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suchalonelysunflower · 4 years

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You Said Forever (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Requested: Yes!

Summary: Based on the song “Driver’s License” by Olivia Rodrigo. You did everything you could to get over him, you talked to friends, went on long drives and even wrote him a song. Why cant you just let him go?

Warnings: Angst. Language. Mentions of alcohol. Some grammar mistakes? (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 6.7 k

Author’s Note: I’m so excited someone requested this! I highly recommend listening to the song before you read, references are in the text and dialogs. Please remember that Reblogs, Coments, Feedback and Likes are more than welcome and encouraged! You don’t know how much they help me 💕 Hope you like it and Happy reading 🦋

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@rime-warrior : Hey love! Has anyone requested an imagine for Calum based on the song “Drivers license” by Olivia Rodrigo yet? I think you’re the only one who would be able to do it any justice 😭💕

“I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

'Cause I still fucking love you, babe”

You could hear the doorbell ring over the thunderous storm raging outside. It was late, probably closer to midnight than you imagined. Who could possibly be outside right now? especially in this kind of weather?

After four consecutive rings, you decided to get up from your spot on the bed and walk up to the door. It must be something very important for someone to startle you that way.

Once you got closer to the door you could also distinguish some strong bangs coming from the other side accompanied by the endless ringing “Okay, okay! I’m coming!” You called, but whoever was standing opposite to you mustn’t have heard you as they continued to disrupt the peace of a stormy night.

A shiver ran down your spine before you could reach the doorknob, almost like the ghost of a feeling, a warning for you not to open the door. Despite your common sense, you decided to open the door, already being too late to go back.

“Calum?”

He was standing in front of you, completely drenched from head to toes. His breathing was uneven, almost like he ran all the way over here, but his eyes were set on yours, unmoving as you both tried to take each other in.

“Calum-what is?-” Your words got stuck in your mouth as he pushed himself forward, grabbing your face delicately as he clashed his lips with yours.

You felt yourself melt into the kiss, making it everything you ever wished for. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss as you brought him closer to you. He was here, he was finally here with you. It all feels like a dream.

Your alarm clock marked 6 AM when you jumped from your dreams into reality. You should’ve known, everything was too good to be true.

You brought one hand to your face, trying to wipe away the tiredness of your eyes, but you found your cheeks were humid due to tears you didn’t even know you shed through the night, damping your pillow sheets once again.

It was always the same dream: Calum coming back to you. Night after night your mind drifted to another reality where you’d meet again, sometimes it was at a concert, other at the local café of your neighborhood that you used to love so much, but tonight was the first night where he appeared at your house. Which was funny considering that he hasn’t stepped foot in this place for almost a year.

You pushed your thoughts away as you tried to go back to sleep. And you did try, but the tossing and turning made you restless, you cursed your mind as the only thing you could see when you closed your eyes was Calum, standing at your door and asking for a kind of forgiveness you weren’t sure you could give. Although, who were you kidding?

Checking the clock once again you realized it was 20 past 6, still too early to go back to real life, but not too early to start and try to live a little.

Pushing yourself off the bed, you grabbed a big hoodie and some pair of sweatpants before putting on your running shoes and hopping into the bathroom to brush your teeth and clean your face before grabbing your keys and getting out of the house.

You sat on the driver’s seat, just like you did a thousand times, taking a big breath before starting the engine.

“You do know you have a perfectly good car in your driveway, right?”

You smiled at him and greeted him with a hug and a kiss as you climbed into the passenger's seat.

It was your usual morning routine. Ever since you met and he found out you lived nearby the studio he always volunteered to carpool with you. Since then, your mornings were filled with hugs, good coffee and stolen kisses you gave each other as the road to the studio became longer and longer thanks to all the detours you took.

“Hello, Calum. I’m very good, thank you for asking, how are you?”

Calum rolled his eyes and gave you a little peck on your lips “I would’ve been on time if I hadn’t had to pick your ass from the other side of town”

You lightly punched him in the arm “You know you love me” He smiled.

“That I do, darling. But I would love you more if you drove us from time to time”

“You know I don’t have a car!” Calum turned to you and pointed to the classic mustang sitting in front of your house, raising his eyebrows as if to ask if you were stupid “That’s my dad’s car!”

“That he kindly gave to you when he helped you move to LA so you could pursue your dream of becoming the next new sensation of music,” He said mocking a dreamy voice to try imitating you “He said it was yours, so it's yours! And honestly, it’s a pretty cool car if you ask me. A real chick magnet”

You mocked a gag at his old reference of movies from the 50’s “Sexist much?” You both laughed as he started the car and started driving “Anyways, he only gave me the car because mom was threatening to sell it on eBay if he didn’t get rid of it soon enough, so he could still come and get it whenever he wants to” You shrugged.

Calum started sniffing the air, “What?” You asked, sniffing as well in case there was something wrong.

“Do you smell that?” He asked with a concerned face.

“Smell what?”

He leaned closer to you and sniffed harder before whispering “The bullshit”

You scoffed and pushed him back “Haha very funny”

You waited until he stopped laughing, you never told him the truth, well two truths actually.

One: That you enjoyed the drives you had with him, it was a special time for the two of you to be yourselves without anyone to judge. You would laugh, sing, talk for hours as you sat in traffic under the city lights. It was the little moments that matter for the two of you, these were your little moments and you didn’t want to give them up just yet.

It was not easy being in a “relationship” that no one knew about, not even his bandmates, although you knew they were suspecting something. All the sneaking away while amid a recording session, hanging out in each other’s rooms, how adamant he was to carpool with you every day, even when he didn’t need to go to the studio… It was an easy tell, but it was also your private life.

You told yourself that it was for the best, that you shouldn’t mix work and personal life, especially when your personal life included Calum. He was adamant to keep whatever you had out of the public eye “What we have is good” He said, “Why ruin it with labels?” And you agreed, knowing that making everything official could just mess everything up. Calum was your best friend, after all, you would be damn if you lose him.

And for the second truth:

“I don’t know how to drive”

Just in time, the traffic light turned red. Calum turned to you in disbelief “Bluff” You shook your head, not looking at him just yet “Bluff! That can’t be right! Y/N how old are you?”

You shrugged again “I never needed to! I always enjoyed walking plus,” You said nudging your arm on Calum’s “I have the best driver right here!” You pecked his cheek with a kiss and saw how quickly they blushed, making you celebrate this tiny victory inside your head. You loved making him blush, it gave you some kind of security that he felt the same way.

Calum stared at you for a moment too long, making you self-conscious under his eyes. You could tell the gears were running inside his head “What if I teach you how to drive?”

You chuckled “Now I call your bluff”

“I’m serious!” He said, not taking his eyes from you “We have time before the tour starts, and that way you could drive us somewhere for once! You know? Picking me out and going on a date?”

Your eyes were set on him with an alarming tone, a what now? Was he serious? “You would do that for me?” You asked shyly, not wanting to fall into another of his pranks, but he seemed serious enough.

“Of course!” He said with a chuckle that accentuated all his dimples “Let’s get you your driver’s license, Y/N!”

Calum grabbed your hand and intertwined it with his, shaking it as a victory celebration and then placing a kiss on your knuckles. You laughed and reminded him where you were “Eyes on the road, Hood” even though the light was still red, you would rather him not noticing the red that tinted your cheeks and the loud beating of your heart.

You saw how the sun was starting to illuminate the coast as you drove by. Everything was so quiet this early in the morning and you were thankful, you needed this quiet so you could be alone with your thoughts once again. And, just like every day, that just meant you were thinking of Calum.

Could you blame him? Possibly, your friends said you should. But could you live with yourself knowing that you are holding a grudge towards someone who is probably unaware of it? Not in the slightest.

You were never official, not to the public at least, but in your heart, you knew he was the only one who could make you feel like this. He was the only one capable of making you laugh as hard as you did, cry the way that you did, and enjoy yourself to the fullest. You were your best when you were with him and now… How are you now?

Would he care?

You knew he loved you, he said so himself. The only thing you didn’t know was in what way. Did he love you like a lover? or just like a friend who he’d get to kiss and make love to from time to time?

The lump in your throat became stronger as you remember the last moments you had with him and all the promises he couldn’t keep. You tried to distract yourself, crying behind the wheel could be dangerous and you weren’t going to risk your life for him, not yet at least.

You turned on the radio in hopes that it would call your mind, at this point even the commercials would make you feel better if they made you think about anything but him.

“And now, Laurie. We have the hottest single of the year!” Said the radio host with the most cheerful tone a person could mutter this early “This up-and-coming artist debuted this single almost a month ago and it is still top of the charts in almost 34 countries all over the world!”

Now the lump in your throat came back but this time with a knot on your stomach as well. The first time you heard the song play on the radio you felt excited, after all this is why you came to LA in the first place. Yet the feeling became bittersweet in no time.

“My girls, boys, and non-binary folks; if you are in your car right now get ready to sing this at the top of your lungs with all the feelings you could muster and send a fuck you to your ex. This is ‘Driver’s License’ by Y/N L/N”

“I got my driver’s license last week, just like we always -”

You turned off the music and kept driving in silence.

You knew it was a bad idea to release the song you wrote about him. Maybe it was a petty move on your part, but… didn’t you have the right to be petty this time?

Either way is not like people would realize it was about him. It was your little secret, yours and Calum’s if he ever heard it, although you believe that if he did then he would’ve said something to you by now. Yet his silence was similar to the one in your car; deafening and heartbreaking.

“I don’t know Calum,” You said as you stared at your car parked in front of you “Is it safe to do it here?”

Calum was leaning on top of the hood, rolling his eyes at your indecision “Would you rather do it on the PCA?” You shot your eyes at him with a deathly glare, he just chuckled “I promise is okay, this parking lot is big enough and there are no cars left that you could accidentally hit”

You were both standing in the middle of the studio’s parking lot late at night. Calum insisted that this was the day you learned how to drive, so he spent the night at your place and today he drove you in your car, that way there would be no excuses left for you not to do it.

However, you were still hesitant. This was technically your father’s car, his other baby, and if you ever crash it you wouldn't know what you’ll do. Calum noticed your doubt and took a step closer to you, grabbing your hand in his to give you some sort of encouragement.

“Look, babe. It’s okay if you don’t want to do it. I won’t pressure you” He said softly “I just thought this could be fun for the both of us” He smiled “Fun and educational for that matter. But if you’re not ready then we can go home and-”

“I want to do it, Cal,” You said, “I just- I don’t know where to even begin!”

He chuckled and placed a kiss on your forehead, making all the butterflies in your stomach take flight.

“Tell you what,” Calum said confidently “You get behind the wheel and I’ll put us some inspirational music”

He walked back to the car to connect his phone to the speakers “You better put my song first!” You called after him as you walked towards the driver’s seat.

Calum laughed “God, I should’ve never told you that! Now your ego’s off the damn roof!” Soon enough he sat on the passenger’s seat next to you and buckled up.

“Not my fault that you think of me so often you want to put it into song” You teased, leaning in for a kiss that Calum was happy to oblige.

“Yes,” He said mid-kiss “It is completly your fault” Next thing you know ‘Kill My Time’ was playing on the radio, but Calum was not letting go of you just yet.

You wished this moment last forever, you wished every moment with Calum would last forever, but you both needed to breathe at some point “I wish I could kiss you all day long, I swear I could die on your lips and die happy” You said as you pressed your forehead to his, smiling like a fool in love.

“Soon, love,” Calum said as he crashed his lips against yours “Just wait until tour is over and then we’ll have forever to do just that”

You grinned at his words, a few days ago he promised to make your relationship publicly official once he came back from tour, that way you’ll have more time together as a fairly new couple. If he was willing to take that step, then you were more than ready to follow along. You knew you’d give everything for him if you had to and you still won’t regret it. You love him, and that was enough for you.

“Think I’m ready to start,” You said once you pulled away from him for the last time.

Calum nodded and patted his hand on your thigh “Okay, first you have to turn on the engine. Good, then you check all your mirrors and make sure your gear shift is on position-”

“My what?” You asked.

“Your gear shift, you know? The stick in-”

“Oh, you mean the PRNDL? You said, trying your hardest to stay serious, but failing to do so once you saw Calum’s face.

“You couldn't go one day without your references now, could you?” He said in amusing disbelief that had you both laughing.

The lesson was fairly simple, it just consisted of going forwards and on reverse a few times and practicing some turns in circles around the parking lot, and you were proud to say you were getting the hang of it pretty quickly. Calum turned out to be a great instructor with the patience of a god, he never got mad at you or showed that he was scared - even though it was pretty clear that he was, especially when you turned too far and almost hit a lamp post - and you appreciate him for that.

It was almost 2 AM when you decided to call it quits for the day and start back tomorrow. Calum was now behind the wheel driving you to your house so he could pick up his car and drive home.

“Cal?” You said once he parked in your driveway.

“Yes, love?”

“I’m really happy with you” You shyly admitted.

Calum’s heart beamed with love as he pulled you closer for a goodnight kiss “And I’m really happy with you”

You kissed him one more time before jumping out of the car “See you tomorrow!” He called before you watched him drive away.

The sound of a horn woke you up from your daydream memory. You didn’t know the light had just turned green until the car behind you started pounding their button and cursing at you to move.

You watched the white car from the rearview mirror as you drove away, it looked like his, all the white cars did, but you knew he couldn’t be here just yet, not until the tour was done.

A sinking feeling of hopelessness filled your inner thoughts once again. The promises he made faded like the wind in the summer once he stepped on that plane and decided that you were something he had to leave behind. It would’ve been good to know beforehand, that way you wouldn’t have wasted a year by the phone, hoping it would ring and that he’d be on the other line.

You glanced at the car’s clock one more time, it’s already too late to do anything, you’ve been driving around without a destination for hours when it only felt like minutes. Time is something you learn how to lose when you’re alone, minutes become meaningless once you realize there is no one there to share them with you, but it’s late and it was time to head home. You let out a sigh at the realization that your drive-through therapy didn’t work this time.

Deciding to take the long way home, you started to drive through the lesser-known streets of LA, hoping that you’d get lost somewhere and not knowing if anyone would care.

The dreams of running away came flashing down, more of an idea than an afterthought. Yes, you made it in LA, you have a hit song and your dreams are coming true. Why didn’t that feel like enough?

If you were gone, even just for a little bit, would anybody notice? If you just got up in your car and started driving somewhere unknown until the feeling of loneliness faded away. Could you drive your feelings away? Outrun them somehow?

You knew that if Calum could do it then so could you. It was so easy for him to just leave whatever you had behind, to leave you behind and hope that you were okay somehow. If he thought that you were okay then he maybe didn’t know you at all and you are probably better off without him, just like your friends say all the time.

But were you better off without him?

Tears started piling up in the corner of your eyes once again. No, you were not better off without him even though you want to be. And neither you are better off with him, if he ever came back to you, that is.

You swallowed a sob, trying your hardest not to break down again. It was useless, all the tears and all the songs and all the fuck him an attitude that you could muster… What was it for if not to dwell on your pain even more? You are still hurt and he still did not care.

You took a turn on the left, knowing the way like the back of your hand. You knew this path would lead you home, but you also knew it would lead you to his house as well.

The first time you did this was to practice how to find your way to Calum’s home without getting lost. You knew he wasn’t home and he wouldn’t be for many many months, but you wanted to surprise him once he got there, to pick him up and drive him to that date he promised you once he returned. Now, you avoided that road like a plague unless you had days like this, days in which missing him became everything you did, and now passing through his empty house gave you the reality check you desperately needed: He is gone. It also inspired you to write the song, it was a blessing and a curse.

You turned into the familiar street and looked to your right, you counted the houses passing by one, two, three, four… Until you spotted his old porch. Normally, that’s all you did. You would drive through his street and see the house dark and cold as his owner was out of town. But today there was a white car on his driveway.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you recognized the license plate, immediately stepping on the breaks and making the car stopped abruptly in front of the house.

That is his car… But how? You knew that Calum kept his car in Ashton’s place so they could drive up together to the airport every time they had to leave. What is it doing here? Tour didn’t end until a week from today and-

The sudden movement coming from the house pulled you from every rational thought as the front door opened. You held your breath as the person who stole all your sleepless nights came into view.

He was home.

Calum stepped out of his house with a bright smile on his face. His hair was shorter than the last time you’ve seen it, and he was less tanned, a fact that was easily noticeable thanks to the contrast of his leather jacket on his skin. But his dimples were intact as he smiled at whoever was inside the house.

A small figure came behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso as she was laughing at something he said. Her blond hair was falling down her back so elegantly, and her smile was bright as day as she hugged him, you wouldn’t have noticed that in the photos. She looked happy, but what broke you the most is that he looked happy as well.

He was home, but he was home with her.

You knew something was going on, even if there wasn’t anything official from either of them. You weren’t official, too. But seeing them was all the proof you needed to believe it. Believe that it was actually over and neither of you said goodbye.

You bit the inside of your cheek as silent tears started rolling down your face. You wanted to scream, to cry your hearts out, and let the world fuck itself over and over again. But for the love that you had on yourself, you promised that you wouldn't dignify him by making a scene. He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve to know you cared.

With that in mind, you wiped your tears and floored the gas pedal, driving away from the scene.

“Hey!!!!!”

“Guess what?”

“I PASSED THE TEST!”

“I can legally drive on my own now :D!”

Read 19:05

“Calum?”

“Oh, you must be at the concert now, my bad!”

“Let me know when we can FaceTime again! I can’t wait to tell you how it went! I’m so excited we can finally switch places and let me be the one in charge of the road, lol”

Read 23:54

“Is everything alright, Cal?”

Read 04:32

“I miss you”

Read July 19th 14:49

Last week you sent your last text to him and he still hadn’t responded yet. You tossed all night waiting for at least a smoke signal from him. He was gone for two months now and he never missed one of your calls, it was so unlike him, especially when he promised you to call every day he was on tour.

You tried to distract yourself by doing everything you could think of. You watched videos, listened to music, played candy crush over and over again, and still, there was no answer.

You were starting to give up when a notification from Twitter graced your screen, it read: “Calum Hood, bassist from the band 5 Seconds of Summer, seen cozying up with a mysterious girl in a nightclub two nights ago”

You blinked twice and reread the headline, hoping that your eyes were deceiving you.

“The Australian bassist seemed to be catching up with some friends and letting it all loose at a wild night here in London after their sold-out show in the O2 Arena.

Hood was wearing-”

You skipped all that unnecessary information, scrolling down to the bottom where you knew all media kept the real gossip. A bubble of anxiety started forming inside your throat, as your fingers moved over the screen. The atmosphere became heavy while you could hear your heart thundering inside your chest, every little beat it made was hurting you, almost like it was banging your ribcages begging to be set free.

Time stood still as you looked at the pictures, not wanting to believe your eyes as they analyzed every detail of it.

There he was, hugging a blond woman from behind and resting his face on her shoulders just like he used to do with you. Even from the picture, you could tell she was gorgeous. The next picture showed her wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling at him. He had his hands cupping her cheeks, his face denoted a serious expression, but the look in his eyes was fixed on her.

He kissed her in the third picture, his hands still cupping her cheeks. It seemed like he was smiling through the kiss.

The last picture had them sitting on some kind of leather sofa. She was sitting on his lap and his hands were wandering very close to her butt, holding her close to him.

“The fans of the band wasted no time on identifying the mysterious girl. She seems to be the new tour assistant manager of the boys. Let’s hope that work and pleasure don’t get between this beautiful couple #goals<3”

The stream of tears was never-ending. You couldn’t understand what was going on, why Calum hasn’t said anything to you, why-why did he let it happen? Something was not right, and it wasn’t just your breathing getting heavy inside your lungs or your shaky hands as you typed the next text.

“We need to talk, please call me?”

You got no answers that night as you cried yourself to sleep, realizing that you had no one to comfort you cause nobody knew that you two were even together. You were utterly alone.

The next morning you woke up to no text from him, not even a call or a voicemail.

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You forced yourself to finish your nighttime routine. Ever since you came back home you did nothing but cry, but not of sadness, you were crying of anger.

With him being far away it almost didn’t seem real. You allowed yourself to create some sort of fantasy where he would come back to you, to start over where you left off and be together for everyone to see. How foolish.

You thought that he’ll hear your song and he’ll be running back to you to apologize, to ask if you still love him like before. But he won’t, because he is happy without you while you rot in your own pity party.

You grabbed hold onto the counter, trying to hold the tears as everything suddenly became clear as day. All the red flags you ignored were now shining as candy apples. He made a fool of you and didn’t even dignify you with at least some kind of warning or apology. He brought you down and now it was up to you to climb back up and even higher than before.

How could he?

All the memories you held close to your heart were burning in the pyre of your soul. You loved him, you knew you did. But all you meant for him was just a summer fling, something to waste time on before the real thing came along.

But he loved you…

Did he?

He spent entire days and nights next to you. He told you stories no one’s ever heard of. He sang to you to sleep and wrote you the most beautiful poems you’ve ever read. He picked you up every day and stayed with you until it was your time to leave. He made you feel welcome and there was not a day where you didn’t feel safe around his arms. He was your best friend. He taught you how to drive and what it meant to feel something real, something as important as the love you could have for someone. He loved you, he said he did, he promised he did.

Maybe love was not enough for him.

Your mind was divided, fighting over and over and over again about the same thing. Part of you cursed his name while the other part just wanted to be held by him, telling you that it will all be okay. But you couldn't even trust yourself on this one.

The doorbell rang, one, two, three times.

You were not going to answer it. One look in the mirror and you knew you couldn't answer anyone in this state. Your eyes were puffy and red, your cheeks were hollowed from not eating all day. There was nothing you could do to make you look or feel better, so whoever was behind the door will have to find another way to disturb the chaos in your mind.

However, they were persistent. With the ring of the doorbell came a few bangs. It seemed urgent.

You took one last look at yourself before deciding with a sigh to go and open the door. Whoever it was must have a good reason to come banging at your door a little past midnight.

“I’m coming!” You called, voice coming out a little hoarse from crying all night.

A shiver ran down your back and you felt like you were here before, in this exact moment where all your instincts told you to walk away. You decided to ignore them as you gently turned the doorknob and opened the door. Immediately wishing you didn’t.

“Calum?”

He stood in front of you, soaked from head to toe. Hands in the pockets of his jacket, not the leather one, but one more cozy. He was also wearing a pair of sweatpants and part of his hair was stuck on his forehead. You didn’t realize it was raining.

“Can I come in?” He asked, not even a hello.

You debated on whether or not to let him in. Part of you wanted to throw him back into the streets, but a storm was coming - much in the literal and subliminal way, and you didn’t want him to drive in this weather, you still care for him even though you shouldn’t.

With a simple nod, you opened the door wide enough so he could enter the house, a little “thank you” came out of his mouth as he stepped inside for the first time in over a year.

You closed the door and started walking into the kitchen with Calum following you like a stray dog. Your hands were shaking so you hid them behind your back as you slowly wrapped your arms around you in an attempt to comfort you throughout this whole ordeal.

Calum is standing in front of you on the other side of the island. He is not looking at you, but rather he is looking at his feet. You figured he was too scared to be the first one to talk and it broke your heart that he has suddenly become shy around you when you used to tell each other everything. ‘But whose fault is that?’ You thought.

Now you were just two strangers in a room.

“I thought you’d still be on tour,” You said, breaking the silence that has fallen upon you.

Calum looked up and he almost looked thankful that you spoke first “The last two venues canceled at the last minute due to weather conditions,” He said “So we came back earlier than expected”

You nodded and faced the other way. The fact that he was here in your home made your stomach turn and not in a good way. You always thought him coming back was going to be something joyful, but it became more painful as time went by.

“They closed café Mariannete while I was gone” He said, was he really going to talk about that right now? Did he came over here to reminisce about the café you used to have breakfast in?

“I didn’t know. I don’t go there anymore”

More awkward silence came upon you. You both knew he was bullshiting his way into the real conversation he was avoiding to have. He always used to do that and you have forgotten how much you hated it.

“Were you driving by my house today?” He asked and you froze on the spot. You didn’t think that he saw you.

“I was,” You cleared your throat “I was coming back home”

“And you didn’t say hello” It was more a statement than a question.

A sour taste filled your mouth. How dare he? “You were busy enough” You knew it was a petty answer, but what did he expect?

A flash of hurt came through Calum’s eyes as he said nothing in return. He knew you saw him with her, so he had no excuse to push the topic back to you.

The atmosphere was tense as the only thing you could hear was the ticking of the clock and the raindrops falling through your window. There was so much to say and yet none of you were brave enough to muster them.

You had every right to be mad and he had a right to explain himself, but you were not going to be the first one to cave in. Not without hearing from him first.

Eventually, Calum got restless of the silence.

“Your song is amazing,” He said, pleading for an answer that didn’t contain poison in your words “Ashton showed it to us the day it came out”

So he has heard it, you didn’t know if you should be proud or ashamed “Thanks”

“I forgot to congratulate you on your number one”

“You forgot to do a lot of things”

If there was ever a moment where you could give him the chance to redeem himself, this was it.

You saw how Calum shifted his weight from foot to foot, he had his lips pressed in a thin line and you could see how his eyes changed and fell into a deep pit of regret as tears were forming in the corner of his eye.

“I know the song’s about me-” He said.

“How did you figure that out?” You said sarcastically.

“Y/N…” He pleaded, running a hand through his face, but you were having none of that.

“Why did you do it, Calum?”

You needed an answer, something you could hold onto to eventually let go. Calum, however, was almost speechless.

The ticking of the clock became even louder as you counted the seconds until he spoke again. One, two, three…

Ten “I don’t know”

The answer cut right through you as you let a stream of tears roll down your cheek, not lifting your head to look at him in the eyes. It wasn’t what you expected, it was way worse.

Calum noticed your crying and started panicking, spilling every thought he had through his mouth “I-I don’t- I was drunk and she was there with our groups of friends and we were too drunk to even take notice of what was happening and we just kissed and- Y/N, I’m not perfect. We weren’t perfect, we weren’t even official and it was only a kiss and I thought it would be okay but then the tabloids and your message and I just- And she’s a great friend, she didn’t mean any harm but things happened and-” He stammered, unable to connect his thoughts as he desperately tried to fix something so you would stop crying.

“For me it was perfect” You cried “We were perfect in my mind, you made it perfect. God, Calum. Why didn’t you tell me? I spent months in agony trying to figure it out, to make it make sense! I beat myself up over and over again and there you were having the time of your life with a stranger!” Your voice was loud, not enough to yell, but enough to make it clear that you were fuming.

“What are you talking about?!” Calum said matching the tone of your voice “I missed you every fucking day but there was nothing I could do about it! You don’t know shit of what you’re talking about!”

You scoffed “Oh yeah! It surely seemed like you missed me! You never called me once, Calum. Not even to apologize and try to make it better”

“I didn’t know how!” He said, “I was scared that-”

“That I’d hate you?”

“That you’d forgive me,” Calum said in one breath, making you stare in shock “I-I didn’t want you to forgive me, Y/N, cause you deserve so much better. On tour I realized that I wasn’t ready for a relationship, no matter how much you mean to me and I didn’t know how to tell you that so-”

“And are you ready now? That’s why you are with her?” You interrupted, head filled with anger to even think straight.

“I’m not ready to be with either of you!”

The room felt silent once again.

You had no answer to that and you weren’t sure you wanted to hear more from him.

The rain outside your window started to calm down, only droplets of water were left as the memory of the storm that almost was.

Your legs gave out a minute later, sliding you down slowly onto the floor. Calum walked up to you and sat next to you, neither of you saying anything for what it seemed like hours.

“You said you loved me…” You said with a faint voice.

Calum sighed “I did. I do”

“And you love her too?”

He thought about it “I don’t know. I might” You closed your eyes as a tear fell down your cheek “She’s good to me, Y/N. And we really got close but-”

“I know,” You said with a soft sniffle “We weren’t perfect either”

“You do know I love you, right?” He said softly, turning his face towards you “And that everything we had was real. Every minute of it, every word in every song was true and it still is. All was real and it’s still there somewhere. I still want you in my life, Y/N, cause you make it better. I just,” He sighed “I need to figure my shit out”

“Yeah, you do” You said, making him chuckle darkly “But I can’t promise I’ll be here”

“I wouldn’t ask you to”

You sat there in silence for a few more moments, just enjoying each other's company before everything fades away.

“I love you, too” You said in a whisper, hoping that he won’t hear “I still fucking love you”

Calum sighed “I know”

“Guess that you didn’t mean what you wrote on that song about me

‘Cause you said forever now I drive alone past your street”

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bright-eyes-strawberry-lies · 4 years

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Rating PJO Ships

I already made the PJO shipping jar meme (not linking because tumblr hates links) but thought I’d write it out anyway.

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Solangelo - (5/10) Will is Nico’s unnecessary rebound because Rick couldn’t let someone walk around with a crush on Percy without pairing them off with someone or making them live a life of chastity. The fandom went wild with this ship despite all of their “development” being off the page. Would be better if the building attraction and relationship was given actual page time to develop instead of being rushed.

Frazel - (10/10) My only complaint is that we didn’t get more of them being the awesome couple they are. The way they went from friends to lovers is perfect. Looks cute but can kick your ass. Very supportive of each other. I am here for biracial power couples.

Lukercy - (10/10) There are literally dozens of parallels between them and Rick wrote them as soulmates. I love that Luke trained Percy so hard that Percy’s never lost a sword fight except to Luke himself and still hears Luke’s voice in his head guiding him through fights. The subtle ways that Luke constantly gave Percy (and Co) chances to escape from Kronos’ grasp even when he still believed in Kronos was golden. Luke was the only person who was kind to Percy at Camp Half-Blood and trusted Percy to help other demigods when he died? My heart. How Percy now shares all of Luke’s views on the Olympians? Bittersweet irony. I wish that Luke hadn’t died because I’m tired of writing resurrection AUs.

Percico - (10/10) The most powerful power couple. Nico’s youthful hero worship giving way to love? Sign me up. Percy spending winter looking for Nico to keep him safe and trying to reassure him that he has a place at Camp Half-Blood? Give me more. Making mistakes and forgiving each other for them and their relationship strengthening because of it? Gods, yes. Going to Italy to go gift shopping and flirting? Thank you for this blessing, Rick. If only they had been endgame.

Thaliabeth - (7/10) Thalia is the only person that Annabeth respects and Thalia has extremely protective feelings toward Annabeth. They would be the nightmare power couple. Murder wives who slay anyone who stands in their way of power and glory. Neither of them would take shit from the other. And honestly, I’m here for it.

Perachel - (10/10) Mutual respect and open communication are extremely sexy in relationships. Rachel being Percy’s mortal tie and his chance at a normal life; Percy being the one to help Rachel with her powers and clear sight? Please yes. They were really cute and sweet and had so much chemistry. It would have been great if Rick acknowledged that the Oracle isn’t a lifelong job and that Rachel can still date and have sex as long as it isn’t vaginal penetration.

Percabeth - (0/10) Annabeth hits, pinches, pokes, kicks, ribs, and punches Percy too often for my tastes. She’s got a superiority complex and makes herself feel better by calling him stupid, crazy, and insane. Constantly threatens violence. Annabeth is possessive, jealous, refuses to communicate, and doesn’t respect Percy or allow him to have autonomy. She constantly wants to control what he says and does or doesn’t say/do. She victim blames him multiple times for incidents that were beyond Percy’s control. Percy is scared of her, refuses to argue so that he doesn’t set her off, and thinks Annabeth is going to hurt him every time she so much as looks at him. Percy deserves better.

Jiper - (5/10) It would have been cool to see them work past the lies and false memories to make a real romantic relationship but I don’t really have a horse in that race. They’re alright. Not bad, not the best.

Pipeo - (7/10) If the theory that all of Piper’s memories of Jason were actually memories of Leo is true, then I’m here for this. The fact that they were friends before they even knew they were demigods was fantastic. Give me that friends to lovers dynamic and the chaotic trouble they would get into together. They would be unstoppable.

Caleo - (5/10) Pairing Calypso up with a man boy instead of a man man was a strange choice but Rick likes pairing up teenagers with beings that are over a thousand years old. It’s terribly romantic that Leo kept his promise and came back for Calypso. I like that they decided to leave the demigod life behind to do their own thing. They’ve had enough of the gods! Let them figure themselves out and enjoy each other and life.

Connabeth - (4/10) The idea is cute if you don’t think about it at all. I think Connor would stand up to Annabeth but she’s been known to wear down three thousand year old centaurs [Chiron] so that he’ll do what she wants...so I’m not sure that Connor actually stands a chance of holding his own against Annabeth.

Lukethan - (4/10) It would be really cute but they’ve never even spoken to each other in canon. Ethan spoke with Kronos.

Thaluke - (2/10) Thalia doesn’t like Luke. She withheld a lot of [trivial] information from Luke just because she could and didn’t tell him important info either. She almost definitely knew that Luke would do whatever she wanted him to because she’s got a Look that makes him melt. Thalia is incredibly eager to kill Luke and eventually does. Luke is too dependent and blinded by how much he wanted someone to love him. They’ve got an unhealthy dynamic and I don’t see either of them changing to become better people together.

Valdangelo - (6/10) They’re both small and cute. That’s all I’ve got. There’s no reason not to ship them. Oh, and Leo warming up a cold Nico with his fire powers is so sweet that I’ve got cavities just thinking about it.

Jasico - (9/10) Rick was really writing them with romantic troupes during Mark of Athena and House of Hades. When they were paired off with other people, I was actually really surprised. The way that Jason supports Nico’s queerness and the way that Nico can teach Jason that he doesn’t have to live up to stereotypes and other people's expectations...that would have been really good to read. The way that Jason’s death affected Nico really tugged at my heartstrings. I like to think that Nico visits Jason in the Underworld.

Thalianca - (6/10) The potential of Thalia and Bianca could have been so good and also good for comedy. Imagine Thalia - who missed the past five years - trying to catch Bianca up on the 21st century and being behind on the times. Both of them getting caught up together? Yes. Training together, friendly games and competitions. Midnight rendezvous at Camp Half-Blood. Bianca slowly showing Thalia that not all Hunters of Artemis are bad. Girls supporting each other and growing as people because of their relationship. This is what we could have had.

#pjo #percabeth #jasico #thalianca #valdangelo #connabeth #thaluke #perachel #lukercy #lukethan #caleo #pipeo #liper #jiper #solangelo #percico #thaliabeth #frazel

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thishintoflove · 4 years

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"Bad Blood" - A Bloodsucking Bastards Fanfic

TSwift Songfic Week Day 7 (we made it, ya’ll!)

Pairing: Max Phillips x F!Reader

Warnings: Mature but not explicit (still 18+ though please). Language, Non-descriptive mentions of sex, Blood drinking, Non-consensual vampirism

Warnings: You and Max were in a happy, established relationship until one night he accidentally goes too far... and you wake up as a vampire.

A/N: I actually had a lot of fun writing for Max, I hope he’s in-character enough! As a current MBA student, I’ve definitely experienced guys with his same “business bro” vibe.

You were going to be angry at him for the rest of eternity.

How many times did you tell him that you weren’t ready to be turned yet? It felt like a million times. You needed more time, you wanted to think about it more, it was a big decision…

And then he messed up. He made a mistake. It was an “accident”.

That didn’t mean you weren’t still pissed at him.

Did you think we'd be fine?

Still got scars on my back from your knife

So don't think it's in the past

These kind of wounds they last and they last

The night of “the incident” started like any other. You and Max have been dating for a couple of months at this point and you’ve established a regular nighttime routine. He’d come over after work, he’d watch you and distract you with kisses as you made dinner for yourself, you’d settle down together on the couch for a show or movie, and then he’d fuck your brains out until midnight.

It was a good routine and it worked well for you both. You didn’t mind that your boyfriend was a vampire, which meant you could never actually share a meal together. You ate your dinner at a normal hour, and then later in the night, Max would have his. Sometimes he’d leave your bed and go out on a midnight hunt but other nights... you let yourself be the meal. At first you were wary of letting him feed from you, but he promised he’d be gentle and he was. Working it into your sex life was just a bonus. It actually felt good most of the time. The venom stung at first but as soon as it worked its magic, it spread a numbing, calming sensation through your veins. Vampires wanted compliant prey, so you figured it made sense.

Tonight was one of those special nights. Max loved it, obviously. He swore your blood tasted better than any other human he’d tried so far. For your part, you were just pleased to see your boyfriend so giddy. You loved watching his face light up like a kid on Christmas when you responded ‘yes’ after he asked permission.

“You’re so good to me, baby,” he muttered, sucking your lower lip between his teeth as he kissed you. You moaned into his mouth and shifted your hips against his pelvis as you writhed beneath him on the bed. He had one leg between your thighs and your arms were wrapped around his shoulders and back, desperate for as much friction as possible.

“You feel so good,” you hummed, wanting to feel him everywhere. He pulled back a little and grinned down at you,

“Not as good as you, baby,” he replied. He trailed kisses along your jaw before moving down to your neck. You gasped and gripped the hair at the back of his head as he zeroed in on a particular spot. He devoted his entire focus to this new area- kissing and licking it until your entire body was covered in goosebumps.

His lips closed around the spot he was nuzzling and suddenly his teeth were sinking in. His tongue prodded at the raw spot as his teeth sunk beneath your skin, pulling a soft whimper out of you. The way he attacked the wound made you wince, all of his slowness and caution gone. The effect his feeding had on you was unsurprisingly intense-- one moment you couldn’t catch your breath, the next your breath came too fast.

Your teeth caught on your bottom lip but that did nothing to stifle your gasp as his hand slid to your thigh as he fed. The sound seemed to encourage him. All he did was suck-- suck the whole area dry of any moisture, and that suction was so hard it hurt but your body went flush with warmth and pleasure just the same. You always felt a little ashamed after, a little bit twisted and guilty when you recalled your enjoyment of this process.

Suddenly you felt more lightheaded then usual, and one of the last lingering threads of your rationality screamed at you to stop this. Max didn’t typically feed for this long- usually it was a couple of swallows and then he pulled back… but he wasn’t stopping this time.

“Max,” you gasped, knowing you couldn’t take much more-- you could feel your limbs going dangerously numb. “Max...stop...”

Your calls were soft, more pleading than insistent, and they didn’t seem to reach Max. He growled, the possessive sound echoing through your body. You could sense a wave of darkness crashing over your consciousness, and you realized that you were going to die. You were too weak to do anything, but you let out a sigh as the darkness took you. At least if you had to die now, you could say you died in the arms of someone who loved you.

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But you didn’t die. Not really.

When you came back to yourself, Max was still there-- sitting as still as a stone statue at the end of the bed, watching you closely with wide, worried eyes.

You felt different. Everything seemed loud and bright, as if all your senses were supercharged. And your body… it felt… still. As if everything inside of you had just stopped, but your mind was still active. You finally realized what happened: you were dead. Or more accurately, you’d died and now you were a fucking vampire. A look of horror must have crossed your face because Max quickly reached for your hands and pleaded,

“I’m so sorry, love, please…. I didn’t mean to, you have to believe me-”

“Get. Out.”

Your voice was raw and strained. You couldn’t believe it. How could you have let this happen? How could he have let this happen? Max promised he’d always remain in control with you, but he didn’t. He couldn’t control himself and now you were a monster. Just like him.

“I never meant for it to go this far, but at least I stopped myself before you went dry!” Max babbled, desperately trying to meet your eyes but you remained frozen in place, staring at the wall. “You’re not dead, you’re just… like me now. That’s not so bad-”

“I said, get out, Max!” you yelled, ripping your hands away and standing from the bed. You crossed your arms across your chest, trying not to cry when you realized you couldn’t feel your own heartbeat. Then you realized you couldn’t cry either.

Max didn’t move to touch you again but you heard him stand from the bed- your new senses giving you a clear image in your mind of what he was doing even though your back was turned. “Baby, please listen-”

“Don’t make me say it again. You’ve done enough. Now leave me alone.”

He sighed, but he didn’t argue anymore. You remained frozen in place as he gathered his things and left your apartment. You didn’t move until you heard his car driving away down the street.

And when you did move, finally, you went hunting. Because the only thing you could focus on, besides your intense anger at Max, was your extreme desire for human blood.

Now we got problems

And I don't think we can solve them

You made a really deep cut

And baby now we got bad blood

You took two weeks paid vacation after Max turned you. Getting the time-off approved was easy since your boss was also your guilty (potentially ex) boyfriend.

When you did come back to the office, the other vampire employees welcomed you with open arms. You felt a little more like your old self as you jumped back into your regular work routine, but on your second day back Max called you into his office for a private meeting. You’d been avoiding him for two weeks- ignoring his texts, calls, and emails- and you braced yourself for the awkwardness of having your first conversation happen at the office.

“Glad to have you back,” he said, standing up behind his desk and gesturing for you to sit down.

You frowned at his casual tone. “Yeah. Well. Even vampires have to pay the bills, right?”

You thought you noticed his perfect grin falter for a moment before he quickly shook it off with a chuckle.

“That is so true. I’m glad to see you getting back into the swing of things.”

You merely hummed in response, eyeing him warily as he slowly circled his desk and came to stand right in front of you. His business smile slowly melted into a sultry smirk as he leaned forward towards you,

“So… is it safe to assume that you’re here because you’re ready to pick up where we left off?”

“Oh Max, I know you’re not that stupid,” you grumbled, glaring at him as he reached out to card his fingers through your hair.

“What do you mean?”

You responded by grabbing his hand and easily flipping him over your shoulder using all your new vampire strength, so that he landed hard on the ground behind your chair.

“You’re not forgiven. I’m still mad at you,” you growled, turning to look at him on the floor. He wasn’t actually injured, obviously, but he looked hurt and confused.

“Baby pleeeease, I miss you!” he whined, giving you a pouty face that you used to find adorable before he’d accidentally turned you into a damn vampire without your consent.

“Stop it. I told you I need more time.”

“Fine.” he pouted, standing up and smoothing out the wrinkles in his dress shirt. “I can wait. You’ll forgive me eventually.”

“We’ll see about that,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“You will. You’ll realize that this is actually a gift. And I know I shouldn’t have done it so soon, but I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You stood up from the chair and shook your head as you prepared to leave his office.

“Whatever you say, Max…”

Now did you think it all through?

All these things will catch up to you

And time can heal but this won't

So if you come in my way, just don't

“I have a surprise for you!”

Max’s sing-song voice interrupted your peaceful lunch break. As a vampire, you obviously had no need for human food, but you still preferred to take a break at lunch time. You were currently alone in the break room, reading a magazine and enjoying the silence. You frowned at Max as he waltzed into the room.

“No need to frown, baby! I brought you a treat.”

He was grinning and holding something behind his back. You carefully shook your head and lay down your magazine. “I’m not your baby anymore, Max.”

“Not right now maybe, but you’ll take me back after you see what I’ve brought you!”

“Fine, I’ll bite,” you replied with a roll of your eyes, “What is it?”

Max pulled the object from behind his back and held it out to you. You tilted your head, trying to figure out what it was, before you realized it was a blood bag. A hospital grade, completely filled, blood bag.

“I know you don’t like the idea of ‘getting messy’ during work hours-”

“You mean I don’t like committing murder and sucking people dry during work hours? Yes, you’re correct,” you interrupted, rolling your eyes again.

“Well… I found a solution for you. Easy, portable, delicious blood on-the-go!”

You frowned in disapproval. “You can’t just steal blood from donation centers!” you told him incredulously, not caring when his face fell at your disappointed tone, “Where did you even get this? The Red Cross? The hospital? There are people who really need this stuff!”

“Who cares?” Max replied, looking genuinely confused, “They’re all going to die at some point anyway.”

You shook your head, “This is why I wasn’t ready to be turned. You’ve lost your humanity and I’m not ready to jump onboard the ‘fuck the whole human race’ train yet. I know you thought you were being sweet, but this is wrong.”

“Oh. Well if you don’t want it…”

A growl rose in your throat as those words left his lips. As much as you disagreed with his methods, your new vampire instincts were screaming at you to snatch the blood bag from his hands and gulp it down until you were finally satisfied. The scent of the blood called to you, sang to you in the sweetest tone, and it was taking everything you had not to completely lose it right now.

“No, I’ll take it,” you said a little too quickly, reaching for the bag, “Just don’t do it again.”

Max smirked as he handed the blood bag over.

“That’s what I thought. I remember what it’s like to be a new vampire”, he said quietly, stepping closer to you, “how hungry you are before you’re able to improve your tolerance and time between feedings… I’m just trying to help you.”

He leaned forward and placed a small kiss on the top of your head, but you snarled and pushed him back. He merely chuckled as he watched you rip open the blood bag and begin to suck it down.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. He backed away and casually leaned against the door frame. If you were thinking straight, you’d feel annoyed and even embarrassed to have him watch you sink into a feeding frenzy but your human mind was long gone. So you sucked every drop of blood from the bag as he stared in admiration.

Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times

You and I

'Cause baby now we got bad blood

As much as you were still angry at Max, you really did miss him.

Things were going really well in your relationship before he made the fatal mistake. You had a lot in common. You were both focused on succeeding at work, you both hated whining and incompetence, and you shared a similar sense of humor. But you weren’t sure how you were supposed to forgive such a major breach of trust.

Rationally you knew it was a mistake and that you’d agreed to him feeding from you in the first place, and accidents happen… but the irrational side of you wanted to stay mad at him. It was easier to have someone to blame. It let you off the hook as you tried to grapple with your new reality and decide if it was something you really did want. Being a vampire really wasn’t that bad, once you got used to it...

“You heading home soon? It’s past six.”

Speak of the devil…

Max’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you glanced up at him. He was hovering at the edge of your desk, his briefcase in one hand and his jacket over his arm. He gave you a small smile but his eyes were cautious, knowing that you were still mercurial around him.

“Yeah I’m just wrapping things up. I have one more report summary, and then I’ll go.”

“Okay,” he said, nodding, “Keep up the good work then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He was letting you go, and something about that made your non-beating heart soften. He was already walking toward the door when you called out,

“Or I could head out now…”

He slowly turned, and you knew him well enough to recognize that he was desperately trying to hide a smirk.

“Great, I’ll hold the elevator for you.”

You smiled and grabbed your bag. You weren’t going to let him off the hook just yet, but you knew you’d be able to forgive him someday. After all, you had all of eternity.

#max phillips #bloodsucking bastards #max phillips x reader #max phillips x you #pedro pascal x reader #how could I not choose this song for Max Phillips #my fanfic #fanfiction tag

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ikemenvmpire · 4 years

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Forget-me-not | Leonardo x Comte x Vlad

a/n: Hello beautiful ppl !!! It’s my first time writing a fic about this troublesome trio. Just to let you know there is no spoilers from Vlad’s route in this two-part series (could be three, you’ll never know). I wanted to showcase my fanon approach to their personal relationships and how they both psychologically and physically get affected by them. It’s quite rushed because of my finals and not proof-read I’m not satisfied with my writing, so please forgive me for possible grammar mistakes. Anyways, if you enjoy the content please interact! Let me know what you think, feedback means a lot to me.

Also my requests are open, I accept nsfw/sfw hcs and one-shots with any suitor you’d like

warning: angst, slight violence, true friends that stab you in the front, couple of sexual innuendos here and there.

word count: 2.1k

The good, the bad and the ugly. The subtle whisper inside of his head reminded him of a broken vinyl that kept dragging the notes of an unwanted invite from his memories.

His memories that lived inside his head as vivid as an Evening Primrose that blooms at night.

Upon hearing the silence that bled into the atmosphere surrounding them, Leonardo slowly settled the empty wine glass onto the glass table beside him.

“You’re too loud for your own good, Comte.”

Snapping out of his thoughts, Comte turned towards the man that now deliberately searched for a match as he continued with his words that caused nothing but confusion.

“The violin stopped but you did not.”

Comte’s gaze dropped on the floor, meeting with the bow of his instrument laying on the polished floor of his quarters.

Still not pleased with Leonardo’s discourse he locked his eyes with his, demanding clarity.

“I can no longer hear anything other than the wheels that are turning in your head” Leonardo concluded, finishing his words with a light chuckle.

“Him-“ Comte’s words cut short by the lump that disturbed his throat and the heavyweight of the regrets he held in, for god knows how long, creating an immense pressure in his chest.

“I thought so” Leonardo continued, observing as the smoke that he held captive between his plush lips now slowly blurred his vision.

The blond leaned his back against the wall, the soft breeze of the midnight made the curtain beside him caress his hand.

“How long do you plan on keeping this up ?” the tone of his voice was stone cold nevertheless the look in his eyes warmed them up as they echoed in the silent room.

“I don’t know.” Comte murmured, he truly had no idea how to get rid of this troublesome burden. If he did, they would be enjoying their wine instead of Comte’s whining.

“Come” the man said as he placed the cigarillo on the ashtray and got up from his comfortable seat.

“Where to-“ the clicking of his shoes stopped as Leonardo turned his head to the side, not bothering to fully face the man that was intently watching him.

“Follow me and don’t worry about the rest.”

Comte, with a swift movement of his head, urged the fallen strand of his hair move to the side as he lowered himself down to the brightly lit candle.

Following his own reflection on the wax as the drop gently slid down to the remaining pile of melted wax, drowning his reflection in the hot liquid.

He softly blew on the fire to put it out. The smoke mixed with the comforting scent of vanilla danced in the air across the smoke of Leonardo’s cigarette, that suffered the same faith as Comte.

The more he missed him, the more his thoughts invaded his mind, burning through his skull. The reminiscences of the memories that were surrounded by his partner with moonlit hair and even brighter smile, turned Comte into ashes. The consequences of his thought train left him hanging like a dark cloud of smoke.

He grabbed his coat from the hanger near him as he directed his steps towards Leonardo’s spot. Pushing himself to leave his room and his worries as he reaches out to the handle of the door to exit.

“Lead the way, Leo.”

The silence brought serenity as the two of them kept walking in the beautiful forest. The sound of the autumn leaves that tremors under the vigorous darkness of the night filled the air, Leonardo held the careless man that wasn’t watching where he was heading to by the arm.

“Here we are.”

Comte turned towards the tall tree that Leonardo leaned his back against, questioning the unfamiliar feeling that had his head turning.

Leonardo lifted his fist up as he slammed it down againts the tree. His unexpected harsh movement caused Comte to wear a dumbfounded expression. It also urged the nightingales that were previously settled on the branches of the same tree to bat their wings away as they sung a song through the night.

“Hide and seek.” Comte uttered, breathlessly as the rest of the memories poured into his subconscious.

“Ah, there we go. Vlad used to pull this stunt each time.”

Comte laughed, taking a couple of steps back as he fell onto the soft surface of the grass. His childish behavior made Leonardo lose his composure, making two purebloods roar with laughter.

“...and yet you fell for it. Each time.” Upon his shameless accusation, Leonardo frowned and kicked the pile of leaves ahead of him, making them rain on the man that laughed like a maniac.

Comte seeked shelter from his own arms as he let his back fall completely flat on the moist grass. Staining every piece of clothing item he had on.

“No matter my loss, you bought the beers. Sounds like victory to me.” Leonardo responded nonchalantly.

“I am still curious to know why would you hide behind a tree again and again, it’s ridiculously obvious.” Comte continued to laugh as he seemingly couldn’t stop himself even if he tried.

“Because it’s easier to hide behind it than to climb it” said Leonardo as a matter of fact.

Comte knew that his response could be interpreted with a single word rather than a whole phrase.

Lazy.

“It’s good to see you smile” he continued as he stared at the horizon.

Comte felt so close yet so far for the past couple of dawns this week. Leonardo surprised himself by being this worrisome of his friend, it was unexpected of him to act or feel this way.

“It hurts.” The painful hue of his tone caught Leonardo off guard.

He directed his gaze towards his feet as he tried to force out the appropriate words to describe how much he was hurting from within. Hoping that him spilling his guts to the only one he trusts, somehow would help lifting some of it’s weight off of his shoulders.

“Comte-“

“What did I do to make him push me away like he did back then ?”

Leonardo decided to seal his parted lips as he followed Comte’s soliloquy with absolute attention.

“I gave him all I had and all I was. My trust, respect and loyalty for him was indubitable.”

He continued, closing his eyes shut. The tension bled from his fingertips, through his soft locks. He clinged on his hair as he concentrated on the darkness behind his fluttering eyelids.

“It wasn’t enough” Leonardo added, carelessly kicking the rock in front of his feet. He knew that greed was more than welcome in Vlad’s vocabulary.

His world wasn’t tainted by useless distractions. He was either black or white, whereas those who considered him a friend lived under a gray sky.

“I wasn’t enough” Comte whispered, his words fell from his lips lighter than a feather.

Leonardo lowered himself to his level as he suddenly grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Easily picking him up and capturing him between his strong hold and the tree.

Comte’s pulse quickened thanks to the adrenaline of the moment. His warm but fast breathing felt warm against Leonardo’s cheek.

“You.”

“Look at me and listen to me carefully because I will say this only once.”

“...and I will not see you whimper about shit that you can’t fix ever again.”

Comte, nervous as he was, found comfort in his vulgar action. The harsh friction against his back and even harsher words that tickled his ears made him come back to his senses.

“What would I do without you ?” Leonardo’s brows furrowed in response to Comte’s utterly sappy words.

“Presumably, what you do without me.”

Unanticipated voice that traveled through the depths of the forest made both of them turn their heads slowly as Leonardo’s hands abandoned Comte’s collar.

“Vlad.”

His soft chuckle concealed the suspense of unsolved matters. The air that Comte inhaled now felt sharper than a blade. Vlad’s presence left a bittersweet taste on his tongue. The type he didn’t want to get rid of but also the one he didn’t want to recall.

“Long time no see” Leonardo added, emotionlessly.

“You sound overjoyed Leonardo” Vlad responded, not disturbing his calm and collected aura, not even the slightest.

Comte huffed as he patted on the expensive material of his coat, trying to look more presentable.

“Why are you here ?” He hissed, avoiding possible eye contact in any way he could.

Vlad placed his hand on the inner side of his coat and dragged out a thin velvet envelope. Nearing towards his position, Comte fixed his posture, standing tall with overpowering feeling of manifactured confidence.

Vlad offered him a delightful smile as he raised the blood red envelope between his fingers and brushed the fallen strand of hair in front of Comte’s face with it.

The sharp edge of the envelope traced the delicate skin of his face, the sensation left him almost nervous. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, covering the his body with goosebumps.

Vlad, at last, pressed the envelope on Comte’s chest, where the palm of his hand found his heartbeat.

Comte’s words deceived his true intentions, he couldn’t comprehend how everything felt like the way it did in the past.

The pain felt fresh but what tore his heart apart was the agonizing disappointment.

“Care to explain ?” He said, ignoring the dark cloud of regret that struck thunders above him as he glued his eyes on Vlad’s.

“There’s not much to say when you can just see the things the way they are.”

Leonardo threw his head back as he let out a condescending laugh, letting his tongue wander on his bottom lip.

“Are you still hanging out with Shakespeare ? Where does this literacy come from ?”

“Depends on how you interpret ‘hanging out’.” Vlad lowered his gaze towards his hands with an unreadable smirk, the hands that earlier this encounter found their way up on playwright’s neck.

Comte distracted by the mysterious item that he held, ripped the envelope as the velvet paper revealed a flower with soft purple pedals stained with crimson blood.

The sharp scent got the honey tint of his eyes leaving it’s place to the darkness of his fully dilated pupils under the shock of realization.

The same scent belonged to none other than the new resident of his mansion.

Then the realization hit him, not faster than he hit the devil in disguise.

Vlad landed on his back as his heels dug on the fresh soil with the force of Comte’s blow.

“What did you do to them ?” He spat, the pressure of his clenched teeth visible upon his sharp jaw.

Not amused by his response, that consisted of silence and arrogance, Leonardo held him by his long locks and yanked his head back with the sole purpose of looking down on him.

“He asked you a question, didn’t he ?”

Vlad hissed at his gesture, nevertheless entertained by the burst of untamed hatred.

“I’ve heard.”

He let his eyes stray on his sharp features, a flash of remembrance struck him.

“I don’t think that you would be pleased to hear what I have to say.” His smirked widened, so did Comte’s eyes.

Running out of patience and will power, Comte rushed towards him to wipe the amusement out of his face.

Unbeknownst to him, Vlad was more than ready to wrap his hand around the slender wrist that was aiming to hit him square on the face.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves shall we ?” He muttered as he pulled Comte towards him with a strong grip.

Leonardo watched the scene unfold right in front of his eyes, taking a step forward only to back down afterwards. He decided that letting Comte get trashed would help him come to terms with his unsolved inner matters.

Unsolved matters, unanswered questions that constantly fed his break-point.

Comte struggled to get out of his grip. His nails dug into his flesh, the sweet pain drove his senses wild.

“Tomorrow at 12 a.m., sharp.” He said, placing his warm lips closer to Comte’s ear.

Vlad let his wrist free and stood up, for a short instant none of them seemed to move or speak.

There was a lot to talk about but their emotions lacked words, their questions lacked answers and their actions lacked sincerity.

Vlad turned his back against Comte and directed his gaze towards the bloody flower on the floor. Recalling his memento for one last time.

“Don’t make me wait” was his last command. Cold and ruthless, no sign of mercy or compassion.

Then the farewell of his footsteps followed.

Trust is as safe as a gun afterall.

It doesn’t kill unless it’s in the hands of those who know how to pull the trigger.

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 4 years

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Got7 reaction: They become distant from you

Jaebeom

You had barely spoken to 5 words to each other over the past few days. So many thoughts were buzzing around in your head. Did he even still love you anymore? Was he going to leave you? Did he meet someone else? You’d barely slept over the past nights and could feel the exhaustion settling in. But you still couldn’t sleep until you got an answer. You opened up your phone to your last message which was 5 days ago. He had cancelled on your date night and you decided to just stop trying to contact him and wait for him to talk to you. Of course he didn’t.

Do you even still want to be with me anymore? Or should we break up be honest with me.

It was an hour later when you finally got a response.

What???

Hang on I’m calling you.

Sure enough you see his photo popping up on the screen with a video call. You answer it.

“What do you mean should we break up? Do you want to?”

“Do I want to? No, absolutely not but you’ve been so distant from me lately I can’t help but wonder if you even still love me.”

“Of course I still love you. Why would you think that I don’t?”

“Do you even realize how long it’s been since we’ve last spoken to each other?” He looks away from the screen as if he’s trying to remember.

“Yesterday?”

“5 days ago, Jaebeom. 5 days.” His face falls at that.

“Y/n I am so sorry. I’ve been in the studio working on our new album and time got away from me. I’ve been a horrible boyfriend to make you think I didn’t love you anymore.” You sigh and look away from the phone.

“Yeah you kind of have been.”

“Let me make it up to you. I’ll come to your home and stay with you for the next 5 days to make up for it. We’ll spend every day together.”

“Can you do that with your comeback coming up?”

“I’m not going to ask I’m just going to do it. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Okay..”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Mark

You noticed after a few months into your relationship that Mark had started to distance himself from you. You still talked, and he came to see you. But when he did he barely hugged you or kissed you anymore and whenever you tried to initiate skinship he would move away from you. You knew something was obviously wrong but you also couldn’t stop that nagging voice in your head that said maybe he just didn’t love you anymore. So you decided the next time he came over you would talk to him about it. You two had ate dinner together, and then Mark immediately stood up from the table but you asked him to stay.

“I need to talk to you about something.” His shoulders tense up but he sits back down, not meeting your gaze. “What’s going on lately?”

“What do you mean?”

“Mark you know what I’m talking about.” He sighs and rubs his face with his hands.

“I just... I really love you. Like a lot and it scares me. What if when we go public with our relationship the attention is too much for you? What if you decide you don’t always want to be in the spotlight and leave? I’ve just been so worried with these thoughts plaguing my mind and I just pushed you away.. I’m sorry.”

“So you were afraid of losing me... but pushed me away anyway?”

“Well when you put it like that it sounds rather foolish huh?” You giggle at that and stand up from the table and walk over to his chair, pulling him up into a hug.

“Mark, listen to me. I knew what I was signing up for the moment I agreed to be yours. I am prepared to deal with everything that is going to be thrown our way when our relationship is public. Have a little more trust in me, okay?” He kisses the top of your head.

“It’s not that I didn’t trust you I just was worried is all.”

“Well don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. I love you too much.”

“I love you too.”

Jackson

Jackson was stressed to say the least. He had a comeback coming up with Got7, plus a solo project coming up, a list of artists that wanted to collab with him, and a clothing line that was dropping. He barely had time to breathe. So the second he got home and his head hit the pillow he was out. He hadn’t talked to you in quite some time and he knew that. He felt horrible. So he jumped in to take an ice cold shower to wake him up so he could talk to you. He called you, and you didn’t answer. He tried calling again and you declined the call. So he texted you.

Y/n?

What

What are you doing?

Oh now you suddenly care? Did you remember that you have a significant other?

Please answer the phone.

He calls you again and this time you do answer. You don’t say anything and you wait for him to talk first.

“Is ‘I’m sorry’ going to make up for anything?”

“It’s certainly a start. An explanation would be better. Thought you went missing so I texted Jinyoung and he told me he had seen you plenty of times at the studio.”

“Y/n I can explain. There’s been so much going on lately with our comeback, and my solo projects. I think I’ve only slept for 5 hours in the last 2 days. I was stressed and exhausted and the only thing I had time for was to eat and sleep.”

“You still could have texted me and told me that. It would have taken 10 seconds and I would have understood. I would never try to come between you and your career don’t you know that by now?”

“You’re right. I should have. I just wasn’t thinking. The lack of sleep will do that to you.” You are quiet for a few moments before you speak in a gentle voice.

“Are you okay?”

“No, not really. But I have the next few days off finally so I can finally rest. And come to see you of course!”

“Jackson if you’ve been working that much you need to sleep, don’t worry about me I can wait.”

“No absolutely not. You’ve been waiting long enough and I’ve been neglecting you. I’ll sleep tonight and then we can go out for lunch tomorrow and we’ll spend the next few days together. Is that okay?”

“Yeah just... don’t disappear on me again, okay?”

“I promise I won’t. I love you.”

Jinyoung

You were sleeping and woke up to the sound of knocking on your front door. You glanced at the clock and saw it was past midnight. You ignored the knocking, assuming that whoever it was had the wrong house. However it didn’t stop and only got louder. You sighed and threw the covers off of you, putting on your slippers and walking to the door. You glanced through the peephole to see your boyfriend standing there. At least you think he is still your boyfriend. He’s been very distant from you and honestly at this point you weren’t sure what to think. You unlock the door and open it and he’s holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers with a sheepish look on his face.

“So is this the part where you ask for forgiveness?”

“No. Because I don’t deserve it. I’m just going to say I am sorry. You don’t have to forgive me.” He hands you the flowers and steps away from you, giving you the option to close the door in his face if you want to. However you step aside and gesture for him to come in. You both sit on the couch as you wait for him to talk to you. He had been avoiding you since you told him you loved him. He didn’t say it back, just kissed you and walked away and barely talked to you after.

“I don’t really know what to say... I panicked I guess? I never fell for someone as quickly as I did for you and hearing you say you loved me out loud just made all those feelings real and hit me all at once. I was worried, going over so many different scenarios. What if our fans weren’t happy and sent hate to you or threatened you? What if the company didn’t approve and told us to continue to keep our relationship a secret or even worse, break up with you? I didn’t know if I was ready to say it back.” You take in his words and consider his feelings, although you’re still upset with him for ignoring you, you can’t say you don’t understand.

“Why couldn’t you have just told me that?”

“I really don’t know. I was worried you wouldn’t understand, I guess.” You shake your head.

“I would have if you just talked to me. That would have been so much better than me sitting here thinking I scared you off and this was just some fling to you.”

“I’m really sorry. It wasn’t just some fling to me, you mean so much more to me than that. I realized that I don’t care what other people think. I... love you too. So much. I don’t want to keep us a secret anymore, and I don’t care about whatever backlash comes. I just want to be happy with you.” Your heart melts when you see the sincerity in his eyes and you can’t help but kiss him. It’s gentle and sweet, him trying to portray how sorry he was and you trying to show your forgiveness. It must have worked because when you pull away he’s finally smiling at you again.

“I promise I won’t make that same mistake. I’m going to keep you close to me and not let go again.”

Youngjae

Youngjae came home and collapsed in bed. It was another late night. He was surprised to find that you weren’t in bed next to him.

“Y/n?” He calls your name but gets no response. He goes out to the living room wondering if you fell asleep watching TV but you aren’t there either. Panic is slightly starting to take hold as he searches the whole apartment and still hasn’t found you. You couldn’t be in the guest room, could you? He opens the door and finds you laying there with your back to the door. He approaches you and can tell you have been crying by the tear marks on your cheeks and the puffyness of your eyes. He crawls into bed behind you and wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss to the back of your head.

“Y/n? Angel, wake up. What’s wrong, why were you crying?” You scoot away from him closer to the wall and throw the blanket over your head, his heart breaks a little. “Are you mad at me?”

“Yes... No. A little.” Your quiet voice comes from under the blanket.

“What’s wrong?” You throw the blanket off and glare at him.

“I don’t know, you tell me. You’ve been so distant lately and whenever I try to talk to you about it you avoid me or just flat out ignore me.” Had he been? He really had his mind in another place these past few weeks and he feels terrible.

“I didn’t realize I had been acting that way. Really. I’ve been so focused on other things that I have been neglecting you and that’s not okay. I’m sorry.” He lets you go and moves to give you space but you grab him and pull his arms back around you.

“I understand you’re busy. Really I do. But just.. don’t ignore me? Check in with me once in a while and let me know you’re still alive and still love me?”

“My love for you is never going to change. But I promise no matter how busy I am, I will make sure to tell you once a day. Maybe even multiple times a day. You’re going to be smothered in so much love you won’t even know what to do with yourself.” He attacks your face with kisses and you giggle happily as he continues placing kisses all over your face before placing a final one to your lips. “I’ll do better. I promise.”

Bambam

“Guys this has to be perfect. It’s our 1 year anniversary and I want y/n to know how much I love them and that this past year has been the happiest I have ever been.”

“We got you, Bam! Don’t worry!” Yugyeom gives him a thumbs up and finishes hanging up the last of the fairy lights around the rooftop set up. He had a table and chairs for you two to eat together, and a little blanket/pillow fort surrounded by fairy lights to watch the sunset and stargaze together. He even brought a speaker so you two could dance together. He wanted tonight to be perfect. He’s picturing the wonderful night you two will have together when suddenly Jackson throws the door open, looking rather annoyed.

“Bambam you’re an idiot you know that?”

“Um.. some context would be nice?”

“You’ve been planning this whole wonderful great surprise for y/n but when was the last time you talked to them? Y/n just called me crying asking me if you were going to break up and said that you don’t love them anymore.” Bambam’s heart sinks into his stomach.

“What now? Oh my god. I really have been distant while I’ve been planning all of this. I didn’t even call y/n this morning to say happy anniversary. Oh my god you’re right I am an idiot. I need to go.” He goes to run out the door but Jackson grabs him and pulls him back.

“You stay here. I told y/n I would pick them up so you two could talk face to face. Don’t worry okay? I assured them that couldn’t be farther from the truth.”

The 30 minutes it took for Jackson to pick you up and bring you there felt like 3 hours. He was pacing back and forth and when he heard the door open he immediately ran to you and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry! I was planning this big surprise for you and I completely forgot to be a boyfriend in the process because I was so focused on this.” You open your eyes and glance around him and see everything he has set up for you. You gasp and pull away.

“You did all of this for me?”

“I did. I wanted our first anniversary to be special. I love you so much and I would never want to end things with you.” You can’t help but smile and feel tears collecting in your eyes. “Ah don’t cry!” He lifts his hand up to cup your face and wipes away your tears.

“I’m not sad anymore. I’m just relieved and happy. And amazed that you did all of this for me. Thank you.”

“Of course. I would do anything for you.”

Yugyeom

Yugyeom was surprised when he heard you talking to your friend. He came to your apartment to surprise you for a visit. He had a spare key and let himself in, but could hear you were on the phone. He knew he’d been barely talking to you over the past week because he was working on a few choreographies. But he never imagined it would make you think he didn’t love you anymore.

“I’ve called him and it goes to voicemail. Sometimes he declines my call... I don’t know what to do, what if he doesn’t love me anymore?.... Yeah I’ll talk to him. If he ever answers my calls. Thanks for listening to me rant. Bye.”

He hears you sigh and flop back onto the bed. He knocks softly on the wall since your door is open and peeks his head in.

“Yugyeom?”

“Hi, baby.” He walks into the room and practically collapses on top of you, hugging you as tightly as he can. “I’m so sorry y/n. I’ve been so busy with this choreography and I’ve been completely neglecting you. I came here to surprise you and take you out to dinner today but, I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore. Just know that I do love you and if you want to be with me I’ll make sure you never doubt it again.” You’re quiet for a moment but then gently run your fingers through his hair and pat his head.

“Silly. I’m not going to leave you. I just was worried that’s all. But hearing you say you still love me makes me feel better. Just.. from now on if you’re busy with work just tell me. Don’t leave me in the dark, okay?” He lifts his head up and kisses your forehead.

“Okay. Deal. Do you still want to go out to eat with me?”

“I’d love to. It’s a good start to you making it up to me.” He chuckles and rolls off of you.

“Alright. Let’s go then. I guess I have a lot of making up to do.”

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years

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Stranger

I Am Sorry

Summary - Alone in your room, you try to figure out how your past life had been.

Pairing - Dean x Reader (??), Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warning - Angst, mentions of drinking, swearing and did I mention angst

Word Count - 2066

Square Filled - Bunker ( @spndeanbingo )

A/N - So I know I have been a little MIA for a over a week now and it has been a lot time since I have updated any of my series. But I finally got my motivation to continue this part and my other series so hopefully I won't abandon this series again. Regularity and me - we don't have a good relationship.

Anyways happy reading!

Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.

Spn divider by the talented @talesmaniac89

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There were no more tears left to cry. You had spent the whole evening crying, trying to think of any possible reason as to why Dean would do such a thing, trying to bring yourself forgive him, but you couldn't. You needed to know why Dean took such a drastic measure to erase himself from your life.

Your stomach grumbled. You sat up and rubbed your face with your hands. You didn't know what time it was, but you assumed it was sometime around midnight, considering how long you had been in the bunker. You needed food in your stomach. There was a knock on your door. You hoped it was not Dean. You couldn't face him right now.

“Y/N, it's Sam,” the voice called from the other side of the door, making you sigh in relief. You got out of your bed, and walked up to the wooden door, opening it.

“Hey,” you said.

“I got you food,” Sam smiled.

“A literal angel.” You said.

“I figured you might be hungry after everything you have been through and I also got you a drink.” He gave you a knowing smile.

“Thank you. Do you want to….come in I guess,” you told him.

“If that's okay with you.”

“Sure.” Sam followed you into the room, a plate of food in one hand, and some clothes on another.

“I hope you still like junk food.” Sam chuckled.

“Oh yeah!” You grinned, smiling for the first since the fallout.

“Here,” he handed you the clothes, “You need some fresh pair of clothes. They might be a little too big.”

“Thank you.”

“I'm sorry.” He said.

“What're you sorry for? Your brother's a dumbass,” you scoffed.

“Cas said that what he did is irreversible.” He said. “He said something about grace and how magic done by grace can't be reversible so-”

“I won't remember anything.” You said.

“I called Rowena-”

“The witch?” You asked.

“Yes. She said she will pay us a visit tomorrow. Maybe she can come up with a solution,” he hoped.

“I don't think so, Sam.” you exhaled loudly.

“Listen I am not supporting his stupid decision but Dean, at that time he thought he was doing the right thing,” He sighed. “We'll figure somethin’ out, Y/N/N.”

“He could have talked to me. We could have come up with a different solution other than me having to live without remembering half of my life,” you bitterly laughed.

“I know.” Sam walked up to you and suddenly pulled you into a tight hug.

“Sam, c-can't….breathe,” you gasped.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly smiled and let go of you, “I missed having you around. I really hated the decision Dean made. He didn't think of anyone. You were like my little sister I never thought I needed. I really missed you Y/N/N.”

“Wish I could say the same.” You gave him a sad smile.

“Eat up. You must be starving. Maybe we can reverse the spell….or whatever it is,” Sam said.

“Yeah. Thank you….for everything, Sam,” you said, as he smiled and turned to leave the room, “Sam, wait.”

“Yeah?” He looked back at you.

“I-”

“What is it?” He insisted.

“How is he?” You blurted out.

“Dean? He's, you know, holed up in his room, drinking. I'll check on him on my way out to make sure his liver survives the night.” Sam said.

“Okay.” you said and wished him goodnight as he left the room. After taking a swig from the bottle of beer, you finished off with the burger Sam had brought for you before retreating back to the bed.

Sleep didn't come easy that night. Mind plagued by various thoughts, you kept tossing and turning in your bed. Not only the thoughts about how your previous life was but also the dream you had, when the Djinn had captured you, kept you up all night. Dean said those monsters show you what your heart desires, then why did you dream about a life with Dean? He was just a guy at the bar for you. Tears welled up in your eyes as you realised a big chunk of your memory was missing and you wouldn't probably ever get it back.

You wanted to scream and punch Dean for playing with your life, playing with your relationship, but right now, lying in your bed in which was supposed to be your home, you felt helpless. You got out of the bed finally giving up on sleep and started to rummage through the drawers of your nightstand - searching for anything that would possibly bring back your memory.

Nothing significant caught your eyes until you saw an old leather-bound diary and small black box. Climbing back into your bed, you looked curiously at the two things in your hand.

You opened the box and found a bunch of pictures inside it. Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked at the pages. There were four pictures in total, all of them of you and Dean. There was this one picture, which was probably clicked by Sam of you and Dean laughing in the backseat of his car but what made your heart break was the diamond ring which was clearly visible on your left hand. An inaudible sob left your lips as you saw the next picture which completely shattered your heart. You didn't have any memory of the happiest day of your life. You stared at the picture of you standing in a white dress in front of a mirror, lips curled up into a small smile and eyes sparkling with hope and happiness. You saw the reflection of Dean in a black tux in the mirror as he stood behind you with a camera pointed at the mirror, as he clicked a picture of his bride. You got married that day, you were happy, you both were. Then why did Dean have to go and throw out every good thing he ever had?

Picking up the diary, you started to look through. It was some sort of a journal you used to keep. You flipped through the pages until a certain entry grabbed your attention.

‘This is frustrating. I should be able to maintain my cool! We were on a damn Rugaru hunt. If Sam wasn't there to save my ass, I would have died. Stupid Dean with his stupid gorgeous face. There were so many times I wanted to tell him everything but what if he doesn't feel the same? Goddamnit! I think I will take off for a few days. Clear my head so that I stop daydreaming about that green eyed son of a bitch!’

You chuckled at your bluntness. You flicked through the pages and started reading another entry.

‘I feel numb. I don't know what to think anymore. He's gone. Just like that. I don't even know if he's dead or not. Sammy went out for a drive leaving me behind in the motel room. That was three days ago. I don't know what to do anymore. Bobby's dead. Cas is gone too and Dean is, I don't know anymore. I need him to come back. Please. I can't live without him. Please, come back.’

You had so many questions about what had happened that day. From the diary entries, you could feel how much love you had for Dean. He said that he still loved you. The same question haunted you again, then why did he push you away? You flipped to the last entry in the journal.

‘I am scared for him. He won't talk to me. He would barely look at me. The mark is eating him alive on the inside. I am scared and confused. I don't know how to help him. This is not the Dean Winchester I married. I need my husband back.”

That was the last entry in your diary. You read it a few times but couldn't understand anything. What was the mark? What happened in the last few days? You needed to talk to Sam, hoping he would tell you everything.

You had spent your entire night or what was left of it reading through the journal and rummaging around your room for any other clues or snippets from your forgotten life. Three short knocks on the door made you jump out of your skin.

You hesitated a little before opening the door. After everything you had learnt overnight, you were in no state to face Dean. You had questions that you needed answers but you didn't want to talk to him.

“You okay, Y/N?” A voice asked and you sighed in relief when you realised it was Sam. You went over and opened the door.

“Y-yeah, I'm fine. Why?” You casually asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Nothing….I was going out for my morning run and heard sounds from your room. Why are you up so early? You-uh, you never were a morning person,” Sam said.

“Can't sleep.” You replied.

“This all must be very overwhelming for you.”

“And confusing. I have so many questions,” you frowned, “I need answers, Sammy.”

Sam’s eyes sparkled as he heard you call him ‘Sammy’, and he smiled at you.

“What?” You cocked your head sideways.

“You called me Sammy.” He said.

“Is that-did I do….did I say something wrong?” You asked.

“No no no, you always used to call me that. You picked up that name from Dean and then you hardly called me Sam anymore,” he chuckled, “you want to go with me for a run? It will clear your head and I know you still don't want to….meet him.”

“Uh-huh. Give a few minutes to get ready. Maybe you can give me the answers to the millions of questions I have,” you said.

“Sure.”

“So he became a demon?” You asked, panting as you tried to keep with Sam’s long legs. You were honestly shocked to learn about how your life had been. Demons, ghosts, werewolves, vampires - that's all that you knew in that life. The Winchesters were on a run from law and some assumed they were dead, and they did die a number of times.

“Yeah. And that's when things started to go downhill,” Sam said.

“What do you mean?” You asked as you both approached the bunker door. Sam kept quiet.

“Sammy?”

“I think you should ask Dean. It's not my place to say,” he whispered.

“But-” Sam shook his head and went down the stairs and you followed him.

Dean was still nowhere to be found which was a relief but you were also a little stressed out about his condition. He was cooped up in his room since the previous night with a bottle of Jack - as told to you by Sam - which was definitely not healthy.

“I know he is probably the last person you want to see right now but you should talk to him. He is the only person who can speak for his actions.” You nodded your head at the younger brother.

“I need a little more time before I can even look at him.” You sighed.

“I know.” The low grumble from the other side of the room, caught your attention. You turned sideways, your heart dropping to your stomach when you took in the sight of the man in front. He looked like he had aged ten years overnight. His red rimmed eyes were heavy with guilt and sadness. His scruffy cheeks were sunken and pale. “I couldn't find any of you in the bunker.”

“We went for a run.” Sam replied.

“Run? I thought you-” Dean looked at you.

“People change.” You averted your eyes, making him wince at your coldness. He knew he deserved it but he still loved you.

“Well, I took a shower so I don't reek of whiskey anymore. You never liked the smell of alcohol on me.” Dean said, trying to make small talk to break the uncomfortable silence.

“Good for you.” You needed to leave the room so you turned on your heels to leave.

“Y/N-” his voice made you stop in your tracks. “I'm sorry. You-you don't have to forgive me but….please, I-I need you to know that I'm sorry.”

“I know.” And that's all you said before you went to your room.

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baepsaesbae · 4 years

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Before (Heal Me, Kill Me Prequel)

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x OC named Maggie (thanks @kimtaehyunq)

Genre— SMUT, Angst, Vampire!Tae au, Victorian era au

Warnings— Explicit unprotected sex (but like pretty vanilla and loving), some violence and death

Word Count— 4.8k

Summary— Taehyung was a vampire with nothing but time and boredom on his hands. He’s going on his monthly feeding adventures when he comes across a rather peculiar prey.

A/N— This was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away and made a full prequel oops. The Heal Me, Kill Me series will be posting starting in October! The pairing will be Kim Taehyung x reader so it’ll be the usual y/n stuff. Thanks for reading, feedback is always welcome~

It was a dark and stormy night. Ok, well it wasn’t stormy, but at least it was nighttime. The year was 1863. Taehyung made his way down to the sketchy part of town, eager for a meal. Opium was all the rage nowadays, but Taehyung despised it. It tainted people, making them even more unbearable than he thought was possible. He drew the line past alcoholics, though he still wasn’t fond of them. However, people were even easier to persuade with absinthe coursing through their veins.

“Hey handsome, looking for some fun?” a woman approached him from the shadows, her knockers practically spilling out of her corset. She reeked of all sorts of carcinogenic substances.

“Away with ye, painted Jezebel,” Taehyung shooed her away, and she instantly stood up straight and walked in the opposite direction with a clouded look in her eyes.

It was hard to come by a decent meal these days. Unfortunately, sticking to the slums was his best option. No one cared if a poor commoner went missing. At least he only had to partake in such grizzly actions about once a month. Any longer than that and he’d be in big trouble (or more accurately, random people who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time would be in big trouble).

Something caught Taehyung’s attention. He lifted his chin and took a deep inhale of a sweet aroma that wafted through the air. It was the scent of something he’d never dream of finding in the slums; an untainted individual. Untainted in the sense of a perfectly pure body, not once given into sinful indulgences.

Taehyung quickly followed the smell, growing more excited with each step. Through the narrowly winding alleyways and past some rather alarming scenes, Taehyung did not stop. He could barely keep himself from salivating once he arrived at the source.

There she was. A beacon of light in the dreary depths of a neglected corner of the world. Taehyung curiously observed her as she fluttered from body to body, carefully checking pulses and offering aid. He couldn’t help but scoff at her earnesty. There was no use in saving these people. They were beyond salvation. Yet, he silently watched her work as she hauled around her makeshift med kit. That was a mistake. The more he watched her, the more personal interest he took.

After devising a plan, Taehyung was ready to make his move. He started at the opposite end of the street, intending to meet up with her somewhere in the middle. He crouched beside each body with an extended hand; random passerbys would see a well dressed man committing charity work out of the goodness of his heart. That was his intention, though he was merely hypnotizing each person into a deep slumber if they weren’t already passed out.

“Are you looking for someone, sir?” the young woman piped up behind him.

“Not in particular,” Taehyung coolly answered as he stood up to face her.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but may I ask what someone like you is doing in a place like this if you��re not looking for someone in particular?” she crossed her arms with distrust.

“Is it a crime to want to help out the less fortunate? What we’re doing doesn’t seem to be much different. May I ask what a young girl like you is doing out here all alone in the middle of the night? It can be very dangerous,” his deep voice resonated in the air.

“Oh. You’re helping them too? I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean any harm. People like you just don’t really come down here unless it’s for certain unspeakable acts,” she bowed her head apologetically.

“Unspeakable? You help the people who partake in such acts,” Taehyung observed keenly, “Why bring them aid?”

“If I don’t, no one else will,” the girl answered solemnly.

“That simple hm? You seek nothing in return? Or is your vice that of self appointed importance?” Taehyung slowly approached the girl.

“I help them because they need it. Because they’d die without someone like me,” the girl held her ground.

“How admirable. I’m impressed, young miss. Please don’t think I was insulting you, I’m genuinely fascinated by you. Would you care to accompany me for dinner?” he extended his arm to her ever so slightly.

“It’s a bit late for dinner isn’t it?” she responded timidly.

“I suppose calling it a midnight snack would be more fitting. Your answer?” Taehyung asked calmly, concealing his impatience.

“Forgive my apprehension. I’m sure you’re a fine gentleman, it’s just that this isn’t a place one would normally find fine gentlemen. I’ll gladly join you for breakfast in the morning,” she countered.

Taehyung’s eye twitched with frustration, but luckily it was too dark for the girl to see it. He needed to feed. That night.

“I’m not keen on breakfast meals. How about tomorrow evening, during normal dinner time hours? Unless you can’t skip a day of helping the helpless,” he suggested.

“That would be fine,” the girl finally agreed, “Oh, and I never caught your name, sir.”

“Taehyung. Pleasure to meet you,” he bowed elegantly.

“I’m Maggie, the pleasure is all mine,” she curtsied awkwardly.

After hashing out the details. Taehyung reluctantly left her alone. He wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into her jugular, but something held him back. His curiosity got the better of him, but after living for all these years it was hard for him to find something interesting. He figured it couldn’t hurt.

Taehyung cursed himself as he tore into an unsuspecting victim who had passed out drunk on the street. He retched at the foul taste, but this is what he has had to resort to. He couldn’t afford to be run out of another country yet again. His more refined taste would have to be put on hold for the time being (oh how he missed the good old days when people feared him enough to bring pristine victims monthly).

Rain lightly tapped against the window that Taehyung gazed out of as he scanned the crowd for Maggie. There were so many things he wanted to ask her, though a single drop of her blood would tell him everything he needed to know. Of course, that wasn’t as entertaining as an old fashioned conversation.

Maggie finally arrived, and the restaurant host escorted her to the table. Taehyung could tell that she made an effort to look presentable. He reasoned that she was wearing her finest dress, though it had a plain and rather boring look to it. Plus, she wasn’t even wearing a fancy hat, much less a bonnet.

“Good evening, Mr. Taehyung,” she curtsied before she sat down.

“Good evening, Miss Maggie. Have you been well?” Taehyung asked politely.

“As well as I can be, I suppose. Yourself?” Maggie extended the same courtesy.

“I’m splendid, now that you’re here. Tell me about yourself,” he dove right in.

“I’m just an average girl. Nothing really special about me,” she shrugged while tugging at a strand of hair, “I never thought I’d be able to eat in a place like this in a million years. You must be embarrassed to be seen with me.”

“I disagree. I think you’re the most interesting thing here, apart from me of course,” Taehyung let out a low chuckle, “I gather you come from a poor family? What do they think about your late night escapades?”

“They’re...gone. Sickness took them. Cholera,” Maggie shifted uncomfortably in her seat, “I don’t wanna see anyone else die so I…”

“Ah. That’s your noble cause huh? Admirable,” Taehyung took a long sip from his wine glass.

“And what of you, Mr. Taehyung? You seem rather peculiar yourself. What’s your reason for visiting that ward so late at night?” Maggie deflected the subject away from her.

“You could say I’m a humanitarian of sorts. I visit at least once a month, it’s a necessity for me,” he smiled slyly, “What else do you want to know? I haven’t had a decent conversation in ages.”

“You struck me as rather peculiar. A handsome gentleman like yourself lurking around giving aid to the weak. And then you only gave me one name when we introduced ourselves. I assumed it was your first name, so I gave you my first name in return. Forgive me if I was mistaken,” Maggie took a sip of water.

“One name is all you need to know, dear. I’m happy we’re on a first name basis. However, I can address you otherwise if you deem it improper,” Taehyung offered.

The rest of the evening went on pleasantly. The meal was delicious, probably the best meal Maggie had ever had. She noticed that Taehyung’s meat was barely cooked, it was practically still raw. She decided not to mention it when she saw him happily gobble it down. Maggie also noticed that his red wine was thicker than what she was accustomed to seeing, but she figured it was a fancy alcohol that rich people drank. She didn’t want to embarrass herself by asking.

Taehyung’s leg bounced quickly under the table. Maggie’s aroma grew more intense the longer he was with her. Her scent was intoxicating, and it took everything in his power not to take her then and there. He was in a conundrum. He took a liking to this spunky girl. He was torn. He didn’t know when to devour her, if to devour her at all.

By the end of the night, he had decided. He’d keep her around for as long as he wanted, it wouldn’t be a big deal. He could easily end her life whenever he pleased anyway. The only thing he’d have to worry about was his self control.

Taehyung and Maggie began to meet regularly. Taehyung would share the finer things in life with her. He’d take her to botanical gardens and fancy museums. In return, Maggie taught him everything she knew about medicine. She detested the use of cocaine as a common remedy, and preferred to make her own medicine. Taehyung accompanied her on her nightly rounds, he enjoyed every second he spent with her.

It took about a year for Taehyung to officially court Maggie. She accepted, of course, and was now visiting Taehyung’s home for the first time. Home was an understatement. His mansion resided on a massive estate.

A grand feast awaited Maggie. Her favorite dishes and desserts lined the dinner table, with Taehyung sitting at the opposite end. As Maggie dug into the food, she struggled to hold her tongue. A question had been lingering on her mind for quite some time now.

“Is everything alright, Miss Maggie? Is the food inadequate?” Taehyung asked from across the room.

“The food is delicious, probably the best I’ve ever had. Your kitchen staff must be very talented,” Maggie shook her head.

“Ah, I have no staff here. I’m glad you enjoy the food, it was all made by me,” Taehyung said proudly.

“You take care of this entire property by yourself?” Maggie’s jaw dropped in shock.

“It’s tough sometimes, and lonely. I suppose I could hire one person to help out,” Taehyung lifted his eyebrows at Maggie.

“M-me? I’m not really a good cook but--”

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. As you can see, I have more rooms than I know what to do with. You’re welcome to stay here with me for as long as you like,” Taehyung offered.

“Can you answer one question for me first, Mr. Taehyung?” Maggie asked tentatively.

“Ask me anything,” Taehyung smiled.

“Are...are you ill?” Maggie looked at him with concern, “Please don’t take any offense. I noticed that we only meet in the evenings or when it’s a cloudy day. And I know that you have a predilection for barely cooked meats, and I’m sure eating raw things isn’t good for you. Also when we first met I thought rich people just had fancy alcohol but I can never see anyone drinking the same concoction as you whenever we eat at restaurants,” she rambled.

“My my, aren’t you observant,” Taehyung’s lips twisted into an amused smile, “Are you afraid of monsters?”

“Monsters aren’t real,” Maggied quickly answered, annoyed that he deflected her questions.

“Are you sure about that? Think carefully. I only go out at night or under cloud cover. I prefer my meat raw. I drink a rather strange red liquid that you should be very familiar with since you tend to the drunkards who are bound to get into fights down in the slums,” Taehyung toyed with her.

“What? Do you expect me to believe that you’re some sort of vile creature that drinks blood?” Maggie laughed nervously.

In an instant, Taehyung’s chair was vacant as he menacingly stood over Maggie, “That is precisely the truth. Have you heard of vampyres?” he licked his lips.

Maggie was too frightened to move. Surely her eyes were playing tricks on her? Her eyes narrowed in on the fangs Taehyung bared as he smiled eerily down at her.

“I’ve heard of them. The people in the slums are terrified of being sucked dry, claiming that people wandering alone at night have a death wish. I thought they were just delusional,” panic gripped Maggie, “Were you going to eat me the first night we met?”

“I desperately wanted to. You know the irresistible and mouth watering smell of a bakery in the morning? That’s what you smell like to me, only ten times more alluring and potent,” Taehyung nodded.

“Then why haven’t you yet?” Maggie questioned.

“Because, my dear Miss Maggie, I am a fool. I have taken a liking to you. As you can imagine, being an immortal being gets lonely. You’ve provided me with more joy and entertainment than I’ve had in a while. At this point, I’d rather have you stay alive,” he sighed.

“So if I stayed here with you, you’d promise you’d never harm me?” Maggie attempted to calm her breathing.

“Of course, I would not touch a hair on your head. Unless you want me to,” he winked.

“You would make me into a vampyre?” Maggie’s eyes widened.

“I was hinting at a more carnal interaction, but I could do that as well. Do you want an immortal life?” Taehyung’s eyes wandered to her exposed neck.

“No. Not if it costs others their lives. I must be crazy Mr. Taehyung. You’ve admitted that you’re a monster and yet I still feel safe with you. I would love to move in and keep you company, if you’ll have me,” Maggie smiled fondly.

“You’re very strange, Miss Maggie. That’s not at all the reaction I thought you’d have, but I’m happy for it. Very well, you may stay here. I can help you bring your belongings tomorrow night,” Taehyung grinned.

“I’m curious; were you born a vampyre?” Maggie piped up. Taehyung let out a hearty laugh.

“No, I was a human once like you. I got into a scuffle with a nasty bloke in the 16th century. Rather than killing me, he gave me a far worse end. He turned me. I haven’t seen him to this day, but I’m sure the slimy bastard is still undead somewhere in the world,” Taehyung’s cheery face fell into a scowl.

“16th century? You’re an old man!” Maggie exclaimed teasingly.

“But I have the physical body of a young man, that must count for something, Taehyung chuckled, “Come, I can escort you to your room.”

“Am I staying the night?” Maggie tilted her head.

“That was my assumption. You’re free to leave at any time,” Taehyung shrugged.

“It’s just that...I’ve never left my family home. I’ve been pretty lonely since everyone died. I can’t imagine how you must feel…” she trailed off.

“You’ve helped me with that tremendously. I guess we’ve cured each other’s loneliness, yes?” Taehyung cupped his hands over Maggie’s.

It was the first time he had ever touched her. His fingers were ice cold, resembling the kind of cold only a corpse could possess. Instinctively, she took his hands in hers and attempted to blow warm air onto them. Taehyung knew it would never work, but he appreciated the gesture. He pulled her into a warm embrace.

“Forgive me if this is inappropriate. You make me feel at ease,” Taehyung whispered. To his surprise, Maggie hugged him back tightly. She didn’t say anything, but her actions were clear enough.

Taehyung sat in an armchair in his room reading a novel a couple hours after he bid Maggie goodnight. He was pleased with the outcome of the night’s events. He was honestly dreading the thought of having to kill Maggie if she were to run away screaming. He was glad things didn’t come to that.

There was a knock on the door. With a wave of his hand the door swung open, revealing a sleepy Maggie on the other side.

“I heard a strange noise and couldn’t fall back to sleep,” Maggie yawned.

“Don’t lie,” Taehyung chided without looking up from his book.

“I’ve never slept away from home before and being alone in that big room scares me,” Maggie admitted, her eyes cast down to the floor.

“That’s what I thought. You’re welcome to use my bed. I’ll stay here while you sleep,” Taehyung finally looked up and kindly gestured to the large bed.

“Where’s your coffin?” Maggie asked as she wiggled into the sheets.

“That’s a stereotype. Do I look like the type of guy who sleeps in a stuffy wooden coffin? Nonsense. However, there is soil from my hometown beneath the bed,” Taehyung tsked.

“Really?” Maggie’s eyes grew wide.

“Nope. Go to bed, Miss Maggie,” Taehyung chuckled.

“Care to join me?” Maggie asked as she stretched.

“I’m not going to sleep--”

“Then neither am I! I’m practically wide awake now,” Maggie interrupted him.

Taehyung put his book down and walked to the bed, opting to sit on the end, a respectable distance away from Maggie. They talked the night away. Now that Maggie had some time to process everything, she had a plethora of questions ranging from vampyres to fashion throughout the years.

“So have you ever been married? Or in love?” Maggie probed.

“Never been married. Have been in love a few times. As you can imagine they all ended in heartache. Truthfully, I’ve been questioning why I let myself get so attached to you,” Taehyung confessed.

“I’m glad you did. Because I love you, Mr. Taehyung. I fell in love with your grace and intellect, and of course you’re extremely handsome. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way about me, I just wanted to be candid with you before living together,” Maggie tugged at her hair.

“Miss Maggie, I foolishly fell in love with you. You’d be one with the dirt by now if I hadn’t been so enthralled by you. Hm, that didn’t come out very romantic,” Taehyung shook his head before continuing, “The feeling is mutual. I know I can’t give you a normal marriage, but I promise to love you until the end.”

Maggie crawled towards Taehyung and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Taehyung deepened the kiss as he pushed her flat onto the bed. Hands wandered. Giggles filled the air. Clothing fell to the ground. Soon, both beings were stark naked as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Are you sure you want to go any further?” Taehyung asked.

“I want all of you inside me,” Maggie replied as she brought him in for another kiss.

Taehyung guided his dick to her entrance, patiently teasing it as he coated himself in her juices. Once he was drenched, he slowly slid into her, giving her time to adjust to his size. She let out soft moans as he went deeper.

They laced their fingers together once he began to thrust. He started slowly, making sure she was enjoying herself. He wanted to enjoy all of her delicately, taking careful care not to break her. His prior flings with the whores in the brothels was different. He didn’t care about them, he used them solely for his own pleasure. But this time, he wanted to please Maggie. He was happy to see her eyes shut with pleasure as he picked up the pace.

Taehyung placed his thumb on a certain little sensitive nub, making Maggie jump. Her eyes were blown out with lust as she arched her back. Taehyung worked her body perfectly, timing his thrusts with the clitoral stimulation. It didn’t take long for Maggie’s entire body to shake.

“Tae-Taehyung I--”

“Go ahead. Just let it all out, Maggie,” Taehyung demanded. He accidentally let his power of persuasion slip into that statement. Maggie came on the spot, cumming all over his cock as she moaned. It wasn’t long after until Taehyung released his seed inside of her.

Maggie’s chest heaved as she lay motionless on the bed. That was the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. Taehyung cleaned her up before tucking her back into the bed. Once he cleaned himself up, he joined her side.

“Don’t worry about getting pregnant. I’m technically dead anyway,” he kissed her forehead before they both dozed off.

Taehyung woke up the following evening to an empty bed. He searched the house, unable to find Maggie. He began to worry. Did she leave him to get help? Did she abandon him?

“Good morning! Sleep well?” Maggie called out to him as she walked through the front doors.

“Why were you outside?” Taehyung questioned quickly.

“Lemme show you,” Maggie took Taehyung’s hand and led him outside. She proudly showed off a patch of crudely repotted plants. She explained to him that she went into town to get a few. Since she’d save a couple lives here and there, some people felt indebted to her. She called on her favors and managed to wrangle up a couple flowers and herbs.

“I love the botanical garden you always take me to. I figured we can try and make our own here since you have so much space,” Maggie smiled.

“Do you garden often?” Taehyung asked while looking at the half wilted plants.

“Never have, but it can’t be that hard right? Just give them water and love. Just watch, this place will rival that fancy botanical garden,” a flicker of determination lit up in her eyes.

Several happy years later, Maggie had kept her word. It had been ten wonderful years filled with merriment. Taehyung was not the man he was before. Maggie had softened his heart, and he was thankful for it. He accompanied her when she tended to the people in the slums, learning the art of medicine by her side. She even helped curb his bloodlust. Taehyung only fed on the people who were beyond help, or those who actively sought death. Maggie still didn’t like it, but of course that was out of her control.

Taehyung’s arms were wrapped around Maggie as they admired their personal garden. It was a struggle at first, but they discovered that Taehyung had a godlike green thumb, and basically resurrected the plants back from the dead. With his guidance, Maggie was able to see her vision come true.

One night, Taehyung had to leave the mansion for a few hours to meet with his business colleagues (he was a rather savvy businessman, being around for a couple hundred years does that to a person). Taehyung itched to return to Maggie’s side and barely paid attention to the meeting. She always claimed that she would be fine, it was only a couple hours after all. Even so, Taehyung worried about her.

Finally the meeting was adjourned, and he was free to rush home. He found the front door unlocked upon his arrival. He gave the handle a quizzical look, he was sure that he had locked it.

“Maggie? Where are you?” he called out.

“Taehyung! Run away--” Maggie’s muffled scream came from the dining room.

Two big men stood at either side of a tied up Maggie, who now had a black eye. One of the men held a knife to her throat, close enough to draw out an inkling of blood.

“‘ello, Mr. Taehyung. Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” a third stout man with a thick cockney accent emerged from a corner of the room, “I’ll cut to the chase. You let us kill you, and the little missy gets to live. If you resist, she dies. Simple as that.”

“Who are you people? You’re making a huge mistake. I have connections all over the country that--”

“Spare us the horseshit. We know what you are, filthy vampyre,” the word rolled off the stout man’s tongue like a slur, “The VEC sent us. You know ‘em? Stands for ‘Vampyre Extermination Company’ it does. We’re the best they ‘av, so you might as well surrender now.”

“Oh you already know? Lovely, that saves me time,” Taehyung growled as he seemingly phased from where he stood over to Maggie (but vampyres can’t teleport, they just have super speed and can fly sometimes).

In the blink of an eye, he broke the neck of the man who held the knife and threw the other guy across the room. He quickly released Maggie, and hugged her tightly before returning to attack the intruders. He lifted the stout man by his neck and held him against the wall.

“You sure you’re the best? The VEC must be a pretty unsuccessful organization,” Taehyung taunted.

“I told yous we should’ve just killed her in the first place and then ambushed him!” the stout man yelled to no one in particular.

Taehyung sank his fangs into the man’s neck, before ripping out a piece. He was going to enjoy torturing him. It was what he deserved for harming his beloved Maggie. A gunshot went off, stopping Taehyung in the middle of his raging frenzy.

Taehyung looked back in horror. Maggie held her bleeding stomach, sinking to the floor. The man he had thrown at the wall earlier was wielding a gun with a smirk on his face. Taehyung lost it. He ripped the assailant’s beating heart out from his chest.

He scrambled over to Maggie, cradling her in his arms.

“That hurt,” she joked weakly.

“Shh, don’t speak. I have to get you to a doctor. I can carry you--”

“It’s too late. This wound is worse than most of what we’ve seen in the slums. I’m just sorry I have to leave you so soon,” a tear rolled down her cheek.

“No! No please don’t leave me. There’s still time! I can turn you and we can be together forever,” Taehyung wept.

“You know I never wanted that. I’m sorry I’m being so selfish,” Maggie coughed up blood, “I love you, Mr. Taehyung. Don’t ever forget that,” she said with her final breath.

Taehyung held her until he saw the light leave her eyes. Anguish and sorrow filled his soul. He held her close and sobbed over her lifeless body.

“You tricked her into lovin’ ya, eh? There’s no end to the wickedness of you bastards,” the stout man struggled to say as he drowned in his own blood.

Taehyung gently laid Maggie’s body on the floor and walked over to the stout man. He stepped on the man’s throat, crushing his windpipe and adding pressure to his gaping wound. The man’s eyes screamed in pain as Taehyung looked down at him blankly.

“The VEC huh? I’ll remember that. I’ll see you in hell someday,” Taehyung spat as he trampled the man beneath him.

Taehyung didn’t leave Maggie’s side for a week straight. He couldn’t bear to do anything; he didn’t want to admit that she was gone. His heart broke every time he saw her, but he couldn’t bring himself to move her. It wasn’t until her corpse was a bloated smelly mess that finally motivated Taehyung to move.

“I’m sorry I let you become this way, Miss Maggie,” Taehyung whispered as he carried the body out to the botanical garden. He buried her there, among her cherished plants.

Taehyung fled his estate. The crime scene wasn’t discovered until a year later when his business associates came to check on him after he missed several meetings.

Taehyung swore that he would never love again. Never open up again. And never ever, under any circumstances, interact with the VEC. As much as he wanted to tear the establishment apart, he knew Maggie would be against it. He couldn’t bear disappointing her, even in death.

He settled down in a small unsuspecting town in a different country. He bought an abandoned property where he swore he’d live out the rest of his days quietly and peacefully.

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zhonglisteafriend · 4 years

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Imagination

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Since years you’re Namjoons inspiration for his songs and lyrics, his muse. Sadly you’re just in his imagination. Until one day he finds you in an coffee shop.

A/N:English isn’t my first language please forgive me any grammar or spelling mistakes

It’s early in the morning as Namjoon walks through the rain. His hood pulled deep into his face. Calmly listening to the rain. He wants to get a coffee at his favourite coffee shop before going to the studio. Namjoon wanted to finish one of his newest songs. He wrote it the night, before going home past midnight. Nothing could stop him from writing when he was in the flow, thinking about his dream girl with a smile in his face. He wished deeply that she was real. Since the debut of BTS does he have her in his head. No other girl could keep up with her, which is pretty hard in his love life. If he would have one. His love life doesn't exists anymore since a long long time. Sighing he puts his hands in his pockets. The members often tease him for his imaginary girl, calling her his ‘Nameless imaginary girlfriend’. Joon always told them that, he doesn't really see her as his girlfriend. If she would be real he would want her to be his girlfriend, treat her like royalty and give her the world. He smiles at the thought of her his dimples showing. Namjoon has many songs on his computer just for her, but never showed anyone. He looked up as he arrived at the coffee shop and walked through the door. A little bell announcing his arrival. He stepped up to the counter, greets the barista and tells him his order. Stepping to the side he looked around at the coffee shop, his order taking a few minutes, he enjoys the smell of rain and coffee. Only two persons sit in the store minding their own business. Namjoon looked at the male with black hair,sitting with his back to the counter, wearing a suit. His eyes moved to the other person a young woman sipping her coffee looking at her laptop. Namjoons eyes went wide as he looked at her face, taking every inch in. He rubbed his eyes hoping he doesn't still dream. He looked at her again. “This...this can’t be.”, he tought. You are in his imagine since years. Namjoon tried to convince himself, “She is in my imagination. This girl is not real!” “Sir…?” He got back to reality as the barista tapped his shoulder. Coffee in hand after he paid his gaze lands agian on you, now tipping on your computer. He often thought of this scenario and how he would talk to you if you were real. One second he thinks about just running away, but he couldn’t still frozen in place. This is probably his only chance to talk to you, and to find out if your personality would be also the same, as his imagination. He stepped up to you with shaky hands and careful footsteps, still not believing this whole situation. His mouth got dry, as you looked at him.

“Can I help you?”, a lovely voice asks. The same voice Namjoon heard so oft in his imagination.

“C-Can I sit with you?” You smiled at his nervousness, it made him even cuter you thought.

“Sure, take a seat.” Your gaze went to his dimples, as he smiled.

“I’m Namjoon.”, he held his hand up to you to shake it. “

I’m y/n. Nice to meet you Namjoon”, you gladly took his hand and shook it, noticing it was a little sweaty.

“Are you here to work on something?”, asked Namjoon, looking at your laptop.

“Yes, I’m working on a book. My second one to be honest. I love writing in coffee shops, it relaxes me and gives me inspiration.”

“I know how you feel. I like to sit in a cafe and look at the people, while writing songs, it inspires me.” Namjoon noticed y/n stare.

“Everything okay y/n?” She looked at him like she was just ripped out of a daydream, feeling her cheeks getting warm.

“Hm?...Oh...I was just thinking. It may sound a little crazy but, you look a lot like my main character in my first book. The only thing that is different is your name.” Namjoon looked a little shocked at her.

“That is crazy because, you are the inspiration for my songs since a few years. I just never named you. Till today I thought you were just in my imagination.”, he chuckled.

“That's fate huh?”

“Yeah. So...if it’s fate we should get to know each other right?”

“Right!”, y/n smiled. All of Namjoons nervousness was gone after knowing that he was also in her imagination.

#bts imagines #bts imagine #namjoon imagine #namjoon x reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #kim namjoon #rm #bts #bts x you #yn #reader

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swearingintengwar · 3 years

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I am once again rambling about my sad Yukio headcanons

So, first off, disclaimers. This has even less foundation than my usual vibe-based headcanons, the root of the whole thing was literally just my Angst Gremlin brain saying "hey, you know what would be really fucked up?" and me running with it. Also, I'm neither fully caught up on canon nor any sort of Christian let alone Catholic, so please forgive any mistakes in here.

Content warnings: hoo boy. The big things are that Yukio a. has a very weird and not exactly healthy relationship with religion and b. is suicidal, but there's just so much going on here that I don't know how to articulate, the only warning I can feel sure is comprehensive is "everything and the kitchen sink". TREAD CAREFULLY.

Anywho. Here goes nothing.

The way I tend to write Yukio, he's a fairly devout Catholic, though out of roughly equal parts genuine belief and childhood nostalgia. But it's cold comfort for him, because he's thoroughly convinced he's damned. He already hates himself deeply, he's already shown a willingness to be morally gray if it gets the job done, and if some past writing research hasn't misled me the Catholic church doesn't tend to look too kindly on the way he's fairly sure his life will end. Add in being the direct blood kin of Actual Literal Satan and it feels pretty plausible he'd think he's hellbound.

He still wants to be a good person if he can, but not for his own sake. He's put himself aside as a lost cause. All that's left for him are the people he loves and the promises he's made.

So he holds to the moral code he learned at Shiro's knee in the monastery, but he doesn't confess when he falls short because he thinks he'd be wasting the priest's time. He prays, but not because he expects his prayers to be answered - he prays to meditate and calm himself, to give thanks for what good things he has, and to remind himself of his purpose in life. And he goes to church, to sing and listen to sermons, but he always attends early in the morning. If there's a midnight mass, he goes then. When Rin asked why, Yukio said he likes the quiet of early mornings, that it's easier for him to focus and pray when the world around him is still asleep. But that's only half true.

Yukio goes to church before anyone he knows wakes up, so nobody notices that he's stopped taking communion.

And yet, there's still a strange comfort in his faith. It's the last thing he can keep from his brief childhood, and it's one of the few things he feels certain about anymore. His life is hitting rock bottom, a lot of the people he looks up to are turning on him, and he himself is fairly sure he's going mad - but here, at least, he knows where he stands.

#blue exorcist #jeez louise angst gremlin brain #hasn't he already suffered enough in canon?!

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angelaiswriting · 4 years

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I Love You | Fuze x fem!reader

✏️ Pairing: Fuze x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: The five times he thought he loved her, and the one time he told her. (Inspired by the lovely @kind-wolf, who also provided prompts since I lack in the fluff department lol)

✏️ A/N: I’m rusty af but there you go, someone please bring back the X times they thought they loved their person and the time they told them trope, thank you very much. Alice, I hope your day will be better than yesterday, thank you for all the help 💛 @sazafraz I hope you’ll enjoy this as well :’)

✏️ Warnings: just what I hope is fluff (+ it’s almost midnight, I proofread this as best as I could, forgive any mistake pls)

✏️ Word-count: 4,887

ONE

The first time he thought he could love her was when everything else felt cold and distant.

If it wasn’t for the fact that she picked up the call right before the third ring, he’d have one more reason to sulk about the past shitty forty-eight hours. First, a mission almost gone wrong and that has left him battered and sore. In pain would probably be the best term, but Shuhrat doesn’t like to complain too much. Then, a fight with a couple of operators he doesn’t know that well but that he has by now labeled as dickheads, thus turning them into people he won’t be looking forward to hanging out with—not now, and surely not even any time soon. Then, problems with his flight, which have led to him landing in Moscow five hours later than anticipated.

And if that isn’t enough, he’s almost considering turning on his heels and hopping down the five flights of stairs that separate him from the chaos of the city out there. He has his duffel bag in one hand and an umbrella that decided to break at the wrong damn moment in the other. And truly, he doesn’t know why he’s still holding onto it but some part of him buried deep inside his brain makes him believe that everything’s going to shatter if he lets it drop.

But he’s ringing the doorbell for the third time now and he thinks that fuck it, maybe I should really just leave. And if it weren’t for the fact that the anniversary of his brother’s disappearance is coming up, he would crash at his parents’ place; he’s missed them, after all. However, right as he’s about to truly turn around and start his descent, there’s commotion coming from inside. Barking. Someone groaning. And then the sound of a dog whining and grumbling at an order it doesn’t want to take.

“Hey!” She’s panting, trying to hold back a white and brown dog by its collar. “Sorry, this big baby just came back covered in mud from his walk and I was giving him a bath.”

“It’s…” Shuhrat eyes the big hound dog and for a moment, he wonders how on earth she’s managing to keep him from jumping through the threshold. “No problem.” The smile he gives her is just half there, and he’s painfully aware of it. If it were another time in his life, probably twenty years or so ago, he’d let the tears run freely down his cheeks, but he knows how to keep himself in check now. “Sorry it took me so long. I couldn’t find a taxi, so I had to take a bus.”

But she’s grinning, and the happiness so clear on her face makes her eyes squint. “God, I’m so happy you’re here, Shuhrat! It’s been forever! Come in, you’re soaking my doormat,” she adds with a chuckle.

Walking into her apartment proves to be quite the feat, with the dog—Buran, she says with great pride in her voice—barely moving from the spot he seems to have rooted himself in right in the entrance. He doesn’t move; he simply stands there, with Y/N trying to drag him at least a step to the side, and stares at him, muzzle wrinkled in preparation to snarl, but the aggression never comes. After a long moment of contemplation, Buran takes a step forward, boops his thigh with his nose, and then turns back toward his owner.

“He’s a big boy,” she says when she lets go of the dog’s collar, “but he’s never hurt anybody. Sometimes I think it’s all for show.”

“Is he…”

She nods, and the discussion ends there. He doesn’t ask how she’s been holding up after her grandparents’ death, and she doesn’t tell. What she does, though, is wait silently as he takes his boots off, the only sound that of Buran drinking water in the background.

When he looks up, she’s staring at him and there’s the shadow of a frown on her face, her head slightly tilted to the side as she studies him. He almost feels like a specimen in a laboratory, and there’s this knot slowly forming in the back of his throat that just… chokes him, in a way. He has nothing to complain about, but the stitches on his left thigh sting like a bitch, and he’s exhausted, and all he wants is to sleep curled up under heavy blankets for at least a month.

She doesn’t inquire, though. She doesn’t ask him possibly uncomfortable questions: they’ve known each other for far too long that they now know when it’s time for questions and when it’s not. All she does is offer him a smile—one of those half smiles of hers that always used to make him wonder how much, exactly, she knows.

“You look like you could use a hug.” She doesn’t step forward as she says that, and he doesn’t either, but her eyes never leave his.

“My clothes are wet.”

“And your point is…”

When she does hug him, it’s like being trapped in one of those moments where the body moves faster than the brain, and he finds himself wrapping his arms around her before he even has the time to utter a word. She’s warm and solid, in a way, and it’s almost like he’s being given permission to just let go for once and forget about anything that’s not part of the here and now.

It’s then that the thought pops up unsolicited in his mind. They’ve been growing closer again, and it’s like the time they spent growing apart when he was engaged didn’t even exist in the first place. Her texts are what he wakes up with a smile on his lips for, even though Sanya pokes fun at him at times, and he often finds himself subconsciously longing for her calls.

He’s hugging her, his forehead pressed into the crook of her neck as he soaks her clothes, and he thinks that fuck, if he could open up enough to fall in love again, why not with her?

TWO

The second time he thought he could be in love with her was on Skype.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” The urge to grin is tugging at the corners of his lips and he does his best to suppress it, truly, but it’s a hard task when at some point Buran jumps up on her bed and all Shuhrat sees is his wet nose and hairy snout.

“C’mon, baby, sit back,” he hears her groan as she drags the dog back from her laptop and against her pillows. “Jesus, I hadn’t expected for this bear to fall in love with you so fast.” These words are followed by a jokingly eye-roll and a cheater whispered right against Buran’s ear. “But yes, Agent Eagle Eye, it’s your sweatshirt.”

“The last time you wore my things, we were still in school.” He misses those days—kinda. He’s glad he doesn’t have to put up with teachers and classmates anymore, doesn’t miss tests or having to study, but there’s still nostalgia laced with those memories and for a moment, it tastes bittersweet, until she answers back with one of her jokes.

They talk about everything and nothing at once for a long while, spend long minutes catching up over what happened in the past three weeks, after he’s finally gone back to Hereford after the month he’s somehow managed to spend in Moscow. Bunkered up for most of the time in her apartment with her dog is more like it, but these are details he has no problem overlooking.

Timur is nice and although he never says an ill or sarcastic word about how Shuhrat’s leave has gone, there has always been a smile on his lips that wasn’t there before that godforsaken mission. Sometimes Shuhrat thinks his friend knows something he doesn’t—like right now, as he gets dressed in a nice suit to go out on a date—, at least not yet, but he also doesn’t want to ask questions whose answers he might not want to hear, so he always keeps his suspicions to himself.

He does sigh, though, when Tima pokes his head from behind him and smiles at the girl on the screen. This man’s always blabbing about you—or something like that; Shuhrat is too busy worrying about his burning ears and how they’d better not be blushing to actually pay attention to the quick exchange between his two friends.

There’s silence after that. Timur leaves the dorm room after Maxim popped his head in, and it’s just Y/N and him once again. They stare at each other and she’s smiling and he’s trying to force his brain to think because fuck, he’s okay with long silences, really, but not with her. It’s Buran’s soft bark that encourages the conversation to flow again, and she asks if he’s received the package she’s sent.

He has, and when he recovers it from under his bed, where he’s been storing it in wait for one of their video calls, she prompts him to open it. His chuckle makes her chuckle because damn, sometimes she just goes to sweet lengths for him and he never knows what he’s done to deserve such a friend.

“I hope you still love korovki,” she giggles and when he picks up a handful of korovka candies, that giggle turns into a soft laughter that seems to ring even through the speakers of his old laptop.

“You even remembered about slivy v shokolade…” The smile is more in his eyes than it is on his lips, and he knows it, he feels it somehow. It’s a nice feeling and it makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside, and for the first time ever he wishes he could push himself into his screen and out of hers just to give her a hug. “Why?” he wonders out loud and before she breaks out into a huge smile, he has a brief couple of seconds to scold himself for asking that question. Even though he has no reason to, really.

“You were feeling down,” she explains, “and you also sounded a bit pissed. I thought candy would make you feel a bit better again, since I clearly can’t ship this ball of fur all the way there.” She ruffles Buran’s head as she says so and the dog licks her face before settling down and laying his heavy head on her belly. “He sends something as well, in case you feel lonely, since you basically became snuggle buddies.”

He chuckles, both at her words and at all the time Buran has spent on his lap in the time he’s spent crashing at Y/N’s place. “Not my fault I give nice cuddles,” he shrugs as he digs through candies and chocolates.

There’s a rabbit plushie in there and while it’s been washed, it’s clear who its previous owner is. An ear is slightly off, a little more down the head compared to the other, and it’s proof that Buran played with it a bit too roughly one day and tore it off. The ribbon around the rabbit’s neck is new, though, a vibrant sunflower yellow color that matches almost to perfection that of the dog’s collar.

“I thought this was his favorite,” he muses, holding it up so that both she and Buran can see it.

The dog woofs once before he snuggles his human and a paw accidentally moves the laptop enough to turn it to the side and pick up his wagging tail. A moment later, though, Y/N is back into the frame.

“I told him to pick a toy to send to you, and he chose that. Don’t question his choices, Kessikbayev. My baby knows what he’s doing.”

“Alright, alright!” But they’re both smiling, and it truly does feel like being kids all over again, when they played with his brother and her sisters in the park.

“There should be something else on the bottom,” she says after a while, more seriousness in her voice, and she sits up a little straighter to lean against her pillows. “I know it’s probably silly, but I remember when our parents took us to Kazan when we were eight and we said we would be friends forever. We both lost our bracelets swimming two years later, but…”

Her words fade as he opens the rectangular plastic box he missed just minutes before. There, stretched out open, lies a white bracelet with a single aquamarine bead. It is exactly like the one they had gifted each other a lifetime ago and even though almost twenty-five years have passed, it still feels like yesterday. The blue sky, the birds chirping, and the condensation of their breaths mingling in the air as all they could think about was the fritters they were going to buy soon with the rest of their money.

“Burya and I went back to visit one of my aunts, and when I saw it in the shop window, I thought, why not?”

He doesn’t tell her he won’t be able to wear it, not for the majority of his time at least, but he still has days off, and he still appreciates her lovely gesture. He appreciates it more than he can tell and when he looks up from the bracelet to thank her, all he can think about is how light he feels when he’s with her. Even through Skype.

THREE

The third time he thought that maybe he was truly developing romantic feelings for her was when she came to visit.

It’s the week before his birthday, the only one she’s managed to take off from her work at the vet clinic, but he swears he already feels like the birthday boy on his special day.

He’s rented a room for her in the bed and breakfast closest to the base, but they both know he’ll end up spending more time there than he will in his own dorm. The guys will probably start asking questions, but he knows Timur has his back and that he’ll come up with something—like he’s always done in the weeks that have followed his Muscovite leave. For once, though, he doesn’t mind the questions: he would still prefer not to answer them, for he’s not sure he’d have answers to give anyway, but somehow he doesn’t mind the idea of people he’s (kind of) close to wondering about what’s going on between him and a woman.

Which he… doesn’t know, but he guesses that he’s ready to find out.

That’s what he thinks about as he lies in bed next to her. His thumb is slowly brushing along the two-word tattoo on the side of her ribcage, below her breast, but he can’t exactly focus his mind and actually read it, for he’s too busy wondering how they ended up in that situation in the first place.

“What are you thinking about?” she whispers after a while, gaze focused on the wooden beams of the ceiling visible in the warm light of the dimmed bathroom lights they left on before they even had the chance to towel themselves dry.

His answer is preceded by a low hum that seems to reverberate right in his chest. His lips press a light kiss to the side of her boob before he props himself up on an elbow to look down at her. He smiles and then, with a tingling sensation still in his lips, he whispers back, You.

Her hand comes up to cup his cheek and right as she lets out a soft sigh, her thumb wipes across his cheekbone once. “What are we doing?” she asks, her eyes never leaving his as she does her best to even out her breathing. She will be sore in the morning, but Shuhrat doesn’t know yet.

He shrugs his shoulders once and for a moment, he almost regrets staying over. He should have gone back to the base; he should have accompanied her back to the bed and breakfast, of course, and then gone back to the base. Stayed up with the guys for a few drinks, watched football on the huge flatscreen in one of the common areas, and then slept in his bed.

“I think we…” Her tongue briefly comes out to wet her lower lip and he finds himself unable to look away. “We could do it again.” The tone of her voice is hesitating and it falters toward the end of the sentence, somehow making it sound more like a question than an affirmation.

Shuhrat smirks and when she tentatively pulls him down to kiss him, her lips press against the scar above his lip for a moment. “Now?” he asks, voice raspy but eyes twinkling as one of his hands trails down her side and over her hip.

“No!” Her laugh is weak and breathy, and she closes her eyes for a second before she shakes her head. “I want to be able to go on that hike with you and your friends in the morning. But when we’re back… Who knows?”

He’s leaning against the frame of the bathroom door five minutes later, dressed only in his birthday suit and arms crossed against his chest. He’s watching her brush her teeth and absentmindedly listening to her recount something Burya did the day before she left him at one of her sisters’ place, but his eyes keep on getting trained back to the tattoo on her ribcage.

Two words. An exclamation mark.

The smile that tugs at his lips is hard to contain and even to conceal, and its reflection in the mirror is what makes her turn her head in his direction as a confused expression settles on her features.

“I used to always say that.”

She spits mouthwash in the sink before asking back, “What?”

“So mnoj!” he smiles. “With me! Growing up.”

It takes her a moment before realization dawns on her and her eyes trail down her body in the mirror. “Yeah, I know, that’s why it’s there,” she smiles.

FOUR

The fourth time he thought he was starting to fall in love with her was at a paintball game.

The early spring air is still chilly when they decide to play paintball on the ground of Timur’s dacha. It’s a way to pass time—and to give Timur and his girl a few hours alone. Glazkov doesn’t say it—he never does, truly, he doesn’t complain—but his broken leg is bothering him a little and he needs to look after it a bit more instead of hiding his discomfort behind a finger when his friends are with him.

If anything, Y/N has been a great addition to the group—and Buran has managed to bring a smile on everyone’s face countless times with his playful antics and his oh-so-sweet nature around his human. But even though he would love to participate in the game, Y/N has ordered him to stay back on the porch in fear that he—or anyone else, for that matter—might get hurt somehow.

She’s teamed up with Alexsandr and despite the fact that they have already lost three games, they’ve still decided to go for the same tactic one more time. They’re hiding behind a different set of bushes, sure, but he and Maxim can hear them giggle at some pun one of the two must have said, and a victory has never been easier.

They stand still for a while, listening to their hilarity, but before they have the time to take a step forward, Buran dashes across the grounds of the dacha and flushes them out. There’s a rapid sequence of Burya! and Party pooper! and I can’t breathe! that makes both Shuhrat and Maxim laugh out loud, paintball guns still in hand and pointed toward the bushes.

Tachanka is the first to get out of his hiding spot. He crawls across the cold and hard ground trying his best to keep breathing through his laughter as Burya playfully shakes his leg in his usual way to play fight. “Soldier, you’re giving out our position!”

“You should know how to play this game better than this, Sanya,” Maxim exclaims and the second after their friend has managed to stand back up on his feet, he shoots a green paintball right in the middle of his chest. “Dead.”

When Burya runs up to him, Shuhrat can’t help the happy laughter that bubbles up in his chest. “Good boy,” he coos, glove-clad hand petting his head. “Now go drag your mama out.”

He stops for a moment as the dog runs back behind the bush and in that brief minute, he realizes for the first time that he has never felt like this, at least not in a long while—like he has finally opened up, even if only to those close to him.

But then Y/N’s pleas of surrender take him back to the present moment and he smiles because damn, he thinks this is thanks to her as well. Her and this happy dog he’s grown so attached to.

“I promise I won’t shoot, Solnyshko!” and even though Max is chuckling under his breath in a way that would lead to thinking the opposite, he still lowers his gun and takes a step back.

Back at the dacha, as Timur’s girlfriend places all kinds of sweets on the table to pair with their tea, Shuhrat takes Y/N to the side for a moment and sits on the porch with Burya staring at them from the porch swing. It’s just the two of them, like after a whole day spent playing and all the other kids went home, but just… a bit quieter, with the first stars starting to twinkle in the approaching darkness of the evening.

“I’m so bad at paintball,” is the chuckle that distracts him from the never-ending horizon. “But Sanya surely wasn’t helping!”

“That’s no excuse, love.” He wraps an arm around her shoulders—earning a low warning whine from her dog—and pulls her closer into his side. “You’re both bad, that’s just the truth.”

The playful slap he earns to his knee is weak and light. “I should have teamed up with Maxim. I think we would have beaten your sorry ass, then.”

She grins up at him and he smiles down at her and for a moment all he can think is Fuck it! before he tilts his head and kisses her.

FIVE

The fifth time he thought he was in love with her, without a doubt this time, she had kids tackling her to the ground.

Tanya’s fifth birthday party is going strong and after the mermaid-themed cake and an endless hour spent opening presents of every kind imaginable, all the kids have gone back to playing. It is a tag game this time and as Burya plays with them, running around the garden and barking happily every once in a while, Shuhrat and Y/N watch the scene with the biggest grins on their faces.

She’s sitting sideways on his lap and he’s probably holding her closer than he ever has. It’s been a while since they stopped wondering what it was and just… embraced it. It’s nothing official, everything’s still off the record, but he has clothes at her place and a mug in a cabinet in her kitchen and when he’s over, the leather armchair in the living room becomes his and Buran’s favorite spot to snuggle and relax.

“I didn’t think your family could get any bigger,” he confesses when she pecks his freshly-shaven cheek.

“I have five sisters,” she giggles, snuggling closer and resting her head on his shoulder. “If we fly low and go for an average of three kids each, I will end up with fifteen nephews! But as you see,” and she points at her sister Marina and the baby bump she’s sporting, “we’re not flying low at all.”

He laughs at that and hugs her closer with one arm as he brings his beer bottle to his lips with the other. “Have you ever thought of…” He shrugs. “Adding some of your own to the bunch?”

She looks at him lost in thought for a while, taking the beer from his hand to steal a sip, before she eventually shrugs her shoulders in return. “I don’t know, I haven’t considered it yet. I’m happy with just Burya and you so far. He’s like a baby to me, he’s just not in human form.”

He doesn’t have time to say anything. Little Kolya drags her away by her right hand, and Masha follows suit and grabs her other hand.

Shuhrat watches with a smile on his face as she goes back to being the babysitting auntie and just as seven children gang up on her and drag her to the floor, Anastasia sits next to him and sends him a knowing smile.

“I’ve never seen her happier than when she’s with you.” Her confession somehow catches him unprepared and although there’s nothing wrong in the words leaving Y/N’s eldest sister’s lips, he still feels the urge to tear his eyes from her. “And I know I haven’t seen you in forever, but I remember you being at your lowest and I’m glad you’ve both pushed each other back to the surface.”

SIX

Then, there finally came the time he told her.

All Shuhrat can do is look at her, simply stare at her dance in the pouring rain that has caught them by surprise after a whole afternoon spent playing with their dog on the beach. He knows the quick and sudden summer downpour isn’t bound to last long, but the intensity of the rain and the deep gray of the sky almost make him think otherwise.

Their Ukrainian vacation on the Black Sea has felt like a dream so far, the best leave he’s had in forever, probably. Nothing has managed to disrupt his peace in the past week and if anything, he’s spent these days getting closer to his girl and Burya. Whether in the apartment they have rented or out exploring, nothing has ever felt so much like home, not even in a foreign country, than it feels like with her.

She’s twirling and laughing now, though, face turned up toward a steely sky and arms open wide, almost as though she could somehow take flight. The ringing of her laughter is drowned out by the raging pitter-pattering of the downpour that is soaking him to the bone, but he swears he can still hear it. Buran is barking by his side, unable to stay still or to stop his tail from wagging wildly against his shin, and there’s something so indescribable in the scene he’s witnessing that his heart feels like it’s being held in a grip.

It is one of those moments when the time feels like it finally stops, if so for just a moment, and something clicks. There’s this one piece that finally finds its place and a light turns on, and everything is clearer than it’s ever been. Not that it hasn’t been before—because it has, even with him not being able to fully admit it to himself—it’s just that it feels… actually real, this time. Like that’s the truth and there’s no hiding it anymore, not when it’s clearly brighter than the sun.

The realization seeps into his limbs like the rain that’s soaking his clothes and he just… smiles. It’s only one side of his lips at first, a smirk that tries to conceal the smile he can’t contain—in vain.

When she stops right in front of him, still giggling like a child, her breathing is all over the place. Fast and almost messy, and she is panting, desperately trying to catch her breath as she shakes her head a couple of times, trying to make the world stand still once again. She has hair sticking to her face and he can see her black bikini through the soaked-through fabric of her summer dress.

He somehow thinks back to the day he rang her doorbell three times. And to the hug she gave him that day, the one that almost cracked his tough exterior right open, and he realizes that he doesn’t really mind feeling like that with her. That he doesn’t really mind being vulnerable in her presence, and that he enjoys feeling like he belongs with her.

It is then that he says it out loud, and it feels good and almost warm inside as he stands there, teeth clattering from the cold. But the rain is too loud, and when she screams over its sound and over that of the howling wind that picks up suddenly, he finds himself kicking aside all the fears he has at the idea of opening up completely.

“I love you!” He screams it in the rain, with the wind slapping water in his face, and it feels better than it ever has in the past. And he’s blinded by the raindrops but even despite that, he sees her face light up in one of those bright smiles she’s never able to contain.

“I know!” she yells back before spreading her arms again. “That’s why I’m happy: because I love you, too!”

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cheeseburgersstuff · 4 years

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Meet You Again

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: post endgame rogers!? Angst, Language, shitty plot, mistakes... (Shitty writing)

Master-list

Our love hasn't died,

It's just flown to another lifetime.

She knelt down, beside him.

The cool was passing through her hair, the sun was hidden behind the dark clouds making everything look dull, colorless, just like her life.

____

It just happened in a few minutes. A few minutes and she thought her life was shattered.

The love of her life was stuck in some alternative world? Everyone around them was panicking, well everyone but Bucky.

And then there he was, sitting calmly as if nothing happened. She watched Sam walking towards him, only to only come back with a new title.

Bucky looked towards her, encouraging her to go near him. She reluctantly took small steps, afraid to see what was about to come.

He turned towards her with a smile. The smile made the wrinkles more prominent.

"Hey y/n" he greeted her casually. His hoarse old voice made her want to scream. But nothing came out of her mouth.

He patted beside him, mentioning her to sit.

She sat, still looking at him. She didn't scream or argue. He didn't explain or apologize.

There was nothing to say anyway…

___

And from that day she buried herself in work, so there wouldn't be any time to think about him or his betrayal.

How he left her after all the years they spent together. How she was never enough for him…

If he didn't think about him, she also wouldn't think about him.

After that day they didn't meet. Bucky and Sam pay him visits almost every day. But she never joined them, no matter how much her heart wanted to.

She was outside the training room after training the new recruits. It was a hectic routine, having none of the team around her.

Suddenly the too friendly Max came towards her making her roll her eyes.

"Hey y/n" he greeted her stepping closer.

She stepped back, "it's agent y/l/n to you," she said sternly, making him apologize.

Before he could say anything she walked away from him.

It was rude but she knew what he was up to. She had denied him politely a few times but now she was done with it.

Another thing that changed in those months was her patience, her politeness. She started to get pissed easily. She became ruthless in the missions, wanting every mission to be her last.

She walked outside and saw him waiting for her. He waved towards her.

She sighed knowing this time she can't escape him.

They both walked towards a cafe, to talk.

"What you do want," she asked as if she was in a hurry.

He smiled at her annoyed expressions. "I just wanted to talk to you. We haven't met in months, I missed you"

His words made her scoffed. "Then talk."

Steve sighed at her behavior. After a few seconds, he spoke.

"You have to give him a chance"

"Excuse me" she frowned, feeling the anger bubbling inside her.

"That boy. He… or maybe someone else. Buck told me how you spend…"

She cut him off harshly.

"You don't get to tell me whom to give a chance or what to do. Don't worry about my life okay"

She stood up from her seat.

"And I don't have time for your old grandpa stories Rogers. I have a shit to look after" she spat and left him there alone.

Steve kept watching her leave.

Again he didn't say anything, neither did she.

_____

Her phone was constantly buzzing making her groan in her sleep. She picked it up, her eyes still closed.

Suddenly she sat up with a jerk.

"I'm coming," she said and ran outside towards her car.

It was past midnight, she was driving at high speed.

Suddenly she regretted acting like a bitch that day.

She ran inside on reaching the hospital.

Before she could ask his room from the reception Sam's voice came.

"Y/n, here" he led her towards his room.

Bucky was outside with red puffy eyes. "What happened," she asked, feeling confused.

They didn't answer, just pushed her inside the room.

Steve was laying on the bed, his body looked weak and small.

Y/n rushed towards him and took his hands in hers.

"Hey." She whispered softly, making him smile.

"I thought you won't come" he spoke weakly.

She shook her head and cried. She didn't know what was happening to him.

"I think the serum is getting old too," he chuckled, that turned into a cough.

She reached out to get water and helped him drink.

"I want to talk to you. Don't worry I won't be telling you any old grandpa stories" he joked, which made her cry harder.

He pulled his hand to wipe her cheeks.

"Don't cry, love. I've lived more than enough" "but before I go I want to apologize. There is no explanation for what I did to you but please try to forgive me."

She shook her head, "don't say that, you are not going anywhere. Don't go again, I'll die this time, I can't…" she pleaded, clutching his hands.

"You can live without me even better. Just know that I love you and you are more than enough…" his voice was getting weaker.

She started to panic but he didn't stop.

"We'll meet again" and suddenly the baby blue eyes she loved became lifeless.

His hands lose his grip and fall beside his motionless body.

She kept sitting there feeling numb inside. He was gone again and this time he wasn't coming back.

______

She stood up from the dried grass around his grave.

She placed the flowers on him and walked away.

She didn't say anything to him, neither did he …

There was nothing left to say…

But a small sad smile was covering her face, as she remembered his promise to meet her again….

@donutloverxo

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onlytaylor · 4 years

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Drarry + Facing Demons and Finding Family

Tw: mentions of symptoms of depression, anxiety, ptsd, and child abuse. All are resolved with a happy ending.

Draco Malfoy walks the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley, and it’s different now. The way it had bustled with a vibrant vivacity in his younger years is long gone now, replaced by the mediocrities that come with running errands and making stops for work. It had been repaired, for the most part, after the war, but something about the shadows of buildings that used to be constructed just a little bit different haunts Malfoy in his steps.

He turns to glance over his shoulder when the sound of a child laughing fills the spaces between bustling bodies and adult feet. A familiar tuft of blue hair comes dashing forward, and Draco feels a momentary reprieve from his own hollow dissonance. His face lights up as the boy throws his arms around his neck, crying “Cousin Draco! What are you doing here?”

And behind the vivacious grin is the humble one of Harry Potter, the boy who really did end up saving the world. Draco doesn’t hate him; how could he? If it weren’t for the testimony of the man standing there now casually in his Muggle plaid shirt and ripped-up jeans, Draco wouldn’t be walking these streets.

“Malfoy,” he puts his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth a bit on his feet. “What sort of business are you up to these days?”

“Oh, just... dropping off a package for the boss. You know.” He shrugs, suddenly vacant. His momentary reprieve shrinks into a daunting reality.

“Wanna come get ice cream with us?” Teddy’s toothy grin eats at the edges of his impending monotony.

“Oh, well, I wasn’t-“ he starts, but Harry Potter has stepped his foot forward.

“No, please. If you’re not too busy, we’d love to catch up. Teddy misses you.” And, allowing the package to feel a bit lighter in his coat pocket, Draco turns on one heel and heads to the parlor with them both.

***

Having Teddy Lupin run through his life is like chasing a tiny piece of dynamite. You never know just when it will explode, and when you’ve got it in your fingers it seems to roll invariably to the floor. Draco’s been waiting now for quite some time for his own destruction, but his regularly timed meetings with Harry (wow- really on a first name basis now) and his cousin had brightened his steps countably.

It seemed that the sparking fire may just never come.

***

Draco Malfoy doesn’t visit Malfoy manor, and its empty rooms are surely hung with cob webs and dust mites and other small creatures that have made it home. The stone exterior is beginning to succumb to a green vine that twists its way up the foundation, and apparently small children dare each other to knock on the door of the “Death Eater House.”

Draco doesn’t have to visit Malfoy Manor to know which ghosts roam its halls, apparitions of tortured souls and the results of his own mistakes. If only he’d stood up to his father. If only he’d run. If only...

Draco swallows, once, then twice, before straightening his stare ahead. Harry’s coming over soon, and this time Teddy is at the Burrow. They’ve never hung out like this, quite alone and unsupervised by Teddy’s string of home-made knock knock jokes. He’s not sure why, but he’s nervous.

***

After the war, Draco had considered himself a work-in-progress. He’d ventured through the stages of grief, mourning his losses and wishing he could change the past. He’d also picked himself up off of the floor, vowing to start new. None of this was easy. Panic followed him around every corner, but around every corner was the reassuring laugh of Teddy; smile of Harry. If he’s honest with himself, he’ll admit their great assistance in his own healing.

But that doesn’t stop the nightmares. Or the constant feeling of dread. And when Draco Malfoy is alone, his guilt consumes him. Why hadn’t he done the right thing? Why hadn’t he stood up to his father?

***

When Draco was eight, he’d drawn a portrait of his family. It was an assignment by his private tutor, a sort of busy-work while she prepared more practice for magical theory. He’d drawn them, stoic and cold, using shades of gray and black to fill in the spaces between them. They didn’t touch, didn’t love. Lucius told him that artists didn’t make any money in the Wizarding World. Draco ripped up the drawing and threw it in the rubbish bin.

***

When Draco’s lease on his London apartment is near its end, Harry finds him with a nervous twitch of his lips.

“You know, Draco, you don’t have to move into another building. I know you hate your neighbors because they remind you of your family. Our flat is large enough for a third member.”

Draco had almost immediately rejected- his first instinct was to scoff at any such attempts at pity. But Teddy’s eyes had met his, bright and foretelling- and his pleas almost melted Draco’s shoes to the asphalt.

“If you really want me to,” Draco smiles, “I’m sure that can be arranged.”

***

Draco hadn’t realized that his ghosts would follow him here. But as he watches the shadows dance upon the walls of his very own room, he knows he’s not dreaming. It’s his father, reminding him that he will never be good enough.

It’s his mother, watching with irrefutable silence.

It’s himself, pointing a wand at Dumbledore. Leaving with Snape. And abandoning his dreams to follow in his father’s foot steps.

It’s a portrait of Draco’s family, stone cold and frozen against the frosted window pane.

He doesn’t realize he’s screaming.

Not until the door is thrown open, and Harry’s there, sporting nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and a concerned purse of his lips.

He’s on the bed, and now Draco is crying. Yelling. Laughing hysterically. Because he’s fucking insane, sitting in a bed half-naked with Harry Potter and telling himself to shut his fucking mouth before Teddy wakes up.

But Harry is gentle. He wraps his arms around his shoulders and whispers “I know. But it’s not true. None of it is real.”

And Draco sobs, without really knowing how to stop, and Harry’s skin is warm against his own. It’s the first time he’s ever really felt whole.

Hours pass, though the clock reads otherwise. And Draco tells him that he needs to go back to bed. That they’ve both got work in the morning, and Teddy is visiting Andromeda...

But, no, Harry whispers, this is more important. You are more important. When had their relationship morphed into this... whatever this is?

Draco Malfoy allows himself to be held, and it is surprisingly wonderful.

***

Working for the ministry is like working in one of those Muggle cubicles. He should be grateful for the opportunity, but Draco hates his job. His boss is monstrous, a poised figure that reminds him far too much of his father.

He gets a bit panicky when requests are made, unable to say no. Draco Malfoy never thought he’d become a push over, but his inherent desire to please, to win, to have a second chance is tumultuous.

He doesn’t know how to live without it.

***

Teddy is spending the night at the Burrow, and Draco and Harry are doing their usual dance of washing and putting away the dishes.

“Fancy a movie?” Harry asks, and something soft flutters in Draco’s chest.

“Sure.”

***

It’s midnight when Draco feels the gentle presence of Harry slumped against his shoulder, his quiet snores a rhythm that he begins to memorize.

He doesn’t move, and the stillness is what allows him to feel the sporadic twitches that begin to ripple through Harry’s body.

“No, no,” he murmurs, “Please, no. Hermione... Cruciatus...”

Draco freezes, and he immediately understands the inner workings of Harry’s psyche.

He was there when his aunt Bella inflicted near irreparable damage to Hermione Granger. He didn’t stand up. He didn’t stop her.

There’s a tightness in his chest, and it fluctuates with his heart rate. Harry is having a nightmare, and it’s all his fault.

“You’ll never make up for what you’ve done,” he hears his father say, and the words are a gun to his head.

“Harry,” he whispers, desperately running his fingers along the side of his arm to calm him. If he couldn’t go back, the least he could do is aid his sleep.

Harry settles, and Draco breathes a sigh of relief. His father is laughing at him.

Ghostly shadows dance along the walls, flickering in the dim light of the TV. The world seems to grow around him, and he is infintismal.

His palms are sweaty as the guilt settles, rotting a hole in his stomach. And then there’s a whisper, a subtle word that shifts everything: “Draco.”

He glances at Harry’s face twice to make sure he’s not imagining the slight tug at the corner of his mouth. He said Draco’s name. And, from the depths of his slumber, he’s smiling.

Draco’s eyes are prickly, and he’s not sure why there are tears surfacing at such an inopportune moment. Perhaps he’s gone completely insane... or maybe...

“Not your father, Draco... amazing... need you... love you...”

A light seems to dissipate the shadows, which morph and expand into unidentifiable shapes before they slowly vanish. Draco’s hands are still clammy, but his mind is on overdrive.

The Savior of the Wizarding World is dreaming about him. Believes in him. Maybe, even...loves him?

And the remaining shadows come crashing down, spirits that find rest in redemption. If Harry Potter, with his stupid scar, and his stupid broomstick, could think highly of Draco Malfoy, the ex-death eater... maybe he could forgive himself.

Maybe... and then there are images flashing through his mind. Of stone family drawings and cruel and unjust punishment.

Of the desire to please, so much, that if his father pointed a wand at his throat he’d beg for forgiveness. Of pretending to have dignity for so long that he’d lost his own along the way.

And then, another sleepy rasp from Potter: “not your fault...”

And something snaps inside him.

“Not my fault,” he repeats, barely audible, yet it rattles an earthquake that cracks the floor. The ground faults, and everything he’s ever know crumbles before him.

“You are pathetic.” The voice of his father shakes the walls, breaks the foundation. Rips open the fortress of his solitude, jagged lines coursing through his very being and down to his core.

There’s a wand at his throat.

Harry isn’t here. Here, it’s a Malfoy’s paradise, and Draco’s skin crawls at the realistic image of his father before him. He’s so fucking life-like, the drawl of his criticism dripping with the poison of a basilisk. He’s smiling, and that hurts. It’s malicious.

But then, another whisper. A distant proclamation that rings through the periphery of his hearing. “Draco... always... good enough...”

Fuck. Harry?

“Good enough,” he repeats, the syllables a solid reality, just like the man before him. And, in a sudden fit of realization, Draco realizes the epitome of his salvation.

“You’re not real,” he says, and the words are a bit shaky as they permeate the air. His father’s face twists into something unreadable, a cross between a scowl and utter shock.

“You’re not real.” The wand lowers. His brow narrows.

“You were never real. My father is in Azkaban. You are just the ghost of what he did to me.”

His hands are drifting into the atmosphere, like grains of sand dissipating toward the floor. His expression morphs into utter fear, and, for once, Draco feels powerful.

It was never about defeating him. He could have dualed his fractured subconscious for years, constantly bettering himself, only to fall again. And the wand would always be pointed at his throat

But Harry, Harry said he was good enough. And he can hear the distant titter of Teddy’s amusement, the padding of his socks as they bounce along the hardwood floor of their flat. Of their home.

Harry cares. Loves. And so Draco must love himself.

“You could never kill me,” he says to the air, as the whisp of Lucius Malfoy’s presence fades into nothing. “It was just me, all along. Hurting myself because you trained me to. It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t my fucking fault.”

There’s a sudden whoosh, and the room is spinning. And then it’s not. And Draco Malfoy is sitting next to a blissfully sleeping Harry Potter in a London flat.

The movie is over, and all that remains of the last few minutes is a line of scrolling credits.

The shadows, they’re gone. And somehow, Draco is no longer haunted. The house is peaceful, and a serenity seems to fill it’s every crevice, binding the cracks that once cleaved the walls. He pulls Harry closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Taking a risk he’d never had the confidence to execute.

Harry smiles, stirring a bit before turning his green gaze upward. “That’s nice,” he says, and Draco chuckles.

“Yeah, it is, hm?”

“Hey Draco?”

He doesn’t reply, but meets that vibrant stare of his with irrefutable honesty.

“Thanks for being a part of our family.”

“Family?” The word nervously slips his lips. He’s never done this before.

Harry nods. “You, me, and Teddy.”

His eyes are prickly again, and he swallows a hard lump in the back of his throat. “I love the sound of that. Of family.”

“Good. Because I’ll hex you if you go anywhere. Old habits do die hard, you know.”

Draco laughs, hearty. Whole. Harry snuggles into his shoulder, falling asleep lightly as he thoughtfully plans his next project.

***

The next day, Teddy enters to find Draco drawing a picture of his family at the kitchen table.

“Whatcha doin’?” He asks curiously, hopping onto Draco’s lap as he sketches.

The picture before them is a family, a blonde, a brunette, and a tuft or blue hair between them. There are no spaces, no empty holes between their bodies, and the sky is a vibrant array of purples and oranges.

“Let’s hang it on the fridge!” Teddy exclaims, grasping it and running to attach it to the front of the surface.

Draco eyes the picture smiling, and it is the best he’s ever felt.

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animekath · 4 years

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A Ray Of Sunshine!

Yagi Toshinori (All Might) X Hero!Reader

Hey guys, Kat here!

I am back once again after two months of nothing but a bunch of drawings! (My bad-) I returned because I finished watching Bnha, up to season 4, and I gosh dang love it! Everyone is so lovable and I have fallen for every teacher-(Hot teachers, ouf) And All Might is one of them-He is so sweet, I want to cry so much for him!

Anyway, here is a long ass-story for you, cuties! I hope you like it! Sorry for spelling and grammar! (My dyslexic ass-huhu!)

Words: 8469

Warning: slow burn, tooth rotting fluff, adorable reader and Toshi, swearing, injury, coughing up blood (ForComedy), eating out, riding, sweet to intense sex, creamepie, size kink-ish?

Enjoy!

Another sunny morning in Musutafu, barely any clouds in the sky and birds chirping across town.

But an older man seemed a bit down as he walked out of the store, coughing into his hand as blood splurt out. “Damn it…” He grunted out as he looked at his palm. Toshinori already spent his three hours of power in the morning, since one person called out for help, one after another. It was his selfless heart; he couldn’t help himself; he wanted to help people! But now he has to spend all day to suffer in this weak form. At least he is starting teaching soon in U. A High, so he could rest his body, it was for the best.

As he looked through his bag, he was taken by surprise when a blast came near him, noticing it was in the store he just left. A giant beast appeared, holding a bag which was full of money. Damn, Thief! People ran and screamed, but Toshinori held his place. “Hey-!” He snapped, about to changed but his own body stopped him, coughing up blood once again.

The beast looked down at him, his tail knocking him back. “Hahaha!! An old man trying to act big, huh?” The creature laughed, Toshinori holding his side as he was on the floor.

“Fu-” He growled. ‘Come on, you pathetic man, fight!’ He mentally shouted to himself, the beast getting closer. 'Shit, shit!’

Before the beast could throw another hit, a person whooshed past and punched him right in the jaw. “No worry, Citizens!” You turned, a bright smile on your face. “Sunshine is here!”

-Name: _____ _____

Hero Name: Sunshine

Age: 2X

Quirk: Sun - Your body absorbs the suns energy, building up strength and speed, practically unstoppable. But you become weak if clouds are blocking the sun or it’s night time-

Toshinori blinked up at you, a bit taken back by your sudden appearance. Your cloak flapped behind you as you walked towards the beast. “Hurting the old, villain? How rude of you.” You huffed.

'Geez, I don’t look THAT old, do I?’ Toshinori thought to himself as he blinked dully. ’…Nah, I do.’

“If they’re in my way, I AtTaCK!” He shouted, his tail going for another hit but you quickly dodge. “Just let me hit you, pretty girl! It’ll be quick, I swear..!”

You thought about it, rubbing at your chin. “Hm…I don’t think so! Don’t want to ruin this pretty girls face.” You winked before going to attack again, your leg doing a high kick to his face. You grabbed his tail, spinning yourself before throwing him in the air. “Mind your head!” You jumped into the air and did a low kick, his body slamming to the ground. “Never mind!” You grinned as you landed down - You looked over, taking the bag of money and passed it to the shopkeeper.

People ran over, thanking you, praising you - It made you a bit flustered. “Thank you, thank you, you’re all too kind..!” You smiled brightly. Your eyes drifted to Toshinori, the man forgetting he was lying there. “Oh, sorry, excuse me..!” You said as you walked past the crowd, quickly going over to check on him. “Sir, are you alright? Do you need any help?” You asked in a kindhearted voice.

“Ah, Thank you, but I’m fi-GHA!” He coughed up blood suddenly, noticing your surprised look.

'That is not fine!!!’ You screamed in your mind, suddenly panicked but you still gave a calming look. “No need to worry, I got you, fellow sir..!” You said.

“Wh-Ah!?” Toshinori suddenly gasped by your sudden lift, holding him in your arms. “Wait-There is no need to-!”

“Nonsense! You’re bleeding; you need help!” You said before running at full speed. You heard sirens, so you knew the beast would be handled - A man bleeding is first on the list! Toshinori felt like a child as you held him, but was still impressed by your strength.

You finally made it to the hospital, taking him inside, even when he kept telling you he’s okay. “I want you safe, sir. I’ll be dejected if I knew you were badly injured and coughing up blood isn’t a common thing.”

'It is for me..’ He thought. “It’s fine, seriously, it’s my condition I have - I was doing it before he attacked me” He tried to reassure you, but that made you look more worried.

“Th-That still isn’t good..!” You said. “Please, sir, do this for me..!”

He smiled down at you, like how caring you were. “Okay…I will.” He hated lying, but he did it to ease your worries.

“Thank you, kind sir. A nurse will be with you at any moment. I must return to the store; I need to inform the police on what happened.” You smiled, giving him a small wave. “I hope to see you again, sir! Sunshine has got your back!” You left the hospital, Toshinori smiling as you disappeared.

He saw a bit of himself in you - Maybe you were inspired by him, or you made your own passion. He was glad a hero like you was around.

“…Crap, I forgot my bag.”

~~~

Toshinori finally started his first day in U. A High and it seemed to be going well - even if he was mainly in the office. He would see Eraserhead, Present Mic and Midnight in the office as well, but it seemed they were talking about a new teacher.

“Seems our new little girl is a bit late” Nemuri purred out as she looked over the clock, a hand on her hip as she thought where the new girl was.

“A bit late? You mean an hour late.” Aizawa grunted out, not looking up from his paperwork at his desk.

Toshinori raised his head, his sunken eyes looking at the lewd woman. “Ah, A new teacher?” He questioned.

“Yes, she’s going to be learning history to the kids. Well, someday, whenever she comes in.” She chuckled as she flipped her hair behind her shoulder.

They heard the door slam open and heavy panting, all the teachers eyes flicked up, but Toshinori’s become widen. “I’m so sorry; I’m late! There was a giant octopus, and I had to help to stop it from hitting another building! Nezu already knows the situation! Forgive me!”

It was you - Sunshine!

You were still trying to catch your breath, placing a hand on your chest. He noticed your cape was a bit ruffled, your bare arms and thighs had red circle marks which he guessed the octopus got you.

“No need for worries, little miss! You’re lucky your first class doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes..!” Yamada said as he slides over to your side, giving you finger guns.

You let out a sigh of relief, a small smile appearing on your face. “Thank goodness, I was worried. Although the kids will question my scruffy appearance.” You said but shrugged it off, tapping the dust off your cape. Your eyes glanced up; the blonde man caught your eye. “Ah!”

Uh oh.

“It’s you, sir!” You beamed as you walked over. “I didn’t know you were a teacher here, what a coincidence!” You smiled brightly down at the older man. “I hope you’re feeling okay?”

“Oh! Ur, yeah, I’m fin-CUH!” He coughed up blood once again.

“THAT IS NOT FINE!” You screeched out. “So you weren’t lying before, huh!?” You frowned. “I’m sorry..!”

Toshinori waved his hands quickly in front of himself. “Oh no, don’t be sorry! You were helpful to me, no need for apologies!” He said immediately, not wanting you upset. “It’s something you didn’t know…Ur - I’m Yagi Toshinori, by the way. We never introduced each other properly.” He said, moving the talk away from him coughing up blood.

You looked down at him; a smile appeared on your face before shaking his hand. “I’m ______ _____..!”

You explained to the other teachers how you met, Toshinori seemed to lower himself more and more into his chair, a bit embarrassed when you mentioned you carried him to the hospital - The mention made Yamada and Nemuri hold back their laughter. All Might! The strongest man on Earth and the number one hero, being carried by a girl like a child and who was much smaller than him - The thought made Yamada choke on his laugh, quickly turning his body away to calm himself.

You were confused by their reactions, but you stopped when you realised you were going to be late for your class. “I need to go! Can’t keep the kids waiting!” You gave a quick wave before leaving the Office.

“I’m guessing she doesn’t know you’re All Might, correct?” Aizawa said as he side glanced at Toshinori.

“Ah, no…” He replied, rubbing the back of his neck. He might need to tell you one day since all the teachers knew about his identity, but you not knowing made him feel at ease. You seem to give him respect as a teacher and not as the number one hero.

‘Maybe later…’

~~~

For a strong Pro-Hero, who knows about history and seemed level headed, you also seem to be a bit oblivious and a klutz. You would get flustered when you make a mistake or trip upon nothing, but you always smiled about it - Nothing seemed to make you frown. You, of course, pouted by the teasing you got from the other teachers and even your students, but nothing made you truly upset.

Toshinori was sat on the lounge, letting out a soft sigh as he rubbed on his stiff neck, finally finished with the paperwork - Damn, he didn’t realise how much teachers got, must have been a pain. As he put together his paperwork and put it in his briefcase, he left the room only to have a lunchbox shoved in his face. “There you are Toshi!” You grinned up at him. “Want lunch together?”

“Ah-! You…You made me lunch?” He blinked surprised down at you, taken back by your sudden show and the fact that you made him lunch.

“Yes! I made too much this morning and thought of sharing it with you! I also notice you don’t eat much during work, so I thought of treating you.” You tilted your head to the side. “You’ve also finished your work, right?”

Toshinori had a feeling that no was not a choice in this matter.

So the next thing he knew, he was sat outside on a bench with you, opening the lid to see rice and chicken - It smelt so good; it nearly made him drool. He grabbed his chopsticks and took the first bite. “Mm-” He swallowed, noticing your eyes were nervously glancing over, hoping he would like it. “It’s Delicious…” He gave you a bright smile. “Thank you so much; I don’t deserve this wonderful meal.”

“…” Your eyes sparkled, looking like you might cry. “It’s nothing, Toshi! You deserve it, you work so hard, and you deserve a break once in a while!” You gave him a thumbs up, Toshinori letting out a chuckle by your positive words.

You never said anything negative about anyone, not even Aizawa, only saying he just needed more sleep because he looked like a tired raccoon. Yamada now started calling Aizawa a tired raccoon, which made him, wrap his binding cloth around his head to cover his mouth.

“You’re too kind to me, _____.” He hummed, both of you taking a few more bites. Damn, he needed that - He couldn’t have full meals because of his stomach, so he just had snacks, but your lunch had the right balance. “Ah…I haven’t been that stuffed in a while; I needed that.” He sighs as he closed his eyes.

“If you enjoyed it that much, I can make you another tomorrow and maybe the day after..!” You grinned. “As I said, I make so much, and I can’t eat all of it on my own.” You then leaned forward a bit. “Also having our meals together, we can talk more and more!” Toshinori opened his mouth to reply, but his phone started ringing.

‘A PHONE CALL IS HERE! A PHONE CALL IS HERE! A PHONE CA-’

He grabbed his phone quickly as he got up, noticing you holding back your laugh, your hand covering your mouth. “I need to take this..!” He said, a bit flustered by his ring tone, which was a first since the other teachers knew and he didn’t care about their reactions.

“O-Okay…” You snickered, finding this tall, skinny man so adorable. You thought he was an All Might fan since he had him as his ring tone, it amazed you. When he returned, you bit your lip as you smiled. “All Might, huh?”

“Ur - Yeah…Is that a problem?” He asked as he looked over your bright form. You never talked or mentioned All Might, even though someone has spoken about him at least once or all the time.

You rested you back against the bench as you thought about it. “No, nothing wrong having a ring tone of him. All Might…Is okay.”

Something inside him shattered. ‘Just…Okay!?’ He thought you didn’t notice his shaken form. ‘Not amazing, wonderful, handsome, just OKAY!?’

You quickly waved your hands. “Don’t get me wrong; I look up to All Might a lot! I think the brands and advertisements just put me off so much, like - I saw his head on a toilet brush, you don’t need to do that!” You said as you explained yourself. “That’s not his fault, though…He was the one that taught me to smile through everything!” You said as you looked up at Toshinori, You didn’t realise how close your faces were. “Through pain and danger, I will always smile! I want people to know everything will be okay!” You smiled, your voice filled with so much passion and love; it made Toshinori’s eyes sparkle. “So…Maybe I shouldn’t say he’s okay - I should say he’s the best person on Earth…But I don’t want to see his face on a brush again…” You said, nervously scratching your cheek.

“…Heh…” Toshinori snickered before he started to laugh out loud, you followed with your laughter, his large bony hand on your shoulder.

“GHA!”

“Holy Jesus, there is blood everywhere! PLEASE SEE A DOCTOR AGAIN, TOSHI!!!”

~~~

Another few weeks went by, and each day, he had a new lunch - If you missed him because you’re both busy, you just leave it at his desk. For doing this, you only wanted his company, sitting outside together and just chatted about school, life or your past. Toshinori didn’t have enough courage to let you know that he’s All Might - He liked the way you looked at him in this form and not his other. Maybe he was a desperate older man, but he thought you get flustered over small touches or when he compliments you - Maybe he was overthinking. The tall man had a soft spot for you; He wanted your sweet laugh, your small touches and your kind words, it made him putty.

One day it started to rain out of nowhere, getting the poor man soaked. “Damn it.” He sighs as he took off his wet jacket. “Thank god for the extra clothing at school.” He said to himself as he went to the office, seeing no one was around. Since he was alone, he might as well change here - He didn’t want to walk all the way downstairs just to turn and go back right back up to the office.

He took off his soaked white shirt, grabbing the spare to slip on. Before he could though, the door opened. “Hey, To-” You stopped, your eyes widen at the sight. Toshinori stopped as well as he looked over to your face, noticing your eyes were looking at the horrific scar on the side of his stomach, making him quickly cover it with his hand.

“_____, It’s not…” What could he say? ‘It’s not that bad’, ‘It’s nothing’, you won’t shrug it off. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat as his eyes drifted off to the side, still feeling your eyes on him. ‘She’ll probably leave, be disgusted by this. Fuck, who am I kidding? She has never seen me in that way…’ His mind swarmed with negative thoughts, but he suddenly felt a fresh touch, snapping out of his thoughts as he gasped.

You were in front of him, your hand on his scar but pulled away when he gasped. “S-Sorry! Does it hurt?” You asked quietly as you looked up at him.

“A-Ah, no, no - You just took me by surprise.” He replied. Toshinori couldn’t believe you were in front of him, you didn’t look disgusted nor sad, more like curious. He felt your hand on his scar once again, just gently laying your palm on the centre. Your touch was Soft. It made the taller man fluster. “Hah…” He let out a shaken breath as your fingertips ran along the lines of his scar, a shiver running up his spine.

It felt nice…Sweet. Goodness, he wanted more.

“How…How did you get this? It looks so painful.” You muttered, Toshinori realising how close you were, he could smell your shampoo, he wanted to run his fingers through your hair.

Fuck…

“It’s a long story, but…” He swallowed again. “_____, I have to tell you something. The other teachers know A-And I wasn’t hiding it from you because I don’t trust you! It’s just…I like the way you look at me…Like this…” His sunken eyes looked down at you, seeing the confusion on your face. “You don’t look at me like a popular guy like others. You see me, as…Me. Although the other side is me too…”

“Toshi, I don’t…I’m confused.” You muttered. His large hands placed on your shoulders to move you a foot away, seeing his form into-”A-All Might!?” Your eyes widen, the skinny man you knew - now turned into the number one hero. “W-What!? He’s All Might, Y-You’re All Might!? How, I-!” Your eyes swirled, entirely confused. “Oh god, I’m confused - You’ve always been All Might!? OH, GOD-!”

“Don’t freak out, I’ll tell you everything, just breathe..!” Even his vocals changed, having a mighty boom in his voice.

After you calmed down, he told you everything; The fight, the damage, what it did to his body and how he can only be All Might for only a few hours. You stood there, listening intently, taking it all in - Everything made sense, All of it! It saddened you to know he’s in so much pain.

“Toshi…You could have told me right away..” You muttered, looking up at him to smile. “I like you for you, silly, not your power or popularity. You’re still the big softy I know.” You let out a giggle, the muscle man melting by your sweet voice.

“_____…Your words mean a lot to me. Thank y-GH!” He coughed, turning back to his skinny self, blood spurting from his mouth.

“N-Now I know why you cough up blood so much.” You sigh, taking out a napkin to clean his mouth, buying a few for Toshinori last week. “Still…A hero or not, I want to help in any way I can. Even A number one hero needs help sometimes.” You said, lowering the napkin to look over his face. “So if you need me, call me, shout my name, and I’ll come running..!” You gave your heroic grin, making him smile.

“Thank you, _____. Urm…You can do me a favour; it’s a little embarrassing to ask…” He said as he scratched his cheek. “Can…I hold you?”

You were taken back by the request but smiled sweetly. “You never have to ask that from me, Toshi.” You said softly, going closer to pull him into a hug. Your arms wrapped around his waist, while he anxiously wrapped his around your neck, a substantial hand gently on your head. “Mm…”

Your head rested on his chest; your ear pressed up against him to hear his heart beating. He may be hurt, but he was alive, smiling when his heartbeat quickened. Toshinori felt your hand run along up and down his back slowly like you were comforting him; it made the poor man shiver. Your touch was warm and gentle; he felt overwhelmed. He hasn’t been touched like this in so long; he craved for it, he wanted nothing but your sweet touches. He didn’t think of it as sexual, just two people wanting comfort, some type of loving connection. He closed his eyes as you continued, nearing arching his back against your hand, making your bodies press closer together. “Sunshine…My ray of Sunshine.”

His deep voice made you blush, your heart skipping a beat by his words. It may have been your hero name, but he was saying it in a different light. His sighs as he felt your fingers rubbing up against his back, going higher to go through his hair. His breath shaken when you rubbed his head, your fingers going through the messy blonde hair. His head lowered until he was resting against yours, his eyes close but yours were widened. He enjoyed it; he craved it; he wanted nothing but your soft touches. You watched him get putty in your arms, the view making your heart beat faster. “…Tosh-”

You both heard the door, looking over to see Aizawa at the doorway, the gloomy man frozen on the stop. You both blushed, realising the situation - You were both pressed together, your arms tangled in an embrace and Toshinori being shirtless. “Sorry, I…I didn’t mean to intrude. You both can continue…” He said, in his dull voice, turning around to leave.

You both pulled away, waving your arms to get his attention. “No, no, this isn’t what it looks like!!!” You both said at the same time.

“It’s ‘exactly’ what it looks like.” He grunted before the door slammed shut.

You both stood there, flustered and quiet. Oh god, he thought you guys were about to have sex, that wasn’t good! Both of you were so caught up in the embrace, that you forgot that you were in the office, in a school for that matter.

“I…I should put my shirt on now.” “Y-Yes, and I’ll-! Urm…Go to class..! It’s early, but oh well!” You both laughed nervously, your bodies stiff as you went to your desk; Toshinori was putting on a dry shirt while you grabbed your papers. You both looked at each other, your cheeks still hot. “I-” You both stopped, letting out a nervous chuckle. “You go first.”

“No, you…” You replied.

“No, Y-”

“C-Can we do that again!?” You spit out; the man took back by your request. “I just-! Urm…I-It was nice and…You’re very cuddly. I liked it.” You smiled nervously, gripping on to your papers. “I understand if yo-”

“Yes.” He replied right away, his bright eyes staring into your soul. “I would love to, _____.”

“Oh…Great..!” You replied, relieved that he agreed. “Okay, Urm…I’ll sees you later, okay?” You gave a small wave before walking to the door, nearly running into it. “Shi-Damn, I-” You opened the door, letting out a nervous laugh before closing it.

“…” Toshinori squatted on the floor as he ran his fingers through his hair, his face red as he stared at the floor. ‘Oh god, oh god, oh god - That happened. Jesus Christ, I almost died from embarrassment, that woman will be the death of me…’ He thought in his head, steam coming out of his ears.

He heard the door slide open again. “Are you done with your sex?”

“WE WEREN’T HAVING SEX, SHOUTA!!!” He shouted as he splurted out blood.

~~~

After that awkward bump on the road, things seem to be going smoothly for you and Toshinori. You continued talking and eating lunch together, but it seemed to be more touchy. You would rest against each other while your fingers ran through his hair, the bony man letting out soft hums when your nails gently scraped against his scalp. You even invited him to your house to watch movies and cuddle, resting on his chest or his head resting on your lap while you played with his hair. The little affections were sweet, especially when your held hands, his thumb rubbing up and down your knuckles.

This made the other teachers a bit more curious about your ‘relationship’ - Nemuri wanted to know the juicy details; what was he like in the sack, did he punish you, did you tie him down to the bed, would you two just fuck each other raw. You denied it all; it was nothing like that! But the thoughts sadly came, and it made your face beat red, thanks Nemuri! Yamada would ask Toshinori the romantic questions; What was your first date like, was your first kiss passionate or rough, are you the romantic type, have you guys danced together, have you both said I love you. Toshinori denied it all as well, but embarrassed at the thought of taking you on a date, just having each others company. Aizawa didn’t bring up any questions nor said much on it, just a simple ‘If you guys are happy, then I am glad, but don’t bring that shit to school.’

The questions made you both think - It did seem like you were a couple, but you never kissed, nor gone on a date. Both of you were so busy with school and hero work that the closest thing you have done together was cuddle in bed. You guys loved it, but maybe it was time to the next level. Toshinori knew he wasn’t a young man anymore; he wanted a relationship, he wanted a house together, he wanted a family - But were you in the same mindset? He didn’t know that you were. You loved being a hero, you loved helping people, but you also wanted a life. You would see parents with their children, and it made you think of having your own kids and husband - But did Toshinori felt the same? You didn’t know that he was.

Weeks went by until one day, Toshinori was running to the hospital after he heard what happened.

A Building was on fire at night, and news reported that you went inside to rescue any civilians, even though you were practically quirk-less at night. You didn’t wait for reinforcements, you just ran in head first, but thanks to that you saved many lives. The news said everyone was going to the closest hospital, including yourself, since you were injured from the fire.

Toshinori panicked - What happened if you were trapped or severely injured, you wouldn’t have made it out. He just needed to see you, hold you, anything-damn it! He made it to the hospital and the desk told him which room you were in, his body practically shaking in the lift. And when he finally made it to your room, he saw you, his mass shooting towards you - He couldn’t hold himself any longer!

“To-Mm!” Your eyes widen, freezing on the spot when his lip met yours, his arm wrapped around you while the other held the back of your head so you wouldn’t pull away. It was passionate and even a desperate kiss, like he hasn’t seen you in years - You couldn’t help but kiss back. Your free hand ran through his messy hair, both of you pressed together in the sweet embrace. Toshinori felt like if he lets you go, you would fade away and wouldn’t come back. He needed you; he wanted you; he didn’t want to let go!

“E-Excuse me…” They heard a quiet voice say, both pulled away from the kiss to see the nurse looking a bit flustered. She was holding your arm, which she was still bandaging up. “May I continue, please?”

You giggled as Toshinori pulled away with a flustered face, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah-I’m so sorry! Please, forgive me, ma’am..!” He was that one noted; he didn’t notice the nurse.

“It’s fine; I know the feeling. You must be happy to see your girlfriend is safe.” She hummed as she did the final touches.

“S-She’s not my-I mean-” He shuttered, wanting to hide.

The nurse gave him a wink. “I’ll give you two some alone time. Please rest, miss _____.” She said as she eased you on the bed before leaving.

“Thank you so much for your service, Miss.” You said kindly, giving a small nod. As the door shut, you gave Toshinori a slight grin. “I didn’t expect that from you, Toshi. You took me by surprise, you big flirt.”

“Ah-It wasn’t like that..! I mean…I just wanted to see you and when I did…My body couldn’t handle it.” He said, looking a bit anxious as he rubbed his neck again. “I…I needed to know you were real.” He then sat beside you, his large hand taking yours. “And I’m happy to know you’re safe…”

“Toshi…I’m fine. I burnt my arm, but it’ll heal, might leave a mark though.” You pouted, before glancing at his hand, his grip tightened. His mind swarmed with dark thoughts, but you cut it by kissing his cheek. “No need for that look, Toshi. I’m fine…”

“Yes, but…Your Quirk-”

“Quirk or not, I’m still a hero.” You said, your head gently resting on his. “Yes, it is hard without a quirk. I ignore doing anything at night, but…I couldn’t just stand there and watch a building burn full of people. I…I had to do something, Toshi.” You closed your eyes, biting your bottom lip, trying to hold yourself. “If I didn’t…A lot of people would have suffered. My body just carried me, running inside and help them people. I-I kept smiling…I kept pushing myself.”

His arms wrapped around you, leaning your head towards his shoulder. “…You must have been scared, _____…Knowing that if anything bad happened, you…” He sighs. “Never mind. It’s over now, and you did so well…You saved families, My Sunshine. I’m so proud of you.” His words overwhelmed you, gripping his shirt as you suddenly sobbed into his shoulder. “Shh…Shh…I got you now, Sunshine. Just let it out.” And so you did, holding onto Toshinori as you cried in his arms.

But now, you call him your boyfriend.

~~~

After the hospital, both of you were becoming much cuddlier, like two teens in their first relationship. You continued to eat together, but Toshinori would quickly steal a kiss from you before anyone noticed, your face becoming flustered as you stuffed your face with food to distract yourself. You loved this side of him, kindhearted and sweet, even a bit of a flirt when he wanted to.

You finally went on your first date, and it was awkward at first, but when you walked through the park together and kicked off your heels, it went smoothly - Toshinori even gave you his jacket when he thought you were cold. You can cut ice easily with how adorable the two of you were. Even the teachers noticed how bright the two of you were together; they could practically see the hearts and sparkles coming out from both of you. Yamada nearly sobbed, wanting what you two have.

“Geez, it has to rain suddenly again!” You whined as you and Toshinori ran to his place. “They said today was going to be sunny, them lying bastards..!”

“Hah, true - Let’s just get inside quickly before we get completely soaked!”

“Too late, Toshi!”

You both went inside, peeling off your coats and hung them up, sliding off your shoes after. As you both went inside, Toshinori went to get some towels for you both. “Here, get yourself dried up.” He said, a towel resting on his head, making you smile before ruffling your hair with the soft wool. “Give me a second.” He disappeared once again, returning with some dry clothes. “Here, you should take these so that you won’t be walking around in wet clothes.”

“Ah-Thank you, Toshi.” You said as you took them from his hands, the tall man pointing where his bathroom was for you to change. He went to his bedroom, sliding off his clothes to slip on a loose t-shirt and pants, just casual wear. As he left his bedroom, he turned when he heard you. “Thank you again for your clothes, but your pants couldn’t fit me.”

His eyes widen, looking over your smaller form - Wearing nothing but his buttoned-up shirt which was resting on your mid-thigh. He could have sworn his heart stopped, seeing your bare legs. “Ah…” He knew your outfit showed your thighs, but this was different, you wore long boots and socks to cover your legs. They looked beautiful, your thighs lightly pressing together. ‘I want to grab them so badly…’ He thought, his eyes darken by the thought. ‘I want to dig my fingernails into her flesh until she-’

“T-Toshi…” He snapped out of it by your voice, seeing you looked nervous by his silent stare. “I’m sorry, I’ll put back on my-”

“No, don’t-It’s fine..!” He said quickly as he put his hands up. ‘You perverted old man, what were you thinking!? It’s inappropriate to stare’ He mentally slapped himself, not wanting you to be uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, F-Forgive me-” He swallowed, taking your wet clothes to put them in the wash with his own.

As he did this, you sat on the couch, feeling so exposed wearing this, but what else could you wear? The way he stared at you, it was like he was about to pounce on you. The thought made you shiver, your cheeks heating up. ‘Stop it, you fool! Stop thinking of such lewd things!’ You thought to yourself.

“Here…” You blinked when you felt a weight on your shoulders. “This blanket is to keep you warm. I bet you’re freezing.” You nod your head, watching Toshinori sitting beside you and turned on the TV. You held the blanket close as you sat beside him, covering the blush on your cheeks. He wrapped one arm around you to pull you close, gently rubbing your shoulder to ease your stiff muscles.

He may have been a bony man, but he was still comfortable to rest against, loving when you heard his heartbeat against his chest. “Mm…” Your eyes were not on the TV, your eyes placed at his chest, your fingers gently running along his collar bone - his body stiffens by the touch, his grip lightly squeezed you. “Toshi…Aren’t you cold too?” You asked, but before he could reply, you already wrapped the blanket around each other.

The hero felt you cuddle up to him close, his heart beating into his ribs faster. ‘We’ve done this so many times, why is it now so intense’He thought, his eyes glancing down at you, your breasts pressed up against his side, and your thighs pressed together, making the poor boy stiff. 'Oh goodness, she is so sexy, I’m might pass out..!’ His eyes swirled, holding you close to his body. “_____…”

You looked up him, your whole face heated while your hands gripped his shirt. “Toshi…” You bit the inside of you lip, pushing yourself. 'Stop being so shy!’ You moved your body up, the man’s eyes slightly widen as you sat on his lap, your thighs resting on either side of him. “I…Urm…I want to…” You shuttered, frowning that you were too nervous to say it, so you just pulled him into a kiss, hoping he gets the hint.

He was prepossessing your words and actions, as he let you continue, his hands gently placed on your hips as he kissed back, letting out a pleasing hum. “Mm…” You both relaxed into the kiss, your arms going around his neck to make the kiss deeper, his fingers gently squeezing your soft hips. He loved every part about you; he wanted to touch and kiss every part while saying loving things in your ear; he wanted you to know how special you were to him. He bit your bottom lip, hoping you got the hint. You did, kissing again while your tongues brushed against each other, Toshinori feeling your hips pressed down on him.

‘Is that what you want, little Sunshine? I’ll give it to you…I’ll give you everything.’ He thought, his hand slowly sliding down to cup your ass, letting out a small squeak which made him chuckle against your lips. Fuck, your skin felt so smooth and soft, squeezing your ass as he grinds you down onto him. Your fingers held onto his hair, moaning into the kiss as you felt his semi-hard on rubbing against your clothed cunt. “Hah…” You both pulled away for air, his eyes looking at your adorable face, a low growl leaving his lips. “You want me, _____?” Your voice was lost, so all you did was nod, a smile appearing on his face. “I’m glad…I’ve wanted you for so long, I practically ached…” He grunted, his voice rugged and deep, it made a shiver run down your spine.

“Toshi…” You took his hands, leading them to the buttons of the shirt, The skinny man giving you a ‘are you sure?’ look. “P-Please…I…I want you too.” He nods his head as a reply, his long fingers unbuttoning the shirt - Your breasts peeking out, your stomach and finally, your underwear. He let out a shaken sigh as he parted the shirt; your whole body is shown to him. He let out a quiet ‘fuck’; a small smile appeared on your face. “Like what you see?”

“Yes…God, yes, you’re breathtaking…” He breathed out, his thumbs rubbing your hip bones. “Gorgeous, beautiful…Sexy as hell.” His sunken eyes looked up at you, a grin sliding on his face. “Are you a villain? Trying to get me weak on the knees until I’m under your power?”

You giggled. “Maybe…” You purred, your hands grabbing his shirt to slip it off. “Although, your All-mighty body is getting me weaker…” He laughed, the aura around you both seemed to be less tense. Your hand gently ran down his body, your fingertips smoothly running against the scar, Toshinori groaning - Already putty under your touch. He has fought so many villains throughout his years, but he has never been this weak from simple touches. Your hand stopped on his pants; your eyes flicked up to his face as your fingers teasingly rubbed the edge. “May I?”

“Y-Yeah…” He breathed out, his face flustered as you grabbed his pants, sliding them down to his mid-thigh with his boxers, his cock hit against his stomach. Your eyes looked at his throbbing masterpiece in awe, seeing it twitch, making your lower stomach burn. Toshinori rested his head back, his arm covering his eyes so he wouldn’t be able to see you, he was too nervous to. “D…Don’t stare.” He grunted out, his breath shaken.

“S-Sorry, I just…It’s so big.” He chocked on a gasp, feeling your hand wrapped around his shaft, giving him a few slow pumps. “So hot…My hand might melt.” You swallowed your saliva, trying to not drool so much on how good he looked. He was a flustered mess on the couch already, you wanting nothing but to ride him, but you held yourself. “Is this good? I’m not the best…I-I don’t do this often…” You weakly chuckled.

“N-No, no, it’s good…Hah…So good. Mmm…Your hand is so soft.” He groaned out, still not looking at you or your hand. Your thumb slowly rubbed the sensitive tip, making his hip jolt up. “Ah-I…Oh, god.” He moaned, gritting his teeth as your hand gently squeezed his shaft, your hand going faster.

“Toshi…Please look.” You moved his arm away from his face, loving how handsome and cute he looked - His eyes were hazed with lust and his cheeks so flustered, you couldn’t look away. You tilted his head to look down, watching your hand pump his shaft. “You are so amazing…I can’t keep my eyes off you.” You breathed out, Toshinori letting shaken moans and breaths, his eyes were practically heart-shaped. “Do you like me doing this to you?”

“Yes…Yes, yes, all of it.” He groaned, bucking into your hand. “I-If you keep pumping me quickly, I’ll…Ah-I’ll come.” His fingers gripped onto your thighs, teasingly grazing your underwear. “Not yet…I-I…I want to be inside you.” Fuck, he did - He won’t be able to hold himself any longer. “Let me please you…”

You stopped, nodding your head. “O-Okay…” You got off him, the tall man already missing the closeness, watching you rest back on the couch. You nervously opened your legs for him as he crawled over, seeing your underwear was soaked. Were you that excited from touching him? Shit…

“Can I, _____?” He asked politely, his hands reaching for your underwear. You nod your head, letting out a weak ‘Y-Yeah’, his hands sliding them down until they were completely off. “Fuck-” He gasped, his bright blue eyes staring between your legs. “You’re beautiful…Stunning. I am a lucky man to have you…”

“S-Same for you, Toshi…” You breathed out, a weak smile spread on your face. “Ah-” You blushed, feeling his thumb spread your pussy lips, leaning down to get a closer look. “D-Don’t; it’s so embarrassing…”

He chuckled. “How is it? I’m looking at the most beautiful thing…You’re soaking for me, darling.” He groaned. “I just…Want to…” His tongue ran up your slit, a small whimper leaving your lips. “Fuck…I can’t-I…You taste so good.” Like a wild animal loose from its cage, his lips attacked your pussy, his tongue running up and down your slit to taste your juices.

“T-Toshi-!” You gasped, your fingers running through his hair, keeping your legs open as he continued to eat you out. Oh god, oh god, he snapped! His tongue would sometimes slip inside you, before pulling out to lick and suck at your pussy lips. “F-Fuck, oh fuck..!” You bucked into his face but felt his hand hold you down, keeping you in place as he tongue fucked you. “Nnn…!” Your headshot back, letting out whimpers and moans as he continued. But he turned it up, as his mouth moved up to suck on your clit. “F-Fuck! Oh god, Toshi…You’re so good.” You moaned out, gripping onto his hair.

“Fuck, darling…” He groaned against you, continue to suck at your clit. He loved how you thrived underneath him, your hands gripping onto his hair as you moaned out his name like a prayer.

“Toshi…Nnh-A…All Might…!” Toshinori stopped, pulling away from your legs, his full-blown eyes staring down at you - practically glowing.

“…What did you say?”

“…All…All Might?” You muttered, having no idea if he liked being called that or not. But when he smirked, you knew he loved it. He grabbed you, resting you on his lap, grabbing his own cock to tease it against your pussy. “Mmm…”

“Are you ready for me? My ray of Sunshine.” He groaned out, his hand gripping your thigh, wanting nothing but to pound you into the couch but he held himself for you.

“Yes…Ah, yes.” You moaned out, bucking your hips that his tip went right against your entrance. He grabbed your hips, slowly lower yourself until you were in. “F-Fuck…You filled me up. Oooh, Toshi..!” You sigh, grinding against him to get used to his size.

“Ah…_-_____. You feel…Mm-Remarkable.” He felt your walls squeeze him just a bit; his tip feeling so sensitive inside you; the pleasure was pure bliss. “Mmm…Please move. I’m dying here…”

You giggled by his begging, raising your hips before lowering them back down, both of you making a small moan. You would raise your hips slowly, but then slammed down quickly, the only thing heard in the room was each others moaning and skin slapping against skin. “I-Is that good, hah-Toshi?” You purred, holding onto his shoulders as you moved.

“Ngh-Yes…Ah…! Your…Pussy feels so good.” It was the first time hearing him use that word, and you loved it. He leaned over you to kiss and nibble your neck down to your shoulder like it was his very own canvas. He wanted to leave his marks on you, knowing you were his, knowing you were real. All of this felt like a hazy dream to him - Just knowing you still wanted him after all this time amazed him, but he loved it.

He loved you.

“Oh god, Toshi…” You felt every curve and vein of his cock, loving how it hit every spot inside you, his tip hitting just right in your womb. The fantastic feeling made you speed up the pace, your ass now slapping against his skinny thighs. “Mmm…Yes, yes, yes…! You feel amazing, T-Toshi.” You moaned, before leaning forward. “Or should I say…All Might?” You purred in his ear, feeling his body stiffen for a second. “Mnn…I love how All Might is hitting every right spot inside me…I’m so lucky to have you…My All Might.”

He growled low; his eyes seemed to brighten even more - He grabbed your arms, you stopped to look up at him, a wide smirk on his lips. “Again…Repeat it…” Steam now seeped out of his body, his body increasing in size and muscle.

“Tos-AH!” Your eyes widen, his cock increasing in size also - How is that possible, oh god, it was stretching you to your limit. “NNH!!!” Tears started to form in your eyes, biting your lip when he stopped growing. Now his big, muscly body was underneath you, the smirk on his face was still there. He now grabbed your arms and slammed your whole body down, crying out as his cock was so deep - You saw nothing but white.

“Come on, Sunshine, you can take a few inches more..!” His bright heroic voice come out, pretty much using your body as his very own flashlight. As he slammed your whole body down, his hips would thrust up, nothing but pound after pound inside you. “Now…Call for me. Call. For. Me..!” He growled out.

Your mind wasn’t thinking straight, only crying and moaning out, your words already slurred and made no sense. “I-I-Nuh! A-All-Ah!” It was too much, you were past your limit, you think you already came, but you weren’t sure.

It was…It was…Incredible!

No one has made you feel this good; it was inhuman! Oh god - you saw stars, you saw Jesus himself, No, you saw Aizawa and Yamada as angels above you. You were fucking losing it! “L-Lord! Oh! Fuck! A-Ahh! A-All Might! All Might!” Your walls were clamping down on his thick cock, Toshinori groaning below you.

“D-Damn, you are pulling me in, aren’t you?” He groaned out, watching your body beg for him, your breasts bouncing with each thrust he made, your eyes rolling at the back of your head - You could barely breathe since he did nothing but fuck the shit out of you, you didn’t have time for a break. But if he ever stopped for a second, you would just beg for him to continue, you would just die on the spot. “Sunshine…My Sunshine…!, Ah! Damn, you feel S-So fucking good! Ngh!” He watched his cock thrust into you, seeing how soaking wet you were, it was all over his cock and balls - it made it easier for him to slip inside. “heh, I bet you’ve come for me, maybe even twice?” He chuckled. “You want to come again? I’ll…Ng-Join you. Would you like that?”

You just kept moaning and crying for him, gasping for air, amazed that his speed increased. “Y-Y-Yeah! Y-You’re Ah splitting M-Me in two!” You shuttered out. “Y-You’re going to kill Me-Me while fucking me, out of M-My god damn M-M-Mind!” You cried, tears running down your face. Toshinori did nothing but laugh, stopped by a loud groan, feeling his balls tightening up. “Y-Yes! C-Come, Come In-Inside me! All Might! Ah!”

“As you wish, _____..!” He continued to pound into you until you were close to your climax. “H-Holy shit!” He roars, feeling you and himself at a climax. “_____! Ah, Sunshine!” He gave one hard slammed down, his cum shooting inside you like a gunshot. "Ngh!"

“AHH!” You screamed out your climax, your mind going blank. Oh fuck, oh god, his hot cum was filling you up - There was so much, it started leaking out of your pussy.

He bucked into you gently as his climaxed eased down, his cum spilling out more. “Ah…Hah…” He rested his head back as he panted heavily, sweat going down his tired body. The fog in his mind started to fade away, making him think more clearly. “_…____…Are you o-” He froze as he looked at you, seeing you limp, your eyes nothing but white. “_____? _____…!” He gently shook you, his skin going pale before spitting out blood as he changed back to his skinny form. “Oh god, I killed her with sex!!!”

“N…No….May…be…” You mumbled, your body falling on his, too tired and sore to move. “Th-that…”

“Oh no, oh no, I should have controlled myself..! I’m so, so sorry!” He held your body close, gently rubbing your back, feeling you shaking. “I wanted to make love to you…B-But my mind went blank and turned into a beast. Forgive me…I’m a terrible person…” He muttered, his sunken eyes looking over you.

You pulled away a bit to look over his worried face, before giving him a peck on the lips. “C-Can…Can we…Do that again?”

“Eh?”

~~~

Another working day in U. A High, you and Toshinori at your desks, but you twitched when you felt eyes staring at you. “N…Nemuri? You okay?” You asked as you looked over at her, seeing her intense eyes looking over your body and face.

“…You had sex, didn’t you?” She said simply, Toshinori choking on his hot tea as you blushed. “I can see it all over you; you’re practically glowing with sex!”

“Yo ho ho! Way to go, my man!” Yamada gave a bro bump on his shoulder, Toshinori just shaking at his desk, the tea still pouring out of his mouth.

“Finally…” Aizawa grunted out, his eyes on his paperwork.

“Oh yes, let’s celebrate after work!”

“W-What!? No, Nemuri!”

“Hell Yeaaah, Let’s do it, superstars!”

“W-W-Wait-Gha!”

“I’ll be in my sleeping bag.”

THE END!

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