by with a look of mild apprehension.

“Hey, you coming?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Is it always this... chaotic?” he asked, his tone half-amused, half-exasperated.

“Pretty much. You just have to commit to it.” She grabbed his arm lightly, tugging him forward as the light changed. “Come on—don’t think, just go.”

He followed reluctantly, muttering under his breath, “This city has no regard for decorum—or the sanctity of life.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah, I swear you'll get used to it. Well, eventually.”

As they walked through the park, the noise of the streets faded behind them, replaced by the rustle of leaves and the distant chatter of joggers. She led him to a bench near a small fountain, sitting down and patting the spot next to her.

“See? Not so bad, right?” she said, leaning back with a contented sigh.

He settled beside her, his posture as upright as ever. “It is... quieter than I expected,” he admitted. “Rather pleasant, in fact.”

“I knew you’d like it,” she said, smiling. “You know, You're not as hard to please as you seem.”

He gave her a sidelong glance, his lips twitching in a faint smile. “Oh, I imagine this is good?”

She laughed softly, and for a moment they sat in comfortable silence, watching the fountain's water ripple in the breeze. They enjoyed being at peace, simply appreciating each other's company.

That evening, he returned to the bookshop. The streets were quieter now, the glow of the streetlights casting long shadows across the floor as she tidied up before closing.

He lingered by the counter as she talked, her words spilling out in an excited stream as she recounted a childhood memory sparked by a book she’d come across earlier that day.

“So when I was ten, I had this phase where I was obsessed with The Secret Garden,” she said, gesturing as she spoke. “I even convinced my dad to help me plant this tiny garden in our backyard. Except, I was an awful gardener—I kept forgetting to water it, and half the flowers were just weeds I thought looked cool.”

She laughed, shaking her head at the memory. “But I’d still sit out there for hours, waiting for my own magical door to appear. My dad always called it my ‘weed palace.’”

Leopold chuckled softly, his smile warm. “A ‘weed palace,’ you say? Peculiar, but at the same time charming.”

“Well, maybe to you,” she replied, grinning. “To everyone else, it was probably an eyesore.”

She paused, glancing at the clock and suddenly realizing how long she’d been talking. Her cheeks flushed as she glanced at him.

“Oh God... I’m sorry, I talked too much. I really need to learn when to stop.”

Leopold, who has been utterly captivated, loses the humor in his eyes, his expression shifting to something quieter, warmer as he tries to reassure her.

“No, no, not at all. Keep talking. I love listening to you.” he said softly.

Her breath caught at the earnestness in his voice, the way his gaze held hers as though he truly meant every word. For a few seconds, she could only stare, her usual quick wit failing her.

“Thanks,” she murmured finally, a shy smile tugging at her lips.

The warmth in his eyes didn’t waver, and in that quiet moment, the bustling world outside seemed to fade away entirely.

A comfortable silence settled in for a few minutes. Leaving them there, just staring at each other, observing each other. For a moment, she didn't know what else to say. People didn’t usually look at her the way he was now—like every word she said was worth hearing. It was flattering, a little unnerving, but mostly... nice. She blinked a few times, adjusting her posture while lightly playing with her hair, hoping to dispel the warmth creeping into her cheeks.

The quiet between them was the kind of silence that felt full, warm, and fascinating. She fiddled with the edge of her sleeve, glancing at him as he remained by the counter, looking as though he had something more to say.

Finally, she cleared her throat and spoke, her voice soft. “You know, you’re a pretty good listener. Most people get bored with my stories halfway through.”

He shook his head slightly, his lips curving into that faint, knowing smile she was beginning to adore. “I find your stories enchanting. They are... a window into a world I often feel I’m only just discovering.”

Her brow furrowed at the odd phrasing, but before she could question it, he stepped a little closer, his hands gently resting on the counter. His gaze softened, the usual formality in his expression giving way to something more vulnerable.

“It’s rare,” he continued, his voice low, “to find someone who speaks with such passion. Most people... say so little of consequence. But you—your words, your thoughts—they breathe life into even the most mundane things.”

Her heart gave a tiny flutter, and she felt warmth creep up her neck again. “That’s... really sweet of you to say,” she murmured, looking down at her hands.

For a brief moment, uncertainty flickered across his face. He took a deep breath, then, with a soft, deliberate motion, tilted his head to meet her eyes. The sincerity in his eyes was unmistakable as he declared, “I speak only the truth.”

The sincerity in his voice sent a spark of something unnameable through her chest, and she met his gaze, a shy smile tugging at her lips.

“Well,” she said lightly, trying to steady her voice, “if you keep flattering me like that, I might start to think you enjoy my company.”

His smile deepened, feeling more real, with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “I should hope that has been apparent for some time.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re kind of a mystery, you know that? But... I think I like that about you.”

“And you,” he said, his tone softening again, “are an open book. A rare and beautiful one.”

Her breath caught, and for a moment, she couldn’t look away from him. The faint glow of the shop’s dim lighting reflected in his eyes, and the quiet hum of the world outside seemed to fade entirely. She momentarily dropped her gaze to his lips before his voice brought her back.

“Would you,” he began, his voice careful, almost hesitant, “permit me the honor of accompanying you on another of your walks? Perhaps tomorrow?”

She bit her lip, her heart racing in a way that felt new and thrilling, together with the urge to jump into his arms. “I think I’d like that,” she replied, her voice just above a whisper.

He straightened slightly, a look of quiet satisfaction crossing his face. “Then it’s settled.”

As the bell above the door jingled softly, signaling his departure, she stood there for a moment, watching him disappear into the night. She closed her eyes as a painful smile appeared on her face, she quickly did a happy dance before lightly resting her hands on the counter.

Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

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godlywh0re · 8 months ago

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Angels with Filthy Souls

Rust Cohle x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Notes: No use of (y/n) because i hate it :)

The night is hot, and your hair clings to your face as you swipe it away. Sweat covering you in a light sheen, sticky as it holds to you like a second skin. The weak air conditioning of the small local store does nothing to help, but neither does the ecstasy you popped in the bathroom on your break. What else were you supposed to do in a town that was too small to do anything? Where luckily everybody but their mamas minded their own business. So long as your work got done, the sleazy old man who owned the place didn’t care.

Your fingers tremble rearranging the lighter display. Your muscles itching for any sort of stimulation as the drug courses through your veins. You think your boss likes it better when you’re high on your shift, the drugs making you too hyperactive to stand in one place. The old man usually watches you in slight astonishment when you get into a cleaning spree, scrubbing down the walls and floors like your life depends on it, creating new displays for products that keeps customers happy. But tonight, he stays tucked away in his office. He muttered something about ordering a product, but it was lost on you now.

The bell that hangs beside the entrance door rings, signaling a customer had come in. You don’t notice him at first—too caught up in the rush, your heart beating too fast, skin buzzing with a warmth that has nothing to do with the heat outside. But out of curiosity and obligation, you look up. Breath almost catches in your throat as you size him up unapologetically.

He’s tall, lean, an air of exhaustion hanging around him as he walks. His hair is pulled back low and his eyes— Jesus, they’re dark, as if he’s seen too much. He moves steady, purposefully, like he doesn’t have time for the world, but it still owes him something. He walks right up to the counter, tosses a case of beer down, Lone Star, before he settles his eyes on you. Really settled, peeling away layers you didn’t even know you had. His eyes narrow as he takes in your appearance. You know how you look, pupils blown wide, messy hair falling all over the place. But he doesn’t look at you like others do. There isn’t any judgment, no pity. He just looks.

“They let you be all doped up on the job?” His voice is rough, a flicker of amusement in his eyes, just a hint of it. The low southern drawl of his words isn’t lost on you as heat shoots through your body.

His words hang in the air. It could’ve been a jab, but the slight amusement in his eyes made it feel like a joke only the two of you were in on. You feel a grin tug at your lips, slow and lazy, your mind still swimming in a haze. “He doesn’t care as long as my job gets done,” Your tone soft and syrupy as you shrugged half heartedly. Your fingers move to trace your collarbone nonchalantly. His eyes follow, not in the way you want them to, but more like he was just curious. “Pretty young thing like me is good for business anyways.”

He doesn’t react much, doesn't give you that look most men do when they see an easy target, just nods like he’s seen it all before. You can’t tell if that makes you want to impress him or piss him off. Instead, he looks as though he’s trying to figure you out, a puzzle he isn’t sure he wants to solve. You should’ve felt insulted, but all it did was make your heart pound faster.

"You know a place to get downers?" His voice drops low as he leans in slightly, almost like he doesn’t want anyone else to hear, though you two are the only ones on the sales floor.

A shiver runs up your spine at his closer proximity, the smell of him coming over to you in wafts. Deep and earthy, the smell of a forest mixed with the scent of cigarette smoke that clings to him. “You a cop?” You ask low, a playfulness in your tone edging its way towards reckless. Hell, you couldn’t care less if he was. Whatever game that had been started was too captivating.

He shakes his head, and for the first time, you see the hint of a smirk on his lips. "Nah," he murmurs, his voice low, gravelly. He says it without even trying to convince you. But you believe him anyway.

"Stronger than alcohol? Not much round here like that. Whatcha sad for anyhow, Mister?" You tease, raising an eyebrow. There was something funny about it—him asking you for downers, like he was looking for something to drag him down even further. But the way he looks at you, you can tell he’s not in the mood to answer that question. Men like him don’t talk about what haunts them, not to girls like you.

You don’t push. You lean in a little, closer now than before, letting your voice drop to a whisper. "I have some Nembutal, if you want that. Give me a ride home tonight." It was stupid, all your self-preservation draining away as you stare into his worn eyes.

There’s a pause, long, heavy silence where you think he might just walk away. He stares at you, weighing some kind of decision in his thoughts. But then he nods, real slow, like he’d already made up his mind.

“Get your stuff.” His voice is detached, almost mechanical, but there was something in his eyes—something that said he knew exactly what he was walking into.

You feel a rush of adrenaline run through you, or maybe it’s just the drugs. His hand digs in his pocket before pulling out a twenty for the beer. You take the crumpled bill from his hand, your fingers brushing his just for a second. It lingers, sending a jolt through you before sliding the bill into the register. The metallic clink of coins feels distant, like background noise compared to the thudding of your heart. Your palms are still sweaty, but you can’t tell if it’s from the ecstasy or him. Probably both.

His eyes stay on you as you punch in the numbers and drop his change into the tray. You could feel them—sharp, unrelenting—like he was waiting for something. You hand him the receipt without a word, the tension in the air hangs heavy, thick enough to choke on. You watch him tuck the case of beer under one arm, a cigarette already dangling from his lips as he turns and heads for the door.

Jittery and buzzing with a thrill, you turn and head quickly to the door of the back office. You find your manager slouched in his chair, flipping through some old magazine like the world didn’t exist outside his little office. The smell of stale coffee filled the room, and the hum of the mini-fridge by his desk made everything feel even more claustrophobic.

"Hey," you say, leaning against the doorframe, "you mind if I head out early tonight? It’s dead out there, and I already closed up the till."

He barely glances up, his eyes heavy with the same indifference you’d come to expect. "Yeah, whatever," he grumbles, waving you off. "Just make sure you lock the back door before you go."

His words barely register. You’re already halfway out the door, pulse pounding in your ears. Each step toward the front of the store pushes you closer to something you can’t quite understand yet.

After grabbing your stuff and locking the doors you head outside to the parking lot. His pickup truck rumbles low, waiting. He watches in his side mirror, cigarette pressed to his lips tight. Your heart races again—half nerves, half thrill—as you make your way to the passenger side. You notice the smashed tail light, but it feels distant, unimportant in the heat of the moment.

Sliding into the seat with a quiet shut of the door, the truck groans as it starts to take off. The Louisiana air is warm, heavy with the smell of dirt and pine, the windows are down just enough to let in a bit of a breeze. It’s quiet between you and him—this stranger whose name you don’t even know yet—but you feel the weight of his presence next to you and it’s sinking into your bones.

You glance over at him, sneaking looks when you think he isn’t paying attention. He’s focused on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other resting near his lap, cigarette between his fingers. The smoke curls lazily into the air, mixing with the dusty haze outside. He’s older, definitely older than you, with lines on his face that time put there. His eyes are sharp, though, always looking for something, even when there’s nothing to see.

Your heart is still racing from the ecstasy, even though the high’s starting to fade. The tingling in your limbs is going, but the nervous energy, the buzz of the moment, clings to you. You’ve never felt this way before—this strange pull toward someone you’ve barely exchanged two words with. It’s like you’re waiting for something to happen, something you can’t quite name.

You shift in your seat, the leather hot and sticky against your skin, and finally, you break the silence. "You don’t talk much, do you?" It’s more of an observation than a question, but you can’t help yourself. You’re trying to figure him out, this man who walked into the store and made you feel like you were floating.

He doesn’t look at you, just takes a drag from his cigarette. "Not much to say." His voice is low, harsh, like he’s been chewing on the words before spitting them out.

You smirk, trying to play it cool, but the way his voice rumbles makes you shiver. "Could’ve fooled me. Seems like you got a lot goin' on up there."

That gets him to glance your way, just for a second. His eyes flick over you, sharp and assessing, trying to decide whether you’re worth his time. "What makes you say that?"

You shrug, turning your head to look out the window. The trees blur by, dark and thick, like they’re swallowing the road whole. "People don’t ask for downers ‘less they got something to quiet down," you murmur, your fingers tracing idle circles on your thigh, still feeling that lingering edge of the high.

He doesn’t answer right away, and for a moment, you wonder if he’s even going to. The silence stretches between you like a rubber band about to snap. Finally, he lets out a slow breath, and you can feel his eyes on you again. "What about you? What are you trying to quiet?"

You turn toward him, a little surprised he even bothered to ask. Most people don’t. Most people are happy to let you burn yourself out without asking why, so long as you showed up to church Sunday mornings. But there’s something in his tone that makes you think he already knows you’re not going to answer, that maybe he’s not even expecting you to.

You swallow, your throat suddenly dry. “Same as anyone else, I guess,” you say, deflecting, eyes flicking back to the road. “Ain’t none of it worth talkin’ about.”

He hums, like he understands, like he’s been there before. “Fair enough,” he mutters, eyes back on the road.

“Names Rust.” He grumbles out, but the way he says it, could have made you think he was talking to himself. The silence that follows isn’t as tense, but it’s still there, lingering between you. The only sound is the hum of the engine and the occasional crack of gravel under the tires. His presence next to you feels almost suffocating, but at the same time, it keeps you anchored, like you need him there even if you don’t know why.

As you near the turn to your place, you nod ahead. “Just down that dirt road,” you say, pointing. He flicks the turn signal, even though there’s no one else around to see it. The truck bumps along the narrow path, branches scraping the sides, making the whole thing feel like you’re descending into another world, away from everything and everyone.

When the small house you call home comes into view, you suddenly feel exposed. This is it. This is your life—a rundown little place surrounded by trees, no one else for miles. And here he is, this stranger with too many shadows behind his eyes, pulling into it like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

He kills the engine, and for a moment, you both just sit there in the growing dark. The air feels thick, like there’s something unsaid hanging between you, waiting to be acknowledged

“You wanna come in?” you ask, your voice softer now, unsure.

He exhales, tapping out his cigarette before glancing at you. His eyes hold yours for a long moment, searching. “Not tonight.” There’s something final in the way he says it, but it’s not cold. Just… resolute.

You nod, pretending like that doesn’t sting a little. “Suit yourself. I’ll go get those for you.” You push the door open and hop out, the cool night air hitting you like a wall after the stuffy heat of the truck. You don’t look back as you walk up to your door, but you can feel his eyes on you the whole way.

With a quick unlock of your door, you hurry off to your bathroom. It’s small, the sink not large enough to hold all the leftover medications you have. The bottles rattle as you rummage, the Nembutal is half empty as you pick it up. You think about giving him the whole bottle but you decide against it. The slight chance of him seeing you again, even if it’s just for pills, is enough to make you hold off.

You step back outside, the Nembutal rattling lightly in your hand as you walk toward the truck. The night air feels cooler now, the weight of it settling on your skin, but it doesn’t do much to calm the nervous energy swirling inside you. The ecstasy almost completely worn off, leaving you with that familiar edge of anxiety, the dull ache of reality creeping back in.

He’s still sitting there, his truck idling low, the faint glow of another cigarette lighting up his face. You hesitate for a moment, just long enough to wonder what the hell you’re doing, before handing him the pills through the open window.

“Here,” you say quietly, your voice a little steadier than you feel. “That should do it.”

He takes them without a word, his fingers brushing yours just briefly, but it’s enough to send another jolt through you. You pull back, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you try to play it cool.

“Thanks,” he mutters, slipping the small bag into the pocket of his jacket. His eyes meet yours again, and for a second, it feels like he’s about to say something more, like there’s a moment hanging there, fragile and uncertain.

But he doesn’t. He just nods once, almost like a silent goodbye, and shifts the truck into gear. You stand there for a while, watching the dark swallow him up, the buzzing from the ecstasy completely gone now, leaving you with just the weight of everything. You’re not sure if you’ll see him again, but something about the way he looked at you tonight makes you think you will.

#rust cohle #rust cohle x reader #rustin cohle #true detective s1 #true detective season 1 #rustin cohle x reader #true detective #matthew mcconaughey #marty hart #matthew mcconaughey x reader #i want old man rust cohle so badly #clawing tooth and nail at the bars of my enclosure rn

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fastcardotmp3 · 18 days ago

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athena + maddie; 1k words

"Did Bobby ever tell you much about my brother Daniel?"

Athena looks up, a flicker of a thing, before her gaze trains back on the pot of coffee she pours out into two matching mugs.

"I know he passed when you were young," Athena says, sliding one of the mugs across the island to where Maddie sits on a stool, but staying standing on her side as she lifts her own to her lips. "I know Buck didn't know about him until a few years ago."

Maddie wraps her hands around her mug and watches the steam, nods as though centering herself, and offers a melancholy smile as she lifts her eyes.

"My parents didn't want to talk about him after he died," she says. "They didn't want me to bring him up."

"That must have been very difficult."

Athena has known Maddie Buckley for quite some time, now. She has seen her through terrible things and Maddie's voice has been the guiding force to see Athena through the same.

She's a tough woman, but a woman whose toughness presents much differently than Athena's own. Maddie is unapologetically emotional in ways Athena has always been terrified of being, worried for the sort of weakness with which it would mark her.

They are both resourceful women, Athena knows this, but the resources into which they dip when they need to support themselves through the pull of a vitriolic gravity are simply different.

A For Sale sign sits in the front yard of this house built from ash and Maddie Buckley sits at the counter because she just felt like stopping by but Athena isn't sure she's ready for Maddie's version of strength. Not sure if she's ready to abandon her own.

"It was difficult," Maddie admits like a simpler thing than Athena knows it to be. "I wasn't allowed to grieve my brother. They would get-- If I even hinted at trying to talk about him, they would get so upset and I would feel so guilty for it."

"It's a lot for a child to carry," Athena breathes, because she has known Maddie for many years, and even the version of this woman she knew still on the run feels nearly childlike compared to the one she looks at before her now.

"It's a lot for anyone to carry," Maddie tells her: pointed, but gentle.

If nothing else, it drags a dry chuckle out of Athena's lungs.

If nothing else, it creates the illusion of laughter.

"I knew you weren't just stopping by for my coffee," she smiles at Maddie with a sidelong look over the lip of her mug.

Maddie shrugs. "It's good coffee either way," she says. "But you're right. I do have a point."

A faux sheepishness to it that Athena can see right through, that Maddie doesn't seem bothered by the transparency of. She's not ashamed to be here, poking at Athena's grief.

There's something refreshing about that, in spite of the rest which her presence brings to the front.

"Go on ahead," Athena motions broadly with a sweep of her hand and Maddie leans further into the counter, closing some of the distance between them.

"I know that I can't begin to understand what you're going through and I know I'm probably the last person you ever want to try and relate to with how everything played out," Maddie speaks aloud that which has been crumbling away bit by bit, with each passing day that a group photo--family photo-- has sat on the side table in an empty, echoing living room.

She is Chimney's wife, this woman. She, perhaps, was served more than anyone in Bobby's sacrifice.

Athena has been angry at Chimney. She has looked at him and seen everything she lost. She has resented him for living when Bobby didn't.

But Maddie?

Maddie has been a source of something Athena hasn't known much of in her life. Jealousy.

Her partner came home to her. She gets to go home to her partner, still.

She's right, really, that Athena does not care to relate to her, even as she's finding her stumbling way out of that pit of despair and rage which this blossoming young family instills within her.

"But I also know..." Maddie continues, all that emotion right on her face, "I know that no one wants to speak his name around you right now. I know it probably feels like playing a game of taboo, that if you talk about him, you'll only make them all feel guilty. But, Athena, what if that's the trick? I already feel guilty."

A burst of something wet and hurting bubbles out of Athena, teary like a sob but sharp like a laugh. Maddie pushes onwards with the kind of pull at her lips which somehow encompasses all the complexity of feeling in the kitchen with them. Big, brown eyes like reflections of the unspoken parts of this conversation.

"I didn't start healing from losing Daniel until I was an adult because I wasn't given the space to. My parents still haven't, I don't think, because they don't want that space," she says hoarsely. "And I don't want that for you. I want you to have the chance to feel it out loud without feeling like a burden. I don't want you to feel like you have to hide from it for our sake."

"So you'd rather I make it your burden, then?" Athena asks, coffee long forgotten and something about the tension, the release of it, making the room feel warmer than it has since that last morning when it held him. Not in an entirely pleasant way, but not the opposite either.

And Maddie Buckley is tough. She has been through the wringer.

She takes it all on board differently that Athena does, but she takes it.

"Athena," she breathes, "Whether you let me help you or not, I already am. At least make it worth something."

Tears claw their way down Athena's cheeks.

Perhaps they can share in this show of strength.

#dot post #dot fic #maddie buckley #athena grant #911 abc #monday night thoughts and feelings with dot or something idk

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cinnamontoastcrunch-15 · 4 months ago

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I have NO CLUE what this is and I couldn't think of a title for it lol

"There's no way!"

"I can't believe it!

"Oh, this is the best day of my life!"

Remus listens to his roommates and their excited chatter for a few moments before pushing the door open. Lily, Mary and Marlene don't even turn around at his arrival, not able to stop their celebration over... something?

"Um... hi?" He tries with an amused smile.

"Hi," they all say in unison, before immediately turning and carrying on with their conversation.

"I wonder what he's doing here!"

"He hasn't been back in years!"

"Sorry, who are we talking about?" Remus asks, dropping his bag onto the counter and starting to root through it for his water.

"Sirius Black! Rumour has it he's in town!" Mary says excitedly, and every inch of Remus freezes. His heart stops beating, his lungs stop working, his hair stands on end as he does his level best to act casual.

Sirius fucking Black. Biggest star of their generation, with every album he's released hitting number one and staying there for a scary amount of time. Five years of fame, fortune, interviews and tours. Five years of being everybody's favourite person, of being admired, of being featured everywhere.

Five years since him and Remus broke up.

Remus has spent the past five years trapped in limbo. Everywhere he goes he hears Sirius' voice, with his songs played in every shop, in every cafe, on every radio station. He tries his level best to avoid it, to try to protect his mental health, but he can't help himself sometimes. He's had countless sleepless nights, going through his old pictures and videos that he told Peter he'd deleted and crying his eyes out. He knows every word to every song Sirius has released, just from listening to them in his car when he's feeling really sentimental. He can't keep himself from recognising lyrics, hooks and little chord progressions that Sirius created while they were together.

He moved away the moment he got signed, and Remus hasn't seen him since. He's done two world tours and a fair few one off concerts, but he's never once come back. They haven't spoken once in those five years, but Remus doesn't have the heart to delete Sirius' number. He's pretty sure he has it memorised anyway, so it wouldn't do him any good to delete it.

"He'd better do a concert!" Marlene's voice pulls Remus out of his daze, as he tries his best to level his breathing, rooting through his bag and refusing to look up. "I've been waiting for us to finally get one!"

"Yeah, he dodges us like the plague!"

"Well... he did grow up here," Lily starts explaining. "He wouldn't have to come back at all."

No, he wouldn't.

Why the hell is he back?

"D'you really think he's going to do a concert?" Mary asks, clasping their hands together.

"This is how all of his one night only concerts have gone! He shows up, then a few hours later his tickets go on sale!" Marlene smiles triumphantly, and Remus shuts his eyes, back to them, trying to keep his head from spinning.

"Right, so we're going to have to be careful to make sure we get them," Lily says with a nod. "Someone stick his music on."

Remus turns around, then, eyes wide.

"Why?"

The three of them look at him a little like he's grown three heads.

"Manifesting?" Marlene says, as Mary starts tapping on their phone.

The next thing Remus knows, Sirius' most popular song is playing, A Pearl in the Darkened Sea.

Oh, fuck.

Remus feels sick.

The song he knows better than he knows himself is playing in his living room like it's nothing. The memory of Sirius writing it comes back into his head, why he wrote it, what the song really means.

"Hey, Remus?" Lily starts. Remus tries to fix his face. "If it's a concert, want to try to get a ticket with us?"

"Oh, er..." he starts, cringing a little at the hesitation in his voice. "No thanks."

"No thanks?" Marlene asks, stunned.

"Are you insane? This is the Sirius Black!"

"I know. I'm all good, thanks." He hopes that'll be enough for them, but they don't seem satisfied with that answer.

"He's literally taken the world by storm! He's stolen the hearts of the nation!" Mary says, and Remus almost wants to confess everything right then and there. He knows all about Sirius' ability to steal hearts, and he also knows how painfully that can end.

He's not going to say anything, though. Sirius is happy, Remus doesn't need to dig up the past and ruin it for him.

"Are you sure you don't want to try?"

"I'm sure." He looks at the three of them, feeling really fucking suffocated. "I've actually, er... I've got a headache, I'm going to go lay down."

"Need anything?" Lily asks him gently. He shakes his head, before making a beeline for his room.

The moment the door closes behind him, he takes to pacing around his cramped room.

"It's been five years, Remus," he mutters to himself. "Fucking pull yourself together; it's just weird now!" He stops in his tracks, pressing a palm to his growing migraine. Sure, the days have gotten easier, he spends a lot less time crying over Sirius, but surely he should be over him entirely by now! He shouldn't be freaking out over rumours of him being back in town!

Rumours.

Fuck, that's literally all they are.

There's no confirmation, Sirius hasn't said anything himself. Even if he had, how does that affect Remus? It shouldn't matter that they're in the same place. It shouldn't be important that he's back in the spaces that they used to share.

He vaguely hears a knock at the door as he tries to force himself to stop thinking. The music stops as he gets back to pacing, trying to walk off the anxious energy he's stuck with.

"Oh my god. Oh, my god!" Lily's voice is loud enough, startled enough, to catch Remus' attention. "You're..."

"Uhm... hi."

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Remus knows that voice.

He knows that voice better than he knows his own voice.

"You're Sirius Black!" Mary exclaims, stunned.

"I am." His voice is muffled, but it's him. Unmistakably, undeniably him. "I also... may have the wrong flat." Remus doesn't even realise that he's scrambling to his bedroom door until he's fumbling with the handle. "Does Remus Lupin live here? Or... anywhere near here?"

Hearing his name in Sirius' perfect fucking voice has him practically shoving the door open, bursting into the living room just in time for all of his roommates to turn and look at him.

He can barely see them, though.

Sirius is here.

Standing in his doorway, beautiful silver eyes on Remus like he's stunned to see him. As if he hasn't just shown up at Remus' flat.

"Sirius," he breathes.

"Rem." The nickname seems to slip out, snapping Sirius out of his daze. "Remus. Hi."

He has so many questions. Too many questions. Why he's here, how he's still so perfect, why he hasn't been able to get Sirius out of his head.

"...how did you know where I live?" He asks instead.

"James told me," he admits sheepishly.

"Of course he did," Remus says with a fond shake of his head. "He was probably falling over himself to tell you." He walks over to the doorway, keeping a careful distance so his resolve doesn't crack and he doesn't burst into tears, holding onto the man he hasn't seen in five years and begging him to stay forever.

"How'd you know?" Sirius asks sarcastically, and Remus can't help the smile that creeps onto his face. "I... I just wanted... could we talk?"

Talk.

Just talk.

Five years, and Sirius shows up acting like he wants to ask him about the English essay that he definitely could have done by himself.

At whatever look is on Remus' face, Sirius suddenly turns hesitant. Remus hasn't seen him like this in years. Sirius for the public is nothing but confident; all big smiles, standing tall and speaking without a single stumble.

"If- you can say no. I'll go. I just- I didn't want- I thought it was worth-"

"I'd really like to talk," Remus says softly.

"Oh, thank fuck," Sirius exhales, drawing a laugh out of Remus before he can help himself. Remus steps aside, gesturing for Sirius to come inside. When he turns to lead both of them over to the kitchen, he realises that his roommates are all standing and staring at them, wide eyed.

"Could, er... could you guys give us some time alone?" Remus asks, as Sirius situates himself on one of the kitchen counter stools. Christ, it's alien, seeing Sirius here, as glamorous and perfect as always and looking really bloody anxious. When his roommates don't move, he walks over to them. "Guys. Please."

"You- you're-" Marlene gestures, clearly in shock.

"Please?"

Lily seems to snap out of it, then.

"Right, yeah. Yes, of course." She grabs Mary and Marlene by the elbows, pulling the three of them into her room and shutting the door behind her.

Thank God.

He turns to Sirius with an uncertain smile.

"D'you want something to drink?" Remus asks, flicking the kettle on.

They end up with a mug of tea each, Remus sliding into the seat beside Sirius.

"Can't believe you take your tea exactly the same," Remus says with a smile.

"What can I say? I'm a creature of habit," Sirius says back. "You do the same too, thank you very much!"

"Alright, alright, I'm a hypocrite." They lapse into silence for a second, Remus at a loss for words. He still can't believe that this is real.

"Sorry. I know this probably came out of nowhere," Sirius says softly.

"Just a bit," Remus answers back.

"How did the English degree go?" He asks with a smile.

"Graduated with a first," Remus answers. "I finish my masters this year."

"'Course. You've always been a genius."

"Shut up, I have not."

"You have! Why d'you think I always came to you for essay help?"

"Because you fancied the pants off me and that was the easiest way to get me alone?" He asks with the arch of an eyebrow. Sirius smiles, caught.

"Okay, yeah, that sounds about right. Doesn't mean I don't think you're a genius, though." After a second, Sirius takes a deep breath, letting his eyes slide closed for half a second. "Do you ever think about us?" Sirius watches Remus anxiously, and Remus nods once. He's not quite ready to admit how much he thinks about them. About Sirius. "About... how it all ended?"

How could he forget?

It was one of the worst nights of Remus' life. A lot of shouting and tears, all ending with Remus telling Sirius to "just fucking go then!" immediately followed by Sirius storming out.

"Yeah," he admits quietly.

"I... fuck it. Rem, I replay that night in my head far too often. I- I don't really recognise us in it, d'you know what I mean?" Remus huffs an empty laugh.

"Yeah, I don't either. We... I don't really recognise us at all, towards the end." He starts playing with his fingers.

"What happened, Rem?"

"We were both a bit traumatised," Remus starts, and Sirius nods in agreement. "And we were both stubborn gits who wouldn't go to therapy about it."

"I think I just thought you didn't want me anymore," Sirius confesses quietly. "So I started trying to... I don't know, test the waters? Pull away, see if it did anything?" Remus shoots him a bit of a disbelieving look, and Sirius buries his head in his hands with a groan. It's a gesture so unbelievably Sirius-like that Remus wants to rake his fingers through his hair and bring him back out of his shell in the same way he did when they were a kid. "I know! It was fucking stupid! I just figured... I don't even know what I figured. I think I just didn't want to have to ask, y'know? Hear you say that you weren't interested in me anymore."

"I was into you. Christ, Sirius, you were my whole bloody world. I was just..." He sighs, not sure if he really wants to admit this. "You weren't going to move."

"What?"

"I overheard you talking to James. The record deal, moving to London? You were going to refuse it. I just... you're so fucking talented, and I didn't want you to have to gamble with the deal and risk losing it because of me. Sirius, look how far you've gotten. I couldn't be the one to get in the way of that, so I... I tried to make you see that you could live without me. Your dreams should come first."

"You..." Sirius' eyes scan across Remus' face, and he shakes his head to himself. "Trust you to be too bloody selfless." His affectionate smile fades, replaced by so much sincerity that Remus is a little taken aback by it. "Remus, all I wanted was you." He runs a hand through his hair. "I would have been happy in a cramped little flat in the middle of nowhere if it meant we could grow old together. I wrote songs for me. For you. Even now, they belong to us. Not everybody else. I still have so many that nobody else is going to get to see."

"Yeah, I remember every song you wrote."

"You do?"

"Course I do."

"I promise, I never wanted Pearl in the Darkened Sea to go out to the public. The label was going through my lyric book and found it. I... couldn't talk them out of it." He sounds surprisingly apologetic, and Remus wants to jump to reassure him.

"Hey, don't worry. I... it was actually really nice to be able to hear it."

"You still listen to it?"

"Don't tell my roommates." Sirius nods with a smile.

"Secret's safe with me." Remus watches Sirius consider his words carefully.

"You okay?" Remus asks softly.

"I miss you so much," he confesses in a rush. "I- I still want to talk to you about anything and everything, I can't write without thinking of you, and I spend an embarrassing amount of time thinking about us." He speaks quickly, not looking Remus in the eye.

"I miss you too. Fucking hell, Sirius, I miss you every day." Sirius' eyes meet his and, for a second, the two of them just look at each other. He watches as Sirius' face sets determinedly.

"I'm still in love with you."

Oh.

"You..."

"I never stopped loving you, Remus." This time, he doesn't look away from Remus, suddenly brave. "I know that might be a bit much, and I know you're probably over the breakup, and that's okay. I'll be okay. I just... I'd really like to have you back in my life, in any way that you're comfortable with. I just figure, if I want that, then I need to be as honest as I can. I spent a long time in love with you from a distance, I can do it as friends-"

He can't say anything else, because Remus is kissing him.

The impulse is an age old one, but he surprises himself a little by listening to his gut.

He's never been more grateful for his instincts in his life, as Sirius makes out a muffled noise of surprise, before throwing himself into the kiss earnestly. His lips are soft and familiar, bringing such a feeling of warmth and safety that Remus could cry.

The kiss is desperate, both trying to pull one another impossibly closer, limited by the distance of their chairs. Remus' hands go from his waist, to the nape of his neck, to his jaw, into his hair, trying to reach at every single piece of Sirius that he hadn't had in front of him for five fucking years. When Sirius reaches out, fingers hooking on the chain around Remus' neck and moving to pull him closer, Remus practically falls off his chair. It's enough of a stumble to break them apart, Remus having to get his bearings before their eyes meet.

"Hi," Sirius says quietly, eyes shining.

"Hi."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too," Remus says back, reaching out to lace their fingers together. Sirius lifts their connected hands, kissing all of Remus' knuckles one at a time. "So... we're trying again, yeah?" Sirius nods.

"With one hundred percent honesty, though." Remus nods, in fervent agreement.

"Guess I'm your groupie, now."

"Shut up," Sirius says, rolling his eyes affectionately as he connects their lips again. "You're my everything."

#fame au #rockstar sirius black #wolfstar #sirius black #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

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yuurei20 · 20 days ago

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Do you remember all those artworks that were posted about Twst before the release? Like Vil with the apple etc. I saw someone claiming that they were done by multiple artists but isn't it common knowledge that Yana Toboso drew those?

I dunno why people try to downplay her contributions. But anyway I wanted to make sure before I go off.

Hello hello, thank you for this question! 🔢

Here is a comment from Yana on the countdown illustrations:

RT> Ohh! So the countdown illustrations are going to become merchandise. I was initially asked to draw just the seven dorm leaders, but I thought, "This is a great opportunity to draw all of them…" and I was granted permission to do so, so I am happy that they are all coming together ☺️ I hope we can someday have merchandise with Osakabe-san’s countdown designs too.

So it seems that Yana was approached with the request to create promotional materials for the game, but only for the dorm leaders, and it is only because she countered with the idea of doing an extra 16 illustrations that we received such wonderful art for all 22 students (plus Crowley!)

And it does seem it was very much done by Yana on her own! ^^

She says at the end, "I hope we can someday have merchandise with Osakabe-san’s countdown designs too," and this is in reference to Osakabe Wataru, Twst's graphic designer!

Yana was retweeting an announcement of the sale of the countdown postcard designs which--based on her comment--apparently do not incorporate any of Osakabe's contributions, using only Yana's art:

And we have another tweet from Yana on this topic that we can refer to!

On March 1, 2020, Osakabe retweeted Ruggie's countdown illustration, commenting on how there is such a different atmosphere from that of the Heartslabyul characters and complimenting how cool it is.

Yana quote-retweeted with the following:

Osakabe-san was involved in the design of the countdown as well. Stylish 👀✨17 days left

So we know that Osakabe was not involved in the postcard illustration collection, but he was involved in the countdown art posted to Twitter.

Looking at the two pieces side by side:

<- Postcard collection ||| Twitter Post ->

It seems as though Osakabe, as the graphic designer, contributed things like the numbers (17 in this case), the "countdown: XX days" mark in the lower left and the logo (which is also of his design), and maybe some color adjustments? While the illustration itself was by Yana.

Maybe the comment you saw was in reference to the countdown art posted to Twitter, which was a Yana x Osakabe collaboration? :>

When people besides Yana are involved in a project she will generally say "by my company," in reference to her employees at D-6th, her personal studio, whose work she overseas as Twst's creative director and the mangaka of Black Butler (there is some overlap of her manga assistants and those who work on Twst content! more here ->)

But in this case it is seems you are very correct that the illustrations themselves are credited exclusively to Yana 🥳

#twstask #twisted wonderland #twstyana

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harringtons-cupid · 4 days ago

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could i request a jelous!steve where reader and him work together at Family Video, and one day while steve was organizing the tapes a guy comes in and the reader helps him, he flirts to her while steve watches from afar but the reader just ignores him and keeps doing her job. When the guy has finished he puts a paper with his number on her back pocket and walks out, the reader doesn't notice....but steve does see the paper on her pocket and gets jelous and mad at the same time because he tought she saved it, ignores her and wathever, you are free to follow with it how you want!💞

A/N: Thank you so much for the suggestion. I loved this idea!! A little Steve Harrington Fluff is what we all need. But I decided to change this a little bit, I wanted to add a bit of Eddie getting someone to flirt with you! But it didn't work. Stevie all the way.

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Steve was the one who got you the job when Robin decided to cut down her hours; the store was struggling with popularity, so he suggested that you'd be perfect for increasing sales. Your previous experience as a sales consultant allowed you to judge which films to release each week, and then, eventually, each month, an influx of new customers queued at the doors of the Family Video.

That was almost a year ago; Steve had chosen not to attend college away from Hawkins, and you joined him. Enjoying the relationship that was slowly blossoming between you and Steve. Community college was perfect, as you both trained up to managerial roles.

Tonight, the day had been slow-moving; you and Steve were chilling over the counter. Playing one of the many games you always played when business was slow. The bell tingled as the door opened and shut; you didn't bother to look up.

It was usually a solo guy looking for another 'cool' movie; a few times, you had served the one and only Eddie Munson. It assumed that you and Steve were secretly jealous of every interaction. you had with another male.

The shop began to get busier by the second, so Steve decided to actually do some work. He began to create the new releases on the front banner by the till, whilst you updated the stock list and revenues.

As you were distracted by the mathematics in your head, you didn't notice that someone was standing at the till until a soft cough startled you.

'I'm so sorry. How can I help you?' you asked politely whilst throwing Steve a face.

The guy placed his selection loudly on the desk; it was one of their regulars. The faint smell of weed and incense filled your nostrils. You pushed the videos forward and began scanning them.

Usually, this particular person didn't discuss much with you. The noises from you documenting the rentals were enough for him to deal with. But today, he started a conversation with you. Unfortunately, it was on someone else's behalf.

"So, you know Eddie. right?'' he asked sheepishly.

You sighed, sliding the videos back towards his side of the till. You turn your attention towards the computer before beginning to electronically input all the information in front of you.

''Munson, yeah, I've spoken to him once." You looked at the guy briefly, wanting to change the subject.

He was still standing against the register as you flickered your attention from your work towards the ever-growing queue appearing behind him.

"I'm not interested, but thanks." You smiled at him, trying to hint heavily that other people needed serving.

The people behind him were getting annoyed; Steve was now by your side and offering to serve anyone waiting. This guy was rifling in his pockets before dropping a piece of paper onto the table and shrugging.

On the paper, there were two numbers. One of them was obviously for Eddie Munson, and the other was for the guy who had unsuccessfully tried to get your attention.

You didn't notice Steve's eyes were focused on the paper you dropped in the bin behind you as you waved a group of people forward.

After you both managed to handle the crowd and the shop was once again quieter, he turned to you.

"Are you going to call him? He was nervous when he spoke, pulling a card out of his spread.

Trying not to seem rude, but you struggled to hold in your laughter at his question. Had he been looking in on a different conversation?

''Umm, no, Stevie," you teased, poking his chest as you laughed at him.

His eyebrows knotted together in confusion, he spread his chosen cards down in front of you before leaning closer.

''Why not? I mean, he seemed pretty interested in you," he said once more with a hint of nervousness.

''I sort of like someone else." You bit your lip as you placed your own card spread on the table.

Naturally, he had beaten you at the game once again. He didn't hold his happiness, taking both spreads into his hands and throwing them jokingly against the table before closing the distance between you both.

It was dark now, the shop had been quiet for over an hour, and you were starting to get the late-night giggles. Family Stores stayed open until 11pm, swallowing your obvious yawn.

''So, who do you like?" His brown eyes pierced into yours; his body was very close to yours. "So, who do you like?" His brown eyes pierced into yours; his body was very close to yours.

Gulping hard as you felt the heat radiating off his body, he was staring at you, demanding an answer.

How could you begin to tell him that you had been dismissing any person who hit on you because of him?

Ever since you met him, there was a crush, an attraction to him that was clouding your judgement on most things, but you couldn't leave him alone. Robin constantly teased the shit out of you.

So for the first time, you exhaled heavily. Closing your eyes before speaking, you couldn't face him if he rejected you there and then.

''You, it's you, Steve," you sighed; it felt good to say it out loud.

Silence followed your confession, and anxiety filled up inside you. You took a step back to avoid any more rejection, but he reached for your hand and pulled you back towards him.

His hands cupped your cheeks before kissing you. He was soft and gentle, having to slow himself down. You panted against his lips as he turned you around and pushed you against the counter, feeling breathless when the familiar sound of the bell broke your kiss.

Sheepishly, you were pulled apart as someone entered the shop. Your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, turning to look at Steve. Holding in your laughter as he winked at you, adjusting his outfit. He disappeared into the shop to avoid any more embarrassment.

The person appeared at the front of the desk as you were sorting out your hair; they seemed to be bemused at the pair of you. Nothing but smug smiles were exchanged as they took their chosen videos and left the store.

''Oh my god, do you think they saw us?" You gasped, turning to face him.

He spun round within seconds.

"''Babe, of course they saw us," he smirked, with a familiar smugness tugging at his lips.

Without a pause, he began to speak again.

"You got rid of that number, didn't you?'' he licked his lips as he studied you.

Humouring him, you debated the question for a few seconds before telling him the obvious answer that you had already thrown it away. You were not interested in anyone but him.

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berryispunk · 8 months ago

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How to Fall in Love - Your Guide to The Perfect Meet-Cute

summary: What does this guy do in your bookstore in this shitty weather? Guess you'll find out.

notes: This was a spontaneous idea that came to me while walking the dog. For all the Frankie stans, hope you love this as much as I do. <3 Frankie deserves better!

tags: fluff, fluff and more fluff, no further physical description of reader, F/M pairing, meet-cute, first meeting, falling in love, soft!Frankie, Frankie being babygirl, brief mention of addiction, if you squint Frankie is insecure, no mention of y/n, no smut (i'm sorry)

word count: 2,1 k

It’s a rainy Wednesday afternoon in autumn. The streets outside of the tiny bookstore you’re working in are relatively empty. If there are people exposing themselves to the elements they are ushering into the surrounding stores not to get wet because it’s literally pouring. You turn your gaze back to your book, a poetry book you just grabbed from the “New In” sales table in front of the bookstore. You haven’t checked out this book yet, but you had mentally put it on your TBR list, already.

You sit down at the cash register and can’t help yourself but open the first page. Poetry is something you find yourself drawn to the most. It fascinates you that people are able to put such complex feelings into beautiful words that sound nothing like the horrors being transported by them. You’re just about to turn over another page as the ringing sound of the little doorbell tells you someone entered the store. You don’t even bother looking up from your book and just tell the person your usual greeting. “Hello and welcome. Make yourself comfortable, if there’s anything I can do for you I am here.” And you couldn’t sound anymore effortless.

It’s silent, only the soft guitar acoustic sounds playing over the stereo creating some background noise until you hear a squeaking noise. Wet shoes. The person must have paused to look around before entering the store. They wear some really squeaky, wet shoes and it makes your toes curl. It’s a really nasty, high-pitched noise and you frown for a moment, trying your hardest to concentrate back on the last sentence you read for the fifth time in a row now.

You give up, sigh heavily and put your bookmark - a slip of something you bought for lunch - between the pages and close the book. You decide to put it under the cash register counter and finally look up, only catching a flash of a dark navy baseball cap disappearing behind a bookshelf.

If you hadn’t just heard the squeaking noise and saw the cap behind the bookshelf you could’ve sworn you’re still alone in the store because the person you just greeted minutes ago made no other audible noise.

You rise from your stool behind the cash register and start wandering the store, just to make sure the person isn’t stealing something because your boss will literally kill you if that happens. You head straight to the shelf you saw the person disappearing behind and you are greeted by a tall, broad-looking guy with a mustard colored jacket that is clearly soaking wet.

The guy with the dark navy cap studies the shelf in front of him closely, his big hand running over the book covers and moving his lips, but from the distance you’re standing at you can’t hear him. The cap is worn deep, almost covering his eyes, creating a dark shadow in the dimly-lit room but what it doesn’t cover is his aquiline nose. Dark curls peeking out from under the cap, one lock stuck to his temple, clearly wet too.

His side profile catches you off guard for a moment. The strong, slightly crooked nose, the plush lips, with the slightly bigger bottom lip creating a really unique facial silhouette and you can’t help but stare at him for a moment longer than would be considered decent.

After a bit you find your bearings and clear your throat softly, announcing your presence but it seems he’s too lost in thought to notice your company. You decide to take a step closer to him, making it obvious you’re next to him and start to rearrange some slightly out of place spines on the shelf.

Finally the stranger looks up, finding your eyes directly and you feel like your knees are about to give in. His dark brown eyes light up slightly as he gives you a polite smile, creating some minor wrinkles around his eyes making it obvious he’s at least ten years older than you. You do your hardest not to blush and look away, but damn the way he stares directly into your soul makes your heart skip a beat.

“Oh, hey. Sorry, have you been standing there for long? I didn’t…,” he trails off, his voice as beautiful and warm as his eyes are. His deep bass is shining through with every syllable.

You shake your head.

“Not for long, don’t worry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. You looked so focused.” Your admission is honest, giving him a soft smile back and his own widens in return. You notice the heat in your cheeks growing.

Thanking every cosmic creature that the store isn’t that perfectly lit and the stranger hopefully doesn’t notice your blushing cheeks.

“Yeah, I...um… I’m searching for something specific. Either way I’m too oblivious to see it or it’s simply the wrong aisle.” He furrows his brows slightly as he simultaneously adjusts his cap, rearranging his dark, curly mess under it before he puts it back on. Is he nervous?, you wonder.

“Tell me what you’re looking for and maybe I can help you,” you answer immediately, the professional smile never leaving your face.

He studies your face for a moment, as if he’s contemplating if you’re honest or not so you nod reassuringly.

He clears his throat.

“Self help books. I’m looking for self help books,” he says, his voice possibly not sounding as confident as it did in the beginning of the conversation.

“Yep, wrong aisle it is. We’re in the DIY section. Follow me, I’ll show you the right one,” you say in a friendly tone and tilt your head to follow you so he does.

“Here,” you announce to him. You have barely moved from the aisle you found him in.

He smiles grateful at you and nods. “I am at the cash register if you need anything else.” You turn around and walk towards the place you were sitting at just minutes ago.

No way in hell you’re able to go back reading that poetry book if this mysterious, good-looking man is wandering around your bookstore but you try anyway, trying to mask the excitement his presence alone is giving you.

He’s really handsome and looks way out of place in this tiny old bookstore. Such a guy isn’t an everyday occurrence after all. Sure, there are plenty of customers everyday. Maybe even some halfway decent ones, but you never felt this heat in your cheeks before while they’re smiling at you and you silently curse yourself and start to question everything.

The way you’re dressed today, with this old basic-as-fuck flannel shirt, an oversized band tee under it and some black leggings. You’re the epitome of “basic bitch” today. This fit does absolutely nothing for your figure but how the hell should you have known that this attractive stranger would enter your store when there were hardly any people coming in at all. You find yourself tucking a bit on your shirt and even smelling at the flannel to check if there’s any strong smells to it but all you notice is the perfume you’re wearing.

You’re catapulted back into the present immediately as the stranger places two books on the counter. One being Addiction Recovery - Skills to Rewire the Brain and the other being The Addiction Recovery Book Workbook - Powerful Skills for Preventing Relapse and you look up from the counter, your eyes meeting his but he immediately looks away. You want to say something, anything, but you sense his discomfort so you decide to stick to professionalism. You scan the books with practiced ease and say “That makes $32, please.”

“Sure,” he mumbles as he presents his credit card and you push the payment device wordlessly closer to him. As he places his card on the display you catch the name on it. Francisco Morales, you smile to yourself.

“Francisco, huh?” you interrupt the awkward silence and he looks at you with a mix of confusion and astonishment.

“Your card. Sorry, I just….” you apologize but he chuckles and all of a sudden the atmosphere is way lighter as he searches for your face again and smiles sheepishly.

“Frankie. Just… Frankie, please,” he snickers, the corners of his mouth still up and you nod.

“Okay, Just Frankie,” you reply. You place the books in a small paper bag and hand them to him, your own smile not faltering. “Have a nice day.”

He nods, lifting his cap once again and bows playfully. “For you too, ma’am.” His smile is even wider and you can’t help but giggle as he heads toward the entrance.

You watch him going down the paved road of the pedestrian zone, the pouring rain finally ceasing. Your gaze follows him until he’s completely out of sight and you feel a twinge of regret.

This was your chance and you missed it. You really thought there was a little spark, but obviously you're mistaken because he didn’t even ask for your name. You sigh, slump back on your stool, burying your face back into the book as the doorbell rings again.

“Hello and welcome. Make yourself comfortable. If there’s anything I can do for you I am here,” you repeat your usual sentence.

“You already said that earlier,” a familiar voice ringing in your ear and you look up immediately this time. Looking into these beautiful dark brown eyes, this time with a tint of hazel in them. As the sun breaks through the clouds it’s creating a soft, golden glow through the shop windows, illuminating his features perfectly. This would be the perfect movie scene, you think to yourself.

You lay down your book and give him your full attention. “Yeah, it’s automatic, you know.” You giggle and this time you don’t care about the slight blush on your cheeks.

“Sorry I was a dumb-ass earlier. I didn’t even ask for your name in return. I was…,” he pauses, “caught off guard,” he admits and it only causes your cheeks to get hotter.

He felt it too. The spark.

“It’s alright,” you appease him and tell him your name.

His smile widens. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” he says cheeky and you laugh, an honest laugh.

“Watch out, don’t trip over your own slime trail.”

He laughs back, a deep rumbling laugh and you know in this moment you’re absolutely smitten.

"Anyway. You think you want to grab a coffee sometime?” he asks, a smirk on his face.

You nod. “I’d love to. My shift is over in an hour. If that’s not too spontaneous for you?”

He shakes his head. “Sounds perfect. I come pick you up then.” he replies, the wide grin still on his face and you giggle again.

You don’t remember the last time you went out with a total stranger to be honest. And a customer on top of that.

“See you around then, Just Frankie,” you remark on his comment from earlier and he laughs again as he heads towards the door and winks at you one last time before he’s out of sight once more.

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It is raining again when the two of you sit in a café near the store. Frankie sits really close to you, the chair legs of his chair intermingling with yours. He couldn’t be any closer as he puts his arm around your shoulder. You move easily into the embrace, your head leaning closer to him.

“You know… I’m glad you never asked me about the titles of the books I bought.”

“Which books? You have bought so many since I met you but read none of them.”

There is a rumble in his chest and he’s clearly amused by your statement.

“No, the ones I bought when we first met. I guess you still remember that?” Of course you remember your meeting, because it feels almost like destiny now. There’s a short silence, and you can almost hear him thinking.

“Thank you for never judging people like me for their addiction,” his tone is sincere.

“You know I only ever cared about your looks and your skills in the sack, don’t you?” You both laugh. You grab for the hand that is not around your shoulder and hold it tight. In return, you receive a peck on your head.

“I’ve never really cared much for books, but I’m so glad I went into the bookstore that day. In the end I didn’t read them but they were worth every penny.”

He turns your hands over and plays with the ring on your left ring finger.

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