#I’d like to join them and dance nonstop

[mrs-gucci]

Gucci’s Girl [REPOST] {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! I originally wrote this story as an ‘x OC’ because that’s what I was writing at the time, but I decided to change it into an ‘x Reader’ story since that’s what more people like to read!

**I used a translation application for the Italian in this story. Apologies if there are any typos and/or incorrect sentences/grammar. Italian sentences/words are in italics throughout the story with translations after the sentences in parenthesis.

**This is MY OWN INTERPRETATION of Maurizio Gucci’s character, as portrayed by Adam Driver in the upcoming film, House Of Gucci.

warnings: smut. fluff. grinding. multiple orgasms. pretty vanilla sex.

(possible) tw’s: infidelity (he’s engaged, not married).

SMUT under the CUT!

“Tesoro” means “Treasure” in Italian (an affectionate nickname).

“Y/N, will you stay after for a bit?”

Mr. Gucci walks over to your desk.

“I need to ask you something.”

You nod, smiling up at your boss.

“Of course, Mr. Gucci.”

Inside, you were panicking. 

He’s never asked you to stay after work before, except on your first day, which made sense.  But this doesn’t make sense… 

He returns the smile.

“Excellent. Just come to my office.”

You continue to work, faxing and typing away until the clock read five. 

Everyone else begins to pack up and bids you farewell as you make your way up to Mr. Gucci’s office.

The wooden door has never looked more intimidating than it does in this moment, as you raise your knuckles and knock.

“Entra in.” (Come in.)

You take a deep breath before you turn the handle, forcing a smile on your face.

He looks so scary and intimidating when he sits at his desk, a fact that, when you told him, made him laugh.

“Ah, yes, Y/N. Come in, sit down.”

The chairs in his office are top-of-the-line, a refreshing change from the less-than luxurious chairs out on the floor.

Mr. Gucci lights a cigarette and takes a drag before standing up and walking around to take a seat in the chair next to you.

When he sees your confused expression, he laughs softly, taking another drag.

“I know you think I look scary sitting back there, and I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

Your eyes go wide.

“O-Oh, that’s not what I meant—“

“I know, tesoro.”

He chuckles, eyes flickering over your face before he speaks again. 

“So, the annual House of Gucci Ball is coming up, as you know.”

You nod.

“And, I was wondering...would you want to...come with me?”

Your stomach drops.

“W-What?”

The CEO looks incredibly flustered and anxious, a new look for him.

“My fiancée isn’t feeling well and as the head of the House, I really don’t want to go alone…”

In a bold move, you reach out and gently place your hand over his. He looks up at you, and you smile.

“I’d, uhh, I’d love to go, sir. It would be my pleasure.”

“Great.”

The corners of his lips tug up into a genuine smile and his eyes dart away from yours as he takes another drag.

“I’ll have the company tailor come in tomorrow and take your measurements for a gown. And you’ll come here three hours beforehand in order to have hair and makeup done.”

You’re still partially in shock as he discusses dresses and makeup and hair. 

It’s become clear to you over the past few weeks that he has feelings for you, and you think they’re the same feelings that you have for him. 

But obviously, neither of you can act on them, no matter how badly you wish you could. He’s set to be married in a few months, and there’s a very strict company policy that forbids relationships between workers and their supervisors.

So, it left this unresolved tension between the two of you, and you literally just agreed to spend an entire night at an event with him.

The reality hits and you feel lightheaded.

Oh my god, I’m going to the company ball with Maurizio Gucci.

Four Weeks Later

The elevator dings and you step out into the now-vacant office. You see several people standing around a portable salon setup, and they all turn to look at you.

“Miss Y/N?”

One of them asks.

You nod.

“Si.” (Yes.)

They quickly sit you down in the chair and begin applying makeup and doing your hair.

-

You’re tearing up a little bit as you look at yourself in the mirror. Clad in a long, form-fitting gown and in full hair and makeup, you look and feel like a princess.

The stylist hands you a small accent clutch and almost immediately after, the elevator dings, and Mr. Gucci steps out, clad in a snappy black suit, not unlike what he wears at work everyday. 

That man is never not in a suit, you’ve learned.

His eyes go wide as you step down from the small platform. Your cheeks warm under his intense gaze.

The stylist looks nervous as his eyes roam your figure. 

She speaks up a moment later, voice meek.

“Il vestito e il trucco soddisfano i suoi standard, signore?” (Does the dress and makeup meet your standards, sir?)

He tears his eyes away from you, and nods at the stylist.

“Ha superato le mie aspettative.” (It’s exceeded my expectations.)

You’re blushing madly now, unable to meet his eyes as you feel him looking at you again.

Soon, the stylist packs up and leaves just you and Mr. Gucci alone. 

He clears his throat, breaking the silence.

“You look...beautiful, absolutely beautiful, tesoro.”

You bite your lip as you look up at him, absolutely starstruck by his handsomeness. He somehow manages to look better and more attractive every time you see him. 

“You’re too sweet, sir.”

He takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. 

“Please, I’m Maurizio tonight.”

You nod, trying his name on your tongue. 

“Maurizio.”

Mr. Gucci smiles as he releases your hand.  “We have a few minutes before the car gets here...would you like some water? Espresso?”

“I’m alright, but thank you.” You say. 

A few moments of sexually-charged silence lingers between you two.

“Thank you for agreeing to join me tonight.”

He says suddenly.

“I always enjoy our time together, Y/N.”

You smile.

“Me too.”

“Really? You do?”

Maurizio blushes slightly.

“It’s just...I’m an old man, you’re a young woman...”

You chuckle as you reach out to hold his hand.

“You’re not old, sir—Maurizio. And yes, really, I do enjoy our time together.”

“I’m glad.”

He says, eyes flicking down to your lips as he leans in a little bit.

Wait...what? Is he gonna… Fuck, oh god, this can’t happen...

Honk!

He flinches at the sound, standing up straight and clearing his throat.

“I guess the car is here.”

You chuckle nervously as he holds out his hand, and you take it, walking alongside him to the elevator. 

It’s a short drive to the hotel and when you two arrive, there are swarms of paparazzi, all crowding around the car when the driver pulls to the curb. 

Maurizio clearly sees your overwhelmed expression and tension, reaching over to squeeze your hand. 

“Don’t worry, tesoro. Just stay by my side and don’t answer any of their questions, yes?”

You nod and he gets out, walking around to open your door and help you out of the car. Immediately, when the press sees that you’re not his fiancée, the cameras flash even more rapidly and voices overlap one another. 

“Sei la nuova fidanzata di Maurizio?” (Are you Maurizio’s new girlfriend?)

“Maurizio, dov’e la tua fidanzata?” (Maurizio, where’s your fiancée?)

“Strumento a mano.” (Gold digger.)

“Puttana americana.” (American whore.)

They were all basically on top of you, asking so many questions and saying so many things about you, it was incredibly overwhelming.

Suddenly, Maurizio’s voice boomed through the crowd, and everyone fell silent.

“Lasciala in pace!” (Leave her alone!)

His arm wraps tighter around your waist, pressing you even further into his side as he walks you both into the building. The cameras and crowds were almost completely silent, still, and you were just trying to process it all as the two of you walked into the event, you still tucked into his side.

He stopped just inside the door and let you go, taking your hands instead, eyebrows furrowed with worry. 

“Are you okay, tesoro? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

You shake your head, still trembling a little bit. 

“N-No, I’m okay, just a little shaken up.”

“They’re vicious and relentless...mi dispiace. I should’ve warned you about them beforehand, but I’m relieved that you’re okay.” (I’m sorry)

“It’s okay, Maurizio, really.”

You smile sadly.

“Thank you for helping me.”

He wraps an arm around you again, gently squeezing your hip before rubbing it lightly. 

“Of course, anything for mi tesoro. I’m indebted to you for joining me tonight.”

You’re blushing, eyes darting away from his. 

“Oh no, that’s not necessary. It’s an honor to accompany you, and I’m sorry that my presence caused so much trouble for you, with the press.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

He smiles, eyes lingering on you for a moment before guiding you into the massive ballroom. 

You’re absolutely stunned by the beauty of it, the chandeliers glittering on the ceiling as they illuminate the entire room. 

Maurizio seems to notice your staring, and pauses as well, chuckling softly. 

“It’s very pretty, isn’t it?”

You turn to him and nod, smiling. 

“It’s beautiful.”

Once you get inside and take your seats, Maurizio is immediately flocked with people wanting to speak with him. Some of them give you a judgemental glance or gaze, and you just look away, taking another sip of your wine. 

This is gonna be a long night.

-

Naturally, Maurizio has been talking to people nonstop all night, which was expected of course, but for some reason, you’d sort of hoped he’d make some time for just the two of you. You genuinely enjoy his company, he’s actually really kind and funny when he’s not in ‘work mode’. 

Why would he do that for you? You’re just his replacement date, Y/N, nothing more.

So, you sit back in your chair and casually nibble at the new dinner course that was put on your plates a few minutes ago. 

A dance song begins to play and suddenly, Maurizio stands up and holds his hand out for you. 

“Would you like to dance, mi tesoro?”

“Absolutely.”

You blush, biting your lip as you stand up.

He places his hand on the small of your back as you two walk onto the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck while he places his hands on your waist, holding you close as the two of you begin gently swaying to the slow tune. 

“It’s nice to step away from the table for a bit.”

He says, chuckling. 

“I only see these people once a year, so they always want to talk the night away.”

You laugh. 

“I understand, and I’m happy that I could provide an excuse for you to get away, even if only for a few minutes.”

“You’re anything but an excuse, Y/N.”

Maurizio says, blushing a bit. 

“I’ve been wanting to make some time to spend with you, but I haven’t gotten the opportunity. I’m sorry for that, this must be tedious for you.”

You shake your head. 

“No, it’s alright, although I do respect your fiancée much more now that I understand what happens at events like this.”

You jest, and he laughs.

“But, in all seriousness, I’m fine. You shouldn’t feel any obligation to keep me entertained, I understand my role for tonight.”

His face sinks ever so slightly, but he still smiles nonetheless. 

“I did hope to spend some time with you, though. Like I said, I enjoy spending time with you.”

The song suddenly ends and a much more upbeat one takes its place. 

Maurizio’s face seems to light up, and he smiles widely. 

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”

You’re suddenly lifted up and spun around. You laugh the entire time and he continues spinning you. 

The whole world seems to fade and suddenly, it’s just you two on the dancefloor. 

Your eyes are glued on one another as he sets you back down, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile so genuinely. You briefly wonder how many of these moments he gets to have with his job.

You’re still laughing as he takes your hand and tries to twirl you around. He’s laughing along with you as you start to twirl, but you forgot how long your dress is, and you start to fall backwards.

A strong arm reaches down and scoops you up before you can hit the floor, and suddenly, you’re centimeters away from his face, his breath tickling your skin. 

He’s still smiling as he slowly stands back up with you in his arms. 

“Be careful, tesoro. We’re not taking any trips to the emergency room tonight, okay?”

You smile, unable to bring yourself to take your eyes off of him as you’re placed back onto your feet, his arm still around you, holding you close. 

You allow yourself, for the first time since your internship began, to take in all of his features. You let your eyes drink in his beauty and it feels like time has stopped. He’s even more handsome up-close, his pale skin a stark contrast to his dark eyes and the freckles sprinkled across his features. 

Before you know it, he leans forward and rests his forehead on yours, his lips so close now.

“Voglio davvero baciarti, tesoro.” (I really want to kiss you right now, treasure.)

He whispers.

His voice is so deep, yet soft and full of yearning. It sends a chill down your spine.

“Non ti fermero, bello.” (I’m not going to stop you, handsome.)

“Bene.” (Good.)

He leans forward the rest of the way and your lips connect in a tender embrace. 

You close your eyes and let your hand reach up to cradle the side of his face. 

He soon pulls away, a face-splitting grin on his face. 

You’re wearing a similar expression.

“Mi chiedevo quando l’avresti finalmente fatto.” (I was wondering when you were finally going to do that.)

You giggle, nuzzling your nose against his slightly.

Maurizio laughs softly.

“Mi chiedevo quando avrei dovuto farlo anch’io.” (I was wondering when I was going to do it, as well.)

The moment is quickly ruined when you realize exactly where you are, and you’re afraid to know how many people saw that. You quickly stand up straight and so does he, both of you taking a small step away from each other as you straighten yourselves out. 

When you turn back towards the table, all of the people stare right at you, and you feel your face get hot. You look up at Maurizio when he comes up beside you.

“I think I’ll just catch a cab back to the house…”

You say, looking down.

He looks over at the table, seeing his work colleagues giving you judgemental glares. His finger gently lifts your chin until you’re looking up at him again.

“Let me take you back, tesoro. It’s the least I can do, and we can talk about...everything.”

You nod. 

“I’m really sorry about this…”

Maurizio shakes his head. 

“No, tesoro, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have done that in such a public space.”

Your cheeks get warmer. 

“Are you saying that you still would’ve done it?”

His cheeks go pink as he looks away. 

“Yes, I still would’ve kissed you, Y/N.”

Is this real?

He clears his throat, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“Why don’t you go up to the front while I retrieve our stuff from the table? I’ll make sure that no one says anything or thinks poorly of you.”

“Thank you.”

You say, smiling. 

“I’ll get them to call us a cab.”

He’s at the table for about five minutes while you wait by the door, anxious for what’s to come. 

“Sorry, mi tesoro, they tried to tell me that I shouldn’t leave early. But, I insisted on seeing you safely back to your house.”

“If you need to stay…”

You begin, but are quickly stopped.

“No, I’m going with you.”

You’re so flattered that he would leave the biggest company party of the year just for you. You.

The cab arrives shortly after and you two walk out into the warm Italian night air, hopping into the car. His hand rests gently on your thigh as the car pulls away from the curb. 

He sighs.

“I’m sorry that I got you involved in this. My life is...complicated, especially as someone constantly under the public eye.”

You don’t even want to ask this next question, but you have to.

“Maurizio, are you still engaged?”

His head turns away to look out the window.

“I’m not sure.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean, you aren’t sure? It’s a yes or no question.”

“Patrizia left me last night and she hasn’t come back.”

He says, choking up a bit.

You gently put your hand over his and he looks over at you.

“I’m really sorry, that’s...terrible. Did she say why?”

“I told her that I was taking you tonight, and she got upset.”

He sighed. 

“She asked me if I had feelings for you, since I talk to her about you almost every day…”

“You talk about me?”

Maurizio smiles softly, nodding. “Of course I do. Ever since you’ve been here, the office has been...happier. I’ve been happier.”

You take a deep breath, trying not to freak out over what you’re hearing.

“S-So, when she asked you if you had feelings for me...what did you tell her?”

He turns fully to the side, bringing a hand up to cup your face.

“Le ho detto la verita, che mi sono sentito per te sin dal primo giorno in cui sei entrato in ufficio.” (I told her the truth, that I’ve felt for you since the first day you walked into the office.)

You can’t help but smile as your face warms again, eyes darting away from his as he continues.

“Sono un uomo migliore con te nella mia vita, tesoro.” (I’m a better man with you in my life, treasure.)

“Maurizio, I…”

You begin, trying to find the right words.

“Lo so che non dovrei, ma mi sento anche per te.” (I know I shouldn’t, but I feel for you, too.)

He smiles, leaning in closer.

“Qual e la ragione dell-amore senza rischi?” (What is the point of love without risk?)

This time, you close the gap between your lips. His other hand comes to hold your face as you kiss, so much passion and want in every movement of your lips together. 

You move closer, legs draping over his lap.

Just as you make a move to sit on his lap, the cab pulls up to your house, forcing you apart.

Both of you are panting softly, eyes staring deep into each other’s.

“Tesoro, ti prego, faccio l’amore stasera.” (Treasure, please, let me make love to you tonight.)

He leans in and crashes your lips together again, this kiss filled with urgency, with lust, with need.

You nod, biting your lip.

“Ti voglio. Ho bisogno di te, per favore.” (I want you. I need you, please.)

Maurizio smiles, paying the driver before quickly hopping out of the car, rushing around to let you out. As soon as you step out, you’re swept up off your feet and carried bridal-style to the front door. You unlock the door and he quickly closes it with his foot. 

You reach up and begin planting kisses on his neck, enjoying the way he sighs softly. 

“Which one is yours?”

He asks, breathily.

“Upstairs, the loft.”

He makes his way up the small flight of stairs. 

“Is anyone else here?”

You nod. “They’re all on the first floor.”

Maurizio hums, gently placing you down on the bed before shedding his suit coat, hanging it on your desk chair, followed by his tie. He takes off his loafers and socks, placing them beneath his other clothes.

You’d barely gotten your heels off at the point. He laughs when he turns around and sees you struggling to get the shoes off. He quickly pulls it off and tosses it on the floor, holding your foot while he kisses your ankle and calf. 

He takes a moment to look at you laid back on the bed, once neatly done hair loosened, makeup a bit smudged. His lips pulled up into a smile, teeth playfully scraping at your ankle bone. 

“You have too much on, mi tesoro.”

You smile, standing up and turning away from him, silently asking him to unbutton and unzip your dress. He steps up behind you, breaths hot on your neck as his fingers work the buttons. 

His lips begin planting kisses on your shoulders, soon undoing the zipper, freeing you from the dress. You step out and stand before him in just your underwear, looking away as his eyes rake over your figure. 

Your cheeks grow hotter when you look down to see the tent growing in his dress pants.

“Etereale.” (Ethereal.)

He mutters, fingers working the buttons of his shirt, gently tossing it with his other clothes before working at the buckle on his belt. 

“Formidabile.” (Gorgeous.)

The leather belt was soon tossed onto the growing pile of clothing. He unbuttons his pants before stepping forward again, now almost right up against you. 

His hand wraps around your wrist and brings your palm to the tent in his pants, growling softly when it touches. He leaned forward, lips at your ear.

“For you, tesoro. All for you.”

You shudder as his lips plant kisses all over your neck while his hands roam your bare body, fingers teasing your breasts.

“You’re so sensitive.”

He breathes, hands squeezing your breasts gently. 

“When was the last time someone touched you like this, hm?”

“It’s been a w-while.”

You say, gasping when his thumb rolls over your pebbled nipple. 

“O-Oh…”

Maurizio grins, placing one more kiss on your neck before standing up straight, tugging his pants and boxers down. You watch in amazement when his length bobs as it’s exposed, mouth watering at the sight.

He smirks. “Do you see something you like?”

“Absolutely.”

You reply, biting your lip. 

He laughs softly. 

“Well...would you like to touch it?”

His cheeks flush pink. 

You nod, reaching to wrap your hand around the base. His eyes flutter shut at your touch, and he sucks in a breath when you begin stroking.

“Mmmmm, davvero buono.” (so good.)

His head falls back when you increase your pace, hips gently rutting forward. His eyebrows knit in the center of his forehead, small moans escaping his lips.

Suddenly, he pulls away, letting out a shaky breath as his length stirs at the loss of contact.

“You are too good at that, mi tesoro.”

He bites his lip, fingertips teasing the lace waistband of your panties.

“May I touch you now?”

You nod, jumping softly when he all but tears the material down your legs, exposing your folds. He reaches down and cups your center, eyes widening when he feels how wet you are.

“Oh,”

He whispers, fingers tracing up to rub your clit.

“Tesoro...you’re so excited already, and I haven’t even touched you.”

Your hips suddenly buck forward out of instinct, and Maurizio chuckles breathily, rubbing a bit faster. You gasp, breath catching in your throat. 

“S-Shit.”

You allow yourself to get lost in the pleasure, head falling forward onto his chest. The small noises falling from your lips get increasingly louder as you draw closer and closer to release. 

His fingers suddenly push up into you, and you almost cum right on the spot. His digits feel so much better than yours as they begin plunging in and out, scissoring occasionally. 

“Lasciatemi prendere, tesoro, e ti acchiappero.” (Let go for me, treasure, and I will catch you.)

He whispers breathily, stroking faster. 

“Andiamo.” (Let go.)

His fingers curl up inside of you, and after a few rubs on your g-spot, you’re coming with a soft cry. 

“Maurizio...oh mio dio…” (Maurizio...oh my god…)

Your knees buckle and you begin to fall, but he catches you immediately, smiling down at you as his fingers continue to work you through your climax. He leans over to kiss you again, slowly and gently pulling his fingers out. 

“Lay back, mi tesoro, and open your legs.”

He whispers against your lips, standing back up straight as you sit down on the edge of the bed before laying back. 

You spread my legs, ready to receive him, and he smiles as he climbs on top of you. He’s still wearing his glasses, and while you find that humorous and quite frankly cute, it’s also incredibly arousing for some reason. You don’t dwell on it, wanting to focus on the moment unfolding before your eyes. 

Maurizio strokes his hardened length a few times, grunting softly, before rubbing himself across your folds. His eyes shut and he takes a shaky breath as your slick spreads across his cock. He starts pressing and rubbing the tip against your clit for a bit, smirking when your hips buck up against him.

He looks down at you, lining himself up with your entrance. 

“Are you ready? I’ll go slow for you, tesoro.”

You nod and he pushes in slowly, growling softly. He shivers, stopping when he’s about halfway in.

“Is it still okay?”

Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing his hips forward while you scoot closer, pushing him in the rest of the way.

“D-Does that answer your question?”

You chuckle.

He laughs breathily, nodding. 

“Indeed, it does.”

You take deep breaths while you adjust to his size, soon nodding, letting him know that it’s okay for him to move. He pulls about halfway out before pushing back in again, exhaling loudly as he establishes a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts. 

“O-Oh, cazzo, sei fantastico.” (Oh, fuck, you feel amazing.)

Your jaw hangs open, body bouncing with each of his inward thrusts. You hold onto his biceps for dear life as his pace increases ever so slightly. 

“Maurizio,”

You breathe, looking up into his eyes. 

“Keep going, please.”

The bed squeaks as his hips’ movements grow more desperate. 

“Tesoro, I--cazzo--I’m not going to last.” (fuck)

He says, eyebrows knitted on his forehead.

“I h-haven’t done this--merda--in a w-while.” (shit)

You nod in understanding, moving your hands up to cup the sides of his face.

“It’s okay, M-Maurizio, it’s alright.”

His eyes meet yours as he growls softly, shaking his head. 

“No, it’s n-not. You deserve better, t-the best, Y/N.”

Your thumb swipes on his cheekbone as his eyes tear up with a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

“Y-You already are the best, bello, and I w-want you to cum, no m-matter if I have o-or not. I want you to p-pleasure yourself, okay? Don’t worry about m-me.” (handsome)

He smiles softly, falling onto his elbows, lips connecting with yours as he thrusts get harder. He grunts deeply with each thrust, breath hot and heavy on the side of your neck.

“Oh tesoro, I’m...close. Where…”

He searches for the right words, mind clouded with lust. He groans in frustration.

“Dove vuoi che sborra?” (Where do you want me to cum?)

You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently. 

“Sono sulla pillola. Puoi sborra dentro, se vuoi, bello.” (I’m on the pill. You can cum inside, if you want, handsome.)

These words seem to awaken something in him, his eyes going black, hips suddenly rutting quickly and desperately into you. 

“Cazzo, sei incredibile, sei perfetto, tesoro.” (Fuck, you’re amazing, you’re perfect, treasure.)

Maurizio buries his face into the crook of your neck as he reaches climax, moans and gasps muffled by your skin. He buries his cock deep inside of you, painting your walls with his release, rutting them desperately as he fills you up.

“Y/N, oh dio, prendi tutto per me. Bene, sei bravissima, mi tesoro.” (Y/N, oh god, take it all for me. Good, you’re so good, my treasure).

As soon as he finishes, his hand reaches down to rub your clit in circles, eyes meeting yours.

“C’mon, let me pleasure you now. Let go, tesoro, give yourself to me.”

Your back arches and your hips grind against his fingers, mouth full of whimpers, whines, and gasps as his fingers rub you. You grab onto his bicep when you cum, looking up into his eyes. 

“Yes, oh Maurizio, yes!”

You gasp, moaning softly as your release spreads throughout your body.

He continues to rub you through it, cock twitching slightly where it still sits inside of you, causing him to growl softly. 

After both of you take a moment to catch your breaths, he slowly pulls out, and you can see that he’s already hard again. He blushes, looking away for a moment.

“I...I’m sorry, that’s never happened before…”

You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Maurizio, you don’t need to apologize. It’s actually sort of flattering, that I can do that to you.”

He smiles softly, laying down next to you, pulling you back against him. You didn’t realize exactly how hard he actually was until you felt him pressed against your back, and you felt bad.

“Do you…I mean, I can...”

You trail off, a bit embarrassed, hoping he got the point.

Maurizio immediately shakes his head. 

“No, tesoro, don’t worry. I will be okay.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip before you speak.

“If you wanted to, you could...rub it against me.”

You feel his member twitch at your proposition, and you turn around in his arms, looking up at him. His cheeks are bright red.

“Will you show me?”

He asks quietly.

You smile, nodding. 

“All you have to do is start moving your hips against me, using my skin to rub on.”

He experimentally rolls his hips, jaw clenched as he tries to contain himself. 

“O-Oh.”

He tried it again, growling as his cock dragged along your stomach.

“Tesoro, it’s…”

You can’t pretend that this isn’t incredibly arousing for you to watch and feel. His tip was already red and leaking, so you knew he wasn’t going to last very long.

“Does it feel good, Maurizio?”

You feel him nod, hips moving faster now as he looks down at you. 

“Yes, cristo, it’s s-so good.” (christ)

His lips crash onto yours and he loops an arm behind you, holding you still as he begins rutting against you, growling into your mouth. He moves his head down to kiss and nip at your neck.

“Your s-skin is so soft, mi tesoro.”

He whispers, grunting with each forward motion now. 

His leg lifts up and lays over your hip, allowing him to thrust harder, hand still on your lower back. He’s close, you can tell, and you attentively watch the way his face contorts as he reaches orgasm. 

He suddenly hugs you tight, a choked sob against your neck as his seed spills all over your stomach and his.

“Ah! Ah--oh--cristo!” (christ)

You run your hands through his hair soothingly as he comes down, trembling slightly. He slides down your body a bit, resting his head between your breasts, kissing them gently. 

After a short while, he looks up at you. 

“Grazie, Y/N, grazie mille.” (Thank you, Y/N, thank you so much.)

You smile. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Maurizio, it was my pleasure.”

He reaches up and connects your lips in a tender yet passionate kiss before he pulls away, cringing when he feels the stickiness between you. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’ve never...that’s never…”

You kiss him again, cutting him off.

“No worries, we can just clean it off. I’ll get a wet washcloth.”

You stand and come back a moment later with a wet washcloth, reaching down to wipe yourself off before Maurizio’s hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you. 

“Let me.”

He smiles, taking the cloth from your hand, cleaning up the sticky substance before doing the same to himself. 

Your cheeks are warm as you look up at him.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, mi tesoro.”

He suddenly looks away, frowning softly. 

“I-I can’t stay tonight, Y/N, I’m sorry. If someone catches us…”

You shake your head, holding the side of his face.

“No, no need to explain. I understand.”

Maurizio nods silently, sighing as he begins to redress. You slip your panties back on, along with an oversized t-shirt and you pull your hair up into a ponytail. 

When he’s ready, you offer to go first, in case anyone’s still awake. He agrees, and you make your way down the stairs, looking around, not seeing anyone. You look up the stairs and nod, indicating that it’s okay. He makes his way down and you walk with him to the door. 

“Do you have a car coming?”

He nods. “My driver is already outside.”

There’s a moment of silence before Maurizio suddenly grabs your hips, pulling you against him as his lips crash down onto yours, the kiss desperate and full of longing. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down closer. 

He pulls away slowly, eyes fluttering open. 

“Alla prossima, tesoro.” (Until next time, my treasure.)

You smile, biting your lip as he sneaks out the door, rushing down and hopping into the car waiting for him. 

As you watch his car pull away from the curb, only one thought occupies your mind:

Holy shit, I just slept with Maurizio Gucci.

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Not Without Trying - Chapter 3

Summary: After reader and Reiner have sex, they discuss their relationship.

ReinerxFem!Reader

Warnings: Sex, mentioning sex

Word Count: ~2,800

When Y/N woke up, the sun was just coming up. The familiar warmth of Reiner’s body next to her brought a smile to her face before she even opened her eyes. She lifted her head to look up at him. He was still asleep, soft snores coming from him. She slowly sat up and looked for her shirt and instantly felt a hand on her waist. She turned around to see Reiner facing her, head propped up on his arm with a smirk on his face.

“Not yet.” He pulled her back into bed with him. Hovering over her, his lips were on hers. She wrapped her arms around him and he moved down to her neck.

“Aren’t you hungry?” She wondered.

“Always.” He was down at her chest now. “Just give me 5 minutes.”

“5 minutes, huh?” She looked down and he lifted the blankets looking up at her.

“5 minutes.” He grinned and dove back under the covers, finding her sweet spot in a matter of seconds. She had to give it to him. It took him only two minutes to bring her to orgasm, from which he moved up and thrusted into her finishing himself off in another two minutes.

“I think I may have an extra minute.” Reiner lay next to Y/N panting.

They got dressed and made their way down to the mess hall. It was nearly 8:00, but everything was still quiet, mostly everyone was still sleeping from partying the night before. Walking into the kitchen, Y/N looked around to see what ingredients they still had to make something.

“Do you like bread?” She asked him, handing him flour and eggs.

“I’d like anything you make.” He moved the ingredients to the counter for her.

“Let’s make everyone a treat.” She smiled at him and he looked at her with a smile on his face as she got to work. Reiner helped where he could, but he mainly kept her company while she worked. Giving her the occasional kiss on the cheek and cleaning up as she baked.

A short while later they had a huge batch of pastries ready for the soldiers when they woke up. She laid all of them in baskets wrapped in cloth and prepared them for the tables. As she walked in to the mess hall with two baskets in her hands, she saw a familiar face sitting at the table with his tea, reading a book.

“Good morning, Levi.” She put a basket in front of him, Reiner coming behind her with two more baskets for the other tables. Levi looked up from his book, looking from Y/N to Reiner.

“You can sit down, I’ll get the rest of the baskets.” Reiner said then disappeared into the kitchen.

“You guys made breakfast?” He questioned, taking a sip of his tea. Y/N nodded, setting a plate in front of him and a plate in front of her.

“You should try some, Captain.” Reiner was back putting the last few baskets out. “Y/N made this all herself.” Y/N smiled shyly.

“You definitely helped.” She made room for Reiner to sit next to her. He straddled the bench, keeping his body facing her.

“Not really.” He put a pastry on the plate in front of Y/N. “I’ll get us some water.” And he was back in the kitchen.

“You guys woke up at the same time to make breakfast together?” Levi’s eyes narrowed a bit.

“Yeah.” Y/N opened up the pastry to let some of the steam out. “It helps that he slept in my room last night.”

Levi tried not to choke on his tea, but it still caught Y/N’s attention.

“You okay?” She stood up, about to pat him on the back, but Levi closed his eyes, shook his head and coughed quietly to himself. Reiner was back out of the kitchen and sitting next to Y/N, gobbling down his pastry.

Levi quietly watched the both of them. Reiner stayed in her room last night? Had they been dating and I not notice? He hadn’t detected that Y/N was even interested in anyone. Was this an accident or maybe a one-time affair? He was so lost in his thoughts that by the time he came back, Reiner was already on his third bread.

“Save some for everyone else, you pig.” Levi ordered pulling the basket away from Reiner reaching for a fourth one. Levi quickly put one on his own plate and watched as Reiner took his plate to the kitchen. “Where did you learn to bake?” He asked her as he bit into the pastry. Damn it! This is good. So good. Warm and flaky with a touch of sweetness. It nearly melted in his mouth without him having to chew.

“My sister is a baker.” She propped her head up on her elbow, looking off into the corner of the mess all. “I just picked up some basic things from her.”

At this point, everyone was waking up and flooding the room. Reiner came out of the kitchen and pulled on Y/N’s arm.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” He gestured to the hallway and Y/N followed him. “Today is cleaning day for everyone.”

“Yeah, Commander Erwin, Hange, Levi, Miche and I have meetings before we join you guys. What’s up?” She wondered. He held her hands in his, rubbing them with his thumbs.

“After everything’s done for the day, can we talk a little?” He was looking down at their hands. The fact that he could still be shy sometimes made her smile.

“Sure. It probably won’t be until after dinner though.”

“That’s fine.” He looked at her with a small smile then put his hand on her cheek, leaning in to kiss her. “Later then.” He held her chin lightly and then went upstairs.

…..

The part of the day that was filled with meetings and paperwork was nearly finished. They had just planned out the next scouting mission to take place over the next couple days. Y/N noticed Levi staring at her a lot throughout the meeting, nearly nonstop. She kept taking peeks over at him, even narrowing her eyes trying to get him to stop, but he wouldn’t budge. It was getting on her nerves.

“Commander Erwin, do I have permission to speak?” She asked as everyone switched books.

“Of course.”

“I was just curious,” she looked over at Levi, “if maybe I have something on my face or if there is another reason Captain Levi keeps staring at me.”

Levi’s eyes widened slightly and Erwin chuckled along with Hange and Miche.

“Oooh.” Hange perked up.

“I’m just trying to figure out, why Reiner.” Levi stared at Y/N and stood up. She stopped laughing and the others looked confused.

“Reiner?” Hange looked from Y/N to Levi hoping one would explain.

“Well you’re not going to read it from my face.” Y/N stood up. “And thanks for sharing my business.”

“You seemed more than willing to share that with me this morning.”

“That’s you!” Y/N closed her books and looked at Erwin. “This is not important information for this meeting.

“I was really holding out for you and Levi.” Hange spoke up.

“Hange!” They both shouted.

“I see.” Erwin spoke. “Is this about you leaving the party early with Reiner?”

“Does everyone know this? Don’t you guys have better things to do?” Y/N said.

“I didn’t know,” Miche spoke up.

“Sorry Miche,” Y/N apologized. “You were really great dancing last night though.”

“Thanks!” He said with a smile.

“Can we get back to the meeting now?” Y/N was very done with the conversation surrounding her and Reiner.

“So does this mean there’s no chance for you and Levi to—" Hange started

“Shut it, four eyes.” Levi stared at them. “Commander, I was considering suggesting some changes to the scouting mission. I thought that maybe Y/N wanted to take lead of the scouts heading north since she mentioned this morning that her sister was a baker and Orvud district is known for their breads.”

“Is that true, Y/N?” Erwin asked, “There isn’t a lot of time, but you would have a couple hours to visit, if you’d like.”

Y/N froze looking down at her hands. She wasn’t expecting Levi to say that. She felt her eyes starting to burn, filling with tears. Her emotions were things she was never good at hiding, most of them resulting in anger and her exploding. She wasn’t expecting this to be brought up this morning, but she needed to calm herself down. She quickly blinked back the tears as best she could and looked at Erwin.

“I appreciate the offer.” She smiled at Erwin and turned back to Levi. “And maybe I never made this information known, but my family is from Shiganshina, not far from Eren and his family actually.”

“Oh goodness.” Hange let out a gasp.

“Currently, I’m unsure of where my family is seeing how evacuees were dispersed throughout the towns within wall Rose, but I can only assume the worst. At the time of the attack, my mother was visiting her family in Krolva, which is where she currently is. Therefore, taking the west is much more beneficial to me.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me that you brat?” Levi complained, looking genuinely hurt by not knowing that about her.

“When would be the right time to bring that up?” Y/N pointed out.

“That doesn’t matter,” he continued. “We’re friends. You—"

“It doesn’t matter,” Y/N started. “I am happy to lead the west group. If there is time, I can see my mom.”

“Then it’s decided. Y/N will take the west group, Levi the South, Hange the east and Miche the north. If everyone is okay with that,” Erwin spoke. “We can work on teams.” No one complained so Erwin continued. “Since the south has the most titans, Levi, you can choose your team.”

Levi looked directly at Y/N. “I want Reiner.”

“You scheming little runt.” Y/N reached over the table to grab him, but Levi leaned back in his chair, just out of her reach, smiling at her. “Get over here!”

“As much as I’d hate to interfere with young love,” Erwin interrupted. “Levi has one of the more densely populated titan areas.”

“Fine” Y/N pouted. “Also, you’re only a couple years older than me.”

“Isn’t Reiner still a teenager?” Levi pointed out and she glared at him.

“Let’s continue.” Erwin resumed creating teams until everyone was decided.

…..

Y/N walked into her office, tired from the day. She rubbed her hand on the back of her neck, trying to release the tension. This day turned out to be a lot longer than she thought it would be. She made her way to her bedroom. She felt bad for keeping Reiner waiting as long as she did. She pushed open the door, excited to change into her pajamas. The room was lit up, Reiner must have turned on the lights. He was standing by the window with his back to her.

“Reiner,” she said with a smile. “Sorry that took so—”

He turned around to face her. He had a bunch of flowers in his hand and had a huge grin on his face.

“What is this?” She asked, taking the bouquet from him. She held them up, then smelled them.

“There’s a floral shop not that far from here.” He stated. “I ran and grabbed some after dinner.” He kissed her forehead.

“This is so sweet.” She kept smiling at the flowers.

“I needed to do this right.” He took a deep breath and walked her over to the bed, sitting her down on the bed while he knelt down on the floor in front of her. “I wasn’t sure before, but I am pretty sure now. I think I am in love with you and I want to be with you.” He looked at her waiting for an answer.

“… Are you asking me or just sort of telling me?” She laughed.

“Damn it.” He cringed. “I’m asking. Let me try again.”

“Reiner, you don’t—”

“No, I do—I want to.” He grabbed her hands and held them in his, looking up into her eyes. “Y/N.” Deep breath. “I am definitely in love with you. It’s a little bit terrifying for me. I’ve never really felt this way about anyone before, but I’m happy I feel this way about you. I don’t want last night to be the last time we are together. Would you be willing to consider being with me?”

“I sort of already assumed we were—but yes.” She put her hand on his cheek and he closed his eyes, displaying a huge smile. He leaned forward and rested his forehead on her legs. After a second, he stood up.

“I know you’re busy so I don’t want to bother you.” He brushed off his pant legs. “I just wanted to make sure I talked to you. I didn’t want you to think yesterday was nothing.”

“Even if you didn’t do this.” She gestured at the flowers. “Yesterday was very much something… This morning was too.”

He smiled and made his way to the door.

“Reiner?” She called at him before he left. “You can stay a little. I’m not that busy—”

He closed the door and dove onto the bed. The pillows and blankets popped up as his weight hit the bed.

“I see.” She smiled. “So all you needed was an invitation.” She moved the flowers onto the nightstand. “So how was cleaning?”

“The same as it always is.” He shrugged. “I was on bathroom duty. How was your day?”

“A lot of paperwork and writing.” She pulled her hair loose. Reiner sat up and moved to her. Putting his hands on her shoulders and massaging. She closed her eyes, feeling his hands work out the knots in her neck.

“You work really hard.” He told her.

“I need to be better.” She asserted. “There’s so much more I could be doing.”

“More?” He moved her shoulders back so he could see her face. “You already do so much.”

“No way.” She protested. “I’m just starting out. I have so much I have to learn. I need to make sure I am being a good captain as well as useful to the team.” She turned to face him and he sat next to her. “I also want to make sure I’m good to you.”

“You’re already amazing to me.” He said, surprised she didn’t already know.

“Today was just a really busy day,” she commented and held his hand. “We will have more time together.”

“Don’t change anything for me.” He touched her cheek. “I am more than happy watching you work on busy days.”

“Speaking of work.” She looked over at her office door, knowing she had mountains of paperwork she still needed to get through. “I should try to get through some of what I have so tomorrow won’t be as bad.” She looked back at Reiner. “You’re welcome to stay, but you should probably get some sleep too.”

“I’ll wait here for a bit.” He smiled at her. “Just get done what you need.” Y/N headed to her office, leaving the bedroom door open just a crack and got to work.

It was about two hours later when she decided it was enough. She wasn’t sure how long ‘a bit’ was for Reiner, but he was still waiting. She wasn’t complaining though. She was grateful he was excited about how much she loved her job. Her last relationship failed for that reason. Honestly, all of her relationships failed because she obsessed over her job. It’s not really that being in the survey corps was necessarily her dream job, but she loved doing it and doing her best was actually really important to her.

She stood up and made her way to the bedroom. She was about to ask why he waited so long when she saw him lying in bed, asleep. He had taken off his shirt and pants and tucked himself under the covers. He managed to make her pretty decent sized bed look so small with his feet hanging off the end. She smiled at him sleeping. Sometimes she forgets and has to remind herself that he is so young. She quickly changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed with him, careful not to take up too much of his space, knowing he needed more. As soon as she settled in, he turned over to wrap his arms around her.

“Did you finish?” He mumbled.

“Just about.” She replied, pushing her back into his chest.

“I knew you …could …do it…” He trailed off at the end. She smiled and let herself fall asleep.

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[baepsaesbae]

Heal Me, Kill Me Ch.3

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre— Vampire! Tae x Vampire Hunter! y/n, ANGST, Smut +18, fluff

Warnings— Oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, being tied up, Dom!Taehyung, ass eating

Word Count— 6.6k

Summary— You’re one of the best vampire hunters in the world. That’s to be expected when your parents are the best of the best. Your life had solely revolved around ruthlessly killing vampires. You were essentially a cold blooded machine. However, things take a turn once you meet Kim Taehyung, your latest target.

“When will I see you next, dear?” Taehyung asked as he walked you back to your car.

“When would you wanna see me?” you replied.

“Honestly, I’d never want you to leave. I’d selfishly keep you all to myself,” Taehyung lightly pinned you against your car door. 

“Maybe one day you could,” you say, wrapping your arms around him.

Taehyung planted soft kisses on both of your cheeks. You pulled him in for a deep kiss right as he began to step away. One hand cupped his cheek while the other got lost in the tresses of his long dark hair. Taehyung reciprocated your neediness as he roughly grabbed your ass. 

“I still need to repay you for the other day,” he seductively whispered.

“I’ll remember that for the next time,” you winked, “Meet at the flower shop tomorrow?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Taehyung gave you a final goodbye kiss.

The drive back was awful. You were torn. Torn between duty and passion. It was your duty to kill Taehyung, but your newfound empathy kept you from doing so. Even when Taehyung was on the brink of death, you couldn’t commit to your plan. 

Telling yourself that you needed to know the truth behind your parents’ death was just an excuse. Of course you want to know the details of what happened, but that’s not what stopped you from killing Taehyung. 

You just...couldn’t. You didn’t want to. Maybe there could be a way to fake his death? It could create the perfect cover to run away together. Maybe he could live with you in secret. Well, he probably wouldn’t appreciate the fact that you kill his brethren for a living. 

You have a month before Yoongi contacts you again. He’d know something is up by then. You’ve never taken longer than a month on a mission. Thinking about all this gave you a headache. 

You decide to do the responsible thing. You’re going to enjoy the month you have with Taehyung and worry about all of your problems when you can no longer run from them. Aside from the moral dilemma of having to exterminate your boyfriend, you actually felt happy. It felt nice having someone by your side. 

You fantasized about seeing the world with Taehyung. You wanted him to teach you more about plants, cook for you, and maybe most importantly, love you. The concept of love had been completely foreign to you. However, being with Taehyung sparked something you’ve never quite felt before. Was it simply the mortifying ordeal of being truly known by someone else? Or was it the acceptance and appreciation for the real you? Maybe it was a combination of both.

You hopped into the shower before your thoughts became too philosophical. You set your phone’s speaker on full volume and sang along to your favorite songs. TWICE had the best songs to sing and dance to in the shower (dancing in the shower can be dangerous, but you like living life on the edge). 

Being emotionally exhausted allowed you to fall asleep quickly. You woke up the next day feeling refreshed after a much needed good night’s sleep. Pairing a black maxi dress with a knitted cardigan, you felt cute and comfy. 

Biking to the shop was a simplicity that you enjoyed. It was relaxing, the scenery was gorgeous, and the simple act of biking to work made you feel like a normal person. There was a new shipment of flowers that arrived, along with a fresh set of bouquet orders. 

‘To keep you busy while your target takes his time, thanks flower girl :)’ was scribbled on a note atop the orders.

You rolled your eyes, silently cursing Yoongi. Thank god Taehyung was coming today, you could put him to work. You began to fill up multiple vases with water and plant food, humming as you worked. 

“Good morning ___,” a deep voice sang out as soon as the door opened.

“Morning dear! You’re in a good mood today,” you spun around to greet him.

“Of course, because I get to see you! I see you’re prepping vases. Do we have more orders to fill?” he asked excitedly.

“Indeed we do! I’m glad you’re excited about it,” you handed him the stack of orders. 

You admire Taehyung’s sharp yet delicate features as he glossed through the orders. His mouth moved silently as he read the order descriptions to himself.

“Do you only take orders for funerals?” he asked when he finished.

“Huh?” you were taken by surprise.

“It just seems like all of the bouquet orders contain flowers that symbolize sympathy in some way. Lilies, carnations, and especially chrysanthemums. In most European cultures, chrysanthemums are only used for funerals,” he explained. 

“I have no idea what these bouquets are for. I, well I guess we, merely fulfill the orders,” you shift uncomfortably. 

Taehyung was remarkably sharp. You remembered that Yoongi said these flowers are for the families who have been victimized by vampires. 

“Ah, okay. I was just curious. Let’s get to work, love. Can you bring me pink carnations and lilies please?” he asked.

The day was filled with nonstop preparations. You tied decadent bows around the vases that were finished as Taehyung arranged the most beautiful bouquets you’ve ever seen. He shyly explained that he loved art in all forms, and bouquet making was its own special artform.

“I used to paint a lot as a hobby,” Taehyung admitted.

“Why’d you stop?” you asked.

“I had no more inspiration. No muse, I guess you could say,” he said sadly.

“Do you still have your paintings? I’d like to see them.”

“They’re hidden away somewhere in my house, but I’ll dig them back up for you. It might make me a little sad though. I miss painting.”

“Why don’t you pick it back up? It doesn’t matter if you have a muse or not, just paint whatever comes to mind,” you shrugged.

Taehyung looks at you, visibly amused, “What do you think I should paint?”

“A dick,” you deadpanned. 

“A what?” Taehyung was shocked.

“A penis,” you cracked a smile.

“___! You’re so vulgar,” Taehyung blushed.

“I’m just kidding! But just for the record, I think your dick is pretty enough to paint,” you smirked.

“You think so?” Taehyung’s voice lowered.

He reached over to cup your cheek before leaning in to give you a quick kiss. Feeling playful, you lightly bit his bottom lip as he pulls away. Taehyung’s eyes darkened as soon as you did that.

“Someone is feeling bold,” Taehyung tsked before pulling you into him.

Grabbing you by the ass, he hoists you up and sets you on the counter. He harshly kissed you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, begging him to get closer. Taehyung kissed up and down your neck, before harshly sucking on it. The sudden pain caused you to cry out and squirm, but Taehyung’s firm grip prevented your escape. Taehyung chuckled at your response.

“Don’t think you can get away with being cheeky with me, darling,” he cooed in your ear.

His hand slipped between your thighs, his cold fingers lightly inching closer to your core. 

“Taehyung…” your voice trailed off.

“Yes, darling? What do you need?” he teased.

“I need you to--”

The front door chimed, interrupting you. Taehyung dragged you off of the counter with inhuman speed, spinning you back to your spot with the bows. The quick force made you dizzy, but you were grateful for it. It would have been embarrassing for a customer to catch you in such a compromising position.

“Hello again dear,” a familiar voice called out to you. 

You turn to see elderly couple smiling at you from the front of the shop. The elderly woman was waving at you.

“Good morning! How are you two? Here for your roses again?” you politely welcomed them in.

Taehyung is smirking to himself as the conversation continued. You wanted to hit him for being so brazen. The elderly couple updated you on their bakery, saying that next time they’ll bring you fresh goods. You laughed and told them you would gladly trade flowers for their baked goods. 

“Who is that handsome boy over there? Is that your lover?” the elderly woman whispered to you. 

“Oh, I uh, I guess you could say that. That’s my boyfriend,” you blushed, suddenly becoming shy.

“Wow you hit the jackpot, girl,” the elderly man remarked, “That boy might very well be the most handsome young man I’ve ever seen in my life. Besides myself of course.”

The couple laughed and you couldn’t help but join in. Taehyung shyly looked over and respectfully bowed. You could tell he reverted back to his timid and stoic state. You had forgotten how standoffish he was around new people. 

The elderly couple happily left with their regular bouquet of roses. Taehyung’s tension melted away as soon as they left the store. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself, they seemed sweet,” Taehyung apologized.

“Don’t worry about it. They’re the only customers I’ve ever had here. I guess the shop makes its money from all of these orders,” you resumed tying bows.

Taehyung’s smirk crept back onto his face as he snuck a glance at you.

“What?” you asked with annoyance. 

“Nothing.”

“Taehyung.”

“That’s me.”

“What are you smirking at?” you asked.

“Maybe you should look in a mirror,” he suggested. 

Horrified, you whipped out your phone. At first, you didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. There was nothing weird on your face. But then you saw it. A huge hickey was showcased in the middle of your neck. It was impossibly dark and its sheer size had you in awe. At first you were impressed, but then the dismay set in when you realized that the elderly couple must have seen it. No matter how blind they were, there was no way they could miss that. 

“Taehyung, you asshole!” you scolded him.

“Did you not enjoy receiving that?” he questioned.

“I did, but I didn’t want to show it off to my only customers!” you cried out.

“I’m sure they had their fair share of fooling around when they were younger,” Taehyung teased as he took your hand and pulled you closer, “Should we resume where we left off?”

“Can you remind me where we were?” you nipped at his ear. 

“Certainly,” he growled, hoisting you back onto the counter.

Planting kisses across your jawline, his hands spread your legs apart. Again his fingers flitter a trail in your inner thigh. Your neediness caused you to roughly press your lips against his while weaving your fingers in his hair.

His fingers grazed your clothed pussy, causing you to shudder. He lightly teased you, slowly rubbing your clit in a circular motion. 

“Faster,” you begged.

Taehyung obliged, picking up his speed. He applied more pressure, bringing you closer to the edge. Pulling aside your panties, his long fingers ran between your folds. You threw your head back in pure bliss.

He slowly inserted a finger into you, relishing your moans as he got deeper. You were so wet that he easily added a second finger. He took his time entering your pussy.

“You’re so warm, darling. And so wet. Is this all for me?” he gazed into your eyes.

“Yes, Taehyung. Oh mm,” was all you could say before trailing off into a moan when his pace picked up.

His fingers curled to hit your g spot with each pump. It was getting too intense, and your breaths became quick and shallow. You were right on the edge when Taehyung removed his fingers entirely. Your pussy clenched around nothing, and you whined at the sudden emptiness.

“Can I taste you, dear?” Taehyung asked.

You quickly nodded, desperate to get to your high. If Taehyung reduced you to this much of a mess with just his fingers, you could only imagine what his mouth could do. 

Taehyung buried himself under your dress, draping the fabric around his head. At first you couldn’t help but giggle. It looked a little silly, like he was hiding under your dress. Your giggle was replaced by a gasp when his tongue made contact.

He began lightly licking stripes through your folds, flicking your clit with his tongue each time. His tongue took its time exploring your intimate area, flattening out in order to gain the most coverage. 

His attention was then focused solely on your clit. He circled it with his tongue before gently sucking on it. The new sensation made you cry out even louder, but your voice hitched when he plunged two fingers back into you. 

The knot in your abdomen returned as your grip on Tae’s hair tightened. His free hand kept your legs spread open as you began to thrash around when your climax got closer. Taehyung was now moving his fingers at an inhuman pace, and his tongue was getting rougher on your clit. 

You let out a final cry as you release all over Taehyung, the intensity hitting you like a truck. You’ve never had an orgasm like this before. You were panting hard to catch your breath while Taehyung appeared from under your dress.

His face was glistening with your juices. He shot you a smug smile before wiping his face with the back of his hand. He seductively licked your essence off of his own hand. If you weren’t so spent, you would have immediately jumped on his dick after seeing that. 

“Did I satisfy you, ___?” Taehyung questioned.

“I believe so,” you exhale, “The evidence is all over your face. Wait, I think it’s on your forehead?” 

“Probably. I’m pretty sure you squirted. The inside of your dress is a mess,” Taehyung shrugged.

You hopped off the counter and sure enough, there was a puddle on the counter. Your dress was also a wet mess. A random passerby would have thought you wet yourself. You were flustered by the thought.

“I made quite the mess, huh,” you sighed.

“That’s my fault. Should I never repeat that mistake?” Taehyung playfully jabbed.

“I never said that,” you replied defensively, “But now I have to clean that up.”

“Can I help?” he offered.

“You can help by finishing the rest of the orders. I can take a few days off when all the orders have been fulfilled,” you suggested.

“A few days? Would you be free to spend those days with me?”

“What else would I do?”

Taehyung got back to work quickly. You chuckled at his diligence. To your surprise, Taehyung managed to complete the orders by the end of the day. He loaded up the cart by himself and hauled it over to the post office in record time. No doubt the postal workers were in awe at his sheer strength when they saw him single handedly bring drag the full cart. 

“So, are you free tomorrow?” Taehyung asked shyly when he returned.

“I think my schedule just cleared up. Why do you ask?” you played along.

“Would you like to come over and have a day on the lake with me? I can fish while you nap alongside me,” he suggested.

“Lemme think about it,” you pretended to mull it over, “I guess you convinced me. I’ll come over around 10? Or is that too early?”

“It’s never too early for you, darling. The best fishing happens around dawn anyway,” Taehyung replied.

“You want me to come around dawn?” your eyes widened.

“That would probably be too early huh? We can do something else instead then. Wanna be lazy and watch Netflix?”

“I thought you didn’t like technology,” you teased.

“I don’t. But I enjoy lounging around with you. And you got me hooked on Marco Polo.”

“Hell yeah I did. Just wait till you see Peaky Blinders!” you beamed enthusiastically.

“Can’t wait. I’ll see you tomorrow then?” he asked as you both stood outside the shop.

“Yes sir. It’s a date,” you nodded.

You found yourself waking up early the next morning, the excitement of seeing Taehyung made you restless. Was his hold over you that powerful? Or perhaps it was something else that had him never leaving your mind? Those questions swam in the back of your head as you picked out your outfit for the day. 

With your laptop bag in tow, you hopped into your car. It was around 8am by now. It was by no means the crack of dawn, however it was early enough for you to lull back to sleep if Taehyung really wanted to go fishing.

The sun was blocked by a thick wall of dark clouds, which was the normal weather in this area for some reason. Even without the sun shining down on you, a faint warmth hugged your body as you approached Taehyung’s house (and no, it wasn’t humidity). This feeling was new, and you couldn’t quite place it. It was as if the sheer buzz from your romantic feelings kept your cheeks warm 24/7. 

The front door swung open immediately after your first knock.

“___! Good morning, my darling. You’re here early,” Taehyung greeted you.

“I woke up early and decided it wouldn’t hurt to show up a bit earlier. Do you still wanna go fishing?” you asked.

“We can certainly try, if you’d like. We can have fish for lunch if I catch anything,” Taehyung pondered.

“I can potentially try more of your cooking? In that case, I definitely want to try,” you piped up.

Taehyung nodded in agreement. He helped you put your stuff away before disappearing to gather fishing supplies. In his absence, you blankly stared at the table where you tried to poison him just a few days prior. Was it a mistake to change your mind? If it was wrong to let him live, why did it feel so right to be with him?

“I got everything! Did you want to fish too? I only have one rod, but we can share,” Taehyung called out, snapping you away from your thoughts. 

“I’m fine with sharing. I’ll take a nap if I get bored,” you smiled at him.

You carried the fishing rod to the lake alongside Taehyung, much to his chagrin. He argued that he was more than capable of carrying everything by himself, but you claimed that you would feel useless if you didn’t help him. He let you carry the lightest item as a compromise. 

 Taehyung easily guided the little boat to the middle of the river. The shores were barely visible in all directions. It would be incredibly easy for either of you to dispose of the other. His back was turned to you as he cast off his line. A simple flick of your wrist and Taehyung’s head would be lost in the lake. Your body tensed up at the thought.

“Isn’t this scene so serene?” Taehyung broke the silence.

Your gaze moved from his back to the calm waters. It was indeed beautiful. Fog rolled along the surface of the lake, making it even harder to see the shoreline. Normally this would be perceived as eerie, but it was oddly romantic to you. 

Your body relaxed as you rest your head against Taehyung’s firm back. This predicament you were in was silly. Maybe if you came clean to Yoongi he’d support you. Afterall, he wanted you to have a normal life. Being with Taehyung for the last few weeks has made you feel like that kind of life was possible. 

“It’s beautiful, Taehyung. Like you,” you responded, hugging him from behind. 

“You think I’m beautiful?” he was amused.

“Of course I do. But so would anyone who’s ever seen you.”

“Your opinion is the only one that matters to me, ___. Thank you. You are the most stunning creature I have ever laid my eyes upon,” Taehyung happily hummed. 

“You’re too sweet. I feel so at peace right now. I think I’m gonna fall asleep,” you yawned.

“Go ahead, darling. This may take awhile,” Taehyung chuckled. 

You succumb to slumber almost instantly. It was an enjoyable nap until your dreams turned odd. You were enveloped in darkness, shivering. You gasped for air but to no avail as you struggled to breathe. 

“I wish I didn’t have to do this,” you heard a faint voice say.

“Tae? Taehyung are you there?” you cried out.

You abruptly woke up with a gasp, your sudden movement rocked the tiny boat.

“___? Are you okay?” Taehyung turned around to comfort you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I had a bad dream,” you replied.

“What did you dream about?”

“I’m not sure. It was weird. I couldn’t see anything, but I was extremely cold. And there was this voice. It kind of sounded like yours but I can’t really remember,” you shivered.

“Well, you’re okay now, darling. I’ll make sure no one can ever hurt you,” Taehyung reassured you, “Good news, I managed to catch 3 fish! They’re a pretty good size.”

Taehyung triumphantly showed you his catches. He was right. The fish were pretty sizable. You couldn’t wait to eat whatever he cooks up with them. 

You tried to shake off the uneasiness from your dream. Luckily, Taehyung distracted you on the way back. He started humming a tune, which soon turned into a song.

“I still wonder, wonder, beautiful story,” Taehyung sang aloud.

  His voice was captivating. You’ve never heard a voice so angelic before. His song calmed your nerves almost instantly. 

“I didn’t know you could sing. What can’t you do?” you asked in awe as you entered his home. 

“I just dabble in it. I have many hobbies. Like painting, as I mentioned before,” Taehyung admitted.

“You say you like to paint, but as soon as we have a painting date, you’re gonna reveal that you’re the next Monet or some shit,” you shook your head.

“I’m happy you hold me in such high regard, darling. I’ll admit that I’m a better cook than I am an artist,” he chuckled as he began prepping the kitchen.

“Oooh I can’t wait! Do you need any help?” you asked.

“No, I think I can handle it on my own darling. You just relax and keep me company, okay?” he made eye contact with you.

You smiled and complied with his request. You never grew tired of conversing with him. Before you knew it, the dish was complete. The fish were filleted in the most ornate manner, with a skill level on par with Gordon Ramsay. The taste was even more exquisite than the appearance. You’ve never foodgasmed before, but this dish just did you in. Taehyung gave you a boxy smile when you praised his food. 

The remainder of the month was filled with days similar to this one. As promised, you helped Taehyung tend to his garden as he gave you advice on how to not be a plant killer. One day, you surprised him with a painting date. You brought over small canvases and paints, only to find out that Taehyung has his own studio set up in one of the many rooms in his humble abode. Nonetheless, he was delighted by the surprise (turns out he also really was the next Monet, his paintings were incredible). 

You also began to spend the night at his place. You made it a habit to bring an extra set of clothes to leave in your car just in case. Taehyung even got you your own toothbrush to leave at his place (how romantic). 

Tonight marked the two month anniversary of you two meeting each other. Taehyung wanted to commemorate this day instead of the day you guys actually started dating. You thought it was odd, but you didn’t argue against it. 

He surprised you with an extravagant bouquet that he arranged himself. Dressed up in a suit and treated you to dinner at the fanciest restaurant in town. You dressed up too, the clothing was reminiscent of how you dressed on previous missions. 

You honestly forgot that you were on a job. You were too busy living out the life of your dreams. A normal one with the bonus of being in love with a gorgeous man who happened to love you back. The thought that your month of peace was nearly over crept up on you while you were getting ready. You pushed the thought away immediately. You still had time to live out your fantasy, even if it was fleeting. 

Your red velvet dress dipped scandalously low on your chest, and it hugged your curves promiscuously. Taehyung’s jaw dropped and transformed into a smirk as soon as he picked you up. 

The meal at the restaurant was good, but you both knew that Taehyung could cook a better one. But it was nice to go out for a change. You could feel eyes on you during the entire evening, but you weren’t sure if people were staring at you or your date. After all, your date’s appearance rivaled that of the gods.

“Did you enjoy your meal, darling?” Taehyung asked as the waitress took away the plates. You noticed that she took every opportunity she could to interact with him, such as filling up his water every time he would take a sip. You were going to say something, but decided against it since you couldn’t really blame her. 

“I did! I’m stuffed,” you huffed.

“Not yet.”

“Hm?”

“You’re not stuffed yet,” Taehyung repeated himself, then continued to lower his voice, “You look ravishing tonight. You’re always stunning, but tonight I don’t think I can control myself.”

“Who said I want you to?” you teased, leaning over to further expose your cleavage.

“Where the fuck is the check? We need to go immediately,” Taehyung flagged down the waitress.

Taehyung sped all the way back to his mansion. Every bump in the road caused you to squeeze your legs together, increasing your horniness. You tried to get Taehyung to put his hand on your thigh, but he refused. He claimed that if he touched you now, he’d have to take you then and there.

You couldn’t wait to get to your destination. You and Taehyung shared some sexual encounters, but he insisted on taking things slow. He did not want you to feel pressured to have sex with him (even though you made it clear that you truly wanted it). However, tonight was different. Taehyung would finally have his way with you, just like you’ve been wanting since you laid eyes on him.

He carried you bridal style all the way up to his room. He roughly threw you onto the bed, causing you to giggle.

“Get your giggles out now, love. I promise you, you won’t be laughing for the rest of the night,” Taehyung growled with a tone you haven’t heard before. 

You pulled him into bed with you, your lips locking into a passionate kiss. Hands began to wander as the kiss deepened. As tongues delved into foreign mouths, articles of clothing were being stripped off. You tossed off Taehyung’s suit jacket and began to unbutton his shirt. Taehyung grew impatient and ripped your dress in half. You whined in protest since you actually liked that dress, to which Taehyung laughed and promised to get you another. 

Now both in your underwear, Taehyung stopped to gaze at your nearly naked body. Your matching black lingerie made you look sinful, and Taehyung was ready to indulge. Your hand lightly grasped his bulge before it was swatted away. 

“Nuh uh, babygirl. You obey me. You are only to do what you’re told. Understand?” Taehyung scolded as he tied your wrists together with a rope you didn’t realize he had nearby. 

“Yes sir,” you responded. His dominance made you wet before he even touched you there.

“Good girl. Flip over,” he demanded. 

You followed his order, rolling over to lay on your arms and knees. You propped your ass out for him, wiggling it around playfully. A harsh slap stung your bottom, causing you to yelp out in pain.

Taehyung pulled down your panties, running a finger through your slick folds. He teased your clit, rubbing it in circles agonizingly slowly. Before you could complain, he licked a long and flat stripe along your pussy. His tongue swirled and flicked at a euphoric pace that had you seeing stars. He inserted two fingers into your soaked pussy as his tongue traveled to your ass.

You gasped at the new sensation, you’ve never had your ass eaten before. You tingled in new places as his tongue explored the intimate region. His fingers curled in you as he pumped them into you. You felt your climax build up as your pussy began to clench.

“Cum for me, babygirl,” Taehyung ordered, increasing his pace. 

The control he had over your body was incredible. You had an intense orgasm as soon as he uttered those words. Your body shook under him as you released the knot that formed in your lower abdomen. 

Taehyung flipped you onto your back with ease. Your chest was heaving and you tried to catch your breath.

“I think you’re wet enough for me now,” Taehyung smiled as he finally tugged off his underwear. 

You eagerly spread your legs open for him, signaling that you were ready. Taehyung relished the sight. He rubbed his cock along the folds of your pussy, hitting your clit with every stroke. You were oversensitive from your orgasm, which made you cry out each time he played with your clit.

“Are you ready, baby?” Taehyung teased your entrance with his tip.

“Please fuck me already. I can’t take your teasing any longer,” you begged.

Taehyung happily obliged. He took his time entering you, enjoying your drawn out moans. He let out a low groan when he finally bottomed out. He filled you up perfectly. He lingered in that position for a little too long. You had the silly idea of being cheeky.

“I guess you could say that I’m stuffed now,” you smirked.

“You haven’t felt anything yet,” Taehyung scoffed as he finally began to move.

His thrusts were powerful, allowing his dick to hit you in all the right places each time. Your moans were getting louder with every second. Your tied hands reached between your thighs, but Taehyung harshly grabbed your wrists.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Taehyung admonished. 

As punishment, he pinned your tied up hands above your head as he began to pound into you mercilessly. You were lost in pure bliss when he did what you were trying to do earlier. He applied the perfect amount of pressure to your clit to make you go wild. Your body began to quiver again under him.

“Let’s finish together,” Taehyung panted. He was close. 

“Taehyung, I love you,” you made eye contact with him.

That sent him over the edge. The sincerity mixed with lust in your eyes was the final straw. He released his hot load into you as you also surrendered to your pleasure. 

“Now I would say that you’re stuffed,” Taehyung joked as he leaned over to kiss your forehead, “I love you too, ___. So much. More than you could ever fathom. In a way, you saved my life.”

“I did?” you were still out of it from your two intense orgasms.

“You did. But we can talk about that another day. I’ll get something to clean you up,” he chuckled. 

You were already asleep by the time he returned with a towel. He smiled to himself, wondering how you can go from sinfully seductive one second to downright adorable to the next. Taehyung happily cuddled up next to you and soon followed suit in slumber.

You had to return back to your house the next day. You stupidly forgot your laptop charger and Taehyung was whining because he wanted to watch Peaky Blinders. Taehyung dropped you off and waved cutely as you left the car. You promised that you’d watch the show with him the next day. 

The moment you stepped foot into your cottage you noticed something was off. The door gave way too easily, and the aura had changed. The once peaceful atmosphere of your safe haven had been replaced by an eerie stillness. It was akin to the silence before a major storm. 

You silently surveyed the immediate surroundings as you closed the door behind you. You knew you weren’t alone. Acting as if nothing was wrong, you casually walked to the bedroom. The intruder was watching you intently. 

You stretched nonchalantly, in hopes of luring the intruder out. It worked. A rustle of movement was heard behind you, allowing you to easily evade the attack. In a motion almost unseen to the human eye, you had your attacker pinned to the ground with a knife at their throat (it’s good practice to always keep a weapon on you in this profession). 

“I really thought I had you that time,” your attacker sighed.

“Jungkook? What the fuck are you doing here?” you angrily questioned, tilting his chin up with your blade. 

“I could ask the same thing,” he retorted, unfazed by the knife at his throat, “What the fuck have you been doing here for the past two months, ___?”

“I’m on a mission. Is that a problem?” you masked your alarm.

“It is if you refuse to kill your target. I’ve been tailing you for the past week. You’ve had so many chances to finish that thing off, yet here we are,” he replied smugly.

“Did Yoongi send you?”

“Who else?”

“Go back and tell him that I’m working on it.”

“You want me to lie?” Jungkook dramatically dropped his jaw.

That angered you, causing you to apply just enough pressure with the knife to break his skin. A line of blood trickled down the blade.

“Why did you choose to reveal yourself now?” you snarled.

“I got bored. Tracking you is boring. Watching you pretend to be in love with that thing is boring. I came to give you an ultimatum. Either you kill it, or I will. That thing killed your parents, ___. You have to remember that it’s a monster,” Jungook challenged you, “Guess little Miss Number One is finally slipping.”

“Fuck you. All those years of chasing after my ass finally getting to you? Second best isn’t such a bad thing.” you mocked.

“Fuck me? If you insist,” Jungkook winked, “You know, this position is kinda hot. You into knife play?”

“Shut up, Jungkook,” you say in disgust, finally releasing your hold on him.

You sit on the bed, watching Jungkook as he paced around your room. Processing his ultimatum had you in a trance. By now, you had no chance of killing Taehyung. You foolishly fell in love with him. 

However, you didn’t think Jungkook would be able to win in a fight against Taehyung. Jungkook is too brash, and Taehyung is too powerful despite his atypical behavior. Even if Taehyung killed Jungkook, that would only cause more problems. The VEC would be even more eager to exterminate him, and will probably send multiple teams in to do the job. Maybe you could convince Yoongi to call it off. Maybe, by some miracle, he would listen to you.

“___? ___? Yoohoo. If you’re gonna ignore me, you should at least stop staring at my dick,” Jungkook stood before you.

“Huh?” you were pulled out of your daze and looked up at him , “Oh. Don’t flatter yourself, Jungkook. I wouldn’t stare at your shrimp dick even if my life was on the line.”

“My Jungcock is the size of a jumbo shrimp, thanks for noticing,” Jungkook grinned.

“God, you’re so disgusting,” you rolled your eyes.

“And yet the vamp ladies can’t get enough of me. They’re willing to die for this dick,” Jungkook nodded.

“I don’t think they’re exactly willing, but sure. Do me a favor, go back to Yoongi and tell him that the job is done,” you say quietly.

“Oh? You’re gonna kill your lover boy?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow. 

“Duh. It’s my job. It’s just been hard to find an opening--”

“Bullshit. I told you, you’ve had numerous openings. You just refuse to take any of them for some reason. Don’t tell me that you’ve actually gotten attached to your target,” Jungkook said in disbelief.

You remained quiet, avoiding eye contact. There was no use in lying, Jungkook would see right through you.

“Holy shit, ___. You dumb bitch,” Jungkook laughed.

“I told you that I would handle it. Just go tell Yoongi that the job is done,” you pleaded.

“And get chewed out in your place? No thank you,” Jungkook sat beside you, “So, what happened?”

You tell him everything. Despite him being a dick, Jungkook was probably the closest thing you had to a friend. He was orphaned due to a vampire attack, so the VEC took him in. You’ve been rivals since you were kids. 

“Sounds like you might actually have real feelings for this thing,” Jungkook said after hearing you out.

“He’s not a thing, his name is Taehyung,” you admonished, “But yes, I think I actually am in love. I fucked up big time, Jungkook,” you exhaled in exasperation. 

“Feels bad man,” Jungkook shook his head, “Major F.”

“Ok thanks for your sympathy,” you huffed.

“You still have to kill him. You know that right?”

“I know. It’s just going to be really hard,” you fought back tears.

Jungkook watched you struggle to hold everything in. He pulled you in for a hug. You suddenly let it all out, crying into his chest. Everything came crashing down. You have to fulfill your mission. Even if you failed, the VEC would pursue Taehyung relentlessly. You owe it to him to give him a peaceful death. 

Your special poison. That’s how you’ll do it. Once he’s immobile, you’ll be able to behead him in one quick motion, making it virtually painless for him. But god, it’s gonna hurt like hell for you.

“Do it the next time you meet him. If you don’t, I’ll kill him myself,” Jungkook said after you finished crying. He said it in a tone that let you know that it’s not a threat, but rather a promise that he’ll back you up. 

You cried yourself to sleep that night. You tried to convince yourself that Taehyung was just a monster that charmed you to bend to his will. You tried to believe that he doesn’t actually love you. You tried to believe that everything was a lie. 

But you just couldn’t. 

You didn’t want to think about how tomorrow will be the last day you’d ever see him. It would be the last time he would ever hold you in his arms, the last time he’d gaze at you with his beautiful eyes, and the last time he would ever say that he loves you.

You drove to Taehyung’s house the next day, as promised. Taehyung waited for you in his usual spot on the fountain’s edge. His lips curled into a smile as soon as you drove in. God, you’d miss that smile.

He bounded over to you as you parked the car.

“Hello darling! Oh, are you alright?” Taehyung asked with a concerned look when he saw your puffy eyes, “Have you been crying?”

“I got emotional last night. It was stupid. Don’t worry about it,” you faked a smile. 

“It’s not stupid if you cried over it. What upset you?”

“The thought of losing you,” you answered honestly.

“Aw, that’s sweet. Don’t worry, my darling. You won’t be rid of me any time soon,” Taehyung pulls you into a tight embrace to reassure you.

“I hope not,” you quietly replied.

Published October 16, 2020. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020 Baepsaesbae.

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Season 1, Episode 10: Co-Captain

Hey there beautiful reader! If you’re new here, this is a series I’m writing where each chapter is an episode from the first season of Teen Wolf. If you’ve been here before, hey! I missed you! Previous and future chapters are linked at the end of each part if you want to catch up.

Pairing: Stiles x Psychic! Reader (eventually)

Notes: I somehow forgot that Deaton existed until I wrote this. My bad guys, but he’s not really that relevant in the first season anyway so...

P.S. Kate needs a therapist, Sheriff Stilinski is kinda bad at his job, and so many people almost die. Seriously, it’s getting ridiculous at this point.

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Lydia huffed in annoyance, struggling to keep up behind me in her high heeled boots. The ground crunched with each quick step I took, the dirt barely visible through a thick layer of dried leaves. I pulled the sides of my jacket tighter around my sides, feeling a chill run up my spine as a gust of cold air blew against me.

“Allison. When you said you needed to run an errand before we went shopping, a five mile hike in the woods was not what I was expecting.” Lydia had been complaining nonstop since we got here, and didn’t seem likely to give up anytime soon.

We’d been walking through Beacon Hills Preserve for at least ten minutes by now, Allison leading us with a big bag slung over her shoulder. She seemed aggravated, practically running with a tense look on her face. I had no idea what the hell we were doing. She’d been acting weird all week, more angry and on edge than usual.

We were supposed to be shopping for winter formal dresses at the mall. Lydia had been begging us to go all week, since the dance is next Friday. I kept dodging her invitation because there were just so many other things going on right now.

Me and the guys had spent the week trying to figure out where Peter’s been hiding, while keeping Jackson from spilling the werewolf beans to the whole school every time he got pissy.

I wasn’t sure who either of them were taking to the dance, and I honestly didn’t care much. I wasn’t planning on going. No one had asked me, and stuff like that wasn’t really my thing anyway. I definitely wasn’t annoyed that a certain spastic boy hadn’t even mentioned it yet. Not at all.

“Before I forget, I wanted to ask if you’re okay with something.” Allison quipped, not even bothering to turn around and look at us. “Jackson asked me to winter formal.”

My eyes widened and swept toward Lydia quickly to see her reaction. I wasn’t expecting that, even though the two of them had been incredibly flirty lately. It was obvious that Allison still had feelings for Scott, and Lydia for Jackson, so the whole thing was just a big mess.

“Did he?” She tried to sound unaffected as she nearly stumbled over a rock. My arm instinctively stuck out to steady her, and she sent me a small, grateful smile.

“Just as friends, but I wanted to make sure you were okay with it first.” 

Lydia pursed her glossed lips tightly and flicked a lock of hair away from her eyes. Her gloved hands tightened into fists at her sides. “Sure. As long as it’s just friends.”

Allison scoffed quietly, seemingly annoyed. I quirked a brow at her back in curiosity. Yeah, she and Lydia had a bit of a love hate relationship, but stealing her boyfriend was a little over the top. Something was clearly bothering her. I’d been trying to figure it out for days, but she never wanted to talk about it when I asked.

She stopped suddenly, and I nearly toppled over as I narrowly avoided running into her. Her bag dropped onto the leaf covered ground with a thud before she knelt down to unzip it. Lydia and I both watched in curious silence as she pulled out a huge bow and inspected it carefully.

It looked like something a professional would own. I’d nearly forgotten that she was into archery as a kid, but that thing was intense. Plus, why she felt the need to do this right now, on a Saturday afternoon while we were supposed to be shopping, I had no idea. She popped back to her feet quickly and screwed a big cylindrical arrowhead onto her arrow.

“What does that do?” Lydia shivered beside me and crossed her arms tightly as another gust of wind blew past us.

“We’re about to find out.” Allison muttered, more to herself than us, as she strung the bow.

She turned her back to us and raised her arms up beside her head. I watched closely as she narrowed her eyes and scanned the area for a good target. After a moment of wobbling, she let out a breath and squared her shoulders. Then, she let go.

The arrow whizzed through the air with a zip before landing in a tree a few yards away, immediately exploding with a bright waterfall of sparks.

I jumped back, not expecting that at all. “What the hell was that?”

That was not an ordinary arrow. I wondered for a moment how she even got it. It was most likely her dad’s, so she either stole it or knew way more about her family than she was letting on.

She dropped her arms with a jerk and whipped around to face us, her eyes glassy. Their hard edge had disappeared entirely, replaced now with something close to fear. “I need to tell you guys something. It’s going to sound really ridiculous and I-I don’t want you to laugh at me.”

Her sudden change in demeanor was a little jarring. It seemed like this was coming out of nowhere. I glanced at Lydia, who was doing a terrible job of hiding the fact that she thought she was completely crazy.

“We would never laugh at you.” I narrowed my eyes at Lydia, silently pleading with her to be nice. She just pouted and looked at Allison expectantly.

“It’s about my family.” Allison let out a heavy breath and wiped at her eyes. “Awhile ago, I caught them in a lie. A little one. But now, I’ve been overhearing some really strange conversations. I think...I think some of it has to do with Derek.”

“Derek?” I sputtered, my breath catching in my throat at his name. I’d learned earlier this week that he was, in fact, alive after our encounter with Peter. They’d both shown up at school a few days ago to intimidate Scott into joining their pack, which was honestly so much worse.

I let out a sigh and cleared my throat. “I mean, are you sure?”

She nodded, glancing around the trees as if he could be spying on us right now. “Yeah. I don’t think he is who he—”

She suddenly stopped, her whole body stiffening as something rustled in the leaves nearby. I watched her closely as she looked from side to side, wondering if something happened that she wasn’t telling me about. She was acting so jumpy and weird.

“Hold this.” She absentmindedly handed her bow to Lydia, who balanced it on her upturned palms as if one wrong move would set it off.

“What? Why?” Her emerald eyes widened in horror.

“Because I thought I heard something.” Allison whispered harshly, as if that would help the situation at all.

She turned her back to us and took a few timid steps forward.

“Allison,” I sighed, moving toward her. It was probably nothing. And if it wasn’t, she shouldn’t be the one going to investigate. “I’m sure it—”

She turned around just long enough to shush me before continuing on her way. I paused, my lips parting in surprise. Did she really just do that?

I stood in place, my eyes firmly planted on her back until she turned a corner, disappearing among the trees. I was ridiculously confused by her sudden personality change. Up until this week, she’d been terrified of anything even remotely out of the ordinary. Especially after we spent that night in the school.

“She’s being weird. Right?” Lydia breathed from beside me, still standing completely still and holding the bow gingerly.

I nodded, eyes narrowing in the direction she’d gone. I guess there was a chance the noise was something supernatural, but we were in the woods. It could’ve been anything and was most likely harmless. Still, part of me wanted to go after her and make sure she was okay.

“Very.” I moved to walk away, but stopped when Lydia’s panicked voice sounded from behind me.

“Um, absolutely not. You are not leaving me alone with this thing.” Her wide eyes glanced down at the bow apprehensively.

“Oh, for God’s sake...” I stepped toward her, quickly plucking it from her hands, and she visibly relaxed with a heavy sigh.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I dropped it on top of Allison’s bag. She was always so dramatic. I motioned for her to follow me and continued forward. Allison couldn’t have gotten far yet, so I figured we’d find her pretty quickly.

I rounded a corner and immediately staggered to a stop as my eyes landed on Allison only a few feet away. She was crouched on the ground hugging Scott, who looked like he’d just fallen or something. His eyes found mine and immediately widened as he shook his head frantically with a wave of his hand.

I whirled around and nearly ran right into Lydia. Her eyes narrowed into a glare as I grabbed her biceps and jerked her the other way. I had no idea what he was even doing here, but I didn’t want to ruin their moment. He’d been trying to get back on her good side, and apparently it was working if what I just saw was any indication.

“Y/N, what the hell is wrong with you?” Lydia snapped, turning her head to try and see what I was taking us away from.

“Uh. It was a...wolf.” I cringed at my pathetic attempt at lying. I’d always been complete shit at it.

She gave up on tying to see what it was and let me continue pushing her forward, but still glanced at me as if I’d lost my mind. “There haven’t been wolves in Beacon Hills in—”

“Sixty years. I know.” I let out a huff as we made it back to Allison’s bag, and finally released her.

If only she knew how wrong she was. 

                                                  —————————

I crossed my arms over my chest impatiently, watching as Stiles fumbled with his house key for several seconds before finally managing to push it into the doorknob. He was always such a spaz, no matter what he was doing.

We didn’t have much time, but in my experience, Stiles and rushing don’t mix well. We were only stopping here so that he could grab his laptop before we met up with Scott at his house. The three of us were trying our hardest to find a pattern in the people Peter was trying to turn, so that we could hopefully stop him before he kills anyone else. 

“Why would Jackson want to be a werewolf?” I asked slowly, not fully believing what he'd just told me.

He turned around long enough to twitch his eyes at me incredulously before facing the door again. “Because it’s Jackson.”

I mean, fair enough. 

I’d been delivering dinner for mom at the hospital when Scott texted us that he wanted to meet up. Stiles came to get me, since she would need the car to get home in the morning. On the way here, he’d filled me in on his and Scott’s afternoon.

The three of us had a new policy: no more secrets, and no more lies. 

They decided to follow Jackson after school because they still don’t trust him and also, they’re nosy as hell. Apparently, he didn’t make it far before being cornered by Mr. Argent, so it was a good thing they have no concept of healthy boundaries. The fact that they saved his ass didn’t stop him from threatening to out Scott—again—if he doesn’t give him what he wants.

Stiles also casually mentioned that the Argents are actively trying to kill the alpha and his beta, who they think could be Scott, Jackson, or Derek. 

Things were a shitshow, basically.

Stiles popped his front door open and I trailed in behind him. My eyes immediately landed on his dad, who was sitting at their dining room table surrounded by various documents. Stiles perked up at the sight and practically ran to his side.

“Whatcha doin’?” He sang, peering down at the mountain of papers.

“Work.” Mr. Stilinski muttered curtly, his brows furrowing as he scribbled something down onto a notepad.

“Anything I can help with?” Stiles’ voice rose eagerly as his eyes continued flickering around the table.

His dad let out a long sigh and rubbed a hand across his forehead. It looked like he hadn’t gotten a good nights sleep in days. “You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that’d be awful nice.”

Stiles jerked upright and nearly bolted to the kitchen. I just stood in place by the door, watching him curiously. It was like he’d completely forgotten that we were supposed to be doing something. He had a tendency to be forgetful, especially when stressed. I’d say he was pretty wired lately, since he could barely go a minute without worrying about Scott and all his werewolf issues. 

He reappeared in the doorway a few seconds later, the bottle of alcohol and a shot glass in hand, and quickly pulled out a chair next to his dad. I decided to join them because I was honestly really curious about what he was working on. Plus, getting Stiles back on track usually took a lot more effort than I was willing to give right now. 

“Any leads?” He put the stuff onto the table and picked up the closest paper to him.

“Hey.” Mr. Stilinski swatted his hand away before wagging a pencil disapprovingly. Stiles cried out dramatically and rubbed at his fingers. “You know I can’t discuss that with you.”

“What about with me?” I slid into a free chair on the other side of the table, my lips pulling up into a teasing smile. It instantly dropped at the unamused stare he gave me. 

Okay. Do not joke with a tired Sheriff. Got it. 

I cleared my throat and glanced at Stiles for help, only to find that he was already looking at me, an amused smile twitching at the edges of his lips. He was trying to be discreet about it, so his dad wouldn’t see, and it was ridiculously adorable. 

He sagged back into his chair with a sigh. “Son, the last thing I need right now is you and your girlfriend shoving your noses into my classified investigation, so if you could just—”

My heart nearly stopped beating in my chest at his words. I looked at Stiles with wide eyes, but he was too busy sputtering silently toward his dad to notice. “Uh, we aren’t—” 

We still hadn’t talked about that. Sure, we’ve kissed a few times, but we haven’t gone on a proper date or anything yet, and he didn’t even ask me to the dance. As far as I was concerned, we were...friends? That sometimes kiss?

“Yeah. No. We-we haven’t...” He rushed the words out as he finally remembered how to talk, his cheeks turning bright pink.

“Look. I don’t care.” His dad sighed before sliding his glasses off and massaging his temples. “Just please go do...anything else.”

“Alright. Fine.” Stiles started pouring a shot of the whiskey, his eyes widening after a moment as if an idea dawned on him. He kept going until the glass was almost full before sliding it across the table. “Bottoms up.”

He got up just as quickly as he’d sat down, striding around the table to take my hand in his. I nearly tripped over my own feet as he pulled me out of my chair and up the stairs quickly. He shoved his bedroom door open before practically throwing me inside and slamming it behind us. 

I just stared at him with wide eyes as he leaned back against it with a sigh. 

“I didn’t want him to notice what I did.” He glanced at me fleetingly before pushing himself off the door and walking briskly toward his desk. 

I swear, he never slows down. 

“Which is...?” I drawled, turning around to watch him dig through each of the wooden drawers. 

He tongue swept across his bottom lip in concentration. My eyes followed the movement, my own lip rolling between my teeth. I was always surprised that he could manage to make even the smallest things attractive. “I’m gonna get him drunk. He talks a lot when he’s drunk.”

“So that’s how you know so much about police stuff.” I wandered over to his bed and plopped down, figuring I might as well get comfortable if we were going to be in here for awhile.

He stopped rummaging through his stuff to frown at me. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Manipulating a Sheriff into giving you classified information? That one’s not exactly north on the moral compass.” I dragged my toes along the hardwood floors and leaned back on my palms.

He rolled his eyes and turned back to the desk, searching for another few seconds before letting out a frustrated huff. He practically slammed the last drawer closed. One of his hands came up to scratch at the side of his head as he turned and let his eyes flicker around the room. 

“Where the hell did I leave that thing?” He muttered, more to himself than me.

He suddenly perked up, as if remembering something, and took a few big steps toward the bed. He bent down in front of me and started moving his blankets around. I leaned to the side in an effort to give him more room, since it seemed like he somehow forgot I was sitting right here. My eyes flickered over his face, which was only a few inches away from mine. 

The window beside his bed let in just enough light to perfectly illuminate his freckled skin. It reflected off of his eyes, making them look like molten amber. His nose was scrunched adorably in concentration as he weaved around me to look for the laptop. He suddenly stopped fidgeting and moved back slightly. 

“Ah ha! Got ya, you little...” He trailed off as his eyes met mine. He froze, as if only just then realizing how close we were. 

I stole a glance at his lips before deciding to close the distance between us. It was hard to think about anything else but kissing him when he was this close. My hands moved up to the sides of his face and I tugged him those last few inches closer. When my lips slanted over his, he stiffened against me, as if caught off guard. The contact only lasted a few seconds before he pulled back with with shaky breath. 

I took one look at his stunned expression and erupted into a fit of giggles. 

“What?” He frowned and moved away, his eyes searching mine.

“Why do you always kiss me like you think I’m going to punch you in the face right after?” I chuckled and let my hands drop back down to my lap.

It looked like he was about to argue as his mouth opened and closed a few times. He eventually just dragged his tongue against the inside of his cheek and sighed in defeat. “I just—uh. I want you to be comfortable, and I don’t want you to think that I want you to do something that you don’t want to do.”

My brows furrowed as I tried to figure out what the hell he just said. 

“I’m gonna go check on my dad.” He jerked up to his full height and rubbed at the back of his neck before practically running out the door. 

I watched it bounce off the wall from the force he’d used to open it, and shook my head in amusement. I wasn’t sure how he still managed to be such a spaz around me after all this time, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t endearing as hell. After a few seconds, I wandered out of his room and down the stairs to join him.

“You know, Derek Hale would be a hale—” My eyes landed on Mr. Stilinski, still sitting in the same position we’d left him in, as he stopped slurring for a moment to chuckle at his own slip up. “A hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him.”

Stiles was sitting in the spot beside him again, already nose deep in some document. I padded over to the table and slid into the empty chair on the other side of the table. I finally processed his words and looked at him in question. They didn’t have a single picture of Derek? He’d been arrested at least two separate times now. How was that possible?

“How do you not have a picture of him?” Stiles’ eyebrows pinched as he voiced my thoughts perfectly.

His dad peeled a small piece of paper off the table and studied it as if it held a code he had yet to decipher. “It’s the weirdest thing. It’s like, every time I try to get a mugshot, there’s like two laser beams pointing at the camera...”

Stiles ripped the picture out of his hands and inspected it closely. I leaned over the table to get a look, my eyes widening at what I saw. It was definitely Derek, but only a fraction of his face was visible through the two bright circles that took up most of the shot.

“Nice.” I breathed before sitting back down, honestly impressed. That was a pretty cool trick and could probably come in handy later on.

“Oh my God.” Mr. Stilinski groaned and slid his glasses off before leaning back in his chair and rubbing his hands down his face. “That ounce hit me like a brick. I’ve said way too much, and if you repeat any of this...”

“Dad. It’s me. I’m not gonna say anything. Come on.” Stiles scoffed and put the picture down, as if his dad questioning him at all was offensive.

The Sheriff���s eyes swept toward me and I swallowed, feeling nervous under his intense gaze. It was like he couldn’t turn off the whole cop thing. Or maybe he just really didn’t like me. I looked away from him and picked up a nearby file to distract myself.

“And Y/N, she’s ya know, trustworthy...too.” A frown pulled at my lips. That stuttering mess made me sound anything but. How did he still manage to be awkward even in front of his own dad?

“See, the thing is, they’re all connected.” Mr. Stilinski started, that jumble of words apparently enough to convince him to continue. “The bus driver that was killed was the insurance investigator assigned to the Hale house fire.”

My eyes widened as I realized I was looking at that very man’s file. I flitted through the pages quickly, looking for anything relevant. 

“Terminated under suspicion of fraud.” I read the words slowly, wondering if it had anything to do with the fire.

I glanced up toward Stiles, who fidgeted in his seat uncomfortably before moving his attention to his dad. “Alright. Who else?”

“The video store clerk who got his throat slashed? A convicted felon with a history of arson.” 

“What about the other two guys? The ones in the woods?” My eyes swept back to Stiles quickly. I’d nearly forgotten about them. They were “mysteriously” killed the night Stiles took Scott into the preserve to get drunk after Allison broke up with him. 

“Priors all over their records. Including—”

“Arson?” I quipped, putting the pieces together easily.

Every single murder was connected to the Hale house fire. But why?

He breathed out a heavy sigh and let the papers he was holding flutter back down to the table. “There’s just so many questions. I mean, if Derek wanted to kill everyone involved with the fire, why start with his sister? She didn’t have anything to do with it. You know, why make it look like some kind of animal did it?”

Stiles looked away from him, his jaw clenching. His eyes flickered to mine fleetingly before moving down to his fingers as he tapped them on the edge of the table, his brows furrowing.

“And, when that cougar showed up in the parking lot, I checked with animal control. Did you know that the incidents of wild animal reports are up seventy percent over the last few months? It’s like they’re just going crazy and running out of the woods.”

It was in that moment, as I saw him so confused and dejected, that a heavy wave of realization crashed down onto my shoulders. Allison wasn’t the only one being hurt by the secrets in Beacon Hills. Not even close. There were so many layers to the problems that all of this shit had created. I hadn’t even considered how it would effect people like Stiles’ dad. 

But it made total sense. Of course, how would they solve any of these cases without the most important piece? He’d run himself into the ground trying to figure out the impossible. Until he knew about the supernatural aspect, he wasn’t going to make any progress. The thought made my heart twist uncomfortably in my chest.

I finally realized how much it was weighing on Stiles, too. It was clear that it pained him not to tell his dad everything. His jaw was tight as Mr. Stilinski rambled on about the unknown, his lips rolled into a thin line. He couldn’t sit still for more than a few seconds, and he kept fidgeting with his fingers. 

It dawned on me then, too, that he wasn’t just complacent in all the lying like I thought this whole time. He was a caretaker. He quite literally couldn’t help but try to protect everyone around him all at once. I had a feeling that even if Scott said it was okay to tell his dad everything, he still wouldn’t.

“Or something’s scaring them out.” Stiles finally sighed, looking defeated. 

Just then, both of our phones dinged with a notification. I pulled mine out of my pocket, brows furrowing at the somewhat incoherent text we’d gotten from Scott.

Mom. Date. PETER!

A second later, another message came through.

MY MOM IS ON A DATE WITH PETER. FREAKING OUT. HELP.

Holy shit. What? That is beyond bad. That’s so fucking terrible I can’t even put it into words. 

My eyes jerked up when Stiles’ chair scraped against the hardwood floors loudly. He bolted to his feet and practically ran around the table, grabbing my arm in the process. He muttered something about us having to be somewhere over his shoulder, but his dad was too far gone to think twice about our quick departure anyway.

We scrambled out the door and into his Jeep, peeling out of the driveway as I recited the address and license plate Scott had sent over. Neither of us said a word as he sped to the other side of town.

After several tense minutes, I spotted the car up ahead. My eyes widened as I realized that it was parked on the side of the road. That couldn’t be good. I saw the silhouette of a man in the driver’s seat, but couldn’t find anyone else inside. 

Oh, God. I hope we aren’t too late.  

“There.” I said, pointing at the car. Stiles immediately veered off the road, but he wasn’t slowing down. I put my hands on the dash for support and looked over at him frantically. “Uh...Stiles?”

I lurched forward, my seatbelt digging into my shoulder as he slammed into the rear bumper of the car. My jaw dropped in shock as smoke started pouring out from under the Jeep’s hood, which was now bent. 

The passenger door in front of us popped open, a very angry looking Ms. McCall tumbling out. “Oh, God! Stiles!”

Well, at least she was still alive.

“Ms. McCall?” He scrambled out of the Jeep, looking flustered despite doing that very much intentionally. 

“Yes!” She threw her hands up in exasperation as she walked around to survey the damage. 

“Wow. Well, this is just crazy. What a coincidence!” Stiles chuckled nervously as he met her between the cars. 

I threw my door open and slid out, immediately shivering as the freezing night air wafted over my skin. My head tilted up to the sky as it started sprinkling. Great. That’s just what we need right now. I came to a stop beside Stiles, crossing my arms tightly over my chest to hold in of my warmth.

“I-I really don’t know what happened. You guys came out of nowhere.” He let out a huff and put his hands on his hips, eyes twitching as he raised his eyebrows, hoping she would buy the excuse. 

“Came out of nowhere? We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles!” Yeah, she so wasn’t believing any of this for a second. 

“How crazy is that?” His voice rose with panic as Peter came striding toward us, looking equally as unamused. “Man, we should probably call the cops. Do like an accident report or something?”

“I don’t think that’s necessary.” Peter drawled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. What was with the Hale’s and leather? Was it a fashion statement? A werewolf thing? Or did they just not own anything else?

Either way, being this close to him was making my skin crawl.

“Are you sure?” One of Stiles’ eyes squinted shut as he lifted a hand to rub at the back of his neck with a forced grimace. “I think I’m feeling a little bit of whiplash.”

“Whiplash?” It looked like Ms. McCall was going to injure him herself as her voice became sharp with frustration. “You hit us!”

Peter suddenly turned his back to us and began muttering something under his breath. I peered around Ms. McCall’s shoulder and watched as he seemingly talked to himself. My brows furrowed in confusion and I pulled my phone out of my pocket. As I suspected, there was a new text from Scott saying that he was here a few minutes ago. 

I looked around, but couldn’t find him anywhere. My eyes landed on Peter again as he continued taking slow steps away from us. He was clearly talking to Scott, who would be able to hear him from a good distance away. But where was he?

“You know what, I seriously can’t do this right now.” Ms. McCall threw her hands up and walked back to the car with a huff. 

Without thinking too hard about it, I started walking toward Peter. I wanted to know what he was saying, and what the hell he thought he was doing by going after Scott’s mom. If I stopped for even a second I would’ve realized how epically stupid that was, but at the current moment I was too angry to care. For some reason, putting a human face to the alpha had made him just a little less scary. 

I only made it a few steps before a firm hand on my wrist stopped me. I turned to see Stiles staring at me with wide eyes. “Are you out of your freakin’ mind?”

At the touch of his skin on mine, I suddenly felt like the earth shifted beneath my feet. I staggered back a step, a gasp escaping me as a vivid image of Scott flashed in my mind. The only thing I could see was his face, scrunched into a pained grimace.

Stiles ripped his hand away and I was dropped harshly back into the present. “Whoa. What? What?”

I stumbled to the side, feeling lightheaded, and met his wide eyes. He stared at me with parted lips, his eyebrows raised in shock. The vision had come and gone too fast for me to see what was going on, but I knew it couldn’t be good as my stomach tightened uncomfortably.

“Do that again.” I rushed the words out in one breath. “Touch me again.”

He stammered silently for a few seconds, his confused eyes searching mine. I jutted my arm out toward him expectantly and he rolled his lips into a thin line, looking uneasy. After a few moments of hesitation, he slowly wrapped his hand around my wrist again. 

My eyes fluttered closed as the image of Scot instantly returned. I could no longer feel the rain on my face or the chill of the night air. I was just looking down at Scott, watching as he writhed around on the leaf covered ground, a wet stain on his shirt just below his heart slowly expanding.

A thick liquid stained his lips and chin. It looked like blood, but was almost black. He took in a hoarse breath, his chest heaving from the effort.

Suddenly, my eyes snapped open with a jolt. I nearly toppled over as my legs gave out under me. Stiles wrapped his hands around my biceps and studied with me a hard look. I blinked at him a few times, trying to get my eyes to refocus.

“I’m sorry, but I had to stop. It looked like you were in pain. What the hell was that?” His voice was tight with concern as his eyes flickered around my face.

I rubbed a hand against my chest in an effort to steady my breathing. My head pounded harshly as I looked around, trying to convince myself that I was actually back in the present. 

“We need to go. Right now.” I made a move toward the Jeep, but Stiles stood firmly in place, stopping me easily. 

He gave me a hard look and shook me slightly as he spoke. “Okay. You’re really starting to freak me out. What’s going on right now?”

“I’ll explain on the way. Just...please. Trust me.” His eyes twitched as he swallowed slowly. I tried my hardest to silently convey how serious this was. If we were going to make it to Scott before whatever the hell that was happened, we needed to go. Now. 

He hesitated a moment, looking at me as if he wasn’t convinced of my sanity, but eventually nodded in agreement. I let out a breath of relief, casting a final quick glance at Ms. McCall and Peter as I climbed into the Jeep. I was nervous about leaving her with him, but right now Scott was the priority. 

I just hoped we would get there in time. 

                                                —————————

I squinted through the darkness, using my phone’s flashlight to help illuminate our path as we walked through the woods. It was nearly midnight now, the sun long gone. I was starting to lose hope that we would find Scott. It looked like he was somewhere in the preserve during my vision, but we had yet to run into a single other living thing yet. With each passing minute, it seemed more and more likely that I was actually just crazy.

“So I’m your anchor? Me. Stiles.” He asked from beside me, for the third time in ten minutes.

I sighed, pulling his jacket tighter against me as a gust of wind brushed along the back of my neck. He’d given it to me without hesitation when we got out of the car, already assuming I’d be cold. Since we had nothing else to do while looking for Scott, I told him about what I saw by the cars and explained how Derek helped me with my visions last week. 

He wasn’t happy, to put it mildly. He probably hated the guy more than any of us, and had since let me know how much he despised the idea of me being alone with him. Repeatedly. 

“Don’t go getting a big head about it.” I quipped, mostly joking. “I’m sure I could pick a new one if I wanted to.”

He stopped walking and looked over at me, utterly offended. When he leaned forward to narrow his eyes, I noticed something over his shoulder. I took a big step toward him and shoved his head out of the way quickly.

“Hey! What the hell was—”

“Oh my God.” My heart instantly started hammering in my chest as I saw a crumpled figure a few feet ahead. “Scott!”

As I sprinted toward him, I heard a low, pained groan. Within seconds, I fell onto my knees beside him. His eyes were fluttering as he stared vacantly up into the sky and clutched his injured side. My hands twitched in the air above him, wanting to help but having no idea what to do. Thick smoke started pouring out between his fingers, and I reeled back in disgust. 

Stiles scrambled to his other side a moment later, wide eyes flickering back and forth between Scott and I as if he couldn’t believe that I was right. Honestly, I couldn’t either.

“Allison...” Scott choked the word out, barely able to get a breath in. 

“Seriously?” I shouted urgently as panic surged through me. “You’re literally dying and that’s all you can say? What the hell happened?”

“Derek...Jackson was...” He sputtered and coughed, thick blood oozing from his mouth.

I groaned in frustration. This whole gasping out one word at a time thing was not working for me. I looked up at Stiles desperately. “We have to do something.”

“Uh. Right. Okay...” I could practically see the gears turning in his head as his eyes flickered around spastically before finally coming back to mine. “The clinic. We have to take him to the clinic.”

“What?” I breathed, surprised by the suggestion. 

“Just, come on. We don’t have much time.” 

We both draped each of Scott’s arms over our shoulders and started dragging him back the way we came. I was obviously Incredibly freaked out because he was dying right in front of us, but I was angry, too. I was so mad at myself for not being able to see this sooner. If I had control over my visions, we could’ve been here before he even got hurt. I couldn’t help but feel partially to blame for the whole thing. 

Within minutes we were barreling through the vet clinic’s doors. We came in using the garage, the same way Scott had told us to when Derek was in this same position. It was obvious that he’d been shot with a bullet covered in wolf’s bane, since he wasn’t healing at all. Stiles and I dropped him onto one of the metal operating tables the second we got in the room.

He was passed out cold at this point. I bent over to rest my hands on my knees, my chest heaving with labored breaths. He was heavy as shit, and Stiles and I aren’t exactly the peak of fitness. After I caught my breath, I stood up straight and immediately froze at the sight of Deaton in the doorway.

He was just standing there, observing us curiously. We were so screwed. He could charge us with breaking and entering, at the very least. Plus, Scott was laying on his table with a bullet hole in his chest. There was absolutely no way to explain this, and we didn’t have time anyway.

“Uh...” I stammered, not sure what to say. 

“Remove his shirt.” Deaton said slowly, his eyes firmly planted on Scott as he walked across the room. 

Stiles and I exchanged a quick glance, but did as he said. I grimaced and reared back as I saw the bullet wound properly for the first time. It was still discharging that weird smoke and was oozing a thick, nasty looking black liquid. Deaton returned to the table with a pair of long tweezers, gauze, and a small jar. He looked strangely calm as he peered down at Scott’s unconscious frame.

“I thought you were a vet.” My eyes trailed over him as he snapped on a pair of medical gloves. I appreciated the help from an adult right now, but he wasn’t exactly a doctor.

He glanced at me fleetingly before picking up the tweezers. “That’s correct. And ninety percent of the time I’m mostly treating cats and dogs.”

“Mostly?” Stiles muttered from beside me, his eyes glistening down at Scott with worry. 

Deaton paused just before digging the tweezers into Scott’s side. He looked at the two of us, a small smile pulling at his lips as if he knew something we didn’t. “Mostly.”

Just then, my phone started ringing loudly. I winced at the high pitched tone and reached into my back pocket to fish it out, but stilled when I came up empty. My brows furrowed as I patted my hands against my jeans. I could’ve sworn I put it back in there once we found Scott. 

“What are you doing?” Stiles eyed me curiously from the other end of the table. 

“Have you seen my phone?” I muttered, walking around the room to look around the floor. The ringing kept getting progressively louder, to the point that it was almost painful. I rubbed at my ears as I continued searching. 

“Y/N...” Something about his tone made my attention snap back to him. I glanced down at his hand as he held it out toward me. “You dropped it in the woods so I picked it up...”

My breath caught in my throat as I looked down at the screen. It was black. There was no one calling me, but I could still hear the ringing even now. It didn’t make any sense. I took it from him with a shaky hand, avoiding his concerned gaze. I nearly jumped out of my skin as it started actually going off the second my fingers touched it. 

My eyes flickered up toward Stiles and Deaton, who were both watching me closely. I cleared my throat and turned my back to them before answering. 

“Y/N!” Allison yelled harshly, panic clear in her voice. I immediately stiffened. What more could go wrong tonight? “You’re never going to fucking believe this.”

“What?” I breathed, my heart already beating erratically in my chest with anticipation.

“My aunt just showed me this creepy room we have in our basement—which I didn’t even know was a thing by the way—and you’ll never believe who she has chained up in there.”

I blinked a few times, taking a moment to process what she said. “Allison, just spit it out already.”

“Derek fucking Hale! And—and that’s not all. He was...he’s. Oh my God, I can’t even say it. He’s a...a...”

I pinched my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable bomb to drop. How did he always manage to get himself in these ridiculous situations? Like, are you kidding me right now? As if dealing with Peter wasn’t enough, he goes and gets himself kidnapped by the Argents too.  I turned back around to face Stiles and Deaton, my gaze shifting to the fresh bandage on Scott’s side. I took the relieved look in their eyes as a good sign that he was going to be okay. I held onto the small hope that Allison’s innocence had been preserved and she wasn’t about to say what I thought.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy, but he’s—she said that he’s a...werewolf.”

Yeah, I knew we weren’t that lucky.

Episode 9                   Episode 11

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Tri-Wizard Tournament

Request: Yes / No  Hello! I love your writing and was wondering if you're taking requests for harry potter? If so I was wondering if you could write a cedric diggory x sibling reader/ draco x reader where the reader basically goes though everything cedric went through in the movie and just lots of angst and fluff and stuff! I understand if you don't get to this, thanks love!♡ (Btw the reader can be any house!) Anon

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Diggory!Reader

Word count: 5415

Warnings: Death and sadness!

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Back at Hogwarts, home sweet home. We were all settled in at our tables and I smiled at my brother from across the room. I was upset when I wasn’t put in the same house as my slightly older brother Cedric, but I was happy with Ravenclaw. I then glanced over at my boyfriend Draco Malfoy. People were a little shocked that he was with someone from another house, but I was also a Pure-blood, something his parents were very happy with. My family on the other hand weren’t the happiests, but they tried not to bother me about it. 

Everyone was chatting about their summers and catching up with friends. Dumbledor got up and quieted everyone down. It took a moment, but the room was soon quiet. 

“Now we’re all settled in and sorted, I’d like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen…” He was cut off by Filch running up to him and whispering something to him. He ran off and Dumbledor stood up straight again. 

“So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the Tri-Wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more on that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime.” He said and the doors opened. Girls dressed in blue came in dancing and butterflies flew into the air. They got to the front and bowed, the guys stared in awe as the girls glared at them. I took a glance at Draco and he was also staring, I sent him a glare. He noticed me and quickly looked down. I rolled my eyes, boys… 

“And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Drumstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff.” Dumbledor said and the doors opened once again. A bunch of strong looking guys walked in and the girls started staring, while the boys glared. I couldn’t help myself, Draco sent me a glare and I gave him a sorrowful smile. He rolled his eyes and started glaring at the guys that just walked in. Everyone sat down and the feast began. 

Once everyone ate, Dumbledor stood up once again.

“Your attention please!” He called gaining everyone’s attention. 

“I would like to saw a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the Tri-Wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the Department of International Magic Cooperation, Mister Bartimus Crouch.” He introduced and a man stood up. Suddenly thunder roared through the room and it started raining. People started screaming and panicking, I looked around confused. Someone casted a spell and I looked over to see Mad-Eye Moody standing off to the side. 

“My dear old friend, thanks for coming.” Dumbledore greeted him. 

“That stupid roof.” He grumbled back and took a drink. 

“After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. This decision is final.” Mr. Crouch said. Everyone that was under seventeen started booing and causing a fuss. I didn’t care, seeing as I could still participate. 

“Silence!” Dumbledore boomed. He casted a spell and the box that was behind him revealed a goblet with blue flames. 

“The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour of Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there’s no turning back. And from this moment the Tri-Wizard Tournament has begun!” He said. 

As soon as we were sent to our houses, everyone walked out. Draco pulled me to the side and his eyes narrowed at me. 

“What was that about?” He asked and I raised a brow at him. 

“I’m sorry?” I asked. 

“I saw you staring at those guys.” He growled and I scoffed. 

“You were staring at those girls.” I pointed out. 

“I-I wasn’t-”

“Merlin, Draco, I saw you don’t even try and lie to me. You were bloody drooling over them.” I said rolling my eyes.

“And you weren’t?” He scoffed. 

“Draco please, this is ridiculous.” I said. 

“You’re mine.” He growled and I smirked at him. 

“I know love.” I said and walked off. 

A few days later I was walking to the Goblet to put my name in. As I was walking someone grabbed me to stop me. I turned around to see my brother. 

“What are you doing?” He asked. 

“Putting my name in the Goblet, obviously.” I said. 

“No, it’s dangerous.” He said and I noticed he too had his name on a piece of parchment. 

“So? You’re putting your name in.” I said. 

“I’m older.” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“By a year Ced, I’m putting my name in.” I said turning back around, but he stopped me once again. 

“No way! You’re going to get hurt.” He said. 

“Ced, I love you, but I’m doing this. I’m not scared.” I said and he shook his head. 

“Please don’t do this.” He begged. 

“I won’t if you won’t.” I said. 

“But-” 

“That’s what I thought.” I said turning on my heel and walking into the room. Everyone cheered when they saw Cedric and he was loving it. He put his name in the Goblet and again they cheered. I walked up and placed my name in, smiling at my brother. He shook his head at me and I heard people whispering about how I was crazy for putting my name in. The Weasley twins came running in and all attention was on them now. I slipped out of the room and was walking back to my common room. Again some grabbed me and I turned to see Draco. 

“Have you lost it?” He asked and I sighed. 

“Not you too…” I groaned. 

“Did you not hear how it’s dangerous? What if something happens to you?” He asked. 

“I’m not afraid, I want to do this.” I said and he shook his head. 

“No, this is crazy!” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“Imagine if I win, how incredible would that be? I’d be a legend!” I said. 

“You’re sure you want to do this?” He asked after a moment. 

“Can’t really take it back now, but yes I really do.” I said and he sighed. 

“I’m still going to hope you don’t get picked.” He said and I smiled. 

“Do that all you want love, but I’ll be hoping for the opposite.” I said and kissed him. 

It was finally Thursday and I was so anxious and excited. Everyone was gathered in the Goblet room, waiting for the names to be announced. 

“Sit down please.” Dumbledore called into the room. Everyone quieted down and looked on with both excitement and anxiousness. 

“And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the champions selection!” He said. He walked over to the Goblet and the blue flame turned red, then spit out the first name. 

“The Durmstrang champion is, Viktor Krum!” He announced and the Durmstrang boys cheered. The flame turned red again and another name came out. 

“The champion from Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour!” He announced. The girl cheer as Fleur walked up. The flame was once again red and the last name came out. 

“The Hogwarts champion, Y/N Diggory!” He announced and I smiled, getting up. I walked down, took my name, and followed the other two into the other room. 

That was the start of the tournament. It was all normal, except instead of three champions there were four, the great Harry Potter somehow got his name in the Goblet. People were rooting for me to win over Harry. They were insulting him nonstop and I honestly felt bad. Everyone seemed to be wearing bandages someone made, all insulting Harry. Currently I was hanging out with my brother and friends, they were insulting Harry, but my brother and I were staying out of it, mostly. Cedric was laughing at their jokes and insults, while I was sitting there a bit uncomfortable. I sat on the bench and noticed Harry walking our way. 

“Can I have a word?” He asked me and I nodded. We walked away from our friends and my friends were trying to call me back, but I ignored them. 

“Dragons. That’s the first task. They’ve got one for each of us.” He said and my eyes widened. 

“Are you serious? And the others, Fleur and Krum, do they…?” I trailed off. 

“Yes.” He answered. 

“Right, hey Harry, listen about the badges. I had nothing to do with it, I’ve asked them not to wear it, but-”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said cutting me off and walking off. I sighed and shook my head. I feel so bad… I turned to go back to my friend, but someone’s voice stopped me. 

“Why so tense Potter? My father and I have a bet you see. I don’t think you’re gonna last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees. He thinks you won’t last five.” Draco teased with a laugh. 

“I don’t give a damn what you or your Father thinks Malfoy. He’s vile and cruel, and you’re just pathetic.” Harry said to him and I sighed. This wasn’t going to end well… I turned back around to see Harry walking off and Draco getting ready to cast a jinx most likely. Mad-Eye walks over and turned Draco into a ferret. 

“Draco!” I called and rushed over to the scene. 

“I’ll teach you to cast when someone’s back is turned.” Mad-Eye growled. 

“Professor Moody, what are you doing?” Professor McGonagall asked walking over as well. 

“Teaching.” Mad-Eye answered. 

“Is that a student?” She asked, shocked. 

“Technically it’s a ferret.” He answered. He then sent him into Crabbe’s pants. Goyle tried to pull him out but apparently Draco bit him. Everyone was laughing and I glared at my brother for being one of them. Draco ends up on the ground and McGonagall turns him back. 

“My Father will hear about this!” Draco shouted. 

“Is that a threat?” Mad-Eye growled holding up his wand and Draco runs off. I glare at the crazy professor and run after him. 

“Draco!” I call and he stops running. 

“Are you alright?” I asked, gently grabbing his face. 

“That was utterly humiliating.” He groaned. 

“I’m sorry love, but I’m sure everyone will forget about it tomorrow when the tournament really starts.” I said, offering him a smile. 

“Then I just have to worry about you.” He said with a sigh. 

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” I said and kissed him. 

Everyone was pacing around the tent waiting for things to start. We heard the roars of the dragons and that only raised our anxiety. Cedric had stopped by wishing me luck and telling me to be careful, same with Draco, but they left soon after. Soon enough Dumbledore walked in with others following him. 

“Good day champions. Gather round please.” He said and we all gathered in a circle. 

“Now you’ve all waited, you’ve wondered, and at last the moment has arrived. The moment only four of you can fully appreciate.” He said and looked around at all of us. 

“What are you doing here Miss. Granger?” He asked when he noticed Hermione here, she had been visiting Harry. 

“Oh um… Sorry, I’ll just go.” She said awkwardly and slipped out. 

“Barty. The bag.” Dumbledore said and Mr. Crouch held open a bag. 

“Champions, in a circle around me. Miss. Delacour over here, Mr. Krum, and Potter over here.” He said moving us around slightly. 

“Right, Miss. Delacour, if you will…” He said holding the bag open for her. Flure reached in and took out a little green dragon. 

“The Welsh Green. Mr. Krum.” He said and Viktor took one out. 

“The Chinese Fireball. Oooooh.” He said. He moved to me and I pulled one out. 

“The Swedish Short-Snout. Which leaves…” He said and turned to Harry. He took out the last dragon. 

“The Hungarian Horntail. These represent very real dragons, each of which has been given a golden egg to protect. Your objective is simple, collect the egg. This you much do, for each egg contains a clue, without which you cannot hope to proceed to the next task. Any questions?” He asked and no one had any. 

“Very well. Good luck champions. Miss. Diggory the sound of the cannon…” Dumbledore was cut off by Filch firing the cannon. Everyone was cheering and I took a deep breath. Everyone left and I was getting ready to walk out. 

“Good luck.” Harry said and I smiled at him. 

“You as well.” I said and walked through the tent. I looked around at everyone and suddenly didn’t feel nervous. The dragon crawled out and cried into the air. I needed to think quickly and pulled out my wand. I casted the transfiguration spell and turned one of the rocks into a dog to try and distract the dragon. Lucky for me it worked and I rushed for the egg. I was just about to grab it when flames engulfed part of my face. I shrieked in pain, but dove for the egg anyway. I held it up and people came and got a hold of the dragon. I was quickly brought to the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey was quick to help me. My brother, Father, and Draco were the first to visit me. 

“Y/N/N, are you alright?” Cedric asked, rushing over to me. 

“I’m find Ced, it’s just a little burn. Nothing that can’t be fixed, right Madam Pomfrey?” I asked and she smiled at me. 

“That’s correct.” She said finishing up. 

“It’ll take a few days to heal, but you’ll be good as new.” She said and I smiled. 

“Thank you.” I said and she left to go treat other students. 

“I told you you shouldn’t have done this.” Both Draco and Cedric said at the same time. 

“At least you two can agree on something.” I said rolling my eyes. My Father laughed and smiled at me. 

“She’ll be fine you two, She’s strong.” He said and I smiled. 

“Thanks Dad, at least you understand.” I said. 

The next few days I was in recovery, and I never heard the end of how dangerous the tournament was from both Draco and my brother. When I was finally better and out of the hospital wing we had the whole day off from classes. Professor Flitwick gathered all the Ravenclaws up and we were separated by boys and girls. He was telling us about the Yule Ball and how on Christmas Eve night everyone would gather in the great hall for the party. He informed me as well as everyone that I would be having the first dance along with the other champions. So today was our dance lesson. It was honestly great to learn and I couldn’t stop thinking about how Draco was going to ask me. 

Over the next week I was waiting for Draco to ask me, but he hasn’t yet. I’ve had a few other guys ask me, but I politely declined. I was sitting on the edge of the fountain trying to figure out a way to open this stupid egg without it blasting my eardrums out. 

“Y/N?” I looked up to see Draco walking over to me. He looked nervous, but I gave him a smile. 

“Hello love.” I said. He smiled, but pulled out a box from behind his back and handed it to me. 

“What’s this?” I asked, 

“Open it.” He said and I undid the perfectly done green bow. I took the top off the silver colored box and gasped. Inside was a pair of emerald earrings and a sapphire necklace. 

I looked up at him in both awe and confusion. 

“Will you do me the honor of being my date to the Yule Ball?” He asked and I hopped up, attacking him in a hug. 

“Of course Draco! Also these are beautiful.” I said looking back down at the box. 

“I didn’t know if you had a dress already, but if not was I hoping I could convince you to wear a green one?” He asked and I smiled. 

“Sorry love, I already have one. My Mother sent me a dress. It’s blue and silver, but I will still gladly wear these earrings.” I said and gave him a peck. 

“I’m sure you’ll look beautiful.” He said and kissed me deeper. 

“Draco, stop, I really need to work on getting this egg open.” I said, pushing him away with a smile. 

“Come on love, you could use a break from this stupid egg.” He said wrapping his arms around my waist. 

“I just want to know how to open this damn thing.” I said with a sigh. 

A few weeks went by and it was finally time for the Yule Ball. I got dressed and put on the jewelry that Draco had gotten for me. I did a blue and silver eye makeup with winged eyeliner, and finished the look off with a nude pink tinted lip. 

I smiled at myself in the mirror. I looked amazing… I walked down to the great hall. Everyone stared at me in awe and Draco smiled at me. He met me at the bottom of the steps and kissed my hand. 

“You look beautiful love. Absolutely perfect.” He said and I blushed. 

“You look very handsome too, Draco.” I said. 

“Shall we?” He asked, offering me his arm. 

“We shall.” I said taking it. We walked over to the entrance. Professor McGonagall placed us in order and we waited for the cue to walk in. Soon we were motioned to enter and we walked in to everyone clapping and cheering. Each of us got in position and waited for the music to start. Draco and I were dancing expertly and soon other people joined in. 

The night was filled with dancing, laughter, and eating. Draco and I have been inseparable all night. The Weird Sisters even performed some songs, it was a perfect night. Draco had pulled me away and ran to an empty hall. He suddenly stopped and pushed me against the wall.

“I hate seeing them stare.” He growled in my ear. 

“Everyone knows I’m yours, Draco.” I said with a sly smile. 

“They will.” He whispered and started kissing my neck, obviously leaving marks. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. 

“Draco stop! Someone will catch us.” I said, trying to push him off. He finally stopped and gave me a smirk. 

“Now we can go back.” He said and started walking back to the ball. 

“You tease.” I grumbled and followed him. 

“You know you love it.” He said putting his arms around my waist. 

The next day I needed to relax after all the dancing, my feet were killing me. I went to the fifth floor prefects bathroom, the best bathroom in my opinion. I brought the stupid egg with me becuase I still couldn’t open it without it screeching. I filled the large tub and slipped in with the egg in my hands. 

“You stupid egg, what on earth am I going to do with you?” I asked myself. I looked at the water and suddenly got an idea. 

“Worth a shot.” I mumbled and pushed it under the water. I held my breath and followed under it. 

“Come seek us where our voices sound. We cannot sing above the ground. An hour long you’ll have to look, to recover what we took.” The voices sang. I returned to above water and thought about it for a bit. 

“So the next task is in the Black Lake and we only have an hour, but what are we retrieving?” I asked myself. 

“Guess I have to find a way to breathe underwater…” I sighed. I finished my bath and quickly went back to my room. 

I was walking around the grounds of Hogwarts trying to find Harry. He helped me with the first round, so now it was my turn to help him. Finally someone told me they saw him near the bridge. I rushed there and found him talking to Hermione. 

“Hey, Potter!” I called and he turned around. 

“Y/N.” He said. 

“How are you?” I asked. 

“Spectacular.” He said sarcastically. 

“Harry, listen, I realised I never properly thanked you for tipping me off about the dragons.” I said. 

“Forget about it. I’m sure you would have done the same for me.” He said. 

“Exactly! Which is why I’m telling you that you should take your egg underwater.” I said and he looked at me confused. 

“Trust me.” I said and walked off. I walked to the library to try and find something to help me breath under water. I was studying when someone sat down next to me. I looked up and saw Draco. 

“What are you doing, love?” He asked. 

“Trying to think of a way to breathe underwater.” I sighed. 

“Would you like me to help?” He offered. 

“That’d be helpful, thank you.” I said pushing a book to him. The two of us were looking for anything, but so far nothing that would last an hour or longer. 

“Hey Y/N/N, Malfoy, what are you doing?” Cedric asked, walking over to us, he narrowed his eyes at Draco. 

“Trying to find a way to breathe underwater.” I groaned. 

“What about the bubble charm?” He said and my eyes lit up. 

“I totally forgot about that! Ced, you’re the best! I said, jumping up and hugged him. 

“Anything for my little sis.” He said with a chuckle. 

“Mr. Malfoy, Professor McGonagall needs you in her office.” Miss. Pince said. 

“Um alright?” He said, confused. I gave him a peck and he left. 

“Would you help me put these away?” I asked my brother and he nodded. We talked about the tournament and he once again was telling me how I shouldn’t be doing this. 

The next day the Weasley twins were taking bets on who would win this task. I was walking with my brother, trying to look around for Draco. I haven’t seen him since the library last night… I was playing with my hands, something I did when I was nervous and Cedric noticed. 

“Hey, everything’s gonna be fine.” He said, grabbing one of my hands. 

“I know.” I said. We finally made it to the lake and everyone was ready to start. 

“Welcome to the second task! Last night something was stolen from each of our champions. A treasure of sorts. These four treasures, one for each champion, now lie on the bottom of the Black Lake. In order to win each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface. Simple enough. Except for this, they will only have one hour to do so and one hour only. After that they’ll be on their own.” Dumbledore’s voice boomed. 

“You may begin at the start of the cannon.” He continued and once again Filch fired the cannon. We all jumped in and I quickly casted the bubble charm. I started swimming around trying to find whatever this treasure was. After a bit I heard some singing and quickly swam towards it. When I got there I saw Draco tied down by his ankle and my eyes widened. Harry was also there staring confused at the four people, but there wasn’t time for that. I quickly casted a spell to break the rope on Draco and grabbed him. I looked at Harry and tapped my watch that Cedric let me borrow. He nodded and I swam to the surface. We both got on the platform and people handed us towles right away. He coughed and then looked at me. 

“You’re alright.” I said and kissed him. Cedric ran over and hugged me tightly. 

“Y/N! You did it!” He said excitedly and I smiled. I did, I came in first! Soon Krum and Harry joined us and the judges went to go discusses something. 

“Attention! Attention! The winner is Miss. Diggory!” Dumbledore announced and Draco gathered me in his arms. 

“I knew you could do it!” He said and kissed me. 

“For showing unique command of the bubblehead charm. The way I see it, Mr. Potter would have finished first had it not been for his determination to rescue not only Mr. Weasley but the others as well. We’ve agreed to award him second place! For outstanding moral fibre.” Dumbledore said and his friends cheered. After that we all returned to land and all we had was the last task. That night I celebrated with my friends and family for my great achievement. 

Finally it was time for the last task. I was nervous once again, but I knew I needed to push through it. I walked into the large arena with my Father and everyone was cheering. My brother followed behind us and gave me a quick hug then wished me luck. Draco ran down the stands and pulled me to him. 

“Please be safe.” He whispered. 

“I promise, love. I’ll be out in no time.” I said smiling at him. 

“I love you.” He said and kissed me. 

“I love you too, now go back before they start it.” I said and he rushed back to his seat.  The music stopped and all eyes were on Dumbledore. 

“Earlier today Professor Moody placed the Tri-Wizards cup deep within the maze. Only he knows it’s exact position. Now as Miss. Diggory…” He was cut off by people cheering. 

“And Mr. Potter tied for first position they will be the first to enter the maze. Followed by Mr. Krum…” He was once again cut off by cheering. 

“The first person to touch the cup will be the winner. I’ve instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter, if at any point should a contestant wish to withdraw from the task he or shee need only sent up red sparks with their wands. Contestants, gather round. In the maze you’ll find not dragons or creatures of the deep. Instead you’ll face something more challenging. You see, people change in the maze. Oh find the cup if you can, but be very weary you could just lose yours;ves along the way.” He said and we looked at him a bit confused. 

“Champions! Prepare yourselves.” Mad-Eye shouted. I hugged my Dad and then moved to the beginning of the maze. 

“On the count of three… One…” Again, Filch fired early. Harry and I ran inside and now it was time to find the cup. There were so many noises and the maze really liked changing, this was gonna be harder than I thought…

I was running around trying desperately to find the end. Something felt wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I was walking through when the walls decided to change again. I ran so I wouldn’t get closed in and luckily made it through. However, Viktor was on the other side and he started attacking me. I tried hiding behind one of the walls and shot some jinx at him. He wouldn’t stop and he kept trying to come at me. Harry suddenly showed up between us and he looked at me confused. 

“Get down!” I shouted and he ducked his head. I finally hit him and I ran to finish the job. How dare he attack me! Harry ran between us and stopped me. 

“No stop! He’s bewitched Y/N!” He said and I tried to push him off me. 

“Get off me!” I shouted. 

“He’s bewitched!” He shouted again and I snapped out of it. I looked up and saw the cup, finally. I ran to the cup with Harry following me. I was so close, but something grabbed my leg and sent me tumbling to the ground. Harry looked back at me and saw me horribly stuck to the ground while being dragged backwards. 

“Harry! Harry!” I begged. Harry stopped and looked back at the cup, but decided to actually help me. He helped me up and I sighed in relief. 

“I thought you were gonna let it get me for a moment.” I said.

“For a moment, so did I.” He admitted and we both looked at the cup. 

“Some game, huh?” I said. 

“Some game.” He agreed. The wind started blowing hard once again and I tried to push Harry to the cup. 

“Go. Take it, you saved me!” I shouted over the wind. 

“Together, on three.” He said and I nodded. 

“One, two, three!” He said and we both grabbed it. 

Suddenly we were in a graveyard and not Hogwarts. I looked over to make sure Harry was still with me and he was. 

“You alright?” I asked. 

“Yeah, you?” He asked and I nodded. 

“Where are we?” I asked, confused. 

“I’ve been here before.” He said getting up. I went over to the cup to examine it. 

“It’s a portkey. Harry! The cup is a portkey!” I said 

“I’ve been here before in a dream. Y/N, we have to get back to the cup, now!” He shouted and I was even more confused. 

“What are you talking about?” I asked. Harry groaned in pain and held his scar. 

“What is it?” I asked, rushing over to him. 

“Get back to the cup!” He groaned in pain. Someone walked out from a building and he was holding something. 

“Who are you? What do you want?” I shouted while holding my wand up.

“Kill the spare.” Whatever he was holding said and blackness overtook me. 

Voldemort had returned to his full form and I watched as Harry battled him. I appeared to him along with a few others. 

“Harry, when the connection is broken you must get to the portkey. We can delay it for a moment to give you time but only a moment, do you understand?” A man that looked like him asked, I’m assuming it was his Father. 

“Harry, take my body back will you? Take my body to my family and tell Draco I’m so sorry and that I love him.” I said and he nodded. 

“Let go. Sweetheart you’re ready, let go! Let go!” A woman, I’m assuming his Mother said. Harry let go and we all rushed to Voldemort to distract him enough.

Draco’s POV

Potter had won. He was of course the one to win. I rolled my eyes at everyone cheering and glared at him. That’s when I noticed Y/N was on the ground with him. He was crying over her and she wasn’t moving… No… It can’t be! I ran down and pushed my way through the teachers. 

“Y/N! Y/N! No!” I cried as the cheering died down. 

“You! You did this to her!” I growled at Potter. 

“No! It was Voldemort. He’s back, he’s back! Voldemort’s back! Y/N, she asked me to bring her body back. I couldn’t just leave her, not there.” He cried and I felt my blood run cold. He couldn’t be back… That’s something to worry about another time. 

“S-She asked me to tell you that she’s sorry and that she loves you.” He said and I finally let the tears fall. 

“Y/N!” I cried and held her close to me. I tuned everything else out after that. I didn’t even notice when her family kneeled down beside me. She couldn’t be gone, she just couldn’t! How was I supposed to do anything without her here by my side? We were supposed to have a future together! She was supposed to live a full and happy life! I can’t do anything without her… She was my everything… 

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[wickedgamesoyaoya]

I’M SO STOKED FOR THIS MATCH-UP!!! AAAAAAAAA ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶🤍 I LOVE YOU <3

1. HAIKYUU

2. 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝𝙨: empathetic to people and animals🌹 , always there to provide an listening ear 🥰, thinking positive ☁️ 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨: emotional and tends to overthink ✨, sensitive 🌙, isolates myself when feelin’ negative emotions 🥀

3. During my free days, I’m always down to hang with my friends/family for some quality time and (especially) eat good food 🍰 and I like to have some own self-healing time to recharge by listening to music and doing chill stuff 🦋

4. Comfort (my safe space), loads of affection and open-communication ❤️ Honest, loyal and kind/gentle 💗 (dominant, funny, outgoing & tall are bonuses for me 🥺)

5. I would like to leave this part to you hehe 🤗. I’m a deep thinker and like to think and self-reflect about stuff a lot and the meanings behind them 🤔 So I’d like to hear your thoughts & opinions based on your choice 😍 but if I must say, I really love Atsumu, Oikawa, Osamu, Kuroo and Sakusa (looks and personality wise) 🐰

6. Hmm, maybe not someone from Shiratorizawa cos I feel like I don’t connect/match with anyone from there emotionally 🎼

𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑....

𝘔𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶

Now hear me out, I would NEVER hand you over to high school Atsumu since he’s a little shit. BUT, timeskip Atsumu is someone I can trust. Only the best for my sweets.

I feel like you two would meet during one of your outings with your family! The restaurant your family selected was the same one Bokuto chose for a MSBY celebration! Atsumu would catch one glimpse of you, and be hooked! He’d be too shy to disturb you tho since you’re with your family. So he’d ask Bokuto to approach you on his behalf. >:)))) 

And of course when you see which friend Bokuto is approaching you for, you’re like UM SURE TAKE MY NUMBER ??? 

After that night you two started texting nonstop :’) 

Atsumu is someone who would appreciate your positive energy, especially when he’s falling into his negative web of emotions. When he’s had a long day, his sour expression is quickly replaced with love when he sees you. He knows you’re always there for him, and when he’s done ranting he feels calmer. 

That being said, when you isolate yourself when you’re drowning in your own emotions, he’ll feel helpless. On one hand he wants to give you space, and on the other he wants to take some of the pain away. Usually that means he’ll give you space for a few hours at maximum. After that, he’ll pop your bubble of isolation and bring in some yummy snacks as a peace offering. He won’t push on you to talk with him, but he will hold you and place his head against yours. That way you know you’re not really alone.

Your relationship with Atsumu would work because your personalities complement one another. He’s outgoing, funny, hyper and affectionate. You’re empathetic, calmer (in comparison to him) and positive. It also helps that you both are very family and friend oriented. When you chose to get with Atsumu you knew you would have to accept his twin as well, since it’s a package deal!

But your sweet personality made Osamu like you in 10 seconds, so consider him your relationships biggest fan! And if you and Atsumu ever fight, he’ll be on your side

I think the one issue you and Atsumu will have is figuring out how to communicate at first. It’ll take a little time to set boundaries, and figure out how to maintain a healthy relationship even when he’s busy. And for Atsumu, who is dedicated to volleyball, he’s going to have to learn to balance everything! But for you, he’ll learn. Plus it’s not like you don’t enjoy some personal space sometimes too. So it’ll be easier to find the proper balance. 

Knowing you and your kind soul, I know that Atsumu would fall seriously in love with you. Because the type of love you give him is rare. <3  

Small drabble 

“What’re ya thinkin’ about?” Atsumu tugged out one of your earbuds to gain your attention as he settled onto the ground. When he arrived at home he did not expect to see you lost in thought, listening to music on the couch. Propping an elbow against his thigh, he placed his cheek against his palm, while keeping his attention secure on you. 

“‘Tsumu.” His voice guided you out of your dazed state back into reality, and once you took in his delicate features, a smile naturally claimed your features. “I didn’t know you would be home so soon.” 

“I took an earlier bus home, I missed ya.” For the moment he was content with simply drinking in your presence after being away from home for a week. But as you sat up, his desire to wrap his arms around you forced him to abandon his post and join you on the couch. “C’mere. I thought I could be patient, but I need my fill of ya.” Slipping an arm around you, he tugged you closer so that your back was pressed against his chest. He then began peppering kisses against your cheek before nuzzling into the crook of your neck. 

Happiness, at last. 

“Thank you for coming home earlier.” Leaning into him, you brushed your fingers through his hair gently, finding serenity in the movement. There was nothing better than having him return to you. Nothing at all. 

“Yer welcome. Now, are ya gonna tell me, what you were thinkin’ about?” Remaining persistent on hearing your thoughts was something Atsumu learned to do. Getting you to open up usually requires a few tries at minimum. But this time it wasn’t what he feared - that you were thinking something negative. 

 An airy laugh danced past your lips before you provided him with an answer. 

“Well of course, I was just thinking about you.” 

A/N: Hope you liked this, my bbs!! 

#match up central ~

[bepp-ers]

A tale of red and blue | S. Todoroki X Reader X K. Bakugo [Pt 3]

Fantasy AU! Part three:

With a loud creak, it swung open and revealed... A winding staircase. “Wow, this looks pretty old. Let’s go--!” You were about to make your first step, but Todoroki grabbed your arm and pulled you back before you could.

“What?” You asked with annoyance. “Hold on. We don’t know what’s down there, or if we should even be going down those stairs. Is this such a good idea?” 

You rolled your eyes, and shook yourself out of your grip. “Well if you don’t want to go, then give me the candelabra. I’m going at least.” He shook his head, and kept a firm grip on the light source.

“I’m coming with you then. It’s not a good idea for someone such as yourself to go alone.” “Hey, what’s that supposed to-”

You were cut off by thunderous footsteps hurrying towards the two of you, and you stepped closer to Todoroki out of nerves.

“What the hell are you two doing down here?! Well?!” You smiled in relief as it turned out just to be Bakugo. “Exploring. Duh. It’s boring doing nothing all day,” You stated.

He scowled at the two of you. “Exploring? Stupid princess, and you two-toned freak, why didn’t you stop her?” Todoroki shrugged. “I was bored too. Besides, she needs someone with her so she doesn’t get hurt, right [Name]?”

You were a little taken aback by how quickly he took your side here, but thought nothing of it. “I mean yeah. Say Bakugo, where do these stairs lead?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Why the hell do you wanna know? You said you were exploring, so figure out for yourself.” “Alright then, wanna join us?”

The words were so simple yet Bakugo looked at you like you’d just asked him to hand over his entire castle. “The fuck? No I- Why would I want to join you exploring my own castle?!”

“So we don’t get lost obviously. Is that a yes, or?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, and shook his head, still scowling. “Maybe if it were just you, but I’m not playing hosts or whatever fucking ideas you have!”

You batted you eyes at him, doing your best impression of an abandoned puppy. “Please? It’ll be more fun with you. And you can tell me more about your dragons!” 

He pondered for a moment- it would be nice to show off to that cold stuck-up prince in front of you... “Ugh, fine. You two idiots would get lost anyway.” Todoroki gave you a strange look.

“You really want him with us? I wouldn’t have agreed if I’d have known he would join us.” He gave the smallest of eye rolls, but it didn’t go unnoticed by the ash-blond.

“Shut up, [Name] asked me to join you two so I did! If anything you should be glad I agreed. Don’t think we’re getting all pally though, I only agreed ‘cos of Pocchari over here.”

You gave him a small shove. “Quit calling me names! Your a prince for god’s sake, maybe act like it. Let’s go already.” 

Bakugo grumbled something under his breath, but guided by the light of the candelabra the three of you descended down the steps.

“Wow, these sure are long stairs.” “Quit complaining!” Todoroki was mostly silent as you climbed down. He seemed to be in thought, you didn’t know what about though.

The two-toned boy was actually thinking about you, and why he actually agreed to your silly idea of exploring. Maybe it was because he wanted to create a bad image of his father, or maybe it was because he found you so interesting.

When you’d told him about the dragons back in the library, he’d thought you were dotty. But then you gave him the scale and he had no choice but to believe you.

Also, you’d somehow kind of befriended Bakugo, the angry prince. That was impressive in itself and now he found himself wanting to get to know you better.

That wasn’t really happening though, as Bakugo was just bickering with you as you walked down the stairs. He wished you hadn’t invited him to join, but knowing him he would have done anyway.

“Oh look, I think I can see the end!” “Yes, that’s the floor.” You stepped closer and jumped down the last few steps, and Bakugo marched towards the identical wrought-iron door.

“There’s nothing too interesting down here, but be glad you didn’t accidentally pick the dungeons.” He stated and swung the door open with ease. He was pretty muscly after all, as evident by the lack of shirt in the royal attire he wore.

“Ooh, this is nice.” You ogled, and Bakugo smirked. “Of course it is, it’s a monument after all.”

In front of you was a patio-style garden, with large dragon sculptures on stone plinths. You raced over to each one in turn, hesitant to run your hands over the detailed stone scales.

“Hey, Bakugo, this one looks like Kiri!” You stood in front of a large grey dragon, posed eternally in what looked like a smile - if dragons could smile, of course.

“That’s ‘cos it is you moron. Each member of the royal family conquers their own beast. Mine just happens to be able to turn into a dude.” He walked over and leant on the bottom of the plinth, Todoroki shortly joining you two.

“That’s fascinating, is this the same dragon that you and [Name] rode on?” “Yep, he’s the strongest yet. You extra countries would be mad if you were to ever wage war on an army of dragons.”

You ignored the semi-rude remark and took a seat on the edge of a nearby stone fountain. “Wow. You really aren’t all talk like I first thought.” “Eh? The hell does that mean?!”

Todoroki sat beside you, and Bakugo instantly sat on the other side. “It means you actually do have some feats to your nonstop bragging. You should probably tone down on that, it’s kinda annoying.”

“Shut it you icy-hot bastard!” You giggled at the nickname, just revelling in the atmosphere. You didn’t have too many friends back at home, and now it seemed you had just gained two more.

Sure, one of them never shut up about how great he was and had the worst anger issues she’d ever seen, and the other didn’t really seem too friendly or sociable, but they were friend-material to you.

“So, had a nice time exploring my castle?” You glanced over at the sarcastic comment and beamed. “Yeah, it’s pretty fun! We should do it again tomorrow, or you’ll have to find something else for us to do.”

“Count me out.” Todoroki said much to your dismay. “Huh?” “I don’t want any part if Bakugo’s coming with us. Sorry, but I don’t think we get along.” You frowned, and shuffled a little closer to him.

“Aw, that’s no fun. Are you really gonna be that boring? This wasn’t so bad, right?” He looked into your eyes full of hope, and he sighed. ‘How the hell do I say no to that...’

“Fine. I guess there’s nothing else to do here anyway.” “Tch, quit dissing my castle. It’s way better than anything you’ll have.” You simply grinned, glad that they were at least being civil. 

“I’m out. You two can stay here I guess. Tomorrow you need to be up early, I’ll get horses for us.” Bakugo scowled, but you could see beneath the narrowed eyes that he was kind of looking forward to it.

You got the impression he didn’t have too many friends, so it’d be good for him. “Can’t wait. See you tomorrow.” With a swish of his crimson cloak, he left, leaving just you and Todoroki.

“Say, [Name].” “Hm?” “Why are you trying so hard to be friends with him? It’s not like we were told to get closer, just to be civil.” You looked over at the cold prince, and simply shrugged.

“Bakugo seems angry, sure, but he’s fun to be around. I may have only met him yesterday, but he’s interesting. Plus there’s Kirishima, if I wasn’t close to Bakugo then I doubt I’d be able to see him again.”

“That’s the dragon?” “Yeah, Kiri’s great. Why don’t you like him so much?” He looked over to the different statues, pondering for a moment. “He’s arrogant. And angry. He reminds me of my father, who I don’t have the best relationship with.”

He paused. “And... I met you yesterday, so I can’t say we’re that close, but I don’t like how rude he is to you. It’s not very civil, and you don’t exactly strike me as deserving of such rude titles.”

“Aw wow, that’s so sweet of you to say.” You teased, watching him go ever so slightly pink with indignance. “That’s not-” “I know, I know. We should head back right? I’ll race you up the stairs.”

You challenged, and stood up. “[Name], you think I’m childish enough for that?” He raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like someone’s afraid of loosing to a princess. Well, I guess I’ll just call myself the winner, and-”

He stood up, a slight smile dancing on his lips. “Fine, but when you loose you’ll get no consoling from me.” “You’re on, peppermint.” 

Bakugo watched from the shadows as the two of you raced up the stairs, Todoroki naturally faster than you. He cursed as you tripped up the last step, fumbling to the stone floor.

“Yikes, I guess you win and I eat the ground.” You laughed, and Bakugo gritted his teeth as Todoroki helped you up carefully. “We’ll call it a draw. Come on, can you walk? That was quite the trip.”

“I’m good, I just hurt my pride a bit.” Bakugo was very close to jumping out and helping you himself for whatever reason, but refrained as the two of you walked away.

He didn’t fail to notice how much happier Todoroki seemed now that he was gone, and smirked to himself. ‘I’ll show him what a prince is tomorrow, he’ll see.’

[To be continued... ☆]

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[angelliev]

Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Twelve - Spring Break Forever

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: The Pogues spend Spring break in Miami Beach

Warnings: Light smut, cursing, pranks, drugs, alcohol, tattoos and piercings?

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a few days. I was camping this weekend with my family, which went downhill. Sorry if this one feels a little rushed. I hope you guys like it! (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own any of the shows or characters.) 

Lover Boy Series Masterlist

I’ve been to many places on vacation. Malibu, Las Vegas, San Francisco, Houston, Manhattan, Philadelphia, Chicago, Boston, Seattle, Orlando, Los Angeles and more. All of those were with my family for business, but I never had much fun. This time though, I’m going to Miami with the coolest people on the fucking planet.

The road trip has consisted in us playing card games in the back, switching drivers, telling stories, and stopping to eat at diners. As of now, we’re on 95 in Florida, not too far from our destination. JJ’s head lays on my chest, fast asleep, while I hold him and stroke his hair, listening to his adorable soft snores. If I ever started shifting, he’d hug me tighter, snuggling into my breast.

“He’s such a big softie for you.” Kie chuckles, along with the rest of the pogues. I glance to see Kie doodling on her leg with a marker. That’s when a great idea popped in my head.

“Hey Kie, how good are you at drawing penises?” I asked oh so casually. Everyone laughs and gives me a questioning look. “Can’t be that hard. Why do you ask?” I smirk and look at JJ. “I just thought it was time I’d get JJ back for all of his pranks. JJ was the ultimate prankster in our group. Now he gets a taste of his own medicine.

We arrive at the hotel parking lot. Thankfully, Sarah was easily able to convince her dad to let her book a reservation in one of the suites for Spring break. The pogues get out to stretch. I’m still trapped under JJ.

“Hey baby. Wake up. We’re here.” I nudge him. He just groans. “Finally, I thought that was never going to end.” He said groggy. I couldn’t stop a giggle slip past my lips when he lifted his head up, giving me a full view of the penis shooting cum on his head. He’s going to fucking kill me.

“What?” He asked confused as he got his duffel bag. I get a hold of myself for a moment. “Nothing. I just love you so much babe.” I wrap my arms around his neck before pecking his lips giggling. “How much of my weed did you smoke?” He asked. “None. I’m just so happy.” The pogues are having difficulty holding in their laughter, JJ just stands there clueless. “I swear to god if you guys smoked all my weed.” He mutters before walking up to the entrance. Everyone he passed by, gave him weird looks while some laughed. Sarah and John B go to the front desk to check us in, while we sit in the lobby.

That’s when JJ got super touchy feely with me. It first started off with him grabbing my thigh. Then it went to wrapping his arm around me. Normally, I wouldn’t find this odd, but it kind of felt almost territorial, especially when he kissed me hard. I finally pull away after needing air.

“What is up with you?” I asked. “That guy over there keeps fucking staring at you.” He grumbles. I just laugh, knowing I wasn’t the one he was staring at. “Don’t worry tiger. I’m all yours.” I play with hair. The pogues couldn’t hold their laughter in anymore, they start laughing hard, tears falling. I couldn’t help but join. “What the fuck is so funny??” JJ scabs the lobby.

“I don’t know.” Is all I was able to say. Before he could say anything, Sarah holds up the room key. We all make our way to the elevator, hand in hand with JJ. We squeeze in with a dad and his kid. The dad immediately notices the dick on JJ’s head and just chuckles. The son, who must’ve been like seven, couldn’t stop staring at JJ’s head. JJ notices this and takes a step away, a little creeped out.

“Hey mister, why’s there a peepee on your head?” The boy asked with the most serious face. Pope chokes on his water laughing along with the dad.

“What??” JJ asked looking at the kid puzzled. “There’s a peepee on your head!” JJ’s widen. He snatches my phone and pulls up the camera. He finally sees the dick on his head. Everyone starts bursting out laughing.

“You guys are so stupid.” He tries rubbing it off, surprisingly not cursing, sparing the child. JJ whispers into my ear, “You’re in for it now babygirl. Daddy’s gonna punish you tonight.” I only smirk, looking forward for tonight.

Next Morning;)

I groan as I toss and turn, looking for a certain someone in the empty bed. How dare my personal body pillow leave me. I look up to see JJ in the bathroom brushing his teeth. I admire his shirtless figure. God he’s so handsome. He catches my staring eyes, smirking. “Sleep good babygirl?” He asked closing the door and taking a hit from his vape. “Mm. C’mere.” I demand, arms open wide. He crawls on top of me. He kisses me softly, tongue slipping in. I let my hands roam his body. “You were a little rough with me last night daddy.” I say in such an innocent little voice, pouting. “Aw, did daddy beat your pretty little pussy up too much? Maybe you should’ve been a good girl yesterday and I wouldn’t have to punish you.” He plays along. “I just wanted to have some fun.” I say innocently. “Well, if you’re a good girl today, I’ll make sure to reward you. You gonna be a good girl for daddy?” His fingers trace my lips. “Yes, daddy.” I whispered. He leans down, our lips barely touching mine. “That’s my babygirl.” His lips finally attach to mine. I softly moan into the kiss. “Baby, I want you.” I whine. “I know you do babygirl. I’ll take good care of you. I promise. Just be a good girl for me.” He peppers kisses on my neck before the door swings open startling the two of us. Charging in are the Pogues, who pile on the two of us, ignoring our pleads and screams.

“Get your swimsuits on ya’ll. We’re going to the beach!” Sarah tickles me, making me erupt in laughter. “We would if you guys weren’t crushing us!” JJ wheezed. “Woogity, woogity!” Pope runs out of the room excited. JJ and I quickly get changed into our swimsuits and clothes. I walk out to see the boys ready with their trunks, tops, sunglasses and hats. The girls were both rocking their vibrant bikinis. Kie wore her favorite bright purple bikini, while Sarah wore her a hot pink, and I was wearing my royal blue, one of JJ’s favorites. The six of us make our way out of the hotel and into the beating sun.

The beach was insanely crowded with spring breakers. Many of them were already roaring drunk and high, having the time of their lives. We waste no time to join in on the fun. Drinks in hand, dancing to the music blasting from the speakers. We easily fit in with the wild crowd. I loved the feeling of being so carefree, not having to worry about anything from back home. As of now, we’re in the moment. We’re young and in love. We’re chasing thrills, always on an adventure. Whether that’s us chasing each other around like kids, chugging down a beer, splashing each other in the water, starting tickle fights, and more. We let our youth get the best of us.

We didn’t watch the day pass by as we partied on. We were all high as shit on our way back to the hotel room, and we apparently all had the munchies. John B held the phone as we all sat in the living room of the hotel suite watching cartoons and jumping on the beds, being chaotic. “What the fuck do you guys want?” He asked as we sat their clueless as to what we want to eat. “Food!” JJ answered, earning an eye roll from his best friend.

“Okay, can I get six cheeseburgers, six milkshakes, two of each flavor, a lot of fries, and by a lot, I mean like a big bucket of it, and do you guys have any Cheez-Its?” We all looked at him, feeling sorry for the chefs. “Downstairs? Okay. Ooh! You guys have cheesecake? Can we get? What flavor? Um, all of them! Why not.” Sweet baby Jesus, John B. “Thank you!” He hangs up. “Foods on the way. Can someone come with me downstairs? I need Cheez-Its.” Nobody volunteers, not even Sarah, so I raise my hand, cause why not? “Cool beans. We’ll be back in a second.” John B hollers before slamming the door. “Get me some fruit snacks!” Pope shouts desperately. “You got it dude!” We give him a thumbs up.

“So, what’s with you and Cheez-Its?” I asked curiously. “They’re awesome. I love them like you love choking on tapioca pearls.” He smirks. “What the hell?! How do you know about that?” I asked shocked. “Sarah sent us that video of you choking the pearls after seeing JJ. You must have it really bad for him huh?” He dies laughing. I’m going to kill Sarah. “In my defense, I didn’t even know he was at my place, and those tapioca pearls are dangerous. They should have a warning label.” I shrug my shoulders. “Aw, don’t worry. JJ’s got it pretty bad for you too.” “Oh? How so?” I asked interested.

“Ever since we found out about you guys, he’s been talking nonstop about you. He’s like ‘John b she’s so pretty, oh my god she’s amazing, you wouldn’t believe what she said to me today.’ I’ve never seen that boy blush so much in his entire life. He’s crazy about you.” I couldn’t help but smile thinking about JJ. “I’m really glad he’s with you though. Seriously, for a while I thought he’d never just settle down with one person. He was either having meaningless hookups or getting his heartbroken by bitchy girls.” This made me frown. I hate the idea of seeing him heartbroken. Knowing that he’s hooked up with many girls in the past, never seemed to bother me though.

“What made him want to be in a relationship with me?” I asked curiously. I wonder what would've happened if that was just a meaningless hookup. I probably wouldn't be here in Florida today.

“I asked him the same question. At first, he was amazed by how beautiful you were. He started falling for you harder, when guys hung out more. He said he knew he loved you the day you told him that heaven is a place where you’d see him. No one has ever told him that before. You made his heart melt that night.” I smile at the fond memory on the balcony.

“He really love you. You know that right?” John B scanned my eyes. “I know. I love him too. He’s gotta be the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can’t imagine my life without him. I haven't even known him for a year yet, and I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with. My dad says I'm too young to love him, that they're just stupid feeling, but I know he’s wrong. I’ve told JJ more about myself than I’ve told my best friends. That’s how much I trust him. I’ve never been so close and intimate with someone before.” I ramble on, JJ clouding my mind. JB smiles down on me, approving my answer.

“I know what you mean. JJ and I have been best friends since the third grade. I just know that we’ll always be tight, even after high school, and we become adults. Our bond is too strong to break. Just like you and JJ’s love is unstoppable.” He smiles. “It’s JJ’s loyalty that makes relationships with him so promising.” I say and we both nod in agreement. “I’m glad you're a part of this group Aria. Welcome to the family.” He holds out his fist. I gladly return it. “I’m glad to be a part of it.” I smile as the two of return to the suite.

We all chowed down on the shitload of food delivered to us. I don’t even want to know what the room service bill is going to look like. All of us sit in a circle as we play truth or dare. I just got finished my dare, slurping down my vanilla milkshake, earning me a terrible brain freeze. “Whoo!” I shout. “Alright Aria, your turn to pick someone.” Pope says. “Okay, JJ! Truth or dare?” I asked. “Dare.” He challenged me. “No! You’ve picked dare five times already! Truth!” Kie shouted.

“Fine! Truth!” JJ puts his hand up in defeat. I think long and hard for a moment, until the perfect question popped in my head. “What is your full name?” It just occurred to me that I have never heard of is full name. Everyone just calls him JJ. “Nope!” He refused to answer the question. “Oh, come on! You have to answer! It can't be that bad! Is it Jack? Jonas? Jayden? Johnny? Jeff?” I guess. “Nope! Different question.” He still refused to answer. I huff before an idea popped in my head. His driver’s license! I don’t hesitate to run to his wallet. He follows closely behind, already knowing what I'm up to.

I quickly snatch the wallet off the counter, he tries to swipe it out of my hand. I frantically open it up to find the license, where his name is beautiful printed. Jesse Jacob Maybank. “Aw, babe that’s such a nice name! I love it! You definitely look like a Jesse and a Jacob.” I smile at his embarrassed face. “You're in for it now.” He chases me around the suite. Everyone gets up in excitement.

“Throw her in the pool!” Pope suggests. JJ’s, or should I say Jesse Jacob’s, ears perk up at the suggestion. “No! No! I swear to god JJ if you throw me in that pool!” I continue to run away from him. Everyone was blocking the bed and bathrooms, so I run out the suite and into the halls, JJ not too far behind. He finally catches up to me, grabbing waist and lifting me up. I squirm and squeal as he carries me down the hall, the Pogues laughing and encouraging him to throw me in.

We had to sneak our way in, since it was past ten, so no one was around. “No! Please! I’m sorry! No!” He launches the two of us into the cool water. Thank goodness we’re still in our swimwear. I resurface and find my friends laughing. “You jerk.” I splash him. “But I'm your jerk.” He pulls me close and plants a kiss on my lips. Our friends groan before splashing us. “The last thing we need is for you guys to be banging in the pool.” Says Kie. A devilish smile appears on my face when I see Pope and John B sneaking up behind their clueless girlfriends before pushing them into the water. We all let out a chain of laughs as we continue to screw around in the pool.

I sit on the steps with the girls, smoking some weed, as the boys play around in the deep end. We stare at the smoke combine with the beautiful night sky. “I never want to leave.” I say, gaining the girls attention. “I know. We should all live together in this big house on the beach. Every night could be a sleepover.” Says Kie. “I just don’t want to go back home.” Says Sarah. “Me either. I don’t even want to know what my father has to say.” I huff. He's probably livid as we speak. The whole neighborhood is probably gossiping.

“Have you talked to him yet?” Asked Kie. “Hell no. I think I might crash out in JJ’s room at the chateau for a bit when we get back. I really don’t feel like dealing with my dad.” “He’ll come around eventually. He just needs some time. Plus, your mom is the voice of reason. He just needs to get to know JJ. Everything will work out just fine.” Sarah reassures me. “I hope so.” I say looking at my prune fingers. “We should probably head in and shower.” I suggest. Me and the girls get out of the pool. The boys said they’ll come up later.

We all shower off and get dressed, before snuggling together under the blankets and put on ‘Mean Girls’. “I remember when you guys were fighting like crazy back then.” I chuckle to myself. These two were ruthless. Kie sighs. “It’s a good thing we got our shit worked out though.” Sarah chuckles. “Tell me about it.” “I love you guys, you know that right?” I asked. The two just looked at me with heart eyes. “We know.” Says Kie. “Just promise me that none of us will split up again. No matter how bad the fight is, please don’t go separate ways. It was hard seeing my best friends hating each other for so long.” I confess. “We promise. We’re not going anywhere splinter bean. What brought this on?” Sarah asked concerned.

“Nothing, I’m just scared, that we’ll split up after school. It’s senior year, and I don’t want us to drift apart. Some things just don’t last forever you know?” I asked. Kie strokes my hair. “Don’t worry. You're stuck with us to the end, because we love you too much to let you go.” I smile as I snuggle closer to the girls. The front door opens, the boys come bustling in. JJ’s eyebrow cocks up.

“Ooh, some girl on girl action. I don’t know if I should be happy or jealous.” JJ smirks, and we all just roll our eyes before Kie says. “You're such a perv.” JJ and the boys all land on top of us. I don’t know how we managed to fit on the bed together. At least we don’t have to worry about being cold.

The past few days have been fun exploring Miami Beach, trying a bunch of foods, partying all day, and such. I have no idea how we ended up in a tattoo parlor though. Kie had insisted on getting herself a new dolphin tattoo. I scanned the tattoo book, tempted to get something. I just finished getting my belly button pierced, which JJ doesn't know about yet. Him and the boys are off somewhere else, since we wanted to have a girl’s night out.

“What are you getting?” Asked Sarah. “Don't know yet. I think I want something meaningful though. I just don’t know what yet.” I continue to browse. I then see this nice font, which gives me an idea. “Can I ask you something?” I looked at Sarah. “What’s up?” She asked. “Would it be crazy if I got a name tattoo?” I asked warily. Her eyes widen. “Oh, like a certain someone's name?” She smirked. I just nod happily. “I think I know what I want...”

I lay down on the bed, naked underneath my robe, waiting anxiously for JJ to return. My eyes never leave my wrist. Inked on my once innocent skin, is printed, ‘JJ’. I’m a little nervous as to how he’ll react. We have the place to ourselves, finally, and I’m planning on making the beast out of it. The door opens, making me jump. I look up to see a surprised JJ, as his eyes roam my body. “Well, this is a pleasant surprise.” He says pleased with me wearing nothing but a silk robe, which he’ll definitely rip off me.

“That’s not the only surprise I have for you.” I say. “Oh? And what would that be?” He crawls next to me. “Well, for starters I got this.” I open up the robe, revealing my belly button piercing. He bites his lip. “That’s so fucking hot babygirl.” He says, ready to lunge at me. “Ah ah. There's also this.” I extend my arm, showing off the tattoo. His eyes bulge at the ink. The silence scares me for a moment. “Baby, I don’t know what to say.” He was speechless. “Do you like it?” I asked hesitantly. “I love it! I’m flattered. It’s just a lot to take in. Plus, I kind of have a surprise for you too.” He takes off his shirt to reveal something that nearly made pass the fuck out. On his naked chest, I see my name, Aria, forever inked on his beautiful skin. Tears well in my eyes.

“Oh. My. God. Are you serious? When did you get that?” I asked, my hand tempted to touch the ink. “Today, looks like great minds think alike.” He chuckles. The two of us sit there in silence, processing our thoughts. Neither of us could believe that we had our names forever printed together on our bodies. I just smile and gleam before grabbing his face and littering it in kisses. He giggles. “I love you JJ. Always and forever.” “I love you too Aria. God, I love you so much. You’re the only one for me.” He declares as I begin to unbuckle his belt, his shorts pool around his feet. I let the robe slip off my body, the cool air bites at my skin.

For the rest of the night, we dived deep into a pool of love and pleasure. We whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears as we made love. We didn't hold back our moans. His name left my lips like a prayer. Our breaths mixed together when he kissed me. I love you can be heard throughout the bedroom. He marked me when he filled me up completely with his seed. We have each other. Always and forever.

Always and forever will I remember this trip, as I stand alongside my family and lover, watching the sunset one last time in Miami before we hit the road. I can’t help but smile as I gazed at these amazing people. We jump in the van, leaving behind the words ‘Pogues 4 Life’ in the sand.

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[princessjungeun]

Gave It All For You:Denise x Reader

Being a trainee at YG was incredibly demanding and stressful. In addition to being one of the youngest trainees on the elite level, you were also a foreigner who spoke very little Korean. For weeks you struggled to communicate with others, resorting to body language because speaking English was banned for you.

Being a trainee became a living hell for you, although you loved dancing and singing with all your heart, you started to lose your passion for it as days went by. Instructors consistently criticized your every move, every note you sang, no matter how much you practiced it was never enough. Weigh ins were somewhat ok, you were right where they wanted you, but you were always wishing you could eat a junk food in secret.

However all of that changed the day you met Denise, a small girl from Houston, Texas. She became your roommate when Hana, another trainee, left the company.

The two of you instantly became best friends, you showed her around everywhere and introduced her to other trainees. She helped you improve your Korean skills and within a few short months you were able to hold a conversation pretty well.

Denise was known for her voice whereas you were known for your dance skills. Although you trained with the elite team, you always found time to be around Denise.

You and Denise often stayed up late, practicing for evaluations. She used you as a dance coach because you were one of the best dancers in the company, right under another girl, Lalisa. Your dance skills were recognized by the company and you were moved from the Elites to the Pinks, a secret team of trainees. Hana, your old roommate trained with them.

Even though you never told Denise about being moved from one team up to another, she didn’t notice. Your friendship with Denise grew stronger as time went on. Throughout this time you also developed feelings for her. They were confirmed after you two shared a random kiss during a 2 am conversation. These feelings you thought were one sided, truly weren’t...but Denise would never let you know that.

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However there was a change of plans, and you officially debuted with Secret Number in May of 2020. The fan base you all had was incredibly large especially for rookies with only a month of debut under their belt.

Promotions ended a week ago and you all were finally getting some rest after four weeks of nonstop performances and interviews.

Jinny, Denise, and you sat around in Dita and Denise’s shared room. The other members were out shopping while you three were reminiscing over your trainee days. You and Denise laughed over how intimidated you both were by Jinny back during YG days.

“Remember when she was wearing platform boots with a broken ankle? That was dedication right there.” You talked about how Jinny broke her ankle and still managed to pull off any clothing she put on.

“Oh my gosh yeah. And I remember how she left and then I decided to leave to come here too, and you followed me.” Denise brought up how the two of you switched companies, moving from YG to Vine.

You nervously laughed hoping that this part of the conversation would end because Denise only knew half the story.

Jinny scrolled through her phone and said “I don’t know why Y/N came here to be honest...I would have stayed if I was the close to debut.” Your eyes widened at your unnies remark. Denise asked “what’re you talking about? She wasn’t close to debut?”

Your best friend’s eyes found yours and you were frozen stiff. Jinny now realized the mistake she made “wait you never told her did you?” You shook your head and let out a high pitched, panic filled “uh uh”.

Jinny nervously laughed and said “well I better uh...i’m gonna let you explain this” before bolting out of the room.

Denise asked you “Y/N...what was she talking about? Close to debut when?” You sighed and decided to run through the whole story.

“When we were at YG, there was a secret project, a new girl group. There was nine of them. Rosie, Jisoo, Jennie, Lalisa, Jinny, Miyeon, Hana, Eunbi, and Yuna. But slowly girls started dropping out little by little. You took Miyeon’s spot in our dorm, she was my old roommate. So by the time you came there was only five of them. Lalisa, Rosie, Jennie, Jisoo, and Jinny.”

Denise kept her eyes on yours and nodded for you to continue.

“There were three teams of trainees. The newbies, that was you. The Elites, that’s where I was. And the secret project, PunkPink...later named Blackpink. But the thing was, with so many girls leaving the group that was preparing to debut, they wanted to fill gaps. So everytime the Elites had a monthly evaluation, there was the chance we could be chosen to be put into Punk- I mean Blackpink.”

“So, as you know Jinny unnie left and came here. And Miyeon too. Which left what’s now Blackpink. But, there was someone who was added into the group last minute and was set to debut for sure...and it was me.”

Denise responded “so that’s why I stopped seeing you in mixed dance practices? That’s why you came home so late? And that’s why you started dieting out of nowhere?” You nodded and she suddenly asked “wait then why did you leave? You were literally going to debut within like two months.”

You responded “let me finish. One day after my evaluation I was called into a meeting. There the CEO told me he wanted me moved up into the Pinks team. He told me I was going to start the next day, and I had to sign the contract at the end of the month. So I started training with them, and debut was within close reach...by a few short months. But two days before I was going to sign the contract, I found you crying in our dorm room. We talked about a lot that night...and you decided you wanted to join Jinny here, at Vine. Then you asked me if I’d come with you, if we could leave YG together. And I said yes.”

“The next day you terminated your contract and we packed our bags to leave. And the day we left, that morning, do you remember what happened?” You asked her curiously. She replayed the memory in her head.

She had just finished packing her bags and Vine had already accepted her and you as a trainee. Denise had her two suitcases ready, her guitar slung over her shoulder. You both pulled your suitcases to the building lobby and she called an Uber.

You told her “I’ll be right back, give me ten minutes ok?” She nodded with a smile and watched you run off down the hallway.

What she didn’t see was how,You sprinted up the stairs and saw your PD-Nim waiting for you, the contract and pen sitting in front of a chair. You told him “i am sorry sir. My contract is to be terminated, Ive been transferred to another company, I’m leaving in eight minutes.”

His beady eyes looked into yours “are you sure Y/N-ssi. This girl group is going to be one of the best in the world. You’re making a mistake.” You smiled “I appreciate everything you and this company has done for me. I truly do. I wish you and the four girls all the best. Thank you sir.” You bowed before watching him tear up the contract calmly.

Quickly you checked the time on your phone, five minutes. You sprinted to a practice room that was reserved for the Pinks team.

“Y/N! Why are you out of breath are you ok?” Jisoo asked you. You pulled all four of them into a hug “thank you for making these past four weeks the best of my life. I’m leaving, I just terminated my contract...” The four of them smiled and said “it was nice having you, good luck.” You hugged them individually before sprinting back to the lobby to meet Denise again. Your bags had already been loaded into a van.

When you came back she brushed a hair from your face. She asked “you ok? You look out of breath.” Denise held her hand out and you interlocked her hands with hers “yeah,let’s go.”

She suddenly realized “wait when you ran off that morning...you terminated your contract?!” You nodded and said “yeah...I did.” Denise asked “why would you do that? What’s wrong with you? Are you crazy?” You responded “Love makes you do crazy things Denise.”

She asked “what?” You told her “I love you, Ive loved you since the day we both confessed that we never kissed anyone, and decided to be each other’s first kisses. I realized that day that I couldn’t lose you, even if it meant losing something I desperately wanted. But I wanted you more...”

Denise leaned forwards and pulled you into her arms, she held you close and said “I love you. I love you so much.” You looked up at her and shared into her eyes before capturing her lips in yours. She fell back into her chair with you in her lap. You toyed with her fingers and said “i’d give it all for you, i love you too.”

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #secret number #denise secret number #secret number scenarios #secret number imagines

[nonstoplover]

wasn’t expecting that ~ Chris Evans (song drabble)

my masterlist │ my song drabbles

song used as inspiration: jamie lawson ~ wasn't expecting that

words: 4.1K

approximate reading time: about 20-25 mins

warnings: realllly small, not even detailed mentions of a coming death at the very end of it, if you're uncomfortable with reading about deadly illnesses, please don't read after the “many, many years later” caption!! otherwise it's nothing but nonstop fluffiness

a/n: song drabble nUMeRo CuAtRo!!! the ending is a little bit sad, i'm sorry, i just really love this song and wanted to follow the lyrics as perfectly as i could. this song is so beautiful, if you haven’t already, give it a listen. absolutely breathtaking.

anyway, this story here has a couple time jumps, prepare yourself for that lmao. these are mostly just short scenes showing glimpses of reader's life. i hope you enjoy it, the longest song drabble by far that i have written. let me know what you think, feedback is very much appreciated!! and as usual, feel free to request, loves.

The floor was shaking and even the air was vibrating from the loud bass ringing through the speakers of the club (y/n) previously decided to spend the night at. It wasn't typical of her, but as she just finished a huge project at work and actually amused her boss with the professionalism she had shown, she thought she deserved a night out.

It's been a while since she had last stepped inside a club or any party, she had always been too caught up with her work. She joyously glanced around the crowd of people moving to the rhythm on the dancefloor as she was slowly slipping her drink at the bar counter, the side of her body pressing against it, looking for support.

Her moving eyes fell on a particular guy over and over again. An attractive, tall, blondish brown haired young man whose smile seemed to bring sunshine even to the darkness of the club. She felt a strange feeling in her chest and slightly alcohol-clouded mind whenever she accidentally caught sight of him.

One of those times when she turned her head back to watch him, he wasn't there and she felt disappointment pang in her body, a kind of feeling she'd never admit feeling because of a stranger.  

A few moments passed with her standing motionless, eyes watching the liquid dance around in her glass from the loudness of the music, but then a body collided with hers, startling the girl. She raised her head with wide eyes, meeting a beautiful pair of green ones already staring at her.

"Well, this wasn't how I wanted to introduce myself, but I guess I gotta work with what I got," the man she was previously staring at oh so many times chuckled, leaning a little closer so she could hear his words clearly. "I'm Chris."

(y/n) tried to ignore the sudden change of rhythm inside her chest, her pulse rapidly growing. She was almost sure the man in front of her could hear her heart beat in her throat. With a (probably visible) gulp she took the held out hand and shook it.

"I'm (y/n)."

"Beautiful name," Chris grinned and the girl felt relieved the lights were dim as she could feel the blood rush to her cheeks.

"Thank you," she muttered.

"I saw you from over there and you have such a breathtakingly gorgeous smile that I knew it'd be the biggest mistake of my life if I wouldn't come over and introduce myself."

He was such a flirt, and these exaggerated compliments were way too cheesy for her liking, but still, somehow the way he spoke the words, she could feel herself grow weak in the knees.

Meanwhile all Chris was able to think was that even though he probably sounded like a creep, a bold creep, he had to praise her. She had to know just how precious she was. A feeling took over him, filling him up from his toes to the top of his head, something he had never felt before. He knew that if there was one thing he truly wanted in his life, it was to get to know this woman.

"You have pretty eyes," (y/n) replied a moment later, almost immediately mentally cursing herself. Really?! This was the best thing her mind could come up with? Her whole face probably looked brighter red than a tomato by now, and she swiftly raised her glass to drink from it, trying to hide herself and finding something to do as she prayed for the ground to open up under her feet and swallow her as a whole.

Chris just let out an honest, lovely laugh, his eyes sparkling with happiness, showing no sign that he thought the girl was weird or awkward. In fact, he found her answer rather adorable instead.

"Can I get you another?" He pointed at the now empty glass.

(y/n) glanced down, for a moment unsure what he meant as she was still caught up in her thoughts, but a few seconds later she just shook her head, letting out a laugh.

"No, thanks, I think I had enough." She knew that if she had even just one more sip of alcohol in her body, she would only make an even bigger fool out of herself and the last thing she wanted to do was to embarrass herself in front of such a fine piece of a man.

"Whatever you'd like," Chris smiled back. "Then, would you like to dance or you'd prefer sitting down somewhere a little more quiet and talk?"

He was moving fast and non-stop, and he was a tiny bit scared he might lose everything with it, but the fear of the girl leaving without him having a chance to find out more about her was greater and stopped the little, worrying voice in his head.

"Dancing's fine for now," (y/n) grinned, grabbing the man's hand and pulling him already towards the dancefloor.

All her life, she'd always been shy and incoherent around men, but seeing the straightforwardness of Chris she felt a sudden wave of confidence move through her veins.

They danced through multiple songs, bodies moving close against each other, facing each other or with (y/n) pressing her back against his front, it didn't matter. They changed position multiple times, getting completely lost in the deafening music and each other.

It only took an hour or so before (y/n), now standing face to face with him, lifted her head and at the same time Chris lowered his, right until their lips met in a chaste kiss. It was so short (y/n) couldn't decide if she only dreamt it, but then as their eyes met again, the twinkle in his green ones told her that it was real.

Both of them bursted out giggling as they continued to dance for a few minutes before eventually (y/n) felt too exhausted to move another bone in her body. They managed to collect their jackets before stepping out into the cold early spring night.

Their ears were whizzing from spending hours in the noisy room but it felt great to finally have some fresh oxygen in their lungs. Without a word spoken (y/n) slipped her hand into Chris' much bigger one and started walking home. She felt utterly thankful for living only two streets down from the club, not having to wait for an Uber to arrive.

The ten minutes of walking they spent with flowing conversation, eventually slightly sobering up, but that didn't stop them from starting making out as soon as they reached her building. With a little stumbling on the stairs completed with a couple kisses stolen on the way up, they successfully arrived to her apartment door.

After four resultless attempts Chris took the key from the girl's tipsy, clumsy hands and opened the door himself. Making out immediately continued, with (y/n)'s back pressed against the wall, her body trapped between the man's arms, one that was supporting his weight on the wall and one on her waist whilst his feet were on either side of hers. There was nowhere to go for her, but it's not like she even wanted to leave.

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The sunlight crept in through the window, slowly reaching (y/n)'s face, waking her up from the amazing dream she had. She mentally cursed herself for forgetting to close the blinds the night before, and sleepily rolled over to escape the sharp light hitting her eyes.

A moment later her fingers touched warm, soft skin and she was all of a sudden completely awake, eyes open wide. She stared at the man laying in her bed in disbelief.

So it wasn't a dream?  This Greek god truly spent the night with her? A gasp escaped her lips and she swiftly brought her palm up, pressing it against her mouth, hoping she didn't wake him up.

Chris started somewhat moving, his hand that was until then laying between their bodies moving up and around her torso. She subconsciously shuddered under his touch and it was enough to wake him up. His eyes blinked open, a lazy smile splitting his face.

"Good morning, (y/n)."

"Good morning," she answered, his raspy morning voice waking a couple feelings inside of her chest.

"What?" He chuckled when he finally caught glimpse of her still visibly surprised expression.

"I just... well, I wasn't expecting that." Her pointer finger moved back and forth between them, alternately signalling at the man and herself.

"Me too, I never thought I'd ever wake up in such an amazing woman's bed," Chris raised his eyebrow suggestively, a wide grin playing on his lips.

"No, I meant that I never thought that I'd ever wake up beside a real marble statue."

Chris bursted out laughing before repeating her words in amusement.

"Well, okay, not marble statue. But a real life god for sure," (y/n) mumbled.

The man only laughed even harder, pushing himself up on his elbows.

"If I'm a god, then you're a goddess," he replied before leaning down to kiss the girl passionately.

A couple minutes of rolling around in the bed sharing sloppy, dozy kisses later Chris stood up from the bed. (y/n) almost covered her eyes when they took in the sight of the naked man in front of her, but memories of the previous night came to her mind and she just smiled up at him, noticing the tiny smirk taking over his expression as he looked down at her lying form.

"I'll take a shower, you join if you like, and then I'll take you out for breakfast," he announced on his way to the bathroom winking over his shoulder, and before she would have the chance or time to protest, he has already disappeared through the doorway.

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"Everyone, this is Chris," (y/n) announced to her small group of friends. "And Chris, this is everyone."

Laughter filled the living room before eventually each person opposing the couple moved to introduce themselves to their friend's boyfriend.

"We've heard so many things about you," Jack grinned at him as they shook hands.

"Only good ones, I hope." Chris chuckled.

"Oh, don't worry, she's talking about you all the time, and somehow they're only good, or what is more, amazing things," Emily joined the conversation, pulling the friend group's new addition into a hug.

"Yeah, I'm quite convinced by now that you're naturally unable to make mistakes," another friend, Daniel added.

Chris shook his head in disbelief, lovingly glaring at the girl standing by his side as he laughed along with her friends.

"What? It's not true, I do tell them your disadvantages too!" (y/n) protested in an exclaim.

"Really? Then I probably missed them all 'cause I can't remember a single thing," Emily giggled.

"I think we all missed that," Jack high-fived her.

"Shut up, guys."

(y/n) rolled her eyes, swiftly moving out of her boyfriend's hold, leaving towards the kitchen.

"Come on, girl, we're only joking!" The last one of her friends, Tessa called out after her.

"Just stop making a fool of me in front of Chris," (y/n) announced when she got back with a plate in her hands. "You're gonna scare him away and I'll hate you for it forever."

"It's impossible, nothing can make me leave." Chris grabbed her arm to pull her into his side, pressing a quick kiss against her temple.

A choir of 'aww's filled the air and (y/n) hid her face in her palms to cover the rising blush.

"Let's just play one of those games," she pointed at the tower of board games on the coffee table to try and divert the subject.

Three hours later Chris placed the last dirty glass in the dishwasher, straightening his back with a sigh. To say he was tired was a misunderstanding. He felt utterly exhausted, the nervousness of meeting (y/n)'s friends for the first time, the countless different games they played throughout the evening had completely worn him out.

He wearily strolled back inside the living room, slumping down on the couch as his girlfriend still moved around, sweeping the floor.

"How are you?" She glanced at him with an understanding smile.

"Dead tired," he groaned. "But it was fun. I like them."

"You do?" (y/n) beamed, pouring the collected dirt inside the trash can before moving to sit down next to him, snuggling into him.

"Did you have fun?" Chris asked back, pressing a kiss against her hair, right on the top of her head.

"Absolutely. Thank you for everything," she sighed in contentment. "And for helping me clean up."

"You're welcome."

They stayed like that, enjoying the peaceful quiet and happiness surrounding them inside and out for about half an hour. Chris couldn't help but think about one thing only, and that one thing was what he was feeling in his chest. It had been there for a while now, but that day it grew even stronger.

(y/n) was thinking about the same thing. How complete this man had made her and her life ever since he came into view. How much he gave her, whether it was words, silence, touches, a kiss or literally anything else that she needed. She wanted him to know it, so in that calmness she took the chance to finally express it.

"I love you," she whispered so quietly she wasn't sure he even heard it, right until she felt Chris' body go tense as he took in the words.

He couldn't believe his ears first. Did the girl hear his thoughts? He wanted to say it out loud, too, but she was faster.

"I love you too," he replied.

(y/n) raised her head and sat up straighter, supporting her weight gripping into his arm. She was grinning wide, and he felt one with a similar width splitting his face as well. They both let out a giggle before leaning in and kissing each other with the most passion ever.

"Wow, I didn't think you could make me smile this big," (y/n) chuckled when they parted.

"Me neither."

They stared at each other in complete adoration for what felt like eternity before the girl let out a yawn, breaking the moment. Chris stood up, gently lifting her up in bridal style to bring her to her bed.

"Are you gonna stay?" Her sleepy voice broke the comfortable silence when her body met the mattress and she snuggled herself into the sheets.

"If you want me to, yeah."

"Of course I want you to, dummy," she giggled and Chris smiled, pulling his shirt off his body before crawling into bed, arms already moving around her torso to pull her into him.

- - - - - - - - - - -

"I'm trying to work!" (y/n) exclaimed when Chris didn't stop tickling her side, standing behind her chair.

"And I'm trying to talk with you," he answered cheekily, but the slight quiver of his voice didn't go unnoticed by the girl. She put the pen down and turned to the side to look at him. Within a moment he was squatting beside her so she didn't have to crane her neck too much to be able to look into his eyes.

"What is it then?" (y/n) asked sweetly, reaching out to lace her fingers with his.

"I was thinking," Chris started, but eventually stopped after these three words, making the girl let out a chuckle.

"Yeah? That was the important thing that couldn't wait?"

"No, shhh, I'm tryna find the best way to say it," he placed a finger against her lips to gently shut her up.

"Okay, now you're scaring me," she stated from behind his touch, slightly muffled as her eyes widened with worry.

"You know, I think... Uh..."

(y/n) had never seen him like that before. Chris was a stuttering mess instead of the always confident man she got to know him to be. She waited patiently for him to continue, intrigued to find out the reason behind his nervosity.

"Let's move in together."

Her lips somewhat parted as she processed his words, taken aback by the sudden announcement.

"I mean, we're technically already living together, there are only a couple nights we spend apart, and I think it'd be nice to officially be able to be together 24/7," the man rambled, trying to explain it.

Now it was (y/n)'s turn to shush him with her finger against his lips. She had already thought about it just like seemingly he did, so her answer was already thought through and ready to be spoken out loud.

"It'd be awesome," she said, grinning widely at Chris. He fistbumped the air in the utter joy he was feeling before pulling the girl in by the back of her neck and smashing their lips together.

- - - - - - - - -

As the celebration of their one year anniversary, Chris arranged a weekend getaway trip to the mountains where he rented a small house away from everything and everyone so they could spend some time actually, truly alone.

He planned everything, even packed a bag for her, putting in all her favourite clothing items, and he only told her about it when he woke her up the day before their anniversary at 6am so they could leave early.

The roadtrip was amazing, filled with lots of laughter, singing (or more like belting out song lyrics), stuffing their stomach with all kinds of snacks (Chris bought at least one pack of literally everything he had found in the shop earlier), and switching position every once in a while so he could rest a bit while she was the one driving.

(y/n) was blown away, to say the least. The house, the view, the whole idea itself was breathtakingly lovely. No one ever did anything like that for her in her whole life. She had never felt so loved.

Being exhausted from the several hours long car ride and getting up so early in the morning, they eventually decided to take a nap. Not much later (y/n) was already sleeping so deep that she didn't notice her boyfriend leave her side. He worked in silence in the bathroom, careful not to make any mistakes as he lit the small candles and scattered the rose petals.

An hour later, when the girl finally woke up, Chris was nowhere to be seen. She walked around the house in search of him, and eventually arrived to the bathroom. Her jaw dropped to the floor as her eyes took in the sight.

Candlelight illuminated dimly the whole room, petals of red roses creating a path towards the bathtub. She slowly approached it, and when she glanced down, she let out a quiet squeal.

With those very petals there were words written out on the bottom of the tub.

          WILL YOU MARRY ME?

Her hand flew up to cover her widely opened lips as tears filled her eyes. The sound of the door closing behind her made her spin around, and there he was, the man she was previously searching for. A simple, white shirt hugged his torso perfectly, the outlines of his toned upper body clearly showing from under it. His choice of clothing was completed with a pair of elegant pants and a single red rose was in his hands.

He slowly knelt down to one knee under her staring eyes and as a sob escaped her, a couple teardrops freeing themselves and rolling down her cheeks, he spoke the words of the question out loud, pulling a ring box out from his pocket.

She was crying unstoppably at this point, but she managed to move her head in several huge nods as an answer. When she was finally able to form words, she started mumbling yes over and over against the skin of her hands.

Chris swiftly stood up and rushed to her side, taking her face in his hands only to stare at her in affection for a couple seconds. He eventually broke out from his trance and pulled her face towards him to kiss her.

"What, you're not even gonna look at the ring?" He joked with their lips still touching when after they parted, she still chased him with her lips.

(y/n) leant further away from him and turned her gaze down, watching as Chris pulled the mentioned ring out of its box and place it onto her fourth finger.

"It's absolutely gorgeous," she gasped, taking in the simple, yet elegant golden ring. She moved her hand around, amused by how beautifully the small gem shined in the candlelight.

"Thank you," the girl lifted her head back up to press yet another kiss against his lips, followed by about a million more.

- - - - - - - - -

Exactly two years after they first met in that club, (y/n) found herself stepping out to the slightly crisp but sunny spring air, her arms linked with her father's, body perfectly hugged by the previously chosen wedding dress.

As they got closer to the front, she noticed the tears shining in Chris' eyes as he watched her come closer and her heart fluttered with utter delight.

She truly was a wonderfully gorgeous creature. Chris knew that he'd never be able to get enough of looking at her.

He truly was a sight for sore eyes, (y/n) thought giddily, almost tripping on her way there. She was sure she would've faceplanted onto the ground if his father wasn't grabbing her arm so tightly.

Chris shook his head in loving disbelief as he noticed her (not surprising) clumsiness and (y/n) shrugged, shooting a grin his way.

Finally tearing her gaze from the man, his fiancé, (in order to avoid actually tripping) she looked to the side to catch a glimpse of her mum. The older woman's eyes were blurry, cheeks staining with wet stripes already, her lips curved into a beaming smile. She held her hand up, forming a thumbs up at her daughter, making her grin even wider before turning back towards Chris, as she was arriving to her final destination.

The ceremony didn't last long, or at least for the couple standing facing each other it didn't seem moer than a couple minutes. In the flicker of an eye they were already at the end of it, leaning in to kiss each other in utter and complete love.

"I love you more than anything, Mrs Evans," the new husband whispered to his wife.

"I love you too, Mr Evans."

- - - - - - many, many years later - - - - - - -

"Don't you cry, you old dumbass," (y/n) scolded her husband, glancing up at him from where she was laying in the hospital bed, her voice raspy from age but the glint in her eyes still the exact same as it was in her twenties, whenever she was looking at him.

"But it's back," Chris whispered in a watery voice as he sat next to her, gripping her hand tightly. He tried hard to fight the urge to cry, it could wait until he got back home where she couldn't see him. It's the least he could do for her now.

"Yeah, and what? You whining about it won't make it go away," the older woman rolled her eyes.

"You're right," he sighed, lifting her hand up to his lips to press a shaky kiss against the back of it.

"I know, I always am," (y/n) laughed. "Otherwise, didn't we have a full life? We had each other through all of it. We made three human beings and raised them amazingly, I mean, just look at them. All successful in what they love to do, respected and surrounded with their own families. We have seven adorable grandchildren. And, you know, we have to face it, we're more than 70 now. Everyone dies someday, and I think we were lucky to stay alive for so long. It could've taken me back then, but it didn't and we had more than thirty years after that. What we had is more than I have ever wished for back when I was a kid or a teenager. All we should be is thankful."

At the end of her speech she was so out of breath that she had to spend a couple seconds leaning her head back and just breathing - panting.

"You're right, again," her husband smiled sadly, and her eyes gleamed happily.

"I love you," she spoke up again when she gained enough strength to do so. "I have loved you all my life, more than anything, never forget that. And I'm thankful for you and all that you've done for me. One thing's for sure, though. On that night in the club, I wasn't expecting that."

A teardrop escaped no matter how hard (y/n) tried to hold it back, and it slowly made its way down the elderly, paper-like skin of her cheek. Chris leaned in and gently kissed it away, both of them letting out a weak giggle from the movie-like cheesiness of it.

"And I love you too, darling."

.::the end::.

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#chris evans #song drabble #chris evans imagine #chris evans fanfiction #imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #masterlist #chris evans x reader #x reader #marvel #captain america #steve rogers #wasn't expecting that #jamie lawson

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Breton Headcannons because im a sucker for them

Im not super very smart so some of these may be actual canon djdhhdhdh

Culinary magic is not uncommon in High Rock. Chefs like to make dishes boosted with a little magic, which vary from tartlets that give one’s skin a sparkling luster to juices which give the drinker hiccups for days on end. These are mostly used for funsies, but some magical foods, like biscuits that keep the adrenaline pumping nonstop, are often supplied to the province’s armies.

They have an ongoing petty rivalry with the neighboring Nords. It’s nothing too serious; no military conflict or actual fighting, but it’s quite bitter. Cargo rarely makes its way across the Skyrim/High Rock border. Nords use insults such as “You swing a greatsword like a Breton.” who, in turn, say things like “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were a Nord; the way you can’t even learn the simplest of fire spells.”

A lot of Bretons actually like the Reachmen. Sure, they detest the bloody nature of the Forsworn and how they rub elbows with Hagravens, but other than that, they feel sympathy. Many have crossed the border into Skyrim in order to join the ranks of Madanach.

We all know this, but they’re short. Shorter than even bosmer. The average female Breton is 4’10, while the average male is only about 5’3.

Due to their size and mastery of spellcraft, Bretons make for excellent nightblades and make up quite a large portion of Tamriel’s assassins and bounty hunters. Many a king, jarl and noble has been assasinated by one of their kind, and this may have caused a bit of distrust in foreign courts. Kind of like how rich folk and beggars alike hide their coinpurses when a Khajiit walks past them, a nobleman would slooooowly inch away from the Breton who smiled at him while sharpening their knife.

Accents are like,,, a combination of transatlantic (which if you don’t know is the accent those 20′s-60′s movie stars used in interviews and films) and French. Put simply: imagine any Audrey Hepburn movie but she’s a bit more nasally and pronounces her “th”s as “d”. 

Pointy ears. PERIODT. This is my best headcannon and you can pry it from my cold, dead hands.

Bretons have the best holidays in Tamriel. They tend to start off innocent and fun enough, yet become more debauched as the sun sets. On Flower day, fresh daffodils are picked and woven into flower crowns. Tulips are cooked into dishes, a parade featuring scantily clad men and women dancing on horse-driven floats is held, fresh lemonade and wine is served, people dance until the sun rises, just...an all around good time.

okie dokie, that’s all i can pull out of my brain. feel free to add more!!!

#headcannons #tes #the elder scrolls #breton #tes lore #high rock #YEEEE I DID IT #WAHOOO

[lilaclovestowrite]

Arcade Chaos (Katsuki x Cheerful!Reader)

“ Bakugo oneshot with cheerful!reader at arcade plz? ”

Type: Request from Quotev

Words: 2556

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Hint of fluff, lots of Katsuki rage lol, and mainly humor

Summary: Somehow, you’re able to drag your crush, Katsuki Bakugou, to an arcade for the day. Of course, this creates chaos, since the Bakusquad happens to be there as well. But maybe, after all the chaos, you’ll finally be able to confess your true feelings to him!

Warnings:

None

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 “Why the heck are we in this lame place!?” questioned an irritated Katsuki.

“Cuz arcades are fun!” I answered, leading him in by the hand. He was very resistant—but he was no match for my nonexistent strength.

 “Fun? This place is for nerds who live in their mom’s basement. Just like stupid—”

 “Deku, yeah, yeah,” I finished for him with a blasé attitude. “I’ve heard it all before. Why don’t you just focus on something else besides Midoriya?”

 “Pfft, like what?”

 “Uh, something that actually matters. Video games, obviously.”

 “I’m leaving.” Just as he tried to escape, I pulled him back.

 “Get yer hands off me!” He flicked his wrist away from me, and huffed as he scanned the arcade’s interior.

“Come on, please stay with me for just an hour? PLEEEEEAAAASSSEEEEEE~!?” I forcefully smiled, holding my hands together in a purposely pathetic pose.

 “Well, you already kidnapped me so—whatever. And what’s the difference between these games and the ones on my phone? Only geeks play these chunky, 8-bit fossils.”

 “Trust me. You’ll see,” I vaguely left as an answer.

After I dragged Katsuki around the building, I asked him if anything caught his eye. “So, do you know what game you wanna play?”

 “’Nuke the Zombies’ didn’t look too trashy, I guess.”

 I blinked once. “Uhh, how about something more child-friendly?”

 “Fine. How about ’Blow up the Bunny’ then?”

 Why did I ever think this was a good idea?

 “Let’s not.”

But what we didn’t know, is that our other friends happened to be here as well! Eijiro, Denki, Hanta, and Mina approached us all at once.

 “Wow! Hey, guys! Nice to see you here,” Eijiro greeted.

 Hanta laughed. “Didn’t really expect to see you two here. . .specifically, together.”

 “The heck you mean by that!?” Katsuki nearly erupted, but I held him back.

 “Oh, y’know—just figured you’d be at home plotting your revenge for Midoriya or something.”

His response only earned him a snarl from Katsuki. But Mina, on the other hand, decided to push all of Katsuki’s buttons without thinking.

 “Maybe they’re on a date!!” she gasped. “WAIT, ARE YOU—”

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!! This isn’t a heckin’ date!” Katsuki debunked. “She bugged me nonstop about coming to this trash hole, and finally got on my nerves, so I came.”

 By the smug look on my friend’s faces—they were obviously not buying it. Truthfully, I wouldn’t have minded it if were a date. Considering I’ve always had a thing for Katsuki. People may have thought I was crazy for liking someone so spastic with anger management issues—but there was more to him than just his atrocious personality. He had a lot of admirable qualities like uh, well, I’ll think of some later.

 “Alright then~” Mina giggled.

 “Guys, when can we play some games?” asked Denki.

“Right now!” Eijiro made an immediate beeline for Whac-A-Mole. “Bakugou, you gotta try out this game! I used to play it when I was younger, and it’s so much fun.”

 “The heck is it?”

 Katsuki stormed over and studied the attributes of the vintage game, while Eijiro explained the rules of it to him.

 “And when the mole thing rises up, you just hit it with this mallet!”

 “Pfft, sounds like a baby game. Pass.”

 “Aw, c’mon!” I joined in, trying to convince him to try it out.

 Hanta agreed, “Yeah! Don’t be such a wet blanket, man.”

After all our nagging, he eventually gave in and reluctantly picked up the game mallet. “Gross, a thousand brats probably got their diseased germs all over this thing.”

 “They’re not as diseased as your attitude, that’s for sure—”

 “COME AGAIN, KNOCK-OFF PIKACHU!?!”

 “Hey, hey,” Eijiro tried calming. “Just try one round at least!”

 “Ugh, fine.”

Once the game started, the plastic moles slowly rose up from their holes, and each one was hammered by Katsuki. He displayed his obvious boredom through stance and expression.

 “This game is about as fun as watching paint dry.”

 “Oh, it gets harder,” I snickered.

 “This is about as hard as using Deku as a football.”

But he was soon showed otherwise—as the game’s difficulty increased. The moles now only stayed up for half a second now, and even Katsuki was having a hard time keeping up.

 “C’mon, dude! Whack them!” Eijiro cheered.

“THIS STUPID MALLET ISN’T WORKING!!!” he screeched, causing the rest of the people around us to stare. It was a bit embarrassing. But that’s my penalty for going out in public with Katsuki. “DIE, RATS, DIEEEEEE!!!!” So, he dropped the mallet, and just started exploding the moles with his hands.

 And of course, the result was he melted the arcade machine. All the moles were now nothing but liquefied plastic, which was totally uncalled for compared to the games standards.

 I walked back to my friend’s table with Katsuki by my side.

“Alright, I just called Katsuki’s therapist and he was able to, er—scream out his issues. So, I think we’re good!” I informed with a thumbs up.

 “My therapist can bite rocks.”

 I let out a sigh of disappointment at his rude response.

 “Hey, (Y/N)! Did you see any games that caught your eye?” Hanta wondered.

 I answered with, “Hmm. . .well, I did wanna play Whac-A-Mole. But now it’s melted into the flooring, so. . .”

“It wasn’t even fun,” Katsuki downplayed. “I have more fun beating Deku. Wait—they should make a game called Whac-A-Deku. Now, I’d play that.”

 We only stared at our friend, mildly disturbed.

 Hanta said, “Pac-Man it is, then.”

 After playing a few more games, we headed to the eating area. We ordered some pizza and soda, so we just chatted as we ate.

 “You guys, what do you think is better? Pac-Man or Ms. Pac-Man?” asked Mina.

 “They’re the same thing, Raccoon Eyes.”

 “NO, PAC-MAN IS A MAN, AND MS. PAC-MAN IS A WOMAN.”

 I awkwardly nibbled on my pizza, watching the conversation between them take a nosedive for the worst.

 “Guys, is butter a carb?” Katsuki asked us.

 Denki replied, “I don’t know—I don’t watch Gordon Ramsey.”

“Whatever, I’m getting cheese fries.” He launched his pizza in the trash can (which he carelessly missed), and headed back to the ordering station.

 Just as Katsuki got out of earshot, Mina immediately began interrogating me.

 “So. . .ya sure you two weren’t on a date~?”

 I went red with total shock and embarrassment. “What? No way! He doesn’t like me like that.”

 Hanta chuckled. “He liked you enough for you to literally drag him here. That’s like, a deathwish for most people.”

 I knew he had a point.

 Eijiro said, “Plus, he needs a girlfriend. He needs someone to keep him fairly sane.”

All their talking had me blushing. Yes, I liked Katsuki a lot—but I never thought it’d go any further than that. However, you never know about these kind of things.

 “So. . .should I ask him out or something?” I hesitantly questioned.

 “Go ahead! I mean, there’s not a line of girls trying to date him, that’s for sure.”

 I took it into consideration. Maybe today, I should try to make a move. I mean, YOLO, amirite?

 “Alright, I’ll try next time I see him,” I gulped.

 They all smiled uncontrollably, but instinctively stopped once Katsuki returned to the table.

 “Why’re you idiots all staring at me like a bunch of idiots?”

“Oh, uh—well. . .” I mentally prepared myself for rejection. I knew all my friends were bursting at the seams, waiting for me to confess my feelings to Katsuki. But it was just so awkward. So, I chickened out. “I uh, wanted to know if you were gonna share your cheese fries with me.”

 “What does share mean?”

 I could hear Eijiro facepalm. So, I ended the awkwardness with, “Nothing! Just eat your fries—”

 Later, we all continued searching for what else to play.

 So, I cleared my throat to get everyone’s attention. “Ahem. How about we do something that’s multiplayer?”

 “You mean like a competition?” Katsuki wondered, a psychotic smile forming on his face once the idea of winning first place entered his mind. Now, we were all scared.

“Uh, you’re smiling like a psycho again—I MEAN, uh, yeah! We just need to find a game that allows two players. . .and one that isn’t taken.” As I examined the room and every one of its consoles, I found one that caught my eye.

 Dance Dance Revolution (DDR).

 “Hmm, I know! That one!” I excitedly pointed to the one I was referring to.

 “OMG, that one is so cool! I used to play it when I was younger!” Mina beamed.

“Oh, great. Dancing? I thought you’d pick something that would actually hold my interest. Like no-scoping zombies or something.”

 I crossed my arms and said the thing I knew would make him do what I wanted. “What? You think you can’t beat me? Think I’m gonna win instead~?”

 “Pfft, in your dreams. I’d beat you at any game at any time of the week. You’re a lame gamer.”

 “You think so, eh? Well, let’s just find out!” I skipped over to the DDR machine and patiently waited for the two children to finish up their round. However, patience wasn’t an idea Katsuki could process in his arrogant brain.

 “Hit the road, punks! I’ve got a game to win!” He shoved the two kids off, and cleared the platforms for both of us. I tried mouthing an apology to the two schoolboys, but they had already escaped to find their parents.

 Katsuki extended his arms and stretched out his fingers. Eijiro and Hanta approached me, asking if I was sure this was a good idea. I knew Katsuki was unhealthily obsessed with winning, but that only made it more fun being his opponent, at least in my opinion! (Plus, seeing him fail was ten-times funnier).

 “Go easy on her, dude,” Denki tried helping out.

“No way, Calamari. I’m not a braindead loser like you.” Finishing up his mini exercise, he stepped onto the dance platform. “What’re you waiting for, girly?” Katsuki snarked at me with a confident smirk.

 I stepped on mine as well, and scrolled through the list of songs to perform. “We could start with easy mode,” I offered.

 “No way. Go for the hardest mode you can find.”

 Someone was going to break their legs, and it wasn’t going to be Midoriya this time around.

 “Oh. . .well, uh—alright!” I landed my finger on this Vocaloid song called The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku, which was apparently the most challenging one on this menu. “Alright, there’s the modes: Beginner, Intermediate, Pro, Master, and uh, Death.”

 “Choose Death then.”

 With a cloud of anxiousness looming over my figure, I pressed that option. I didn’t know what to expect—but I was scared.

 “How bad can it be?” chuckled Eijiro.

 Oh, but it was pain. It was the most torture I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.

When the gameplay started, it wasn’t too hard in the intro of the song. But when the fast part came, it was like we were dancing to save our lives. People in the building came to spectate us and our anguish—but our friends cheered us on the entire time.

 “REEEEEEEEE, END MEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Katsuki screeched as he barely managed to touch the flashing tiles on his platform.

I felt as if I was jumping across a room full of nails sticking straight up. I could barely keep up with the beat of the song, and I was already exhausted. But we weren’t even halfway into it.

 “BEATING ALL FOR ONE IS EASIER THAN THIS TORTURE MACHINE!” roared Katsuki.

 “You’re almost to the beat break!” Hanta reassured.

Finally, the first verse of the song ended. So, our legs could take a break for a few seconds. Katsuki and I were desperately trying to regain oxygen, since it was such a rush. When we looked at our current scores—I saw that I was luckily five points higher than Katsuki.

 “WHAT THE HECK!? HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE!?” he raged.

 “HA.”

 Everyone cheered for me at the moment, but Katsuki wasn’t having it. He was more than determined to beat me now.

When the gameplay resumed, we continued to push ourselves to dance on the correct tiles. Our scores were nearing closer together, and it was only a matter of time before one of us passed each other for good and won.

 “ALMOST THERE,” Katsuki spoke to himself, as he glimpsed at his own score.

But just the moment before it was all over, Denki accidentally activated his Quirk due to the hype building up in his system—and it shot out at the DDR machine, causing it to short-circuit and die.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Katsuki bellowed out, as he fell on his knees and placed his hands on the now black screen. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU, STUPID PIKACHU!!!”

 However, it was pointless because Denki already fried his brain and went dumb. “Wheyyyy~”

Eijiro couldn’t help but laugh hysterically, along with Hanta and Mina. It only made Katsuki’s blood boil—and frankly, I couldn’t help but giggle too.

 “I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS PAIN.” Katsuki stood up and stalked out of the arcade. Of course, I followed him.

 “Katsuki! Don’t be upset. It’s only a game.”

 “I WAS SO CLOSE TO WINNING!” he fumed. “I COULD HAVE BROKEN THE STUPID RECORD—”

“Shh, just relax! They’ll probably fix it, and we can always come back later.” I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, which he surprisingly didn’t flick off.

 “Hmph. I’m never playing that demon game ever again.”

 I laughed softly. “Well, there’s plenty of other games. But other than the fact Denki shut off the game—did you have fun?”

 He turned his head to me, and for I moment, I swear I saw his eyes soften by a fraction. “Maybe a little—but not that much.”

 I’ll take that as a yes, coming from him.

But now that we were together with no other distractions, I decided to take a risk and slide my hand into his. He widened his eyes—since affection was probably a concept far removed from his unfriendly mentality.

 I looked down at the floor and smiled, saying, “I was thinking, Katsuki. Would you uh, would you consider being my Player Two?”

 I didn’t even care how cheesy I was being at this point.

 “The heck does that mean?”

 Our friends screamed from a distance, “SHE’S ASKING YOU OUT, GENIUS!”

Katsuki stiffened up, since he was struggling to find a riposte to throw back in my face. But it was relentless. Instead, he let out a sigh and told me, “That’s the sappiest and most idiotic thing I’ve ever heard—but sure. You’re not as annoying as the others.”

 I strained my cheeks from smiling so much, and I threw my arms gleefully around Katsuki. The others were probably afraid he’d blow up or something, but thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, he returned the favor by awkwardly rubbing my head.

 “They’re so cute together~” sighed Mina.

 “Yeah, Bakugou better not screw it up,” Eijiro added with a smile.

 “It’s Bakugou, he screws everything up.”

 “True.”

 Maybe coming to this place was a good idea after all~

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[tefanfics]

Changes

Chapter 52

When our song ended, we took our spot at the head table. I let out a soft sigh of relief. I knew it was my decision to keep it a secret for a little bit. I had originally planned to tell him on our honeymoon but with a two weddings, I knew I couldn’t keep it a secret much longer.

I kept ahold of Taron’s hand as I sat beside him. My cheeks were beginning to hurt from constantly smiling but it was hard not to. Especially when I could see the proud smile Taron wore.

He looked down at me, now grinning. “I can’t believe this,” he said. “We really have a little one coming.”

I nodded in response, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. My gaze dropped down to my stomach and my hand found the bottom of it. “Yeah…,” I answered quietly.

It was like it was hitting me for the first time. We were going to have a baby. I was going to be a mom- something that I had wanted for a few years now. I blinked furiously as tears started to sting my eyes. I took a quick and sharp breath, holding onto Taron’s hand a little tighter than I had intended to.

“You alright, babe?”

I glanced up at Taron and nodded again. “Yeah. Just really… overwhelmed,” I laughed. “In a good way.”

Taron let go of my hand and slid his arms over my shoulders as I carefully moved my chair close to him. He kissed my temple before smiling at me. “I knew today would be one of the happiest days in my life.”

I met his gaze and felt that same sense of relief from earlier. I could hear everyone around us talking and the music playing softly in the background. I could hear the photographer sneaking around, snapping photo after photo of us and our friends and family. But I was far too focus on Taron to truly pay attention to any of it.

My attention was pulled as servers came through, placing dinner in front of everyone. I looked at the plate and gulped, the smell of it hitting my nose. I stood up as quickly and carefully as I could manage. I tapped Callie on the shoulder as I walked past her. Once I was out of eyesight of everyone, I practically darted down the hall and into a bathroom.

Callie followed, barreling into the bathroom behind me. “Rose?”

There was no way I could respond. My stomach was churning as I hunched over the toilet.

Callie found the stall I was in and stood behind me, grabbing my hair. “I always thought I’d be holding your hair back at your wedding because you got drunk. Not because you were pregnant.”

I wasn’t sure whether I should laugh or glare at Callie. Not that it mattered because before I could manage any kind of response, the morning sickness was back.

When I was done throwing up, I leaned back. I tried to be careful of my dress as Callie helped me back to my feet. She disappeared for a few minutes before returning with some water for me.

“Thank you,” I muttered. I sipped on the water as Callie got a couple of paper towels and got them wet. She pressed the cool towel to my forehead and I shut my eyes, letting her clean me up.

“Your hubby is worried.”

“Did you tell him it’s just morning sickness?”

“Yup. He’s outside like a lost puppy,” she answered. I opened my eyes to see the smirk on her lips.

“Now we’ll really have to tell everyone tonight,” I sighed.

“Just tell them it’s nerves,” Callie answered with a shrug. “They don’t need to know just yet.”

I contemplated her words for a moment before finishing the water. Callie left the bathroom before me. I looked myself over in the mirror. I was a little paler than usual but nothing I couldn’t play off.

Finally I stepped out of the bathroom. Callie has been right. Taron was waiting impatiently, his hands buried in his pockets with a look of anxiousness across his face.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Taron asked quickly.

“I’m fine, I promise. Just part of the pregnancy thing,” I answered. “Remember a couple of weeks ago where I was sick nonstop and you deemed it a stomach bug?”

Taron nodded but almost immediately his eyes widened. “Morning sickness.”

“That night you woke up and I said I had been in the nursery?” I asked. Taron gave another nod and I continued. “I kind of lied. I ran down to the store and bought a pregnancy test. And I was so nervous and I didn’t want to wake you up so I used one of the bathrooms upstairs. I was on FaceTime with Callie and I almost couldn’t look at the test.” I was rambling, almost panicking as I explained that night to Taron. “I was a little scared of it being positive because I didn’t know how you’d react. Hell, I wasn’t sure how I would react. And I’m sorry I told Callie before you. I just-“

But I was cut off. Taron leaned down and landed a soft kiss.

“You do realize I just threw up, right?” I asked as I looked at him.

He scrunched his nose a little. “I hadn’t really thought about that,” he said, leaving me to laugh softly. “You’re just cute when you start panicking like that. Don’t apologize for telling Callie. She’s your best friend. Just promise me you’ll tell me first on our next one.”

I could feel my face grow warm as I formed a sheepish smile. “Yeah, alright,” I agreed. “I don’t want to tell everyone here yet though. Just my family and yours, if that’s okay.”

Taron nodded. “Of course, babe. Now let’s get you back. Your dad is ready for your dance with him.”

I took Taron’s hand as we returned to our guests. My dad came straight toward me, taking me from Taron and leading me back to the dance floor.

Another Beatles song began, this time it was In My Life. I swayed back and forth with my father, entirely emotional as I listened to him tell me how proud of me he was and how happy for me he was.

After our dance, it was time to cut the cake. I managed to go without cake in my face but Taron wasn’t as fortunate. At least the kiss tasted like frosting.

The evening grew later and later and I was exhausted. I was ready to get out of my dress and sleep for as long as my body would allow. Which honestly it felt like I could’ve slept for three days straight.

Guests began to leave, all coming up to wish us congratulations and many happy years. After each one, left Taron explained who they were. The next wedding it would be my turn to explain my family and friends.

When all that remained was Callie and Jack, my parents and Sean and Taron’s family, it was time to spill our secret.

We all stood in the middle of the otherwise empty dance floor. Taron’s arm was around my waist as he started to speak.

“First off, thank you for everyone’s help today. There’s no way we could’ve done this without all of you,” he said, smiling widely.

There were murmurs of you’re welcome’s and that’s what family is for from our little crowd.

“Second off- I just have to let it be known that this is the greatest day of my life,” Taron said as he pulled me closer to his side.

“Wait till you have kids, son,” Tina spoke up.

My parents chimed in, agreeing with her.

“About that,” I finally joined in. Synced up as always, my hand found the bottom of my belly at the same time that Taron’s did, our fingertips touching.

I watched as faces contorted around us. My dad knew immediately, Tina and my mom were asking questions. Rosie and Mari had no clue and it was clear to see the confusion written on their little faces as everyone else grew excited. Taron’s dad moved closer to Taron, patting him hard on the back and congratulating it followed by Jack. And Sean- well Sean was the last to understand.

“Wait… I’m gonna be an uncle?” He asked.

“Yeah!” I answered, grinning at my not-so-little little brother. I stepped away from Taron’s grasp and hugged Sean.

I was passed around, hugging family members and friends before I found Taron again.

We looked at each other, cheeks sore from smiling but still doing it and spoke at the same time.

“Best day ever.”

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[rhetoricalrogue]

Wayhaven Week: Day 4

For the @otomefandomevents Wayhaven Week 2020.

Prompt: Tranquil Pairing: Adam du Mortain/Aubrey Miller Warnings: none Word Count: 2,786 Summary: Sometimes facing fears means tying on pointe shoes. Note: I’ve been listening to this playlist practically nonstop while writing this. I also have zero knowledge of dance, so this is mostly me doing the Internet Researcher mode and I apologize for any term I may have gotten wrong.

“This is so stupid,” Aubrey hissed, looking at her reflection in the full length mirror that spanned from one side of the wall to the other.  Bright afternoon sun filtered in through the windows overhead and the playlist of piano music, while a bit tinny through her phone’s speaker, was a tune she was used to.

Aubrey knew for a fact that the majority of Unit Bravo was out of the Warehouse, Morgan being the only one who gave her a brief greeting as she came through. She hadn’t really looked at the bag Aubrey had slung over her shoulder aside from a short curious glance. Even so, it was enough to make it feel like Aubrey had stored a ton of bricks inside instead of the few lightweight items she knew were in there.

She was grateful it was only Morgan hanging around. While she loved the enthusiasm that Farah had for most things, especially bits of her personal past, Aubrey didn’t think she could handle a barrage of questions right now.  She was also grateful that all Morgan did was give her a lazy head to toe look-see when she bumped into her again in the hallway leading from her room and the training room. The tiny half-smile at the short, fluttery skirt and pastel blue knit wrap top Aubrey wore over a grey tank top and black leggings and the brief have fun in there told Aubrey that she wouldn’t be disturbed as she did...whatever she thought she was going to do.

“Come on, Aubs,” she grumbled, sitting on the floor and digging through her bag. Without looking, she found the roll of tape and even though it had been years, taped up her toes as easily as if her last practice was the other day instead of over four years ago. After putting on a pair of lambswool toe pads, her pointe shoes went on just as easily and she exhaled, going into a series of warm up stretches she still did every morning to keep herself limber.

It wasn’t until she was back on her feet and facing the barre that she faltered again. Her eyes went to her phone and she had a brief thought to call up her former dance partner for a pep talk, but then talked herself out of it when she realized that Tony would still be in practice for the production he was gearing up to perform. “This doesn’t have to be scary.” Her hands trembled on the barre. She frowned and pulled her shoulders back, glaring at her reflection as she balled her hands into fists to stop them from shaking. “This shouldn’t be scary. No expectations, just do some basic steps. You can do a beginner class, you’ve taught students half your age how to do the same things before. Now stop overthinking and show me what you’ve got.”

Taking one last deep breath, Aubrey rolled up onto her toes, pushed over her toe box for a good stretch, rolled down through demi pointe, and laughed.

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Adam walked through the Warehouse and tried not to feel aggravated at the sight of the detective’s car parked outside.  Aggravated wasn’t quite the right word for how he was feeling, but he didn’t know how else to describe the way he felt out of sorts that she hadn’t called him to let him know that she was planning on dropping in on her day off. If she had, he would have…

I would have done what? he thought, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring as he sank into an easy chair in the living room. There had been something between them only a few days ago and he flexed his hand. If he focused enough on the memory of watching fireworks at the carnival, he could all but feel her hand still in his.

“That’s an awful grouchy look for someone who knows Aubs is home,” Morgan told him, perching her hip on the windowsill before she slid the window open enough to let a breeze in.

“She isn’t home,” he countered. “She’s somewhere here.”

Morgan scoffed and tapped out a cigarette. “Okay, sure.” Sparking up, she exhaled a plume of smoke. “To save you time, she’s in the training room. Said something about wanting to get some practice in.”

That got his attention. “By herself? You know she’s not the best at combat, you could have offered to help.”

She shrugged. “Didn’t think she needed my help.” Smoke seeped from her lips as she turned towards the open window. Nate would be pissed if she smoked up the living room too much.  “Why don’t you go check in on her progress?”

Morgan didn’t have to look to know that Adam had already left. Shaking her head, she smirked and took another drag.

Adam hadn’t even gotten a few feet away from the training room’s doors when the sound of music hit him, the pop song familiar from Farah constantly blaring the tune from her bedroom at volumes loud enough to make the windows vibrate. Yet instead of being irritating, this version was both softened by being played on the piano and at a volume low enough that it was more than likely only barely audible to human hearing. His steps faltered as he listened to the rapid beating of Aubrey’s heart and the occasional hard slap of feet against the floor. Curiosity got the better of him and he quietly made his way to the door, opening it but not entering. Part of his reasoning was that he wanted to see how long it would take for the detective to be aware of his presence, but the other was because he wanted to observe her progress without her going tense or stopping only because she thought he was judging her progress and finding it lacking. She had the basics of combat covered due to her police training that he found satisfactory, but there was always a fear clawing at his gut that her training wouldn’t be enough to help her while facing more supernatural foes.

It was something that they were both going to have to work on, she to improve her skills and he to actually let her without worrying so much.

What he found Aubrey doing was definitely not practicing fighting stances.  Adam stared transfixed as he watched her glide across the floor with a grace that he had only caught glimpses of in her everyday movements.  Aubrey was definitely unaware of his presence as she rose fully onto her toes and performed a series of small steps before going into a pirouette and then making multiple turns around the room at a speed that should have made a human dizzy, but Adam only saw a look of utter peace and serenity on her face that made his chest constrict at the emotion she elicited from him.

She was beautiful.  It was something he was well aware of, but seeing her dancing - something he knew she had loved and something that had pained her to leave behind - made it all the more obvious. Her arms moved to balance her as she rose again on one foot, her other leg lifting up and almost impossibly high near her head before she moved again, dropping her leg to extend it in front of her and folding herself over it in one fluid motion.  She stayed like that for a moment and Adam was sure she would move into another dance position, but she suddenly folded in on herself and sat on the floor, her arms coming up to circle her knees as she let out a loud sob.

He was at her side before he even registered moving.  “Are you hurt?” he asked, his eyes zeroing in on her left foot, hands going to her shoulders in concern. The ribbons of her shoes hid most of the silvery pale surgical scars he’d only glimpsed the few times he’d seen her barefoot, but nothing looked amiss.

Aubrey jumped, jerking up to look at him. “Adam?”

“You’re crying.” He couldn’t help but reach out and brush a tear away from her cheek, his breath catching when she tipped her head towards his hand.

“Oh.” Her hands went up to wipe at her face and she gave a little laugh. “I’m not hurt, at least I don’t think so.”  He watched her flex her foot before she nodded in affirmation that everything was fine. 

His brow furrowed in confusion. “Then why are you crying?”

She blushed and leaned back on her hands. “You know that before I joined the police force that I was a dancer.  Becoming a ballerina was the only thing I’ve ever wanted to be since I was six.  I spent twenty years dancing and after hurting myself and leaving, everything has felt...off, like something was missing in my life.  The instructor at the dance studio down the road’s given me an open invitation to perform at any of her programs, but I keep telling her that I’m retired. I haven’t danced since, partly because I was afraid of hurting my foot again, but mostly because I was afraid.”

He sat down next to her. “Afraid of what?”

She bit her lip. “That I wouldn’t be able to do steps I used to be able to practically do in my sleep. That no matter how much warming up I’d done that I wouldn’t be able to dance without pain. That the part of myself I had put so much of my effort into had truly died and the hole in my chest I’ve felt ever since would never go away.”  She laughed again, a trait that Adam had since realized was a nervous tell. “I told you I needed a lesson in self-assuredness.”

He let out a brief huff of laughter before sobering. “And now? Did you find the answers to your fears?” 

“I did.  I was so used to dancing at a certain pace and quantity that when the doctors told me that I’d hurt myself even more permanently if I kept it up, so my answer was to stop completely.” She tightened her arms around her knees. “My all or nothing thinking did more damage than risking the occasional recital or program here in Wayhaven making me miss my former schedule ever did.”

Anxiety suddenly latched its teeth into his chest. “Does this space displease you then?”

She jerked upright. “Displease me?  Adam, this…” she glanced around at what she could only describe as a miniature dance studio. Whoever had built it could have shuffled her to a corner of the training room, but she had been given an equal amount of space as any of the other equipment that dotted the area. “This is wonderful.”

He let out the breath he had been holding.  “Good. When your mother told us about your previous profession, I had hoped to give the architects enough direction to…” He stopped himself, heat dotting his face when he realized what he had said.

“You did this? For me?”

He frowned and tried to brush off the more serious implications his statement had brought up. “Even if you hadn’t utilized the space, an area for flexibility and agility practice would have…”  Whatever he was going to say next was knocked away when Aubrey launched herself at him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“Thank you,” she breathed, her cheek settling in the curve of his neck.  She leaned back enough to look him in the eye.  “I’ve felt so lost for so long, but this...this was me coming home.”

Adam reached up and brushed his fingers over her chin. “You’re crying again.”

“Happy tears, I promise.”

He should have moved away, but it felt right to bring his arms around her and hold her close, sighing as she hugged him again. “Happy or not, I don’t like being the cause of your tears.  I shall try to not do anything to make you cry.”

She laughed, her breath warm against his throat. “Good luck. You should know by now that I tear up at the drop of a hat.” She paused. “You thinking of me as an equal part of Unit Bravo even back then really means a lot to me. I mean it, Adam.”

He rested his chin on the crown of her head and gave in to a little self-indulgence by pulling her in closer. “You’re welcome, Aubrey.” Reluctantly, he pulled away and got up. “Though I should probably apologize: Farah’s going to insist you teach her everything you know.”

Aubrey grinned and held her hands up so Adam could pull her to her feet.  “I’m ready. I’ll have her in a leotard before she knows it.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

Her grin grew. “And maybe I just might have you doing some lifts before you know it too.”

He raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see about that.”

There was a beat where they were silent. Aubrey broke it by rocking back on her heels. “You know, this was just supposed to be a test to see if I could still dance, but I think I’m going to keep it up.  Would you mind if I came by more often to practice?”

Adam tilted his head. “Why would I mind? Like you said, this is your home.” He gave her a fond smile. “Besides, it wouldn’t be unpleasant to see you here more often. Your natural agility and speed could come in handy to offset your combat prowess.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat at the way he looked at her, his eyes soft in the afternoon light. “Maybe once I knock all the rust off, I can give a mini-recital,” she joked.

“I’d like that.” Adam cleared his throat. “We’d like that. But in order for you to do so, you need time to practice. I’ll leave you to it.”

Aubrey watched as he left the training room and closed the door behind him.  She couldn’t stop from rushing over to where her phone was to scroll through some more music. Where she had sort of butchered the flow of an actual class before to test if she could simply do the moves again, now she centered herself and began to practice in earnest. The years away had left her with muscles that still remembered how to move in the correct steps, even if being out of practice meant it took a little more effort to get into them. Even so, every plie and tendu made something dormant inside her unfurl and wake up, as if someone had opened a window to let a fresh breeze in.

Just outside the training room, Adam leaned against the wall and listened for a brief moment before heading down the hallway.  “You knew she wasn’t training,” he said as he found Morgan in the kitchen.

“Never said she was,” she replied, not looking up from the apple she was slicing.  “Besides, for her, I think that still counts as training. She needed that, you know.”

“So long as she doesn’t injure herself again.”

The scoff and rolled eyes were something Adam had grown used to. “She’s a grown woman, I think she knows what her body’s limits without you hovering.” She raised an eyebrow. “Though maybe she’d want you to hover, if you know what I mean.”

He scowled. “What are you doing?”

She gave him as innocent of a look as Morgan was capable of doing. “Nothing, Adam. Just making a snack.”

He looked down at the plate of sliced apples and cheese. “You hate cheese.”

“Didn’t say it was for me.  Don’t know what sort of calories she’s burning, but…” she shrugged. “She’ll be hungry when she finishes in there.”

He dropped his defensive posture. “So you can be nice,” he teased.

“Fuck off, Adam,” she sneered, throwing the plate into the fridge. “She’s my…” She trailed off and shrugged.

“You can call her your friend. It won’t hurt.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Ha ha. That’s real rich, coming from you.  But yeah. You’re supposed to do nice things for friends.”

Adam watched as she sauntered off. Leaning against the kitchen island, he grabbed an apple from the bowl Nate had put out earlier. Taking a bite, he frowned as he went over both the moment that he had with Aubrey and the conversation he just had with Morgan.

Maybe she’s right, he thought, pushing away from the island. He opened the fridge to make sure that there was a bottle of water set next to Morgan’s snack offering for Aubrey to find. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to admit certain things.

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[minsyal]

Mutual Feelings Pt. 12, [Revali x Reader]

Summary: Eh?

Medoh soared above the village, harboring two who shared many memories within. Memories that can be interpreted differently, some happy, some angry, and others downright confusing. The two of you sat together in the main terminal, peering out Medoh’s eyes as it flew automatically in pathed circles. He no longer stalked intimidatingly around you. Instead, he relaxed against the wall with an aged book capturing most , if not all, of his attention.

“You’re staring.” He peered over the top of the pages; the ink black words barely reflected in his eyes.

You coughed in response, quickly tearing your eyes from the Champion so as to not embarrass yourself further. Heat rose to your cheeks, burning the surface of your skin, causing a slight tinge of pink to flush through from ear to ear. You weren’t staring. You were merely observing for an extended period of time.

“What are you thinking?” He spoke like he already knew what was on your mind.

“Nothing.” He was so confusing. At times, in the past, you felt as if he couldn’t care less about you. His actions spoke quietly compared to his sharp tones and pointed accusations. You overlooked the times he looked out for you – the many times. But now he was trying.

“Nothing doesn’t look like that.” His brow rose along with his body as he crossed the room. The thoughts running through your mind must have somehow translated to expressions. Plucking the terminal cover off the ground, he moved it aside to make room for himself.  

“I’m just… just confused.” You finally admitted. The words fled from your mouth, surprising you more than him. Expecting a heavy weight to lift from your chest, you were flabbergasted when it didn’t. Rather, it was replaced by an even heavier weight. It pulled at you, begging you to remain how things had always been. Stay closed off. It told you. He won’t understand.

“About?” He inquired, folding the corner of his book before snapping it shut. Discarding it along with the terminal cover, he lowered himself down to join you. “I’d hope it not be about Medoh…” He held his signature arrogant grin, not taken aback by the aggravated look he received in return. “I do suppose I can finally trust you with them. So, tell me. What has the scientist so confused?”

The puzzle pieces in your mind refused to stick together. Everything became so jumbled when he spoke. Your heart raced, but you couldn’t pinpoint whether it was from excitement or dread. “It’s nothing, Revali.” But it wasn’t really nothing. Right now, in this moment, it was close to everything.

“She’s going to be okay.” An arm was awkwardly laced around you. He gave a slight tug, prompting you to tense up. “If that’s what was on your mind.” It most certainly was not until he reminded you. You rarely just got caught up in a moment, but lately it was hard not to.

“I know she will.” You let out a breath, eyes not daring to even glance in his direction. “It’s not that.”

“Then, it is?” He tugged once more, finally getting his way as you loosened and landed against his side.

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“Hello?” A voice rang throughout Medoh, coming from the upper deck. “My god, it’s windy in here!” It exclaimed in a dancing sing-song tone.

“In here!” Your ears perked at the sound of a familiar voice. Moving away from Revali, you called back.

“I saw that the protection-thingy was down.” Seoi came waltzing into the room, the expression on her face making it clear her mood was above the clouds. “So, I figured I’d come check in on you two.”

“We’re fine.” You commented. Revali stood from his spot on the floor, brushing his hands down his front as he came to stand at your rear. He placed a gentle hand on the small of your back, not bothering to hide the gesture from Seoi. She noted it, giving the two of you a knowing look. “How’s Keumi?”

“She’s still sleeping, but she seems better. Junil is watching her while I’m here.”

“And, if you don’t mind my asking, what are you here for?” Revali pushed against your back, eliciting a small tuff of annoyance from you.

“The sun is thinking about setting soon. I know the two of you haven’t eaten all day. Revali,” Seoi tore her eyes from the wing on your back, “why don’t you go get [Name] something to eat?”

Revali stood a bit straighter at the suggestion. His hand coasted upward to your shoulder where it landed and gave a squeeze. “A fine suggestion. I’ll be back.” With a few swift steps, he had crossed the room to one of the many exits. “Don’t make a mess of the place while I’m gone.”

Seoi waited a moment after Revali left before returning her attention to you. “You two?” She walked past toward the terminal.

“Us two?” You repeated, slower. “What about us?”

“Oh, come on. I told you he had a thing for you back when he panicked through the night after you were injured! So, the two of you finally got together, huh? What made that happen?” She shimmied her shoulders.

“We aren’t together.”

“Yet.”

“Ever.” Your shoulders slumped as the ghostly feeling of Revali’s touch dissipated. “We’re just friends.”

“Friends that hang out for extended periods of time, alone, that get all touchy with one another and stuff?” She snickered. “Okay, let’s think this through.” Seoi took your hands in hers as she swung them up and down. “He took care of you when you were hurt, he’s allowing Junil and a few others to use the Flight Range now, he’s taken quite the liking to Keumi who has been sticking to him like she does you, and he seems to be attached at your side a lot lately.”

“Yeah.” You said apprehensively, arms turning to jelly as Seoi continued to swing them. “He’s nice to Keumi?”

“I would slap you right now if I could do it without feeling bad.” She stopped, gripping your hands tightly. “He’s the sweetest to Keumi. It’s been in the last few weeks. He’s taken her to the spring, he’s given her a tour up here, he’s even defended her when a few of the other kids were picking on her.”

Maybe Revali had changed. “Did something happen between the two of you recently? Other than the tension?”

You thought back on what happened between the two of you Gerudo. He spent the majority of that day at your side, taking the time to care for you when he didn’t have to. In addition to that, he saved you. He was the reason you were able to gather the most important ingredient in saving someone that mattered to you. Maybe something had happened, but whether or not you were willing to admit it was another question.

“No.” You weren’t.

“Nothing?” Another voice came along with the clacking of feet. “I suppose you could consider it that, but I’d disagree.”

Seoi cocked her head to the side and gave you an expressive look. “I’ll take my leave at that. Junil is probably getting lonely.” She leaned forward and pressed her cheek to yours, also pulling you in for a strong hug. “Don’t let the important things go. Take a chance… even though I already know it isn’t a chance.”

“Bye Seoi.” You said, extending her at arm’s length.

Atop Medoh was a peaceful sight. The soft grassy region created a perfect place to rest among the winds that blew over the Beast. A woven basket sat between the two of you containing a quaint dinner of seared salmon with a sesame glaze on a bed of bitter greens. He claimed to have made it himself and watched you expectantly waiting for a response.

“It’s wonderful.” You smiled, taking the white cloth napkin and blotting it against your lips. That was all he needed, taking solace in your answer as he began picking at the other side of the dish. You ate in silence, the ambiance of the growing night filling the gaps. The sun crept over the horizon as the moon took its place. Crickets chirps bounced through the air, barely audible over the gushing wind through Medoh’s wings.

“May I ask you something?” He was now laid on his back, leg kicked over the other, and hands were tucked beneath his head. Your hands were folded on your stomach, fingers interlaced. A wave of tranquility rushed over you as you closed your eyes, taking in the moment. It was too nice, surely something bad would happen soon. Moments like this never lasted long.

“You’re going to ask anyway.” Your reply pulled a huff of air from him.

“Of course, I am.” The grass rustled as he rolled to his side. “Why did you take so much to Keumi?”

“She’s a sweet kid in a bad circumstance.”

“That it?”

“I suppose it could be jealousy as well.”

“Jealousy.” He repeated slowly, letting your admission set in further. “How so?”

You opened your eyes. Turning on your side, you faced Revali. “She’s got a good mom, the possibility of a nice stepdad too. The community is quite loving here. It’s all just so different from how I was brought up.”

“As a worker to the throne?”

“The job I have isn’t an easy one to get and an even harder one to do well. It requires long nights, early mornings, and gives me little to no time to just live.”

He hummed, giving a wordless agreement to your statement. The life of a Champion was far different in the many duties and requirements it took to fill the roll, but he could relate to the extensive hours and nonstop work.

“Aren’t you living now?”

“I’ve got a lot of work left if you guys even want a chance of defeating the Calamity.” You groaned, rubbing your eyes leaving behind blurry stars that melted into the ones positioned in the clear sky. “And Keumi, she’s still a handful.”

You lay there for hours with Revali, tossing and turning every now and again before falling back into long conversations, conversations you hadn’t really had with anyone. He explored the closed-gated realm of your mind, probing at what slows you down and what makes you tick. You weren’t the only one opening up, he too disclosed much of his life he had kept hidden. You had a lot in common. More, in fact, than you had thought.

With the sun finally bidding Hyrule adieu, the moon rose to project a blue hue that shadowed your figures upon Medoh. The Beast creaked and groaned as it continue flying its set path, every now and again letting out a protective roar. Revali was on his back, eyes closed, chest rising and falling leisurely as the day came to a close. You too were tired, having mimicked his position nearby. A subtle warmth radiated from him, calming the goosebumps that threatened to prickle your skin.

“Should we head back for the night?” He didn’t bother to open his eyes, instead keeping them closed as he projected his proposition into the twilight.

The ride back had been nothing like the first. He flew at a steady pace with no fast pick-ups and a severe lack of nose-dives. His feathers ruffled where you rested your head, a shiver crawled up his spine as you nuzzled closer to guard yourself from the frosty breeze. Maybe there was truly something there.

Rito Village had shut down by this point in the night. The majority of families were nestled together in their homes, radiating soft snores from each swaying hammock. Seoi’s home was the outlier. Her lanterns were still lit, the candles inside flickering as the wax melted down to the bottom leaving a thin liquid inside. The room was occupied by the three you had expected to see: Seoi, Keumi, and Junil. Keumi looked to be resting, her small body being blocked by the other two who hung at her bedside.

Revali assisted you, taking your hand as you jumped from his back to the landing. Descending the steps, you felt the thrill of the day rushing back in like waters from a broken dam. So much had happened in such a short period of time and it wasn’t over.

Seoi rose to her feet upon taking notice of yours and Revali’s entrances. She wasn’t composed like she typically would be. Her shoulders had slumped considerably, her hand was held firmly at her heart where she gripped tightly to something hidden beneath her feathers. Her eyes weren’t soft or loving, they were filled with something you hadn’t ever experienced with Seoi before – hatred.

Her heels clacked against the wooden floor as she stomped her way in front of you, blocking you from entering. Junil remained at Keumi’s side, not bothering to stop Seoi who was shooting daggers at you. Her scream could have woken everyone in the Village, but she didn’t care. What did it matter? She was furious.

“It’s your fault.” She pushed at your chest, knocking you back into Revali who held tightly to your arms. He attempted to push himself between the two of you, but to no avail. Seoi was a mother fueled by the love for her child, and nothing was going to stop her.

“What happened?” You tried to remain calm, straining your hands and arms struggling to work out the growing tension. Your neck stiffened as if a rod had been cast into it, rendering you unable to turn it from side to side.

“Oh,” she spat, “you know what happened.”

“Seoi.”

“No!” She screamed, voice cracking as she let out a deep sigh. Tears brimmed her eyes; the stains of the last wave had matted her feathers. “It didn’t work! Your stupid idea didn’t work and now,” she choked back a sob, “It’s all your fault.”

Reduced to a state of shock, you felt frozen in time. Everything seemed to slow as you peered around her spotting Keumi who looked deathly ill. Her jaw hung slack as her head lulled to the side. She wasn’t moving one bit. You waited for what seemed like years, watching her small chest intently praying to Hylia it would rise as she inhaled, but it didn’t.

“Here, let me just see if,” you tried to step around Seoi who immediately had her hand pressed to your collarbone. Her look commanded that you stay back, but you had to see if you could at least help. “Seoi, please, just let me.”

She became irate, pushing you back to fall to the ground before Revali could react. You watched as her mouth moved, your ears rang from the raid of screams penetrated your eardrums, but you couldn’t hear a word she said. You only felt the pain of it all.

“Get out!” The necklace she harbored in her hand lashed against your skin, thrown with might. Your hand searched quickly for it, grazing up and down where you had thought it hit, eventually finding it. It was Keumi’s, the one you had given her, the one you promised would keep you by her side. “I never want to see you again. Never come back.” She spat. The venom of her words worked speedily, infecting your body, making every task seem like hell.

“I said, get out!”

You didn’t know what to do, so you ran. You ran past Revali who called out after you. You ran from Seoi who had put her trust in you to keep her daughter safe. You ran from Junil who had just begun learning the love a father could feel for his child. You ran from Keumi who had grounded you and given you a loving home when you hadn’t one for yourself. You ran as fast and as far as your legs would take you and you had no intention of stopping.

Revali pleaded, running until he could no longer keep up. He flew from above, keeping an eye trained on you as you exited the Village, ran past the stable, and out toward the wild. Kolami Bridge was where he finally found you, crumbled to the ground with your head in your hands.

The pounding quickly set in, a horrendous headache taking its place. Your ears ached from the screaming, your eyes burnt from the tears, and the chain laced through your fingers felt like it was going to burn off your skin any second. Unsure of what to say, he sat down at your side, wrapped his arms around your shaking figure, and promised that everything was going to be okay. It had to, eventually. Right?

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