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hum-suffer · 12 days

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Of course, you'll hurt me 2 (Rajneeti)

Vishlesh has always been a bootlicker of Prithvi, it's obvious, but honestly, it used to be a little bit more amusing to see him flip around to do whatever makes Prithvi happy. But when he says that he'll ensure people know who is working for their betterment and who is the source and points at himself and then Prithvi, Amrita has to hold in a snort.

He's not doing shit. Amrita has been the one in touch with his secretary, who does all the one. Liars, the bunch of them. She doesn't even know if Prithvi believes this bullshit.

He relays the plan that he made two days ago with Mamaji. The one about posters as well rallies in areas that they already have a hold on, to strengthen that hold.

Amrita swipes her tongue against her canines as Sharma walks inside the room, her saree falling off of her shoulder in an obviously deliberate manner.

Prithvi's eyes roam over her for a freezing movement and Amrit feels disgust curl in her stomach. She doesn't want to know the bedmates of the person she considers her brother.

Prithvi tells Sharma,"An important meeting is going on. Get in that room, I'll talk to you later."

They're going to do anything but talk. And if they do talk, it'll be Sharma trying to climb that political ladder by climbing on Prithvi.

(it's a vulgar sentence that Amrita never expected of herself and she promises to not think anything in regards to Sharma and Prithvi bhaiya again. Because, really, she doesn't mind that Sharma tries to seduce Prithvi into helping her career. She just minds that it's so very obvious and public. Tasteless.)

Amrita feels goosebumps on her arms and a heavy gaze on her. Abhinav, that guy from Chandrapuri, is staring at her collar bones peaking through her dress. She instantly regrets not pining her dupatta onto her shoulder and curses Samar for it— he's occupied her distracted mind way too much and now she's even forgetting her habits.

Prithvi clears his throat and the way his eyes bore into Abhinav tells Amrita that she's not the only one to have noted his wandering eyes. He adjourns the meeting, eyes trailing over the lot of them as they leave.

"Had it been any other day, I'd have removed him from the party altogether." Prithvi says, patting her head with his heavy hand. The weight is familiar, the sibling love between them had developed since Samar had left. Prithvi needed someone to banter and anchor him and who better than the childhood friend that he'd seen grow in front of his eyes?

But right now, he makes for a disappointing brother. Amrita smiles at him and nods anyway. "I understand, the elections are important."

He begins to walk towards the room that Sharma is in, and Amrita grabs a hold of the sleeve of his kurta. "Bhaiya. Just. You need to keep this thing private before it blows in your face. Please." She murmurs to him. One last try. One last try to steer him away from the PR disaster that Sharma will be.

He smiles at her reassuringly. "Trust me."

She nods and leaves before she has to hear any unnecessary sounds. (She adjusts her dupatta before walking out of the room.)

Harsh whispers to her. "Can I please slap that Sharma girl someday?"

"Wait your turn, I called dibs first." She sighs, plastering a smile on her face as she greets some other visitors.

Some of them are civilians who need attention. Amrita notes down their issues. The ones who need monetary necessities are directed to a written application. The ones complaining of authorities are reassured and she collects their information as well as information about the authorities.

Interestingly enough, the most complaints come from the areas under Veerendra Bhai.

She'll have to talk to Chandra uncle.

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Amrita first hands Prithvi a mouth freshener and sprays him with a men's deodrant she carries around for this specific part of the day.

"Don't even talk to me before an hour." She says, inching away from him.

Prithvi pops the mouth freshener in but rolls his eyes. "We didn't even—"

"I absolutely don't want to hear!" She yelps and he laughs at her. She wishes she could take everything as lightly as he's doing. "Now, it's already too late. We'll drop you off home, Harsh can get ready there, and then I'll directly meet you at the party. I still need to see some last minute decorations and also get ready."

Prithvi rolls his shoulders lazily. "Or, you could save your time and efforts and my petrol allowance, and get ready at home."

"No, thank you." Even without Samar's presence haunting her, she's Prithvi's assistant. It's inappropriate to hang out at his house, at least during work hours. "I'll see you at the party. Please, dress nicely."

Prithvi gives her a look. She returns it right back.

(Something flutters in her heart. Something is about to go wrong. Her fingers itch to wrap around something and break it.)

Amrita calls a cab for herself.

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The way Dev hugs her when she comes home is a sign that he must know Samar returned.

Her little brother, however emotionally understanding, never hugs her just for the sake of it. She's mostly raised him, yes, but he's also an adolescent who spends his time with boys of his age, who aren't taught affection like she taught him. Some of their habits are bound to bleed through.

"We can delay going to the party. Maybe we can say we had a lot of traffic." He says as he pulls away and in the famous tone of a TV character says,"Kisi ko pata nahi chalega, badi behen."

Amrita laughingly swats his shoulder. "You're getting too smart for your own good. I'm just here to pick you up and get my clothes. I'll change at the office, later. I've got a lot of work."

Dev rolls his eyes and sighs,"You're the personal assistant, not Prithvi bhaiya's servant. Why didn't you say no to this organising bullshit?"

"Because, my sweet innocent darling brother," with the way he scrunches up his nose, Amrita knows he's pretending to be irritated,"Everyone knows Prithvi bhaiya took the responsibility of organising this party. And everyone also knows that I must be heavily involved. It's a way of recognition. Moreover, they've done a lot of us in these past years. We can't overthrow that for some sleep."

"Ah, yes, here comes the free publicity for the Prataps." Her father says, entering the living room with a shake of his head, his luggage in his hands.

Amrita freezes for a moment. "You're already leaving? You just came back yesterday."

"Let him leave." Dev whispers to her, somehow already tired of the man.

Dad's eyes narrow at her. He barks,"What do you want me to do then? Start bootlicking for the Prataps like you and your mother?"

"I'd want you to be a decent father, first." She sneers at him. "Don't bring mom into this. You weren't even here when she died."

She died saving Dev from a building collapse, four years ago. The wound from her absence has healed over but the scar lingers. And her father scratches it back raw every time he comes home.

He raises his eyebrows at her mockingly. "And I won't stay here for your birthdays, either. I'll see you two at Diwali, if nothing else comes up. You're emancipated, Amrita. Go, be independent and take care of your brother."

Dev won't be a minor too long, yes. He's already started his college and Amrita doubts their father even knows which college. She herself filled out the form for Dev and listed herself as the emergency contact. The other contact remained empty. They didn't have anyone reliable enough.

Indu never picks up unknown numbers and neither does Bharti aunty. Prithvi bhaiya absolutely never picks up and she wouldn't impose on Harsh. Veerendra Bhai has always been out of the question, he can't be bothered with anything that doesn't directly relate to him. Their father has already all but washed his hands of them.

Never mind that. Amrita squares her shoulders and gestures for him to leave. She's fully capable of taking care of her brother.

After their father leaves, Amrita raises her eyebrows at Dev. "Are you about to come to the party in a Pokemon t-shirt?"

Dev gives her a stink eye and Amrita smiles at him. She presses a kiss to his brow. "You'd better be ready within ten minutes. Go."

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The decorations are good enough, she decides. Yes, there's a bit of Cris crossing over the flower lines but it's easily amenable.

Amrita changes into a white saree with black details. Quite basic but she doesn't want attention on her in the first place. After that thing with Abhinav, she's quite happy to go home and eat ice cream and sleep. Instead, she drapes the pallu of the saree over both of her shoulders and leaves her hair down, hiding as much skin as possible.

In the time that she was changing, Dev had been talking with Chandra uncle, it seems.

"Your brother continues to be extremely smart, Amrita," he says, a gentle tone to him. "You didn't tell me he had topped in his class."

Amrita looks at him in question. "I did tell you, uncle. It was in passing, so you don't remember it right now."

Uncle purses his lips and looks adorably shy before he waves his hand dismissively. "Be that as it may. Dev deserves a reward." And he pulls a chocolate out of his pocket and hands it to Dev.

Dev takes it happily and shows her his tongue, mocking her.

Uncle laughs, but is called by Veerendra Bhai to join Bhanu uncle and has to leave.

As soon as he's gone, Amrita forwards her hand to Dev. "Compromise ka hissa?"

"Dacoit." Dev mutters while giving her a side eye but easily breaks the chocolate in half and gives the bigger half to her. She smiles at the young man in front of her and feeds him the chocolate first.

They do a mock cheers with the chocolate and Amrita starts to lead him towards the main room of the office, where he can meet Bhanu uncle.

Only, Samar is already there with Bhanu uncle.

It's an automatic response. Seeing him, Amrita straightens up and squares her shoulders, constructing her face into a pleasant but fake expression that is built to only indulge. Seeing the way his lips turn down almost imperceptibly, he knows she put up a front just because of him.

Amrita touches Bhanu uncle's feet and Dev follows her lead. "Happy Birthday, uncle," they both say at the same time.

Bhanu uncle smiles at her. "Thank you, beta. How are you two? Wasn't your father just home, did he not come?"

Dragging her tongue across her canines briefly, Amrita answers. "Dad had some business to take care of, he left just a couple of hours ago. However, I do have a gift for you." She pulls out a plain box out of her purse, which holds a simple but elegant ink pen, that has his name carved in.

"You didn't have to do this, my child," he smiles at her, all courtesy. "But thank you so very much. I do hope both you and your brother enjoy the evening."

It's a dismissal if she's ever heard one and Amrita smiles emptily at him before taking a step back and pulling Dev with her. Samar lingers.

"Dev, right?" He asks, a shy sort of smile on his face,"You've grown so much since I last saw you."

"Yeah, five years does that." Dev says snidely with a smile. Amrita gives him a look.

Samar chuckles. "Let it be, Amrita. I missed his sarcasm. Which course are you opting for?"

As the boys engage in small talk, Amrita keeps an eye on their surroundings. Bhanu uncle is interrupted in his way by Indu's father. The two of them and Chandra uncle move towards another room after Indu finishes greeting him quickly.

Indu presses herself to Samar giddily. "Well, I'm interested in this party. Hi, Dev, how is your college going?"

"Not better than Amrita's mood, I promise you that." He answers her, that little shit.

Amrita ignores him and dramatically presses a hand to her heart as she talks to Indu. "Did you just ignore me, Indu?"

"Absolutely not, how can I ignore my partner in foul play?" Indu laughs. "I have so much gossip. You're gonna have a blast."

Samar looks between them in shock. "You two gossip?"

"Duh!" Indu answers Samar when it's obvious that Amrita won't. "It's the most fun time of my week."

Indu's father calls her name and she shakes her head. "He probably wants me to introduce myself to some big names. Ugh."

Amrita pats her shoulder patronizingly. "There, there. You'll survive it."

Indu gets a look on her face. Amrita knows that look, it spells trouble. Before she can get roped into anything else, Amrita takes a step back. "I'm not interested." She says slowly.

"Amrita, please!"

Amrita looks at Dev. "Find Bharti aunty and stick to her. I'll go and find where Prithvi bhaiya is." She looks back at Indu, ignoring Samar. "Absolutely not!"

Before anyone can say anything else, she turns and leaves, going upstairs. Amrita prays to all the gods that can hear her to please grant her one thing and make sure Sharma isn't anywhere close to Prithvi bhaiya, at least not now. It'll ruin his reputation horribly.

God, she hopes she can persuade him to distance himself from her sometime soon. If this goes on, election period will be hell upon Earth, at least for her. She cannot handle Sharma and her falling sarees for all of the upcoming months.

A hand closes around her wrist and Amrita almost falls over before she's pulled back to stand up straighter but nearer. She knows who it is, by the scent alone. It's the same thing she gifted him on every birthday for 7 years, as a joke.

She snaps her hand free.

"Will you, please, listen to me?" He asks softly, something pleading in his tone as he rounds her and comes to stand in front of her. Amrita turns away completely and he comes in front of her again.

Amrita purses her lips. "I tried to talk to you with civility. You ran over to Indu. I understood I wasn't required. What do I need to hear more?"

"I don't love her, not in that sense." He says, almost desperate. "She's wonderful but I'm not good enough for her. She deserves better."

Amrita nods. She won't contradict him on this. Indu has a pure heart. She deserves better.

"Please, Amrita. I know, I don't have any excuses, but will you please let me explain? Just once. And if you still despise me, I'll never force you to talk to me again." He takes a step forward and Amrita takes a step back, on instinct.

He looks so vulnerable. She can easily concile this grown man with the young man she knew, who always kept to his books and chess set. Who wouldn't talk unless being talked to. Who could spend years beside someone and they wouldn't know his name. The young man that Amrita used to have a crush on. The boy she trusted wholly.

Amrita takes a step back and this time, Samar takes one step forward. "Please, Amu."

Because Samar Pratap is the only one in the world to have ever been allowed to call her by a nickname. She's ruined relationships over that.

"Yeah, okay," she agrees softly. "But after your explanation, the ball is in my court. If I tell you to fuck off and never talk to me again, you'll continue what you've been doing these years." She can't help but add the taunt and when he winces at her words, she feels a perverse sense of satisfaction.

He brushes his fingers against her bangles. "Thank you."

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The panic that sets in her when Bhanu uncle has a heart attack is blinding.

She sends Dev home, and follows the rest of the family and Indu to the hospital. As they all spectate, Amrita brings them tea and coffee.

"You'll need to eat something," she says as she hands a cup of tea to Bharti aunty,"Bhanu uncle cares for his family the most and I'm sure none of you want his wrath on your head. Drink up."

Indu gives her a tired smile,"Thanks, Amrita. The coffee, yours?"

"No," she says. "I have to find out what the media is saying."

Samar picks up the coffee that was meant to be his and gives her a concerned look. She ignores him, takes the last cup of tea remaining and walks out to Harsh.

"We need to cover this up, and now. Where's Yash ji?" Yash is the former secretary for Bhanu uncle. He doesn't need one now, but Yash sometimes still guides Amrita if she asks for help.

Before he can say anything, Mamaji comes towards them. "Where's he?"

Amrita points him towards the viewing room. He nods and starts to rush off before he suddenly stops.

"Do what you do best. I want to know who said what about this. When, to whom, how and in which hour. Everything." He orders her and gives them both a nod before rushing off.

Amrita sighs to herself and downs the rest of the tea.

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partypoisonzz · 2 years

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drowning innocent wolves (gerard way x reader smut)

Kinktober 2022 Day 2: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Era: Bullets (2003)

Reader Pronouns: None mentioned but Reader has AFAB anatomy

Content:

- A/B/O

- Knotting

- Biting

Word Count: 3,729

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult, for adults. If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact.

As soon as you leave work, you drive to Gerard's house. Normally, you would stop by your place first, — change into some better clothes, maybe freshen up your hair and makeup a bit, grab some snacks for the two of you to share. Today, however, it seems like timeliness is a priority, and you don't particularly think that Gerard is going to care much about makeup or food.

He started texting you long before your shift ended. After several minutes of your phone going off in your pocket, you informed your boss that you were going out for a smoke break. Once you stepped into the cool autumn air, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and read your boyfriend's messages. Your heartrate picked up speed as your eyes scanned over the texts and you put together the pieces.

G: You get off at 3 today right???

G: Can you please come over after work?

G: Sorry... I'm just really needy :( It's driving me crazy

Though you hadn't honestly come outside to smoke a cigarette, you were beginning to think you might need one. Of course, Gerard did get in needy moods sometimes, but not text three times, hours before you leave work needy.

You took the time to think about it. You had been dating for just under a year. In the time you had been together, he hadn't gone into rut. It was a totally logical conclusion, but the thought still made your head spin.

Knowing that you wouldn't be able to focus on work for the rest of the day without an answer, you decided to bite the bullet and call him.

He picked up on the first ring. As soon as you heard his voice, you figured you had your answer. "Hello?" Benign as the greeting was, you could hear something that sounded like a whine cutting through the word.

Fuck.

"Hey, sweet thing," you said. "I saw your texts. You alright?" You didn't exactly want to openly ask him if he had gone into rut in the parking lot of your workplace, but you imagined that he got the general idea.

"I'm, um..." Another whimper. You leaned back against the building, taking in a deep breath. Getting wet just from the sound of his voice wasn't exactly part of your plan, either.

"I'm in... a bit of a situation," he managed. "My, uh... My rut started yesterday. I think I need... I need you to come over after work. Please. I need you so bad..."

"I'll be there as soon as my shift ends." You found yourself sitting on the curb at this point. When the fuck did you even sit down? You squeezed your legs lightly together in a futile attempt to take a bit of the edge off. "I'll take good care of you when I get there. Just wait on me."

"Yeah. Okay." The trembling accompanying those words made you wonder what sort of state he would be in by the time you finally showed up.

Knowing you would be expected back inside in a few minutes and you couldn't exactly walk in blushing bright red, you opted to cut the call short. "Alright. See you then," you said. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

With a shaking hand, you pressed the end call button. You tucked your phone back into your pocket, standing up on unsteady legs.

Throughout your shift, you considered what might await you this afternoon with a lump in your throat. You had wondered about how this whole rut thing would work since the two of you first started dating. You didn't exactly have anyone you could ask for various reasons.

For one thing, you were a beta. You were essentially average in all ways, — human. Sure, maybe you got a little extra horny around certain times of the month, but that was standard hormonal stuff. You definitely weren't bedridden for days at the time in a self-built nest, — which, if you had to guess, was exactly the position Gerard was currently in.

For another thing, Gerard was not a standard alpha. Sure, he told you all about the rut and the knot and such, but aside from that, he didn't quite fit the profile. He was so... submissive, for lack of a better term. Most every time the two of you had sex, you were the one in control. He would do anything you asked him to, but there was a hint of something else, buried underneath the surface. When his eyes locked with yours, there was a sort of spark that you hadn't seen with your previous partners. Something that burned like a flame in the night.

There was an unspoken mutual feeling of belonging between the two of you already. You could only imagine what it would be like after today.

When three o'clock rolled around, you rushed to collect your things and clock out.

You drive to the house in silence. When you get there, you take the time to halfway collect yourself, — fingercombing your hair, spreading some gloss over your lips, — before stepping out of the car and heading for the door, already readying your key.

Nobody else is home, thankfully. In fact, the entire upper level of the house appears to be empty.

That only leaves the basement.

Your footsteps echo as you walk down the stairs. "Gerard?" you call out. "I made it! Where are..."

"Oh, thank God." As soon as you step off of the final stair, Gerard is in front of you, pulling you into his chest. You let out a surprised shriek at the way he squeezes your waist.

You feel him pressing against your thigh, and you know.

"Well, hello to you, too." You manage to untangle yourself from him for a moment, taking in the sight of him in the dim light of the basement. Though you know it's far from the most pressing matter here, you have to ask... "Is that my sweatshirt?"

Gerard gives you a sheepish look. "Well, it was mine originally," he argues. "I wore it, like, twice before you took it. It smelled like you, and you left it in my car, so..."

You roll your eyes, giving him a playful grin. "Doesn't matter much, anyway." You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You look so cute in it, I figured I'd ask..."

You don't expect the gentle kiss to turn into an intense collision of tongue and teeth. You gasp as Gerard's teeth sink into your bottom lip, just enough to scrape, before he pulls away.

"Please," he says, voice dripping with desperation. "I need you so fucking bad. I've gotten myself off five times since this morning. Nothing helps. I'm fucking miserable."

"Okay, okay." You regard him with a look of sympathy, though you would be lying if you said that his desperate state doesn't turn you on.

Though you know that it won't make it any better, you can't help but dip your head into the hollow between his neck and shoulder, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against the feverish skin there. He makes a high-pitched noise, gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises.

You pull back with a smug grin. You press a gentle kiss against his cheek before leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Why don't you go lay on the bed for me?" you ask. "Let me see what I can do for you."

He gives you a jerky nod before obliging you.

You push the blankets to the side, taking a seat next to him on the bed. As soon as your hand gently comes to rest on his chest, he gasps, squirming under your touch.

You're unable to bite back your grin. "That sensitive, huh?"

"Shut up," he groans. "It feels like... Like my fucking blood is on fire..."

"Poor baby." Your hand travels down until you reach the waistband of his sweatpants. You yank them down quickly before running your hand across the visible outline of his cock in his boxers. He whimpers at your touch, rolling his hips into your palm. You pull away, frowning.

"All pent up," you say. "And you can't get any relief, no matter what. Must be awful..."

"Yeah, and you're making it worse," he snaps. "I thought you were coming over to help me."

You raise your eyebrows at him. He never lashes out at you like this. He's usually so gentle and sweet, so soft-spoken. Try as you might, you don't generally get under his skin this easily.

Then again, you're beginning to think that this version of Gerard is a completely different version than you usually have around.

You decide to test your limits a little more. Just to see.

"Temper," you chide him. "What happened to your patience?"

He laughs humorlessly. "What happened to my patience?" he echoes. "Let's see. I came down with a random fever the other day that just kept getting worse. Next thing I know, I'm hornier than I've ever been. It's never been this bad before. It's been happening forever, but I..." He trails off. Suddenly, all the color drains from his face.

"Holy shit," he murmurs.

Noting the shocked look on his face, you place one of your hands atop of his. "Gerard? What is it?"

"I think... Jesus Christ..." He sighs, reaching a shaky hand up to rake through his disheveled dark hair before meeting your eyes.

"I think it's because this is the first time it's happened since we've been together," he says.

You blink at him. You know there has to be some sort of connection to this information, but, for whatever reason, it doesn't compute. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Though you expect him to get agitated again, Gerard remains calm. He reaches out and threads his fingers through yours. "Because you and I could be a mated pair," he says. "That's why it's so intense. Basically, my body's telling me to..."

You smile at him, squeezing his hand. "Claim me?"

He freezes, just staring at you for a moment. Finally, he shrugs. "Yeah. I guess." His pallor disappears, only to be replaced by a bright shade of scarlet. "I mean, that sounds so... Possessive and creepy. You know I'm not like that. Only if you're alright with..."

You laugh. "Gee, baby. It's okay." Your thumb brushes lightly over his as you continue to speak to him. "The thought of it doesn't freak me out or anything. In fact, I think it sounds... Kinda romantic, in a weird way."

He sighs, turning several shades redder. "It isn't. Like, at all," he says. "Since I'm in rut, I'll definitely end up knotting you this time. And, if we actually do this whole... mating thing, I'll have to bite you."

He looks at you as if he expects you to be horrified. You just laugh. "Kinky."

He shakes his head. "You don't understand. If I bite you, that means you're marked, which means you're tied to me for pretty much forever. It's like a fucking... Biological marriage."

You chuckle. "Well, that does sound sort of creepy, but only because you put it that way." You squeeze his hand again. "In all honesty, Gee, I think I understand all of it. And it doesn't scare me at all."

He looks at you with wide, dubious eyes. "Seriously?"

You shrug. "I mean, yeah. I love you. I was kinda hoping we'd be a 'forever' thing, anyway. If you want to knot me, bite me, whatever, I say go for it."

"You're sure?"

"I don't think I've ever been so sure of anything."

The next thing you know, his lips are on yours again, hands cupping your face. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. "Thank you," he murmurs. "God, I love you so much."

You giggle, stroking the side of his face gently. "Same to you, babe." You give him another quick peck before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "Now, make me yours."

You don't expect these words to have much of an effect on him. Yet, he fucking growls in your ear before reaching for the zipper on your jeans.

Before you can really make sense of it, your clothes have been tossed aside. Gerard is still wearing your sweatshirt, but he really doesn't seem to give a damn. He's too focused on attacking your neck, sucking and nipping playfully but never sinking his teeth in. You figure that will come later.

Slowly, his mouth travels down your body until he's kneeling at the foot of the bed. Realizing what he's doing, you prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at him. "You don't have to," you say. "I mean... I know it would be easier for you if you went ahead and..."

"I'm not fucking selfish," Gerard grumbles, pinning your hips against the bed. He gives your inner thigh a teasing nip. The gasp this elicits from you causes him to flash you a self-satisfied grin. "Are you really about to turn down getting eaten out, sugar? God knows, it would be the first time..."

Holy shit. He really wants to do this. "No," you say quickly. "No. By all means, go ahead."

So he does. You throw your head back as soon as his tongue flattens against your pussy, licking a long stripe all the way up to your clit. "Fuck, Gerard."

He simply hums against you before focusing his undivided attention on using his tongue to its fullest potential. He's always been good at eating you out, but this... This is on a different level entirely.

He is quick, fevered. All you can do is tangle your fingers in his hair and pull, desperately crying out his name every now and again.

You don't think that anyone has ever made you feel so good, so fast. He falls into a quick, effortless rhythm. Before long, a sudden rush of heat washes over you.

"Gee," you whimper. "I'm gonna..."

As soon as he casts those hazel eyes up to look at you, it's over.

You come with a shrill cry. He holds you down despite your trembling, pushing your body into the mattress until you finally relax.

Panting, you throw an arm over your eyes and go limp. "That was fucking amazing, holy shit..."

Gerard gives a little chuckle of satisfaction, nuzzling your thigh.

Once your breathing calms down, you uncover your eyes. "C'mere," you tell him.

He climbs back onto the bed without argument. As soon as he's within arm's distance, you pull him in for another kiss. This one is even more blistering in its heat. The taste of you lingers on his tongue, intoxicating.

Just when you're beginning to wonder if either of you will ever come up for air, he pulls away, panting. "Can... Can I?" he asks.

You smile, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Do it."

He presses his lips against yours again and pushes inside of you. You immediately gasp at the stretch. He's always been big, but this feels different somehow.

"Oh, fuck, yes."

You look up, only to see Gerard's face formed into what you can only describe as an expression of pure ecstasy. His eyes are closed, his mouth hanging open. His hands grip the edges of the headboard behind you.

Though you can only imagine how good it feels to finally be this close to relief after an entire torturous day of desperation, he still opens his eyes again. He looks down at you with a look of genuine concern. "You alright, sugar?" he asks, voice strained.

"I'm good," you assure him. "You... You can move."

If you were overwhelmed by the feeling of him before, your head spins even more when he begins rolling his hips into you, setting a slow, tentative rhythm.

Your eyes fall shut as your arms tighten around him. You don't know how to describe the feeling that is currently washing over you, — don't know if the words for it even exist. You just know that it's different than how it usually feels when he fucks you.

Maybe it's the way that he moves against you with a natural, single-minded focus, as if this was what he was made to do. Hell, maybe it was. You've seen more alpha in him in the past half hour than you have... Well, ever.

He's making you his. Everyone will be able to see it. Hell, they'll be able to smell it on you. The mere thought of that sends another rush of heat coursing through your body. You're beginning to understand what Gerard meant earlier when he said he felt like his blood was on fire.

In the moment, everything feels so... right. You know that this isn't the way that this normally goes, — that you aren't one of the omegas that he's supposed to be drawn to, that you don't go into heat, that your scent isn't the strong, pheromone-laden smell that's genetically designed to drive alphas wild, — but none of that matters.

What matters is that he wants you, now and forever.

Without a shadow of a doubt, you return the sentiment.

There's the obvious physical element of it, too. It almost feels like he's growing inside of you. He hits all the right places with every single thrust, forcing breathy whimpers up from your throat. You want to dig your nails into his back, hold him in place, make him yours, too, but that dumb sweatshirt is getting in the way. You grip handfuls of fabric instead.

His name breaks up from your throat in a series of desperate cries, as if it's all you know how to say. Fitting, considering that you feel as though he is flooding every aspect of your existence. "Gerard..."

He makes that low growling sound again, sending your head spinning. The dizziness intensifies as he speeds up. Nearly every sharp thrust is punctuated by a low groan as his pace builds towards a crescendo and you draw closer to your climax.

"Gerard." You wrap your arms around him tighter, burying your face in the feverish skin of his neck. He manages to drive into you with even more ferocity.

That's when you feel it, unmistakable. The knot, swelling as he gets closer to his release.

You feel so full, every bit of him overwhelming your senses. It's all so much, — almost too much. You can't hold back any longer.

"Gerard... Fuck, I'm gonna fucking come..."

He doesn't say a word as he slams into you with a force you didn't know he could even possess, sending you over the edge.

You can't help it. You fucking scream as you unravel beneath him.

He lets out a loud groan, stilling inside of you. He's deeper in you now than you think he's ever been. The knot pushes against your spasming walls, filling you with the most divine pressure.

The sound that Gerard makes as he releases inside of you can only be described as something akin to a roar. His head falls against your shoulder, and then...

Pain. Searing pain to match the molten pleasure that is currently melting your insides. His teeth are buried in your neck as he fills you up with pump after pump of come.

You close your eyes, letting your scream die down into a pathetic whine. Not long afterwards, Gerard collapses on top of you, utterly spent.

You know that this is the point where it would all usually come to an end. Yet, it doesn't.

Gerard is still buried deep inside of you. The two of you are effectively locked together by the knot.

Under any other circumstances, you might find this scary, — or at least really fucking weird. Right now, though, you don't particularly mind.

You sigh as you feel his tongue running across your neck, lapping up blood from your bite wound.

He pulls away and stares down at you.

There's a faint smear of red beneath his mouth. His eyes look different, pupils blown wide. He's still breathing heavily.

Truth be told, he looks sort of terrifying right now, a far cry from the shy singer who you met at a basement show last year.

Nonetheless, when he reaches up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, you lean into his touch.

"You're good, right?" he asks, voice dripping with concern. "I didn't hurt you, did I? Christ, sugar, I didn't mean to be so rough..."

"Gerard. Stop," you manage to speak. "It was good."

He blinks. "Good?"

You chuckle. "Well, fucking amazing is more like it." You kiss him lazily before pulling away with a contented sigh. "I can't believe you kept that stupid fucking sweatshirt on the whole time. Kinda rude, considering you marked me for life and you couldn't even be bothered to get completely naked..."

"Wasn't really my top priority," he says. "As long as I took all of your clothes off, I was all good."

You laugh. "If you say so," you say. "I just think your new mate deserves a little more respect..."

"Yeah, yeah."

The silence settles comfortably between the two of you, the room filling with the sound of your slowly-steadying breathing. Gerard traces gentle patterns against the skin of your shoulder, just like always. You could almost forget the monumental moment that just occurred if it wasn't for the stinging wound on your neck and the fact that you're literally stuck together.

You break the silence. "Kinda late for me to ask this, but exactly how long do knots usually last?"

Gerard gives a noncommittal hum, still tracing hearts against your skin. "Usually about thirty minutes."

You groan. "Jesus Christ. You better be hoping that nobody comes home."

"Trust me, sugar. I am." He pulls his hand away before pressing his lips to your shoulder.

"I love you."

He's said it a million times before. You're sure that this time is the most sincere one yet.

"Love you, too," you reply easily.

You can feel him smiling against your skin as his arms loop around your waist. "You're stuck with me."

You laugh. "Yeah. For the next twenty-five minutes and the rest of my life."

As much as you plan on giving him hell for it, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Hiii, first-time anon here!! I just found BK at chapter 30 and I have no clue why I haven't found it sooner skfjsk Don't know what I was doing without this work of art in my life, don't wanna go back~

I LOVE LOVE LOVE your writing so much!!! The story's flow, the little interactions between MC and Ajax and literally everything else is so well-thought-out <3 Your wording is so very pretty as well, it really made me feel like a princess, and brought MC to life perfectly :)

I read E V E R Y T H I N G from the beginning to chapter 30 in one sitting (took nearly 2 hours if you were wondering, I wish academic reading was this easy ;-;). It's funny how I got to around chapter 18, I thought that was bad. Like, really bad. I then found out the pain only intensifies, but it's so good!!! I only cried a few times, got jumpscared with chapter 31, cried some more, and now I'm here :D

The character arcs for MC and Ajax are so beautiful too!! It's absolutely seamless, and it's really amazing to see them slowly grow familiar to and fall in love with each other more n more <3 What they did what really understandable, but that does not excuse a certain someone from being an ass >:( I love our Princess so much, Ajax definitely doesn't deserve her and everything she did for him, especially after that trick he pulled in chapter 30 and the whole Lumine drama </3 I would say she needs to give him a hard time before forgiving him, but ah.

And there are so many questions left. What will our family and friends from Liyue do? Maybe this explains MC's past vision of Zhongli with the unknown woman? I thought that meant he'd move on from MC eventually but I absolutely did NOT expected this :( There's also vision of Ajax under the tree... It'd be so heartbreaking if MC first thought he was scheming to hurt her and her people, when he's just really praying to have her back. I think he never learnt about Duke Maxim too. If he can't even do that right for our Princess I'll be so mad xD

Thank you so much for writing this beautiful piece <3 It's easily one of my favourite works EVER and I'm sure it'll stay there forever! I can't wait to see the next chapters and your new work, I'm sure they'll be just as wonderful if not more than what you've written (BK will always be special though <3)

Looking back I really had a lot of thoughts about BK xD Hope you didn't mind the wall of text :) Have a lovely day and don't forget to take care of yourself! <3

I'm off to reread BK ehehe

HELLO!!! WELCOME WELCOME! and thank u for joining the anon club ehehehehe!!

AWHHWHWHWHWH YOU’RE TOO SWEET THANK U SO MUCH THAT MADE MY DAY. i can’t wait to share more angst chapters!!! so please stay with me until we reach the end of BK!<3 LOVE YAAA! have a great day sweetie!

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bestruction · 3 years

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Falling in love with a marleyan pt1

N/a: this request got me thinking a lot 😅 i guess that's why is so long and because of that, i'll be making a pt2 for Eren. I'm sorry for it, anon and thank you for sharing such great ideia with me💞 please let me know if you like it

(I inspired myself a little bit in this hc)

You can read the pt.2 here

- Reiner Braun

Since you were the daughter of an important general of the Marley army, you were always around in the headquarters learning about the military service. It was your dad's wish that you could bring honor to the family and for the country.

You never understood really well the importance of all that. You were just a kid.

So when he got busy, you preferred to walk around looking for something interesting instead of listening to hours of a conversation you didn't even understand.

And that's how you met Reiner.

One day, after picking up some book about the history of Marley and Eldia, you went to the patio to sit under the shade of a tree to read. Not long after, other children appeared, running and tired, and since you were behind the tree, none of them had noticed you until then.

“Take a breath and try to reach us later, Reiner. The commander will not like it if you don't finish the training ” said an older voice.

You heard footsteps drift away, and only the owner of the painting breath stays.

You were curious to know who it was since you had never seen children in the area. You came out from behind the tree with the tissue you carried in your pocket in hand to offer to the sweaty stranger.

He was astonished at first, and you noticed the golden armband on his arm.

He was an eldian warrior candidate.

Reiner stared at you for a few more seconds before accepting the tissue. He was afraid to offend whoever you were. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and bit his lips, not knowing whether to keep the delicate tissue or give it back.

The tissue dirty with the sweat of an eldian, but still the tissue of a Marley citizen.

"You can keep it if you want"

"thank you," He said almost in a whisper. "But don't you prefer that I take it to wash and then bring it back to you?"

"You don't need to bring it back, but if you want to, I'll be here waiting for you tomorrow"

Reiner ran again without looking back. He did not know how to act after that and when he returned home, he washed the white tissue hidden from his mother to return it to you the next day. He did not expect to see you, so when you came out smiling from behind the tree like the day before, he was more than surprised.

“You brought it! Thanks"

"Thanks…?"

You told him your name and noticed his eyes widen when he heard your last name. It was hard not to know who your father was in the army. So you didn't find it strange and asked the boy's name.

“Reiner. Rainer Braun ”

You smiled again, which made you wonder what was so funny.

"I'm sorry. It's just that it is a name that suits you so much that it is funny. It means warrior. That's what you are ”

You responded by pointing at his armband.

Reiner blushed more than he wanted to admit. Never had a girl said anything like that to him, let alone a marleyan girl.

"It's a pity that we can't talk for more than a few minutes, Reiner. I was never able to talk to an eldian so closely ”

He nodded with his head, still trying to ignore the blush on his cheeks, but it was unsuccessful since you then proposed the last thing that would go through his head.

Your father was indeed a general, but he did not see the eldians as inferior beings. That had been the reason he had entered the military career, had the slightest chance of being able to change that view, that was the honor he wanted you to bring. So he taught you the same thing.

To talk to someone like Reiner was not repulsive, but something that you longed to be able to learn more about the eldians in a narrative that was not what you saw at school.

That's why you proposed that you exchange letters. Secrets so as not to cause any kind of problem for him. He would leave his letter in the hollow trunk of the tree, and you would do the same when you couldn't meet in those brief seconds of his training.

He accepted more for fear of you than willingly, but as you talked about each other's daily lives, about the details you observed in each other, and the disguised looks when you passed by the quarter, this fear gave way to a sincere friendship.

And without either of you realizing in something else.

When he was chosen to inherit the armored titan, you cried for hours in your room in secret, hugging the box where you hid all the letters exchanged for knowing what that meant.

And then he realized that you had fallen in love with the eldian of the letters.

It all happened very fast. You didn't have time to go to the quarter to see if he had left something on the tree and then read in the paper about the group of warriors sent to the demon island.

You never forget about him.

The years passed, and when Reiner returned, you had just taken a patent for being useful in strategy in other wars and thanks to your family's name.

He didn't expect you to remember him, and after everything that happened, he couldn't even think about it much.

But that thought changed when you whispered to him as you passed down the hall without anyone noticing:

"Look in the tree"

Like when you were kids, you had left a letter in the tree, and for some reason that he didn't know how to explain, it brought a certain comfort to his heart.

In the letter, you said how much you missed him. You had written for the old days since you two could talk without bringing any problem to him because you were in the army too. You asked him to meet you in the most deserted building in the area to talk better.

Reiner went to the place, and after seeing you up close for a longer time, he was sure that time had made you a beautiful woman. You talked for a few hours, and it was as if the two of you had gone back to being a child without the traumas he suffered in Paradis and the ones you got on the battlefield.

Once again, time passed, with you two talking cautiously as a precaution, exchanging a note here and there, meeting when you could.

You were the one who gave Reiner the strength to continue.

• It didn't take long for the childhood crush to become love, and the more you two tried to ignore it, the more evident it became until one day on impulse, in one of the many meetings in that building you kissed him.

And he reciprocated.

Your relationship was not easy. It would be a scandal if anyone knew. That's why you rented an apartment farther from the city to meet with more privacy without anyone knowing.

It was not easy, but you loved each other.

Reiner was your first love and your first time, and even with all the disadvantages, you would never choose someone else for that.

And now you're pregnant.

You haven't been feeling very well in the past few months, but you didn't worry too much because you thought it was just a war result, thanks to the stress that started after Paradis. Now, as a commander, you had more work than ever.

But after throwing up your favorite food, you decided to go to a doctor.

The doctor wanted to share the good news with your father, but no one knew about you and Reiner, nor should he. So you just made up an excuse like:

“I want to tell myself. Please keep it confidential ”

And went home.

Part of you is happy, and the other is unable to stop “what if?”

What if someone finds out who the baby's father is?

What if Reiner doesn't react well to the news?

Raising a baby is already a difficult task, creating a baby that should not exist in the eyes of everyone ...

You didn't know what to do.

You needed to speak to Reiner as soon as possible.

With the end of the war and Marley's victory, you met in the apartment you had rented some time ago.

You waited for him to lie down next to you on the bed, and while caressing your face, you said:

"I’m pregnant"

Reiner sat on the bed and ran a hand through his hair. He was serious, he didn't need to ask if you were kidding.

"How long?"

"Two mouths"

He got up and paced the room before looking back at you.

"What are you going to do?"

"So now is just me, hm?"

“That’s not what I mean, baby” He snorts heavily “I just don’t know what to say”

“Maybe a‘ I’m here with you' it'd be enough, Reiner”

"You know I’m"

"Do i?"

Reiner saw you cry a few times, but the image of you sitting on the bed where you shared so many moments with your eyes full of tears will always be the hardest to forget in his mind.

He comes to you, and without saying anything, he cries with you until both are calmer.

Leaving the subject for later was not the smartest decision to make, but for now, it was what you both needed. So you decided to talk after Willy Tybur's speech that was going to happen that night.

That night, you expected to end up in Reiner's arms and not having to run to save yourself, Falco, and Gabi.

And even less shouting his name in a random window to wake him up.

It was your voice that woke him up to fight. It was your voice that made him overcome the desire to die. It was your voice that gave him hope to move forward, and for your voice, for you, he would find a way to work things out.

You stayed by his bedside every day while he was in the infirmary, which generated a lot of rumors about your compassion for the eldian.

When Reiner woke up plagued by yet another of many nightmares, he thought he started to dream when he saw your warm smile.

On an impulse, you hugged him tightly, leaving Pieck and Pig shocked across the room.

“I knew it. I knew you’d be fine ”You said without let him go.

“I'm here for you, baby” He answered, hugging you back. "For you two"

"How did you get the commander pregnant ?!" You heard Porco's voice.

“Pock, I thought you already knew how these things work at that age” teased Pieck.

“Don’t act like you’re not thinking the same!”

“Let’s go outside, and I’m going to explain to you how mama and papa Galliard made you” She teased again by pulling him out of the infirmary and winking at you.

She knew. Of course, she knew. Nothing escaped Pieck's perception.

You told your parents about the pregnancy, afraid to tell you who the baby's father was. They understood the situation and helped you both throughout your pregnancy.

Reiner always showed up at your house around dawn to make sure no one saw him. He always wanted to know how you were doing and compensate you in some way for not being able to go out and see you as a partner would do.

Many rumors arose about who your baby's father would be, but you tried not to care since it was all rumors after all.

When you went into labor, it was a mess. The initial plan was that he would not come to your house so as not arouse suspicion. Pieck and Porco tried to convince him not to go, but he ran up to your house and entered the back. He couldn't stop thinking about your face. He couldn't leave you alone in a moment like this.

And honestly, you were more than relieved when you saw the blonde enter your room, hold your hand, and repeat the same words from the day of the infirmary:

“I’m here for you, for you two”

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader

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Part 2

The next morning, after finding somewhere to grab some breakfast, Escorpión Morado not being open until later, you had explored some more of the city. You managed to cross off a few other places on Wanda's list.

There was a really pretty park in the middle of a residential area that you took a walk through. It looked so different from the rest of the city, it was nice.

There was something so homey in this city. Bakeries where the smell of warm pastry dragged through the doors, families walking and laughing in the streets. When you returned to the square, there were stalls set up, and many of the shops around were open. You decided to browse and see, maybe you could find a souvenir.

There were all kinds of trinkets and gadgets on the stalls. You spent most of the time just admiring them.

One stall, rather close to Escorpión Morado, had lots of small trinkets on necklaces. You stood over it and admired them, one in particular catching your eye. You pick it up and admire it.

It's a coin. An old coin. You turn it over in your hand, running your thumb across it.

"It's an old Sokovian coin."

You turn at the sound of the voice, smiling when you saw it was Helmut. He was smiling handsomely at you, you hoped it wasn't showing on your face that you were thinking that.

"It's quite pretty," you say, looking back at the coin.

Helmut hands the stall owner some money, you want to ask what's he's doing, but it's quite obvious as to what he was doing. He turns to you and takes the necklaces from your hand.

"Turn around."

You do as he says. Helmut puts the necklace on for you. You look down at the coin hanging over your chest.

"There you go."

"You didn't have to do that," you say, looking back up at him. He shrugs and looks at you, seemingly quite smug that he had spent money on a stranger.

"You said it was pretty."

"It is, but that wasn't code for 'buy it for me.'"

He chuckles.

"Would you like some coffee?" He asks, completely ignoring your statement.

"Uh, sure."

He gestures to the open doors of his restaurant. You thank the stall owner and walk with Zemo into Escorpión Morado. He leads you over to a table and then leaves your side to go behind the bar.

You get comfortable and watch as he makes some coffee for you both. It's quiet right now, so you assumed he didn't mind doing this.

Zemo returns. He places a cup in front of you and sits down opposite you. He smiles and looks at you intently. You narrow your gaze at him, but understand he's waiting for you to try the coffee. You pick up the cup, blown it lightly, it was freshly made after all, and take a sip.

You smile at him.

"Well?" He asks, grinning.

"That's good."

"Just good?"

"Amazing. The food, the coffee, the atmosphere, everything here is so good," you chuckle.

Zemo looks pleased with your answer.

"I'm glad to hear that. I do my best to impress," he winks at you. You glance down, feeling rather shy, and sip your coffee again.

You have no idea why he made you feel like a teenager with a crush. This man you hardly knew and have only known two days has all the power to make you feel shy.

Wanda was only teasing you yesterday, right? Of course she was.

Helmut placed his arms on the edge of the table and leaned forward a little bit. You were fighting to not look at his arms which were on view again, trying not let how strong they looked get to you.

"How is my country treating you?" He asks, sounding genuinely curious. Though you supposed he was used to speaking like that. He seems like someone who has ease getting along with others. He must meet so many different people every day.

"Sokovia is wonderful. I'll be sad to leave it when I go."

"When do you leave?"

"I'm only booked in for two more nights, then I'll be on my way to see more of Europe."

"What a shame that your stay is so short," he says, rather solemnly.

"My intentions are to travel as much as Europe as I can. Though I will be returning home soon. I'm here for my friend."

"Ah yes, you did say as much."

You drink what's left of your coffee, missing it already. Everything this man makes leaves you wanting more.

"Would you like another?"

You look at your cup.

"Maybe just one more," you say shyly, biting your lip. It was as if he was able read your mind. He chuckled and took your cup, going to make you both another cup.

Since it was so quiet in here right now, you hoped me wouldn't mind you speaking up to chat with him. Normally you would be so anxious to do that.

"I hope I'm not being too much trouble for you. It's quiet now, but I'd hate to be keeping you from your work."

He smiled over at you.

"No trouble. I am always happy to have at least one person in here. Though with the market in town, I am sure to be busy later."

"I'll be sure to be out of your hair by then," you say, smiling.

"No need to rush off," he comes back, two freshly made coffees in his hand. He puts one down in front of you, just like before, and then sits down across from you again.

"I could spend all day in here," you tell him, unable to admit that to him while looking him in the eye.

"You are welcome to," he sips his coffee.

You watch him for just a moment.

"I'll only get in your way."

"Nonsense, you?"

"Yes, of course I will. Sitting here, taking up a table. You expect to be busy, don't you?"

"I do, but you can sit up at the bar."

"You sound like you want me to stay," you laugh softly.

"Is that so bad?" He asks, eyebrow raised and grin on his face.

"Isn't it weird? We met yesterday. Are you like this with everyone you meet?" You narrow your eyes at him.

"I told you yesterday, only with the interesting ones." He finishes his coffee and sits back in the chair, hands resting on his knees as he looks at you.

"Flatter me all you like, it's not working," you say, drinking the last of your coffee and standing up.

"You'll be back."

"We shall see," you grab your things, leave some money on the table, and make your leave.

He watches you go.

Sam comes out from around the back, adjusting his sleeves. He sees Zemo staring at the open door, two empty cups on the table in front of him.

"Missing them already?"

Zemo turns his head and looks at Sam, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he rises from the chair, tucks it back under the table, and grabs the two cups.

"Mind your own business Sam, we have things to do today."

Sam would resist mentioning that despite that statement being true, Helmut had literally just sat down with you chat and drink coffee.

Zemo took the cups into the back to clean.

You walked across the square and decided to head back to your hotel room for a bit.

Wanting to prove the handsome chef wrong, you didn't go back to the restaurant the next day, and almost didn't go the day after, but changed your mind. Your flight was in a few hours, you would be leaving Sokovia behind.

You had taken many photos for Wanda. She would be pleased with seeing her country again.

Now it was your final day and the least you could do was say bye to him. He had been so friendly to you.

You enter the restaurant. It's busier today. The staff are working hard to see to everyone. You don't see Helmut out front, he must be in the back.

This wasn't really a huge deal anyway. You grab a a piece of paper from a notebook you keep on you, and scribble out a note. Nothing too long, just a little thank you. A man comes over, asking if he can get you something.

You smile at him. He's tall, dark hair, blue eyes. Does everyone who works here look this good?

"I'm good actually, could you give this to the owner for me?" You hand over the folded note, Helmut's name written neatly on it. The man takes it from you and nods, putting it in his pocket for now. You thank him and leave.

You felt a little sad you didn't to see him, but he was busy. It wouldn't matter anyway. He would soon forget you, and you would probably forget about him in time.

Your flight leaves on time and you're on your way to complete the last of your trip.

Zemo is sweating when he exits the kitchen, wiping at his brow with a towel. He steps out back for a bit of fresh air. The cool breeze is a welcome feeling as he takes a deep breath. It has been non stop today.

You hadn't come in the last couple of days. He had noticed. Helmut had been keeping an eye on who was coming and going just in case you came back. He wanted to talk to you some more. He hadn't realised just how many days it had been.

Bucky pushed open the door and looked around, upon seeing Zemo standing there, he approached him, letter in hand.

"This was left for you."

Helmut looks up and narrows his gaze on the letter. He takes it from Bucky and opens it, looking at the rather rushed handwriting. He could tell this was written last minute.

Dear handsome restaurant owner,

How sad I am that I missed you, but you were working away so hard in your kitchen. I must say it was thrilling to see your restaurant so full of people.

I return home today. I was hoping to see you once more before my flights, but alas, it was not meant to be.

Thank you for making me feel so welcome in your country and for sharing your wonderful food. I will tell all my friends about it.

I don't know if or when I'll be back, but I hope that if i find myself in Sokovia again, I'll be finding myself at your restaurant.

See you, maybe.

Y/N

He smiled at your letter. You had been here and he missed you because he was busy cooking. He almost hated how that worked out. He folds your letter and tucks into his pocket. Bucky doesn't ask about it as he goes back inside.

Helmut chuckles to himself.

He can only hope fate brings you back his way. His new favourite customer.

Wanda was at the airport to pick you up after your European trip came to an end. She hugged you tightly as you got closer to where she was waiting. She was smiling. Wanda had missed you.

"You have to tell me all about it!" She insisted.

"Where do I even begin?" You chuckle, looping your arm with hers as you walked to the car.

"Sokovia, obviously." Wanda takes your bag and puts it into the car. You climb in and wait for her to start driving before speaking.

"I went to several countries before I got there," you chuckle.

"But Sokovia is the most important. I want to hear about that man you met," she smiles, eyeing you from the drivers seat.

"What about him?"

"Exactly, tell me everything. I want to know about your little romance."

"There wasn't a romance."

"Well, whatever it was, I want to know."

"I made a friend. That's all. I told you about him. Helmut Zemo, he owns his fathers restaurant now."

"Ah yes, you didn't answer my question properly. Was he cute?"

"Yes. Cute, handsome, charming. This man has it all."

"And he can cook," she grinned. "Husband material."

"Shut up, Wanda." You shake your head at her, smiling softly.

Your hand raises to the necklace you were wearing, remembering him fondly. You were missing him.

You were missing a perfect stranger.

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bullyhunter--69 · 3 years

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"She's so sweet, really."

Pairing: Izuku x fem!reader

Summary: When you and Izuku started dating, you were as happy as could be. He was beyond sweet and caring, and helped you forget about the bad in your life. But after he introduces you to his mother, Inko, and you start to be a more frequent visitor at the Midoriya household, you realize it's starting to take a bigger affect on you than you thought it would. Why can't your mother be like that?

Tw: mentions of family issues/absent family/family death, bottling up emotions and eventually breaking, a stressed Izuku, ends with soft fluff

A/N: This turned out so much longer and more angsty than planned but I'm really proud of it, tell me what you guys think! 🖤 (This is also my first ever angst written so--)

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Today was a beautiful fall day. Colorful leaves fell around you, the sky was tinged with a deep orange, and the soft grass beneath you made your time all the more comfy. You were snuggled next to Izuku beneath a huge tree on campus, who was currently going on and on about his latest quirk findings. The goal you guys originally had set was to review for the upcoming test, but the topic quickly shifted to Izukus day once your fingers intertwined with his and you inquired about it.

"-and so then once I asked Mr. Aizawa about it I found that- Hey.. are you okay (Y/N)?" You really were listening, but had found that you zoned out. Izukus concerned, soft voice brought you back to reality, and a small smile crawled it's way onto your features. "Yeah 'zuku, I'm all good.. I just was thinking about some stuff and was focusing on your voice. It always helps." You ended your reply with a squeeze of his hand, which all together resulted in his face blooming into a shade of deep red.

"Well, uh.. T-thank you, I'm happy to help!" He stuttered out as he felt butterflies all throughout his body. "Oh, also!" Izuku started, turning his body to face you more, holding your hands in his lap with a nervous look in his eyes. "(Y/N), I was wondering.. we've been together for a bit now and I.. I want my mom to meet you."

As soon as the word 'mom' reached your ears, you tensed up. It was always a sensitive topic, even if it wasn't your parental relationships in question. You knew Izuku had noticed, as the hold on your hands got tighter. "I understand if you're scared or nervous but I know She's gonna love you! She already says you're really pretty and smart just basing off what I've shown her.. she really is looking forward to it, and we don't have to stay long if you don't want to." The gentle rub of his thumb on the back of your hand and the puppy dog eyes was enough to soothe your nerves. If Izuku talked so highly of you to her, and if she was anything like him at all, you figured it wouldn't be that bad to meet her. She would be your mother-in-law someday, so you might as well get it out of the way now and not later.

When the day finally came, you were beyond nervous. The thought of meeting Izuku's mother and her not liking you made a wave of sickness and dread fill every inch of your body. Whether it was a friend, or a boyfriend, meeting mothers always gave you a bad taste in your mouth. It brought back all the feelings that you tried desperately to hide away and fight daily.

See, you were almost fully open with Izuku, but there was one thing he didn't know. Your family, to put it bluntly, was shit. Your mother always belittled you for every single little action you ever made and everything about you. Nothing was ever good enough. As a small child, it was always under-the-table, backhanded compliments with passive aggressive undertones, but after the passing of your father, it turned into raw, brutal words. She was never proud, and never actually loved you, she just used your desire to be a good daughter against you. It was cold, hard, manipulative behavior which resulted in you finally refusing to talk to her after you got accepted into U.A. The mental gymnastics you had to go through to hide all of this, especially from Izuku, was taking a toll on you. You never talked of family and never left the dorms, and had an.. unusual amount of luggage stored away in your room. It seemed like you packed your entire life up in a suitcase and ran.

Which is essentially what you did.

As bad as it sounds, you never planned on telling your love any of this. You just needed to forget all of the childhood trauma you were put through and focus on showing your mother she was wrong. Everything she said about your quirk being useless, to you being intolerable and a bad daughter, would be proved wrong. But, the biggest thing you planned to show her? Is that your father would be proud. She always used him against you, and you'd be damned if you wouldn't prove that point the most ridiculous of them all.

A soft knocking on your dorm brought you out of your deep thoughts, and your gaze slid to the door. Your hands shot to your face and you quickly dried your tears. "O-one second, I'm still changing!" You knew in the pit of your gut that it was Izuku coming to pick you up, and your thoughts were confirmed when you heard him on the other side of your locked door. "Alrighty baby, take your time!" God, he sounded so sweet.. this was hell keeping from him, but it kept him from worrying.

The night went on so much better than expected, and it genuinely surprised you. You had never met a woman as sweet as Inko was. She cooked your favorite food and had your favorite drinks, and even baked you your favorite dessert. She asked about how you were doing in school and once the topic of your quirk was brought up, she was beyond ecstatic to hear you talk about it. She even added on how she felt it would be useful in battle. The night was amazing. Nothing felt real, it all was like the fantasies you made up while lying in bed at 4am sobbing, so sleep deprived you almost can't move to get ready for your class that starts in just a few hours. It's what you've always wanted in a mom-- a beautiful, sweet woman who cares.

Why can't your mother be like that?

As the weeks went on and Izuku kept inviting you over for weekly dinner and game nights with him and Inko, you found it harder and harder to conceal exactly how much your mental health was struggling. Yes, you absolutely adored both your loving boyfriend and his equally loving mother, but it was just so fucking.. hard. Every smile she gave you, the loving, motherly twinkle in her eyes when she talked to Izuku, the amazing dinners, the endless support for both of you, the pictures she insisted on taking of you and Izuku-- it was all too much. You started to dwell on this every single night, and resent yourself for how much anger and jealousy you felt. This wasn't right, but you couldn't help it. It wasn't your fault that your mother hated you for every fiber of your being and Izuku had the best mother imaginable. He was your boyfriend, you should be happy.. right?

You didn't realize how hard you had been sobbing until there was a hushed yet firm knock on your dorm door. The tears that blurred your vision made it even harder to read the clock on your nightstand through the pitch black room you sat in, huddle up in a pile of blankets, All Might plushies and Izuku's hoodies.

9:54 p.m.

The pain that was radiating through your torso from the wreck you had become from however long you had actually been crying was torture. It felt like needles were being shoved into your lungs and your heart was being squeezed in a vice grip. Breathing felt impossible. Your throat was raw. But the thing that hurt the absolute worst, out of everything?

"(Y/N)? Baby, please let me in.." Little Izuku's voice sounded like the biggest bomb going off, the jiggle of your door knob making emergency alarms go off in your head. There wasn't any possible way to get out of this, and this might just be your biggest fear. Facing those soft emerald eyes and that sweet smile that has been open and honest with you over the entirety of your entire relationship, and even before. Telling the love of your life all the trauma you've endured, and then willingly decided to hide from him. No.. it's the disappointment that you're positive will shine through his features that's truly your biggest fear.

You don't know how long he had been listening, but one second was more than enough for you to know Izuku wasn't going to leave. He loved you endlessly and never left without making sure you had a smile on your face. So, with limbs that felt like cement, eyes that felt as if you were crying spikes, and an aching heart, you got up and made your way to unlock the door. It took a minute-- your hold on the cold knob firm and extremely hesitant.

3... 2.. 1.

Finally, Izuku had enough room to gently push your door open, and his breath was taken away when he saw you as the golden light from the dormitory hallway illuminated your entirely wrecked appearance.

Bloodshot eyes, make up filled tears streaming down both checks, snot dripping down to you mouth. The cuffs of his hoodie that covered your shaking body were soaked in black, wet mascara. Your hair was messy and tangled. You were.. broken.

After taking in every little detail of your appearance, a struggled gasp last your body when his arms were suddenly around you. The touch of his warmth around you was electrifying, and instantly brought you to your knees. As Izuku shut and locked the door behind him, still holding you in his strong arms, he sighed softly. "What's wrong?"

These are some of the only words that you really didn't want to come out of his mouth. They stung and tore through your heart like the sharpest of blades. They made you regret not opening up sooner, his tone overflowing with worry, fear, and dread. You knew not to make eye contact, but you couldn't even if you wanted to. Once those words entered your ears, soft and delicate as if you would shatter into a million pieces if he spoke too hard, another strangled sob was unleashed out of what felt to be your core.

"S-she's just so sweet.." Your voice, although strained and crackling, came out with an emotion Izuku had never heard from you before. A mixture of jealousy, rage, disappointment, and disgust is all he could pick out, but it sounded like something was hidden beneath it all. Something that you didn't know how to express, so emotions just came seeping out of you in the easiest way.

Picking you up was an easy task, as your body had long ago given up the fight to stay standing. The sweet boy made his way to your bed and sat with you cradled to his chest, your nose tucking away in the crook of his neck instantly to breath in his scent. It calmed you-- he calmed you, but you couldn't help but to shamefully pull your head away and look across the room.

"(Y/N), you have to tell me more. Who is 'she'? I want to help you.." His voice still held a delicate tone, his fingers combing through your hair with one hand and the other still holding you tightly. After what seemed like forever of Izuku just holding you and letting you cry every single ounce of emotion you held in your body out, your sobs slowly came to a stop and you took a soft, shaking sigh.

It was time to come clean.

"'Z-zuku, I'm sorry.." You started, slowly and steadily while trying to steady your breath further. The gentle back rubs from his warm hands helped sooth you, and gave you the strength to continue.

"I haven't been exactly.. truthful with you." As you took a second to find your words and sniffle, you could sense Izuku tilt his head to the side curiously. "You always ask if I'm okay-- if I'm happy-- and I always say that I am. I love you so incredibly much and you do make me feel happy and safe and welcomed and-" Your ramble was cut off with a kiss to your temple, which was a silent signal of Izukus trust and time.

"Because of how incredibly happy you make me, I dont want you thinking that this is your fault at all. Its mine.. I shut you out and bottled myself up when I should have just told you in the first place. I just.. don't know how to say it other than to say it outright."

Your shakey tone made Izukus heart race even more. He was staying calm and supportive on the outside but on the inside, he was a wreck. He was currently going over every single one of his actions, words, and notes that made what you and him were-- absolutely scraping the bottom of the barrel for anything and everything he could have done wrong. That stuff, though, was shoved deep so he could help you, because that was what was important right now.

"I don't.. Izuku, I love you and I love your mother so incredibly much. I feel at home with you guys but it's just so hard. Seeing how sweet and caring she is, how She's invested in both of our lives, how she.. s-she said she loved me.." You body was quickly starting to shake again, so Izuku pulled you in closer. "Why can't my mother be like that?"

There it was. It finally clicked in Izuku's mind. Everytime you avoided the topic of family, how you never had pictures with them, how you never had a place to go to during break, how every day after spending time with him and Inko you seemed drained the next morning as if you had stayed up all night.. it clicked as to what might be wrong, and his suspicions were confirmed when you continued.

"M-my mother hates me and she has my entire life. I have never received an ounce of love or respect from that filthy woman and it's always on my mind. Her degradation and her mocking laugh and her hideous presence. She used my dead fucking dad against me to make me feel like I'd never make it in this world and I just-- I-I want to escape the horrible memories but I can't. I just want a mother like yours.. it's what I've always wanted and I don't understand why I had to be the one stuck with a dead dad and a mockery of a mother. Seeing how absolutely amazing your mom is fills me with love and happiness and a sense of home I've never gotten before but at the end of the day, it just reminds me of how shitty my life was up until I got to U.A. I don't have a mom. I don't have a home. And its not fair that I'm upset over the fact that you having those things happens to remind me of that. I'm sorry."

Izuku was speechless. His comforting ministrations had stopped and he just looked at you. Even with the pitch black void that was your room, his emerald eyes shined bright.. and brimmed with tears.

"I.. I had no idea, baby, I'm so sorry.." Izuku was choosing his words incredibly carefully. He held nothing against you, nor was he upset or disappointed at you. He was a person that could put himself in someone else's shoes very easily and see through their eyes, and your emotional monologue was enough to paint your story for him. He just wanted to comfort you and show you everything was okay.

"I don't want you to be sorry, there isn't any need for you to be. You can't help what your mother put you through, and how horribly unfair to you that it was. Nobody can control how others actions affect them-- it's just how humans are.." Strong arms turned your body to face him, your limbs wrapped around his torso and your cheeks gently held in his hands. As tears streamed down his cheeks, he stared deep into your eyes. "You're so strong and beautiful, and I understand as much as I can. I love you so much.. Baby, to hell with her. I know it's hard, but she doesn't have to mean anything to you anymore. Me and you, and mom, can be our own family. We're your home now.."

A sob managed to choke it's way out of your throat, but this one was different. Your head fell into Izukus neck and you held him as tight as you possibly could, soaking his chest with more snot and tears. His arms held you back just as tightly as he peppered soft butterfly kisses along your hairline. This is how you stayed for the rest of the night until you calmed down and passed out on his firm build. Laying back softly, Izuku tucked you both in and kept his tight hold on you.

"Goodnight, love.. You're home."

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emily-the-fae · 3 years

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Ok so I have been in the interest area for some time

And I may have gotten interested in several Draculas

Here is a list of who I have on team:

5. Bram Stoker's Dracula

I mean come on, Gary Oldman in late Victorian era suits is just extremely handsome. The warrior that became a vampire: seductive, cruel, very nice when in love.

They were quite very bold when they named the movie "Bram Stoker's Dracula" to be honest - like, yes, it is very evident that they followed the author, but decided to add a more romantic plot with some Victorian sensuality. My personal opinion - they tried too hard: they wanted to fit their own storyline of Mina x Dracula love to the original Stoker story, while keeping up at least in the beginning to the author's stile of reading diaries and switching POVs in 2 hours of screentime - it did not go as smoothly as one might have wished, the time is obviously not enough, the story and character relationships are a bit rushed. Besides some characters were well... Lucy's lovers are a bit dumb - far worse than they were in the book and Lucy - ok I get it, you wanted to add eroticism, but not like that!!

In general not so bad. I like it, feels like a nice interpretation.

4. Netflix Dracula

Well, the storyline began as if it could have been Bram Stoker's, but proved to be very different from the original quite quickly. Another nice interpretation. Van Helsing is a female and a nun - that's quite an interesting change. (Seriously, I love the character, she's a big mood.)The modern versions of characters in 3rd episode seemed kinda cool too

Absolutely loved the idea of Dracula absorbing the memories and knowledge with blood, it's really cool. ( Can I please be a vampire too? I really need that for my studies!)

Claes Bang portrayal of the vampire seemed very impressive. Loved it - didn't expect to but loved it - it was the first Dracula movie I watched and it left me under a spell.

Plus the human-eating irony - Hannibal Lecter would have shook Dracula's hand for that, those two have a common sense of humour and aesthetic.

As with the previous one, I enjoyed the interpretation quite a lot.

3. Van Helsing

Well, in that one.

The story has almost nothing to do with the book, doesn't even try to, but the plot they made is exciting - the ancients old enemies concept and all that stuff. The gothic Transylvania/Budapest/Paris/wherever else they were depiction is lovely - it gives the viewer this sense of darkly beautiful atmosphere of vampire stories; soundtrack adds to the picture nicely.

Characters, well... Anna is cool if you look at her in terms of personal - keep up the family values and stuff. BUT a young lady wearing tight trousers in 19th century, are you kidding me??? I'm sorry, but that weirded me out a bit. Same with that moment when "oh I fell five meters and before that soaked under rain, look at my perfectly soft curls" - the female characters in that movie are a bit overly fancy for the time and the action genre - same with Dracula's brides, they're kind of cute, love their babies and Dracula, but why on Earth are they always half-naked?

Van Helsing has a bit of a younger and sadder Mad-Eye Moody vibe. "I kill monsters, although I do pity the humans that sit inside of them. These things need to die" - that kind of person. Hugh Jackman plays him nicely, I felt him very fit for the role - he and Dracula are basically what really saves the film and makes it interesting.

Dracula here is just.. I mean aw. He's hot. He's got a nice accent, he turns into some flying half bat thing that looks hella cool, and he removes his cape in such an extremely graceful gesture that it makes one faint. Love that guy.

(+ the ballroom dance scene was very sensual and gothic, it was one of the reasons I started watching the movie)

2. Dracula Untold

The story of medieval Dracula and how he came to be a vampire - to protect his people and his family. Politics, love, monsters and broken dates. That movie has a great plot and some points which make you stop and wonder (oh do I love the quotes of those "sometimes the world doesn't need another hero, sometimes what it needs is a monster" and of that sort, just beautiful)

It is kind of tragic, but it has a bright side to it, I am extremely grateful to the authors for what they did to the ending.

And Dracula himself well... Luke Evans is just gorgeous in the role. The ultimate strong warrior vampire - a monster to his enemies and a loving husband and father to his family. Dracula redeemed. This one is sweet.

1. Castlevania

Aaaand here we go on my favourite one. If you don't mind watching anime and you love vampires/gothic stuff - you're probably gonna enjoy this. I did. I loved it: the plot, the characters, their relationship, the whole concept of the vampire community and Dracula the vampire King, their motivations. It's catching, it's mesmerizing, it charmed and drew me in (read: I cried and wailed together with my friend, this left me a trauma, I had to write a big fanfic to make up for the pain).

Main characters - Adrian, Sypha and Tevor are a bit Ron, Harry and Hermione but they are a lovely trio, I love the tension between Trevor and Adrian. Very loveable characters, and I dare say quite well written.

And, well, Dracula. Excuse me, this one is my personal favourite. I mean - a beautiful castle, that is moved by some cool mechanisms to wherever Dracula pleases, an enormous library with all the forgotten knowledge of the world. Dracula himself is extremely well-educated, well-mannered, THE gentleman (and yeah well 8ft tall but let's skip that bit). I love that character he is in so much pain I want to hug him and cuddle him into warm blankets. He is a sweetheart.

So that was a short attempt of a person who is terrible at criticizing stuff to write some film reviews. In case anyone is interested. And for me to reassemble my journey into the vampire world.

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Gimme Shelter - 2

Ready for chapter 2? Here it is. This whole fic, but especially this part, was inspired by this article/interview. Men's Journal Article In particular by Henry's statements about his time at boarding school.

In this chapter we learn about Henry's and Kat's past. I hope you enjoy it. If so, please leave me a comment, like or replog. 💜

Previous part -> Nashi's Masterlist

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Kat Spencer)

Words: ~3.4k

Summary: Henry has to deal with a personal crisis and he finds shelter with his old rugby mate Sam and his sister Kat. She used to be Henry’s best friend a very long time ago. Will they be able to become friends again or maybe even more? Chapter 2: Kat remembers the day Henry hurt her very much and they have the unavoidable conversation about it.

Warnings: RPF, mention of bullying, angst, humiliation

No beta! All mistakes are mine. English is not my mother tongue so expect bad grammar and wrong spelling.

Disclaimer: I don’t know the real Henry Cavill, this is pure fiction and nothing more

Credits: Pics for the moodboard from Pinterest. Faceclaims: Kat = Jennifer Connelly

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"And I say I'll never hurt her

But she knows it isn't true

'Cause although I never told her

I think she knows 'bout me and you."

From "When Susannah Cries", written by Amund Bjorklund/Espen Lind

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Kat found herself confronted with Henry all alone after a week of avoiding him. Of course they had met when they had dinner together in the evenings but she had stayed out of Sam's and Henry's conversations most of the time and during the day she stayed in her office, busy with work. Sometimes she secretly watched him, peeking out of her window, when he played with Kal in the garden or when he was doing workouts or stretching when he came back from one of his runs, but she avoided meeting him.

She knew it was idiotic but she just couldn't forget their past. She felt childish and silly and of course it was unavoidable to talk about it at some point but she wasn't ready yet. On this Friday morning she was sitting in the kitchen having breakfast when he came back from his morning run unusually late.

"Morning, Kat." He flashed her a bright smile before he started to make a protein shake and an egg sandwich. He looked fantastic even when he was sweaty and worn out.

"Good morning." She avoided his gaze and concentrated on her porridge.

"Mind if I join you?" Henry pointed at the chair opposite of her.

"No. Please, sit." Kat gave him an awkward smile. It still felt so strange to have him around, it made her uncomfortable and tense.

"I already said this to Sam, the house is beautiful. I mean it always was, I remember it very well but what you made of it is great. Modern and traditional at the same time, perfect mixture."

"Thank you." She didn't know what else to say but Henry didn't seem to mind her taciturn reply, he kept on smiling and talking.

"I was pretty surprised when I heard that you moved here. I mean, you were always a big city girl, you hated Stowe, and then...St. Ives...not only for holidays but for good…"

"Yeah. At some point I was getting sick of the big city lights, of all the hectic and the noise and all the crowded places." Kat explained shrugging. "And when our parents thought about selling the house after their divorce, Sam and I decided to buy and renovate it. He was looking for a place to open a practise anyway and the old vet in town was giving up his, so it was the perfect opportunity for him and I can work from anywhere so we moved here."

"Right, Sam mentioned you're an editor."

"Yes. I have a little editing office and work as a freelancer for different publishing houses."

"That's great, Kat. You've always been good with words."

She smiled and this time it was more relaxed. "And you've always been a good entertainer."

Henry chuckled. "Most of the time you found my little performances annoying. I remember that very well."

Kat laughed. "You're right. When you tried your stand up comedy on me. That was a pain in the ass. But you were great on stage. You were a natural."

"We were a great team, all of our drama group."

"That's true but you were outstanding in Grease. Everyone said that. I remember our parents were gushing over your performance all night after the premiere." She laughed again and rolled her eyes.

"That must have sucked. Didn't your mother want to make you join the drama group too?" "Yes. And she hated that I preferred to write for the school newspaper. She thought I was wasting my creative potential."

"She was wrong. Your articles always were the most progressive, interesting and polarizing ones."

"Yeah, maybe. But she was right when she said you were extraordinarily talented. You're a great actor."

"Thanks, Kitty."

Her smile froze. Kitty. He was the only one who'd ever called her that. And he stopped doing it 22 years ago.

"I'm sorry, Kat. I don't know where that came from." He said with a remorseful frown.

"Just don't call me that ever again."

"Of course not. Unless you ask me to." He gave her a sheepish smile.

She shook her head, visibly annoyed. "Not gonna happen."

"Kat. Please, I'm really sorry and I know I lost every right to call you that a very long time ago but maybe we can start over again. Talk about what happened. I never got the chance to explain…"

"Don't even start, okay? I don't wanna hear it." She interrupted him mid-sentence and started to stir her coffee so angrily that she spilled half of it on the table.

Henry began to chew on his bottom lip. "It's just that my therapist told me to follow through my past, to take a close look at the mistakes I've made...to learn from them."

"My, my...too bad my therapist told me the exact opposite. Let the past die. Kill it if you have to. That's what he said."

Kat shrugged apologetically.

"That's not something a therapist would say, Kat. This is from Star Wars The Last Jedi. Ben Solo said this to Rey."

He knew the quote. Still a nerd, Kat thought. Still that damn cute dork.

"Never underestimate the wisdom of a Star Wars character."

"Ok, I get it. You don't wanna talk about it." Henry raised his hands in surrender.

"You catch on quick, don't you?" Kat said sarcastically.

Henry shook his head, rolling his eyes with an annoyed snort.

"Alright, let's keep it under the cloak of silence."

"Yup."

"Fine."

Kat crossed her arms and stared out of the window. Henry was fuming with anger. Why wouldn't she let him explain? Make a fresh start? They were 16 back then, stupid teenagers, why wasn't it possible to talk about this damn night now, 22 bloody years later? He bolted down his sandwich and his shake and left the room without another word.

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Kat went upstairs after this unpleasant encounter and plopped down on her bed with a desperate sigh. She remembered that damn night so fucking well. Still. After all these years. It was burnt into her memory as the biggest humiliation of her life. The day her heart broke in a way, no man had ever been able to repair it. Superficially maybe but not to the core. That stupid summer dance. Kat closed her eyes and suddenly she was sixteen again.

I really don't know why I'm already wearing that silly dress three hours before I have to go, I didn't want to have it at all. At least not before Henry suggested going to the dance with me. As friends of course but nevertheless. It will be the two of us together. You and me, Kitty. Two lonely hearts. That's what Henry said to me. That was four weeks ago and ever since that day it's all I can think about. I look at my reflection in the mirror and I like what I see. The dress is cute, it's light blue and quite romantic with all the frills and the puffed sleeves and I feel like an Edwardian lady from one of the novels Henry and I love so much. I feel pretty and I want to be pretty for him. I want to look like a girl tonight, not like a tomboy. I even bought a headband with little flowers. I'd really love to hear Amy's opinion on my dress. She's my roommate and friend but she's at the hospital because she had an appendix operation.

The ringing of the phone in our room startles me. I take the call. It's Henry and he sounds awful. He says he has a very bad migraine and that he cannot go to the dance with me. He apologizes several times but of course it's not his fault. I know he has these attacks from time to time and I know he can't leave his bed when he does. He needs to sleep in complete silence and darkness and tomorrow he will be fine again. He tells me he wants me to go alone, to have fun tonight but of course I'm not going anywhere without him and he knows it. It's a shame, that's true but where's the point in going to a dance alone without my only friends, without Amy, without Henry.

I take off my dress and put on jeans and a hoodie. I look out of the window, the weather is wonderful and I decide to take a walk to distract myself from the disappointment.

Of course I run right into my big brother Samuel. He asks me what I'm doing in the park. Why I'm not getting ready for the big party and for my date. He just can't stop making fun of me. He knows it's not a date, that Henry and I are just friends but he loves to tease me. He says I'm in love with Henry and of course he's right, I am in love with him, deeply, I'm in love for the first time in my life but I keep on denying it. Sam must never know that he's right because he would use it against me, that's for sure. When I tell him about Henry and the migraine he says I can't skip the dance, that I really need some fun and that I'm going to like it. He convinces me to go with him. His date has dumped him because he cheated on her. He's a notorious heartbreaker but deep inside he is a nice guy and -all in all- a pretty good big brother. I hesitate but then I think of the beautiful dress that's waiting for me in my room and so I finally agree.

I go to Henry's room to tell him I'm going with Sam and to explain why. I don't want him to be upset that I go without him. I knock but there's no answer. I guess he sleeps and I don't want to wake him up and so I leave.

Sam picks me up at nine. The dance starts at eight but he wants a big entrance. It's all about attention and drama, Kat, he says and I guess he's right.

When we arrive at the party Sam soon disappears with Molly Smith, one of his many exes and I stand alone beside the cold buffet. That's when I see him. At first I don't believe my eyes but it's really him. It's Henry. He's standing there with all the popular kids, chatting and laughing and holding hands with Poppy Edwards, the most beautiful girl of our school. No sign of a bad migraine. I feel like I'm going to pass out. I can't look away, I want to but I just can't turn my eyes away from him. When he notices me his face falls. He stares at me and so does everyone who's standing there with him. My first impulse is to turn around and run away but I don't. My pride is stronger than the stinging pain in my heart. He obviously doesn't want me to be here. To see him with his new friends and his date or girlfriend or whatever this is. I jut my chin defiantly and stand my ground. I watch in horror how Poppy takes Henry by the hand and drags him in my direction. Their friends follow them.

She greets me with a smile that's sweet as sugar but the words that come out of her mouth are like poison. "Katherine, what a pretty dress. Where did you get it?" Before I'm able to stammer an answer she keeps going. "Did you find it in the prop room of the drama group? You look like Eliza Doolittle." She gives me a fake smile and her stupid friends start to giggle. I know my face is flaming red with anger, embarrassment and humiliation but Poppy's not done with me yet. She turns to Henry. "I bet she wants you to be her Professor Higgins. Everybody knows she has a crush on you. Maybe she wants to kiss you. Do you want to kiss this dressed up tomboy, Henry? Or do you want to kiss me?" Now every single one of them bursts out laughing and it feels like a punch in the guts. I'm on the brink of tears. I look at Henry, searching for help, but there's no reaction. He doesn't speak up against them, does nothing to defend and protect me, he doesn't even look at me. He doesn't do anything, he just stands there staring holes in the ground, avoiding my gaze. I can't stand this anymore. Him. Her. All of them. I turn around and leave fully aware of the fact that this moment marks the end of our friendship.

When Kat woke up from that ghastly memory she felt just as terrible as 22 years ago. Humiliated and ashamed and angry. Very angry. She got up with a jolt, ran up the stairs to the second floor and headed right to Henry's rooms. She didn't knock, just stormed in, finding him standing there in only a pair of briefs. His curls were wet and he smelled heavenly. She stopped in her tracks and Henry stared at her. "Kat. What the fuck. Ever heard of privacy? Ever heard of knocking?"

She didn't answer, she just stood there unsure what to do or say. Henry put on a shirt and sweatpants and turned to her again. "Can I help you?"

"Explain." Kat said. "Explain to me what happened at the dance."

"Now?"

"Yes. Now. Is that a problem?"

He shook his head slowly. "Not at all. Wanna sit?"

"No. I'm fine."

"Come on, Kat. This may take a while."

With a sigh she sat down on the sofa while Henry plopped down in the arm chair beside the window.

"So?" Kat looked at him expectantly.

"Well, first of all I wanna say I was a stupid wank back then. I lied to you and I let you down. I know this now, I knew it then, but when Poppy asked me to go to the dance with her…"

"When?"

"What?"

"When did she ask you?"

"A week before the ball."

Kat nodded. "Okay. Go on."

"Right. When Poppy asked me I just couldn't say no. I mean she was the most popular girl in our school and she wanted to go with a nobody like me. With fat Cavill, the lemon. Her attention just felt so good. The thought that she might be interested in me...it was too tempting to not give it a try. I just couldn't refuse her. I faked that migraine because I thought it was the easiest way to keep you away from the dance. I was sure you'd never go without me but I was wrong. I considered telling you the truth, I really did because I hated lying to you, Kat, but I finally decided to keep it a secret because I was sure you would try to talk me out of it. I knew you hated Poppy..."

"Yes, I did. She was a bitch. A manipulative, arrogant bitch and a bully."

"Like Aaron Taylor you mean?" Henry snapped at her with an angry glance. After all these years he was still jealous of the guy. "Aaron was arrogant, yes, but he was never manipulating anyone. He was more honest and true to himself than every single one of you and your friends. And for sure he was no bully. I wouldn't have been with him if he'd bullied anyone. He was a good guy."

"Poppy wasn't that bad either. The real Poppy I mean. Not the queen bee she pretended to be."

Kat turned her eyes towards the ceiling and shook her head in disbelief. "Yeah, sure. She was an angel…You know, that was the hardest part. To process that you of all people were with a girl like her. She and her friends made fun of us and our love for literature so many times." Her voice got tense and she took a deep breath to calm down. Henry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before he continued to speak.

"Anyway. I never wanted to hurt you, Kat. I hope you know that. I didn't expect you to show up and I know the way I treated you was awful. I didn't defend you, I hurt your feelings, I betrayed you and behaved like an asshole. I know this is almost inexcusable but I want you to know that I'm really sorry. I was back then but I didn't dare to tell you. And I still am. I'm sorry and ashamed of my behaviour. I can only apologize and hope for forgiveness." He avoided her gaze, staring at his hands.

A long silent pause followed his statement but after a while Kat inhaled deeply and after clearing her throat she started to talk. "Thank you, Henry. This really means a lot to me. I mean, hearing you admit all that. And the betrayal, that's what hurt the most. I want you to know that it was never about the fact that you didn't return my feelings for you. I mean, of course I was jealous of Poppy, but…"

Now Henry was the one to cut in.

"Wait. Your feelings for me?" He sounded genuinely surprised.

"Come on, don't act stupid. You must have known how I felt about you. I was pretty obvious and Poppy told everyone at the dance that I had a crush on you." Kat knew she was blushing but it was embarrassing to say that out loud.

"Kat, I swear I had no idea. I thought Poppy was just joking. I never considered you'd see me this way." He looked her right in the eyes before he continued. "You told me that you don't see me as a boy. That I was -and that's a quote I will never be able to forget- 'just like a girl that has a teeny wiener' to you."

"Oh god, Henry. I was 13 when I said that and I was a brat with a loose tongue. I did see you as a boy when we got older. Of course I did…" Kat gave him an awkward smile.

"So you really had a crush on me? Why didn't you say anything?"

"To be honest it was a little more than a crush. I was in love with you. And when you said you'd go to the dance with me I thought that maybe there we would dance and get close and maybe share a special moment and a kiss or...I don't know. I just had these silly romantic fantasies…" Kat swallowed hard and shrugged.

"You hoped that we'd become a couple that night."

She nodded.

"I never knew this, Kat." Henry felt awful. If he'd only known, he would never have said yes to Poppy if he'd had the slightest notion that Kat was in love with him.

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore, does it. That was 22 years ago. I'm not that girl anymore and you most definitely aren't that boy."

Kat got up and clapped her hands.

"I guess it's a good thing we've talked this through. Your therapist is going to like it." She gave him a sarcastic smile and Henry got up too. He came closer but Kat took a step back and so he didn't move any further.

"Do you think you can forgive me?"

"I already have, Henry. I know you didn't do it on purpose or to hurt me. We were so young and now as an adult I somehow unterstand why you acted that way...but that's not the point. The problem is to forget and to trust you again."

He nodded slowly. "I understand that, Kat. Just give me a second chance, okay?"

She took a deep breath. "I'll try to. But I need time. Time to get used to you, to the whole situation."

"Sure." And then he pulled her into a hug that felt right and wrong at the same time and left her dizzy and with a racing heart. "I won't let you down again, Kat." Oh how she wished she could believe his whispered words.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

tbc

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savoies · 3 years

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ill take the floor - patrick moynihan.

summary: only one bed trope.

word count: 1.3k.

warnings: maybe one bad word.

a/n: so here it is, one of the only tropes i have not written yet. hope you enjoy and of course thank you to caitee (@joelsfarabees ) for saying do it. this went through about four drafts so uhm enjoy! italicized and bolded is going back in time.

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Summer. Something everyone looked forward to. No more school. No more having to worry about loads of assignments and time to finally wind down and relax. For certain people that meant going on trips, going to the beach, or just staying home. But for the Moynihan family that meant renting up a beach house or cabin.

It happened every year. Having Patrick away at college and not having much free time, it was a nice way to spend some time together.

This year Patrick suggested somewhere up in the mountains where him and his buddies from Providence had gone for winter break earlier in the year. Apparently everyone else on the east coast had the same idea as him because as they made their arrangements only one cabin was up for grabs and they took it without much consideration.

In three days they would drive out three hours to their destination travel spot. So after much talk Patrick and his sister Ciara were in their living room helping their parents set everything up that needed to be taken care of.

"So Pat excited to see Y/N?" Ciara said as she looked up at her twin brother.

"Considering i haven't seen her in person this whole school year yeah im pretty excited." He smiled as he thought about seeing you again. He missed you even though you guys talked whenever you could.

"So are you gonna make a move on her this year?" Ciara said suggestively as she wiggled her eyebrows.

"I dont know what you are talking about." Patrick said as he placed the rest of his bags by the door.

"Oh I see the way you look at her." Ciara said.

You were a mutual friend. But over the years of knowing each other you grew closer to Patrick, maybe even developing a small crush on him along the way. They had invited you over to the cabin to catch up. You being away at college. Ciara knew about your crush on her brother and how her brother felt about you so she had made it her mission to get you guys to get closer on this trip. Or at least for one of you to make a move on the other.

Everyone arriving safely at the cabin except some bickering between the twin siblings.

The kids ansty to go see what the cabin had to offer. "Here go ahead." Mrs. Moynihan said as she handed them the keys and they rushed inside piling their bags in the corner of the living room.

After seeing what was behind each door all of you walked back to the living room and Mrs. Moynihan spoke up.

"2 per room, so choose wisely who your roommate for the week will be."

"I choose Casey." Ciara spoke up almost too quickly. "Sorry Pat you're a snorer and Y/N you stay up way too late, i need my beauty sleep."

"Are you ok with this?" Patrick turned to face you.

"Yeah i'm good. I mean we are both adults sort of. Yeah we can handle it." You smiled at him and shot a glance at Ciara.

"So now that that's settled let's start dinner." Mrs. Moynihan said as she led you all to the kitchen.

~~~

All of you sat around the fireplace outside as you finished dinner. Roasting marshmallows and eating smores.

The adults then going inside and leaving you guys outside as you talked and stargazed.

"I think i'm gonna head inside im getting pretty tired." You said as you got up and said your goodnights.

"What Y/N going to sleep before any of us, that's a first." Ciara spoke up.

"Oh shut up." You said hitting her shoulder playfully. Pat jogging up to catch up to you as both of you headed to the farthest bedroom.

"What not wanting to get bombarded on your love life by your sisters?" You raised your eyebrows playfully at him.

"Like i have one." He laughed.

"Oh really hotshot pat doesn't have a love life, i highly doubt that." Both of you laughing about it and stepping in your bedroom.

After both of you changed you each stood on one side of the bed.

"So uhm i can take the floor." Patrick said as he grabbed the pillow.

"Pat I am not letting you sleep on the floor. Not like we haven't fallen asleep together on the couch before. It's fine." You said as both of you got under the covers turning your backs against each other.

~~~

A few days had passed and it seemed that every day that passed both you and Patrick got closer and closer each morning waking up in each other's arms, the first night being kind of awkward.

Waking up you didn't expect to have Patrick's arm around you, less likely as tightly as it was.

Not sure what to do if you should wake him up or not you laid there staring at the high ceiling until he finally stirred awake.

"Shit my bad." He said as he quickly removed his arm from around your waist and blushed, you missing his warmth as soon as he did so.

"Well why are you avoiding eye contact." Ciara said as both of you walked out of the room and walked separate ways.

Bringing you back to the present where everyone was eating breakfast getting ready to head out to the lake.

"Y/N hurry up cause Casey is still asleep."

You quickly heading to change as Ciara basically pushed the cereal down your throat for you to hurry up.

You looking through all of your bags, the car, the living room, and lastly the bathroom and not finding your bathing suit.

"Oh no. Oh no this can't be happening." You said as you thought about if you packed it or not.

"What's up?" Moyni questioned as he saw your distressed look.

"My bathing suit. I think I forgot it at home."

"Well why don't you ask Ciara. She always brings like five because according to her they all look different on her depending on the weather." Pat said as you shouted thank you and ran out of the bedroom. But not before taking in his figure as he sat on the edge of the bed with his swim trunks and sandals.

'Hey Ciara, I forgot my swimsuit. Can i borrow one please?" You said as she soon laid out all of the options out and you picked out the one that would make you feel less insecure.

"Isn't it a bit small." You said as you walked out and covered your chest.

"I think it's cute. And someone else seems to think so also." She said as Pat was already looking at you when you stepped out into the living room.

"Pat close your mouth, you'll catch flies." Ciara whispered to her brother.

Everyone out on the lake that day having fun until they were physically exhausted. Both you and Moyni every so often looking at each other and averting eye contact whenever Ciara or anyone else would look at you guys.

"You know the sexual tension earlier was just wow." Ciara told you as everyone headed to their rooms for bed.

"Oh shut up."

"You know it's the truth."

~~~

As time to head home neared both of you pretended to be asleep and cuddled into eachothers arms more often.

The last morning at the cabin both of you woke up as you curled into Patrick's chest. "You know i can get used to this." He said.

"Well maybe we should do it more often." You said as you smiled at him. Maybe it was a good thing that Ciara had been planning this all along, since after that trip both of you finally actually did something about the mutual feelings.

#hockey boys #hockey #patrick moynihan x reader #patrick moynihan #providence hockey #hockey blurbs #hockey fics #hockey blurb #hockey fic #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #ari writes #not my fav so i might do this trope again #and no i wasnt gonna erase 1k words ro start over #at least it gets 10 notes ahaha

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catzula · 4 years

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Seven stages of falling in love.

Synopsis: You're afraid of needles and Bakugou is not the most suitable person that should be handling your shots for seven days.

Pairing: bakugou x reader

Warnings: cursing, I have no idea how long it is since it's written on my phone this time, probably a lot of errors

Genre: fluff, some tiny bit angst but a happy ending so no worries

A/N: I was on a 9-hour road trip and wrote this to keep me sane.

BTW 50 followers yaay!

Day 1

"What do you mean I need to get antibiotic shots for a week?!" You exclaimed, refusing to believe what you just heard. It was just a sore throat, or so you had thought. You never liked doctors, so you rarely saw one, but when your 'sore throat' lasted for a whole month, your friends literally forced you to go see one.

You knew it wasn't anything important, but maybe it would help to get a home rest for a day or two, giving you a little more time to binge anime study for that one exam that was coming up.

All your hopes and dreams died when you;

a) didn't get to have any home rest, cause apparently, you didn't have to stay home for a sore throat,

b) had to get shots for a week?!

This was why you hated doctors! You went in for a sore throat, hoping to get a home rest, and got what? A week of-

"It means what I just said." The doctor answered your question gruffly, making you send him a questioning look. Weren't the doctors supposed to be all nice and smiley? This one sure wasn't.

"I don't want to!" You whined, "Isn't there a pill or something I could take?" He sent you a look that could only mean, are you dumb or something?

But you couldn't care less about what he thought about you, though he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen, all you were thinking about was doing whatever you could to not get any shots. "Is there no other way?" You asked, once again. This caused him to sigh loudly, turning his red eyes once again on you.

"No. You'll come here every day for a week to get shots, no pills, no nothing. Okay?" The harsh tone of his voice sent chills through your body, blood-red eyes of his made you wonder if they were real. "I- uh... Yeah, okay." You told him, feeling a little intimidated, though you wouldn't admit it if it killed you.

He turned his back to you while he prepared the syringe, giving you the perfect chance to look at him without being crushed under his crimson gaze.

His shoulders were so wide and his waist so narrow, it created the perfect triangle. You could see his the muscles of his arms flexing with every move, you almost felt unable to take your eyes off of his arms. But what stood out the most was his ash blonde, spiky hair. It defied the gravity in a way you had never seen before, and you just wanted to run your fingers through them, wondering if they were as hard as they looked.

He turned his face to you, you knew he noticed you staring, you could see that by the smirk he sent you, though he didn't comment on it.

You took deep breaths in, trying to calm yourself, though you could feel the blood draining from your face, your hands shaking ever so slightly. His brows furrowed, a look of slight frustration on his face. "You okay?"

You gulped, biting your lip. "I- I'm just..." you didn't want to admit you were scared of needles, not to him, but he did it for you. "You're scared."

You shrugged, still not admitting but not denying either. "You could say I'm not a fan." He rolled his eyes, looking at you as you were dumb. "Nobody is a fan." You could swear you heard him mumble, dumbass under his breath.

He pressed the base of the syringe slightly, testing it, not noticing or simply ignoring the look you had sent him. He rubbed alcohol on your arm, bringing the syringe closer. He was about to stick it when you couldn't stop yourself and gripped his wrist with all your might. Your hand couldn't wrap his wrist at all, and he could have ripped it free so easily, though he didn't.

"What the-"

"Wait!" You told him, not aware of what you were doing, your fear taking over. "Please don't? I don't- don't want... it."

"Come on, it doesn't hurt that much." He told you, feeling his frustration growing bigger with every second that past. He was Bakugou Katsuki, for fucks sake, he wasn't supposed to deal with little girls afraid of needles.

He was the number one of his class, he always was. He decided he wanted to be a doctor and save lives when he was so little, and he always had that dream in him. He worked so hard to achieve that, and now he was spending his summer as an intern in the best hospital of Japan, the hospital he always wanted to work at.

But this wasn't it! Ever since he started, they gave him small, insignificant things to do, like check-ups he was doing now. Sore throat? Who did they think he was, making him check sore throats and runny noses?

He felt so frustrated, he didn't notice you trembling like a leaf under his touch. Your eyes were so wide open, filled with pure fear, your under lip trembling, your hands gripped his wrist like it was your lifeline.

"I'm sorry-" you told him. "I just can't... can't stand needles."

He sighed, though he could feel his frustration disappearing slightly.

"That's fine, I guess." He told you, earning a hopeful glance from you. "Just look at me, nowhere else." That wasn't hard, was it? You couldn't take your eyes off of him anyways. You locked your eyes with his, noticing how oddly soothing his hard toned voice was.

"Listen to me, okay?" He told you. "My name's Bakugou. I went to UA Medical school, and this is my third year, 'm an intern here." You never would have guessed he was that young, only a year older than you, and he went to one of the hardest universities in Japan?

You never once looked away from his eyes, trying to forget the sharp object that was about to enter your skin. When he asked about you, you gulped, you were about to send a small glance at your arm, the one he was holding, but he gripped your chin with his free hand, not letting you look anywhere else, but his eyes.

"I- I'm Y/N." You whispered. "I'm going to ****, and I'm a second year." He nodded, and you smiled weakly.

"That's cool." He told you, "though not cooler than the fact that I finished your shot almost two minutes ago." A smug grin was now curving his lips.

"You what?!" You exclaimed, you looked at your arm, which now had a small band-aid. "You- you... how did you do that?" You asked him, smiling uncontrollably.

"A doctor never reveals his secrets." He told you, though you saw he had a small smile too.

You took your bag and coat, about to exit the room when you sent a small glance his way. "Thank you, doctor Bakugou. " You told him, earning a surprised look from him.

Nobody had ever thanked him this way before.

Day 2

"Hi," you stood at the door, not sure whether you should enter or just stay there.

"Why the hell are you standing there?" He asked you roughly. "Oh, uh, sorry." He shrugged, sipping his coffee. You could tell by the smell that it was pure poison, or in other words, espresso.

"Don't apologize and sit down already."

You sat down, feeling uncomfortable, though you weren't sure why. Maybe it was because you showed him your vulnerable side the day before? You weren't sure.

Your eyes wandered over his figure, he looked as handsome as he was the first time you saw him, or maybe even more? It shouldn't be allowed to be so handsome, you thought. And why did that white coat look so good on him?

Though he was aware of you watching his every move, he didn't want to say anything about it since he could feel your growing panic as he walked towards you with the syringe in his hands.

"We're doing it as we did it yesterday. "He told you, "You're looking at me, and me only." He smirked when he saw you nodding. "Good."

"Now, tell me, what are you studying?" He shook his head, genuinely looked interested as he listened you blabbering. "Why are you doing this?" You asked him. "Is it for the money?"

He shrugged, though he had a smirk on. "I'll tell you about that another day since you're good to go."

"No way!" You told him, looking at your arm, which was once again already stung, cleaned, and stuck with a cute little band-aid.

"You're the best. " You told him as you giggled, still not over the fact that he already gave you two shots without you even noticing.

"Of course I'm the fucking best." He told you, making you giggle once again. "Not sure you should be using that language around your patients, Doctor Bakugou."

He made a tch noise, turning his back to you. "Whatever, go complain to the administration or something." His voice was harder than you had ever heard from him, though to his surprise, you giggled as you walked to the door.

"Of course I'm not going to do that," you told him, smiling sweetly. "Don't expect me to complain about my favorite doctor."

With that, you left the room, leaving Bakugou once again struck with shock. Nobody ever told him he was their favorite doctor, on the contrary, people loved to complain about his angry behavior and foul mouth.

And though he would never accept it, he smiled ever so slightly, noticing a warm feeling spreading to his chest.

Day 3

"Hey, doctor." You entered the room, a big smile on your face that you didn't seem to have any control over.

"Hey." He answered, making you surprised. This was the first time he said 'hey' back. "I noticed you changed our appointment hours." It used to be in the morning but you had learned just today that he changed it to 13:00.

"Yeah." He answered, looking a little uncomfortable. "Why?" You asked further, but your eyes widened a little when you noticed his cheeks had a pink tint to them. "I fucking wanted to, okay?"

"Okay," you told him, laughingly. "I was just curious, you know?"

Nope, you weren't just curious. You wanted to know if it was because he had a date or something, and even though that didn't make any sense at all, you just couldn't help yourself.

What he didn't tell you was that he did change your appointments because of a girl, you. He switched your appointment to right before his lunch break so he could spend a little more time with you, though he couldn't even admit that himself.

"Don't be." He answered as you sat down. This time he had prepared the syringes before you came so that you wouldn't get anxious as he prepared them in front of you.

"That looks like a nice book." He told you as he rubbed your arm with alcohol. You were so stressed that you couldn't even understand what book he was referring to, not aware that you were holding the book in your hands for your dear life. "It's my favorite book." You answered, not looking away from his eyes. You could swear you saw his eyes in your dream last night.

"What's it about?" He asked, once again, looking genuinely interested. You loved talking about books, so much that people would sometimes ask you to stop. But he looked so interested, like he was actually listening, not because he had to, but he wanted to, you couldn't stop.

You started talking about this book, jumping to talk about another, then another. He joined you some time, you weren't really sure when. You started to talk about your favorite books, you talked about his favorite book, argued on one book that he liked, but you hated, did the same with a book you loved, and he didn't.

The conversation lasted so long, and you wouldn't have stopped if your phone hadn't ringed. "Oh, fuck." You mumbled under your breath, realizing you were in there for at least an hour and a half. "I'm so sorry, I lost control!" You told him, laughing nervously. Did you bore him to death?

"It's okay, I guess." He told you, his hand scratching the back of his neck. "You do talk too fucking much, but it wasn't necessarily bad. And it was actually my lunch break, so I won't get in trouble or shit."

"Oh, okay." You answered smiling once again. "I guess, I owe you lunch now."

You exited his room before you let him answer, you were afraid he was going to tell you to fuck off or something, though you had never thought he would agree, he was about to do just that before you sprinted out the room.

He realized only minutes after you exited that you left your 'favorite book' behind, only for him to read it.

Day 4

"Instant noodles?" He asked you, with a look on his face you couldn't quite interpret. It resembled something along the lines of trying to hold his laughter in and thinking you were the dumbest person on the earth.

"I did owe you lunch, you know." You told him.

"Yeah, I know, but I thought you meant something like a bagel or some shit, somewhere outside the hospital."

Thinking back, maybe instant noodles were a bad idea.

"How about tomorrow?" You asked. He shrugged, "Fine, whatever." He looked indifferent, but his pink-tinted cheeks told you he wasn't.

He shrugged, you noticed he did this a lot when he was uncomfortable, you also noticed how fast your heartbeat was every day you entered this room, and not because of the needles.

You noticed how, since the first day, you woke up feeling excited about seeing him. Thinking about what you were going to talk about that day, as you go about your day when something happened, you found yourself thinking about telling it to him the next day.

You noticed how your heart clenched, a dreadful feeling in your stomach, when you thought about the week was coming to an end.

You noticed you were starting to... fall in love with him.

You talked about this to your friends too, and they were more than aware of how your eyes glistened when you talked about him, how you smiled unintentionally.

And the problem was, that he was also aware of all these too. He saw how you looked at him, and he wasn't dumb, he knew what these meant, as well as the tightening in his chest.

You weren't the only one, waking up, excited to see each other. When Denki said something dumb, he thought about telling it to you the next day, he thought about what he could talk about with you to soothe you the next time you gripped his wrist, asking him to stop with teary eyes, he never ever wanted to see you looking that afraid ever again. Hell, he even looked at wikihow, how to calm someone down when they feel afraid, and he was about to be a doctor for God's sake.

It was scary for him, to be this vulnerable for someone, to care so much in such little time, such a foreign feeling taking over his sensible part.

He was about to say something else when he noticed your knee and the very poorly wrapped bandage over it, you had 'wrapped' the bandage like a shoelace and he never in his life saw something so horrible. He sent you a look that made your cheeks all red.

"What the fuck is this?" He asked you, opening the bandage in one quick motion. "Oh, I fell yesterday, nothing too serious."

"You dumbass," Bakugou mumbled as he looked at the wound closely. "Didn't you even clean it?" He asked angrily.

"I did!" You told him. "I mean, I tried to. But it hurts when I touch it..." He rolled his eyes as he took some stuff from the drawers. "Are you afraid of these too?" He asked sarcastically, not expecting an answer, but you did anyway.

"No." You answered as you pouted. "Just needles." He shook his head as he laughed softly. "And trees at night." You mumbled and he froze.

"You have to be kidding me!" He told you, he wasn't even treating the wound anymore, but just looking at you like he waited for you to say you were joking.

"Hey! You have to admit they have a scary side to them!"

"Trees at night?"

"Don’t laugh." You pouted. "They look all shadowy and like... they have long arms, open wide like they're about to catch you and never let you go."

"Oh my God," he groaned as he went on cleaning your wound. "That’s the dumbest thing I've heard." Though he thought it was the most adorable thing he heard too. A girl afraid of needles and trees at night.

The wound stung a little, but you didn't even feel it, you were thinking deeply about wanting to touch his hair. When he finished, your knee was wrapped nicely, and it didn't even hurt anymore.

"So, you never told me why you wanted to become a doctor." You told him as you recalled your chat the first day.

"Thought you would forget about that." He told you as you laughed. "Never."

"I wanted to save people, ever since I was a kid, I wanted to be a... hero, I guess." He told you, not even sure why he was telling you such a personal thing when almost no one knew this about him.

You couldn't stop the words tumbling down your lips. "I don't know about other people, but you're my hero."

Oh, shit. Your words led to a very awkward silence, and you thought you probably shouldn't have said that, though you meant every word.

"Thank you for that." He mumbled finally, causing your head to snap up and lock your eyes with his. You didn't expect him to thank you, at all, but now you just couldn't stop grinning.

"I feel like I'm getting over my fear." You said as you looked at the band-aid on your arm, the band-aid which, once again, miraculously appeared there. There was no way he could give you a shot, clean the small wound, and put a band-aid without you noticing at all! He was either a magician or you were in too deep.

"Yeah, seems like it." He told you, though he wasn't very enthusiastic about it.

You both ate your instant noodles in silence, I'm telling you, it's a bad idea to eat instant noodles with your crush, especially if its the first time you're eating together, and you just didn't know why his presence felt so distant and so awkward all of a sudden.

After you finished your noodles, oh my God why did that last that long? you grabbed your stuff, feeling a weird tug in your chest. "I think I should go."

His crimson eyes found yours, but you had no idea what he was thinking. "Okay."

"See you tomorrow?" You asked, but a grunt was your only answer.

Day 5

"What do you mean Doctor Bakugou has another patient?" You asked the receptionist. She looked at you like you were dumb. "He isn't available at the moment, miss. Doctor Kirishima will be looking after you today."

You didn't know who Kirishima was, but you knew you didn't want him to handle you.

"Can I maybe come later? When he's available?" You asked with the last piece of hope left in you. "I'm sorry, miss." She answered by not actually answering. You sighed as you looked at the red-haired man watching you with a smile. He looked like a nice guy, but he wasn't the reason you were here.

***

"Wow, " Kirishima rubbed his temples as he took a so from his coffee. "One patient really pushed me today."

"What?" Bakugou asked, his voice so stern, Kirishima's eyes narrowed as he looked at his friend. He was really moody lately, and Kirishima wasn't sure why.

"I had this one girl, apparently she was afraid of needles." Suddenly Bakugou's hand was gripping the glass he was holding it a little too hard. "I tried to convince her that it wasn't going to hurt, but she was crying so hard I don't think she even heard me."

"She was crying?" Bakugou's voice was nothing more than a whisper, he could feel how fast his heart was beating, and how tight the grip on his chest was. Kirishima had never seen his friend worry over someone, and he never thought he would either, but today he could sense something was up. "Well, yeah. Really hard. But it wasn't the crying that got me but more like... She was so afraid, genuinely terrified. Even after the whole thing, she kept looking at her arm and still looked scared."

Bakugou looked away, he didn't want to hear this anymore. "That must be tough."

Kirishima shrugged. "I felt bad."

That day, Bakugou left the hospital with an ache in his chest.

Day 6

You didn't want to go back to the hospital. You didn't. You were too scared.

You had thought you were over your fear, but obviously not. You could only stand them when... He was around.

The moment you thought about the spiky blonde hair and red eyes, you felt your chest tightening.

You entered the lobby, eyes instinctively going to the door that had his silver initials. Your heart fluttered in your chest, longing to see him, praying that he would be here. You walked to the receptionist. She was telling you the same thing she did yesterday -sorry ma'am, he's just not available- when the door opened, and the silhouette of a man you longed to see standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand.

A smile found its place on your lips as you started to walk towards him -the receptionist was trying to talk to you still, but who cares- feeling relief washing over you.

He was here! You felt so relieved having him here, not only because he could do your injection without you noticing -but you had to admit, that was an amazing skill right there- but also because you... trusted him. You trusted Bakugou so much, that you could open your heart to him. You loved how he listened to you when you were talking about nonsensical things, how angry of a person he was but actually so nice, how he told you he hated those 'dumbass' friends of his, desperately trying to conceal how much he loved them.

He didn't see you as you walked to him, his eyes on the paper he was holding in his hand. You were about to call his name when you heard your name being called, though it wasn't he who said it.

Your brows furrowed, eyes turning to ho was calling you. The doctor from the day before stood there next to you, with a smile plastered on his face, his hand touching your arm slightly, about to lead you to his office. "Miss Y/N, you're with me today."

Bakugou's eyes snapped up, finding you almost instantly as he heard your name being called. Realizing you were also looking at him, his crimson eyes widened a little. "But..." you started to tell Kirishima, but the guilt-stricken look Bakugou sent you that he tried to conceal told you everything you should know.

You felt like your heart that was just hammering your chest stopped, hurt spreading in your body. Bakugou wasn't coming to the appointments on purpose, avoiding you, trying to get rid of you.

Were you really that hard to deal with? He couldn't take it not even for a week? You thought about the chats you had and how much you laughed when you were near him, and your chest tightened. Maybe you just were talking too much. Or maybe, he just didn't want to deal with a girl who was afraid of needles.

You let Kirishima lead you to his office, trying not to look at the man that you just turned you back to.

Even though you avoided looking at him, Bakugou could see how hurt you were in your eyes. And as he watched you walk with Kirishima, concealing how afraid you were and how much your knees were shaking, he felt like the asshole everyone told him he was.

***

Bakugou went to Kirishima's office the second you left. "How was she?"

Kirishima sighed, taking a sip from his coffee as he watched his angry friend with curious eyes. "I don't know, man. It was just weird." Bakugou's eyes widened, his hand anxiously running through his hair. "What the fuck does that even mean, shitty-hair?!" Bakugou felt like he was going to punch his red-headed friend if he didn't give him straight answers now. And obviously, Kirishima was aware too.

"Woah, chill down. Why do you even care, Bakubro? Never saw you so interested in any of your patients." Bakugou gritted his teeth. It was true he never really cared for his patients, nothing else than their health. But it was different with you, he cared about you, and everything about you.

"Just answer the damn question already." Said Bakugou gruffly, avoiding to answer his question.

Kirishima shrugged. "It was weird." He repeated. "Yesterday she was crying, at one point she begged me not to do it. I don't think she's scared of the needle hurting him but more like the needle itself." Bakugou knew all of this, and he was going to punch him in the guts if Kirishima didn't get straight to the point. "But today she was silent."

Silent? He had never seen you silent.

"She was like a- a statue. Didn't even flinch when I stuck the needle in her, didn't cry, or said a word. She was just looking at the needle and my hand, genuinely terrified. I felt like I was stabbing her or something." Kirishima recalled the memory, and a chill went through him.

Bakugou wasn't very different either. Thinking you like that broke his heart. He could understand you crying, and he would still be mad at himself for letting you cry, but what Kirishima told him was something else. It almost made him afraid.

"Anyways, I don't know man, tomorrow's the last day anyway."

"Yeah." Bakugou mumbled as he tried to forget what Kirishima just told him.

***

Bakugou couldn't get the image of you frozen with fear out of his mind the whole day. He buried himself in his work, still not able to think about anything else but you.

He went home, exhausted.

He took a shower and ate something when he saw the book you had left for him to read laying on his dining table. Ignoring the tightening in his chest, he picked the book up, and he realized the book was the only thing that could make him stop thinking of you, even just for a second.

And as he read, nonstop, he could swear the trees he saw from his window were watching him, making him feel a little creeped out.

Hell, maybe trees at night were creepy after all.

Day 7

Bakugou was having a bad day.

First of all, he had read your favorite book the whole night, not getting any sleep whatsoever. He wasn't the type of man to stay up till night, he never liked to do so either, but he did just that. No cup of coffee was helping him either.

What was bothering him, though, was that you just wouldn't show up. It was almost the end of his lunch break, and you still weren't anywhere to be seen. He knew that because he had been asking the receptionist about you every 5 seconds for the last hour or so.

He sighed as he finished the last sentence of the last chapter, of the book he was so caught up on, and as on cue, you went in the doors as he closed the book.

Bakugou felt anxiety doubling the beating of his heart as he saw you talking to the receptionist. He started to walk to you, replaying the speech he had decided on the day before to talk to you. But as you lifted your head and your gaze found his, he forgot everything that was on his mind.

And awkward silence sneaked in between you both as he towered over you. "Uh, hey," Bakugou mumbled.

"Hey." You said. "Umm, where is doctor Kirishima?" Ouch, Bakugou thought. He knew you didn't do it on purpose but it hurt anyway. "He won't be with you today," Bakugou told you, you didn't know why he looked so tired today, but how did he still look so damn handsome? "I will."

Your eyes widened as you understood what he said relief and anxiety washing over you at the same time.

You didn't trust your voice to say anything, so you just nodded.

As you sat in his office, awkwardly tapping your fingers according to a rhythm, you didn't know he was trying to gather up the courage to apologize. You didn't even mean to come in today, but you just didn't want him to see you as a coward, even more so. So you anxiously eyed the room when your eyes found the book you had left. He saw you looking at your book that was on his desk, and he smiled. "I finished the book."

"Does that mean I can have it back now?" You asked, making him grimace. He expected you to shower him with questions, to talk about it, to hear your voice... but apparently not.

"Yeah- yeah sure." You took the book back, holding it so hard, your knuckles turned white.

Bakugou sighed. "I missed you, you know."

Your heart started to beat so fast you were glad you were at a hospital. "Well, that isn't my fault." Bakugou didn't want to, but he smiled nonetheless. "No, it's not, it was me being an asshole."

"Right." You answered cynically, earning an angry look from the explosive guy.

"And I thought it was... for the best." He went on.

"Oh, of course, what else could it be?" You just couldn't seem to hold your tongue back today, and he was aware of that too.

"Can you not make this any harder?" He finally said gruffly. "I'm trying to fucking say that I'm-" his eyes widened as he realized what he was saying, that he was apologizing. But for the first time in his life, it didn't feel necessarily wrong.

"That I'm sorry."

You didn't need him to explain why he did what right now, just hearing that he was sorry was enough for you, so you smiled. "It really hurt, you know?" You told him as he started to walk towards you.

"I know." He answered, "and I'm fucking sorry." His hands held your arms as if he was about to pull you into a tight hug. But it wasn't necessarily a hug he was pulling you into. "But I can make it up to you." He whispered as he leaned in.

"And how are you going to do that?" You asked, but those were the last words you said before feeling the soft lips pressing on yours.

Your hands went to his hair almost instinctively, and you smiled into the kiss as you felt how damn soft they were.

***

"Remember that bagel promise we had? We could either do that or I could keep kissing you." He told you, smirking when he realized how breathless you were.

"But what about the..." your voice trailed off when you noticed the small band-aid on your arm. "When did you even do this?!"

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Valentine's Day

Valentine’s Day special. I haven’t really written in a while due to life. Been going through some health problems as well as trying to get out of a toxic situation. I am almost completely out of it now so in the spirit of the season of love, here is a little something. Imagine whoever you like, I tried to make it gender neutral for both sides. I took it as a personal challenge to do this as I have too many characters/people that I simp for so have fun. Also the Leonardo da Vinci thing is actually a conversation I have had with coworkers and something I have put on for a question for a dating site for research purposes lol.

Reader x any character/person

Warning: use of pet names (love, honey, sweetie, darling), fluff?? (if that’s a warning lol)

-2 years ago February 14th-

The snow came down in a sloshy mess, making you regret ever going out of your house that day. Your shoes and the socks inside were completely soaked and now your car is stuck on the side of the road, bogged down in the slush and ice and refusing to start. The tow truck was taking forever but you understood as you were sure there were others in worse situations. Multiple cars pass you, their headlights blinding you as they do so. An hour or so goes by and you are bored out of your mind when another set of headlights approaches but this set seems to be slowing down. You assume it is the tow truck, so you sit up and get ready to finally get out of the cold. The car stops and parks behind you, headlights illuminating the area around your car. You glance in the side mirror to see the driver of the vehicle exit their vehicle and make their way to your driver side window. Right away you notice, this is not a tow truck driver but just some random person. When they reach your window, you slightly roll it down and realize that they aren’t a stranger. They don't immediately recognize you due to the darkness in your car but you can tell right away that it is your neighbor.

“Hey, just wanted to see if you were alright or if you needed any help? I saw your car here earlier and when I passed I saw there was someone inside. It’s quite cold and I just wanna make sure you have a tow called at least,” your neighbor asked you, still not realizing it was you.

“Yeah, I have a tow called, they are just taking a long time.”

“Oh, hey Y/n. I didn’t realize it was you. How long have you been out here? It’s too cold to be stuck on the side of the road.”

“A few hours now, I tried to push myself out but that was futile. Now, I just have wet socks.”

“How about you come warm up in my car while we wait for the tow truck? You don’t need to be getting sick.”

“That would be wonderful, thank you!” You were glad to be in a vehicle with a heater at the moment. You never really got a chance to talk to your neighbor much besides quick passes when getting mail or bringing in groceries or coming back from work. As you both waited for the tow, you really got to know them and vice versa. You talked about almost anything under the sun, from work to outlandish questions such as “Do you think Leonardo da Vinci is a bottom or a top?” You felt comfortable with each other and even after the whole fiasco of your car you both decided to keep conversing more regularly. It truly was the start of a beautiful friendship and maybe something more.

-1 year ago February 14th-

Knock, knock, knock! The taps you heard on your door brought you out of your focus on your phone. Not expecting any company, you hurriedly walked to the door so that you could spy through the peephole first. As you peered out the small opening in your door, you realized no one was there. Curious, you opened the door to find a bouquet of flowers and a box sitting on the welcome mat in front of your door. A smile graced your face as you bent down to pick up the note in the bouquet.

To my love this Valentine’s Day,

Last years Valentine’s may have been rough,

But this year please enjoy this cream puff

You giggled to yourself as you set the note back in the flowers and brought both the box and bouquet inside. Both are set on the table and you open to reveal the promised puff pastry with a pink center and strawberries poking out the sides. They know you so well, as they should as it has been almost a year of the two of you dating. Only about one month after your car stranded you, did you and your neighbor start to date. You both clicked instantly and it was only natural that you tried dating and that had led you to now, enjoying a cream puff and tea as the meal you had planned for Valentine’s Day cooked in the oven. Neither of you really wanted to deal with the crowds and other couples this Valentine’s day, so you decided to stay in and watch movies and enjoy each other's company. The meal was a surprise from you that they did not know about but you were hoping that they would like.

4pm rolled around and right on the dot… knock knock knock! You opened the door to their smiling face and open arms and immediately walked right into them for a hug and a peck on the lips.

“Hello, my love,” they greeted.

“Hi, how are you sweetie?”

“I’m doing great darling. What is that delicious smell?” They ask as they come into your residence.

“I decided to surprise you with dinner! I know we were just going to order in but I thought this would be nice. I also got snacks for our movie marathon, and I got blankets and pillows ready for us to cuddle into.”

“Well isn’t this going to be the best Valentine’s day.”

-Now, February 14th-

Music played lightly so as not to wake your partner as you stared down at the pan cooking your food in front of you. You wanted to surprise them this morning with breakfast but the surprise was soon spoiled as you felt arms wrap around you. The sudden touch made you squeak slightly in surprise causing them to chuckle in response.

“Good morning honey,” they greet you, nuzzling their face into your neck, arms wrapping even tighter around your waist from behind.

“Good morning. Was the music too loud?” you ask worried that you had woken them up.

“Nah, I just missed you being in my arms so I came to rectify that.”

“Well, unfortunately, I have to continue breakfast or it is going to burn. How about you help me finish and then we can cuddle in bed while we eat?”

“I guess that could work, but cuddles the rest of the day as well or no deal.”

“That’s a deal I am perfectly okay with. You can start on the pancakes,” you instruct. The two of you spend the next 20-30 minutes enjoying each other's company, dancing to the music, and of course making the food. Once finished, you both bring your food and tea to your shared bedroom and settle into your bed. They put on the show that you have been watching together and like promised, you spend the rest of the day in bed cuddled together except for bathroom breaks and food grabs.

You knew one thing from there on out, every Valentine’s day with them would be the best because they would be there.

#valentine #actually multiple #gender neutral imagine #dc x yn #marvel x y/n #dsmp x y/n #mcyt x y/n #youtubers x reader #too many fandoms #bands #books #artists #actors/actresses #fluff imagine

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The Queen Makes Her Choice: Part 6

This is the final chapter to a multi-part smutty fic with the MLQC boys. This might be the filthiest thing I've ever written 😂

This whole series is for those 18+ only.

Catch up:

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Miracle finder makes it impossible to see anyone, and even if it hadn’t, it wouldn’t matter.

Gavin is on a mission, Victor is on a trip, Kiro is on tour, and Lucien…

…well, Lucien isn’t replying, or posting, or commenting.

No surprise there.

I have no idea if he’ll show on Saturday even though the rest of them will be there. I’ve booked us a private room in one of Loveland’s hottest “sky clubs” - a lounge located at the top of a high rise with nothing but large glass windows and views for days to accompany the drinks and people.

It was a splurge on my salary, but I have to do this right.

If I do this right well...

...maybe there's hope of keeping them all by my side.

There’s still no reply from Lucien as I get ready an hour before everyone is supposed to meet. I decide to tell him that I need him there, and let that be the end of it.

I don’t have much in my closet for this event, but buried in the back I find an old clubbing outfit from my birthday two years ago. The top is an iridescent blueish-purple with spaghetti straps, a revealing back, and cropped to show my midriff. I pair it with a flowy dark skirt that balances out its sex appeal, tying my hair back, and putting on a simple necklace to show off my neckline.

I feel pretty and knowing that I’m about to meet four (well, hopefully four) men who have all confessed to me, I feel confident that they will too.

—

I arrive early and finish my drink too quickly in the hopes of calming my nerves. The waitstaff gets me another and I tell myself to cool it for fear of getting too drunk before they all arrive.

The room I’ve reserved is bigger than I expected, with seating that could easily accommodate 25 people. There are standing cocktail tables and ink blue couches that have a soft, velvet fabric accompanied by tables for drinks.

I’ve settled into the center of one of the couches and I’m distracting myself on my phone, hoping that my nerves will fade when I hear the door open.

I’m surprised that its Lucien who I see first.

“I didn’t think you were coming?!” I say.

He kisses me before sitting next to me, looking around the room.

“I wasn’t sure if I would.”

“But why?”

He sighs and shakes his head, smiling.

“Too much thinking. Too much worrying.”

I have more questions, but I won’t get to ask them as Victor enters next. Upon seeing Lucien I can see his defenses go up. He puffs out his chest, tilts up his chin sneering at him, making no attempt to hide what can only be described as a very sour expression.

I get up and stand between them, gently taking Victor’s hand and guiding him to sit beside me on the couch. Sandwiched between him and Lucien, I thank him for coming. The mood only grows more tense with each addition.

Gavin is next.

Kiro is last.

It’s clear that they all thought I had planned something for them and them alone based on the disappointment I see on their faces when they register their competition in the room. Once they’re all assembled, Lucien and Victor on either side of me, Gavin pouting with his arms crossed and standing by one of the cocktail tables and Kiro who paces like a wild animal in a cage, I begin.

“I know you’re all eager to understand what this is about,” I say. “And I first want to thank you all for being in my life.”

There are gruff acknowledgments all around, but no real words or statements from anyone. I can tell by the way they’re drinking and refilling their glasses that they’re just as nervous as I am, and not wanting to drag things out I continue.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want in my partner, and I keep coming back to daily life. Waking up next to someone I love each morning, making breakfast, hearing about their day…”

It’s then I look at each of them, one by one.

“…and I’ve come to the conclusion that none of you can do that for me.”

“Now wait a minute,” Gavin starts to say and I cut him off.

“You’re always gone on some mission for God knows how long.”

I turn to look at Lucien, “You disappear on me at the drop of a hat…”

Then Victor, “…you spend 50% of your time doing business outside of Loveland City….”

And finally Kiro, “…and you’re on tour for the foreseeable future.”

They all seem bashful because they know I’m right.

They all know they couldn’t be 'the one' unless they all made major concessions for me.

“So I think for now, until things change, I will commit to none of you and all of you.”

There’s shock from Gavin.

Laughter from Victor.

Annoyance from Kiro.

Anger from Lucien.

Gavin quickly spits out “That’s…” but Victor cuts him off.

“Only fair. None of us can really run to her side when she needs us, but between the four of us we can take care of her.”

I’m stunned that he actually agrees, not just understands.

I thought that out of the four he might be the most difficult to convince, but suddenly I’m watching as he argues with Kiro about what it means to love me. Lucien is silent, along with Gavin. They listen as they wrestle with what they already know about our world to their ability to accept being a part time boyfriend.

There’s silence when Victor reminds them aloud of the danger I face.

Being with me is not just being there for the good times, though I’m grateful that lately there’s been many. This time of peace may disappear just as easily as it arrived and they all know it, even if they don't want to admit it.

I’m surprised when Gavin is the second to agree to keeping things as they are, with the caveat that I not think about anyone but him when we’re together. I find myself feeling shy and can feel the heat creep into my cheeks as I nod back at him, knowing that his request is easily fulfilled.

Satisfied by my reply he smirks before making it known that he doesn’t want to discuss things further and will invite me on a date soon, leaving me with the others.

I can tell that Kiro is close to compromising, but Lucien beats him to the punch.

“Alright,” he says with that smile of his. “This just gives you more time to decide that you love me most.”

The comment makes Kiro look as if he’s going to rip Lucien’s head off, and he charges towards him. Victor puts his hand out and holds Kiro back, reminding him that this is not about how they feel about each other but how they feel about me.

Lucien quietly laughs and whispers in my ear, “I will try sticking around in the future in order to prove to you that I’m all you need, if that’s truly what you’re looking for.”

“It is,” I say.

I’m not lying, but for now I’m relieved to have found a loophole.

I’m relieved that it seems I will not have to choose after all.

“While I don’t like the idea of leaving you with these two, I must be off to a prior commitment. I only meant to stop by because you were insistent. And because I will always be there for you, despite what you may think.”

He’s being mysterious but I can tell whenever we’re together he can’t help but be pulled back to me as much as he tries to run away.

I can tell that he looks for excuses to be with me, even when he's busy.

“Thank you Lucien,” I say and mean it.

I’m grateful that I don’t have to say goodbye, especially to him.

I’m surprised when he kisses me, deeply, in front of the others and I can feel that his eyes are on them as he does it, almost as if he’s challenging them.

When he pulls away I watch as Victor rolls his eyes as Kiro grows incensed again. Lucien pretends not to care and leaves, ignoring the string of obscenities that flows out of Kiro.

“Enough,” Victor eventually says, sighing and returning to the couch next to me.

“I understand why we’re doing what we’re doing,” Kiro says, still standing. “But doesn’t it bother you seeing that?”

“No,” Victor says coolly. “It only motivates me to please her more.”

I feel his hand wrap around my midriff and he kisses me, passionately, in front of Kiro. I let out a surprised moan and after a moment he pulls away with a smirk.

“See?”

I’m embarrassed and I quietly scold him for kissing me like that in front of Kiro. Not to be outdone, Kiro comes over and kisses me too. I can taste the cocktail on him and the wine on Victor and between the alcohol and their touch I realize that I feel a bit light headed.

As Kiro kisses me, I feel Victor’s hand travel under my skirt and up my thigh. He starts rubbing me and I moan, prompting Kiro to deepen his kiss, moving his hands from my face to my neck and then chest. When he pulls away, Victor capitalizes on the opportunity and kisses my neck as he slides one of his fingers into me.

I can tell they’re both more intoxicated than they’d ever admit, and to be honest, so am I.

Sober me would have stopped this but drunk me is flying high on everything that is happening. It feels too good to worry about the waitstaff walking through that door, and I close my eyes knowing that Kiro is watching Victor play with me, eagerly awaiting his turn.

He’s impatient though, and my top comes off leaving me fully exposed to both the men and the city beyond the large glass windows. I feel myself reaching for both of them, to make them feel as good as they’re making me feel and I feel Victor’s other hand unbutton his pants.

What happens next is a bit of a blur.

It’s almost as if I come back to myself, stripped bare and breathing heavily on a couch that isn’t mine and in a lounge where anyone could have walked in at any moment. I see the two men next to me, panting and satisfied on either side, tucking their shirts back in as they return to a disheveled version of the men that appeared earlier in the night.

I will pretend that I don’t remember bouncing on top of Victor as I sucked on Kiro. I will pretend that I won’t remember finishing both of them on my knees, with my hands and my mouth before letting Victor finish me with his mouth while Kiro watches on, all the while stimulating my other sensitive spots.

I will pretend I don’t remember Victor playing with time to drag out my pleasure when it finally comes, and that I do not giggle when Kiro whines, “Oh come on, that’s just cheating…”

When the waitstaff finally do enter, we are all fully clothed and in the process of sobering up with cold glasses of water. I worry that the room reeks of sex and that they know what happened, but it would appear that they are none the wiser.

Victor grabs the tab that I was supposed to pick up and pays for everything, leaving just as much in tip before saying to us, “Let’s get out of here.”

On the street we are silent - the cold air sobering us to the reality that lies beyond.

“Do you mind if I take her home?” Victor asks Kiro politely, and I’m surprised when Kiro shakes his head.

“I have to catch an early flight for our next leg of the tour.”

“You’ll keep in touch, right?” I ask, almost scared that the greediness of my actions will catch up with me, but Kiro just smiles his bright, pop star smile.

“Of course Miss Chips. Until we meet again.”

He kisses me sweetly, and neither he nor Victor seem to care that the other is present for this moment.

He leaves and Victor takes my hand, slowly walking me back home.

We’re silent for a few blocks before he starts chuckling out of seemingly nowhere.

“What?!” I demand.

“You continue to surprise me.”

I look at him, puzzled as to what he’s talking about and he continues.

“I’ll have to come up with a new contract to ensure I get at least one fourth of your time.”

He’s teasing me, but I know him well enough to know that he’s actually impressed at how I’ve managed to get what I want despite how things are usually done. He’s known from the start that I haven’t wanted to say goodbye.

That I’m not ready to.

There’s kindness in what he’s saying, and it’s not lost on me. As much as I know he wants me for himself, he won’t rush me.

He loves me too much to do that.

They all do.

The topic changes quite naturally and before I know it we’re chatting as if our salacious night never happened. He’s mocking me for being a glutton and I’m pretending to be outraged that he’d call me such.

I invite him in because I’m back faster than I expected and to my disappointment, he refuses me.

“LFG calls,” he says, and I can tell he’s disappointed too.

“Ok. Thanks for walking me home.”

He smiles and kisses me and just as I turn to open the door to my building and head inside, he grabs my arm.

“But now that I know what you want, soon enough you won’t have this excuse to keep the others around…”

He lets go and turns on his heel, not glancing back and walking away with the kind of confidence and swagger I know only he posses. My heart races as I watch him turn the corner and out of my sight before turning in.

—

I shower the night off of me and change into cozy pajamas, crawling into bed. I have four messages, one from each of them, all wishing me good night and reminding me that this is for now.

“One day work won't consume my life,” Victor repeats.

“One day I will prove to you that I can stay,” Lucien says.

“One day my mission will be complete,” Gavin promises.

“One day it will only be us,” Kiro muses.

One day.

But until that day, I will savor having all them in my life.

And I will love them all as much as they love me, for as long as I’m allowed.

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Black as the devil, pure as an angel

Happy 31st Good Omens anniversary! (i’m late as usual)

A little story about Aziraphale and Crowley popped up in my head and I tried to write it down.

This is my first story and my first language is not English (so don’t expect a masterpiece out of this): any correction or comment will be appreciated!

(All material related to Good Omens is the property of Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett.)

Black as the devil, pure as an angel

London, Monday, 10th May 2021

"Hey, this is Antony Crowley, you know what to do, do it with style"

-biiiiiiip-

"Ah, hello, it's me… ...Aziraphale! Well, ehm, it's been a while since we spoke and I suppose you're still sleeping in this moment because you aren't answering the phone. I just hope you aren't sleeping on the ceiling or on the walls: I'm pretty confident to say that's not comfortable for your backbone and I know for sure you have a perfect soft bed in your room. Also, last time I saw you up there, I almost had a heart-attack and I'd like to avoid it, even if I'm sure I can't die of that since I'm not human, but… ...oh, I wandered off too much with this!

Ehm, I called to inform you that lately the situation here in London seems to have improved and, since some restrictions have been lifted, I thought we could maybe meet again when you'll wake up: my bookshop will be open just for you at every hour!

Oh, don't worry if you'll be a bit sleepy: I'll prepare my special qahwah (kahve/caffè) in a jiffy! Well, it's not so special, it's just an old recipe I learnt because… ...oh, not that, it's a secr…. ehm, it's not important at all!

I… I… hope to see you soon, my chuck-… my dear!"

Aziraphale hung up the phone and started fidgeting with his golden ring almost immediately: "I shouldn't have called him: it didn't go how I planned", he muttered to himself. Unsurprising, the phrase "it went down like a lead balloon" popped up immediately in his head.

He had been rehearsing the call for ten days, preparing himself for every possible scenario, but in the end he went completely off-script after a few words, letting his emotions spill too much in his tone.

But what worried him the most was the moment he let slip the words "old recipe" from his mouth: not for the recipe per se, but because of the little secret behind it.

"I'm quite sure - he said out loud using a hopeful tone to calm himself - I was able to stop in time, thanks goodness! I’m sure that he won't ask anything even if Crowley notices something, because he'll think there is just a boring story behind it".

While he was heading for the kitchenette to make a cup of tea (there is no problem that couldn't be fixed with a good cuppa), he halted midway and wondered: "Why did I call coffee in that ancient way?"

The reason for that ancient name was very old, pretty much as old as Aziraphale's secret: a little more than four hundred years old.

Venice, 1596

"...and just a cup of qahwah for me" said a guest all clad in black who was slouching on a chair in the most luxurious house of the city.

The young waiter who was taking the order, looked at him a bit perplexed for the last order.

"Right, that was Arabic" chuckled Crowley "bring me some kahve or whatever is called here".

"Oh, caffè, here it’s called caffè here, Siór!” [1] , said the young one, ”How much sugar would you like in your cup?” added hasty at the demon's expression.

“I'll have Sade kahve but with a bit of cardamom. Remember to grind finely the beans”.

The waiter was still lost but the other guest at the table helped him with a smile: "He doesn't want any sugar in his caffè, dear"

“I'll bring everything as soon as possible" said the young man and, after bowing a little, he headed for the counter.

Aziraphale was a bit surprised by what just happened: "It seems you are the meticulous one today: I have almost never seen you so specific with your food or drink order, unless alcohol was involved". He also added: "I just hope you didn't want to mess with the poor waiter".

No, angel, I didn't pull a prank. I have been drinking coffee for a while: but since my last mission in Malta [2] I have been loving it: Altan was the best at making it, but he went to Rome", Crowley said with a sigh.

"The funniest thing - he continued, smiling - is that I was lured to that because I thought it was an alcoholic drink since they called it qahwah, that also means wine. At first I was a bit disappointed but later I discovered it helps to stay awake during boring stuff: it did wonder with every task Hell gives me."

"I tasted some qahwah some times ago but it was too energetic for me… but maybe I should try it to deal with Gabr… ehm, with tedious tasks". Crowley politely didn't mention Aziraphale's little slip but smiled a bit inside.

When the order arrived the angel observed how his partner smelled and tasted happily the concoction humming approvingly:

"I didn't think you were a coffee connoisseur" Aziraphale joked.

"It's not so bad for someone with so little experience: you should try it sometimes. If you're done with your food, let's organize our Arrangement. For my report…"

They discussed their work for a couple of hours, drinking coffee. Aziraphale tasted it too (a lot sweeter than the demon) but in the end he still preferred his tea. The angel, however, decided he'd propose another place with coffee, since Crowley enjoyed that drink so much.

Milan, Four years later

"Why can't I have a cup of coffee?" Sulked a very crossed demon who was missing a couple of years of sleep due hellish work. "Lent was over 2 month ago, wasn't it?"

The owner of the shop was distraught: "The priest told us that is not proper now, Sir: the Infidels are using it and - he started whispering - it seems that's a Devil's plant".

"I'm pretty sure that the Devil wasn't involved in any botanical project, even before Falling, and he has never tried any coffee. Instead, if you are speaking about demons, I am the onl-"

"Why don't we order wine instead this time?" Interrupted quickly Aziraphale before Crowley could say something more compromising. The unhappy demon agreed begrudgingly so several bottles of red wine were shared among them.

"I'm sorry for your coffee, Crowley. It seems idiotic banning a plant just because somebody else has it".

"Well, they copied the idea from the Boss: God was the first to ban a plant, you and I should remember that easily" Crowley snickered.

Aziraphale started blushing and his cheeks soon were as red as that famous fruit: "ah, it… i-it wasn't just a normal fruit and that was part of God's plan… I suppose.". That phrase was just commented by the demon with a bemused expression.

"So, Crowley, what are you going to do with this? Are you going to tempt a lot of people to drink coffee?"

"Nah, I'm already too busy with Hell's job at the moment. It would be too troublesome to convince people and especially priests: those at top are the worst."

I'm sure I'll miss the ability of coffee to transform random thoughts into ingenious ideas: humans were experts at using that!" The demon slouched sadly on the chair.

Aziraphale would have missed the improved human genius too but, in his opinion, would have regretted more not seeing his demon's smile but he said nothing. He instead started thinking if there was something he could do and soon became lost in his thoughts.

"...anything there?"

"Sorry, what was that?"

"I told you I'll go back to Spain tomorrow for a temptation: do you need anything there?"

"Oh, nothing special, just the usual [3] we can share and those books, if you could be so courteous." Aziraphale happily answered, giving him a neat written list.

"Are you going to stay here long, angel?"

"Oh, no, I'm departing for Rome the day after tomorrow… … I know you don't like it because of the absurd amount of consecrated ground there, you don't need to make a face each time I mention it"

"And every pope makes the problem worse."

The angel assumed a grim expression: "I have to meet pope Clement VIII for the closing ceremony of the Jubilee"

"You don't seems pleased"

"The Archangels, especially Sandalphon, think highly of him, but I don't… appreciate him, especially after he burned at the stake messer Giordano Bruno and other poor humans."

Crowley liked discussing the stars and the universe with Giordano: he tried to warn the poor man but he was too stubborn to listen.

"May I reciprocate your favour from Spain? Maybe some wine?" Suggested the angel.

"Only if you're sure the bottles are not blessed - Crowley shuddered - I still remember last time I was wrong".

"Are you sure it will be enough?"

"I'm sure, angel. Let's party now and forget our troubles for now".

Unfortunately Aziraphale couldn't party happily because he couldn't forget what happened with the cup of coffee and he thought his favour was too small: he decided he should do something about it!

Luckily the following morning was more propitious and he found a way to repay Crowly for his favour: he'll find a way to lift the ban on coffee.

The only remaining problem was how to do that.

Rome, a week later

Aziraphale was reading the same line of the missive for the third time in a row at his desk: the angel was too distracted because hadn't found a solution for his "problem" yet.

"I bet I have the solution under my nose but I can't see it" mumbled the angel touching the pope's sigils on the papers.

"Of course, the pope! - he yelled happily - He is the highest authority for the priests: he could convince everybody that drinking coffee is not bad if he tastes it himself".

"I just need to learn how to make the best coffee ever". A name came back to his mind, the name Crowley gave him: Altan.

Immediately he used a little miracle to locate him that led him to a small cemetery outside the city and on the grave and there were few sweets with a little cup: unfortunately Altan died 10 years before. The angel bowed a little to pay respect.

A big Turkish man came next to him and inquired "Did you know my father?".

"I didn't but my... acquaintance considered him a genius and was very fond of his qahwa, ehm, kahve. He'll be sad when he'll know he died."

"I'm Osmanek. May I ask you what brings you here mister...?

"Oh, I'm Aziraphale. I came here to learn how to make the best coffee ever: I hope his art was inherited by you."

"Luckily it was not lost: I loved to help him make coffee. Before revealing my secrets I have a question for you: are you doing this for your… acquaintance?"

Aziraphale nodded: "I'd like to prepare him some coffee he loves, but at the same time I'd love to see everyone have a coffee whenever they fancy, like in your birthplace. To make that possible, however, I have to let somebody else drink your coffee to.. ..to tempt him saying it's not a bad thing: that person is the pope Clement".

The angel knew what he was asking for and couldn't hold the gaze of the man anymore.

"I understand -he continued sadly- if you don't want to help me since I have seen how much that man has been hurting your brothers and sisters…" The angel couldn't say anything else, overpowered by his memories and bowed his head to hide the tears in his eyes: he has seen too many inconceivable deaths in the name of faith

Osmanek observed Aziraphale for a little moment: he was sure there was no lie in his words. "No, - he smiled - I can't leave you after you poured your heart out: I'll help you and your friend to tempt the Pope."

"Oh, oh, thank you! - and the angel added hastily - But he's not my friend, we barely know each other!"

The man started smiling brighter than ever and guided him to his house.

Immediately after they arrived, Osmanek offered his guest a cup of his special kahve with few sweets. Aziraphale tried just a sip of coffee and he was immediately in love: "Now I know why Crowley likes it so much: it's so scrumptious even without those sweets!"

"I call this Altan kahve in honour of my father: I will teach you how to prepare it for your fr… aquietance but I ask you to not give any of this to the pope. For him, I'll give you another tasty recipe"

"Oh, I agree with you: the pope doesn't deserve that perfection!"

Osmanek patiently taught Aziraphale everything he should know: how to roast and grind the beans, how to use the small pot "cezve", the ratio perfect between coffee and water, how to boil and froth the concoction and which flavours could be used.

In the beginning everything felt so difficult for Aziraphale and he failed a lot. However the angel was very stubborn and, thanks Osmanek's tips and teaching, he was able to make an excellent cup of coffee in a couple of days.

"I hope this will be good enough" mumbled the angel.

"Trust me, it will be too good for the pope", he chuckled. "Now let's see how good you are with Altan's coffee. I'll give you a final tip: imagine you are preparing some coffee for your acquaintance and not me".

"Why…?"

"If I'm right, it will taste better"

Still perplexed and a bit nervous, Aziraphale went into the kitchen and, following the last advice, he prepared meticulously the dark drink, flavouring with cardamom and finally pouring it in two kahve fincanı, a dark one and a light one. The smell seemed quite promising.

Osmanek took the darkest cup and, after smelling the aroma, he tasted it. After a few seconds, he smiled "In my native Country there is a proverb that says the coffee should be black as hell, strong as death, and sweet as love but for your coffee this doesn't sound right". He put the empty fincanı on the table.

"I think - he continued - the Italian expression suit it better"

"I'm sorry but I don't know it" the angel was starting to worry he messed up something even if the man was smiling fondly.

"Il caffè deve essere caldo come l'inferno, nero come il diavolo, puro come un angelo e dolce come l'amore.". [4]

The angel took his courage and drank his coffee: in his opinion, it wasn't perfect as Osmanek's but it tasted like something Crowley would enjoy and that was the best feeling ever.

The angel couldn't stop smiling: "Oh, I am so grateful to you! But I don't know how I can repay you for this"

"Your happiness is enough: I'll bring you everything you need".

Aziraphale didn't agree with him so he performed some miracles and blessings.

Osmanek came back with some coffee beans, flavours and utensils. There were also three kahve fincanı: two were familiar (the dark and the light ones) but the other was new (and very flashy).

"Oh, that's for the pope: I have always hated that cup and I hope it'll break when that man wants coffee most"

"Oh, that cup will do that, I can assure you" the angel promised with a mischief smile.

Aziraphale finally bid farewell, still thanking Osmanek profusely.

Two months later was the time to put the plan in action: the pope was in the library at 2 a.m. and he was getting tired but he had a lot of work to do. Aziraphale approached him: "I may have the right solution for your Excellency: it's a healthy concoction that promotes wakefulness and wonderful ideas. It was discovered b-"

"I don't care, - interrupted the holy man - give me that drink and let's hope it works".

"God gives me strength" whispered under his breath the angel while preparing some coffee that suited the pope's taste.

When the cup of coffee was ready, it was given to Clement VIII: he grabbed it and started drinking absent-mindedly. The smell and the taste were so good that he woke almost immediately.

"Librarian, what is this?"

"As I was saying, this is coffee"

"Why has nobody given me this miraculous drink? The taste is divine and it works perfectly!"

"I suppose nobody wanted to offer your Excellency any drink consumed by Muslims. Some people also believe coffee is a Devil's plant. In my op-"

"I don't care: it's too good to be Satan's plant and we mustn't let the infidels have exclusive use of coffee."

Aziraphale was quite happy: it seemed his plan worked out nicely.

"Maybe we could bless the beans or use some holy wate-"

"NO" shouted the angel, emanating some angelic power unconsciously "Please, DON'T".

For the first time in his life, the pope was scared he felt like a little child in front of a giant warrior.

"Ehm, please - said more calmly Aziraphale - never suggest it again or let somebody do that. Just tell everyone coffee could be drank by anybody".

The pope could only nod affirmatively.

"Right!"

Now the angel was sure he was successful in his endeavour and soon could have a coffee with Crowley.

Aziraphale stayed in Rome for another three weeks, just in time to witness a fincanı to break neatly in two, pouring coffee on some important papal documents.

On his journey to London he stopped to Osmanek's house and updated him on what had happened in that time (especially the broken cup).

London, Monday, 10th May 2021, 30 minutes after Aziraphale's call.

In the end Aziraphale made some of his special coffee with his cezve: he was missing Crowley so much.

"What if i woke him up while he just wanted to sleep a bit more?"

"No, angel, - a familiar voice answered - I want to stay awake with you for a while"

"Crowley" cheered Aziraphale

"Coffee?"

"In a jiffy" and he poured the drink in two old contrasting kahve fincanı.

"So, what's the secret behind this old recipe?" Crowley asked with a mischievous smile.

----------------------Notes----------------------

[1] Siór = mister (venetian dialect)

[2] Malta = Crowley had been at the great siege of Malta in 1565 https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Siege_of_Malta

[3] Usual = local goodies (especially wine and alcohol)

[4] "Il caffè deve essere caldo come l'inferno, nero come il diavolo, puro come un angelo e dolce come l'amore" = "coffee must be hot as hell, black as the devil, pure as an angel and sweet as love"

To write this I took some info from wikipedia about the history of coffee: if you want to learn something more accurate than my story, look here and here.

#goodomens #aziraphale #crowley #coffee #good omens #i should have slept instead #happy 31st anniversary

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slightlymore · 4 years

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Rumours | Part 2

Part 2 to this request

Warnings: smut lol

Part 1

I don't want to sleep with you. I don't want to sleep with you. If you raised your hand and touched me I would feel nothing. You do nothing to me. I don't want it. I don't want to sleep with you-

"Stop it" Johnny's hand suddenly cupped your knee. You blinked as if awoken from a dream and stared at his fingers first then at his face. He was referring to how your leg was making the whole desk shake just a few seconds ago.

"Sorry, I wasn't doing it on purpose", you whispered looking away.

"Is everything alright? You seem anxious", he smiled kindly while his fingers gently caressed your knee as if soothing you.

Thanks. It only made things worse.

"I am fine", you replied with a squeaky voice.

Johnny looked at your almost pained expression, teeth biting down on the pencil, shoulders raised up in tension and just chuckled. Shrugging he got back to work on his part of the research.

You've been in that classroom for what felt hours but your papers were blank. Johnny's notes on the contrary were carefully written.

Easy to do that when you don't have a leaking pipe between your legs, you thought.

You closed your eyes with a deep breath. Maybe you should go on a walk, take a break.

Yeah. Maybe wash your face with cold water. Sounds good.

"Stop it or I'm going to french kiss you", he breathed out amused but faking irritation as the desk started to shake because of your leg again.

Wait.

What?

You felt your eyes widen and eyebrows rise until meeting your hairline. Without realizing you brought your fingers up to touch your lips and you felt the way your breath hitched.

Laugh, just laugh, he's joking, haha, come on, why are you shocked, he's messing with you, YN, come on, get your shit together, I swear to g-

"Not those lips" Johnny whispered leaning in slightly while staring at your mouth with a little smile.

He definitely saw how you jolted.

And he saw your shaking pupils and fidgeting fingers. He was enjoying it. What a jerk. You wanted to fight him.

You stood up on a whim. No, you weren't about to fight him. Who were you kidding? You needed to go away. You had to run away.

"Fuck-" you cursed as you hit your thigh against the edge of the desk.

"Hey-" Johnny looked at your leg. "Are you okay? Where are you-" but couldn't finish as you made a few steps and tripped on your bag's straps.

"Oh! Easy" he grabbed your arm and prevented you from falling flat on your face.

"I'm alright! I'm fine. Everything is fine", you assured him even if stuttering.

A low rumble made your head turn to look at him. His lips were pressed tightly together and his chin was shaking.

He was trying so hard not to laugh at you. But then he burst.

"No, no, wait, wait, YN, come on", he stood up and held your arm even tighter as you started to walk towards the door, mortified.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, please, stay", he added hovering over you.

You didn't want to turn around and face him. Your face was burning and you couldn't stand to feel so exposed in front of him.

“You’re allowed to laugh. It was pretty funny”, you mumbled crossing your arms on your chest.

“Will you look at me?” he asked softly. You shook your head.

Not only you had to see if the circus was open, now you were behaving like a child as well.

Johnny sighed. “I didn’t know it would affect you this way”.

Oh so now we do address the elephant in the room, huh.

“Let’s just- let’s just get back to work”, you turned around not feeling Johnny’s hand on you anymore, but he was still there making you bump your head into his chest.

“Ah-” your voice came out as a muffled sound.

Damn, it felt as if going against a wall.

Johnny’s torso vibrated on your forehead, indicating that he was laughing again. Great. There is no end to clownery.

You didn’t manage to move this time though as his fingers touched your chin and slowly raised your face to meet his gaze.

The only thing you were able to see was his neck and jawline. The desire to resist his aura and resume what you were doing before embarrassing yourself for no reason was waning.

“I thought you had some questions”, Johnny talked softly.

I don’t want to sleep with you. Come on, YN. This is what you’ve been repeating like a mantra the whole day. You don’t want it. Say it. Come on, say it. You don’t care if he’s a sex god or not.

“Yes” you whispered instead, trying to lower your head again because of the embarrassment.

Johnny let out a pensive “hm” and walked around you a few steps as if you were a pray he wanted to play with before eating. He stopped behind you and you gulped feeling his body pushing you until your thighs met the desk.

“Shall we start from the first one?” he asked, so close to your ear that you had visible goosebumps all over your body.

“What was that? This?” he touched your neck with his knuckles, going down to your shoulder, opening his palm on the side of the bust, caressing your waist, going to your stomach, stopping when he felt the button of your jeans.

“I think- I think I need a little more time to get the answer to this question-” you breathed out.

“I’m not finished”, he interrupted you, adding his other hand to the game. Then he put his lips to good use as well.

You couldn’t help it. It was overwhelming. It was too much.

You just moaned.

He wasn’t even doing that much in the first place. Groping you and kissing your neck. Was this something incredible? No. Then why you felt as if about to be thrown off the edge already?

When he slipped his cool fingers under your shirt you grabbed the edge of the desk and when he unbuttoned your jeans your whole body stretched upwards, tip toeing in his hold.

“Well” he smiled against your ear, gliding his hand underneath the fabric and making you jolt, “I was expecting some, but this exceeded my expectation” he added feeling how wet you were.

Your muscles twitched and you opened your mouth in a silent whimper as he gently picked up the pace.

But it didn’t last long. His hand soon moved and wanting to protest you turned around to look at him but the words died in your throat at the sight of his tongue licking his fingers.

He hummed at your expression. “Just tasting the meal” he explained, almost innocently. “And I must say, it’s very delicious”.

Your core got even hotter and your head lighter. You wanted to reply to that, but you had no thoughts. Not that he left you any time to do it as his hands dragged down your jeans until they met your ankles and his fingers were quick to caress your ass, making you open your legs as if he was a policeman checking if you carried something on you.

You felt so exposed. The little tiny part of your brain that still hold onto the Idontwanttosleepwithjohnny agenda was asking what were you doing.

But it soon got completely annihilated as he finally slid his fingers inside of you.

You whined loudly and he didn’t worry to tell you to keep quiet, if anything, your pretty sounds made him eager to move even quicker.

Fuck, he knew what he was doing. And he was doing it so well.

“So” he spoke up rather calmly, “the next question was?” he asked.

You let your whimpering breaths be your reply, tightening your hands on the edge of the desk and throwing your ass back to get some more.

Johnny hummed pleased. “If only you knew how beautiful you look right now”, and you grind your teeth, sucking in the air through them, feeling him so deep inside of you.

And then he wasn’t there anymore.

With a loud and dirty sound he slid his fingers out. You turned around trying to look at what he was doing through the fog of pleasure.

He smiled brightly at you as if he didn’t just fingered your pussy and grabbing your ass he made you sit on the desk, getting as close as to speak against your lips.

“Question two”, he whispered and suddenly fell on his knees, dragging your panties off your legs. He then looked up again with puppy eyes and chuckled.

“Grab my hair and direct my face where you want it” he ordered. ”Get your answer”, he added.

You swallowed nothing as your mouth got suddenly dry, completely opposite of what your dripping heat was doing, and that’s exactly where you wanted it.

His hair was soft and silky through your fingers as you nudged at his head to move. He kept on looking up at you with those honey eyes of his and it was driving you insane. His big hands wrapped your thighs and he went in.

Just like that. Burying his face between your legs, not wasting a single second.

The moan your voice formed was probably the loudest you’ve ever heard on your own lips. and your hands started to shake as you felt Johnny’s hot tongue swirling your clit.

Fuck, he was actually french kissing it.

You gripped his hair even harder while with the other arm you supported your weight on the desk.

When he raised his face to look up at you again he smiled and licked his lower lip, glistening with your juice. Then he placed the tongue on your clit again, flicking it with the tip, wanting you to see that.

“Fuck-” you whispered and threw your head back, closing your eyes, feeling Johnny’s low hums against your core.

“I think that-” you swallowed. “-I’m” you couldn’t finish your phrases. “-I’m cumming- Johnny, please-” you begged him even if not knowing for what.

When your legs started to shake by the strongest orgasm you’ve ever experienced in your whole life, you tightened your hands in his hair and he groaned doing the same with your waist, gripping it hard as if cumming himself. You were still breathing heavily while he slowly started to rise by placing soft kisses on your lower stomach, going up, lifting your shirt as he went, undressing you all.

His hands then went to your back and unclasped your bra, feeling your breasts with his palms, finally kissing your lips.

You let yourself go into the feeling, so exhausted and drained all over. He caressed you while softly biting your lower lip and you felt his hands drawing circles on your skin.

Sure that everything was over, you didn’t even notice when he unbuttoned his own jeans.

With a sudden movement he tugged you closer by grabbing your ass and filled you all up in one go.

You yelped, surprised and overwhelmed by the sudden sweet pain, panting against his lips, digging your nails into his back.

“John- Johnny”, you begged.

“Answer 3, acquired”, he spoke with a deep and breathy voice.

Yes. You gave it to him. You didn’t see or feel that many dicks before, but he was definitely the biggest on campus.

“O-okay” you replied, as if acknowledging it. “Okay” you added.

“Okay” he repeated. “Now let’s see if I can fuck you for hours or not”.

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