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dulceateez · 3 years

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𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡!𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳

𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨

it wasn’t anything extraordinary, nothing out of the ordinary from him. he’s a gentleman. always has been and always will be. he treats everyone with the same amount of respect and love, but this time was different. after a surprise practice fire drill, you rush along with your classmates into the bitter fall wind, hugging your arms close to your chest. your legs shivering and lips trembling. you mentally scold yourself for wearing such a thin outfit. but here comes your hero; with a big hoodie in his hand. you slip into the clothing and wallow in his cozy, floral, manly scent. you look up at him to thank him but his arm wraps around your shoulders and brought you closer to his body. your cheeks turned crimson and you melt into his warmth, forgetting about the harsh cold; “y/n-ah, how can you wear such an outfit when it’s so cold outside! you need to dress warmer now, keep my hoodie for when you walk home today.”

𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘸𝘢

you didn’t know him prior to this interaction; heard of him. yes, of course you’ve heard of him. everyone has a crush on this boy and you understand the appeal. still, you’ve never felt the butterflies in your stomach when he flashes a smile in the direction of you and your friends. at least not until that subtle touch you felt on the small of your back as he passed by. who knew the crowded hallway could feel so empty after experiencing the seonghwa effect. what made your heart race was when he turned to flash you a smirk so devilish that it sent you straight to heaven. did you just fall for the more unattainable guy in this school? yes. do you regret it? no. you felt your mind warp into one like his followers.’ perhaps you dressed yourself up more and paid extra attention to your actions after the encounter; something you’ll never admit to yourself or anyone else. you want to feel his effect once more and that’s exactly why you fell for him.

𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰

he’s the sweet boy next door, an eager puppy that always awaits your arrival, stalking your movements with child-like admiration. he finds you absolutely beautiful, since the day he moved in, but you’re taking longer to come around. but tonight changes the way you view him. your day was stressful, tear inducing even, and you just want to lay in bed and snuggle your favorite stuffed animal. the puppy analyzes your movements from afar and springs into action when you stomp right into your room as opposed to going into the kitchen for a snack like always. you lay in a puddle of your own self-pity when you hear thuds against your windowpane, you pull back the curtains and look down to see the homey boy smiling up at you with a bag of your favorite chips in hand. he gives it a shake, as if he’s coaxing you, you open the window up for him to climb into and he wastes no time in engulfing you in a bear hug. you replace the golden retriever plushy with him. as the two of you lay, not saying a single word, your heart starts to beat fast against his stomach; “y/n? are you nervous? do i make you nervous! you make me so nervous but i love it.”

𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨

how can someone not fall for such a sweet little human? his hair is fluffy like cotton candy, cheeks puffy like mochi, eyes shinning brighter than the hard chocolate coating on candies. while his voice is as deep as the ocean it seems, his kind words contrast his tone. you often dreamt about the feelings of his lips; are they soft like clouds or do they send you to them? there was never one moment that solidified your attraction to him. from the first time you saw him, you’ve only had eyes for him. however, when you saw him giggling softly with his group of loud friends. the stark contrast between their bold and loud behavior and his gentle nature makes your heart go crazy. you suddenly became jealous--wanting to be the reason behind his laughter and his smiles, wanting to be the reason why he’s so bright and cheery. perhaps one day you will be.

𝘴𝘢𝘯

dimples. his cute little dimples. a dimpled boy like him never goes unnoticed. that’s how you noticed him, his cute smile and even cuter dimples. he sat across from you in the library once, taking notes from his textbook and writing them down on notebook paper. you admired him from afar. he was doing the same thing, raking his eyes over your body and face. finally, you built up the courage to introduce yourself to him and your fixation on his grew into a crush just by the way his eyes looked up at you: charming and hopeful. he removed his backpack from the seat next to him and invited you to sit down with him, a welcoming smile the whole time. while the two you studied independently, he kept sliding silly drawings under your fingertips. that’s when you knew for certain that you fell for the dimpled boy. and you fell for him hard after he asked you, “wanna go out and get a coffee or something after?”

𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪

who knew being burnt by your newly bought cup of coffee could end so sweetly? you’ve long forgotten about the burning sensation when you locked eyes with the empathetic set of eyes that stared back at you. annoyed? yes. but how can someone stay mad at an innocent face like his? you’ve seen him around the campus, always thought he was attractive, but a handsome face doesn’t leave and impression on you. however, him stripping out of his hoodie to give to you, leaving him in a very thin white t-shirt, made your heart swoon. he panicked upon seeing your skin turn into red. not knowing what else to do, he gently took your wrist and guided you into the nurses office where he stood by you every step of the way. even offered to take you to the hospital; but you two settled on him buying you a new cup of coffee...of course he joins you as well.

𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨

the cockiness he has drives you crazy in the worst way possible. you hate his smirks and hate his abrupt laughter. what you don’t hate is how friendly and social he is--you’re envious of those traits. he treats everyone like he’s their buddy and makes sure everyone is included somehow. you’re more on the shy side and an easy target for bullies to pick on, that’s why you didn’t believe him when he spoke so kindly to you. but the moment that made you realize that your heart has fallen for him? when he scared off the bullies. you’ve never seen this side of him; snarling teeth, fist balled, veins on his neck prominent with anger. after seeing you on the brink of tears after having insults thrown your way, he can’t just sit around and enable this behavior by not saying anything. the friendly, but somewhat annoying, facade disappears. he shakes the guy by his collar, venom being spit on his face. once he scared the man out of his wits, he turns to you and approaches you softly, gently grabbing your hands; “has he been bothering you lately? i’ll make sure he never even looks in your direction.”

𝘫𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰

such a sultry voice with high notes that reach the gods surrounding the earth, how can someone just move on from this type of singing? it was an immediate attraction to the anonymous man behind the honey voice. you began to wonder what he may look like--setting your expectations higher than the notes he is able to sing. you never built up the courage to peek into the music room and steal a glance and you always chickened out on staying after to see who leaves the room. it wasn’t until the day of the school’s choir when you found out who the voice belonged to. the quiet kid steps up to the mic and begins singing; your ears perked up instantly. the voice so familiar and you knew from exactly where. he stared at you as he sang the sweet lyrics, never breaking eye contact despite his solo ending. you felt alone in the audience, like everyone has disappeared and now it’s just him serenading you, warmth is all you felt.

◌ 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ◌ @blaqpinksthetic @tinkerbellwoo

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lunnanunna · 3 years

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No Pressure

STRAY KIDS Extra Member AU

Summary: Ollie is competitive by nature, and it shows during the vault jumping on Kingdom’s Sports Day.

Warnings: swearing

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A/N: I don’t know the exact rules to vault jumping, but let’s pretend like this is totally possible. Also for my story, the third round will have 3 teams; Ateez x Stray Kids x Btob, SF9 x iKon x The Boyz, and then my girls will be their own team. While the first two teams (The original teams) will break up into rap, vocal, and dance, my girls will be just one team/group. Hope this makes sense.

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Excitement coursed through Ollie’s veins as she watched each group have their go at the vault jump. She had cheered on her members, along with the opposing teams, but where she did her hardest cheering was for her girls.

Seeing as everyone was split up by the teams for the third round, Ollie was teamed up with the girls in Kingdom.

She was excited to hear that they were splitting up into teams, three groups in each, then to have subgroups for each position; rap, vocal, and dance. But where she was the most ecstatic, was when Changmin announced a third team.

Apparently fans didn’t just want to see the vocals working together, or the rappers, or the dancers. They wanted to see the girls work together too. Meaning, Ollie was on a team with Miyoung, Bao, Yoori, and Sara, and were given free range on what performance they could do exactly.

Ollie had cracked up when Yoori blurted out (While the cameras were still rolling) that she finally got to be in a girl group. Then everyone joined in on the laughter when indignant squawks and protests came from Ateez.

Only downside to being on this team was the athleticism, or lack thereof. Ollie was the competitive type, so she had to bite her tongue when she saw that vaulting was their first event. Taking a look at the girls, she knew exactly how it was going to go.

Bao was the first one out, not at all to Ollie’s surprise.

The rapper stood at the start line and squinted at the vault, arms folded over her chest. She took one look at Ollie, then pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Sorry, shortstacks. I don’t do these kinds of things,” Bao said, looking at the dancer. She then turned to everyone else and took a slight bow. “That’s it for today. This has been Bao, ‘till now,” she smirked, holding up a V.

Ollie let out a long sigh as she watched Bao walk back over to the girls, clearly unbothered that she just lowered the chances of their team winning. “You were never gonna try, were you?” Ollie asked her.

“Nope. Now if it was baseball, then that would have been a different story,” Bao shrugged, then patted Ollie on the head, “Plus we have you. Other than Stray Kids and us, no one knows the power you hold.”

“No pressure,” Sara snorted, leaning her weight on one foot, hands in her pockets.

“You’re at least gonna try, right?” Ollie asked the youngest.

Sara shrugged. “I will. How far I get, depends on my energy today,” she said.

“Your energy’s never high,” Miyoung sighed, rubbing at her temples.

“There seems to be tension among the team,” Changbin spoke into the mic, earning chuckles from everyone.

Ollie turned to him, offering a fake smile. “Watch yourself, Changbin-ah.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Changbin said quickly, placing his mic on the table. More laughter was heard.

Ollie turned back to her team. “Let’s at least try, okay?” she said, looking at the girls.

“I’ll try hard, Unnie. I just can’t promise too much,” Yoori pouted.

Ollie chuckled. “As long as you try that’s all that matters,” she patted Yoori’s head.

“Though if you could let your demon come out to help get you over 1.7 meters, then that’d be awesome,” Sara smiled, holding a thumbs up.

“I’m barely 1.5 though,” Yoori bite her lip.

“So are we,” Ollie pointed at herself and Miyoung.

“Unnie and I barely make it to 1.7, we’re all at a disadvantage,” Sara chuckled, signaling to Bao.

“At least it’s not as embarrassing as Jinhwan’s situation. The man refuses to jump,” Bao snorted.

“Bao, be nice,” Miyoung scolded.

“Okay, okay. Let’s just move on. Sara go,” Ollie said, pushing Sara towards the start line.

The younger shook out her limbs then yelled, “I’m going!” Sara then ran, jumped, and flew over the vault. When she landed, Ollie knew Sara was done.

“You’re done, aren’t you?” Ollie quirked a brow as Sara rolled off the mat.

The dancer sheepishly nodded, dragging her feet towards Bao. “This takes way more energy than you’d expect,” Sara said, pointing at the vault. Ollie rolled her eyes.

“Okay, my turn,” Ollie sighed. In less than a few minutes, Ollie had jumped over the vault with ease and joined the girls again.

When it was Miyoung’s turn everyone cheered, watching as she struggled a bit, but still managed to get over the vault. Yoori was a different story.

The poor girl jumped, and latched onto the vault when she saw herself flying towards it instead of over it. She then proceeded to giggle as she climbed up, letting out a victory scream at the top.

“And that’s our demon,” Wooyoung spoke into the mic, grimacing.

Sara and Miyoung didn’t make it past 1.8 meters, but Ollie wasn’t really surprised. She had mentally prepared herself for this. As the vault kept getting higher, so did her motivation, and her jumping.

Soon it was just Chan, Minhyuk, and Ollie. The vault stood at 2.4 meters, and Ollie knew that this would be the end. Either she’d make it here, or she’d make it here. Losing wasn’t in Ollie’s vocabulary when it came to sports.

Sadly, all three failed their first attempt. At the second attempt, Chan and Minhyuk failed again. Now it was Ollie’s last chance.

“Changbin? Tell me about Ollie’s athletic record, because seeing as she’s made it this far, she’s got to have a pretty impressive one,” Eunkwang asked.

“Well she’s our main dancer, of course. Back in school she did track and was the libero on her volleyball team,” Changbin began.

“Meaning the girl is fast and can jump,” Changmin chuckled.

“Exactly,” Changbin nodded with a proud smirk. “She’s also a gym shark, as you can tell by the biceps on display,” he motioned towards Ollie who had stripped down to her tank top as the event went on.

Ollie smirked, then proceeded to flex. “I also have better abs than Changbin could ever dream of having,” she shouted, sending a wink towards the rapper.

“This is true,” he nodded dejectedly, getting everyone to laugh.

“Well, then let’s see just how good she really is,” Changmin smiled.

Ollie nodded, fist pumping the air. She then took a deep breath, and readied herself. When the referee gave her the signal to go, she released her breath then began to run.

As she got closer to the springboard, Ollie realized that she wasn’t going to make it over, but that didn’t stop her. When she jumped, she knew she’d have to use up all of her upper body strength if she wanted to make it over. And she did, in the most Ollie way possible.

She placed her hands on either side of the vault, and sensing that her legs were too low, pushed herself up. Ollie when saw that she had used too much strength, she mentally cursed, but used the momentum to her advantage.

With the amount of strength she used to push, it sent her legs flying up and over her head, basically doing a back walkover. She flipped herself over the vault and landed on the mat on her side, rolling off of it due to the momentum. Ollie managed to stick her landing, surprising herself and everyone around her.

Slowly looking back up at the vault, Ollie gawked at what just happened. “What?”

“She’s just as surprised as we are,” Changmin said in awe.

When the referee gave his approval, everyone erupted into cheers. Ollie grinned wide as Chan ran to her, tackling her in a hug.

“How’d you manage that?!” Chan asked.

“Are you even human?” Minhyuk asked, eyes still wide in shock.

“Unnie! That’s my unnie!” Yoori cheered by the sidelines, standing on a chair. The other girls cheered as well, sending Ollie thumbs ups.

“Ollie, do you think you can make 2.5 m?” Eunkwang asked, almost hesitant. Everyone waited for her answer.

Ollie knew that that was a fluke. It was a fucking miracle. There was no way she’d make the next one. Someday, but definitely not today.

Smirking, she looked at the MCs. “The world may never know,” she made a big show of shrugging, then walked off towards her team.

“Well, now I’m curious,” Wooyoung whined.

“There’s no way she’s human. I need to make sure to never anger her,” Changbin stated in mock fear (Or maybe it was real?), then sent Ollie finger hearts as she walked by.

“See? I told you you’d win it for us,” Bao smirked from her seat as Ollie joined the girls.

Ollie pouted. “I just really wanted to see you jump, Bao.” Yoori giggled, nodding her head in agreement.

“Maybe someday. If the time’s right,” Bao shrugged.

“The heck does that mean?” Sara asked, leaning back in her chair, arms pulled into her hoodie. She looked about ready to tap out.

“Whatever you want it to mean, kid,” Bao shrugged again.

“This is going to be quite an interesting team,” Miyoung sighed, blinking. Ollie chuckled, because, yes, this team is going to be chaotic. One of Ollie’s favorite things.

Ollie’s Masterlist

#stray kids #stray kids au #stray kids 9th member #stray kids extra member #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop oneshots #female kpop additions #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin

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kageyomomma · 4 years

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just one way to know - ushijima x reader

To an outsider, it might seem like Ushijima didn’t like you at all. He wasn’t the most affectionate in public, or at home for that matter. Still you knew that Ushijima loved you, and you loved him the same.

One day, the two of you were out shopping. He was carrying the bags from all the stores that you had already swept through. As you passed by a store you looked in the window and noticed a cute jacket. You paused for a moment, which caught Ushijimas attention.

“Toshi, what do you think of that jacket?”

“It’s nice,” he responded.

Looking at all the bags he was already carrying, you decided to move on without the jacket. You noticed Ushijima looking at the name of the store, seemingly lost in thought.

Later that week, you were alone waiting for Wakatoshi to get home from volleyball practice. From your spot on the couch you heard jingling keys, and a door knob turn. Ushijima walked in and utter a simple, “I’m home.” You bounced over to greet him, but you noticed a bag in his hand. He followed your gaze.

“This is for you,” was all he said as he handed you the bag.

You took it from him with a perplexed look on your face, but it changed when you saw what was inside. Pulling out the jacket you saw at the mall you said, “Toshiii you shouldn’t have!”

He offered a small smile, “but you showed interest in it, and I want to make you happy.”

You kissed him on the cheek, “Toshi, babe, you do make me happy. Thank you.”

But that is just one way to know that Ushijima Wakatoshi loves you.

It was about 2:45 in the morning, in the middle of winter, and you were more focused how cold your toes were than the time. You were in your comfiest flannel pants and a long sleeved shirt, but you were still freezing. Ushijima had his arm wrapped lazily around you, but his body heat was not making much of a difference. Sighing, you got out of bed and started to search for Ushijimas hoodie in the dark room.

A deep voice broke the silence, “Y/N, why are you awake?”

“Don’t worry Toshi, I’m just a bit cold. Go back to sleep, my love.”

There was a beat of silence, “My jacket is on the dresser.”

You blushed and grabbed it, sliding it on and getting back in bed. Wakatoshi pulled you closer, and you were finally able to drift back to sleep.

The next night you came prepared. You were wearing your fluffiest pajama bottoms, a pair of thick socks, and one of Ushijimas big hoodies. After a long practice, Ushijima was already in bed. As you made your way into the room, you noticed that there was an extra blanket laid over the comforter, and another extra folded at the foot of the bed.

You slipped into bed but Ushijima, being the light sleeper that he is, felt the bed dip. His eyes cracked open to look at you. With a soft smile, you kissed him.

“I hope you do not get as cold tonight, Y/N.”

You cuddled into him, “Thank you, Toshi.”

But that is just one way to know that Ushijima Wakatoshi loves you.

Ushijima had a big volleyball game today. He had been gone for a few hours, so that he would be ready for the game. You were at home getting ready to leave. You texted Wakatoshi a quick ‘good luck my love’ and with one last check of your hair, you were out the door.

When you arrived at the stadium, which seemed more packed than usual, you were ushered to your reserved seat, closest to the court. Your eyes found Ushijima, who looked as tense as usual. As he warmed up his arm with some spikes, you wondered how his gentle hands could harness that much power. He caught you staring, so you sent him two thumbs up and a wide grin. He replied with only a nod, but you didn’t mind because, at that moment volleyball was running through his veins.

The game was a nail-biter. The two teams stayed neck and neck through the whole thing. Towards the end of the third set, you were starting to feel nervous. The team was getting tired, and their opponent was catching up. The score was 24-23; match point. Ushiwaka looked determined, and you already knew what would happen. You prediction came true, Ushijima scored the final point winning the game for his team. After shaking hands with the other team, he made eye contact with you. Unable to contain your excitement, you rushed onto the court.

“Toshi, I’m so proud you you!”

To your surprise he offered you a big smile, and swept you up into a hug. You arms tightened around his neck as he pulled you off the ground.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, in awe of his PDA.

“I am just happy, and I love you so much,” He answered.

With those words he sat you back onto the ground, and cupped your face in his big hands. Then, with the whole stadium watching, he kissed you. You froze, thinking you ran into the arms of the wrong guy, but when you pulled back you looked into the olive eyes that you love so much. With a beaming smile, you pulled him back down to kiss him again, like you meant it this time.

And that day everyone knew just how much Ushijima Wakatoshi loves you.

#ushijima x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #ushijima imagine #ushiwaka #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine

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obxfishon · 4 years

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Consent

JJ x Reader

Description: The Pogues teach a boy a very important lesson on consent.

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: okay I got a little carried away, but a very important lesson in this one, doesn’t go any further than some non consensual touches, but still a very serious topic :)

“(y/n), c’mon we gotta get over to John B’s to meet the boys!” Kiara yelled from the other room.

“You could help me find my other shoe rather than yell at me if you want this to move faster you know!” you called back, leaning down still searching for the matching converse.

After another five minutes of you and Kie looking you found it and tied it on.

“Okay, let’s goooo,” you smiled and grabbed the keys to your jeep.

You moved to the island a few months after Kie, around the time things had started falling apart between her and Sarah. Your Mom was big in the Hotel business so you were considered a Kook, but you had a love for the simpler things in life, Kie saw this and took you under her wing and introduced you to the boys.

Your mom could be more on the strict side and wasn’t a fan of you hanging out with the Pogues, but that just seemed like an extra push to start hanging out with them. Usually you would be dressed like a Kook when going out, no matter what the event, had to keep up your mom's nice reputation, but tonight was different. Your mother was off the island for the week due to some conference she had to attend, this meant you didn’t have anyone looking over your shoulder telling you what to wear, how to act, or correcting your posture every few seconds.

As soon as she left you told Kie to come and to bring outfit choices, this party would be the first one you could go to dressed how you wanted. Silly issue to be having, but the adrenaline rush this was giving you was something else.

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Pulling into John B’s house you saw all the boys carrying the keg into his van, and you girls wasted no time in jumping out and rushing to help pack things.

“Hey ladies how- woah (y/n),” JJ’s words came to a halut as he saw what you were wearing.

Usually every part of you was covered in public, meaning one piece swimsuits or tankini sort of things, tonight you were wearing a bandeau bikini top with an unbuttoned shirt hanging off your shoulders, leaving your midriff exposed for the first time. Your jean shorts were also shorter than usual, but the whole outfit just felt so, so you, for the first time.

“Doesn’t she look great? Her mom is out of town for the week and we’re finally able to figure out her inner Pogue look,” Kie squealed. John B let out one of the whistles that are usually only heard in movies,

“Damn (y/n), finally showing some skin,” he winked and pushed your shoulder as he walked past and into his house for the last load of beers.

“Yeah gonna be a struggle to keep all the horny tourists off you (y/n),” Pope laughed and got into the van to get ready to go. Kie followed him and as you went to do the same JJ finally found his words again.

“Uh, yeah, really trying to steal my shirtless look aren't you,” He joked and slung an arm around your shoulders causing some butterflies to stir.

You and JJ had always joked and stuff back and forth, but you couldn’t help the feelings that grew for him, but you didn’t think he felt the same, he flirted with Kie as well, and any girl that would cross his path for that matter, so you saw it as just a helpless crush.

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After arriving at the boneyard the crew set everything up and people slowly started filtering in, and Kie was quick to pull you out and you both started conversations with anyone who was willing to talk. Every so often JJ would swing by and replace your empty drink with a full one, you’d smile and thank him, and then disappear again.

Within an hour the party was in full swing and you were properly tipsey, not drunk, but just enough that you could feel your worries slip away.

Noticing your cup was near empty you finished it and started making your way towards where JJ was at the drink table, you made eye contact and before you could hold your cup up to signal you were empty a hand came to rest on your hip and turned you away from where you were going.

“Oh, uh hi,” you look up to see some boy that you had never seen around before.

“Well hello there gorgeous,” he smiled a crooked smile that some would see as cute, but you were all too aware of his hand that was making its way lower from its original placement on your hip. Trying to casually break away, you removed his hand and offered a quick,

“Sorry I need to go grab a refill,” before trying to walk away again.

Within seconds his arm was slung around your shoulders.

“Ah perfect, I'm empty too, i’ll join you.” he smiled again and not knowing what else to do. You offered a small nodd, knowing as soon as you got closer to your friends they would take care of him.

Back on your original course you looked up and made eye contact with JJ from a distance again, who was already looking at you, as well as Pope and John B. Even from a distance they could tell you were not comfortable, as you drew closer they already had a plan.

“Ah! (Y/n/n), what’s up?” John B smiled a grin full of mischief as you finally reached the table.

You opened your mouth to respond but the boy beside you took it upon himself to pull you closer to himself and answer for you.

“The lady and I just need a refill,” he answered and sent a wink your way.

Knowing the boys had something up their sleeve you played along and sent him a fake smile and finished it with an eye roll sent towards JJ as soon as the boy looked away.

“Well sure thing bud,” Pope smiled and sent a wink your way.

Before you knew it a cup beer was spilt all over the boy, and also you due to your proximity. The beer all over the boy caused him to release his hold and take a step back. Within these seconds JJ and John B had swung around the table, JJ pulling you towards him and John B offering apologies to the boy.

“Oh bro I am so sorry, that usually never happens,” John B was fighting off a smile, everyone knowing it had happened on purpose.

The boy scowled and looked back at you now in the arms of JJ, somehow not realizing that you weren’t interested.

“C’mon,” he motioned to you, “let’s go dry off somewhere quiet.”

“Nah man, I’ve got her, don’t worry I’ll take good care of her.” JJ responded and pulled you towards the back of the drink table with him.

The boy rolled his eyes and finally walked away. As soon as he was out of view, you hit Pope in the arm. “That's for soaking me with beer,” followed by a hug for each of them, “and that's for taking care of him.” you laughed and the boys did as well.

“Here,” JJ spoke, taking the unbuttoned shirt off he was wearing and replacing your beer soaked one with his.

“Not like I need a shirt anyways, the ladies love a bare chest.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you laughed again as you shrugged on the new shirt. It was a bit bigger than the one you originally were wearing but smelled of JJ so it didn’t matter.

You hung with the boys and helped fill drinks until a particular song came on. You looked across the beach and saw Kiara doing the same, as soon as you made eye contact she started running towards you.

“Gotta go boys, this is Kie and I’s song!” you yelled at them before breaking into a run yourself and meeting Kie in the middle, breaking into a crazy set of jumping and movements that could very loosely be described as “dancing”.

Feeling the alcohol running through your veins you close your eyes and throw your hands to the sky, head leaning back and spin in a circle, truly enjoying yourself. Opening your eyes you saw that Kie was doing some weird set of moves herself and you both laughed until you felt unwanted hands on your hips and a mouth by your ear,

“Forget about me?” the boy from before whispered and you slightly panicked, Kie making eye contact with you and felt the tension.

“Uh hey dude, did she say you could hold her like that?” She asked as she moved closer, going to make an attempt at breaking him off but the boy just tightened his grip and pulled the two of you away, you could feel little finger shaped bruises forming where his grip held strong. You saw her eyes flicker behind you and a smirk fell on her lips.

“Dude, I think you have about ten seconds to let her go before you get the shit beat out of you.” Kie said in a sing-song voice looking directly at the boy with determination in her eyes.

You heard him scoff and he moved his arms around you fully, a hand about to rest on your breast before you struggled and he was ripped off of you and you were in the arms of a more familiar boy.

JJ held you to his chest and you relaxed into him, already feeling safer.

“Bro what the fuck is your problem?” The still unnamed boy looked at JJ with rage in his eyes.

By now a crowd was forming around JJ, the boy and yourself, and the music had cut off. Kiara, Pope, and John B all made their way to yours and JJ’s side, all staring at the boy who dared try to make a move on you without permission.

“What’s my problem? Dude what’s yours? You can’t just go around touching girls because you can’t keep it in your pants.” JJ retaliated.

“Oh please, she was enjoying it, weren’t you sweetheart?” He winked at you.

“Nah nah nah, you don’t look at her, you’re speaking to me,” JJ looked at him with daggers in his eyes, “and I don’t think she expressed any type of way of saying that she enjoyed your touch.”

“If she didn’t want my attention then maybe she should have been wearing something less..,” the boy tried to scan your body with his eyes, “revealing. She was basically asking for it.” The boy cocked his head to the side and stood his ground.

JJ pushed you behind him, lacing his fingers in your own to show that he still had you, but not allowing the perverted boy to look at you anymore.

“EXCUSE ME?” Kie tried to launch herself at the boy, but was held back by Pope.

“What the fuck bro, the way someone dresses does not give you permission to do ANYTHING.” Pope spoke, still holding onto Kie’s thrashing form.

“Listen here you little punk,” JJ sent a pointed look at the boy, “just because a girl is feeling confident, and wears something to show that, doesn’t give your grimey little hands permission to touch her at all. You can compliment her, tell her that you think she looks absolutely gorgeous, but you never, N-E-V-E-R, lay your hand on her until she says you can.” JJ speaks with anger dripping from every word.

Looking around he takes in the crowd.

“You know what, this goes for everyone, everyone should be educated. Consent is a very important thing, and I hope all you learned a very valuable lesson tonight.” JJ looked around the crowd.

“Now get the Hell out of here, this party is over.” He spoke for the last time.

The boy in front of you tried to turn and leave but John B caught his shoulder, “Ohh, oh no dude. You can’t go yet.” The boy looked up at him with a bit of fear in his eyes.

“You owe our friend here an apology.” John B grabbed him by his shoulders and forced him over to where you were standing behind JJ still, his thumb rubbing small circles on your hand.

The boy looked up and met your eyes, a softer look than before.

“Uh, I’m-” he coughed, realizing that this had to be good or he wasn’t going anywhere, “I’m sorry that I offended you, that I did what I did without permission.” He looked at his feet then up at JJ and then the rest of the gang, “You do look very nice tonight.” He finished and John B threw him to the side, signaling that he could leave.

“Damn right she does,” JJ muttered and you released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

He pulled you around to his front and embraced you, the others joining in as well.

---

You all rode back in John B’s van, JJ still not letting you go. After arriving back he offered to drive you back to your place, you accepted. He grabbed your keys and a hoodie from the house and put the grey material over your head and placed a small kiss on your hairline after. Saying your goodbyes to the rest you both got in your jeep and started the short ride to your house.

“Um, JJ,” you almost whispered, scared to break the silence.

He looked over at your small form curled in the seat, snuggled into his hoodie and grabbed your hand in a way to signal you to continue.

“I was just wondering, um, and you don’t have to, but my mom isn’t home, and uh,

I don’t really want to be alone, uh… would you stay with me tonight?” you look at him from your seat, and he brought your hand to his lips for a short kiss.

“Of course,” he smiled at you and you returned it.

---

When you got home you both seemed to move right for the bedroom, both exhausted from the events of the night.

You changed into a large tshirt and sleep shorts, and him into something similar from a bag you didn’t realize he had with him.

You both laid in the bed and he opened his arms, silently asking if you wanted to cuddle. You moved toward him again and laid your head on his chest, one of his hands running his fingers through your hair, the other laid on your waist and you flinched from an unexpected pain, thinking you didn’t want his hand there he went to move but you stopped him.

“No, JJ you’re fine, I think I just have a bruise there or something,” You explained.

Concerned, he grasped the hem of your shirt, looking up at you,

“Can I see?” he so innocently asked.

You sat up and nodded, him pulling the shirt up just enough to see five small bruises formed where the boy’s hands had grasped you, a few crescent shaped scabs from where his nails must have broken skin without you even realizing. Both of your mouths dropped open in shock, his thumb rubbing softly over the bruises, wishing he could just turn back time and stop it all from happening.

“Thank you,” you muttered, “thank you from stopping him, for being there for me, you literally gave me the shirt off your back, you were my shirtless hero,” you laughed, trying to bring some humor to the situation, and it worked. He giggled and looked up at you, you swore you saw his eyes dart to your lips but it happened so fast you swore you imagined it.

“(Y/n),” he started, conversation turning serious, “I would do anything for you, no matter the danger, I-,” he started to stutter, “I care for you, so much, so much more than a friend should, and I want to be with you, like you know-” he fumbled over his words, you could see his confidence fading with every word, so you stopped him with one word.

“Yes.”

He looked up at you with shock on his face, and then a smile crept on and he pulled you into a tight hug, breaking away just enough to look into your eyes, noses now touching,

“Can I-” he started to ask and you cut him off with bringing your lips to his, finally living the dream you’ve had since you met him.

After a few short moments you broke apart and cuddled back into the position you were originally in.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” JJ whispered and pushed a small kiss on your forehead.

You just smiled, “What are we gonna tell the rest of the Pogues?” you giggled, remembering the rule that existed.

JJ let out a breathy laugh and held you closer to him.

“I don’t even care, there isn’t a single thing in the world that could ruin this.” he smiled, and you both drifted into a blissful sleep.

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bang-and-a-blintz · 4 years

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A Little Extra

Deadass. I woke up the other night at like 4am because this idea popped in my head. Would’ve been nice for it to have been a dream but whatever (thanks a lot, subconscious) and I tried to write it instead. For some reason I can’t stop thirsting over Sasha but I also just want to give him a big hug so this ended up manifesting from that. And yes, I know his character is supposed to be a total twat but I still love him.

So here’s a little Sasha Mann/Reader oneshot that miiiiiight potentionally be more. I have lots of thots. 😇

Fandom: The Affair

Relationship: Sasha Mann//Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warning: In the realm of smuttiness (basically just some not-so-dry humping)

Word Count: 3,504

~A Little Extra~

You've seen him on set a few times but never had the chance to be properly introduced, and it's not like you can just waltz on up to the lead actor, especially someone with as much prestige as Sasha Mann. No way. At least not when you just got hired fairly recently as an extra for the film. It had been a dream come true to finally be working on a real set in Hollywood and, not to mention, you always did have a little crush on Mr. Mann, so it was just a stroke of luck that you landed the same film.

Oh, how you wished you could go up to him and just say hey or something. Anything for the chance to hear him say your name with that charming accent and smile in that endearingly boyish way of his. But you feared the opportunity may have passed ever since he and that Helen woman split up. You had nothing against her, but the Sasha that walked into work now was a far cry from the man you remembered before the breakup.

Gone was the sweet and genial man who came in every day with a big grin on his face. Now, however, he was so easily irritated and ill-tempered, snapping at anyone who crossed his path.

He rarely smiled anymore and it saddened you.

Before, Sasha had always been kind to everyone working on set; he would make a point to take time out of his day to greet all of the cast members and crew. On several occasions, he treated the everyone to some wild nights out on the town. You knew the man must make a fortune, being an A-listed actor and all, but even still, catering to a group of fifty or more for all expense-free parties around town must add up eventually. But he never even batted an eye; it seemed like he just loved to see everyone having a good time. All in all, the guy was generally pretty friendly with anyone who crossed his path. At least as far as you could tell, but unfortunately, it didn't seem like that was the case as of late.

"Where the fuck is my coffee? And who the fuck has taken my robe?!" Sasha roared across the room and the chatter quietened a smidge. A few people scurried off while his assistant went over to him with the article of clothing in question.

"The coffee is brewing, sir."

"Brewing? Fucking hell, are you a witch cooking it up in a cauldron, hm? Ever heard of a goddamn Keurig? Well, I'll tell you, it's one of those funny little machines that have a rather conveniently placed button that when pushed, miraculously funnels out the magical fucking coffee!"

Yikes.

"Mr. Mann, it's broken." The guy looked bored with his boss and you had to give it to him for dealing with Sasha's little tantrum. He was acting more and more like a pretentious asshole every day and it was getting old.

You stood by and casually sipped on your cup of mint tea. They had just finished filming a scene with you somewhere off in the crowd and now you were just relaxing before they called wraps. Not wanting to be anywhere near Mr. Mann’s warpath, you shuffled around them and hoped no one would notice.

The last thing you needed today was to be caught up in that nonsense.

All of a sudden a hand gripped your arm, nearly spilling the tea everywhere, and pulled you in the opposite direction. It was the assistant director and he looked frantic. "Y/N, right? Well Rachel, the lead, you know, she's just called in sick and we have a super strict schedule today and it turns out that you look the part exactly so congrats to you. You get to be one of the big shots for a day! Sex scenes always get the talent agent's attention, so really, you’re probably getting the better end of the deal."

"Excuse me, did you say sex scene?" You stumbled a bit but his iron-like grip kept you upright as he plowed on forward towards the make-up department.

"Yes, you had signed the nudity rider that your agent had sent over to us stating that you would consent to any nude scenes that involved sexual activities, but not the actual act of sex itself, of course. This isn't porn." You begrudgingly remembered a conversation you had with your friend who had been sort of acting as your agent at the time. She insisted that these riders were simply a formality. She assured you that they were usually only for something like a pool party scene that would have you wear a bikini in the background or something of the sort. In this case, it seemed, you were getting the chance to do a sex scene with the main fucking character. "This is a very unique situation; normally we would not ask this of you, but seeing as time is of the essence and we are super behind schedule, we're going to have to make an exception today. Sasha just had to go through a fucking existential crisis in the middle of this movie. Set us back three goddamn weeks. Fucking prima donna."

No lie, though, you weren't even mad, and to refuse such a golden goose of an opportunity would be insanity. So you shook away the shock and squared up your shoulders as you let the man lead you into the makeup department. They touched up your face for the camera, even though no close-ups were going to take place, and fit you with a pair of skin-toned pasties accompanied by matching underwear.

After you were all dolled up to the assistant director's satisfaction, he unceremoniously dragged you the rest of the way to the set, opened a door, and tossed you into a room.

You tugged the silk robe tighter around your body and looked around warily; the scene had been made up to be like one of those super-cheesy-over-the-top romantic movies. An extravagant bed sat in the middle of the room surrounded by rose petals and candles, which made you a little nervous. It would be just your luck to accidentally knock one over and burn the whole place to the ground.

"Hello, who are you? This is a closed set." Sasha's deep voice cut through your internal monologue causing you to notice his presence and looked up at him. He was tall. Really, really tall. You swallowed thickly.

As he took a step towards you, you instinctually took a step back and then remembered your voice, "I'm Y/N. They told me to come in because Rachel is sick and they really needed someone now and apparently I looked the part…?"

"Of course she is." Sasha rolled his eyes, ignoring your rambling, and huffed in frustration while he dragged a hand through his hair. He wore a matching robe that was untied and hung open shamelessly. You tried not to stare and focused on his face instead. The look in his eye was wild and angry and almost sad but it quickly disappeared after Sasha blinked. You noticed how flawlessly he put back on the mask of a debonaire. "Well, let's get to it then."

With wave of a hand, he turned to shed his robe and you took that as your cue to do the same. When you spun back around, you saw Sasha staring at you for a little longer than what you imagined was normal. He took his time imprinting the image of your nearly nude body in his brain. You could hardly believe it was something to gawk at, not that you were ashamed or anything - you were rather fond of your body and appreciated it. But he was Sasha fucking Mann; he could have anyone he wanted. What made you so special?

"I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing here…" You spoke quietly and Sasha smiled at that, the first you've seen on his face in awhile.

It was a lovely sight.

"It's all very easy, you and I will act like we're having a very romantic affair and they are going to film through the walls." He came closer to you and you couldn't help but smirk a little at the funny cock sock he wore - it looked ridiculous. Clearing his throat, Sasha drew your attention back up to him. "Listen, Y/N, I know this might be a little strange and overwhelming but I promise to be nothing but respectful and professional. If you are in any way uncomfortable, please let me know and we will stop immediately. Okay?"

You couldn't help but nod dumbly, wasn't it just moments ago you were wishing Sasha would simply say hello to you? Now you were about to pretend to have sex with him…on camera.

"Are we - are we going to kiss?"

He chuckled and the sound went straight to your core. It was deep and throaty and you didn't realize sounds could be craved until that very moment. "Yes, some kissing and touching and perhaps a bit of pseudo-cunnilingus; all depends on how much time we have."

"Okay, let's start then." You hoped you didn't sound too eager but the way his smile stretched spoke volumes of your discretion. He called out 'action' but your focus was currently fixated on the way his chest hair traveled down all the way until it disappeared beneath his skin-colored underwear.

If only you had an unrestricted view.

One of Sasha's impossibly large hands motioned you towards him. You had seen those hands before and appreciated them from the distance, but at this proximity, you carefully took mental notes of all your favorite details. Like how long his spider-like fingers were, how the thick veins protruded from the tops of his hands and ran up his forearms like tantalizing lightning strikes, how the ridges of his knuckles seemed to be chiseled out of stone, and how they all moved together like a symphony of skin that drew you in with a single beckoning curl. "Come here, Y/N."

This man had a magnetic pull that was too strong to resist, so you didn't even try, and easily stepped closer into his embrace. One of those aforementioned hands came up to cup your face. His thumb drew a line from your bottom lip down to the base of your throat and then back up to the curve of your chin. You barely comprehended his other hand clasping around yours and bringing it up to rest on his chest.

You couldn't help but smile while flexing your fingers against his solid body, delighting in the feel of his fur tickling your skin. He took notice of your intrigue and tightened his grip on your jaw, smiling when you inhaled sharply.

Those long fingers reached across your waist, slightly digging into the supple flesh, and his thumb drew small circles along the hipbone.

Moving closer, you brought your other hand up and dove it into his thick expanse of hair. It was just as soft as you had imagined however many countless times before, but the sensation of feeling the silky locks sift through your fingers was far better than anything you could have made up.

The butterflies in your belly were throwing a rager.

It may have been just your imagination, but you could have sworn that he leaned ever so slightly into your touch. That vulnerable look flashed again in his eyes but when he blinked, it was replaced by hunger. Those dark brown orbs stared right through your soul as Sasha slowly brought his lips down to meet yours.

This was not how you pictured your workday going and, if you were being perfectly honest, you figured it was all a dream of which you would be woken up from very soon. So why not enjoy it while it lasted? You ignored the blaring sirens that rang in your head that told you to be conscious of the dozen people watching your every move. Fuck 'em.

If they wanted a show, that's what they were going to get.

Throwing caution to the wind, you happily sank into the pillowy softness of his lips. His eyes were locked on your facial expressions and you gave up trying to maintain eye-contact the moment his velvet tongue teased open your lips.

There was no battle for dominance; you were willing and ply and perfectly content with letting him take the reins. His kisses were gentle at first but quickly grew deeper and more desperate.

The grip he had on your waist tightened considerably as he pulled you closer and then slid his hand up, spreading those fingers wide along the space between your shoulder blades.

Sasha pulled his lips away from your mouth and began to drag them across to your neck, angling your head for better access. His breath was hot and heavy in your ear, "Arch your back a bit," his hand guided your body so that your breasts more firmly pressed up against his chest. He cooed, "Just like that, yes, good girl."

You couldn't help but moan at his words and it seemed to fuel the fire. He groaned loudly in return and devoured your mouth with a new fervor.

Suddenly, both of his hands were cupping your ass and he lifted you up effortlessly. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist as he took a few steps towards the bed.

"Watch out for the candles." You gasped at the movement and gripped his shoulders to steady yourself.

There was that damn chuckle again, "No need to, they're fake."

Before you could even think about his response, Sasha caught your lips again with another searing kiss. The second his tongue lapped against yours, all coherent thoughts escaped your mind.

Not breaking the kiss, he held your body against him as he delicately lowered the both of you onto the mattress. The weight of him tucked in-between your legs and pressed against you was utterly divine; you wished to never be bereft of the feeling again.

He grasped both of your wrists with one large hand and pinned them above your head. Your body writhed beneath his and caused a low growl to emanate from his chest. You felt the vibration travel across his skin and couldn't help but grin against his lips. Briefly, you wondered if this was at all affecting him the way it was you or if he was really that good of an actor.

Well, there certainly was a way you could find out.

At once, you gently sunk your teeth into his bottom lip, and, while using the leverage of his weight firmly pressing your hands above your head, you rolled your hips up to meet his.

Sasha’s reaction did not disappoint.

"Oh, fuck." Those big beautiful brown eyes slid close as his body shuddered. He buried his face in the junction of your neck and panted against the sensitive skin. The evidence of his arousal was rather obvious now as you felt it pressed ardently against the inside of your thigh. He canted his hips and, with a grunt, gave a sharp thrust. "You're doing so very well."

Hearing your gasp, Sasha brought his lips back up to meet yours and the two of you began to set a pace. It became a blur of frantic grinding and clawing and teeth and skin and lips and tongue and sweat and saliva. He was everywhere at once; you could do nothing but hang on to the wrist that anchored you down and enjoy the ride.

You realized that the line of professionalism between the two of you had been long since crossed, but you could not have cared any less. The shocks that shot up your spine every time he rocked into you told you that you were completely and utterly fucked…or at least that was the sweet redemption you prayed for.

Sasha seemed to feel the same as he stroked your side all the way down to the curve of your ass and then brought his hand back up to palm your breast.

Knowing that your panties were sopping wet and he was sliding his hardness along your slit made you let out a long moan to which he returned with another nice, hard thrust.

Instantly, you saw stars.

"Oh god, Sa-Sasha, I think…I think I'm going to-" You breathed the words in-between his relentless kisses but he paid no mind to your concern. If anything, it seemed to spur him on even more.

The flimsy fabric between the two of you could barely even act as a barrier; his cock felt hard and hot as he rutted against you with abandon and you could feel the tension begin to boil over. You could focus on nothing besides the raw, wicked feeling of Sasha Mann enveloping your every sensation. Bright lights exploded in your field of vision as he sent you spiraling blissfully over the edge.

Your moans and sighs filled the room as your back arched, pressing yourself even closer to him. Sasha released your hands and instead curled an arm under your waist to hoist you up for a better angle. You immediately dragged your fingers across his scalp and held onto him as if your life depended on it.

After a few more short, frantic thrusts, his whole body tensed and he pulled you tightly against him. Sasha groaned lowly in your ear and buried his face in the crook of your neck as he came.

All you could hear above your heart pounding was the mix of panting breaths as the two of you tried to maintain control of your breathing.

After a moment, Sasha lifted his head to look you in the eye, and what you saw nearly broke your heart. His face was riddled with guilt.

"Y/N…" He started and then licked his lips, not quite knowing what to say, "I'm so sorry, I-"

The door to the room burst open and the two of you looked over with equally dazed expressions, feeling like two teenagers caught in the act. You had nearly forgotten where you were when you saw the assistant director standing there.

"Hey guys, we called cut like five minutes ago. Time to wrap up for the day." He said and gave you two a weird look.

"Oh, good. Well, thanks for letting us know, we'll be out in a minute." Sasha forced a smile and waved the other man away. The guy took that as his cue and closed the door behind him.

Awkward.

You turned your gaze back to the man above you, but he refused to meet your eye.

He began to ramble, but you were irritated with how he adamantly kept his head turned to the side. "I’m sorry, Y/N, this was completely inappropriate and I should have never let this get out of hand. I really fucked up and you have every right to -"

You were having none of it and cut him off, reaching up to cup his cheek and gently forcing him to make eye-contact. The raw guilt and sadness that was written all over his beautiful face felt like a knife to your gut and you wanted nothing more than to make it go away.

"Hey, don't…it's okay, Sasha. There is no reason for you to apologize. I mean, I enjoyed that quite a lot." You smiled up at him and smoothed out some of the crinkles in his brow with the pad of your thumb, "Did you?"

He contemplated you quietly for a moment and his silence was starting to make you nervous. Did you read the situation wrong? Was this all a mistake? Were you going to be thrown off the set for violating the lead actor? A barrage of anxious thoughts and self-conscious questions ran through your mind at alarming speeds and every second of silence was torturous.

Until that warm beam of a smile broke across his face and it felt like sunshine on your heart.

"Yes, very much so." As he spoke, those big brown eyes searched yours for permission before he leaned down and delivered a sweet little kiss to your lips. Sasha tucked some hair behind your ear and cocked his head down at you, grinning easily, "Now how about we get cleaned up and I can take you out to dinner?"

"That sounds wonderful."

~~~

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jawllines · 5 years

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WEREWOLF BLURB PLEASE!!!! ☺️✌🏼

:D YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

Y/N’s flustered.

She hadn’t started the day out flustered – she had actually started it rather composed. After coming back from a small trip home, she had been more than ecstatic to see Harry, Niall, and the rest of the pack. To reorient herself with Maisie at the bakery and reunited Grandpa with the pups in their playroom (who, from several videos sent by Harry, were missing Gramps terribly and were rolling around in his bed and whining every time Harry brought it into them). To climb into Harry’s too large bed and only use a quarter of it because they’re snuggled so tightly together they account for merely one body.

Being away from Harry for the first time since they’d bonded felt more or less like she was leaving a limb behind and promising to come back. Which was to be expected, or at least that is what Harry told her. They were bonded, linked in spirit, through the rush of blood through their veins. It was nowhere near in the theatrical high schooler way of panic when a couple spends the weekend without seeing one another – it was a legitimate concern amongst their kind when a mating pair had to separate large distances.

The yearning was like an ache that consumed them both all over, like icy needles of want that pricked them. Sure, they could call, but it had almost made it worse – she could see his face and hear his voice but she couldn’t reach out and fiddle with the hair at his nape, and he couldn’t worm his arm around her waist and draw her nearer to him in the middle of the night when he heard her shiver. Y/N couldn’t hide her face into the base of his throat and let her eyes flutter shut when they were cuddled on her couch, Grandpa warming their feet. Harry couldn’t hold her hand as they walked along the stream on the grounds, with the crystalline water that glittered in the beams of sunlight, and she couldn’t feel his laugh rumble through his chest when she says something that makes him pull her close and chuckle.

In more direct terms, it fucking sucked.

And maybe Y/N had forgotten how flirty guys and girls could be, but she was almost a hundred percent positive that she had never been the usual target of people’s conquering affections. If anything, she used to feel as if she practically repelled it, especially at home where she spent most nights alone and having her “dates” to dances be her friends. It was just something she was used to…the majority of the people she went to school with knew her from when she was deep in an attempt of a goth phase that never really stuck and saw her cry over Polar Express about thirty times, so she wouldn’t much want to fraternize with high school her either.

Yet, when she returns, it feels like the eyes on her are endless. Not in a confidence-boosting way at all – it was a way that made her skin crawl, the way it appeared like they were drinking her in, their eyes rolling up and down her body. When she and her old high school buddies went to a club one night, there had been a group of people and 6 out of the 8 found an excuse to hug her at some point. Some of them she could hear breathe in deep and at first, she had attributed it to everyone really liking her perfume, but when the next question that followed was, “Do you have a boyfriend?” She began to become a bit suspicious.

She brought up to Niall – asked him if it were possible that there be other werewolves, who instead of staying sacred grounds, galavant through clubs and go around sniffing people. After a lengthy lecture about how she should have let him come with her like he asked, he kindly let her know that all packs were different, and while his and Harry’s had a pretty hefty mistrust for humans that were not her other packs may not care. May roam about and fuck around till their heart’s content, some even change people for fun. He told her that most likely, the people spotting her extra attention that they otherwise wouldn’t give is because she’s coated not only in the scent of a wolf but the potent scent of an alpha. One so strong and inviting that they can’t not find their way to her, caught off guard by the human body carrying it along like she’d spritzed it over her pulse points and walked out of the house.

So they were intrigued beyond belief, wanting to sniff and to understand, hoping to question her but she was always creeped out enough that she slipped away before they had the chance. She forgets how intimate the wolf community is, surpassing human limits of personal space the nth degree, especially when she hasn’t been around them for a second. At first, where there had been snide glances and uncomfortable shifts in her presence, she is now greeted with arms encompassing her tightly, deep breathing and warm laughter as they share stories with her. They enjoy how she squeaks when they squeeze too tightly and even more so how Harry grins, watching them.

“You are family,” he once told her, “They love you as I love you – though I do love you most.”

And she was okay with that – with them – but strangers who like hugging tightly, whom she first mistakes for people her friends are introducing her to (or re-introducing her to), who just go in for a whiff? It’s unsettling, and she was far more cautious in the rest of the time she spent away. Along with far more yearning from the wolves she had become used to, this switch up left her rattled.

So it’s safe to say, save for missing her friends and family back home, she was excited to go back. Ecstatic, even, and Harry was absolutely buzzing as well.

“I will be there for you at the station!” He had exclaimed to her when she explained she was now boarding the train, “With a big ol’ sign, and flowers, like in them movies you showed me.”

Low and behold, as promised, when she finally made it out of the terminal and into the main area of the station, Harry was with Niall, both holding up a large sign that had that read WE MISSED YOU and the messy painted prints of the pups that had tracked all over the white paper. A bouquet of flowers the size of her head, ones freshly plucked from Miss. Tealy’s garden on the grounds (she let Y/N eat some of the berries she’d been growing once, and when Y/N had told her they were the best she’d ever tasted, Miss. Tealy frequently began requesting her if she and Harry weren’t caught up with something else), and a box of her favorite cookies from the bakery that she knew Maisie sent in her place (she was leaving for a week-trip to Germany that day, so she had to be at the airport).

It was hard not to let her eyes well up, almost tripping over herself as she rushes over to them, walking briskly she had taken on the persona of someone in New York who has no time to get to the places they need to go. Her arms found Harry’s neck in seconds and he squeezed her so tightly that it was just about bone-crushing – if she hadn’t known any better, she would think that this was his intention.

Even if it were though, she couldn’t say that she minded it. Being in his arms again felt drinking a cold glass of water at noon, on a sweltering summer day. She was overcome with such immense love that it felt like it might burst from her orifices, ooze from her until she’s melted into a puddle on the train station floor. The only reason she pulls back is to smother his face in kisses, from his forehead to his chin, his cheeks, his eyes, his nose, his mouth. And he giggled, trying to kiss her back but he barely could do to the onslaught of her own peckish kisses.

“I missed you too,” she murmurs, nestling her nose in the bed of his throat and breathing in deep, though as she relaxes when Harry does the same he tenses up. Rigid as a board, and it’s so akin to how he was when they had met the very first time she recognizes it instantly.

In her attempt to drawback and question him, his grip around her tightens, and she feels a low rumble of a growl threatening his chest, “You do not smell of me,” he notes – not in accusation, but annoyance is clearly laced through his words as he holds onto her tighter, “Niall told me of the people troubling you with unwanted attention but I had not known they were so close. You reek of them.”

Her face drops into a pout, wiggling out of his arms with her brows furrowed, “You know the last thing you want to hear from your boyfriend after being away for two weeks is that you reek,” she chides him, turning to grab her suitcase, but she notices then that Niall had already grabbed the handle, “I showered about ten dozen times, so I don’t know why I still smell like them. I’m sorry.”

His features soften at her words, head shaking urgently, “Do not apologize,” he tells her seriously, “It is to no fault of your own – you do not…reek in that sense of the word. I smell the others more than I can smell myself on you, so I must re-scent you.” He reaches out for her again, taking her by the wrist and pulling her back towards him, to which she goes easily, allowing him to burrow his face in her hair and wrap his arms around her in a much less organ popping way, “Which is not a problem by me.”

Before Y/N can question what “re-scenting” actually indicates, Niall clears his throat dramatically, and Y/N and Harry both turn to face him, “Listen, I know the lot of you are lovebirds and s’precious, but I have not gotten a single ounce of attention for the five minutes you’ve been here, and I would just like to remind everyone I’m the reason you two met in the first place.”

Snorting, Y/N rolls her eyes and slips from Harry in favor of giving Niall a hug, “Hi Ni, you know I missed you too.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he wraps the hand not occupied with the sign around her shoulders, giving her a firm squeeze, “Missed you too. Missed your cookies and Grandpa most though.”

Grandpa, who was now being retrieved from his carrier by Harry (who did not believe that any animal should be kept in a crate, and only allowed it when Y/N explained that he had to be), was wiggling happily in his arms and licking and slurping at his face. From a jealous puppy to werewolf correspondence, to being the only two beings in a room who understand each other wholeheartedly, was a wholesome development on their part. Harry adored Grandpa (if not for being bonded to him, Y/N would have assumed he missed him far more than he missed her), and when the security guard walks up to him to let him know that animals are not allowed outside of their carrier in the station if they are not a service animal – she could see the flicker in Harry’s eyes that he was not going to allow it.

“He will stay out of his crate,” he said sternly.

“Sir –”

“Would you like to be put in a crate?” His voice is deepens, a dull growl that makes Niall stiffen and her heart race; it’s the voice of an alpha that encourages Niall to stand up taller, Y/N’s veins sizzle and her abdomen twinkles and warms, and the security guard shrinks away, “He is living and breathing, has his shots, and in no way violent. He will not be put in a crate.”

The security guard nods, “Very well, Sir.”

The power he emanates and oozes is maddening, radiating throughout the entire station, from wall to wall, and it is so all-encompassing that Y/N feels swallowed whole by it. In the absolute best way possible. Over the phone and on the screen, she forgets, because he doesn’t use that voice with her but when he is around his pack, or if she’s ever gotten him in public and something is occurring that is not up to part with his standards, he uses it. She hates the way it makes her insides twist and thighs squeeze together; the response is instinctive and apart from her – she’s usually got such a handle on her arousal, but when it comes to Harry and when it comes to that voice, she doesn’t have a handle on anything.

Harry turns to them, a goofy smile painting his lips as Grandpa pants happily beside his face, a complete contrast to the man that had just been standing there before, “There is a great feast, awaiting you, my Love, we must go at once.”

. . .

It was a second homecoming in the span of two weeks when she steps onto the grounds and inside of the now-familiar foyer. Werewolves, she finds, do not take well when their assumed human leave for any amount of time and come back smelling of others. So she was passed around like dinner plate as they all welcomed her with hugs, Grandpa following suit, sniffing and licking all of them, and in their own way, they were all scenting them both. At least taking the edge off of the other wolves, is what Niall said, when he embraces her one last time as to not look like he didn’t care that she apparently “reeked”.

Dinner was set up already and her assigned spot besides Harry had already been set with food – all of which her favorite that she had tried since she’d been here. From vegetable shepherd’s pie with duchess potatoes to marmalade sponge pudding, about three separate slices of chocolate pie coated in rainbow sprinkles. The scent of the dining hall, in general, made her mouth water, and as Harry holds her chair out for her (as he always does), she tells him as such and he reaches out, stroking at her face tenderly.

“The chefs have done their best work for you, I’ve made sure of it.”

They eat till their stuffed full; Y/N feels as though her stomach had expanded three sizes and one more bite might make her pop. She tells them stories of her hometown, what she did in her absence, and how every single one of her friends just about gushed at the fact that she was with Harry. “They talked you up so much, I was almost jealous,” she told him as she cut into her slice of pie with the side of her fork, “Got irritated when they would be saying, ‘Oh he’s so hot’ or ‘God, look at the mouth on him!’ ‘cos like, no shit I know that – and they weren’t even bringing up how absolutely sweet you were. Didn’t want them objectifying you, s’why you didn’t video chat with any of ‘em.”

Harry had made a point to keep their fingers interlocked the rest of their time at dinner, squeezing every so often, and she revels in how much she loves the feel of his hands on her skin. It almost feels urgent that she gets him to his bedroom then, and from the way they lock eyes towards the end of dinner when they’ve come around to collect the plates, she knows Harry is aware. More than aware, actually, of how she’s feeling, because not only has his body grown to match it, but he can smell it. He once told her, that the smell of her arousal commands his attention almost as instantly as her heart starts to pump a little faster, the blood rushing to her groin.

(He told her this, because she had been trying to hide how needy she was for him when he was particularly busy. Though as they sat quietly in his office, him bent over papers and Y/N silently reading, he had slammed his palm against the desk in a clap that echoed through the room, dragging her attention to him, “How am I meant to focus, when you smell so enticing? Why have you not asked me to tend to you?”)

However, both of them were filled to the brim with food and feeling sluggish and slow, and so sleepy. Y/N couldn’t fathom doing any vigorous activity other than trying to find a suitable snuggling position in bed, and when she tells Harry as much he looks grateful. Though, just as soon as Y/N lies beside him after switching into her pajamas (made of the finest threads of silk, from Harry as a gift for Christmas, despite him feeling it was a baseless holiday and he feels he should be able to gift her things because he wants to and not out of obligation for the season), he drags her to him so closely that barely a slip of paper could fit in between. He dips his nose into her neck and rubs the tip against the skin of her throat, his arm encircling her waist so that she could barely even wiggle.

Soon, where his nose was, his lips meet in a soft press against her throat. She thinks at first he’s just being sweet – he liked neck kisses – but then he captures the skin, sucking it between his lips and pinching at it with his teeth. A gasp slides from her throat, her eyes opening up wider as she’s hit with a short gust of liveliness from where she had been slowing down for bed. The hand of his arm tucked around her, is tucked between her and that mattress as if to hold her even closer, as he works the skin over, only parting to lick the broad of his tongue around the tender skin.

When she cranes her neck to look at him, he pushes their mouths together with little warning or thought, a smear of lips that makes her body tingle. He slides his tongue in between her lips and curls it around her own, no hesitation, no playful flirtiness to it like he sometimes did, but full, needy strokes like this was all he had been thinking about. All that he could think about.

The hand that had been at her side, slides up to her cheek and cradles her face, aiding her in turning so that he could more adequately invade her mouth. He shifts so that he is halfway on top of her, his thighs astride her own, his cock throbbing to life in the small, tight pair of boxers he wore. They were the ones he chose when he couldn’t be arsed to go fetch his laundry. He’d long since outgrown them, but Y/N is often grateful that he kept them around, given they left very little to the imagination and the cotton – while worn – was soft (which, in filthier connotations, was very nice to grind against).

“Need you to smell like me,” he parts from her mouth but doesn’t stray far, speaking the words against her tongue as she flickers it against his plushy, swollen bottom lip, “Inside and out.”

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Harry has always been an impassioned and fervent lover.

Ever since the first time, when she’d been thrown into a false heat, he was diligent and dominant, made her thighs quake, kissed her breathless, held her close, rocked into her hard, and made her melt in the best way possible. He was enthusiastic and always came in what felt like waves, filling her so full that she leaked of him. Sex with Harry had always felt like such a transcending experience, she came out feeling enlivened and refreshed – exhausted as all get out but like she could conquer the world if she really wanted to.

And right then was no different.

He slides his tongue against her in these slow, stroking movements, his hand cradling her jaw in his palm so gently. Harry had wiggled over so that the heavy, heated bulge that sat heavy between his thighs was hovering just over where she coveted for him. Their noses were pressed together, where his other hand is at her hip – the fabric of her shirt had skated up her side, so his fingers dug into the bare skin. It felt like touching white-hot fire against her, her hips rolling upward idly, and just barely grazing against him.

Harry’s so hard, she knows that he must be aching for it, and when he tucks his covered cock to the crotch of her panties, he rolls his hips in these deep, digging motions. Her veins fizzle and spark, her own fingers finding themselves burrowed in his curls, bucking back up against him with her toes curling. A wet, throaty gasp pops from her throat against his mouth as she curls her legs around his hips to keep him close, as he undulated his hips against her.

It’s so good and hot and sweaty; she’s full, sleepy, her eyes heavy but she feels so nice. She’s being satiated in every way she could think possible, as the fabric of her panties grew damper with each roll. He parts from her only to breathe but they’re so wrapped up in one another they’re just sucking in each other’s air. It’s humid, her skin beginning to perspire, and Harry was always so warm in general that it contributed to the growing heat, especially the one that pulsates throughout her entire being.

“Sweet little thing,” he murmurs, his lips stroking against her own with each word he spoke, and she pushes forward to capture them for a second but he parts, “I can smell how wet you are. Can practically taste it,” he pauses the ministration of his hips and laughs when she whines, their noses pushing together for a moment as he draws backward, “You want me to taste you?”

She nodded quickly and Harry hums, slipping down to her chest, displacing the soft material of the pajama top she wore and sliding her breast in the divet of his thumb and forefinger. He takes her nipple into his mouth, pursing his lips and suckling, and her back arches some to press closer to him. It felt so good. So incredibly, horribly good, and he was nowhere precise or meticulous; it was truly feral, wet and sloppy. When he switches, he drags the fabric further, only this time he tears the fabric down the middle and Y/N gasps loudly but he couldn’t be bothered. Instead, he drags her other nipple into his mouth and wettens it with his tongue, sucking and nipping at the bud as it pebbled beneath his attention.

Icy hot tendrils of arousal spike down her abdomen; she feels herself pulsate, feeling herself drip into her panties. His movements downward are brisk, but harsh suckled bites at the tender skin of her belly, his fingers digging into her panties and ripping them at the elastic. It snaps back against her, a sting that strips up to her hip bone but she has no time to mourn the black cotton because Harry’s burying his face into her cunt like he was starved. His tongue slips between her licks, deep grinds of the wet muscle from her hole to the swollen bud.

She’s throbbing, all the blood rushing to her clit as Harry demonstrates his desire wholeheartedly. Slurping and lapping, moving is head side to side and moaning; it’s so wet, like he’s drooling over her, sloppy and messy, these groans that rattle through her body and vibrate her bones. One hand slaps down beside her side, fingers dug into the sheets beside her, and the other tangling up in his hair, which was now even more unruly than when she had left. His eyes had long since fluttered shut like he was soaking in and enjoying every moment of tasting her. He always licked into her like it was his first and final time – like he had to commit it to memory in every way he could.

“Harry,” she moans breathlessly, and Harry hums against her as his response – her whole body quivers, “Fuck, you feel so – you feel so good.”

He hums again, removing his hand from where he was pressing on her thigh to keep her spread out for him, and her parts for just a moment so he can place two fingers at her entrance. Her mouth drops open soundlessly but her breath gets caught in her throat, as he sinks them in slow, looking down at it with a small smile before his eyes glitter up to hers, “You haven’t touched yourself since we were together last, hmm?”

Her cheeks warm at his inference, nodding her head – it was true; no matter how hard done by she felt, there was no use in her own hands anymore. When she tried, she was just left with an unyielding want for him, a distinct tugging at her chest that beckoned for his fingers, his cock, his tongue. To have his nose smushed up against her mound as he slurped and sucked and licked her dry. Harry had completely ruined her for anything bringing her an orgasm that wasn’t him.

And the bastard knew it! He knew it so well, from that stupidly cocky and beautiful smile that tilts at his lips, “You’re going to cum already.” He remarks thoughtfully, sighing, “So sensitive today, Pet.”

“Stop teasing me,” she whined, shuffling down, letting her hips thrust forward against his hand. He’s got two fingers inside of her, stroking against the soft, spongy bump that makes her thighs squeeze and tremble, her walls rhythmically throb around him as his palms pressed close to her clit, “How m’I supposed to hold off when you’re doing all that?”

Tutting his tongue lowers his palm and lets his other hand slide into his ministrations, using the pad of his thumb to gently guide her clit in smooth, round little circles that make the muscles in her abdomen visibly tense, “I’m not teasing.” He tells her, eyes trained on the wet little gash between her legs, “If I were teasing then I would just –” he slides his hands from her, leaving her empty, and cold, pushing his fingers into his mouth.

“No!” She gasps, wriggling to try and get closer to his fingers and his mouth again, “No, no, don’t –”

“Look how needy you are,” he hums, framing her pussy with his hands, his thumbs holding her open as her hole clenches and squeezes, “Begging me to claim you – make you smell like me all over.” He murmurs, leaning down and letting the very tip of his tongue dip inside of her, groaning against her, and sinking in further. She thinks if it were up to him, he would lick her completely dry.

Harry giggles against her as he swirls his tongue in a circle, before peeling back again, only this time he scales up her body, pushes a kiss to her mouth so she can taste herself on his tongue as he draws his boxers down. His cock slaps up against his abdomen soundly, stiff as a rock, with the aching, purpled head leaking precum in a rivulet down the side. The tip was shiny and her mouth waters instantaneously like she’s one of Pavlov’s dogs stuck in a Cathedral.

She would beckon that he let himself into her mouth, maybe rock his hips into with his hands cradling her jaw like she’d asked him to before, but he’s got a way about him when he isn’t in the mood for a blowie. The way his eyes are blown, his movements are gentle, yet quick, and the urgency in which he lines himself up with her are a few telltale signs, to say the least. He circles the head around her soaked lips, his pillowy mouth dropping open just a little, his brows furrowing in pleasure as he revels in the feeling.

He sinks into her slowly, groaning out loud that he muffled by latching his teeth around the juncture of her neck and shoulder (his favorite spot). Y/N struggles to keep from pushing him deeper, but she refrains from it, letting him ease in how he likes. Harry wants to feel every ridge, every curve, every wall; like he’s memorizing how she feels inside. She wonders if he closes his eyes, he can feel her – she can feel him when she focuses on it enough. Can feel the wide head stroking against her insides, nudging and bumping into all the spots that make her toes curl.

The first rock of his hips is just a small roll, where his hips are still tucked against her thighs, and it shifts her body upward against the sheets. This is when Y/N’s legs wrapped around his waist, holding him closely (“Are you trying to keep me in, Baby? Don’t have to worry about me pulling out – might just have to walk around with you snug on my cock.” He had once said, and she almost hates how much she would love it), her arms around his neck, so that their fronts are mashed together. Another pretty noise leaves his lips, this time as he unbeds his teeth from her skin, moving so that he was slipping their mouths together again. He slips his tongue between her lips, drinking in the heady moan that leaves him when he starts up a steady pace.

They’re so close that she can feel the muscles in his stomach tense and relax, moving beneath the skin as the filthy sounds of him fucking into her begin to feel the room. The thwack their bodies colliding that reverberates in her ear like a beat, his fingertips dug deep in her thigh while his other hand kept him held up as he pressed it against the headboard, working with the balance he’s deviating onto his knees.

Y/N would ride him if she could but she knew well enough that he needed this and she needed this. Needed the raw, primal energy of him fucking into deep, hard, alternating between slow and quick – it made the both of them feel better. She had missed him so desperately, to feel this close after being so far apart was like stumbling upon a hot spring in Antarctica. Their souls have tied and knotted, their hearts beating as one, her eyes water from the undulating pleasure of being loved and getting brought to a mind-shattering orgasm after weeks of nothing.

She reburies her hand in his hair, tangling her fingers up in the strands and she clenches around him when he lets out a low growl as she tugs, “Make you smell like me, Puppy,” he murmurs, almost more to himself than to her, “Bloody fucking bastards had their hands all over you – don’t they know you’re mine?” He cradles her face, running a thumb over her cheek and Y/N peers up into his soft, green irises with a blurry gaze. Harry doesn’t worry when she cries during sex – mostly because he can feel deep within his being when she’s actually upset, but partly because he just knows…he knows she gets so overwhelmed by the sensations of everything, she can’t help but tear up. “Don’t they know I’m your Alpha?”

“They know,” she feels the first telltale sign of her orgasm bristling at the edges, “You feel so good – you smell so good, they know, they know and if they don’t I’ll tell them myself. Show them all my bite marks.”

Harry groans, nodding and leaning forward to smear his mouth over hers, reaching down to her clit and rubbing tight little circles into it. Y/N’s thighs squeeze around him tightly, her orgasm ripples through her in hot waves of static, that sizzles through her body in electric waves. She moans against his mouth and he swallows the sound down, his own orgasm striking him, his knot slipping inside of her. He’s cumming in hot spurts that coat her walls, filling her up and despite his locking with her some still manage to slip out (she can feel it). Harry cumming in her is one of her favorite feelings, as he throbs and pulses, his hips twitch and buck, his grip on her – wherever it may be – tightens up and holds her close. He empties everything he’s got until she feels full and she revels in it.

As they both come down, Harry’s eyes flutter open with a dreamy smile that he gives her, and her heart leaps against her ribcage, “I missed you.” He tells her for at least the twentieth time that night, “With my whole being.”

She returns his smile, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I missed you more.”

His brows tilted, “There is no possible way,” he repositions them so that she was lying on her side and he was spooning her from behind, his arms wrapped back around her, one palm warm palm on her stomach. He dips his face into her throat, breathing in deep, and a low rumbled purr begins to rattle through him. To know that he’s comfortable soothes her even more than she had been, as her eyes began to flutter. The exhaustion that they had felt prior catches back up with them, she can tell as they melt into each other.

“Come with me next time,” she tells him, “Come meet my family.”

He pauses, raising his head and him shifting makes Y/N crane her neck to peek at him, “You want me to? Even though I am – I am –”

“Perfect?” Y/N finishes for him, not allowing him to get insecure about his nature, “Yes, I want you to, even though you’ll definitely show me up.”

And Harry breaks into a cheek splitting grin, moving forward to kiss her again, his hold on her even tighter than before.

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The Worst Third Date Ever final part.

Chapter 32: A Clean Sweep for Team Reid.

Mount Pleasant Women's Correctional Facility.

"Hello Dr. Reid, it's been a while since I saw you" said the prison guard as he and Max walked in.

"Hello Officer Grey, it's good to see you, of course I would prefer it could be in better conditions" the man nodded.

"I'm agree. Please put your weapon here and everything that could be use as one for the prisoners" Spencer does it "who is she?"

"My wife" said Spencer.

"Oh congratulations doc. I didn't know you got married"

"We just got married so it's still something new" he smiled and the couple walked thru the metal detector and the officer lead them to the room where Catherine Adams will die "officer I would like to talk to her before you take her to her execution"

"You sure? I know she did some bad things to you"

"Yes sir, I'm sure" the guard nodded.

"Ok, ma'am the room you must go is at the end of the aisle then turn to the left" he pointed where she had to go.

Max nodded and kissed Spencer before said "be careful, she will try to get under your skin one more time before she left this world"

He looked in her eyes and nodded "I know but you will be in my mind" he smiled and left with the guard as Max walked where the office said so.

Spencer took of his wedding ring for the first time in a month. He wanted Cat to know that he got married while the needle was under her skin.

The officer left him in an interrogation room. The feeling of being in a prison again was terrible but he knew he would never return there.

Some mini later the guards sat Catherine in front of him "Spencie you came!" She said in an exciting tone and he rolled his eyes "you're one of the few men who fullfil their promises"

"Yeah, after everything we had been thru, it's the less I could do" he said with his poker face on "sadly I can't be the one who do the honor of stick that needle in your arm"

"Don't be mean Spencie, I know you will miss our little games" she said in a little girl tone "it's a shame... Maxie didn't end up here, huh? I guess you didn't send her to prison" he clenched his fist and Cat did a noise with her tongue "Spencie, a good FBI agent never pick sides" she smirked.

"I'm not here to talk about Max, I'm here to make sure they say you are gone for good and won't ruin another relationship I might have"

"I will be always in your mind Spencie, as you told me skating" she winked at him as some officer walked in to get her ready for the execution "bye bye Spencie... I had fun with you" she left smirking, thinking their score was 2-1, she lost against him twice in her mind but at the end she felt like she took away his chance to date someone.

Spencer took a deep breath, relaxing his muscles, he felt tense with her, he put back on his wedding ring and kissed it gently like if he was remembering that everything was fine and Max was his forever.

He stood up and walked back to Max. When he arrived she was there with some other members of the team. They wanted to see Cat finally gone for good.

Spencer walked straight to her and kissed her, it was needed, like he was a dying man and her lips were the water he needed to survive.

After it Max asked against his lips "How was it?"

"As annoying as you can imagine" he rubbed her cheeks gently and then they sat with their friends.

Spencer held Max's hand when the officers walked in with Catherine Adams and a priest to gave her some final words to see if she will change.

Max was annoyed to see her again but she decided to go there and witness her dead and to rub on her face that she outsmarted her.

After some words from the priest the execution started. An officer put the tourniquet around her arm, the doctor cleaned the area with a cotton with alcohol and then stick the needle after finding a vein.

They released the tourniquet and Max decided to make her move. She stood up and walked to be in front of the window. Cat's eyes showed the surprise of seeing her there.

Max put her wedding picture with Spencer against the glass with one hand and with the other a message.

"3-0. Perfect score, bitch. The Reid Family"

Cat's eyes were full of hatred and anger that everyone thought the killing liquid flowed faster.

"NOOOO.... I WON... YOU KILLED YOUR BOYFRIEND!!!" Cat screamed out at her.

Max smirked and shook her head. Cat's eyes realized what happened months ago and her face calmed down. You could read in her face that, a woman, a sister in this men's world betrayed her.

Then after several minutes Catherine Adams was declare dead. Spencer and the team hugged with Max. Finally the most dangerous hit woman they ever faced was dead.

After that Spencer felt like he could finally rest, he will stop looking his surrounding because everyone could be working for Cat, he was free and not only him but his wife and their children.

Some weeks later, they have an appointment to know the gender of their babies. They were excited about this. Max already ordered to paint the room. They painted it white and she decided to paint something on the wall.

If they have a boy and a girl, she will paint a train on a wall and a beautiful princess with some flowers on the other wall.

The doctor checked her blood pressure, weight and ran some blood test then they were to the ultrasound room where the doctor checked the babies.

"Ok Max and Spencer. I confirm that you will have twins. I can see them now. And I can tell you the gender of your babies. Do you want to know?" She asked. The couple nodded "ok, baby number one is a boy!" The couple had some tears of joy "and baby number two is a girl!" More tears of joy "congratulations, I will print the result for you. Do you want some copies" the nodded "ok I will get you some of them. You can clean the gel and walked back to my office" the doctor stood up leaving the couple alone.

"I still can't believe we will be parents" said Spencer helping Max sat down and kissed her forehead hugging her.

"Me neither but we are and it's the best feeling ever" she hugged him tight.

The rest of her pregnancy was calm. Her students cried the final day of classes and they gave her some toys they don't use for her kids, something they planned with their teachers.

Her co-workers at the school organized an early baby shower and each gave her a little present for the kids and for her. Max was hormonal all day and cried a lot.

She was thankful for that job and will miss them. They all hug and Spencer picked her up.

They decided to sell Spencer's old car and with that money and some more they saved, buy a bigger and more modern one for the babies.

As promised, Penelope hosted the official baby shower with all the BAU people and Max's family.

Dave and his wife gave them the cribs, one blue and the other pink; the Simmons gave them two baby bags and a first edition copy, signed by all of them plus David, of the "Simmons' Stories for Children"; Luke, Tara and Penelope joined to give them a set of feeding bottle with the engraving "genius babies" on each, three pink and three blue.

Derek and Savannah gave them Hank's first car seat and bought one for the extra baby; Max's family gave them a double baby stroller; Diana promised them some days ago knitted blankets for her grandchildren; Jack and Aaron gave them his collection of favorite books.

"My mom used to read me those" he said with some tears in his eyes "please read it to them" they nodded with tears in their eyes too.

JJ and her family gave them two changing tables for the kids. Ashley, the new team member, gave them some onesies, with different designs that matched Spencer and Max's personalities.

Last but not least, Emily and Andree gave them a rocking chair, Emily told them it was her mother's favorite when she was a child and she wanted to give to her BAU little brother. Spencer hugged her tight with tears in his eyes.

After that, the men helped Spencer moved everything to the babies rooms. The following week Max asked Penelope, her sisters and JJ to help her paint the train and princess with the flowers.

Spencer was teaching that day, they were having a good time with music and some ice tea. It was the third week of November and the babies were expected that week.

When they finished they decided to go to the living room and talk some more when Max showed a painful face. The women panicked but them JJ and Michelle recognized it... "My/Her water just broke" the three women said at the same time.

"Ok Max breath" said JJ with her 'unsub with a gun pointing at her' voice "Penelope go upstairs to get her bag with clothes and Eloise turn on the car" both women nodded and ran to do what she ordered "let's go Michelle, help me" they walked with Max, who was struggling to keep calm and breathing, to the car.

Penelope ran downstairs with the bag and she was calling Spencer but his phone was turned off.

"Damn it... Boy wonder must be in class" she said as they got in the car.

"It's ok. Leave him a message and he will go to the hospital" said JJ as she started to drive.

She drove fast to the hospital. Meanwhile Penelope sent a text to the team 'Houston we have a baby delivery x2' and hit sent.

They arrived to the hospital and immediately took Max to a room where she asked for her husband.

He arrived some minutes later. JJ decided to pick Diana up, her son was about to be a father, she needed to be there.

Michelle called her father to drive to the hospital with her son.

After some more hours waiting, Spencer finally walked out the delivery room with a big but tired smile.

"They are both perfectly fine. A handsome prince and a beautiful princess" he said and each of his friends and family hugged him "it's a small room so first my mom, Max's dad and sisters, JJ and Derek" they all nodded and follow Spencer.

In there were Max holding on of them, and the other was held by a nurse.

The nurse handed the baby to him "hi everyone" he said as if the baby talked "this is Jason Alexander Reid" the BAU members recognized the name of their former friend and co-founder of the unit and Max's family recognized the name of their uncle/ brother.

Spencer passed him to his mother, then Max said "and this is Rachel..." She held a sobb saying her mom's name, and so did her sisters and father "...Diana Reid, mommy's princess" she handed her to her father.

The two babies were sleeping and quiet, Diana had some tears in her eyes "I never thought I would see this day coming... My boy had two children and I couldn't be prouder" she kissed Spencer's cheek and then Jason's forehead.

She handed the boy to JJ and Don did the same to Michelle, each held the babies and left the room except JJ and Derek.

"JJ and Derek, you are like a brother and a sister to me and Max and I thought it could be fair to make you godparents of Jason and Rachel"

"Really?" Said JJ with tears, she held Jason in her arms and whispered "maybe I can call Caltech or Yale but I'm sure will take you to the zoo" she laughed and kissed her new godson and did the same with Rachel.

"Thank you little brother and I promise to spoil them with lot of sports" he laughed and hugged him.

Then the rest of the people walked in to meet the babies. Dave even cried when Spencer said the name of his son. He know Gideon would be proud of his boy.

"Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone; we find it with another." — Thomas Merton.

Fin?

OOooOOooOO

The final chapter! What a journey! Thank you for reading, thank you for commented it, thank you for recommending it. I enjoyed this experience, my first long story in a long time and in English!

I learned so much and made some friends with this. Hope you all read my new story Double Dates (mostly Garvez but with some other couples)

Again, thank you, gracias, danke! To @nerys2 @andiebeaword @dreatine @aperrywilliams @moviequeen51

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 5 years

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Human Nature

Part 2

Summary: The reader and Jensen have been keeping their relationship a secret for a while now, but that’s all about to change this convention weekend.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k+

Warnings: Language, Smut, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex (be safe ya’ll), slightly dom Jensen, fluff, anxiety, convention fun all around

Square Filled: Free Square

Authors Note: Written for @spngenrebingo , I call this genre Supernatural Convention, cause let’s be honest, that is a genre in this fandom. This really turned into more of “Imagine secretly dating Jensen and your relationship being revealed during a convention”. I hope you guys enjoy!

Part 1/ My Masterlist

The hotel door bounces slightly as you shove it closed behind you. You and Jensen are a tangle of limbs, ripping off layers as you move towards the bed in your room.

“On your knees.” Jensen pushes you down as he tugs open his buckle. You sink down to your knees immediately. You can’t help licking your lips as Jay tugs on the leather and pulls down his pants and boxers, his erection standing tall against his stomach. He lazily strokes himself a few times before bumping his swollen tip against you lips. You open up happily, dragging your tongue out along the vein on the underside of his cock. Jensen let’s you take over, sucking and licking and moaning around him.

“Jesus, you and that pretty mouth will be the death of me.” Jay groans out, his head lulling back in ecstasy. You run a hand up his stomach and dance you fingers over the muscle there, relishing in the way it flexes as he tries to hold back. With a pop, you let him slide from your mouth.

“Please Jay?”

“Tell me what you want baby.”

“I want you to fuck me.” He nods at you and hauls you up like he did outside the bar. Hastily you pull off your bra and panties, turning around to bend over the bed. There is no time for pleasantries tonight. You are dripping from all the teasing at the bar and your mind fuzzy with alcohol. All you want was to be fucked and fucked hard.

Jensen chuckles and smacks your ass before pushing inside you. You drop your head to your chest as your walls stretch to accommodate his size.

“So wet for me baby. God you feel amazing.” All you can respond with is a grunt of agreement as he starts moving inside you. The quiet room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin as Jay pounds into you. The swollen head of his cock is hitting your g spot with every thrust. It is torture, sweet, sweet torture. The coil in your belly is white hot as it tightens, and you know you aren’t going to last at this rate.

“Fuck Jay I’m close.” You whine.

“I know baby, come for me, I’m right behind you.” His fingers dig into the globes of your ass, his thrusts become erratic as the two of you chase your release. “Come for me Y/N/N.” He growls and slaps your ass again. White spots dance in your vision as your orgasm washes over you, and your legs struggle to keep you standing. Jay fucks into you slowly a few more times before grunting his own release and filling you with his seed.

Jay pulls himself from you and you can feel the mixture of your releases dripping down your thighs. “You look so hot all filled up with my cum.”

“Yeah well I should get you frustrated more often.” You giggle as you collapse onto the bed. Jensen is already pulling his pants back up. Watching him dress has reality seeping back into your post orgasm haze and you hate to ask your next question since you really already know the answer. “Do you have to go?”

“Yeah,” Jensen leans over you, his pants still hanging open, and he kisses you deeply. “I know it sucks baby, but-”

“But we agreed. No one knows.” You finished for him, both of you frowning as the regret of your joint decision bears down on you. It's moments like these that make you regret ever agreeing to lying to everyone about you and Jay. But when you decided, your relationship was so new and neither of you wanted to deal with the possible fallout from going public, at least not until you knew exactly what it was between the two of you.

“Hey,” Jensen brings you out of your thoughts with a hand on your cheek. “I love you.”

“What?” His words had sobered you more than the cold night air. He hadn’t said that to you before and why he chose now of all times to say it was baffling to you.

“I do. I can’t leave you tonight without telling you that. Singing with you up on that stage, it felt like it was just you and me out there, and I know that sounds cheesy,” You shake your head, knowing the exact feeling he was explaining to you. “But you and I have never felt more right. We can figure out what that means for us and our relationship tomorrow, but I really need to get back to my room before anyone else returns to the hotel.” He kisses you again before pulling his shirt back on. He’s almost out the door when your mind catches up. You sit up on the bed and call out to him.

“Jay,” He halts with the door cracked open and glances back at you. “I love you, too.” It felt good to say out loud, especially when he smiled at your words. None of your past relationships has ever quite felt like this. Nothing ever felt so right. It’s hard to put into words what he means to you, other than to say that Jensen feels like home. You didn’t feel whole or as safe as you did when you were together.

“Goodnight.” He slips out quietly as you fall back onto the bed, letting sleep take over your exhausted body.

****

The alarm on your phone has you jolting up in bed. Your limbs felt like jello but it only made you smile as you thought about the night before. You roll over and shut off the phone. You felt more rested than you thought you would on only three hours of sleep and a slight hangover, but you were still craving a shower and a big cup of coffee. So you start with the shower and follow it with hair and makeup. When you’re satisfied with how you look you grab your phone and head out of the room. You day at the con starts with solo ops before your solo panel.

Your phone vibrates as you jump into the car creation sent for you.

Good morning beautiful, I love you

I love you, good luck.

“Extra shot.” You glance up at the driver as he speaks. The man points to an iced coffee sitting in the cup holder between the front seats.

“Oh yes please.” You hum and pick it up knowing Jay sent it for you.

And thanks for the coffee babe

I figured you’d need it, you had a late night ;)

He was always such a cocky bastard..

The trip to the convention center is quick and you are up in the green room before you know it. Sunday tended to be quieter since most of the quests were gone by now. This day is mostly dedicated to J2 as the boys are are called.

“Morning boys.” You smile at the band and Rich chilling in the room. “Excited to wrap up the weekend?” You ask as you take a cup of fruit from the breakfast table.

“Always. We’re getting too old for these late nights.” Rich rubs a hand over the stubbe on his chin.

“Speak for yourself.” Rob frowns. “How about you Y/N/N?”

“Uh, I have to go right back to set at five in the morning tomorrow, so I’d rather be basking in this bliss right now.” You close your eyes and take a dramatic whiff of your coffee. The group laughs with you as your handler comes to fetch you for your ops. “Toodaloo.” you wave as you abandon your breakfast and the boys to run off behind her.

The music is already bumping in the small room and you can hear the fans lined up outside. Your handler takes a minute to fix your hair as the line is brought in.

“Hey! Ya’ll ready to get this party started?” You call out to them with two thumbs up. Their cheers and the bass of the music playing has the adrenaline from last night returning. The joy and genuine love from the fans was one of the reasons you started acting. Telling a story that can resonate with someone else gave you the fuel to do your work.

You step up to the mark in front of the backdrop and the line starts moving. You try to take in each fan as they step up to you. You take an extra minute to hug those who look like they might cry and you hug the criers a little tighter. The line is moving fairly quickly but you notice a small group of girls huddled around a phone along the far line. One of them gasps and then looks up at you. Her furrowed brow sits uneasily with you though you can’t place why. You find it harder to pay attention as the group moves closer to you. The demeanor of each of them has shifted, they just seemed mostly confused.

“Hey ladies, what’ll it be?” You try to talk over the music.

“Uh, can we do the charlie’s angels pose?” One asks you. She isn’t really looking at you as she talks.

“Of course babes.” You smile and let them move you into position. Chris snaps the photo and they run off without a thank you. The end of the line appears in the doorway and you try not to focus on the small group of girls. When you hug the last fan, you let out a breath. You can’t shake why the encounter had you so rattled and you just want to get back to the green room to see Jay before your panel.

“This has been going off like crazy.” You handler hands over your phone. You unlock it to see hundreds of social media notifications, a missed call from your publicists and about a text from Briana that just says ‘call me’. Social can wait and your publicist probably just wants to talk about the press for next week, so you hit dial on Bri’s contact.

“What the actual fuck, I can’t believe you’ve been lying to me all this time. Oh girl, you deserve an academy award for your performance last night. You know you owe me all the juicy details now since you’ve been lying to me!” Briana doesn’t even bother with a greeting, her voice much higher than usual as she spits her words out in one breath.

“Whoa hold on a second there girl… what are you talking about?”

“Have you been living under a cave? I’m talking about the pictures all over the internet of you and Jay.” She scoffs and your heart immediately sinks.

“Pictures?” You whimper.

“Yeah pictures! You need to check twitter girl. And don’t think this conversation is over, you can’t sleep with Jensen and not tell me all about it.”

“I’ll call you later.” You swiftly hang up and pull up your twitter. There are so many notifications you can’t decide where to start. So you search your name, which you should not have done. Every sleazy tabloid had posted or shared pictures of Jensen pinning you in the ally, his hands clearly pushing up your dress, his lips attached to your neck. But the real kicker was you on your knees in front of him. Some asshole was lurking outside and caught everything. One part of you wants to be mad at Jensen for losing his control too soon last night, but the other part is secretly happy that you don’t have to hide anymore. You are just less than thrilled with the method of reveal. Though mostly, you are disgusted with the invasion of privacy, however unfortunately, as an actress, it kind of comes with the territory.

The comments are what you would expect to see. Some people were saying ‘finally’ and seemed supportive, but most are dragging you across the mud. Slut, whore, ugly, not good enough for him, are just a few of the things you were afraid of that had the two of you hiding your relationship in the first place.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You don’t even wait for the handler before booking it back to the green room. The band is still around the table. Rob strums at his guitar as Jared and Misha chat by the food. Every head snaps up as you shove open the door and it bounces against the wall.

“Uh, hey,” you are slightly out of breath as you shove your phone in your pocket. “You guys seen Jensen?” You try your hardest to play it cool, but you are too antsy to find him to care.

“I think he went to the bathroom.” Jared smirks at you. It’s his smug smirk and you just know that he saw the pictures. Misha is wearing the same stupid grin and you blush furiously before rushing back out to the hall bathrooms. You don’t even hesitate to burst into the mens room.

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing?” Jensen whips around from the mirror he was just fixing his hair in front of.

“Uh,” you hesitate as you check under all the stalls to make sure you’re alone before locking the door.

“Babe, you’re freaking me out.”

“Freaking you out?! I’m freaking out!” you finally let it out. “Have you not been online recently? Our little sexcapade outside the bar last night is all over twitter! They have you kissing my neck, your hands up my dress. Christ they even have me on my knees in front of you.”

“They what?” He stiffens as he takes in what you are saying.

“Oh god, we both have panels and autos still to do today. I can’t answer their questions I can’t do it.” You are spiralling, you know that, but you don’t care. Now is the time to spiral.

“Honey, it’s going to be fine. All that matters it that I love you, and you love me.” Jensen wraps his fingers around your biceps and forces you to look at him. “Sure this is not what we had planned but we’ll figure it out. We both know how to professionally dodge a question.”

“This is so different, I don’t think we can just dodge this one. I’ve had no time to prepare.” You sniffle. “Plus I had these girls in my ops today that I’m pretty sure saw those photos and they wouldn’t even look me in the eye. I just wish we could do this together.” You cast your gaze down as you fight the tears. There are just too many emotions swirling around in your mind right now.

“So let’s do it. Lucky for you, I’m free during your panel, so I’ll chill backstage and if someone asks you, I’ll come out and we can answer them honestly. No more secrets.” Jensen brushes a stray tear from your cheek and you nod to him.

“Really? You’d do that?” Jensen nods. “Okay, no more secrets.” You agree before letting him kiss you softly.

****

The cheers are louder for you than you expected as Rich and Rob introduce you for your solo panel. Jay kisses your forehead and encourages you onto the stage.

“Chicago baby how are you!” You pump your free fist as you run onto the stage. You have never been more thankful to be an actor than at this minute. Years of acting experience is now making it easier to play it cool than you had expected. “It’s the day you have all been waiting for, we got the boys in the house and let me tell you Jared is rowdy back there. It ought to make for a great panel later.” you walk over and pull a chair center stage for yourself and sit in it.

“How about we let him get it out today so he doesn’t torture me on set tomorrow eh?” The crowd laughs with you and it lets you relax a little. “Now how about some questions?” You turn to your left to see a line almost halfway to the back of the room.

“Hi, so my question is actually about set. Every guest star just raves about being on the Supernatural set, so I was wondering about your experience?” the girl is dressed in what you assume is Castiel cosplay since you can only see the outline of a trench coat.

“Didn’t you just hear me? It’s torture. The moose nevers lets us get any work done. You’d think that maybe he takes it easy on the women but really the only thing you get relief from is being groped. He keeps that all for Misha.” You laugh and let the tension roll from your shoulders.

The panel continues with laughs and easy questions. Not one fan mentions the pictures. You sigh with relief when Rob appears to announce its time for your last question.

“Ooh one last one guys, make it count.” You joke and turn towards the opposite side of the stage of the last question. The relief is short lived as you recognize the girls from your photo ops earlier. You try to shake the queasy feeling from your gut and tell yourself that maybe they won’t ask.

“We just wanted to know if you could shed some light on the pictures that surfaced of you and Jensen this morning. We don’t want to assume anything and just want the facts from you.” You nod and bite your lip as you take a minute to contemplate your response.

“It’s only human to make assumptions. We are always telling ourselves stories about every moment of our life, we can’t help it. But I think Jensen and I would like to clear the air too, right Jay?” You turn your head back to where Jensen was waiting. He hops up the stairs to surprised and excited cheers from the crowd. The roar is deafening and you can’t help to feel safe now that he is by your side. Rob hands him his own microphone and Jensen waves out to the crowd.

“I think that would be an accurate statement.” He laughs as he comes to stand on your right. Jensen rests his hand on the back of your chair, his thumb rubbing your back. It was grounding and you are more than grateful that he wasn’t making you answer this question yourself.

“So, you may or may not have seen some pictures online this morning, and I won’t get into them specifically but the answer to the question you actually want to ask is yes.”

“Yes, that’s all you’re gonna say?” Jensen looks down at you. The crowd laughs and you have to fight an eye roll.

“You want me to spell it out for them, all the details?”

“Well, maybe not all the details.” He winks and you hear someone in the front gasp. “How about how head over heels in love you are with me?” Your jaw drops and its takes you longer than you wanted to come up with a retort. This time the whole room is gasping and you have to shake your head at his boldness. He never fails to surprise you, even after all this time.

“That’s a bold statement considering the one time you-” Jensen plants his hand over your mouth and the fans absolutely lose their minds. He tilts your chin to him so he can kiss you and you place a hand against his chest to push him away.

“Alright enough Ackles.” You lean around him to the girls, “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes but it gives me at least ten more.” The other girl by the microphone talks this time and you nod.

“Next time ladies, ‘cause that was the last question and I’m running away with this one.” Jensen takes your hand and you hop off the chair to let him drag you off the stage as the band plays the song they wrote for you. Jensen is pulling you along quickly, your shorter legs struggling to keep up with his long stride.

“Jay, slow down.” You giggle as you find yourselves in the hallway outside the green room. It’s filled with the usual security that follows the boys around.

“I can’t baby, cause you’re all mine, and now the whole world knows.” He pulls you into him, his hands enveloping your face as he forces you to look up at him. “Which means that I get to do this,” Jensen kisses you slowly, his tongue dragging over your lower lip and you open up to him. He pulls away when you both need a little air. “Whenever I want.”

“Yeah you do!” Jared, Misha, and the rest of the convention cast have their heads popping out of the green room. They are all cheering. You can’t help the laughter bubbling up inside of you. Come hell or high water, nothing will ever ruin this moment right now. All of the fears seem so stupid now, because you and Ackles, you are gonna be just fine.

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dface · 5 years

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5 times peter found new mentors + the 1 time he has his old one back

chapter two : bruce

One month after Tony's funeral, Peter is sent to the principal's office for punching Jeremy Luthern.

Peter had been having a pretty good day up until then. In English he had been picked to read for Romeo and hadn't stuttered over any words, and Flash was too preoccupied to bother him in Physics. Plus, Ned had just told him about the new Lego sets he bought over the weekend and promised to bring them over after school, which was exciting in itself.

All in all, Peter is happy. And then Jeremy, sitting at the table across from him in the cafeteria, opens his big fat mouth. Peter reacts before he can think, hitting Jeremy across the jaw. He half forgets about his powers and holding back– which is why the boy drops instantly, and the cafeteria erupts in screams.

Ned texts Peter while he sits in the principal's office.

Jeremy's okay, just got knocked out. No one's suspicious of anything .

If there's anything that Peter is grateful in this moment, it's Ned and his undying support. Ned, who had pulled Peter away from Jeremy and into the bathroom before he could do anything worse. Ned, who's heart had been racing just as fast as Peter's, hugging him by the sinks until the school officer came to collect them.

Peter shifts in his seat. He hasn't been to the principal's office since everything with Liz's dad. The chairs are the same, wooden and straight-backed and completely uncomfortable. He's been waiting for awhile– the office called May first, but she's working a double.

Peter hears Happy's footsteps ten seconds before he enters the office.

"Happy Hogan here for Peter Parker," he says, flashing his badge at the secretary. He doesn't meet Peter's eye when he walks past, just gestures for him to follow behind. They sit side by side and listen to Principal Morita retell the story– which, now that he hears it, sounds pretty bad. Peter stares down at his hands, shame making his skin hot. The bruises across his knuckles are already fading.

"I think," Morita says, towards the end of his lecture, "one day suspension is enough time to set you straight."

Peter looks up. Morita is staring at him, his eyebrows raised.

"Right?" he says, and Peter nods. When Morita dismisses them Peter practically runs past Happy, out of the building and into the car. He slides into the back seat and throws his bag down beside his feet. The force of it feels good, pokes at that receding flame that seems to always be on within his chest, ready for a fight.

He sees Happy walk around the front of the car. Peter prepares himself for an earful of yelling and threatening– feels his stomach coil and his body tense–

But Happy gets into the car and pulls back onto the street without a word. He drives for ten minutes in silence, not even turning the radio on. Peter's bruises ache.

"I thought you yelling would be bad, but I think this is worse," he says, when he can't stand the silence any longer.

Happy sighs.

"I'm not mad at you," he says.

"What?"

"I'm not mad. Hearing what that kid said makes me want to hit him too."

"So you get it," Peter says, to which Happy shakes his head.

"No. I want to hit him. I wouldn't actually hit him. There's a difference, and you know it."

The disappointment clear in his tone sparks something in Peter's chest, urges that fire forward. He leans forward, holding onto the back of the passenger seat.

"You're the one who always talks about me knowing how to fight–"

"That's for defending yourself , Peter. Not pouncing on some kid who's probably just saying stuff for attention. You're better than that."

I wanted you to be better.

Peter coughs, his throat suddenly tight like someone's got their hand around it. He sees Tony, his stern expression, his easy smirk. He'll never forget the way he had looked at Peter that day after the ferry, like he was relieved and guilty and angry all at the same time.

Then he remembers what Jeremy says and frowns, his hands clenching.

"He deserved it," he says.

"Maybe," Happy says, "but you don't."

Peter falls back into his seat at that and spends the next five minutes in silence. When he looks up again, he doesn't recognize any of the buildings.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm bringing you to talk to someone," Happy says.

"A therapist?" Peter squeaks, leaning forward in his seat again. "May said I don't have to see anyone if I don't want to–"

Happy rolls his eyes in the rearview mirror.

"No, kid. Just let me be mysterious."

Peter slumps back. His heart, which had picked up speed the moment Happy mentioned talking to someone, slows down only slightly. When he woke up in the hospital with Rhodey, May had mentioned the possibility of seeing a therapist.

"It might help, to talk about the trauma with someone who knows," she had said, but Peter refused. The idea of sitting in a blank room with a stranger and allowing himself to crumble makes his heart race faster than anything he has dealt with as Spiderman. Because in the therapist's office, he would have to be Peter. There'd be no hiding behind the mask.

Happy pulls up in front of a brownstone building. Peter looks through his window, palms suddenly damp with sweat.

"Are you sure you weren't lying earlier?" he says, and Happy scoffs.

"Just press the third buzzer. He'll let you up."

Peter leaves his bag in the car and walks up the large cement steps, feeling unnecessarily small as he stretches to press the third buzzer on the side of the building.

"Who is it?" says a voice that is vaguely familiar.

"Um… It's Peter. Parker?"

There is a beat of silence, and then a loud hum. Peter pulls the door open and walks up the three flights, until he reaches door 304, the same number as the buzzer he had pressed. He knocks and it opens almost immediately. Bruce Banner towers over him with a wide smile.

"Hey Peter, how are you today?" he says.

Peter has a hard time believing what he's seeing is real. Bruce is wearing a light grey sweater and black sweatpants, with fuzzy Hulk socks, and he waves a hand when Peter calls him Dr. Banner.

"You can just call me Bruce. Come on in." Bruce leads him into a spacious apartment, mostly empty save for a few extra-large items, like a fridge that could fit three people comfortably, and a couple of chairs Peter could use as beds.

"You would not believe how hard it is to find things in my size," Bruce jokes, and Peter manages a small laugh. He would've been more comfortable, if he knew why he was even there in the first place.

Bruce sits down on one of his chairs and gestures for Peter to do the same. Peter sinks down into it, his feet dangling off of the edge.

"So. Happy called me earlier, said he thought I could talk to you. Want to explain?" Bruce said.

Peter looks down to his feet, playing with the edge of his sweater.

"I punched a kid at school today," he says quietly.

"Can you tell me what the kid said to make you so angry?" Bruce asks, and Peter feels his temper flare once again. He knows this tactic, of getting him to open up. It sounds just like the conversation with his school counselor, trying to get him to admit that he's struggling.

He's about to refuse to answer when he looks up and registers the soft quality of Bruce's expression. He never thought he would see such compassion on the Hulk's face, but it's there. Bruce is leaning towards him, his hands out like he could catch Peter if he were to fall. The way Tony had reached for him when his legs gave out, holding him in his last moments.

Just like that, Peter's anger dissolves.

"He said Iron Man deserved to die," he says, and tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Like adrenaline leaving his body, he is suddenly and intensely drained of the fury that had been fueling him. When Jeremy first said those words, Peter had felt the heat of anger overtake him, like something had been injected into his veins. Now, all he can feel is how tired he is, drained from all the nights he's still not sleeping.

Bruce winces.

"I can imagine how much that would hurt to hear, especially from someone who didn't know him," he says, and Peter inhales sharply.

"That's exactly it," he says, voice wobbling. "No one even knew who he really was– all they knew was the face he put on for the cameras, so they think he's heartless and selfish, when really everything he did was all for someone else."

Bruce nods. For a moment Peter feels a flash of annoyance, that little voice whispering he doesn't know, he couldn't understand – but he shakes it off. Bruce knew Tony even better than he did, had known him years before Peter even met him. If anyone, he was one of the only people who can share his pain.

"Peter, some things are always going to hurt you, or make you angry," Bruce says, his voice tender. "Tony's death was something you still aren't ready to accept, and that's okay. I'm sure any of us would have gotten angry if we heard that kid say something against him. You can't change the way you feel, but you can change how you deal with it. Anger only causes more pain and hurt– not only to you, but to everyone who loves you."

Peter remembers the fear on the faces of his classmates after Jeremy fell down. He doesn't want to think about having to tell May why he's been suspended.

"I guess Happy knew you would know what to say," Peter says, shooting Bruce a small smile.

Bruce mirrors his grin, pushing his glasses up with one green finger.

"Peter, I have destroyed more government property than anyone in the world, all because I couldn't control my anger. I have hurt people, and I can't take anything back. I know you aren't exactly Hulk-level, but maintaining your composure is still important."

Bruce leans forward, patting Peter's knee.

"Anytime you feel that deep anger again, come over here after school. I have a little lab area upstairs– we can play with chemicals, make some explosions, right? Get a little bit of that energy out in a positive way. Okay?"

Bruce holds out his hand. Peter gives him a high five, laughing.

"Yeah, okay," he says.

Bruce shows him the lab quickly and gives him the code, "In case you need to come here when I'm not around." Peter thanks him as he leaves, even hugging him for half a second before scampering down the steps. Happy is still waiting at the corner, frowning at something on his phone. Sliding in, Peter sighs. The bruises on his knuckles are gone, as is that heat in his veins.

"All good, kid?" Happy asks, starting the car. Peter nods.

"Thanks, Happy," he says.

Happy grunts, but there's a slight smile on his lips when Peter catches his eye in the rearview mirror.

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Lies and Discoveries Ch. 5

Pairing: Toshinori Yagi (All Might) x Reader

Words: 2k

Summary: You’ve been in a relationship with Toshinori Yagi for a while now, but you’re just now realizing that he’s been lying to you. Trying to get the truth out of the man is difficult when you can barely get ahold of him, let alone have a conversation with him...

A/N: For you Anon! ^_^ You weren’t rude at all! I forgot I didn’t put this on here... Hope you like it!

“What’s with all the extra security?” you ask as Toshinori meet for lunch. You noticed more heroes roaming around the school and this part of the city, and more of the hero teachers keeping an eye out while on campus.

“Some reporters got through into the campus the other day,” he explained, showing you to one of the lounges to eat. “Apparently someone with a quirk disintegrated the security fences.”

“Why would they…?”

Toshinori shrugged, holding the door open. “That’s why everyone’s keeping an eye out, we’re not sure. Figures it’d happen on my day off,” he muttered, feeling a little disappointed.

“Oh?” you ask, eye brow raised. The two of you had spent all day together yesterday just relaxing. You two hadn’t gotten to see much of the other lately other than meals, and maybe a sleepover or two. He’d sent you pictures of him with piles and piles of paperwork, with giant cups of tea and snacks laying on the table. For his day off, you had done nothing but relax. There was a picnic, followed by a movie Toshinori had wanted to see, and a walk on a nearby beach around the sunset. It was simple and perfect.

He stopped for a second, replaying what he said over again. “Not that yesterday wasn’t great!”

“I’m just teasing you, Yagi. It’s alright,” you tell him. “It is worrisome though. Who’d want to break into the school?”

He didn’t answer, instead looking out the windows towards the front of the school. Thankfully, the front gates had been quickly repaired, but if someone could just disintegrate it how long would it be until they did it again? Or worse?

Sure enough, worse came a few days later at Thirteen’s USJ building.

You had been going to an interview and had texted Toshinori beforehand. He was always so sweet asking how they went and to keep him updated, although you knew he didn’t quite know what to say when it went bad. It always made your heart feel warm when he tried, though a hug from him was usually enough to make you feel better.

You had discovered that finding a job was harder than you expected. Some places just weren’t hiring, some didn’t want to hire you because you’d go back to your job once your building got rebuilt. They didn’t want to have to go through the hiring process twice in several months’ time.

Just before you walk into the building, your phone buzzes with an incoming call from Recovery Girl. “Hey, where are you?” she asked, getting straight to the point.

“Just inside the city, not too far away from the school actually. Why?”

“Well… There was… an incident at the school, can you stop by? I’ll explain when you get here.”

There was something in her voice that had you turning towards the school at a run, interview forgotten. If Recovery Girl was asking for you then something big must have happened. The television screens around the city didn’t have anything yet, so it must not have gotten out whatever it was. A few ambulances and police sirens began wailing in the distance and you begin to feel uneasy. You rip off your heels to run quicker, getting to U.A. as fast as you can. Police cars and an ambulance fly by in the opposite direction, towards where you know the closest hospital was. What the hell happened?

Dread creeped through your veins, feeling like lead had settled in your stomach. Toshinori had better be okay!

There were a few of the other teachers and police officers outside the gates and they stopped you as you tried to go in. You try to explain that Recovery Girl called you, but they weren’t listening until the woman herself had to let you in.

“What happened?” you ask her, looking around. The children looked a little forlorn, each giving off various states of anxiety and shock, while some others felt a fierce determination. No one seemed harmed.

“There was a villain attack on the USJ. The students and the teachers were attacked violently. As bad as it is, I’m thankful it was mostly the teachers who were seriously hurt,” Recovery Girl told you, walking through the halls at a normal pace. She felt fairly normal, if a little tired, and didn’t seem to be in any hurry. “They’ve already taken the teachers to the hospital as quickly as they could, but there was a student along with Toshinori who got themselves hurt…”

“Toshinori’s hurt?” you freeze.

The shorter woman nods, not quite meeting your eyes. “I’ve fixed him up as good as I can for now, but he’ll need to take it easy for at least a day and see me another day or so.” She looks at you closely, pulling you along. “Don’t do anything rash, we don’t know much yet. And all the students were fine, that’s what we should be concerned about.”

“Nothing rash, got it,” you force a chuckle, a quiet rage simmering in your blood. If there was one thing you couldn’t stand, it was when people hurt others unnecessarily. Or worse, when someone hurt the few people you cared about. “Which room is he in?”

Recovery Girl sighed and opened her sliding door to her office. She let you run in, your eyes wandering over Toshinori as he laid in bed, feet hanging over the edge just a bit. He had wrappings all around his torso and a small bandage on his cheek, while the boy you had met before was settled into the other bed.

“Oh, uh, he-hey,” Toshinori tried to smile at you, pretending that he wasn’t laying in a hospital bed. “I promise I’m fine.”

“If you call this fine, we need to have another talk,” you say, trying to match his nonchalance but failing. You could feel he was tired and troubled about something but overall fine, so you let it go for now. Instead, you try not cry at how tired he looked. With the same weight in your stomach you sit on the bed next to him. You wanted to hug him, but considering he was wrapped in bandages, it didn’t sound like a good idea. “How are you faring?” you ask the boy; Midoriya if you remembered right.

“Oh! I-I’m fine! Or, at least, I will be,” he flashed you a shaky smile while looking at his arm. “Nice to see you again.”

You give the boy a weak smile, before looking at Toshinori. He grabs your hand, telling you that he was alright, really, but you weren’t buying it. There was something he wasn’t telling you, and if Recovery Girl couldn’t heal him all the way then the fight must’ve been intense. You weren’t even sure how he fought to get hurt to begin with. Although, you could see him jumping in to save students regardless of the danger he’d put himself in. That’s just the kind of good, heroic thing he’d do. You swore his good nature was going to get him seriously hurt one day.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and a detective came in. “Hey- oh! You have company,” he smiled. You get a generally good vibe from him using a bit of your quirk which put you at ease. He didn’t seem like he was bringing bad news. “I was just going to ask them some questions about today, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Toshinori answered. Then he looked at you, Midoriya, and the detective, worrying slightly. The other two felt slightly uncomfortable even though they had pleasant smiles. Fine, you could read the room without the help of your quirk.

“I’ll go find Recovery Girl,” you tell Toshinori, trying not to feel slighted by his wave of relief. “Text me later, or else I’ll worry.” You grab his hand and kiss the top of it, much to his embarrassment, as you leave. With one last look at Toshinori, you shut the door to give them some privacy.

Making your way through the halls around sunset gave the school a different feel. Although, it could just be everyone’s general apprehension for what transpired at the USJ. There were still heroes and staff walking around, trying to make sure the students got out alright, making sure to stay close and on alert. However, you still hadn’t found Recovery Girl.

“Hey, Present Mic!” you call, heading towards the man that was about to head out. You had met him a couple times throughout the years, but it had been a while. “Have you seen Recovery Girl?”

“No, I haven’t,” he told you, hand on his hip. “Last I saw, she was trying to get ahold of the hospital to get updates on the teachers who were hurt.”

He seemed a little shaken up, not being as animated and loud as he usually was. “Who all was hurt?”

“Just four of us: Thirteen and Aizawa were taken to the hospital, I haven’t heard anything yet. All Might and one of the students were also injured, but Recovery Girl took care of them,” he explained, before a flash caught your attention. Distaste made Present Mic’s lips purse as he looked at the front gates, “Vultures.”

Wait… “What about Toshinori?” you ask, watching the few people and reporters that were already outside the school’s campus. There weren’t that many yet, thankfully.

Mic sighed, “I should go deal with them before they get worse, see ya!”

“Wait, what about Toshinori?” you ask again before the man gets too far.

“I told you already, he’s up there with Recovery Girl,” he said loud enough so you could hear but didn’t yell so those outside would hear. Confused, you couldn’t ask anymore questions before the man was at the gate, already almost having to push the people back.

What did he mean ‘I told you already’? He had said All Might and the student was up there, but Midoriya was the only student up in the nurse’s office…

“Hello!” a voice popped up next to you, startling you completely. It was the principal. “Can I speak with you for a moment in my office?”

“Uh, sure,” you agree, your mind still trying to process what Present Mic had said. There was no way… Right? Or… maybe there was? Quirks were weird sometimes.

You almost felt like you were in trouble following the principal to his office. Nothing you could sense felt off in any way, other than the principal’s worry who you assumed was for his staff and student. He opened the door for you, letting you enter his office first. Principal Nezu took his time settling back into his chair at the large desk in front of you. Then he seemed to pause and think about something for a moment.

“What did you need?” you ask him, hoping to get to the point. You really needed to go find Recovery Girl, and maybe Toshinori.

“How would you feel about a job?” he asked, smile on his face and as pleasant as can be. He even seemed to almost swing his feet a bit in his chair.

“…A job?” What the heck was going on today?

“Yes,” he told you simply. “I’ve asked Recovery Girl who you were and have done some research on you as well. As you know, there was an incident before with the front gates, and now the altercation at the training facility. I’m afraid there will be even more pressure on the school and the staff to ensure the safety of the students.”

You nod as you wait for him to continue as he opened a file on his desk. “It seems that you know a lot of Pro Heroes out there, from all sorts of agencies, and it looks like your main office building was destroyed a few weeks ago leaving you jobless.”

Yeah, just rub it in…

“Your quirk lets you sense those around you, yes?” Principal Nezu asked, eyeing you closely.

“Sort of. I can get a very general sense of a person, yes, or sense if someone is around. But those are just the basics of my quirk,” you tell the… mouse? Dog? Small bear, maybe? You weren’t really sure, but he was kind of cute.

“Excellent,” he smiled, making some notes into the file. “You can start in a few days, once we give the students a little time off.”

Ummm… “What exactly is the job? You haven’t said…”

“Oh, just helping out the teachers and the staff keep an eye on those who come to and from the school. Using your quirk, I’d like you to keep an extra sense out for those around the campus,” the principal told you, still making notes.

“Seriously?!” you gasp, eyes wide as you watch Nezu set the pen down and shut the file. There was no way this was happening, right? You had been searching for a job for weeks.

“Absolutely. Security is something we need to completely redo considering all that has happened recently. There are those here who trust you implicitly, and other Pro Heroes that I’ve talked to who had nothing but good things to say. Plus, your time with a police agency in the past gives you an extra edge. You’re the perfect candidate for this job.”

You open your mouth to answer, but then close it. This seemed far too perfect, too easy. However, you really did need a job. The savings you had was beginning to dwindle, and you already felt bad for having Toshinori help you for weeks. “Can I think about it?”

“Of course,” the mouse? - you were going with mouse- agreed easily. “Please give me an answer within the next couple days. Have a good evening.”

Nodding, you feel like your world is off just a bit, tilted on its axis. Between your talk with Mic and the principal, you needed time to think, to process. And you still had to find Recovery Girl because you had some questions that you were getting answers to even if you used your quirk to sense them.

Thankfully, she was in her office once you returned. The beds were empty now, just her sitting at her desk looking slightly stressed.

“Chiyo,” you say, looking at the floor.

“What’s wrong? You don’t look so good, come sit,” she waved you over, sitting you into a nearby stool. You laughed weakly as she checked your temperature with her hand, checking over you like a parent would. Maybe a grandparent in Chiyo’s case.

“I just got offered a job by Principal Nezu,” you tell her. Seriously, the job would be amazing and much needed since you don’t have an office. “I’d be keeping an eye out for the students and faculty, looking for anything or anyone out of place…”

She nods along. “With your quirk that would be easier, I thought you’d make a good person for the job. You don’t seem excited?”

You should be; You should be ecstatic. You’d get to work at a highly prestigious school, Hell, you’d just get to work, but… “Am I dating All Might?” you ask quietly.

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Jealousy

//Another fiction because i prepare to reply to all my scheduled posts soon//

It was another long and tiresome mission in front of them... Daifuku was sent away together with his fellow Triplets, Katakuri and Oven, to a foreign land full of tasty sweets they had to bring back to their mother for her pleasure. Ever since the mission had started, Daifuku was annoyed and couldnt pinpoint exactly why. Maybe the constant bragging of Oven being their mother’s favorite made it exhausting for him to bare, maybe it was the extremely hot weather which made him sweat in his rather thick mantle of fur. Either way, he was shortly before blowing up and decided to go up to the lookout.

Oven was busy in talking with Katakuri about their mission, proud in having gotten the command over them for this special task. Katakuri listened slightly absent minded, feeling the tense mood around the ship. The Mochi Man couldn’t help but to feel nervous about their brother’s obvious brooding mood currently, he could endanger their mission with it.

“We should be taking roughly three days until our estimate approach on Kulakku Island. If we take this route we are way faster, don’t you think Kata?” Oven asked, showing his brother the map he was holding. Katakuri nodded and gave their crewmembers orders accordingly.

“Yes, it seems the fastest route, the quicker we finish this, the better it will be. Daifuku is extremely pissed and i am afraid this could be dangerous for our mission...” Katakuri replied deep in thoughts, looking up at the lookout.

Oven shrugged his shoulders, not really knowing what his brother was talking about. Daifuku was always like that, nothing really has changed at all. The middle triplet...the hardliner as many siblings called him. Daifuku wasn’t really favored among his fellow kin, being always in last places in popularity votes which didn’t mattered much in the beginning either way, given that Flampe, their annoying little sister was manipulating most of them anyway. The only ever really got something out of this was little Flampe’s ego and to show off who she likes and who not.

“Relax, brother. Dai is always like this, or do you remember a day he wasn’t grumpy at all? I mean even as we were kids, he constantly was moaning and pissing off about nearly everything” Oven retorted, grinning.

“Even Mama realized that and you know what happened after this one particular event, right?” he added, nudging his brother. “No wonder she can’t really stand him” Oven laughed, sitting down on a barrel. “Can’t help being her favorite after all. It’s a burden i can tell you that. Hahahahaha”

Katakuri ignored his brother’s boasting mostly, crossing his arms, a serious look on his face. He didn’t liked Mama’s favoritism a single bit and was worried that this quirk of hers would be their downfall one of these days...The oldest triplet decided to go after Daifuku and left Oven behind.

“Where are you going, Kata?” he asked, raising a brow. He didn’t get an answer though. With a huff, Oven turned towards the other side, looking out on the sea, watching the waves doing their thing. The Heat Man was well aware of being his mother’s favorite and was eager to keep this image up no matter what. He wanted to please her so desperately that he turned into a rigorous fighter for her, being the loyal son and follower she deserved. He wouldn’t even stop in fighting his siblings if one of them should be foolish enough to rebel against their mother.

“This is going to be a blast. I hope Mama will be happy with the results” he muttered to himself, leaning back a little, enjoying the sun on his skin.

Meanwhile:

Daifuku was sitting in the crows nest, looking out on the sea with an absent look. Katakuri arrived shortly after, watching his younger brother with a curious look. He climbed up the rest of the ladder and sat aside of Daifuku, not looking at him.

“You look absent minded, Daifuku. What’s wrong?” he asked nonchalantly, trying to start of neutrally. Daifuku snorted and turned his head away from Katakuri.

“As if you or Oven would care that much...being Mama’s favorite is a time consuming business...no need to tell me” he muttered, hunching over slightly, hugging his legs.

“I just needed a break from Oven’s constant blabbering about being Mama’s favorite and being leader of this mission. It goes on my nerves” he added, kicking away a pebble. Katakuri listened to his brother intensively, understanding his problems maybe better than the former thought so himself. “He was always like that, it rubbed off of Mama...we can’t change that.” Katakuri replied solemnly, patting his brother’s shoulder pads.

Daifuku simply shrugged it off, standing up in full height. Katakuri watched him walking away a little.

“Either way, i have to ask you one thing, please try to keep your feelings surpressed while on this mission. Mama really wants these sweets and we can’t botch this up...try to contain your anger, just for this mission, alright?”

“Then tell Oven to stop bragging about being Mama’s favorite!” Daifuku yelled back, growling under his breath. “I have done everything to make her proud of me, everything, you hear me??? I was always dutiful and loyal, never i disrespected her or her orders at all. Yet she keeps on ignoring me, shunting me off any sort of recognition in favor for Oven! And even you...as a Sweet Commander you are double in her favorites after all...”

The oldest triplet sighed and got up as well, putting a hand on Daifukus shoulder, gripping it hard.

“Again, as i said, i can understand you...but i got to ask you to stop your jealousy for this mission. Do you got that?” Katakuri insisted, still keeping a tight grip on Daifuku, focusing with his sharp eyes.

A short silence followed by a growl signaled Katakuri that Daifuku had given up. He nodded his head slowly, turning away to climb down the lookout. Katakuri watched him as he left the crows nest.

Down on deck again:

Oven nodded off slightly, snoring softly as heavy footsteps made the floor shake slightly. Daifuku purposely nudged Oven hard, making the former waking up in a startle, blinking a few times.

“Oh you`re back, huh?” he grinned, settling himself in order again. Daifuku ignored his remark and sat down on another barrel not far away from Oven. Katakuri joined his siblings too, as he had to keep an eye on these two just in case. There was an eerie silence between the triplets that everyone could feel on board. A few soldiers went under deck because the density of their brooding was too much for them to bear.

Three days later:

Their mission was a fully success, the forces of the island were nothing against the triplets and so soon their ship was full of deliciously sweets, ready for Charlott LinLin’s always empty stomach.

Oven grinned like a chesire cat while carrying the loot back to their ship, boasting about their victory, while Katakuri silently brought back their goods. Daifuku was silent as well, carrying his package without much fuss.

“Mama is going to be so happy, i can’t wait to show her all the stuff we got here...” he boasted, laughing out loud. Katakuri nodded slowly, loading off the sweets carefully. Daifuku growled under his breath, throwing the sweets on deck a little more forcefully.

“Yo, careful with that, bro. Mama will go ballistic if anything happens to these babies here...” Oven exclaimed, still grinning. Daifuku shot a glance back at him, squinting his eyes dangerously. A vein popped up from his head and it took everything he got to keep silent.

Katakuri felt his tension rising every minute, he hoped they would hold back until they reached Whole Cake again...

“I am so sorry, Mama’s favorite...i will be extra careful now because of that!” Daifuku retorted passive aggressively, pushing Oven aside.

“What’s your problem, Dai?” he retorted, ticked off slightly. “Playing jealous middle child again?”

“Dear god...” Katakuri muttered, facepalming. A vision came to his eyes and a shocked gasp escaped his mouth...

A low growl came from Daifuku who now had enough for good...he stepped over to Oven, inhaling deeply...After a couple of seconds he punched Oven right in his face, so hard that he send him flying a few meters.

“Say that again, clone!” now he used the word Streusen used for Oven more than once. He knew it ticked him off being called that. Oven growled and got up quickly, pacing over to Daifuku, grabbing the fur of his coat hard.

“What was that? Did you just called me...clone??? Well let me show you the power of a clone then!” Oven growled, squinting his eyes angrily.

“Cut it out, you two” Katakuri snapped, going in between them quickly. Daifuku punched Oven’s face hard. He returned the favor though and so the two of them got into an intense fist fight. The oldest triplet watched annoyed as both hot heads had their battle of stubborness. Another vision haunted Katakuri’s mind and his eyes grew wide. In the last moment he stopped Oven from using his thousand degrees heat punch towards Daifuku. His Mochi was melting away from the heat.

“What did i told you two knuckleheads?” he bellowed, grabbing both his brother’s heads, smashing them into each other. Oven and Daifuku fell back on their backs, rubbing their faces angrily. A cage of Mochi was surrounding each of the fighting siblings now, effectively holding them off from punching each other’s guts.

“I don’t like to repeat myself...enough is enough. You will cool down now and we all will return to Whole Cake...got it?” he said, looking at Daifuku and Oven in turns. Both men huffed and crossed their arms.

“Tell that Mama’s favorite over there...he started it with his endless boasting!” Daifuku bellowed, growling like a dog.

“Your jealousy was always your weakness, Daifuku, you`re nothing more than a big baby!” Oven retorted, gritting his teeth.

This went on the whole way back to Whole Cake. Katakuri tried his best to ignore the quabbling siblings but it was hard to do so. After another long three days, they finally returned, everyone was exhausted. Oven and Daifuku had calmed down by now, still pissed at each other though.

On the shore line, Streusen was already waiting for them. He wanted to get the sweets for LinLin so he could arrange them accordingly to her taste. As the ship came in sight, Streusen went over to the pier, watching the triplets come down with their respective loot.

“Welcome back! I see you were successful, huh? Good, very good. Help me get these sweets to the Chateau, will you?” the old man took a couple of bags himself, albeit being nearly 90 years by now, he still wanted to show that he was capable of working hard. Not that anyone would ever had said such a thing about the Head Chef, he was idolized in all of Whole Cake and Totland itself, being the co-founder of the kingdom after all. While everyone helped in getting the sweets to the Chateau, Daifuku and Oven had continued quabbling like before.

In Big-mom’s throne room:

LinLin was happily munching on the sweets the siblings brought back to her. Crunching sounds were heard as yet another delicious pastry went down the hatch. Being content with the sweets, Charlotte LinLin let call out for Katakuri, Oven and Daifuku to congrat them on their successful mission.

“Ahhh, there you are...good job you three. The sweets are simply delicious, i can’t get enough of them! Hahahamamamama” she boasted, leaning back happily. She winked Oven over to her and caressed his head affectionated. A grin spread across the youngest triplings face, looking at Daifuku in a provocating way.

“I am so proud of you, i bet you did the most for that mission, am i right, Oven?” she patted his head a few times. Daifuku nearly went berserk but was held back by Katakuri just in time. He sighed, holding the middle triplet back as good as possible.

“You are just like your father, after all.” she mused, tilting her head absent minded. LinLin lifted Oven up in her hand,rubbing her cheek on his body. Katakuri looked away, still holding his grip on Daifuku.

“Hahaha it’s alright Mama. We did our best as usual!” Oven replied, enjoying the closeness to his mother greatly. It was not often she showed emotions like that. She really must have been happy about the sweets. “Well if that was it, i would like to return to my Minister Duties, Mama.” Katakuri exclaimed.

Big-Mom nodded and sent him off. Daifuku was still there, watching Oven and his mother cuddling. His heart ached even more than before and without saying another word, he turned around to leave, in the slight hope that his mother would call him back, giving him a rub on his head as well...it never came of course. As usual...Biting his lip frustrated he bid his farewell and left the room. LinLin not even recognized that he had left, she simply didn’t cared. Her heart was full with sweets now and being close to her favorite son who looked so much alike his father...her one true love...

Streusen who watched the scene from behind, sighed and left the room as well, being reminded on Forge, his life long rival made him cringe inside. Oven was looking so much like him, it made him sick. As he walked out, he saw Daifuku sitting on a bench, his head was hanging low. He could imagine what was going on in the mans head but decided to leave it be. Being a parent figure to most of the siblings he knew when to not disturb them. This moment was such a case. He had a lot work to do either way, there was a great banquet coming up soon and he had to make preparations for it either way.

“You did a good job back there, Daifuku.” he exclaimed as walking by the younger man. Said man was simply listening, not responding to it at all. He wanted to jump up though but knew this was just too much. Daifuku gritted his teeth.

“You really think so?” he replied gloomy, looking up at the chef with a glance. Streusen nodded,smiling gently. “Yes, i do think that way. Don‘t take it personally, Oven is a case no one can go against...” he added, walking away with a hum.

After a couple of minutes, Daifuku got up and went outside the Chateau, in direction of the woods. He needed some time for himself now and knew he would find it in the depths of green trees and bushes. He often went there if in need for some peace and quiet. He climbed up one certain tree and leaned back, closing his eyes.

The end

//Timeline pre-timeskip, age of triplets: 46/ Big-Mom:66/Streusen: 88//

#charlotte family #charlotte katakuri #charlotte oven #fanficiton

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hamiltontrashaccount · 7 years

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Promise Me: Part 6 (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG SCHOOL IS WACK EW EW EW EW BUT HERE IT IS YALL HOPE YOU LOVE IT <3

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Word Count: 2847 (damn das long)

Warnings: some NSFW things, cursing, just anthony ramos in general sooo

MASTERLIST

You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back.

One of Anthony’s hand traveled back up and cupped your face, bringing it higher so that he could get a better angle of your lips. The kiss got deeper and deeper by the second. It started out hard and fast, but the more you two got used to the taste of each other’s mouth, the slower the kiss became.

His lips slowly caressed yours, sliding his tongue between your lips. You moaned and he responded by lightly pulling on your hair. Your bodies were still grinding to the music, and the kiss was still getting hotter. Your arms snaked around his neck and your fingers buried themselves deep into his curls.

When Anthony started biting your lip, you felt a vibration from the back of your jeans.

You broke away from the kiss and Anthony groaned.

“I think my pants are vibrating.”

“Kinky.” Anthony mumbled. He started to kiss your neck while you took your phone out to check who it was that was calling you.

It was Phillipa. She had called you ten minutes ago, and the vibration that you felt was her sending a text.

“Hey, pick up your phone”

“I’m heading home soon, do you want anything to eat?” She texted.

“Antho- Mmmmm…” You moaned when Anthony started sucking your skin. “Wait, no stop.” He pulled away and looked at you.

“What’s up?”

“Phillipa is going home now and we’re nowhere near there.”

“Oh shit.” he said. He grabbed your arm and started dragging you towards the door.

“Oh my god, I’m so wasted. She’s gonna know I went out.”

“Relax. She can’t get mad at you for leaving the house. Didn’t she tell you to go out and do something?”

“Kinda? Wait, slow down. You’re gonna make me sick.”

“That’s not something I hear often.” Anthony mumbled, slowing down to let you breath.

Your phone vibrated again.

Another text from Phillipa. “I’m like 20 minutes away, I guess youre asleep.”

“Aw shit, she’s almost home. We gotta hurry.” You said, starting to walk faster.

Anthony was finally able to hail down a cab.

“Hey, if you make it there as fast as you can, I’ll give you an extra $20 tip.” Anthony said after he told the cabbie where to go.

“Does that mean you want me to run some red lights?” He asked, turning around to look at the both of you.

“Do whatever you want.” You said.

The cabbie shrugged and drove off. You and Ant were pushed back by the force of the car’s speed.

The cab got in front of your apartment building 10 minutes later. You both ran up the stairs, knowing the elevator was probably going to take too long.

Once inside your apartment, you and Anthony took a breath.

“We did it.” Anthony said. Suddenly you heard Phillipa and Steven’s voice from behind the door.

“Oh fuck. You’re not supposed to be here.” You said. Anthony looked around, searching for a way out.

“My window!” You whisper-shouted. Anthony nodded and followed you into your room.

You practically pushed him out of your window. “Hurry up!”

“Hey, wait! Don’t I get a goodbye?”

You rolled your eyes. You gave Ant a kiss on the cheek and he smiled, then left. You shut the window and heard the front door open.

“Y/N!” Phillipa called out. You quickly took off your jeans and threw on your pajama bottoms.

“I’m in my room!” You answered. Phillipa walked in, wearing a short dress and high heels.

“How was the date?” You asked, giving her a wink.

She giggled and sat down on your bed. “It was fun. Me and Steve went pretty far and we tried like three different restaurants.” She turned her head to the side. “What’s that on your neck?”

“What?” You said, turning around to look in the mirror. Right there, in the middle of your neck, was the biggest fucking hickey to ever exist in mankind.

“Oh, I dropped my phone on me last night.” You explained.

“Damn, how high did you have the phone? Mine has dropped on me but its never that bad.”

You shrugged your shoulders. Phillipa sighed and said, “Okay, well it’s almost 1 in the morning so I’m heading off to bed.”

“‘Kay. Goodnight.” You said, hugging her. When she was out of the room, you grabbed your phone to text Anthony.

Without looking at the contact, you typed out, “You gave me a hickey, shithead.” You had just hit send when you looked at who you sent it to.

BOYS WITH BIG CATS

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck no.” You said, typing out an apology.

“That wasn’t meant for you guys ignore that omfg”

“Who the hell is giving you hickeys at 1 o’clock in the morning?” Daveed asked.

“No one. I said ignore the text.” You texted before shutting off your phone. “I need to sleep.”

The next day was chill. You and Phillipa spent the day inside, only leaving to get food then coming back home. You and Phillipa finished watching season 6 of Gilmore Girls that night.

“Loralei and Luke belong together.” Phillipa said.

“I know. Oooh, also Jess and Rory. I love them.” You added.

“Meh, I preferred Logan.”

“No way! Logan is hot, but Jess is sexy.”

“I guess.”

It was 10 by the time the last episode finished. Phillipa said she was going to head off to bed then left the living room.

Since you hadn’t checked it in a while, you decided to look at the boy’s groupchat.

They sent a good amount of messages in the group chat that day, too many for you to read them all so late.

You were skimming the messages, trying to get a gist of what the boys had talked about when you read a message from Daveed that made you stop.

“Anthony gave you the hickey, I fucking knew it”

“What? What would make you think that” Anthony asked.

“Oh, maybe this picture here that a friend of mine took”

Sure enough, Daveed had a picture of you and Anthony making out at the party.

“That doesn't even look like us”

“Oh shut up we all know it was you guys. Why are you trying to hide it” Oak sent.

“Whatever" Anthony said, with an emoji that was rolling it's eyes behind the text.

The conversation changed after that, to sports then to some restaurant.

You didn't respond to any message, knowing they would start blowing up your phone again if they saw you were awake.

The next day, Phillipa invited you to go to the theater with her. While Phillipa was in the shower, you baked some brownies real quick, wanting to give the cast a little bit of sweets before their performance.

Of course, Daveed was the first person to walk up to you.

“Are those brownies?” He asked, pointing to the pan that you were carrying.

You nodded your head. Daveed wasted no time in trying to grab the pan from you before you loved it out of his reach.

“This is for everyone.”

He frowned and let you walk ahead of him to let everyone else grab.

Nobody was really doing anything, since the show started in an hour and a half.

Anthony walked towards you. “Hey,” he said.

You smiled at him and raised the pan, offering him a brownie.

“Well don't mind if I do.” He said taking one and moaning as he took a bite. “These are fucking good.”

You giggled and thanked him. You both stared at each other, completely forgetting that there were other people in the room with you two.

You suddenly remembered the night before last and your cheeks turned red. As if he could read your mind, Anthony's face started turning red also, but a smirk looked like it was trying to make its way out.

Someone cleared their throat, making you and Ant get out of whatever trance you had each other in.

“I'm gonna go give brownies to other people.” You said. Anthony nodded his head and turned away from you. You saw him shake his head as he walked away.

You found Oak in his room, texting on his phone.

“Who you textin?” You asked him. “A hot date?”

Oak laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, my girlfriend. She might be coming to see the show today.”

“Oh cool, I wanna meet her.”

“Of course.” He said, taking a brownie from the pan.

Pretty soon the brownies we're all gone, some people having gotten seconds.

“Arm wrestle, you and me!” Daveed shouted to Anthony.

They were both on stage, so you and a couple of people had to walk from backstage to see the battle.

“Let's go!” Anthony shouted. Both him and Daveed took of their shirts.

A couple of people cheered, you being one of them.

Jasmine was standing next to you. “Do they always do this?” You asked.

“Yeah, any time someone challenges you to an arm wrestle, you have to do it shirtless.”

You gave her a confused look and she shrugged in response.

Everyone watched both men struggle to win the game. In the end, Anthony won.

Everyone cheered for him and he jumped around, throwing his hands in the air. When the cheering died down, everyone walked away, going back to doing whatever they were doing before the game.

You couldn't help but start at Anthony's body. You already knew he was ripped, but shirts didn't do him justice. His body was so much better with no clothes on.

You tried your best to not stare at him, you really did. But it was hard; maybe one of the hardest things you'd ever done. Anthony, thankfully, didn't catch you staring, but it seemed like he knew you were watching. His biceps flexed much more than usual; the veins in his arms were more pronounced. And his ass in those jeans? Perfection.

You walked around, passing by different dressing rooms, still thinking about how amazing Anthony looked and how much more amazing he would look if he we're completely nak-

“Hey!” You heard Anthony say, stopping your thoughts from going completely in the gutter. He was still shirtless.

“Hey.” You greeted back, trying hard not to look down.

“Are you staying for the show or…?”

“Oh yeah, of course. What else am I gonna do, right?” You laughed awkwardly.

Anthony chuckled with you, just as awkward. Both of you stood in silence before Anthony stepped aside to let you into his dressing room. You walked in and he closed the door, leaving a small crack open.

“So what is this whole… taking off your shirt thing?” You asked, gesturing to his naked torso.

“I don't know. It's this dumb rule we made up that when we have an arm wrestle we do it shirtless.” He said. “Not a lot of people like to play it, for obvious reasons.”

“Well duh. Who can compete with that body?”

He winked. “That's what I've been saying.”

The conversation stopped. In the silence, you finally looked down at Anthony's shirtless body. Without realizing it, you licked your lips. He smirked, moving closer to you. You moved your eyes up, drinking in his beauty before you finally looked at his face. His lips looked amazing; you could remember the taste of them from Saturday and you had the worst thought ever: you needed to kiss him again.

Without thinking, you grabbed into his face and brought his mouth down to yours.

He kissed you back, his arms wrapping around your waist. You opened your mouth, letting his tongue slide between your teeth.

The kiss felt just the same as it did that day. It was just as hot and just as sensual.

So it wasn’t the alcohol. You thought.

Anthony’s hands moved down to grab your ass, rubbing you into his body like he’d done that weekend. Your own hands buried themselves into his hair, pulling at the curls, making him moan loudly. You broke away from the kiss.

“You trying to get us caught?” You giggled. He smiled and picked you up. You quickly wrapped your legs around him and he carried you over to the small desk. He sat you down on it, his lips never leaving your neck.

“You better not leave another hickey.” You said.

Anthony breaks away from your neck and looks at you. “Whoops.”

“Ant!” You shouted, hitting him on his shoulder. He smiled again and reached up to kiss you.

You weren’t mad anymore. At that moment, the only thing that mattered was Anthony, his lips, and all the places his hands were roaming. The entire world melted away, until Anthony was the only thing you could think about.

“Woah.” A voice said from the doorway.

You and Anthony quickly moved away from each other. You felt a breeze on your chest and looked down to see that Anthony had stretched your shirt low in order for him to kiss down your chest. You tried to lift your shirt up to cover up your breasts and failed, so you settled for just putting your arms over your chest. You could see Ant trying to fix his jeans; you guessed it was to hide the boner he’d gotten during your makeout session.

Oak was the one standing at the door. You released the breath that you’d been holding since you’d been caught.

“Y/N, I think you have a little something right there,” Oak said, pointing at a spot on your neck. You knew that he was talking about the hickey.

“Okay.”

“You should look at it, it’s really big. It’s right there. All big and purple, just this huge bruise in the middle of your neck.” He looked lower. “You also have one-”

“I get it! Just get out!” You shouted, pointing at the door.

Oak slowly backed out of the room, holding his arms up in surrender. He didn’t close the door on his way out.

You ran to the door and slammed it shut. “You don’t think he’s gonna tell, right?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

“Definitely as in he won’t tell, or definitely as in he will tell?”

“Answer choice B.”

You turned to Ant. “What?”

“Relax, relax. I’ll talk to him.”

You didn’t respond, only stared at Ant.

“Hey, it’ll be fine. All we were doing was making out.”

“Anthony, I’m not embarrassed, I’m worried. What if he tells Phillipa?”

“I- Y/N, I don’t know why you’re so scared of Pippa knowing that we’re hanging out.”

“Because… She...”

Anthony looked at you, waiting for an answer.

“I… She said you’re a player. That you won’t treat me right, and that...” You didn’t want to say the other thing that Phillipa told you.

“That?”

“That you’re an asshole and that you don’t even deserve me.”

Anthony looked angry. “What? Is that what you think of me?”

“No, Anthony, I-”

“I don’t do that, I don’t- Gah!” He ran his fingers through his hair and turned away from you.

“Anthony,” you said walking up behind him and putting your hand on his shoulder. “I don’t think of you like that.” He turned his head slightly until he could see you in the corner of his eye and you kept talking. “I don’t think you’re an asshole. I think you’re the sweetest, most thoughtful guy I’ve ever known. You always know how to make me laugh and if I’m ever angry or sad, you always know how to calm me down. You’re my best friend in the whole world. There’s no way I could not talk to you.”

Anthony was now facing you. “Best friend?”

You were silent before you swallowed your fears and said, “Yes... but I wish you were more.”

His eyes flashed with emotion; could that be hope that you saw?

“I- I’ve never felt like this about anyone. You complete me. And I can never stop myself from thinking what would it be like if we were… more, you know?”

He smiled and his hands cupped your face. “Me too.”

“Me too what?”

“I want to be more too. I want to be so much more.” He dropped his head until your foreheads touched. “God, I like you so much it hurts.”

You smiled and tilted your head up to kiss him but he moved back before you could.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? If Phillipa finds out… I just don’t want this to ruin what you guys have with each other.”

You shook your head. “It doesn’t matter what she thinks about us. I just want to be with you.”

Anthony smiled. He slowly brought your heads together until your lips were almost touching. The suspense was too much. Without waiting another second, you slammed your lips onto his and you both kissed each other until you knew he had to get ready for the show.

As you walked out of the dressing room, you sighed. God, You thought. Life is so great. What could go wrong?

#Anthony Ramos #anthony ramos x reader #anthony x reader #oak onaodowan #okieriete onaodawan #Daveed Diggs #phillipa soo #phillipa soo x reader #hamilton #hamiltrash #alexander hamilon #reader insert fic #hamilton: an american musical #wtf else do i tag this lol

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rememberstilinski · 7 years

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this sucks || isaac lahey

word count: 3680

warnings: none

prompt: “At birth, everyone has the date they will die tattooed on their arm. I was supposed to die yesterday.”

author’s note: posted before, but my old blog was deleted. here ya go! oh, and i got all the vamp stuff from the vampire diaries.

Death. It's an unstoppable force of nature. It was also something everyone in our world greeted with open arms. We feared it, yes, but we welcomed it when the time arrived. That's why we have the small tattoo on our wrists. The date you would meet your end. The date of your death was perfectly written in black cursive.

When you come into this world, you have one purpose. That's to live your life and live it to the fullest. I would forever remember the words my mother always told me, “live life with grace and beauty.” For us, it didn't matter how long you lived. Most people lived long and healthy lives, surely going into their 70’s and 80’s. Me, I would only live until I was 17.

There was no way of telling how you would be taken out of this world or who would take you out. I didn't know that my death would be because of a supernatural creature. I didn't know that when I died I would leave behind a boyfriend and a pack.

The latest supernatural threat rolling through Beacon Hills was a group of vampires. I'd never once thought that there would be vampires in the world, but since werewolves are real, I guess anything is possible. Our pack was dealing with them, but we knew nothing of this species, so we were extra careful with these beings. The McCall pack consists of myself, Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Allison, Malia, Kira, Liam, and my boyfriend, Isaac Lahey.

Days leading up to my death, the once dark ink on my skin was beginning to fade. Isaac was deeply concerned and didn't let me leave his side. The day that I was supposed to die was worse. He kept his eyes on me at all times. I get that he didn't want to let me go, but it was inevitable. It was going to happen no matter what.

We'd spent the night together, absorbing the warmth that radiated from our bodies one last time, before I was gone. Other than that, the day continued on as normal. The pack was planning something big, that could potentially get the vampire problem figured out. I went along, not letting my fate be a handicap.

The vampires had been all over town. They looked like normal people and walked around in sunlight. You wouldn't have been able to single them out unless you knew their scent. The smell of death and the cold air that surrounds them.

The pack realized most of them had taken up residence in Derek's building. Derek kept the building empty, but he'd been gone for a while so he didn't know who was there. We all went, prepared to fight. I may have been human, but I was a hunter. Strong and intelligent. Brave and determined.

Isaac and I were currently waiting for the rest of the pack to show up. We sat in my car, waiting for Stiles’ jeep or Scott’s bike to come into sight. For this mission, Allison and I would be teamed up. It was usually Isaac and I, but I denied because he would be distracted.

“Be safe today.” Isaac reminded me. I looked from the entrance of the parking lot to the curly haired boy sitting next to me. He was looking the same way I was, eyes squinted because the sun was in his eyes.

“I always am. You know that.” I said softly. Isaac’s gaze moved to me. His normally bright, blue eyes were dull and sad. Small specks of grey along his iris. That was a color in his eyes I'd never seen. All the time I've spent looking into his eyes and I'd never once seen any grey. There was usually specks of green or even orange, but never that grim color.

“You know what today is, Y/N.”

“I do. I'm okay with it, Isaac. You should be too.”

His eyes widened. “Okay with it? How could I possibly be okay with you leaving me?” He exclaimed, turning to me. He grabbed my hands and continued staring into my eyes. “With you dying?”

“I know, baby. I don't want to leave. But I can't stop it. It's inevitable, Isaac.” I cupped his strong jaw.

“I don't want to let you go, Y/N. I don't want you to die. I'm not me without you.” His slight accented voice broke.

My free hand moved to his chest, right over his heart. “Then keep me in here. Keep me in you heart.”

“I love you, Y/N. So, so much.” His broken voice muttered.

“I love you too, Lahey.” I mumbled, but he hear clear as day. At my words, I felt his heart rate increase under my palm. I loved seeing that I could make his pulse raise in this way. I pulled him in for a kiss.

His soft pink lips caress mine in the passionate movement filled with love as our eyes flutter shut. When he ran his lip over my lip in an attempt of entrance, I granted. My hand gripping the fabric of his white t-shirt tight. The feeling of his tongue running moving against mine sending chills down my spine and causing goosebumps to rise on my warm skin.

Isaac’s cologne filled my nose. The simple yet pleasing smell addicting and comfortable. A smell that would forever be my favorite. I wouldn't ever forget this particular smell. It was all over my sheets and on every single piece of clothing I owned.

We broke the kiss, needing air to fill our lungs once again. My eyes slowly opened and I saw him staring back at me, his signature smirk planted on his beautiful face. I smiled, biting my lip.

“You take my breath away.” I breathed out.

“Good.” His smirk still on his face as he placed a couple pecks on my lips. There was a knock at my window, startling the both of us. I turned around and saw the familiar face of my best friend, Allison.

She smiled and gestured for us to come with her. Isaac and I stepped out of the car and rounded to the trunk. I popped the hood, grabbing my wooden bullet gun. The bullets were laced in vervain, an herb that was similar to wolfsbane. I placed one of them behind my back and tucked it under my shirt. I grabbed the crossbow that would shoot out wooden stakes and made sure I had enough. Sticking a couple in my jacket, I closed the trunk and head over to the pack.

“Everyone knows the plan?” Scott asked, looking around for any uncertain expressions. I looked around and only saw determination and preparation on everyone’s face. Scott nodded and gestured to follow into the building. All the humans had vervain in their system, it would keep the vampires from killing anyone by drinking their blood.

I took my place by Allison and we walked up the stairs. She held her bow and had a bundle of arrows on her back. One arrow was placed on the bow, ready to shoot when the opportunity presented itself. I held my gun out and my grip was tight. “Stay by me.” Allison said suddenly.

I looked to her and rolled my eyes. “Did Isaac say something to you?”

Allison stopped walking and faced me. “No, Scott did. The date on your wrist is fading. You’re going to die soon. We can’t let you get hurt.” Her voice sympathetic and caring.

“Allison, you know it’s gonna happen anyway. This is something we have no control of.” I looked into her eyes. They were teary and full of hurt.

“I know.” Her voice broke. “I can’t stand losing you. I can’t lose my best friend.” She cried. I pulled her into a hug, the tears now filling my eyes.

“Don’t cry. You’ll make me cry.” I sniffled.

“I can’t help it. I’m gonna miss you so much. I mean, it has always been me, you, and Lydia.” Allison whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes and hugged her tighter.

“I love you, Allison. You were like the sister I never had.” After a few seconds, we pulled away and wiped our tears.

“I love you, too, Y/N.” I sent a smiled to her and she sent one back to me. We continued walking down the hall, weapons still in hand. All of a sudden, we heard a bang. The two of us turned around, eyebrows furrowed.

Then a blur raced pass up. I quickly turned around, and took the safety off my gun. Allison and I walked backwards toward each other, backs eventually pressing together. “Are you ready?” I asked, my voice shaky.

“Yeah. Are you?” Allison replied.

“You know it.” I smirked, ready to fight and be badass as always. The blur, got closer and it was shaped as a person. We knew that vampires moved fast, but we had an upper hand with the vervain laced bullets and arrows.

I felt the person push me into the wall, and heard Allison grunt. I only assumed that the same thing happened to her. I opened my eyes and saw my gun was on the other side of the hallway. Allison stood up and walked towards her bow, slowly; probably still in pain from the push.

Suddenly, a hand gripped my arm. I looked up and was meant with a man. The usual white in a person’s eyes was replaced with red, his pupils blown up and taking over the iris. Veins surrounding the skin, making them red and appear swollen. He flashed his white fangs. The sharpness of the teeth made me nervous. He pulled me up forcefully and held me against his chest.

“Ah, the hunters.” His accented voice said. “I’ve heard all about you guys. Argent and Y/L/N, I presume?” He only needed one arm to hold me close due to his strength.

Allison advanced towards us, bow and arrow in hand. “We’ve heard nothing of you. What’s your name?”

The man gasped, “How rude of me! I didn’t even introduce myself. My name is Christian. Christian Norwood.”

“Wish we could say it was nice to meet you.” I said, venom laced in my words. His hand suddenly moved to my throat, gripping tight and restricting my airflow.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you. Especially someone has breathtaking,” at the word, his hand squeezed tighter. “as yourselves.”

“Let her go!” Allison demanded. My hands flew to his hands, trying to pry his fingers from my throat, but it was no use.

“I’d rather not.”

“I said let her go!” Allison yelled, her bow in full preparation to shoot. She pulled the arrow back further.

“As you wish.” I heard the smirk in his voice. As if all time stopped, Christian bit into his wrist, drawing blood and bringing the blood to my mouth. I closed my lips tight, but he forced his wrist over my mouth and my mouth unwillingly opened. I felt the warm, rustic tasting liquid on my tongue, soon after feeling it travel down my throat. Without any warning, he snapped my neck.

“No!” Allison screamed, the tears falling down her face. The same time Allison screamed, I heard a very high-pitched voice scream my name. Lydia.

“You said let her go.” Christian spoke nonchalantly, letting my body fall from his grip and to the cold, hard cement floor.

Third Person Point of View

He took off and left the two girls in the hallway alone. Allison quickly ran to her best friend’s body. She dropped to the floor, leaving her bow next to her. The huntress brought the body into her arms. “No! No, what did he do to you?” Allison sobbed. A pair of running footsteps began echoing among the walls. Allison turned and saw Isaac standing in the entrance of the hall.

“How did you know?” Allison asked, tears falling down her high cheekbones.

“I-I heard her he-heart stop b-b-beating.” Isaac stuttered. He slowly walked to the body of his true love. He saw the crimson liquid sitting around her lips, and dropping onto her shirt. His knees gave in when he listened for any trace of a beating heart and heard nothing. Her heartbeat was usually steady, but when he walked into the room, it sounded like a sledgehammer against her chest.

Isaac took her body from Allison holding her in his strong embrace. “No, baby. Please don’t leave. Don’t leave. Come back.” He sobbed. His hand went to her cheek and he stroked her cheekbone. “I was supposed to be with you. You were supposed to go easy.”

Isaac’s head slowly turned toward Allison and saw that her face was in her hands. “I’m sorry, Isaac. I’m so so sorry. Scott told me to keep her safe, and I failed. I failed Scott. I failed you. I failed her.” Allison sobbed, her voice muffled by her palms.

“Allison, I need you to tell me what happened.” Isaac’s voice broke. She looked up, and her eyes were swollen. Isaac was sure he looked the same.

“We were walking down the hall and one of them pushed us against the wall, but he took Y/N in his arms and started choking her.” Allison noticed his jaw clench at the mention of her being choked, but she continued anyway. “I-I told him to let h-her go, but he dug his fangs into his wrist and shoved the blood down her mouth, then he snapped her neck.”

Isaac looked from Allison to Y/N. Her hair was disheveled, but her skin somehow looked flawless. He continued stroking her cheek, and staring at her. He wouldn’t ever be ready to let her go. Scott ran into the hall, but stopped when he saw Y/N laying in Isaac’s lap and Allison letting out choked sobs. “I-is she--” Scott began, but what was cut off by Isaac.

“Yeah.” Isaac’s voice cracked. He looked up to the alpha. “How did you know?”

“I heard Lydia scream.” Scott whispered. “Take her to the house, we’re done here.”

“Scott, she’s gone. Shouldn’t we be taking her to the hospital?” Allison asked in a whisper, still looking at her best friend’s body.

“Isaac needs time with her.” Scott told her before looking back to the curly haired boy. Isaac nodded and mouthed a thank you. Isaac scooped the body of his girlfriend in his arms and carried her out of the building and to her car. He put her in backseat, and gave her a kiss on the forehead before closing the door.

Isaac made his way back to the McCall household and took her body to the living room, setting her on the couch carefully. Even in death she looked peaceful, and somehow still full of life. Her skin was still the warm and toned color it was before, showing no signs of decay. Isaac didn’t think of the fact that she looked more asleep than dead, he just thought of how every memory with her is now just that; a memory.

There would be no more dates. No more goodnight kisses. No more good morning texts. No more spending the night together. There wouldn’t be anymore cuddles and hugs. There would be no more of her. The relationship was gone, and there was no way to get it back.

Isaac sat on a chair by the couch staring at her. The pack came back after about an hour of Isaac being there alone. Everyone came back. Isaac appreciated the support and was happy to have them there, but he just wanted to cry. He just wanted to cry and stay in her company. Isaac didn’t want anyone to eventually tell him that he needed to let them take her. The time never came. Isaac didn’t know whether he thought time was moving slower, or the pack didn’t want to let her go either, but he was happy to keep her longer.

After continuously staring at her with tear stained cheeks, he began to hear something. He heard another heartbeat in the room. It was faint, but surely there. He perked up from his hunched position, trying to get a better listen at the beating. Everyone in the room noticed his movements. Stiles began to say something, but was cut off by Isaac. “Isaac, are you--”

Isaac held out his finger, telling Stiles to be quiet. Isaac looked down to Y/N. Her hands were resting on her stomach, and her hair flowed over her shoulders, spreading across the pillow. In a way, she looked better. Her skin looked brighter, having a natural glow. The color of her hair somehow looked more vibrant, as if she had just dyed it.

“Guys, do you hear that?” Isaac heard Malia’s voice ask.

“Another heartbeat.” Liam said. So they did hear it, too.

“What does that mean?” Malia asked.

“I don’t know.” Scott said, furrowing his eyebrows.

Lydia and Allison’s looked to the girl on the couch. They noticed everything Isaac did. Her hair, her skin, everything. “Look at Y/N.” Lydia said.

Everyone in the room looked to Y/N. Her eyes were still closed, but her mouth was open slightly and she looked perfect. They all thought so. She was a naturally beautiful girl, but she looked really different. Everything that was already appealing to the eye about her looked better and more defined.

“Why does she look like that? Shouldn’t her skin be a little discolored?” Kira asked, trying to grip the fact that something was out of place.

“She looks perfect.” Malia whispered. Isaac nodded to himself, in agreement with Malia. Suddenly her chest started moving up and down as if she was breathing.

“What the hell?” Isaac whispered.

Y/N’s Point of View

I felt my eyes shoot open, and as soon as they did, I took a big gasp of air. My lungs burned, as if I had been holding my breath for a long time and I was just now getting air. My body shot up from where I was laying. I could feel my breathing was heavy, and I felt my heart pounding against my chest. I could hear not only my heart beating, but I could hear a whole room of heart beats and blood rushing through veins.

I looked around and saw I was in Scott’s house. I was laying on the couch, and they were all standing in the living room. Every single pair of eyes were wide open, and shock took over every single one of their faces. I saw another figure in the corner of my eyes, so my gaze moved there. It was Isaac. His blue eyes were wide with shock, and his mouth was slightly parted.

“What’s going on? What happened?” I asked, standing up from the couch. “Where is he? W-where’s Christian? Where’s the vampire?” I panicked, I didn’t want him to come get me. Not after what he did.

“He’s not here. He can’t get you anymore.” Isaac assured, he stepped closer and pulled me into his warm embrace.

“What happened to me? Why can I hear your heart beating? Why can I hear the blood rushing through your guys’ veins?” I asked, scared of the answer.

“You can hear everything?” Lydia asked me.

“I can smell it, too.” Isaac pulled away and looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. He brought his thumb to my top lip and pushed it up, so he could inspect the inside of my mouth.

“Lydia, come look at this.” Isaac whispered loud enough for Lydia to hear. She walked over to the two of us and looked at my teeth.

“Isaac, my teeth hurt.” I cried, tears stinging at my eyes. “My whole mouth hurts. My head hurts.” Isaac let my lip down and looked at Lydia. He pulled me back into his embrace, my tears falling onto his shirt.

“What was it?” Liam asked. “What’s wrong with her teeth?”

“Her gums are swollen. And…” Lydia sighed, not sure how to finish the sentence. She looked to me, a small frown on her face. I realized what was going on. The new hearing, the new ability to smell everything, a pounding headache. Christian killed me. But I’m not dead, so that means he turned me. I’m a vampire.

“I have fangs.” I finished for Lydia. She sucked her lips under her teeth. “I’m a vampire.” I whispered. I softly pushed myself away from Isaac, afraid I might hurt him.

“Yeah. You died with his blood in your system, you’re a vampire.” Allison remembered. Suddenly I felt sick to my stomach, but I wasn’t sure if that was because of the nervousness or the hunger.

“Well, what do we do?” I asked, chewing on my bottom lip anxiously.

“We’ll help you.” Scott said, finality in his voice. Everyone nodded.

“No. No, what if I hurt one of you? What if I kill someone? How will I walk outside during the day?”

“Yeah. We’ll get Deaton to make you a ring that allows you to walk in the sun.” Stiles offered, soft smile on his face.

“We’ll find a way for you to control your thirst.” Kira nodded.

“We’ll help you.” Lydia said.

“You’ve got us, Y/N. You always will.” Isaac smiled. “You’ve got me. Always and forever.”

“I guess I’ve gotta take that forever seriously now, don’t I?” I said, taking a deep breath. I looked down the wrist where the date usually was. It was gone now. The date was completely faded, but something had replaced it. A small circle within a big circle. I didn’t get what it meant until I remembered. It was the same tattoo Scott had on his arm. This was the symbol of our pack.

I smiled at the newly placed ink, and touched it with my fingers. I looked up from my wrist and everyone was looking back at me with hopeful smiles. “Okay.” I whispered, smiling at the pack. “Let’s do this.”

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hullabamoo · 7 years

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Pairing: Medusa/MC

Rating: PG-13

Author’s notes: Just wanted to add one lil thing to the newest special

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The last hours of sunlight faded away in the company of her friends. Medusa lost track of the number of cups poured for her, the toasts endless once they got started. Her tolerance served her well, however, as did the glasses of water Eryn periodically passed her. A hungover wedding might be tradition, but she be damned if a headache kept her from fully enjoying Claire in her dress. She could only hope Claire survived the night as well, but the increasing wildness of her texts was starting to make her worry.

Speaking of--Medusa snagged her vibrating phone, unlocking it with a swipe of her thumb. Someone shifted into the barstool next to her as she chuckled at the newest picture. A blurry image of Cyprin and May, decked out in the most ridiculous outfits and clutching microphones on an equally decorated stage. The caption only said 'save me’, and before Medusa could type a reply another picture came through, this one of a bright red Claire as she lunged for whomever had stolen her phone.

"Looks like she's having fun."

Medusa hummed in agreement, tilting the screen so Scylla could better see. "Half her department is there. They rented out a club so they could drink and not have to worry about anyone seeing some stray aura while they perform."

"So you're telling me--" Charybdis appeared before them, bottle in one hand and shot glass in the other, "--that your bride-to-be is currently in a private club full of drunk H.E.R.A. agents?"

The glint in her eye made Medusa tense, the smirk she shared with Scylla too familiar for her to ignore. "I suppose that's true."

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yeah, but you're the one who gets to convince her."

"Convince me of what," Medusa asked, eyes darting between her two oldest friends.

Charybdis' grin turned wicked, shot disappearing down her throat before she dropped the glass onto the bar. "All I'm saying is we've got a bar full of drunk gangsters and there's hardly a better sendoff we can give our retired leader than one last raid."

"We couldn't. Claire and I aren't supposed to see each other until-"

"The day of your wedding, which," Scylla pushed up her sleeve and checked the rolex bound around her wrist, "doesn't start for another hour."

"The subway wouldn't get us there in time."

"We've got two DDs and vans in the parking lot. Meant to have them drive everyone home at the end of the night, but this will be more fun."

"There are a least two demigods with her. Not to mention another fifteen or so agents."

"And they're drunk off their asses, just like we are."

"That's not a point in our favor." Brow furrowing, Medusa tried to form a mental layout of the club from the scattered pictures Claire had sent. Cyprin and Persephone were the most recognizable threats, but more than one agent Claire worked with had an aura. Not to mention her fiancee's own power.

"Oooh, she's thinking about it."

Medusa blinked, the haze lifting as she refocused on the present. "Even if I am, it's a horrible idea."

"It's the best idea!" Charybdis cackled, waving a hand in the air to catch Prime's attention. "C'mon, don't you want to sweep your girl off her feet one more time before the big leap?"

Though she loathed to admit it, Charybdis had a point. It would all be in good fun, and the gang's current state would ensure the violence didn't get out of hand. Plus it would give her another chance to see Claire before the morning.

"Alright, let's do it."

Charybdis' whoop of glee drew the attention of almost everyone in the bar. The rest turned their heads when she clambered up onto the bar, bottle raised high in the air as she shouted. "Alright you lazy fuckers, we're ending this party right!"

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With everyone aware of the ticking clock, it was barely ten minutes later that they had the participants chosen and piled into a van. Charybdis, Scylla, and Prime were obviously along for the ride, but Medusa's sisters had bowed out on the excuse of their past trouble with H.E.R.A.. The three others who had come had once been Medusa's trusted lieutenants, and she knew they wouldn't let the fight escalate beyond bumps and bruises.

Despite the alcohol flooding their veins, everyone was on alert as she passed out what details she knew. Charybdis' grin only grew when she explained Cyprin's and Persephone's auras, her hand shooting in the air when Medusa asked who wanted them.

"Prime and I can keep them busy, no problem."

Scylla shook her head, a quick glance telling Medusa they were on the same page. "That would end with the building collapsing on top of us. We need small group tactics, not a straight up brawl."

"Agreed. This is a speed run, with one target and one goal." Finger drumming against her cheek, Medusa let the pieces float in her mind, the puzzle coming together in bits. "Claire will be near the stage and we'll be coming in from the back. That's a lot of people we'll have to get through to reach her. Unless we go around them."

"Unless we send you around them, you mean." Grin just as toothy and wild as her girlfriend's, Prime pounded a fist into her palm. "There's bound to be an exit by the stage. We'll keep everyone busy while you slip around and grab her from behind."

Everyone nodded, knuckles and necks cracking as they readied themselves. Medusa let them hash out the details of who would move where, and when they would pull back. When the driver called out a five minute warning, she pulled her phone out and set the alarm, the others following suit when they noticed.

"Twenty minutes to get in, get your girl, get out, and get gone. Not the tightest timetable we've had." Scylla straightened her tie and pulled on her jacket, wisps of purple light shedding from its surface. She was the first out when the van jerked to a halt, holding the sliding door open as everyone else piled out. The driver took off as soon as Medusa's shoes hit the pavement, and she settled herself into the middle of the pack as they made their way into the club.

A bouncer stepped out of the shadows when they approached the door. "Sorry ladies, private party."

"We know." Charybdis smirked, lock of hair curling around her finger. "That's why we're here."

"Name?"

"The other bride."

He blinked, then glanced about their little group. When his gaze settled on Medusa, she raised a brow and crossed her arms, refusing to look away until he did.

"Alrighty then. Make sure you don't wreck the sound equipment. There'll be an extra clean-up fee too."

Charybdis all but threw her credit card at him, shouting, "Charge it!" as she pushed past him into the club. The distant thump of music lead them through a darkened hallway and into an open room. A bartender looked at them curiously when they filed in, but they disappeared the second after Prime pressed a large bill into their hand. Keeping to the shadows, everyone began to fan out along the back wall, eyes on the tables full of cheering people. Medusa picked out Claire immediately, her table front and center by the stage where Persephone belted out some cheery pop song.

About to call out an order, Medusa froze when the lights went out and Persephone spun on her heel. The music lulled into a quiet beat, but she missed her cue to sing as she gawked at the crowd lurking in the back of the room. Understanding dawned on her face when she picked out Medusa, inhale audible through the microphone as she thrust a finger towards them and shouted.

"Intruders! Protect the bride!"

Chaos followed as the agents reacted on instinct, tripping out of their chairs as they stumbled to catch up to what was going on. Medusa had barely a second to note Cyprin's position before Charybdis and Scylla stepped in front of her. Fists wreathed in purple, they shouted a warning before the air exploded with light.

A myriad of butterflies cut through the aura flashbang, but Medusa was already gone by the time Persephone leapt into the fray. She hugged the wall, moving in time to the gangster's flashy attacks. Several agents were already groaning on the floor, but they still outnumbered her crew and Cyprin had yet to move from their spot near Claire. By the time Medusa reached the stage they'd moved only a foot away, stag hovering by Claire's side as the doe raced around harassing Scylla's octopus.

Pegasus thrummed under her skin, ready to charge at the demigod's unprotected side. But Medusa held back, wary of the golden sparks flickering in the air. Claire might've looked ready to topple from her perch on her chair, but Medusa had learned more than once how quickly she could call her shield once she felt Pegasus' presence.

"You picked the wrong party to crash!" Claire shouted, laughing as another explosion of aura rocked the room. "Take them all down!"

Medusa sucked in a breath, the world narrowing to the flush of her fiancee's cheeks and the elation lighting up her eyes. Distracted by the stall of her heart, she nearly missed Prime's signal as she rushed forward, aura splitting into three and headed straight for Cyprin.

The move put her square in the center of the agents, surrounded on all sides with Cyprin striking for her front. What it also did, however, was draw enough attention for Medusa to slip, unnoticed, closer. By the table now, she debated the merits of simply lunging and bolting, when a sudden pulse of golden light made her stumble.

Claire raised her arm, golden bubble pulsing around her hand before it exploded outwards. The shield rushed through all the combatants, stalling their auras and forcing the gangsters back.

"You're not taking me! Surrender your leader now and maybe we'll--ah!"

Arm locked around Claire's waist, Medusa hauled her over her shoulder and bolted for the door. Her ears rung with Claire's startled shriek, but she shook it away as she charged through the stage exit and down the hallway. When silver intruded on the edge of her vision she swung her free arm backward, sending Pegasus charging towards whomever had chased them.

Her laughter accompanied the bang of the door as they broke into the night air. Claire squirmed in her grasp, half-shouting and half-laughing as she pounded on her back. Medusa just laughed harder and held tight as she raced through the streets, not slowing till they'd reached the cover of a small park.

Claire pushed out of her arms the moment she loosened her grip. Landing on her feet, she clapped her hands over her eyes and turned her back. "Medusa! We're not supposed to see each other!"

Still riding the high of victory, Medusa dug her phone from her pocket and draped herself over Claire's back.

"We have about five minutes before that rule takes effect."

"We-" Claire spun on her heel, snagging Medusa's wrist and turning it so she could see the screen. "Did you seriously-I cannot believe you!"

Her hands fisted in Medusa's collar and she dragged her down for a kiss deep enough to dispel any thought of her being upset. Medusa stumbled at the sudden jerk, but her attempt to steady herself on Claire's waist just made them both stagger. They broke into laughter, noses brushing as they clung to one another.

"You're an absolute dork," Claire said when Medusa's phone let out a warning beep.

The squeal of tires interrupted her retort and Medusa settled for a kiss instead as a van came roaring into view. "See you tomorrow?"

"You damn well better."

"Not even the gods could keep me away."

"Boss! Let's go!" Scylla shouted as she slid open the van door. "We're out of time!"

Claire laughed as Medusa winked and bolted for the vehicle, calling out as she ran. "Love you!"

"Love you too!" She shouted back, one foot in the van and hand on the panic handle. A blown kiss made Claire giggle and clap a hand over her mouth, their eyes staying locked until the door slid shut just in time for Medusa's alarm to go off.

#Ivory don't look #medusa afk #my writing #scenes in the life

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