#and she tricks her one girlfriend into being turned into a nice big athlete for her

[sohin-ace]

Jolyne - No Ordinary Girl

Mermaid Y/N x Surfer Jolyne

Today was a particularly fitting day to go to the beach. Jotaro had taken Jolyne, Hermes and Foo Fighters to the shore. He mostly went for some observation and the girls decided they would take advantage of the nice weather for some surfing.

It was not long after they arrived and started installing themselves that Jolyne and Hermes' eyes fell into very familiar faces.

Annasui, upon seeing the group, walked towards the girls with a confident stance, making sure his long hair was flowing in the wind.

"Oh look who we have here. The ladies victory." Annasui exclaimed, before completely falling heart-eyed, his voice and tone softening, dreamy even, at the sight of his object of worship. "Hi Jolyne~"

"Oh! Weather Report's there! Hi Weas!" Jolyne called out to the older man arranging a parasol a few feet behind, her completely ignoring the pink haired-male that seemed to have come with him. He waved shortly at Jolyne in response.

"Anyways, what are you guys up to?" Hermes asked, sipping on some lime flavored granita.

"Well, as you can see..." He pointed at the ocean, "We just wanted to take a day to work out a bit, but the waves are real nice today."

He leaned in not so subtly towards Jolyne, despite Hermes' evident judging gaze.

"But you know what else is real nice today?" He brought his hand up to cup Jolyne's chin, but before he could even say or do anything, Jolyne leaned away and pointed behind him.

"Oh wow! My dad's coming back with drinks!" She called nonchalantly, looking behind Annasui like he was more transparent than air itself.

"...! DRINKS?! DRINKS!!" Foo Fighter gasped, pushing the feminine man off to the side with such force, he fell and slid against the sand.

"Hey, Jojo," Hermes tapped her friend's shoulder, "Let's show these pendejos how girls ride waves."

The Asian American smirked, eager to show who's boss and always ready to follow on her best friend's mischief. "I'm racing you then."

"Pfft, I won't go easy girlfriend." The Mexican cracked her knuckles and grabbed her plank.

After surfing for long enough and being outran by Jolyne's stamina, Hermes decided to go back and sunbathe next to F.F's who was playing cutely with sand.

Jolyne glided full speed over the water, the wind and droplets of salty water refreshing her skin. More than competition, Jolyne loved the acceleration, the adrenaline, the sweet fresh air through her long hair. When she was surfing, Jolyne's heart lightened up and her mind purged of any negative thoughts, anxiety, fears.

She was at peace.

Before she could enjoy the sweet taste of her peace of mind though, she caught up to a blond surfer in front of her who she recognized as she got closer. Oh god, not him of all people.

"Oh, hey! Isn't that the sexiest surfer in all Miami?" Romeo teased, admiring the girl who gained up on him, "Not bad, look at you go! Who knew my little Jojo would be so talented, hot damn!"

Jolyne frowned and clicked her tongue. She swore if she wasn't so focused on staying in balance, she would drown him on the spot. He laughed obnoxiously, satisfied with being a disgusting excuse of a human.

"Romeo, I swear to fuckin-"

Before she could even finish her sentence, something, a gigantic fish tail appeared out of the wave and flicked itself right accross the blonde, slapping him off of his plank with a painful sound.

"HUAARGHH-" He screamed before crashing into the water with the splash and disappearing behind Jolyne.

"O-OH MY GOD!" She gasped, both surprised by the sudden turn of events, and incredibly scared for her life, thinking some kind of hostile shark was in the shore currently, which was to report immediately.

The moment she decided to take a turn and leave as fast as she could, warning the others to get the hell out of here, a shadowy form within the water followed her along the wave.

Foolishly curious, Jolyne looked at it, not without her heart hammering in her chest at the potential danger she was facing.

What she saw was not a sight she'd have ever expected to ever see in all her 19 years. Her legs shook at the shock and she almost completely fell over her board.

Gliding along the water right next to her, right inside the tall wave, was the figure of... a girl.

Or was it a girl? It couldn't be. She looked human at first glance, but the more Jolyne's gaze moved sideways she noticed the long and impressive fish tail replacing what were supposed to be legs.

Jolyne's jaw felt slack. She felt like she was hallucinating. Believe it or not, she had not smoked or taken any recreative substances beforehand, but she truly wished she had because that would have at least explained what her eyes were showing her.

The girl swimming and following her only smiled, waving cutely with webbed hands, as if amused by Jolyne's disbelieving reaction and wide eyes.

"W-w-w.... What the fuck..???" Jolyne finally spoke after rebooting her entire brain, "No fucking way-...! A mermaid??!! A real one??!"

Like a bad trick from fate, the wave Jolyne was trying her hardest to not get swallowed by, seemed to grow weaker and weaker, shortening in size.

Jolyne saw the mermaid slowly retreat away in an elegant swim, her form vanishing into the deep blue.

"Wait, no!" The surfer called, almost desperate to have such a mystical meeting and ethereal moment be so short lived.

She reached her hand out to the creature, unsure of what she was even trying to do, but the force of the current got the best of her, and Jolyne lost balance, falling forward with nothing to hang onto for purchase.

Jolyne splashed onto the water and the wave died with her hope of ever living such a dream again.

"Ooohh dang it! You were almost there!" Hermes called out from the shore, her voice booming enough for Jolyne to hear as she broke into the surface.

"Fuck...." Jolyne cursed, hanging onto her board.

She felt defeated. Not because she couldn't ride that wave to the very end as she was expected to with her skill level, but rather because she couldn't immortalize that beautiful moment.

She blankly climbed onto her board again and barely even paddled her way back to land, too out of it to do so.

Was that even real? That had to be, right? She saw the mermaid. She saw her hair, her skin tone shined-on by the sun. She saw the scales over her skin, the fins along her arms and tail.

She saw her attack Romeo, he must have seen her too, Jolyne pondered.

"Aaah the champion is back!" F.F cheered as Jolyne finally walked back, drenched and with her plank under one arm. "I made a sandcastle for our ocean queen!"

"Thanks Foo..." Jolyne's small smile didn't not match her quiet tone.

"Hey, what's up, chula ? You look like you've seen a ghost, or something? You did great back there, so why the long face?" Hermes fixed the straps of Jolyne's bikini top and removed some seaweeds from her hair.

"It's just... I saw something weird it the water and I don't know..." Jolyne hesitated, "Maybe I was dreaming or something."

"Hum..." Hermes hummed in thought. "What do you think Féfé?"

"Maybe Mr. Jotaro can answer if you saw an animal? Damn, I'm thirsty." F.F stuck her tongue out, clearly expressing her thirst.

"Dude, there's water litterally everywhere here." The mexican grimaced before turning back to Jolyne. "But yeah, maybe you should ask your dad if that worries you so much."

"Uhh..."

Jolyne looked towards her father who was crouching somewhere next to some rocks, taking notes about mollusks, or so Jolyne guessed.

"Yeah, maybe not. It's fine though, no big deal." She smiled, waving her hand in dismissal.

Shrugging it all off, the girls decided to join Weather Report and Jotaro who brought food to finish the day at the beach with a relaxing touch.

And so, the day ended with an uncanny normalcy for Jolyne, who kept thinking more and more as the sun set, that it all had been in her mind. Mermaids didn't exist. It was probably a Stand user playing tricks on her.

That what she wanted to believe. When she thought of all the events that would follow, she truly wished she had spoken to her father about it. After all, if he had fought a very real vampire, then there would be no doubt that something as crazy as a mermaid could exist in her bizarre adventure.

Jolyne came back to the beach that same week. Alone, this time. She was careful to come by the time the sun started to lower in the sky and the temperature of the water and air dropped, knowing tourists and athletes would be gone by this time.

'What now?' She thought. Coming back out of sheer curiosity was a thing, but making sure she could attract the creature back to her was something else.

"Should I bring food? What do mermaids even eat? Does she like hot dogs...?" Jolyne thought out loud, looking around, secretly glad no one was here to hear her talk mad nonsense to herself like some insane crackhead.

She approached the water and drenched her feet in the small rocking waves, coming and going her way and gently splashing her. She hesitated for a moment, remembering that along with the legend of mermaids came the fact that these creatures were known to attract and enchant humans by their beauty, leading them to their inevitable death.

So maybe, Jolyne accepted, she was destined to die in the ocean.

Just as she came hip-deep into the sea, she felt a strange current shaking her legs, almost knocking her out of balance.

Before she could even process how strange it felt, she looked down into the clear water and saw no less than the same huge colorful fish tail she had seen that very day.

She gasped in realization and soon enough screamed as she felt calloused hands grab her thighs, the creature pushing herself out of the water to be met face to face with the human who had been, unbeknownst to Jolyne, her newfound fixation.

"Y-WHAAAAAHH!!!" Jolyne hollered, not expecting such a strong and surprising appearance.

The mermaid still halfway into the water, climbed and gripped up the girl's hips for leverage. She looked up at Jolyne's face, smiling wide and eyes glinting in both adoration and mischief.

"Greetings."

"HOLY CRAP-" Jolyne's voice cracked, "I mean- fuck yes! I mean-..."

Poor Jojo was completely out of it. But who could blame her, though? It was not everyday that one got to meet a real mermaid in the flesh. And certainly not such a handsy one.

She cleared her throat and mustered her most suave voice, pretending she wasn't completely flustered by the sheer beauty before her.

"Hi."

"I knew you'd come back..." The mermaid spoke, her voice almost ethereal and distant, "They always do."

Jolyne's heart wanted to stop. God, she felt burning hot and was sweating everywhere. Her voice stilled Jolyne to place in a way she couldn't explain. The legendary creature was so impossibly close to her, bodies almost touching.

She noticed she couldn't stay up overwater any other way than using Jolyne's lean body for leverage, her heavy tail anchoring her down. But the warm proximity between them and the sight of such a beautiful, rare and mystical creature right under her chest felt unreal and exciting.

Jolyne wanted to look her over for hours. Her hair texture, drenched and flowy, her skin tone glowing like gold, her holographic scales and fins shining like crazy diamonds.

"Why... Why did you...? Of all people...?" Jolyne questionned, now wondering if their first meeting in that wave was really a trick of fate, or if she was chosen in any way. "You attacked Romeo, yet you showed up to me... Why me?"

"I like beautiful humans." The mermaid smiled, her radiant features and smooth voice making Jolyne's legs weak, "You're beautiful."

The young surfer couldn't help her heart shaking and the wave of warmth spreading through her chest. If it was anyone else, she would boast her obvious beauty or maybe flip them off. But now she couldn't. Being complimented by a mythical being that was already the most gorgeous thing Jolyne had ever witnessed was truly something else

"What's your name?" Jolyne started.

"Call me Y/N."

Y/N, Jolyne's mind echoed. Cute. Even mermaids had names, she thought before realising that may be a very stupid thought to have. She didn't really know what else to expect.

"I uh, I'm Jolyne..." She looked down into the water, somewhat not daring to look at Y/N's adorable curious and sensual gaze. Oh god that was bad, she was entrancing.

"Not to be gay but...You look cute. Hot even. Can I say that? That's not weird, right? Since ya know... You're not exactly human, but you're not an animal either, like... I'm not gonna get arrested for this... I hope..."

"I'm not too familiar with human tongue, but I think Ms.Jolyne looks really pretty as well." Y/N moved to wrap an arm around Jolyne's waist, gripping her for better leverage and pointing at her chest, right in her reach. "Healthy mammals, great for feeding the young."

"Mammals...? Oh! You mean my boobs?" Jolyne glanced at her modest chest before grinning at the creature, "Aw thanks! Finally someone who likes them who's not some degenerate creep!"

Jolyne's chuckle died down and she finally took the time to look over Y/N's face. She ran a cold hand over her much warmer cheek, gliding it down to her gilled neck, mesmerized by her anatomy.

It truly was a one-in-a-lifetime meeting. Jolyne was slowly comprehending her luck to be met with a legendary sea creature like her. And a friendly one, at that.

How could this be even real? Our human knew that even though she was feeling relatively serene at the moment, the adrenaline would come down later and she would most likely cry herself to sleep.

"Hey uhm..." Jolyne was at a loss for words. There were so many things to say, but at the same time, she couldn't speak a word.

"Hm?" Y/N hummed and closed her eyes, enjoying the human's gentle touches.

Merfolks would express themselves via physical ministrations the most in the ocean, but she knew well a lot of humans did not share intimacies, or at least not before building a certain bond.

Glad that Jolyne was open to it, the sea-bound girl squeezed both her arms around the human's waist lovingly, forcing endearment on Jolyne, who felt her own heart tighten at the sweet and adorable embrace. The girls wanted to keep each other.

"Will we see each other again? I mean, I know you shouldn't be noticed by the public for your safety, but I don't know... Guess I took a liking to you or something." Jolyne mumbled, still resting her hands mindlessly around the creature's shoulders, fiddling with the ridges of her dorsal fin.

Y/N smiled, a smile that looked empty on her fish eyes, but sincere regardless. She let go of Jolyne who couldn't quite take her own hands off of her, clinging a little bit longer.

"Don't you know this, Ms. Jolyne? When human women die in the ocean, they relive as our kind."

"What? Really?" Jolyne let the mermaid get away slowly, ready to swim off to some unknown destination.

"If you want to see me again," Y/N called out cutely, waving her webbed hand like the very first time she saw Jolyne surfing, "Then perish in the ocean!"

She grinned, diving into the deep blue and splashing her tall tail strongly, giving herself a boost of speed, and disappearing away.

Jolyne could only stare into the horizon, darkening as the night arrived, stunned into place.

"...Ok, that was metal as fuck..."

H2O Just Add Water opening, but with Jolyne, Hermes and F.F

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo #jjba #reader insert #x reader #writing #jojo no kimyou na bouken #part 6 #jojo part 6 #stone ocean #jolyne cujoh #jolyne #jolyne x reader #jolyne kujo #jolyne kujo x reader #mermaid au #fantasy au #mermaid reader

[starconsumer444]

Just found you and already smitten with your dark content. Could you maybe write either Kuroo/Suna/Tendou/Bokuto (whichever u choose) brother or stepbrother catching sister/stepsister trying to masturbate but not knowing how so they edge her relentlessly until she agrees to let him have sex with her because he's tricked her thats the only way she can really cum the first-time? Finishing with a nice cream pie?

Older Brother!Suna (18+)

A/N:Thank you thank youuu~ I’m sorry I didn’t go with the “relentless” edging, I just did it one time because it was getting long and I have a sick and twisted sadomasochistic habit of writing from the late hours of the night until the early hours of the morning and getting dead tired half way through. I’m not sure if that was all that great in comparison to my other works, but I really hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

(CW/TW: Incest, Virginity [Suna makes it hurt too, but there is an orgasm <3], Coercion, Dubcon, Edging??? Or just flat-out orgasm denial...,Age gap??? [Reader is 18, Suna is 25] Fingering, Creampie, Absolutely Clueless reader..., Masturbation, Suna is an asshole in this one, Deception, Manipulation and PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISSED SOMETHING!!!!)

Unfortunately for you, university wasn't all that it was talked up to be in terms of sex and anything else really. You went into your first year thinking you were gonna lose your virginity, make new friends, go to frat parties, and just have all-around wild experiences. Suna, when he was in school, would always come back with cool stories to tell you, and had a new girlfriend every break he got. To have cool experiences like your big brother was the only reason you wanted to go, but unfortunately for you, it was none of that. Maybe it’s because you’re not an athlete like him, but it was studies, a newfound coffee addiction, and a roommate that never seemed to go anywhere. All that on top of your dead social life, absolutely miserable..

When Suna came to pick you up from the airport so you two could spend the holidays with your parents (a tradition no matter how old either of you get), you told him all about it. Sure, you didn’t grow up particularly close with him being seven years older and all, but he was still your older brother and no topic seemed to be off limits with him, so it was nice. He wasn’t the most doting older sibling and definitely not the most talkative either, but he was good for listening. Really, listening was his strong suit.

You told him about your lackluster social life and your mountains of schoolwork, but, even knowing he wouldn’t mind, you didn’t tell him about the sex stuff. Why would you? He’s your older brother. He shouldn’t know things like that about you.

Needless to say, you go home for winter break a sexually frustrated virgin. Maybe, if you had tried a little harder with the people at school it wouldn’t have come to this?

The house had been dead silent when you decided to, for the first time, attempt to masturbate. You were sure no one was home, not your mom, not your dad, and not your older brother, Suna. Still, you could’ve at least checked before you completely stripped your lower half.

It wasn’t going well, you had two fingers inside yourself and you didn’t feel anything. You felt like a doctor doing a self-probe at best. It just felt... wrong? But this is how the girls in porn do it, right? There’s no way you’re getting this wrong. You’re doing exactly what you see; moving your fingers in and out, even curling them a bit… What could you possibly be doing wrong?

Suna watches you silently from your slightly cracked door.

Pitiful, he thinks.

He was just coming by to ask if you wanted anything from the store because he was headed out. He didn’t expect to see his little sister struggling with her fingers in her cunt. He can postpone that walk to the corner-store to bond with his little sister.

He doesn’t even bother knocking to spare you the humiliation, just pushes the door open and lets himself right in.

You notice him immediately and let out a loud scream, closing your legs and trying to hide yourself by turning away from him. You want to disintegrate. Your body is burning up with embarrassment.

What does he want? Why now?

You feel his weight make your childhood bed dip and you can feel the warmth radiating off his body. One of his calloused hands caresses your thigh and you don’t move away from it the way you know you’re supposed to. You’re frozen.

What is he doing?

“Suna, get out!” You turn to look at him and grab his wrist to stop him in his tracks. Can’t he take a hint? “What are you-”

“You’re not doing it right.” He pipes up. In the back of his mind he knows this is wrong. He shouldn’t be doing this with his baby sister.

“Huh?” You’re clearly lost.

“I’ve done this before, let me help you.”

It takes nothing for him to separate your legs and settle himself in between them.

“You’re still a virgin?” His fingers slide gently up and down the wetness between your folds and it draws a sharp whimper and a harsh nod from you.

Suna is twenty-five and has enough sense about himself to know this is wrong. He’s not going to try to rationalize it. He’s just taking a golden opportunity even if that opportunity is his little sister. He has a knack for corrupting innocent girls like you; it’s fun for him even if it’s sick and perverted.

The dirty feeling you get having your brother touching and eyeing your most intimate parts is intense. You want him to keep going, but you know you should tell him to stop.

“Suna, this isn't okay.”

He shushes you but nods his head.

“I’m just helping you.” He says matter-of-factly. “It’s not like you can make yourself cum. Let your big brother help you, okay?” He insists and pushes two fingers inside your hole.

You scoot back out of shock and let out a surprised yelp, “O-okay,”

If he hears the nerves in your voice, he doesn’t do anything to acknowledge it. All he does is scoot closer and offer a gentle smile, the same brotherly one he gave you when he left for college and you cried wanting him to stay. That smile.

It feels so different when he fingers you. He’s not being as rough as you were and he’s definitely more practiced; you’re sure there’s tons of girls he’s done this too. It feels good, especially with him rubbing pleasant circles into your clit. You shouldn’t like this as much as you do.

“Feel better?”

“Mhm,”

He starts to speed up, and you clap your hand over your mouth to stop the moans from being too loud in case you two weren’t the only ones home. His fingers are like magic and you don’t know how to react.

With the stimulation to your clit and his fingers inside you, above cloud nine is where you are. You’ve never felt like this, and there’s a tinge of guilt about it being with your brother but this is too good.

As cute as you look with your heaving chest and your eye’s starting to unfocus, he knows he’s not done with you. When he feels you start to spasm around his fingers he pulls them out, because this may be his only chance to use you, his little sister.

He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean like the perv he knows he is. It leaves you staring with your mouth hanging open, clearly searching for the words.

“What?” He asks, feigned puzzledness all over his expression. “You taste good.” He chuckles inwardly, you cringe internally. That’s not what you were going to ask, though.

“No…” You can’t look at him, so you look down and play with the sheets on your bed.

“Come on, what is it?”

“I think I was going to cum… and you-”

“That’s dumb, you can’t cum from being fingered.” There’s a seriousness in his tone, you take it as fact; he knows he’s lying.

“But the girls in porn-”

“It’s porn, it’s not realistic.”

You’ve heard that before. You guess it’s true, especially if Suna says it. It must be.

Thank god for shitty sex ed, he muses internally because without it, this wouldn’t be possible.

“Do you wanna cum?” He asks curiously.

All you offer in response is a meek nod. You’re not actually certain on going through with your brother making you cum, but if it’s anything like the way he made you feel just now… maybe, it’s not so bad.

He tells you to lay down, and you do so without hesitation. With your legs splayed open over his thighs, it feels grosser knowing your brother has an even clearer view of you. You wish you had the self control to just say no and end this.

He pulls his sweats and underwear down; if your heartbeat wasn’t going crazy before it definitely is now. His dick is thick and long. He’s rock hard, his tip is pinker than the rest of it, and there’s clear stuff leaking out. It looks like it’s going to hurt, even looks like it’s hurting him right now.

“Suna, wait is this-” You don’t know how to finish. “I’m a virgin.”

“I know, you told me already.” He’s not really paying attention to you. He spits on his hand and rubs it all up and down his length. It’ll hardly help more than the fingering, but it’s a kindness he’s willing to give his little sister. “Just… relax. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He says as he leans over you, guiding his length to your entrance.

Immediately you clench and shut him out.

“I-I’m sorry I just-”

“It’s fine, just relax like I said.”

You do, and he starts to push in. It burns. Stings? Something like a mix of those two.

Even if there was lube for you to use, Suna wouldn’t have offered. He likes the way his baby sisters' face contorts  in pain and confusion. You look cute losing your virginity to your big brother.

“AH-” It’s a sharp, pained exclamation coming from you as your hand pushes at his chest. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders now and he’s impaling you slowly inch by agonizing inch. You can feel him stretch you, but you don’t want him to stop, you’ve waited so long for this.

One of his hands rests on your lower stomach and you beg him to do anything to make you feel better when he’s all the way in. He rubs at your clit and leans over to kiss you like you’re his girlfriend.

Without warning he starts to move. It’s nothing but shallow and slow thrusts that have you feeling every inch of him. If it’ll make you cum, you can handle it. All you want is to cum. Combined with his fingers working on your clit, you’re sure you will, right?

Your moans are soft, even if it doesn’t feel that great. The girls in porn moan all the time, it’s the right thing to do.

When he feels like he’s been kind enough, he starts to move faster. You start to get used to it and your legs start to shake from the combined stimulation and strain from being bent at such an angle.

It’s like magic. Your orgasm washes over you,your eyes roll into the back of your head, your body shakes and your back arches off your soiled sheets.

Shock is plastered on Sunas typically inexpressive face. He didn’t expect you to actually...

His little sister is so sensitive. Most girls wouldn’t climax like that their first time. There’s an unspoken sense of pride in this for him. Still, he’s not stopping until he cums too.

You’re whining and squirming up under him, pushing at his hips and moving his hand away from your clit like him continuing is killing you after you’ve worked through your first orgasm. He assures you that’s how it’s supposed to feel and you’re supposed to wait until he cums too.

Once more, you’re laying there in discomfort and he’s getting off to it. Suna knows he’s wrong for it but he just can’t bring himself to care. Not when he’s so close. He especially doesn’t care when he sees your horrified expression as you feel him paint your walls with his warm cum. He’ll make sure you don’t get pregnant later, but for right now he wants to savor this moment.

#suna smut #suna rintaro scenarios #suna x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #suna drabble #suna imagines #suna scenarios #this is me trying my hand at consistency!!! #tw: dubcon

[leafs-lover]

If he’s lucky I’ll let him join

Part 2: Good things come to those who wait

Series Masterlist

A/N: This is written from Auston’s POV starting out on the night Y/N met Fred’s teammates (early 2020) and goes through the year through his eyes, ending on New Year’s. Part 3 to follow at some point

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, angst, light smut. I think that’s it

Word Count: 2500

Meeting Y/N at the party in January you thought she was really nice. So many women that the guys meet are over the top; willing to do anything for a shot with an NHL player; but not Y/N. She wasn’t fazed by the fact that you were hockey players; never asking for tickets, actually. Fred had actually told you she had refused multiple sets he had offered her.

You immediately noticed how well she fit in well with the group, threw out chirps and kept you on her toes. Immediately you felt yourself getting attached to her, she had the widest smile and a purely intoxicating laugh.

Mitch threw that ball and it swirled around inside the red solo cup. She bent down to blow it out, but not before your athlete reflexes kicked in, two fingers reaching in to scoop it out. She quickly turned her gaze to Fred, but not before you saw her eyes go wide as she took a dry gulp and some goosebumps pricked her skin.

If she didn’t turn so quickly she might have noticed your jeans tighten. She would have seen your eyes slowly rake over her body, hands on her knees ass sticking out to get her head low enough to the table. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about what she would look like be bent over like that for you. Sweat dripping down her back, your cock sliding in and out of her heat.

Shaking your head you turn your attention back to the game. Y/N is Fred’s girl, you can’t think about her like that. But there was something about her; maybe it’s that she reminded you of Katie. A girl from Scottsdale you met a few months back. You hadn’t talked all that much since you left, but you couldn’t stop your mind from sometimes wandering to her.

But that night playing beer pong you didn’t think of Katie once. You couldn’t believe Fred met Y/N first, and on a night that you chose to not go out. And if you had of gone, maybe you would have met her first, maybe she would have been in your bed moaning your name every night.

Over the next couple months you saw Y/N a few more times and every time your mind wandered to what if. You would go a few weeks without thinking of her, only to see her and your feelings would come rushing back. It got so bad that you even flew Katie down for a few days, hoping that seeing her would help.

And it did. You didn’t think about Y/N once when her mouth was wrapped around your cock. Not when you thrust in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She never even crossed your mind while you were on your stomach; face buried in her cunt, tongue fucking in and out of her walls. You didn’t see her face as your elbow was hooked under knee and you pounded inside.

You thought seeing Katie was what you needed to get your questioning feelings for Y/N out of your mind. And that’s what they were, questioning. Confusing. You didn’t know what you wanted with her, but seeing Katie you realized it was nothing besides lust.

And you fully believed it until mid-March, she showed up to Early Mercy arm linked with Fred’s.

But you didn’t notice that, what you saw was the tight black dress, cut hanging low. Her necklace dipping into the valley of her breasts, fabric clinging to her every curve. If the dress didn’t look good enough her red heels elongating her legs, the hem a few inches above her knees. You felt your dick harden the moment you saw her and it didn’t go away all night.

All you wanted was it to be your lap she sat on, your mouth millimetres from her ear. As if those lingering glances and not so subtle smirks weren’t enough the feeling of your hands on her hips keeping her steady at the bar almost made your belt pop open.

It took so much strength for you to let go of her hips but you wasted no time finding Alexis, a cute blonde to take home. She knew who you were and took very little convincing to bring home. She was no Y/N but she did the trick, filling your hunger for the night.

You spent over an hour on your stomach, her legs over your shoulders. Your nose pressed into her clit, tongue flicking in and out of her walls as you pulled three orgasms from her. Finally releasing her legs you climbed up her body, taking in her fucked out face but she wasn’t the person you wanted to see.

Quickly you flipped her over not wanting to look at someone who wasn’t Y/N. You pulled her ass up and she rested on her elbows and you quickly slid inside her. Setting a fast pace she moaned out your name headboard rattling against the wall she felt good just not good enough. You could tell she was getting close, her knuckles going white as she struggled to stay up.

You wanted to be there, you wanted to get there but it didn’t seem possible. You had spent the night painfully hard and didn’t think it would take long. But thrust after thrust, moan after moan you couldn’t feel it coming. That is until you thought of Y/N.

What she would feel like with your cock sliding in and out of her folds. How her voice would sound, breaking as she choked out your name. Thinking of what she would taste like you gave her one final thrust and spilled inside the condom as Alexis screamed your name.

Less than two weeks later the season paused and you went back to Arizona and you offered for Fred to come stay with you. His other option was to stay in his small Toronto condo alone, or for Y/N to move in temporarily. That was something he wasn’t ready for so he opted to stay with you.

During the quarantine you reconnected with Katie, her spending some time at your house. It was great having her around; she helped quell any potential feelings for Y/N. Everything was going great, you started to forget about Y/N. All your thoughts being replaced by Katie, your feelings slowly resurfacing for her.

Not that you wanted to date her or make her your girlfriend. But it was nice to have someone to talk to at night, someone to wake up beside. And maybe if things kept going the way they were maybe you could see it turning into something in the future. But you were unsure if she felt the same way about you.

Her eyes would stare at Fred’s body a little too long. She would casually touch his watch or run her finger over his hand but he never reciprocated or showed interest in her until he did.

He didn’t know about your questioning feelings towards her, how could he? You did what you could to keep it not so obvious while you tried to sort it out. So it wasn’t all that surprising when he brought up the idea, or when she eagerly accepted.

It was supposed to be a night with the three of you, a situation you and Fred had found yourselves in once or twice before. But this night was nothing like you have ever experienced before.

He made you sit in the corner in the beginning, and at first your stomach churned watching them together. But you found your interest slowly getting peaked as his fingers curled inside her as he thrust his thick digits in and out. Her moans got louder and your dick got harder. At that point you were so tempted to peal your clothes off and join in, sticking your cock inside her mouth.

Instead you waited a little longer, watching, taking in her fucked out face. Mascara staining her cheeks, lipstick smeared around her lips. Time dragged on and Fred never let up and you slowly faded into the background watching everything unfold in front of you. Maybe if Katie had of moaned your name, called out for you in some way it would have played out different and you would have joined in. Instead he made you sit in the corner like a toddler on time out while he pulled orgasm after orgasm from her.

It was over 40 minutes of waiting. 40 minutes of her screaming his name and you still sat there watching, forgotten. The threesome quickly becoming a twosome.

That night standing in the shower the cold water hitting your back. Your large hand stroking over your cock as you sought out your release. Your mind wandered, but not to the brunette who was fast asleep on your duvet after fucking your best friend. Instead it went to Y/N.

You began to wonder if she would have done that to you, or to anyone for that matter. You had no idea if she had done threesomes or if she would ever consider it. But you liked to believe that if she did participate in one she would want all parties to be involved. That she would share her time; make sure everyone left satisfied unlike Katie.

The harder and faster you stroked over yourself the more your mind spiralled. You imagined her in that shower with you, her hand wrapped around you. What would that feel like? What would she taste like?

That’s why before Fred left in late May to go to California you brought up the idea of a threesome with Y/N. A big part of you had the feeling she would say yes, not because it would be a great time. That was obvious. It was because you had the feeling Y/N had a crush on you.

Her eyes sometimes lingered a little too long. Sometimes when she didn’t think you were looking you would notice her eyes gazing towards you, following you around the room. Fred knew he owed you so he agreed saying if Y/N was into it you he would be down. And you really hoped she wanted it, wanted you, because you wanted her.

Fast forward a few months to July when you were in Fred’s room. Having pulled two orgasms from Y/N she tried to go to him but you managed to hold occupy her, shoving your dick down her throat. You had spent months imagining what her mouth would feel like, but you never expected it to feel that good.

Her mouth was heaven, the softest lips. And when she gagged on your length with some spit dribbling out you almost shot your load down her throat. As much as you wanted to keep her to yourself for the night, you knew you couldn’t, it wasn’t fair to Y/N.

When your tongue was curled inside her folds, nose pressed into her clit and she moaned out his name it almost broke you. Your breath caught in your throat but you managed to croak out a chuckle to disguise it.

Watching her ass ripple as she would rise and drop on your length was the greatest sight. Nails digging into her skin, your dick sliding in and out of her, slowly everything building up to your release. You called out to her but she didn’t pull off instead increasing her pace. Shooting ribbon after ribbon inside her heat you immediately felt pure bliss, followed by panic.

You had no intention of doing that; you actually couldn’t believe you decided to forego a condom. But that all washed away when you heard Fred say he knew she wanted you, that he knew she often thought of you while riding him. Hearing that she had wanted you for months was the second best thing you had heard that night, the first being when she softly moaned your name.

Laying in your bed later that night you can still taste Y/N on your tongue. Not just the sweet flavour you pulled from between her legs, but her soft lips on yours. You could have stayed with her wrapped in your arms, her hand lazily drawing over your tattoos, tongues tangling in the others mouth. That kiss was the best kiss of your life and you wish it never had to end.

There was the potential for it to happen again, but months went by with Y/N not seeing you, or Fred for that matter. After the bubble you went back to Arizona, him to Denmark. You thought that time away would get Y/N off your mind, and it did.

Waterskiing in Arizona, a family trip to Mexico to see your mom’s family. Days by your pool with your young bernadoodle Felix. It all helped.

And then came today, a bunch of you finishing your quarantine just in time for New Years. Since you will only be seeing the guys on the team for the next few months a couple of you decided to get together for New Year’s. In two weeks the strict protocols come into effect for the entire north division. Daily testing for players and staff, regular testing for friends and family, the people you regularly come in contact with.

“I’m ready for the season to start” you say as Fred walks up beside you.

“Yeah me too” Fred agrees. “You give them that list of close contacts for testing?”

“Honestly I don’t know who to put. I’m not seeing anyone. Do I ask a random girl I’m barely talking to? She’ll just read into it too much. What about you?”

“Yeah that makes sense. I’m thinking Y/N” he grins at you over his whiskey glass.

“Oh yeah” you swallow dryly feeling jealousy wash over you. “Didn’t realize you were still talking to her.”

“We kind of fizzled out a bit after the bubble, time change and all. But I actually saw her last night for the first time. Figured I might as well ask her, she’s chill and we have a good time together” he grins.

“Yeah” you say. Fred chuckles as you bring your beer to your lips for a sip. It falls silent for a moment between you two.

“You know I was thinking that maybe she wants to be both of our close contacts…” he trails off and your eyes immediately find his. Noticing he has captured your interest he continues “she mentioned having fun and wanting to do it again.”

“Well if she wants to I’m definitely game” you try to not sound too eager. The last thing you want is for him to catch on before you even have the chance to process your feelings.

He continues on the conversation but you get lost in your thoughts. You can all but feel her lips wrapped around you, your fingers fucking in and out of her dripping core. Hands tangled in her hair as her nails rake down your chest. Just getting lost in her scent, perfume mixed lightly with sweat.

God you hope she says yes.

#frederik andersen #frederik andersen fic #frederik andersen smut #freddie andersen smut #fred andersen smut #auston matthews smut #auston matthews #nhl smut #toronto maple leafs smut #if he's lucky I'll let him join #toronto maple leafs fic #NHL Fic #freddie andersen fic #freddie andersen x reader #Freddie Andersen #fred andersen #Fred Andersen Fic #fred andersen x reader #auston matthews x reader #auston matthews fic

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First post of the new name/direction of this blog with my Linked Universe Percy Jackson AU! Meet the Demi-God boys!

After cleaning out my room a couple of weeks ago I found my old PJO & HoO books and my old obsession clashed with my new one along with my passion for mythology! I have a lot of stuff thought up about this AU and I’m going to keep riding the self indulgence juices for as long as I can!

Some info on the boys/the AU can be found below! Not everything is below, I would like to keep some secret/for the future ;) And feel free to ask/send questions about the AU, I would die of happiness if you did!

Wind -Son of Poseidon (God of the Sea, Storms, Earthquakes, Droughts, Floods and Horses) Counselor of Cabin 3. -14 years old. 3 years at camp. -He is a summer camper, and lives with his Grandma and younger sister Aryll when not at camp, they are unsure if his sister is a Demi-God as well. -Has gone on a few of quests so far, mainly ones that involved the sea including one to the sea of monster with his best friend/best rival Tetra.  -Really excited about all his new cousins and family. -Hates being underestimated due to his age, he’s been on quests, he's a son of Poseidon, he’s just as capable as the rest of them! -Favourite part of his powers is his ability to talk to fish and horses. Horses don’t like him back though. Wild -Son of Hypnos? (God of Sleep and the Personification of Sleep) -Doesn’t even know his age, let alone his birthday. -A year round camper, well he’s got no where else to go. First year at CHB -All he remembers is being inside a nice plush cabin with lots of pillows a tree growing in the middle that leaked a milky colored sap that was dripping over his hands and lips. -Slept for a really long time and he guesses now he has no memory? At least that’s what Chiron told him. But why does he feel so guilty? -No quests just yet, he likes practicing archery trick-shots with the Apollo kids. -A daughter of Athena keeps trying to get him to eat frogs and bugs. Some of them make him feel funny. Twilight -Son of Lupercus (God of Shepherds and Wader against Wolves), Champion of Lupa (Wolf Goddess). Centurion of Cohort 3. -19 years old. 4 Years at Camp.  -Summer Camper, goes home despite it being uncommon for Romans to do so. -Wasn’t found until he was 15, his father was too minor of a god to really draw any attention to Twilight. He liked it that way. He trained himself and it was enough to protect himself for a couple of years. -When he was 15, one of his mortal friends was killed the crossfire of one of the few monster attacks, afterwards he was taken to Camp Jupiter. -Whilst completing his training in the Wolf House under Lupa the wolf Goddess, the she-wolf took a liking to him and agreed to train him further than other Demi-gods and eventually took him on as her champion. -On a quest met someone and they teamed up and he fell in love with her despite knowing that she could never love him back. -Talk shit you get the stick Sky -Son of Zeus (God of the Sky, Lightning and Thunder. King of the Gods) Counselor of Cabin 1. -19 years old. 3 years at Camp. -Year round camper, but wishes he could be a summer camper like his girlfriend. -Very in love with his girlfriend who is a Daughter of Apollo, they knew each other as kids but never knew they were both Demi-Gods. -Has been on only two or three quests but they were very big/very important and needed the power of a son Zeus. Doesn’t like to think about his first quest.  -Prefers to use his Wind powers over his Lightning Powers. -Feels quite bad due to the fact ever since he and his younger cousin (Wind) showed up at camp the number of monster attacks have only increased. -Jealous of Wind’s ability to talk to some animal, he wishes he could communicate with his bird.

Four -Son of Hephaestus (God of Fire, the Forge, Metalworking, Technology and Blacksmiths) Co-counselor of Cabin 9. -18 years old. 4 years at camp.  -Summer Camper, goes home to his Grandfather during the year. -Quite small for an child of Hephaestus but that doesn’t put him down. -Known for stealing extra end of year beads from the Big House. -Sometimes seen talking to himself. -Is most skilled in weapons but has dabbled in creating automatons but all he ended up with was a cranky bird who likes to sit on his head, he named him E.Z.L.O. -”Yes I did flex and my sleeves fell off, shut up Legend!”  

Hyrule -Son of Hecate (Goddess of Magic, Crossroads, Sorcery, Necromany and Light) -16 years old. 2 years at Camp.  -Year round camper -Still quite new at all this Half-blood Demi-God stuff . -His Saytr guide got killed while escorting him to camp, managed to make the rest of the journey by himself. -His magic goes a bit haywire when he is stressed, last time he turned 3 members of the Hebe cabin in an acorn, plank of wood and a toaster for a few hours. -A little scared cause he feels unworthy next to all his siblings and all the other heroes in camp, but knows deep down he might be stronger than most of them. -Keeps taking the new Hypnos kid into the forest around the camp and sometimes they don’t show up again for a few days.

Time -Son of Janus (God of Beginnings, Transitions, Time, Duality, Doorways, Passages, and Endings) Former Praetor of Camp Jupiter, Former Centurion of the First Cohort. -Age unknown, but he’s quite old for a Demi-god.  -Gave up the Demi-God life and his Praetor position years ago to go and live with his mortal wife. -Due to his powers he sometimes ends up walking through doorways through time and space. Thats how he ended up here. Not his first rodeo in this time though. -Was raised by a group of forest Dryads for the first years of his life before moving to Camp Jupiter.  -Been on many quests, including one which ended up with him having to battle against the primordial moon goddess Luna. After winning the fight he took her sword. - “Look, I didn’t ask to be a half-blood.” Legend -Son of Hermes (God of Roads, Travel, Athletes, Diplomacy, Thieves, Commerce and Trade. Messenger of the Gods) Counselor of Cabin 10. -17 years old. 7 years at Camp. -Year round/Summer Camper, it kinda changes every year. -Currently holds onto the record for the most quests at Camp Half-Blood. Kinda proud but also kinda over it.  -Hoarder of all sorts of items, unknown where he gets all these items from.  -Bonded with Hyrule while he was holed up in Cabin 10 before his claiming by Hecate. -He sees a possible opportunity in the son of Poseidon to help him return to the mysterious island he wash up on years ago. An island where he fell in love with a goddess who could never leave. But he is going to find a way, he will. -Stole a pair of his dad’s flying shoes, but turns out they were kinda a dud. Can’t fly but can run really fast. Warriors -Son of Mars (God of War and Destruction) & Legacy of Venus (Goddess of Love, Beauty, Desire, Prosperity and Victory). Praetor of the 12th Legion. Former Centurion of Cohort 5. -18 years old. 4 years at Camp. -Year round camper. He’s in charge so he’s got to stay. -At first thought to be another child of Mars with a pretty face he was placed in Cohort 5. He was quickly made centurion of the ragtag group of Demi-Gods and quickly the cohort was competing with the best of them.  -He caught the eye of the current female Preator and when her colleague failed to return from a quest, she promoted Warriors to Preator, despite him not having completed the minimum 5 years of service to be eligible for the position. -Most well known for helping defend Camp Jupiter during a war a year ago, which helped solidify his new position as Praetor. But he feels guilty for every life lost in each of the battles. -A bit of a heartthrob who can't help but flaunt his double legacy sometimes.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #legend of zelda #loz #link #percy jackson au #pjo au #twilight #wild #wind #my art #sky #time #warriors #legend #hyrule #four

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shine like the sun, glow like the moon — [ WTF U! 09 ]

❝ You’re close to your dream life: early graduation and big-city opportunities. A one night stand with Oikawa turned into two, which turned to three, which somehow turned into two little lines on a plastic stick. It was nice being able to live your dreams, but suddenly it’s time for you both to wake the fuck up and start being parents. ❞

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WTF U!: m.list . 09 . 10

When the sun barely rises over the horizon, you're already rubbing the sleep from your eyes. It's Sunday, and while you firmly believe Sundays should be lazy days, you tend to ask for two days off in a row during the week if the gym isn't understaffed. You can give up a lazy Sunday morning if it means having two weekdays to laze around. Considering Amaki’s already beginning to fuss in his crib, it seems you already have your work cut out for you.

Like yesterday, you tend to Amaki as Oikawa instructed. Since he didn't have to give you a mini-lesson, he was already gone for his morning jog by the time you finished prepping Amaki's bottle. The only thing that was truly different about today and yesterday was that Oikawa actually listened to you.

"I'm gonna take Amaki back with me to my place today and stay the night there," he announces over scrambled eggs and sausage once he’s finished jogging.

You've already finished eating, quickly washing your plate so you can make it to work on time. "Oh, okay. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."

Why is she so lackluster at the most random times, he sighs to himself. "Can I come back for dinner? I can grab more of Amaki's bottles and formula if I can come back."

"Sure do what you want," you tell him. You're on autopilot, just moving through your morning routine so you can finish your day already. You're not exactly the type to have morning conversations — even if it's Oikawa. Especially if it's Oikawa and his stupid charms.

You're still bothered by how easily your parents gave in to the baby trick. You're bothered that you didn't catch wind of his plan sooner. He used your own plan against you — the only fair revenge is the cold shoulder. 

But even Oikawa doesn't appear to be fazed by that. He bid you a casual goodbye despite your half-hearted one and went about his morning of packing Amaki's things. It isn't long before he's dropping his overnight bag in his own bedroom, Amaki securely in his arms.

"Oikawa, is that you?"

"Yeah, Asahi," he calls over his shoulder. Honestly, who else would have a key, doofus? He's such a worrywart.

"Good to see you again," he greets, his voice much closer now. His eyes go big when Oikawa turns around in his bedroom, holding a baby. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! When- Whose- Where-"

"Re-laaaaxxxxxx!" Oikawa waves his worries away with a flick of his wrist. "You remember Amaki, right?"

"Oh!!" Asahi laughs heartily, his nerves slowing down. I do not think I'd be able to sleep at night knowing Oikawa went and had a baby in the few days I didn't see him. "So that's where you've been huh? How's your brother?"

In the years they've known each other, Asahi and Oikawa have gotten fairly close. They share the athletic club despite being on different volleyball teams, although Asahi is there more often than Oikawa since he uses the weight room more frequently. While it may seem cliche to room with a hometown friend (if they can even call each other that), it’s worked out for them for the past three years. They aren't the best of friends, but they'd be the first ones there for each other if things went awry for the other. They’d find themselves sharing personal stories they don’t tell other people and getting the advice they wouldn’t get from others — even if they didn’t ask for it. 

"He's good, but I was actually at my almost-girlfriend's house," he corrects cheekily, sticking his tongue out with a playful wink.

Asahi's jaw drops at his bragging. "What? Back up, back up." He waves his hands in front of him as if to scramble his own memories. "So you- and her- you were-"

His face turns slightly pink. Oikawa's got a girlfriend he's partially living with already? What am I doing with myself?!

"I don't want to know what you're thinkingggg," Oikawa sings, lifting Amaki over his head to entertain him during the conversation.

"Nothing!! I'm just... Wow. It's kinda soon is all..." At this, Oikawa shoots him a questioning look. "I'm just being honest! Who is it?"

"No one you'd know," he quips. "And it's not that soon. We aren't even technically together yet."

"But you're staying at her house."

It's not a question. It's almost an accusation.

"Yeah." Oikawa says it with his walls slowly building up. Of all the things he would deserve judgment for about this situation, that is not the main priority. He can smell the unwanted advice coming.

"...She mu-"

"Don't even get started," Oikawa speaks over him childishly to avoid his scolding, his chin angled up in defiance.

"I wasn't going to-"

"If you really want to help me you'd tell me about that place you went to last week with your last date."

"Huh? You mean..."

Land O'Frost. The next day, the neon letters are burning into your eyes and will probably leave you with a headache if you don't look away. That's not a problem, though. Oikawa's already ushering you away from the window sign and into the froyo cafe. When he said he wanted to take you somewhere special, you expected a new grocery store — not the safe haven for Insta-addicts and online models. 

Only he would think of this.

"Wow, Y/N-chan, look at this! They even have a build your own boba wall!" He takes your hand, leading you to where he's already set his sights on. "I can't wait to get some pictures here."

"Did you bring me here so I could be your impromptu photographer?" you ask defensively. 

"Huh?" He looks at you in confusion. "I'm taking pictures of you."

"What? Absolutely not."

"Y/N-chan," he tsks, shaking his head and planting a hand on your shoulder. "I told you to dress nice and just pack your work clothes and you listened. You didn't think I did that for nothing, did you?"

You can feel your cheeks stubbornly warming up despite your mental banter with yourself. Sure, you easily found a cute outfit to spare, but it wasn't photoshoot ready. And it certainly wasn't... Wait.

"Is this a date?"

Oikawa doesn't answer fast enough, but not because he wasn't expecting the question. Rather, he's too busy smiling silently at your revelation. Bingo!

You want to wipe the smug smile off his stupid face. For now, you have to settle on pushing past him to get yourself an extra-large cup for your boba. Elated with satisfaction, Oikawa hangs back, taking candid shots of you while you do your best to ignore him. It's hard, though. With an occasional "Oh do that again!" and "Freeze right there!" you can't exactly pretend that you came here alone. He's enjoying himself way too much, but meanwhile, he's starting to catch on that you aren't that happy with his choice of delivery.

Her eyebrows are creasing, he mentally notes while he's sitting across from you with his froyo. She's chewed probably 27 times and only took one sip and-... Why the hell do I think like that worrywart now?!

He mentally slaps himself on the cheeks, willing himself to regain his confidence. "Y/N, what's got you so lost in thought?"

"Nothing," you say lightly, taking another sip.

Finally. "C'mon, I'll even buy you a cup of froyo if you tell me."

"Well you're my date, aren't you?" you snap, sending him a cold look. "You're supposed to do that anyway. But I mean, how would I know since I wasn't even told ahead of time."

"R-right..." She's sulking. He sifts through all his prior knowledge of you, desperately wanting to appease you right now. He came this far and even asked his bear of a roommate for help. He can't back down now. Figuring this out will be like a big trophy to him. Finding out what grinds L/N Y/N's gears? Easy.

“You’re upset that I brought you here without telling you it was a date,” he announces, mixing his yogurt.

You glance over in mild horror. God… I’m on a date with a psychopath that stirs their froyo layers together.

When you don’t answer, he continues. “You’re upset that I brought you on a date.”

Again, no answer. 

You’re beginning to feel silly. Never have you been the type to follow that ugly stereotype of women being broody and uncommunicative. You truly have no issue with talking to him, but it’s what you would say that’s the issue. It’s way too embarrassing.

“Oh, I know!” He grins mischievously. “You’re upset that I didn’t stay the night with you last night because that’s when you were finally gonna make your move on me. Gosh, Y/N-chan, you are just so easy to read. You could’ve just-”

“I’m irritated because I would’ve picked a cuter outfit if I knew this was a date!”

It seems like the whole cafe falls silent, save for the lo-fi beats playing through the speakers above everyone. During your embarrassing confession, you naturally held your head down and busied your hands with gripping the plastic cup in front of you. There’s no way you’ll look him in the eye right after that — not when it seems like everyone is staring too.

Your words come as a happy surprise to Oikawa. You don’t see the realization cross his features with a slight shade of rose creeping up his ears. You don’t see the small smile that tugs at his lips or the gears turning in his head or the way he gets goosebumps as he realizes the meaning behind your words. 

She actually would’ve gone on a date with me and put effort into it without me asking… I wouldn’t have been the only one looking forward to it.

What comes into your view is a pastel blue plastic spoon with a dollop of strawberry lemon and birthday cake froyo on it. “We’re a lot alike, right? So I think you’d like this.”

You look up at him, lips forming a small O and eyes searching his for any sign that he’ll tease you as he usually does. But instead, there’s a look in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. Some sort of look that would only be painted with watercolors and paired with sunny days. A look that draws you in at the same time that it terrifies you. 

So you bite.

“Good, right?” he asks softly, his eyes never leaving you.

Begrudgingly, you nod while swallowing down the cold treat. You don’t know where your voice went — maybe it’s still caught in your throat. You wouldn’t hear it over your heartbeat pounding in your ears anyway. The air between the two of you is sparking and you don’t want to acknowledge it. Instead, you slide your cup over to him, inviting him to try your sweet treat too.

The two of you couldn’t linger in the cafe for long, of course. Oikawa was careful with timing out the date to make sure it didn’t clash with your afternoon shift, especially since this is his day off from practice. He waited in the car while you changed in the cafe bathroom and happily drove you to work. Of course, there’s another singing session that neither of you could miss out on. 

It’s safe to say his impromptu date is a success when you end it with a hasty kiss on his cheek, leaning across the center console.

“Ne, ne, Y/N-chan, did you know you’re glowing? Sorta like the sun but softer. I guess like the moon or something. Ne, are you listening, Y/N-chan?” Rina walks over to you, a subtle skip in her step. 

You look up from the computer, blinking away the memories of the last few hours. “Hm? I guess so.”

“If you tried a new skincare routine then you better tell me how it goes! Also, where’s Amaki? I swear I saw Tooru outside with you…”

Your spine straightens at her words. There’s no way she saw me kiss him, right? We were in the car the whole time… How did she see him?!

“U-uh, Oikawa-san said he took Amaki home to his parents early this morning,” you tell her nervously. 

“Aww, that’s too bad! He’s SO cute I hope he brings him back soon! Did he say when he’d be babysitting again? He’d tell you right?”

Suddenly the receptionists' office feels a lot warmer. Don’t tell me she saw… How else would she expect Oikawa to tell me stuff about Amaki? She’s not saying something baseless, is she?

“Are you two working or dawdling?” Tsuyu sneers at the two of you, putting a binder on the shelf near the supply closet. “I can’t believe I’m only getting paid enough for one person when I have to do work for the both of you. Well, not Rina as much as you, Y/N.”

I’m saved. For once, you’re glad to see Tsuyu and have her chew you out. Rina moves away from you and wanders off with the older woman, the two of them leaving you to check in the athletes as they come in for practices.

Your job is casual enough to leave your phone face up on the counter beside you as long as it’s not Tsuyu in a bad mood in the office with you. Every now and then you’ll glance at the notifications as they light up the LED screen, taking a moment to snort at your college friends’ messages or to scroll through a few apps every now and then. 

Hey Y/N it’s Akiko. Tooru gave me your number. Would you like to get lunch sometime this week?

The message comes across your screen right as you issue a new ID card for Azumane Asahi. 

“That’s the last time I can do that for free before I get in trouble,” you chide him with furrowed brows. 

He bows repeatedly while taking the freshly cut and printed card. “Thank you so much, L/N-san. I promise I won’t lose it again. I’m sorry for always inconveniencing you.”

“Ne, ne, you said that last time!” you whine dramatically, imitating a certain receptionist you both know and adore. “Start bothering her next time. I’m sure she’d be thrilled.”

Asahi blinks at you blankly for a moment, not catching on to what you’re saying even as the angel herself returns from her tasks with Tsuyu.

“Asa-chan? Asa-chan!” 

“That’s your cue,” you whisper. Asahi nods with such a serious look on his face, but it’s easy to see he’s nervous despite having gone on a date with Rina not long ago.

While the two of them indulge in a partially one-sided conversation, you take it upon yourself to message Akiko back. You have no idea why Oikawa would have given her your number, but you probably would have gotten it sooner or later. Whether it was today or nine months from now, it was bound to happen.

Sure! Just let me know when you’re free. I have tomorrow and Wednesday off.

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[bellatrixobsessed1]

Kissing Dead Pearls (Part 27)

The sky was a watercolor backdrop of searing oranges and yellows and pastel pink. Against it, holding a surfboard was a petite silhouette. “She’s too small to be any good.” Chan remarked. 

“I thought that it was the other way around, dude.” Ruon Jian shrugged. 

“Maybe if you have the right size surfboard. That one’s too big for her.”

To this Ruon had nodded in agreement. It didn’t bother Jet like it bothered the rest of the team. Chan and his girlfriend were particularly annoyed by the mistake. They could tell that she was new to the sport, unlike themselves. They have been doing it since childhood. 

Truth be told, they were afraid of her. Afraid that her mistakes would cost their team a victory that they hadn’t even had a chance to begin working towards. That first practice was a mess. Jet had watched her rather closely; every time she lost balance and every time she charged towards the wave too early or too late. She never seemed to have them timed right, could never seem to sense the water in the way a seasoned surfer would. She just didn’t have the connection. 

She took a deep breath. It was an hour and a half into a three hour long practice and she had yet to pull off even the most basic maneuver. But more than anything, Azula wanted to make her father proud. Truthfully, she had come to decide, within the first twenty minutes, that she hated surfing. It didn’t come naturally to her as volleyball did. She was furious with herself for having missed volleyball tryouts in favor of trying something new. 

She could have been on her way to becoming the star athlete of the middle school team. She could have been an hour and a half into praise and cheers. Instead her teammates were glaring at her. Even the coach’s formerly sympathetic eyes were clouding with impatience. She knew that he’d only let her on the team because of her father and his father’s legacy. 

She also knew that it was becoming abundantly clear that she didn’t share the family talent. She cast one more forlorn and longing glance at the volleyball in her sports bag before closing her eyes, readying her surfboard, and dashing towards the water. 

This time she was going to do it. She knew that she had timed the wave right. If only she had timed throwing her surfboard down correctly. Another wave took the board out from under her feet. 

No one bothered to tell her that she was supposed to go belly down and paddle out to the wave. 

Not even the coach. 

She was never one to quit. The only thing more dishonorable than a failure was a quitter. She would ride the failure out and probably with more success than riding any wave. A week into her new sport and she was only just starting to catch onto paddling out.

Azula was certain that balance wouldn’t be a problem. Toph had been kind enough to let her borrow her skateboard. The way she and Toph saw it, skateboarding was basically surfboarding without water. She did just fine maintaining her balance on the skateboard and by the end of the night she was even doing some decent tricks. 

So why the hell couldn’t she catch onto surfing?

She came to find that it was a simple as not being able to catch a wave. As simple as not knowing what to do when she finally did. She knew that once she figured out how to pop up that she would be able to stay standing and ride it out, but the waves were relentless and knocked her into the blue before she had a chance. 

Three days into week two was when she finally broke down. She was crying on Sokka’s bed about how Zuzu was mad at her for trying to one up him and how it wasn’t worth it because she wasn’t even good. How she wished she would have just gone for volleyball. 

He treated her to ice cream that she didn’t think she deserved, but Kya had insisted and Hakoda and Katara made it special.

Jet watched her cross the beach. “I’m surprised she’s even showing up still.” Chan’s girlfriend had commented. 

“I wouldn’t if I was that awful.” Ruon noted. 

“I wonder if her dad beats her for not being able to carry on the family legacy.” Jet didn’t know the girl’s name but even Chan looked at her and muttered, “too far.” Jet might have slapped her if he didn’t have a moral code. 

Azula held her head as high as she could for how many times the waves pulled it under. She had enough grace, he could see it in the way she paddled, the way she cut seamlessly through the waves. He could tell that she was getting used to timing and catching the waves. But she never managed to fully stand up and the one time she did, she hadn’t known what to do next. 

He watched her drag herself and her board back to shore. Long locks of hair hung down her back, shimmering in the setting sun. She wore a seashell bracelet around her slender wrist. Her skin was tanned nicely and her eyes reflected the sunlight so well. 

The rest of the team called her the weak link but he called her beautiful. 

The rest of the team called her the weak link but he called her untrained. 

He spent his entire weekend doing what their coach should have done. And she caught on fast. Who would have thought that actually teaching her what to do would have made such a significant difference.

When Monday came around, she walked onto the beach with a surfboard fitted to her smaller stature and a more confident stride. 

If she could have some success with a board that was not properly sized, she could do wonders with this board. 

For the first time she’d managed to catch a wave. Albeit, not on her first or even fourth try. But ten minutes in, she caught one and rode it out. Practices went that much smoother, she was beginning to learn and perform the basics. 

It wasn’t the remarkable and impressive transformation she had hoped for.

It was so ordinary. 

But it was enough to bring her from dead last to third from the bottom--and on a good night, four away from it.

The season had ended and she vowed to do volleyball next year. But the next year rolled around and her teammates were disappointed to see her dragging her board up the beach. 

A summer practicing with Jet and Sokka had done wonders. 

Chan, his now ex-girlfriend, Ruon, and the rest of the team hadn’t been there to see her practice. It was just as well. It was more satisfying. 

She went first. Her paddling was stronger, her carves smoother, her balance expectedly impeccable. She pulled off her first roundhouse cutback.

Azula was a thrill for Jet to watch, she always was. That determined and driven look and the victorious one that usually followed. They were stunning. She was stunning. Especially now that confidence was thrown into the mix. He more than admired her haughty stride back up the beach and past the rest of the team, “you’re up Chan.”

.oOo.

Azula takes Sokka’s hand and they slowly pad along the sand. He is so close to the sea that almost took him and yet he grins, wide and beaming. It is probably because he is with her. He stops to brush the hair out of her face. 

He leans in for his kiss only to get a mouthful of hair courtesy of the wind throwing it back across her face. He sweeps it aside again and this time she holds it back. 

She closes her eyes and tilts her head up, she looks serene and blissful. 

It makes him want to hurl.

Jet turns away before their lips make contact. With more force than necessary, he takes another bite of his chili dog. He doesn’t even like chili! Yet the flavor is still more pleasant than the look of Sokka locking lips with his ex.

He feels bad for feeling so appalled considering how much less tense she is, but it hits him quite mercilessly that he could have never made her feel that way. If only he’d met her first. If only he had been the childhood friend. 

If only he’d asked her for a date when he’d first had the urge. That day when he saw her silhouetted against the sunset with a surfboard in hand. 

Maybe if he’d held her a little closer when teaching her to balance. Maybe if he’d cheered her on a little more, she would have asked him. 

Maybe he would be walking down the beach with her. Instead he finds himself furious. After everything he’d done for her, she’d snub him like this? It was he who helped her work from no skill whatsoever to the surfer that the rest of the team strived to be. 

He helped get her through the past few months of summer and now she was ignoring him more or less completely.

“Still brooding?” Katara asks. 

He takes another angry munch of his chili dog. 

“Why are you watching them make out if it makes you angry?”

He thinks that maybe he wants to be angry because that is better than feeling let down, used, and miserable. “Maybe if I watch hard enough, she’ll see my charm and makeout with me instead.” He mutters.

“Ew.” Zuko grumbles. Apparently the concept of it is enough to drive him right back to the smoothie bar. Granted, he makes a similar face when he gets within sound range of the couple. Jet swears that if Sokka had the strength, he would quite literally lift her off of her feet. 

Thankfully he is still too weary for that and has to settle for a careful hug. “I’m going to go share a smoothie with Zuko, you want anything?” Katara offers.

He shakes his head. 

“You sure? We’re going to be heading back tomorrow, so now’s your last chance to have one.” 

“I’m sure.” 

He hears that light and warm laugh and frowns deeper. He wants to be happy for Azula, he truly does. But he can’t force happiness. He hears the shifting of sand and a shadow falls over him. 

“Exactly how long do you plan on staring at my daughter for?” 

Jet tenses up. He gives his body enough slack to muster up a single shrug. “Until she stops being so annoyingly beautiful, I guess.” He, to Ozai’s dissatisfaction, slips up. 

“If that is the only reason you are upset to have lost her, than you didn’t deserve her.” 

He wonders how many times Sokka was told that he wasn’t good enough for Azula, if he had been told at all. “It isn’t. It’s just the easiest reason to explain.” 

When the girl’s father doesn’t respond, he continues. “She’s talented and clever. She’s…” his mind wanders back to the stormy beach. “Strong and determined. I think that she might be unstoppable…”

Ozai nods. “Even so. You knew what this trip was about when you stepped aboard the ship. It is not her fault that you were not prepared for the outcome.” He pauses and clasps his hands behind his back, fixing Jet with a stern look. “If you trouble her over her decision, I assure you that there will be a free spot on your surf team.”

Jet suppresses a scowl. The old man did more to hurt his daughter than Jet himself could ever hope to do and he had half the mind to inform him of such. He curbs his tongue. “I don’t want to hurt her.” But he wishes that she wouldn’t hurt him. “Should I talk to her?”

Ozai shakes his head. “Unless it is about surfing or another mundane topic. She will speak to you about it when she is ready.”

Jet sighs and rests his chin in his hands as Ozai makes his way towards the smoothie bar. He feels as out of place as Azula must have while carrying a surfboard much too large for her. He doesn’t belong on this trip. With this family. 

Azula leads Sokka back to their beach towel and, in the shade of their umbrella, begins unpacking lunch. It probably has all of Sokka’s favorites. 

He hears the sand sift again and the clunk of a glass on the wooden table. “There’s a shot of rum in yours. Don’t you dare mention it to anyone on this beach.” 

Jet takes his beverage and sipis it. “And yours.”

Ozai holds out his receipt. There is only one alcoholic drink and Jet can taste the rum on his. 

“You could use a drink, boy.”

Azula settles into Sokka’s arms and Jet can’t disagree. 

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Sokka #Sokkla #Jetzula #Jet #Zuko #Katara #Ozai #Fanfiction

[detectiveran]

What about prompt 135 😗👀👀👀?

#135: “I know that people usually kiss under mistletoe but... I had other things planned.”

Prompt list here.

So here ya go. AU. Hope you like it anon!

College had been a whirlwind of opportunities. He got to experience a lot of stuff he didn’t imagine himself having. Drinking alcohol, partying all night long, bunking classes and just goofing around with his friends, all normal stuff for many people but to him, they were all new experiences. Being raised by strict, traditionalist parents didn’t offer him a leeway to just enjoy. Not like all of his peers were. 

So, yeah, college was full of new and exciting. Romance and sex were still eluding him though. Well, it wasn’t as if he was actively looking out for them. Not when he had a good reason not to. His peers on the other hands, loved the girls. Apparently, girls in colleges were a different breed than the high school ones. They were more experimental, more prone to going out, more confident and sexy, yada yada yada. Shinichi tuned them out. He wasn’t interested. At all.

His friends found him weird for his stoic stance when it came to dating and relationships. He truly didn’t give a fuck if a girl asked him or not or if he looked good or anything of that sort. And so, it irked them even more when girls would go for Shinichi rather than them. His devil-may-care attitude was attractive to the girls. Well, so was his face and body. Shinichi was a soccer player and his athletic build had attracted a lot of attention. He was extremely intelligent and always helpful. He should have and could have been the it guy on the campus but he wasn’t. And he chose not to be that guy. Something was truly wrong with his head, they concluded. 

Or.

Or he had a girlfriend already and he wasn’t willing to spill the deets to them. Well, he had another thing coming if he thought he would be keeping this girlfriend of his a secret. And so, the light questioning and slight stalking began. He went out to eat alone? There they were, hiding behind a building, sometimes in the same restaurant as him, disguised in itchy wigs and sunglasses. He was busy on his phone? There they were, looking over his shoulders, trying to figure out who this ‘R’ person was whom Shinichi texted a lot.

When all was said and done, he was very private. He didn’t flaunt his personal life like some guys did. He rejected all blind and group dates, choosing to stay in, no matter how much they begged him. They reached their limit when the queen of their university, Takeyama Haru, had straight up asked him out and he had the audacity to say “Thank you, but, no” to her face. 

What. The. Fuck. Was. That?

Who turned out the black haired, blue eyes, porcelain skinned, legs running for miles, her body shaped like an hourglass, her trance inducing gait Takeyama Haru down? And that too, so quickly? The asshole didn’t even give her a second to breathe before he rejected her.

Yamaguchi, Satoshi and Kirishima had their theories on his rejection. Number one theory: He was gay. It was strongly rejected when they deliberated on it though. He had never shown any romantic or sexual interest in other guys. Some theories on him being closeted were thrown out but they doubted it. Shinichi, himself, had very progressive views and they doubted that if he were gay he would hide it.

Second theory: He was aromantic or asexual and didn’t care about love or sexual attraction. They were leaning more towards it. The boy was infallible. No amount of beautiful girls and guys, in some instances, would ruffle his feathers. He had shown no interest in anyone in a romantic or sexual sense since the six months they had started to attend university and at that point, they had assured themselves that Shinichi was in fact asexual or aromantic. They never asked him though, silently vowing to support him and his quest to say no to every attractive girl or boy that came his way. 

The day they had their Christmas break though, everything changed. Shinichi’s apartment was tiny but large enough to accommodate the four of them whenever they needed to hang out. His place was clean and closer to the sushi place they loved to eat at. So, with no Christmas dates, a heavy heart and empty stomach, they made their way to his apartment.

They were confused when they saw how decorated his house was. Mistletoe hung, streamers adoring his half way opened door. When had Shinichi converted to Christianity? Oh well, maybe they would get some cake then. Wasn’t there a saying the more, the merrier? Well, they were going to be very merry if Shinichi had some cake. 

When they fully opened the door though, their feet froze. They could hear a girl giggling and Shinichi’s chuckles. Their eyes widened and they looked at each other as if they had discovered a big secret.

There was a girl with him. 

Now, they knew. They knew how Shinichi was. There was no way he would invite girls over in his apartment. So what was a girl doing here? Maybe it was trick, Satoshi’s eyes narrowed. Maybe it was April’s Fools rather than Christmas Day. Yep, that made sense. 

There was silence as they mulled over the situation they had stumbled upon.

Wait! There was silence!

What were the girl and Shinichi doing that there was silence? They silently walked in, making sure to hide themselves and hid behind the sofa. The three of them held their breaths, knowing that their world was about to change. Today, they were going to witness something miraculous. Huh. Maybe Santa was real and had heard their plea to find out what Shinichi’s deal with dating was.

Swallowing thickly, they nodded at each other. They had to look now. They would know now. There would be no turning back and wondering what was up with him. And so they peeped, only for their jaws to drop.

They were kissing! 

What. The. Fuck!

And Shinichi was enjoying it!

What. The. Fuck!

He had his hand curled around the girl’s neck, tilting her head up. He was into it. Holy fuck, Shinichi was actually into kissing a girl. And was that a smile? Was that a fucking smile? What the hell was going on? 

When they separated, they could clearly hear Shinichi suggestively say, “ I know that people usually kiss under mistletoe but... I had other things planned.” 

Well, there went the asexual theory.

The girl giggled and stepped up on her tip toes and whispered something in his ear and the three of them were astounded when a grin crept up on his space. They had seen that grin many times. They knew what that meant. 

Kirishima couldn’t hold himself in and he burst out from his hiding place, effectively making Yamahuchi and Satoshi very visible. Yamaguchi and Satoshi were too flabbergasted to even notice that Kirishima had outed them out. Shinichi and the girl broke apart and she took a step in front of Shinichi and widened her stance as if she was going to attack them and said, “Shinichi, step back.” 

Shinichi tapped the girl on her shoulder and said, “It’s fine, Ran, they are my friends.” 

The girl, Ran, apparently, relaxed her stance and smiled, “Oh, sorry about that. Hello. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Ran Mouri.” 

The girl was real. Oh god, the girl was real. She was talking and smiling and wow, she looked so beautiful. 

Satoshi managed to gather his bearings first, noticing that the girl, Mouri-san, had started to look a bit uncomfortable at their blatant staring and silence, leaning back against Shinichi a bit, and said, “Hello, Mouri-san, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Satoshi Kai.” 

The gir- Mouri-san, relaxed a bit and smiled at him. 

Wow, she was so beautiful. He looked at Shinichi and noticed how wide his smile was and how sparkly his eyes were and how he had his hand curled around her shoulders protectively. 

He didn’t need to ask the question to know what his answer would be if he asked what their relationship was. It was quiet obvious.

But Yamaguchi did apparently, “You have a girlfriend?” he asked, not able to withstand not knowing anymore.

Satoshi and Kirishima hit the back of his head. Even they knew how rude that question was and started to apologize, “Ah, sorry, about this idiot, Mouri-san. Don’t pay any mind to him.” 

Mouri-san giggled though, shrugging off their apology and said, “It’s nice to meet Shinichi’s friends. I’ve heard a lot about you guys.” 

Oh, had she? 

“Oh, has she?” Yamagchi said teasingly to Shinichi and continued, “I would like to say the same, Mouri-san but this guy,” he pointed his thumb at the guy in question, “hasn’t mentioned a word about his girlfriend.”

Shinichi rolled his eyes and said, “Well, you guys never asked.” 

The three of them looked at him in confusion. Wait, had they really never asked him if he ever had a girlfriend? Realization dawned on them as they went over every conversation they ever had about dating and girls. They really never asked him if he had a girl. They just thought that he didn’t since he never mentioned anyone. Wow, were they a bunch of idiots.

“And anyway, Ran isn’t my girlfriend,” Shinichi said. 

Jesus Christ, were they getting shocks after shocks. So, Shinichi, was really a player? Somehow the image didn’t fit. 

Mouri-san was blushing though and they were confused. Wouldn’t any girl be mildly offended if a guy relegated her to a hook up in front of his friends? What was going on?

“She’s my wife.” 

#dcmk #detective conan #shinran #shinichi kudou #ran mouri #shinichi kudo #ran mori #oc characters #my writing #sooo how was it #is it as bad as i think it is

[trash4trashmouth]

and it is hot hot hot

a/n: title is from beachboy by mcafferty, would def recommend bc it slaps so hard

warnings: literally just smut

four months ago, the thought of you dating bill denbrough was utterly laughable. you were a cheerleader, your big brother was the student body president. you were popular, known for your ever present smile and kindness. you could get any guy you wanted. and ever since eighth grade, the only guy you wanted was bill. 

but he was, quite honestly, a loser. even with your reputation for being kind, your friends would never let you hear the end of it if they knew you had a crush on richie tozier’s best friend. 

that was until junior year. something must have changed over the summer, because everyone went back to school near the end of august and suddenly bill was hot. you had thought he was attractive before, of course, but now it was obvious to everyone. 

endless hours outside had done him well, his skin was tanned enough for freckles to show up along his cheeks. he seemed to be about three inches taller than he was since you last saw him. even through the fabric of his tee shirt, it was obvious that his shoulders had filled out and he was developing a decent amount of muscle mass. along with the physical changes, it felt like he was carrying himself differently. you didn’t know where the confidence was coming from, but you definitely weren’t complaining. and neither were your friends. 

“i heard bill denbrough took sophie howard's virginity over the summer.” your best friend, lillian, said as she sat down beside you at lunch. she was dressed in her cheer uniform, along with you and the other two girls you sat with, cynthia and rose. it was the end of the first week back at school, and there was a football game that night. 

“i heard that too! at a fireworks show, in the park of all places!” rose piped up. she had always loved gossip, ever since you became friends in third grade. 

you felt your heart sink a little bit. of course bill would have a girlfriend now. you had missed your chance after all. 

“alice from my math class told me that he broke up with sophie because she stopped taking her birth control and was trying to trick him into getting her pregnant. how fucked up is that?” cynthia leaned on her elbows as she spoke. you smiled a little bit at that, and the conversation began to move elsewhere as the lunch period progressed. 

-

you had a plan, which, according to you, was entirely foolproof. practically every girl in the school was drooling over bill, but you thought that if you actually got up the confidence to confront him about your feelings, he’d somehow choose you. 

so that’s what you did. right before the last class period of the day, you found yourself walking up to bill’s locker. 

“hey denbrough.” you said, looking up at him with a grin. 

“oh, hey y/n.” he looked at you with some confusion on his face. the two of you had crossed paths a handful of times before. he played baseball with your brother and lived just down the street from you, but you’d never started up a conversation with him unprompted. 

“are you coming to the football game tonight?” you leaned up against the locker beside his as you spoke, and adjusted your short skirt. 

“i don’t usually go to football games.” his eyes widened a bit in the middle of his sentence, as if he suddenly understood the implications. “but i did want to go to some this year. i guess now is probably the best time to start.”

you nodded eagerly and briefly ran your fingers down his arm. “definitely. i’ll see you there!” you winked at him and turned, and then you were on your way to eighth period math. 

-

the game was perfect. your team won by a comfortable margin, and the energy in the crowd was amazing. most of all, you were absolutely thrilled to be back to cheering with all your best friends. by the time the game ended, bill was almost completely out of your mind. almost. 

about twenty minutes after the game, you were walking to your car. you had taken your bow out, your sports bag was slung over your shoulder, and you were wearing your letterman jacket over your uniform to avoid the night time chill. and there he was. bill denbrough, in all his glory, leaning up against his beat up red truck. 

“hey, stranger.” you grinned, walking away from your car and up to him. “i didn’t think you’d come. not your scene, really.”

“i mean, you asked me to. and i can’t say no to pretty girls.” bill said with a laugh, bouncing his keys in his palm. you felt your heart start racing, but you tried to keep your cool on the outside.

“did you bring anyone with you?” you asked curiously. rumors in derry carried a lot of weight. in a town so small, everyone knew everyone’s business. but you wanted to make sure you weren’t going to be called a homewrecker the next day.

“richie and beverly. they left after the third quarter cause bev has a curfew.” he looked you up and down, and maybe it was just the sun going down but you swore you saw his pupils expand. 

he looked good. better than you remembered from earlier that day. he was wearing dark wash jeans, and a dark green flannel over a white tee shirt. his hair was just the right amount of messy, and his cheeks were the tiniest bit red from the wind. 

“is your bag heavy? i can carry it to your car for you.” it was only when he spoke that you realized how much time had passed in silence. 

“what a gentleman. i’d appreciate that.” you fished your car keys out of the bag and then held it out for him. when he took it, you found yourself grabbing onto the crook of his elbow. it just felt right, and he never commented on it, so you didn’t either. 

back at your car, in the corner of the parking lot designated to athletes, bill put your bag in the trunk of your car and let you slam it shut. you turned to face him, and he was so close to you that you could barely breathe. 

“bill.” you spoke softly, like you were telling him a secret. he hummed in reply and raised his eyebrow. “i want you to kiss me.”

he laughed under his breath, but then he leaned down and before your brain could catch up his lips were on yours and his hands on your hips. you kissed him back quickly, your arms going to wrap around his neck and pull him closer. 

“wanted to do this for forever.” you mumbled into his mouth. he was a good kisser, but it was clear he wasn’t experienced. neither were you, you’d made out with a few boys at parties but never anything serious. 

one of his hands was resting on your upper thigh, just below the hem of your ridiculously tiny skirt, and the other was up your shirt, absently tracing shapes on your skin. it was driving you crazy. then, he started pressing kisses along the side of your neck, and when he bit at the spot right above your collarbone you let a soft moan leave your mouth. 

“wanna get in my car? just in case anyone is still here?” you asked quietly, trying to hold back a moan as he sucked a hickey into your skin. 

he nodded, face still tucked into your neck. you fumbled with your keys, eventually pushing him away just enough to get the back door unlocked and open. 

you sat down and pulled him in with you. it seemed like ages passed before his lips were on yours again, but in reality it wasn’t even a whole minute. 

he pushed your jacket off of your shoulders and ran his cold hands down your arms while he went back to kissing you. you never thought you would’ve enjoyed just kissing someone this much, but with bill you felt like you could do it forever. 

his hand drifted up your thigh and under your skirt. you moaned softly and arched up into his touch. you moved your hands under his tee shirt, taking note of the fact that you could feel the definition of the muscles in his back. bill dropped his head to your neck again, pressing kisses to your sensitive skin.

you moved to sit on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist. when you lifted your head you could see the windows of your car fogging up and couldn’t help but grin. 

it hadn’t been your intention to do anything more than make out a little bit, but then bill started teasing you through your underwear and you turned to putty in his hands. you moaned and gripped his shoulders like you’d float away if you didn’t hold on. 

“it’s not nice to tease.” you whined, getting impatient. he laughed quietly and kissed you again. briefly, he pulled his hands away from you to take off the unbuttoned flannel he was wearing. without warning, he pulled your underwear to the side and rubbed your clit with his thumb. you gasped, throwing your head back. then his fingers were inside you. they were longer than your own and reached that sensitive spot perfectly. 

“you’re so wet baby girl.” bill whispered, pulling you closer. you whimpered, your head falling forward onto his shoulder as your orgasm approached. “cum for me, honey.” and you did. 

“fuck, bill.” you moaned, bucking your hips up into his hand as you came hard. 

“good girl.” his breath was warm against the side of your face and you lifted up your head to look at him for a minute. you’d always thought bill was good looking, but you’d never seen him look this good. his hair was perfectly messy from your fingers running through it, and his skin was shiny with a faint layer of sweat. you reached forward to grab at the hem of his shirt and lift it over his head, desperate to see more of him. 

he kissed you again and you melted into it. you ran your hands down his chest to grab at his belt buckle. when you got his jeans open you stopped for a minute to palm at his erection through his boxers, making him moan against your mouth. he lifted his hips up to help you pull his jeans and boxers down his thighs. you lifted yourself up, arms wrapped around his shoulders, and lowered yourself on to him. he was a lot bigger than you were used to, and you winced slightly as you tried to adjust to his size. 

“am i hurting you?” he asked softly, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. you shook your head and bit down on your lower lip. 

“i just need a minute. you’re so big.” you whined softly and grabbed onto his shoulders. he rubbed your clit with his thumb again and you moaned, and the pain started to give way to pleasure. 

when moans started to fall more freely from your lips, bill wrapped his arm tight around your chest and flipped the two of you, so he was pressing you against the seat of the car. he slammed into you harder and harder with each thrust, hitting just the right spot each time, and you could feel the pleasure building inside of you like a coil tightening between your hips. you dug your nails into his back, holding onto him tightly as you felt a second orgasm start to build. 

“fuck, bill, i’m gonna-“ you couldn’t even get the words out before you were cumming again, tightening around him so much that he had to stop his movements. 

“good girl. so fucking tight for me.” he muttered, pressing kisses along the side of your neck. you whined, arching into the touch as he started to move his hips again. it only took a few more sloppy thrusts before he was pulling out of you and his release splattered across your thighs. 

“i think i should come to football games more often.” he said with a grin, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your cheek. you giggled, running your hands over his bare chest while he reached into the front of the car. he grabbed a handful of napkins from your center console and cleaned you up. 

you pulled him closer and ran your hands through his hair, then kissed him gently. “yeah. you definitely should.” 

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough imagine #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough smut #it 2017 #it 2019 #it imagines #Richie tozier #Stanley uris #Beverly marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #eddie kaspbrak

[locke-writes]

With One Heart

Author: locke-writes

Title: With One Heart

Request: Can I please have a Reyxfem!curvy!reader? Rey and reader meet when a cocky rookie makes a mistake on a mission that almost cost several lives. Just purely being a cocky, dumbass. When reader finds out, she chews him out big time. Rey is further interested when she sees the reader put the rookie through hard training by her, to learn to do better. For: @labyrinth-of-thoughts

Rating: T

Word Count: 1308

You slipped out of bed and made your way to the plane hangar. You still had about four hours before you had to be awake but you hadn't even slept. You couldn't sleep. It had always been this way, you never could sleep before a mission. Partially it was out of anxiety and partially it was out of excitement. That was normally why you couldn't sleep, but this time it was mainly fear. This mission, you had a greater reason to fear not coming back home. This time you had Rey to think about.

Sitting at the front of the hangar staring at the stars through the windows you didn't bother turning around when the sound of footsteps started up. You'd been with Rey long enough that you knew when it was her walking towards you rather than someone else on your squad. 

"You should be asleep" you stated as she sat beside you.

"I could say the same thing. But since my girlfriend isn't in bed, I find it fairly difficult." she replied, turning to kiss you.

"I'm worried."

"About?"

"I'm here now with you which means I've made it out of every last mission that I've had but I still can't help thinking about the big what if?"

"What if you don't come home this time?"

"Exactly. I have you now, something I didn't have before. If I died on the mission I died for the cause and while the squad is family it's not like I feel about them like I feel about you. The thought of not coming back and leaving you alone terrifies me."

"But you will come back."

"You say that like it's a definitive thing Rey. No one can know if I'll come back alive"

"It is definitive. At least to me it is. You've made it back before and you'll do it again. Now whether you do in one piece is yet to be determined."

"I make no promises that there won't be a few scrapes and bruises or something. When I get back I'll probably bypass seeing you and head to see a doc or somebody first."

"Wouldn't expect anything less from you. Do you want to try going back to bed or have you resigned yourself to being up for the day."

"If you want to go back to bed go ahead, you deserve sleep. I think I'm just going to stay up, maybe I'll do a few maintenance repairs on some of the X-Wings."

"Then if you're up, I'm up." Rey declared and you knew that there was no room for you to protest.

"Maybe I've told you this before, maybe I haven't but. When I found you, my heart found a home. I love you. Now if you're about to stay up then you might as well help out so grab a wrench and let's get to work."

"Love you too. And yes, captain right away." She replied laughing.

It was a mission that you were about to go on that was terrifying you because it could mean the last time you'd ever see her. It was also a mission that had introduced you. 

As soon as you landed you stormed over to the rookie that had screwed it up. All of your squadron had made it out alive but more worse for wear than if the plan had been followed to a T. Rather you'd a first timer on your hands who thought that his first mission was the best time to show off. Every pilot had some hotshot trick they did to impress everyone, hell you had one yourself yet every pilot should be aware that life or death situations were not the best time to show off. 

He was grinning at you when you headed over, in his mind you were about to congratulate him on a job well done or for completing his first mission. Instead you dismissed the rest of the squadron who took off running having identified that when you were pissed off it was not the time to stick around. You'd chewed each one of them out for something in their time with you as their leader, they'd gotten used to it because they knew you only did so when someone deserved it. 

Poe had come with Rey to introduce the two of you. Finn was off working with the engineers and Rey was to curious to sit still and wait for him to take her around the base. Rather than get a nice and polite introduction what she witnessed was you running your rookie ragged in drills trying to get your point across that in the middle of a mission was not the time to be cocky. Poe showing up kinda diverted the point as he was the peak of cocky pilot but still. 

You paused from watching and went to where Poe stood. Rey was not only intimidated by you but also immediately attracted to you. Not that she'd ever tell you that last part, she wanted it to seem like you'd gradually won her over during all your sparring sessions together and through your ridiculous jokes. Not because the first time you had met you sauntered over tall, curvy, athletic, that alone ticked all the boxes of instant attraction. What also ticked boxes was the fact that you clearly cared about your squadron and your friends as evident by the fact that you and Poe fell easy into a back and forth repertoire of sarcastic quips.

Rey was liked on spot. She was new but it was clear she was a fighter. If you hadn't overheard a muffled comment come from your rookie about how you weren't even doing the drills yourself you would have flirted shamelessly with her at that moment. Instead you took off and ran through the drills side by side. If you were being called out by anyone, rookie or superior, you were going to accept the challenge. Drills were meant to be done to prepare you for the easy situations and the worst situations, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing that you step in and do a few yourself.

After that first meeting you would make time for her whenever you saw her. It was never because she was new on the base, it was only ever because you saw her as a friend and another person you could trust. Plus she laughed at your jokes, even the ones you knew weren't funny which was a good sign. 

The two of you would spar often and Rey would never say just what she was thinking the day that you asked her out. She made a bet that day, first person to pin the other won a kiss. There was absolutely no way that you were turning that bet down and Rey knew it. She knew well enough at this point that you were not the type of woman who refused bets. And in this case how in the hell were you going to refuse this particular bet.

She pinned you that day and you asked her to dinner.

The two of you had been inseparable ever since.

Being there in the plane hangar seeing her with grease on her face smiling with laughter in the air you knew you had fallen hard for her. You also knew in this moment that there was no one you'd rather be with. You'd come back from that mission, no matter what happened, if you were injured or stranded or captured you fight with everything you had and you would make it back.

Because there in that moment you knew that after everything was over, after the Resistance won the fight and the First Order was no more, you knew that you would marry her. And you couldn't wait to call Rey your wife.

#locke writes #star wars #rey #star wars imagine #rey imagine #star wars fic #rey fic #star wars fanfic #rey fanfic #star wars oneshot #rey oneshot

[stilesssolo]

You write amazingly! Can you write one with #11 pleeease? Maybe some angst like a drunk confession and then a fight? That would be great! Thank you!

Thank you so much!! I have a feeling this is a little different than the fight and confession you imagined, but… I couldn’t get it out of my head. I hope you like it!! 

(Also for the other anon who asked for 11 as well :) )

#11: Things you said when you were drunk

Send me a prompt! 

It still felt a little surreal, that they were actually here.

When Scott had promised that this year was going to be different, Stiles had scoffed at his best friend. Sure, his promises sounded nice on paper, but Stiles didn’t really believe things would somehow magically change. Three months into sophomore year and Stiles had yet to stand corrected— despite the Jeep he drove them both to school in now, or the extra lacrosse practices they had put in, they were still very much the outcasts of Beacon Hills High School.

Not that that particularly bothered Stiles. He had Scott, and that was really all that mattered to him. As long as his best friend was still by his side, he could deal with anything else high school threw at them.

But still— Stiles had really thought this was all going to be some sort of sick joke, some prank Jackson was pulling in his usual douchey manner on the weaker players on the team. An hour into Danny’s pre-season party, though, they had yet to encounter any incidents, and Stiles was even sort of having fun. Scott and he never got invited to these types of things— hence, Stiles’s apprehension when Danny had invited them in the first place. Stiles had wanted to skip it altogether, sure there was some joke that they would end up as the punchline of. But despite his shitty taste in best friends, Danny was a pretty good guy, and the excitement in Scott’s eyes at actually being invited to something had forced Stiles to push aside his apprehensions and go to the party with his friend.

Danny did know how to throw a good party, that he had to admit. Stiles had never particularly been a fan of parties— social anxiety, and all that— but this one was more than tolerable, and everyone else seemed to be greatly enjoying themselves. It looked like the whole school was at his house, music thumping and making the walls practically vibrate. Scott and he had spent most of their time here with the other not-so-great lacrosse players, laughing and drinking and having fun, while avoiding Jackson and his clique as much as possible. So far, that was going pretty well— it was clear that the only reason that the rest of the team had been invited was because technically, it was a lacrosse team party, and Jackson seemed to want as little to do with the rest of the team as they did with Jackson.

Stiles was tempting fate, though, by continuously looking over at him. Not that it was Jackson he was interested in— no, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the girl at his side.

“You’re staring again,” Scott informed him, nudging Stiles with his elbow. Stiles turned towards his best friend, away from Jackson and Lydia on the couch, over on the other side of the room. “Stop looking. It’s just gonna make you feel worse.”

Stiles sighed, immediately ignoring his best friend’s advice and turning to look at Lydia again. She was practically in Jackson’s lap, her short dress riding up as she leaned over to whisper something in his ear. His hand rested on her thigh possessively, that smug grin still tugging at his lips as Lydia nudged his ear with her nose, her smile pretty and seductive. Seeing her with Jackson always aggravated the hell out of him, because Stiles knew Jackson didn’t appreciate the incredible girl he was dating as much as she deserved. He didn’t think anyone actually knew how brilliant Lydia was, behind that ditzy popular-girl facade. But Stiles saw the tests she snuck into her bag in Bio and Calculus when she thought no one was looking, and he knew she was so much smarter than everyone gave her credit for.

“Why is she with him?” he asked Scott, voice low, although the question was mainly rhetorical. “He’s such an ass. She can do so much better.”

“It’s like you always say,” Scott replied, sipping from his red solo cup. “Beautiful people flock together. But seriously, Stiles,” Scott continued. “Forget about it. There’s nothing you can do, and you’re just making yourself miserable.”

Grudgingly, Stiles agreed, turning back to the other lacrosse players Scott was talking to— other sophomores who were not as athletically inclined as people like Jackson and Danny. More time passed, and he forgot about Lydia. Mostly.

He didn’t really remember until much later, on a mission to refill his and Scott’s drinks. Not that Stiles was allowed to drink anymore at this point, because he’d promised to drive Scott home, and if his dad had to leave work to pick them up he’d be grounded for the rest of the year. Danny’s house was enormous, and Stiles had only ever been there once or twice before. He’d had no issue finding another cheap beer for Scott, but water— that was proving more difficult to find.

Finally, Stiles located the kitchen and the fridge, sighing in relief at the water dispenser on the front door. He put Scott’s beer on the counter, leaning against the fridge as he filled up his cup, staring aimlessly into the adjacent dining room. This area of the house was much more deserted, which was probably the way Danny wanted it. The gleaming wood of the dining room table and the creamy carpet covering the floor looked like it would be easily ruined if the partygoers did wander in.

Which was why he was surprised when he heard approaching footsteps, followed by sharp voices.

It took him about two seconds to recognize Jackson’s voice, because he was using that same condescending, annoyed tone he used on everyone at lacrosse practice. But it was the voice that followed, tearful and distressed, that made Stiles freeze, going silent and slinking to the side of the fridge, remaining out of sight.

“Just shut up!” Jackson snapped, entering the dining room and turning around, facing the doorway. He didn’t notice Stiles, still frozen in the kitchen. “Okay, Lydia? Just drop it!”

“Drop it?” Lydia snapped back, her hands poised on her hips angrily. Even from his spot, Stiles could see the fire in her eyes. “You want me to just ignore the fact that you’re blatantly checking out other girls while I’m with you?”

“Yes,” he replied, tone dangerous, “because it doesn’t mean anything! It’s not a big deal!”

“It is to me, okay?” Lydia retorted. “I’m your girlfriend, and I don’t appreciate— Jackson!” she snapped again, her voice almost desperate as she tried to get his attention. Stiles could hear the distress in her tone; he knew she was trying so hard to maintain that facade, and it was cracking anyways.

“Could you look at me?” she demanded.

“I don’t know what you want me to do, Lydia!” he spat.

Lydia huffed, a humorless laugh escaping her lips. “How about listen to me? Treat me like a goddamn human being? I’m not just some possession you can tote around, okay?”

“Are you sure about that?” Jackson retorted, and Stiles wanted nothing more in that moment than to run at Jackson and punch him in the face.

Lydia fell silent, crossing her arms, making herself smaller. When she did speak, her voice had lost its fire, and she sounded on the brink of breaking down.

“You know what, I don’t care. Go screw Abigail, for all I care. I’m so fucking done dealing with you.”

Jackson huffed, stalking out of the dining room, leaving Lydia by herself. She remained frozen, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Stiles didn’t know what to do— he wanted to comfort her, tell her she deserved better, tell her she was amazing, that she shouldn’t have to put up with Jackson’s bullshit— but still, he couldn’t bring himself to walk forward, paralyzed by nerves or fear or… he didn’t know. His stomach churned and his heart ached for this poor, broken girl in front of him, but still, he couldn’t move.

Lydia unfroze then, uncrossing her arms and shaking her head slightly, like she was trying to forget what had just happened. Stiles watched as she ran a finger under her eye, brushing away a tear, before grabbing the drink she’d set on the table next to her and downing the whole thing in one sip. She tossed the empty cup in the trash can by the door, then stalked out of the dining room, her heels clicking on the wooden floors of the hallway.

Then, Stiles could finally move again.

He went and found Scott, who had begun to worry about where his friend had gone off to, handing him his beer absentmindedly. Stiles’s eyes surfed the crowd, and while he located Jackson, with some blonde freshman girl pressed up against him, he didn’t see Lydia anywhere.

“What is up with you, dude?” Scott said nearly an hour later, tearing Stiles from his routine search of the crowd for a flash of strawberry blonde hair. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Stiles said, though his attention wasn’t completely on Scott. He caught a glimpse of red hair, a flash of a blue dress that looked like the one Lydia had on across the dance floor, and he finally fully turned to Scott. His best friend was looking at him in concern, his eyes asking a question Stiles desperately did not want to answer.

“I just need some air,” he said quickly, stepping away from the group of lacrosse players. “Uh, I’ll be back.” He just caught a glimpse of the look Scott was giving him before he was off, pushing through the crowd on the dancefloor and following where he thought Lydia had gone.

He ended up in the deserted kitchen again, no sign of Lydia. His eyes must have been playing tricks on him, convincing him he was seeing things he wasn’t. Sighing, he wandered into the dining room, remembering how small and defeated Lydia had looked after Jackson had yelled at her. Jesus, he was such an idiot. Why hadn’t he done anything?

Stiles turned, defeated, to return to Scott in the other room, but through the glass sliding door, something caught his eye.

Lydia was sitting on the patio steps, strawberry blonde curls tumbling down her back and a half-empty bottle of liquor sitting next to her.

Without even thinking, Stiles walked over to the door, pulling it open slowly and stepping onto the patio. She immediately turned to look at him, her green eyes bleary and bloodshot, faint tear tracks running down her cheeks. The cold November breeze made him shiver in his hoodie, but before he could stop himself, he took another step closer to Lydia.

“Are you okay?” he asked her gently, despite the fact that she was clearly not okay.

“Stiles,” she slurred, eyes narrowing, and she raised one finger to point at him shakily. Jesus, she was really drunk. But he was a little taken aback that she knew his name— granted, they had gone to school together since kindergarten, but with the different circles they ran in… it still took him by surprise. His heart thumped erratically at the sound of his name on her lips, and Stiles swallowed, trying to calm his racing pulse.

“You know my name?” he asked her, tentatively sitting down next to her on the steps. She raised an eyebrow at him, a look of disbelief on her face.

“You’re in Bio with me,” she supplied. “And you always get yelled at for talking to the guy next to you.”

That made sense, because Scott sat next to him in Bio.

Lydia shivered, running one hand over her arm, goosebumps indicating how cold she was. Stiles hesitated, thinking of slipping his sweatshirt off. He wanted to give it to her, but would that freak her out, or make her mad? She was letting him sit next to her. Then again, she was really drunk right now.

“Are you okay?” Stiles settled on, repeating his previous question. Lydia looked at him, her expression skeptical.

“Why do you care?” she asked, and it broke Stiles’s heart to realize she wasn’t used to people caring about her wellbeing. She may have lots of pretty, popular friends, but Stiles was pretty sure none of them knew what Lydia was really like.

He almost huffed in laughter at himself, at the presumption that he knew what Lydia was really like. He only had what he observed, what he picked up on when no one else was looking. Even so, he still felt like he knew more about this girl than any of the people she generally spent her time with cared to learn.

“I was worried about you,” Stiles responded, finally deciding to just go with the truth. Chances were she wouldn’t remember any of this anyways.

“Why?” she demanded, her green eyes focused solely on him.

“I… saw your fight with Jackson,” Stiles admitted, and at his words, Lydia’s shoulders sagged, her whole body curling in on itself, making her smaller. He saw the light sort of fade from her eyes, her expression glaze over, as she stared across Danny’s backyard, her lips in a thin line. The illuminated pool lapped silently in the chilly breeze, and the reflection from the turquoise water made her face look even paler.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop— I was in the kitchen,” Stiles quickly interjected, worrying now that she would assume he had been stalking her or something. His heart was still beating too fast; clearly he was still in shock from sitting this close to Lydia freaking Martin. Their knees were practically touching, and Stiles thought he might actually pass out if she got any closer.

“He does that all the time,” Lydia said, her voice low and her words a little slurred. “Looks at other girls when I’m with him.” She shook her head slightly, still staring at the pool. “I should just let it go.”

“No,” Stiles immediately responded. He wanted to continue— tell her how incredible she was, how she deserved better than Jackson, deserved someone who would care about her, think about her, treat her with respect— but he found his words stuck in his throat. Even though she was drunk, even though she probably wouldn’t remember any of this, he still couldn’t bring himself to admit his feelings to her. Partly because he was scared, but partly because that would make this about him. And Lydia didn’t deserve that.

“I should,” Lydia mused, sighing exaggeratedly, resting her chin in her hand, elbow propped on her knee. “It’s just so much easier when Jackson’s not mad. So much less tiring.”

Stiles swallowed, his heartbeat still frantic. He didn’t know what to say, so he just stayed quiet, letting her know he would listen if she wanted to talk.

“I’m just… so sick of feeling invisible,” she said, sighing. Her voice was small and lonely.  “Jackson never looks at me. My friends never care about me. Everyone knows who I am, but no one knows me.”

Stiles sat frozen, shocked by her words. It struck him how he still didn’t really know this girl. They’d gone to school together for years; he had been in love with her since the third freaking grade, had always listened and paid attention to her, but he didn’t really know this person beside him at all. He knew she was smart, and he assumed the people that she surrounded herself with were too selfish to be counted on, but it broke his heart to hear how lonely she was. Lydia Martin, queen bee of school, felt like she had no one in the world.

Stiles wanted to fix that, somehow, but he didn’t have the slightest clue how.

Lydia shivered in the chilly night air again, and Stiles tugged off his hoodie this time. He didn’t know how to make Lydia feel not so alone, but he guessed that the least he could do was try to be here for her, in this moment.

“Here,” he said, offering her the sweatshirt. She just regarded him, eyes still glazed, before she hiccuped loudly, reminding Stiles exactly how intoxicated she was.

This isn’t anything special, his brain reminded him. Don’t let this go to your head, or think this means she cares about you. She’s just drunk and upset and you’re available.

Regardless, Lydia took his sweatshirt hesitantly, wrapping herself in it. It swallowed her whole, and Stiles’s heart sped up even more, looking at the girl of his dreams wrapped in his hoodie.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles offered again, looking at Lydia. She looked so small, huddled up here on the steps. So human. It lowered the pedestal he had her up on, just the smallest bit, seeing her this vulnerable. “Jackson’s an ass.”

Lydia laughed drunkenly at that, her curls bobbing up and down as she nodded. “Yeah, he is,” she agreed. “But I probably deserve that.” She sighed again. “And I love him.”

Stiles had been about to cut in, about to tell her she absolutely didn’t deserve that, but her last statement made him freeze. Like it or not, Lydia was with Jackson, and there was nothing he could do to change that, as much as he wished he could. And anyways, it wasn’t like Lydia was going to leave Jackson for him.

Still, regardless of how he felt about her— Stiles just wished she could be happy.

“Thanks, Stiles,” she sighed, turning her head to look at him. Stiles gulped, meeting her gaze— even glazed over, her green eyes were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. She gave him a little smile, warm and grateful, and his heart practically leapt out of his chest. “Thanks for listening.”

“Of course,” Stiles said, automatically. Anything he could possibly do to make Lydia feel better, to help her realize how absolutely incredible she was, how much she deserved in this world— anything he could do, he would do it. And if that meant sitting next to her on Danny’s back steps in the chilly November air and comforting her while she was drunk… Stiles would happily do that every day, every minute, for the rest of his life.

#stydia #stydia fic #my writing #fic prompts #teen wolf #i still don't know how I feel about this #but I couldn't get the idea to leave me alone #also; in case you were wondering #Stiles absolutely drives Lydia home after this because Jackson is off with someone else #and she keeps stiles's sweatshirt #she sleeps in it that night because its warm and comfy and smells good #and she never really knows where this sweatshirt came from because it's nothing jackson would ever wear and she doesnt remember that night #but it becomes her go-to comfort clothes whenever she's feeling crappy #Stiles notices this when they get closer between seasons 5 and 6 and almost passes out #and she goes completely red when she realizes its HIS and he tells her how he gave it to her that night #but she never stops wearing it #Stiles not so secretly loves it #ANYWAYS #asks #answered #anonymous