#frienemies and lovers works too

[rrcenic]

“why have enemies to lovers when you can have enemies AND lovers”

-me constantly, talking about my ships

#frienemies and lovers works too #haikaveh #jalph #snowbaz #but this like only applies in book one #enjoltaire #diuven #heikazuscara #kazuscara #scarazou #kokosara #valvert

[samthestrangerthingsfan]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: frienemies-to-lovers, kinda mean!Eddie? shy!reader, swearing, a lil smoochin', mentions of lack of confidence and poor self image, cute nicknames

a/n: hi bb, will you be my valentine? I don't love writing mean!eddie but its okay because we can always fix him :)

Valentine’s Day.

A day which the Hawkins High elite are positively buzzing over the plethora of cheap red and pink decorations.

Cheerleaders swoon over poorly constructed cards from their popular boyfriends, while dozens of obnoxious mylar balloons take up way too much space in the already crowded hallways.

Beyond the 14th of February, the reason for all the excitement was the annual Hawkins High Valentine’s Day dance—of which you were head of the committee.

Was it because you were the only Senior to volunteer their time to coordinating it instead of attending it? Maybe, but at least it gave you a reason to show up to the dance without a date.

...and avoid looking like the pitiful wallflower you are.

You also knew you’d have no time to rush home and get ready after your last class, so here you are. Standing outside of the AV Club door, decked out in your new crushed-velvet dress. It's ruby red and dangerously short.

This was definitely out of your comfort zone. You typically preferred to be invisible. It’s easier that way; no one can hurt what they can’t see. Right?

But when this dress caught your eye in the mall shop window, it was the first time you could ever remember wanting to be seen. Wanting to try to look like the pretty girls who walk the halls everyday vying for the attention of others.

The dance gave you the perfect excuse. Sure, it’s not like you had a date or anyone asking you to go, but you felt so beautiful. The way the dress hugged your body made all the staring and whispering as you walked down the hallway so, so worth it.

“Hey—whoa…” Dustin’s voice dropped when he walked around the corner, arms full of equipment. “Y-you look fantastic!” He said proudly.

Dustin was your favorite Freshmen, always kind and happy to see you.

“Aw, thanks Dusty! You don’t think it’s too much?” You lifted your boot, inspecting it falsely.

Dustin smiled, “It’s too much for 6th period Spanish, but not for Valentine’s Day that’s for sure.”

He unlocked the door, and held it for you.

Dusting grabbed a pen and paper to write down what you’d need the AV Club’s help with after school.

With hands on your hips, you looked around the room. “Okay, so I definitely need the projector, and if you could set it up before—“

An annoying, loud, cocky voice cut you off. “Henderson! What the hell is takin’ you so long?”

Eddie fucking Munson.

You watched as he sauntered into the room, DIO jacket and all. He clapped Dustin on the shoulders before turning his gaze to you.

“Holy shit. That you, Mouse?”

Mouse. A nickname you loathed.

You’d made the mistake of sitting at the Hellfire table your Freshman year, and he’s never let let you live it down. Once Eddie saw just how shy you were, he made it his mission to get under your skin.

He'd plopped down into the seat next to you, assuming you were there to cause him and the guys trouble. “New girl’s trying to get in good with the freaks, hm?”

You jumped and began to frantically pack your belongings, “I-I…I didn’t know. I’m sorry, I’ll just go—"

When he realized you were nervous, he changed his tone. No longer was he on edge, but rather trying to make you laugh. Show you it's okay to give him a taste of his own medicine. “No no, little mouse. You’re not scurrying away that easily.”

Four years later, you’re both still here and Eddie’s been a thorn in your side ever since. You thought you'd be rid of him once he graduated, but he flunked--twice. Condemning you to another year full of his nonsense.

His obnoxious, overly-confident, doe-eyed nonsense.

“Munson.” You couldn’t help the eye roll. “Dustin and I are working on something so,” you flicked your hand toward the door. “Skedaddle.”

“Oof,” he teased. “You kiss your mother with that potty mouth?”

Eddie walked past Dustin, hands on his hips as he took you in. “Why, may I ask, are you dressed so fancy, princess? Hot date with a frog?”

Okay, guess we’re playing this game.

“The only frog I know is you, Munson.”

His hand flew to his heart. “You hear this, Henderson? Who knew Mouse could be such a brat?”

“If you’ll excuse me,” you attempt to sidestep him, but he blocks your path. Big brown eyes watching your every move. “Don’t you have anything better to do than push my buttons?” It’s a pitiful gripe. You know he enjoys this far too much.

“C’mon, sweetheart. If I didn’t talk to you, who the hell would?”

Ouch.

Something no doubt said in jest, but it hurt to realize just how right he was. You had tons of acquaintances, and you got along great with the teachers. As for friends, the well's a bit dry in that department.

You cleared away the tightness in you throat. “Yeah, I don’t have time for this. I’m actually contributing to society. How about you?” Your face was twisted into a sarcastic smile, attempting to hide the hurt.

Eddie on the other hand thought the two of you were simply playing your favorite game. Seeing just how flustered he could make you before you gave him a taste of his own medicine.

“Yeah, you’re a real Nancy Reagan.” He laughed, gesturing to your dress.

Your eyes honed in on him. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means,” he reached out, sweeping a piece of hair off of your cheek. “If you wanted a little attention, you didn’t have to do all this.”

This.

Said as if the word tasted rotten. Disgusted by what you’d considered to be you at your most beautiful.

I must look like a fucking fool.

The stinging in your eyes got stronger every second you stood in his presence. Your gaze locked onto the floor, following your feet as you left. “Bye, Dustin. I’ll see you later.”

Dustin protested, calling you back before turning his disappointed glare to Eddie.

“Dude…” he chided.

Eddie scoffed, “What? Henderson I was joking—she knows that, okay? That’s our whole thing.”

"Eddie, she was crying!"

Were you? No, no way. This is what the two of you do.

"No, she wasn't." He said unconvincingly. "You don't know her like I do, little buddy. She's a good girl, loves the cat-and-mouse of it all." Eddie wasn't sure if he was trying to convince himself or Dustin.

Eddie had a fuck of a time in O'Donnell's class, and now on top of all of that, he's late to set up Hellfire.

He moved a bit quicker down the hall, easy enough since most of the school left to get ready for the Desperate Dance. He intentionally always schedules DND on nights like this, that way he'd never have to be caught dead--

Eddie's stopped in his tracks at the sight of the trashcan at the end of the hall. He spots a familiar piece of red fabric hanging out of the bin.

He pulled it like a magician, revealing more and more of the velvet clothing until its fully removed,

A dress.

Your dress.

Why the fuck did you throw it in the trash? You we're the most confident Eddie had ever seen you while you wore this thing.

...and you looked drop dead gorgeous, but that's beside the point.

He heard your voice coming from the gym, and abandoned all thoughts of DND.

Eddie burst through the double doors, ignoring the frilly pink and red decorations for the dance. He weaved between the underclassmen carefully setting up the tables and backdrops to make his way over to you.

You, who now instead of being in your beautiful fucking dress, are in you school-supplied gym uniform. Your hair was pulled back, no longer falling in the perfectly natural way you had it earlier. Your makeup was gone--Eddie didn't mind that, he didn't think you needed it anyway.

But you'd never looked so small to him.

He called your name more gently than you've ever heard him speak. When you turned and saw your dress in his grip, you wanted to disappear.

Had he come to gloat?

"Why the hell was this in the trash?" he's not smirking, or sarcastic when he says it.

"Didn't like it." It's all the pain in your throat will let you get out.

You walk away from him, hurrying to find something else to do beside stand there and be made fun of by Eddie Munson.

"Bullshit," he calls after you, quick on your heels. "You don't wear a dress like this and look the way you look in it and just decide you don't like it."

You could feel the tears returning as soon as you stopped walking. "I don't know what you wanna hear," your back was to Eddie, but you felt his gaze regardless. "I just didn't like it...anymore, okay?"

The fake organization of the ribbons in front of you didn't deter him, he remained behind you in silence until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Did...did I say something? Earlier, in the AV Club." He spoke so softly, and with such sincerity, you'd never know it was Eddie talking to you.

You sniffled, angry at yourself for letting him hear how upset you were. "I don't know what you mean."

"Henderson," He's quick on your heels. "Henderson said you were crying when you left."

You don't--can't say anything. Trying desperately to will the tightness in your throat to go away and the tears to dry before they fall from your eyes. A small, shaking breath passes your lips.

"Please look at me, Mouse." His voice is hushed when he calls out to you.

You turn to him begrudgingly. Hoping if he saw the mess he made he'd leave well enough alone.

But when he sees your face, with red eyes and damp tear-stained cheeks, his heart falls into his stomach.

"Oh, oh sweetheart--"

You beat him to it. "I'm fine, Munson. Just...just give me the stupid thing, okay? I'm better off invisible, anyway."

"You've never been invisible to me." Eddie hands you the dress, and watches as you wring it between your hands. "I'm sorry, Mouse."

You scoff, "You didn't--"

"Yes I did," He says firmly. Eddie steps into you, closer than he's been before. "I made an asinine comment thinking we were playing our little game, but it's not a game if someone gets hurt, especially you."

Eddie swipes away the tear on your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You looked beautiful. You're always beautiful, but that dress? Honey, I couldn't think straight. I'm a dumbass half the time, but I turned into a god damned Neanderthal when I saw you in that."

Your brain couldn't process what was happening. It almost sounded like Eddie...liked you?

"I thought," You looked down, embarrassed to even say it out loud. "I finally felt pretty, pretty enough to be seen and not just in the background."

Eddie's brow softens at your words, "Mouse, I see you. You're one of the only things I look for throughout the day. Always lookin' out for the pretty shy girl with the smile that makes me go weak in the knees."

You laugh at that. "I guess I always look for the obnoxious metal head that's way too good at getting under my skin."

Eddie chest rumbles with a laugh, too. "You're too good at calling me on my crap, what do you expect me to do?"

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, and it has Eddie clearing his throat. "Can--can I give you a hug? Hate that I made my favorite girl cry."

The smile on your face speaks volumes, but you nod anyway.

When you're wrapped in Eddie's arms, his warmth seeps through your bones, relieving any tension or nerves. His scent invades your senses, warming your belly and heart. You melt into him completely.

Eddie can't believe how well you fit in his arms, like a damn puzzle piece if you asked him. He smells you shampoo, and memorizes the fragrance, filing it away in his mind as his new favorite smell.

When you pull back, he leans his forehead on yours. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I really am."

You nod, moving his head a bit as it rests on yours. "I know."

Eddie steps away, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Ya know, uh, if you're not busy, I'm running a DND campaign tonight. I'd love it if you sat in and maybe after...I don't know, maybe I could take you to Benny's?"

You smirked, eyes narrowing at him. "You asking me out, Munson?"

His eyes widened in sheer panic, "Oh--oh my God, I read this all wrong, huh? Please just forget--"

You're quick to ease his worry. "I'd love too."

Putting the dress on the table, you offer Eddie your hand. "Show me the way, Dungeon Master."

He takes it eagerly, but doesn't walk anywhere yet.

"Eddie?" You giggle.

"One second, princess. Damn knees turned to jelly again."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson

[hannieehaee]

strolling in to request coworker!seungkwan....possible details office work...frienemies to luvers....but not needed just fun ideas

18+ / mdi

content: coworker!seungkwan, enemies to lovers, banter, sub!kwan, afab reader, smut, oral (f receiving), semi-public sex, dry humping against a table, just overall desperate kwan, etc.

wc: 1333

a/n: thank u for requesting hehe this was a fun concept to write :D

masterlist

seungkwan was nothing if not the bane of your existence.

had you known you would one day come to be lumped with such an obnoxious coworker, you never would've even considered applying for this job.

but you had gotten here first. you were far too used to your workplace by now; you were a established name in the office. you knew the inside jokes, who was married to who, how many years every coworker had been here, the names of every secretary who had come and gone. if anyone belonged there, it was you.

it was overall a very satisfying work environment for you.

up until boo seungkwan got transferred here.

you didn't always have a problem with boo seungkwan.

you weren't just some petty bitch (unlike some people). you had no issue in sharing your beloved workspace with someone else. hell, you were even willing to be accommodating to the newbie at the office, offering your aid should he ever need it.

but he clearly wasn't interested.

within a month after being transferred to your department, boo seungkwan had managed to win the hearts of every coworker. everyone but you.

within that same month, seungkwan had, for some godforsaken reason, decided that you were to be exempt from his affections. while he greeted everyone with an enthusiastic smile, you were met with a diversion of his eyes and a cold 'morning' directed at you. while he brought everyone's coffee order on busy days, he always seemed to incidentally forget yours. while he supported everyone else's pitches, he'd turn his nose up at yours and express his baseless concerns at your ideas. he eventually came to go as far as calling you 'annoying' and 'obnoxious' to your face, unashamed at his blatant disrespect of your seniority.

it seemed like anything and everything about you was an issue for seungkwan.

what made it worse was how obvious he was about it, yet he was entirely unwilling to admit to his disdain for you.

so you stopped trying. you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and begin singling him out, always going against his ideas, accidentally spilling your drink on his suit, letting the elevator close before he was able to get it. if he was petty, you could be pettier.

this was how things had progressed for the following six months, cultivating a very obvious rivalry between the two of you.

it had also cultivated quite an obvious bubbling of feelings between the two of you; feelings which could only be contained for so long.

you had been entirely unaware of when the lines had blurred. you had zero idea of when you went from hating seungkwan to wanting to shove him against a wall and have your way with him.

yet that didn't prevent the unpredictable from happening.

~

despite having no intention of ever airing your lust for your enemy, there was only so much you could hold back. especially when your enemy was as obnoxious as boo seungkwan.

and especially when the two of you had been forced into an even closer proximity than usual as of late.

after being assigned a lengthy task together, the two of you saw yourselves forced to partner up and spend every waking moment together in order to complete such task. unfortunately for you, this meant you'd have to stay over time – alone into the night – with seungkwan day after day. there was only so much a girl could take before breaking; before snapping and putting the man in his place.

for you, the dam broke after three measly days of working on this project to finally pounce on seungkwan.

and to your surprise, the man who had a tendency of fighting tooth and nail to demonstrate his superiority over you had no defense against you when you finally let your desires take over.

"n-need it, please ... fuck. i'll do anything, just," were the pathetic words out of boo seungkwan's mouth just five minutes into your ministrations.

in his defense, you had caught him off guard when you quite literally slammed him against the wall and made out with him, eventually walking him over so you could sit yourself down on a table while he uncharacteristically towered over you.

it had taken him a few moments to get over the shock, but he became weightless in your hands almost immediately, allowing you to do whatever you wanted to him as long as he got to be touched by you.

currently, he was on his knees begging for pussy. he whined pathetically as he pressed desperate kisses to your thighs, pleading at you to open your legs and allow him a taste.

"thought i was annoying, kwannie. why would i give you a taste of my cunt if you find me so annoying? hmm?", you taunted, pulling lightly at his hair as he whined against your bare thigh.

the funniest part was, you had done nothing but make out and pet each other through your clothes thus far. but after getting undressed and making out with your tits (re: licking and sucking desperately at your chest) for ten minutes, seungkwan got down to his knees and began begging for cunt, completely unwarranted.

"n-no! just, was just being dumb. want you so fucking bad, please ... always wanted you ..."

"aw, were you too shy to tell me, baby? decided to just be mean instead?", you continued to mock him, opening your legs a little more to at least allow him a better view of between your legs.

"didnt, i- n-no! i didnt know what to do. please ... let me taste you, i-just one taste! that's it," he reasoned petulantly.

it was adorable, really.

and it was also unbearably hot.

having boo seungkwan, the object of your desires, whine and beg for a singular taste of your cunt had you growing mad with power.

but you were only a girl after all, so you did what any girl would do and opened your legs, shoving his awaiting tongue against your cunt and allowed him to lick you to his heart's desire.

he whined and cried all throughout, moaning against your pussy as he thanked you for letting him have you. seungkwan was truly the embodiment of desperation as he sucked on your clit and licked at your juices.

his cried bordered on pathetic desperation, making you grow drunk on his words alone.

"'sso good, fuck. t-thank you. thank you- oh god."

"always wanted you ... thought about you every night, shit. such a pretty cunt ..."

"p-pussy's so fucking wet, fuck. n-need it every day ..."

as he groaned against your cunt, the table under you shook, making you realize that the pathetic boy kneeling in front of you had been rutting against the leg of the chair while he made ungodly noises as he made out with your pussy.

within seconds of this realization, your orgasm took over and made you lose all air in your lungs. your eyes rolled all the way to their back of your head as you ground against his tongue in order to ride your high in the most pleasurable way possible. in the meantime, the poor boy under you cried even harder against you, likely reaching his own orgasm completely untouched.

once it was all over and done, you pulled him back up without giving him time to catch his breath, sticking your tongue in his mouth as you kissed him a way so nasty it had him whining against you yet again.

"who would've thought you could be such a good boy?" you chuckled once you pulled away.

"please tell me that wasn't a one time thing," he pleaded, though sounding less desperate than moments ago. this was regular seungkwan speaking.

"of course not, baby. gonna use you whenever i want now," you began sensually kissing his neck as you said this, giggling at the way he sighed at your touch.

"t-thank god," he breathed, closing his eyes as he prepared himself for whatever you'd do to him.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen #seventeen imagine #svt #seventeen oneshot #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #seungkwan fanfic #seungkwan imagines #seungkwan scenarios #seungkwan smut #seungkwan x reader

[icedmatchatae]

No Kisses | KTH Epilogue: No Kisses

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Epilogue: No Kisses || Series Masterlist

After the celebratory party—there were so many fucking parties—Taehyung needed you immediately. You could barely unlock your apartment without his lips attacking your neck and his hands massaging your breasts over your blouse. You finally entered your home before Taehyung kicked it closed.

“Princess, I need you so badly.” He muffled into your skin, licking your neck. A hand moved south, cupping your clothed cunt underneath your skirt. “Ahh, I miss my kitty.”

“Tae! At least let’s reach the bedroom first!” You begged. He cradled you in bridal style without missing a breath and went down your hallway. You had your arms around him and kissed him sweetly even if you knew he would ruin you soon.

He laid you down on your mattress, then hovered over you. “I love you so much, you know that, right?”

“Yes, I love you too.”

He leaned down to kiss you as he unbuttoned your blouse. He pushed it off you before getting to your bra, freeing your supple breasts he loved so much. “Fuck, I miss you. Can’t wait for everything.” He was about to go for your skirt, but you stopped him. He looked puzzled, wondering what was wrong.

“Let me give you your reward.” You smiled innocently, but he knew your actions weren’t anything like that. You rolled your bodies over, you were now on top, straddling, and he was under you, captivated by how ravishing you were.

Slowly, you unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his honey skin torso that was absolutely appetizing. Your fingers ran down his chest until you met his buckle. You took your time unbuckling his belt, carefully pulling it out.

“Baby, please.” He begged.

“Tae, you’re doing so well. Let me take care of you for once.” His belt slid off his waist. You didn’t want to waste any more time, so you unzipped his pants down, resting them on his shins.

You domed over his protruding cock, rubbing him from over his restraining boxers. You watched his face contort in pleasure with his eyes closed, pushing his hips into your touch. You spotted a small stain of his arousal, dampening the more you were cupping him. 

“Baby, enough teasing.” He breathed out.

“Not fun when you’re on the other side, huh?” You smirked playfully before your hand trailed onto the band of his boxers.

“Shut your mouth before I do it for you.”

Your submission peeked through your plan, reaching his eyes with your glowing bright ones. You couldn’t help but nod slightly, commanding his demand. You pulled his boxers down, revealing his giant glory. His dick bounced back, slapping the top of his stomach. God, you missed him.

The mushroom top leaked pearls of pre-cum as your mouth dropped with a bit of drool, wanting to taste him again. With a steady hand, you grabbed the length and tested yourself by giving a kitten lick to the head.

He hissed above you, throwing his head onto the pillow. “Baby, will you be okay?” He asked, given you always struggled with oral. 

“I’ll be okay, daddy. I promise!” You smiled cutely and nodded. He looked at you with so much love as you shifted yourself lower to wrap your lips around him.

Your tongue poked out, licking more of him and touching the vein before he let out a curse. You moan in satisfaction before suckling on him lightly. You pushed down, taking in his cock until he hit the back of your throat. Your palms stayed by the sides of his hips. You gulped, and it caused a loud moan from him.

You remembered to breathe with your nose as you began your pace. You bobbed your head, consuming his thickness into your mouth. Your gagging and sucking noises were overpowered by his writhing, his sounds making you drip down your inner thigh. His long fingers touched your hair, pulling it into a ponytail so that he could see your flushed face.

With a filled mouth, you raised your eyes to his fucked out ones. He looked so hot, and so yours. You gulped again, making him curse again. Your pace quickened, wanting to have his cum in your mouth, but he pulled you back.

A string of slobber connected from his wet cock and your reddened lips before breaking. His thumb grazed your cheeks, then patiently towards your mouth. Your tongue rushed to his thumb to suckle on him as your eyes stayed focused on him.

“Fuck, I don’t deserve you.” He grumbled.

Letting out a popping sound, you released from him. You got up and bent towards his face. You pecked his lips before saying, “You deserve all of me, we deserve each other.”

“I love you.” He showered your face with kisses.

“I love you too.” You giggled, ticklish to the sensation.

He gripped your hips closer to his swollen dick until his head propped between your folds. “I want you now. I want to be inside of you.”

You say nothing but position yourself over him as you keep your eye contact. Your hands laid on his torso for stability. Without breaking, you lowered yourself. Your lips quaked while squinting your eyes, feeling the damn good stretch to your walls. Once you felt his tip buried deep into you, you released an exhale.

“Are you okay, my love?” He asked with all the love he had for you.

Finally adjusting, you hummed, “I’m fine, it’s…just been a while.” He chuckled at your comment, yet his dick twitched inside you. He was still too big for you.

“Don’t push yourself, okay?” He asked once more.

For the first time, you finally acknowledged that you made love through the night. Your sweating skins rubbed against each other, holding onto one another like glue, unwilling to let go. The lustful adoration of moans echoed around your apartment, showing off your confessions. Gentle sayings and kissing of I love you’s were exchanged with the blissful highs you gave.

But once he flipped you onto your back, the purple hues of hickeys, the pink stains of fingerprints, and the red streaks of scratching on the skin were visible everywhere. Moans turned into squealing and screaming. Endearing proclamations turned into dirty, harsh begging and degradations.

It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got rough with you. The type of roughness you enjoyed and loved so much.

When you squirted, he snickered devilishly at your gargling mess. “Oh, how much I missed my little squirt.”

By the end of it all, you cuddled together when the sun said hello. The morning shine came through your window as you both laid silent, wrapped around new bedsheets. Your body heat warmed your naked bodies.

“Tae?” You muffled into his silk torso. Though staying up, you weren’t as tired. You adjusted your head to rest your chin on his pecs. His eyes were closed, but you knew he wasn’t asleep.

“Yes, baby?” He grunted immediately, opening his eyes to see you. Stretching his arms before circling them back on you.

“You never did tell me why you made a “no kissing” rule. Jimin didn’t even know.” You mentioned. It had been at the top of your mind since the day you heard about it. Even after you slept with him, the answer remained unknown. “I know Bini knows.“

“I know you spoke with her. Jimin told me.” He sighed, tightening his hold. “But yes, she does but that was only because it applied to her long ago.”

You nodded, waiting curiously if he would tell you the truth about his rule. He knew you were going to ask sooner or later. He saw it in you every time he told you to not kiss him or when he pulled back. 

“It’s stupid, really. It was made long ago when I was little but it stood out to me.” He scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously at his reply. “When I was younger, I’d see my parents kiss like all the time and they kissed me! It would be traumatizing but I was always curious so I ask why.” You smiled at the idea of little Taehyung. “My dad told me you only kiss the ones you love because kissing is special. It means you really love them. It’s embarrassing to say out loud. I still don’t have the heart to even tell Jimin or others. “

You cooed and pouted, your heart twisting in loving ache. You didn’t expect the reasoning behind his “no kissing” rule held so much meaning and innocence. It was a side of Taehyung you never saw until you saw him shine at his answer.

“It’s not embarrassing. Kissing means a lot to you and it holds a lot of affection and intimacy for you, seeing as your parents did it to each other and you growing up.”

“Still, I don’t like telling people.” He shrugged before sniffing the top of your head. “It defeats the purpose if people find out. I like to keep to myself and those I truly love in that way.”

“So with Bini?” You never asked him these questions before. Now that you were with him, the boundaries were all gone. “Wait, was there someone else before her that you kissed? I mean, like, your virginity and stuff? Did you lose it with her?”

“You’re a curious little one with all these questions.” He laughed, shaking his head. “She was my first love and kiss, but not the first girl I was with.”

“Wait—”

“Yes, my first kiss was with her despite losing my virginity at 16.” He responded before you could say your next question—which was that. “I did love Bini but she cheated on me. She didn’t love the way I loved. “

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” You frowned, not really knowing what to do with that sad information.

“It’s okay. The only thing it did was make me even pickier of who I kiss.” He reassured, caressing your hair and playing with the strands. “I was still your lovable man whore after that.” You rolled your eyes before snorting at his comment. “I didn’t mean it when I said “no kisses” to you because I loved you for so long. Saying it was more for me because I didn’t think you’d like me. I didn’t want you to think so into it, analyzing everything which you do, so I tried my best to keep a boundary.” He clarified the past instances and your characteristic, making you slap his chest. “Dear God, how badly I wanted to kiss you all those times.”

“I swear on my life that when I kissed Bini was a mistake and when I did it, I only thought of you. She just confused me with my feelings, saying you didn’t love me back.“ He apologized once again. “I love you so much. If I could, I would change the past.”

“I’m sorry again too.” You said. “I’m sorry for not listening to you. I was scared and heartbroken when you kissed her.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s in the past now.” He grinned as he sat up, leaning into your headboard. “I have you, I love you now.” You followed him and sat on his bare thighs.

“Jimin also said you had a crush on me? When we first met?” You voiced out.

He snorted, knowing you already knew. “Who wouldn’t have a crush on his best friend’s cousin? Jimin also mentioned you had a crush on me.”

“He did?? I’m gonna kill him.”

“Yeah, but that was a long time ago, though. I thought it died down once I annoyed you.” He specified as he stared at you, recalling the memory of your first meeting. “You were so cute…but you seemed super uptight, so I played with you. Just wanting to see how angry you got because you’re so adorable.”

“You’re getting punished for that.” You glared at him before pushing your signature pout.

“I don’t care. Punish me all you want. Just kiss me at the end of it all.” He muttered nonchalantly at your annoyance.

“So there’s “no kissing” rule anymore?” You wondered, holding no doubts.

“There’s still a rule, but instead of no kissing, you have to kiss me all the time.” He redacted, pecking your nose. “Which reminds me: kiss me, princess.” You smiled at him. You were hopelessly in love with the man. Through the tribulations and weird time frame, you guessed, you can say it was all worth it. He loved you back with all his might. Just the way you liked it.

So you kissed him with all your heart. Just the way he liked it.

A/N: Thank you for reaching the ending! It was a long journey but hope you enjoyed it all! I don't know how Tumblr works! So my formatting is probably off LOL

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can you do a travis stoll x reader frienemies to lovers

like they have a rivalry or something

maybe an apollo kid reader

idc if it’s smutty or fluffy but not a lot of angst plz

Ofc!! Tysm for requesting x

Warnings: Hand to hand fighting (no blood or severe injuries tho), mentions of weapons??, swearing, kinda public grinding but no- one notices or intervenes, I think that's it?? lmk if theres smth i missed :))

Kinda got carried away with this one

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The war was coming.

Before Perseus Jackson arrived at camp, it was easy to brush the idea off, to convince themselves that the Prophecy of the Seven couldn’t possibly be fulfilled anytime soon; that all the current residents of camp would probably be buried six feet under before the seven were even born. But ever since Percy had arrived at camp all those years ago, it was safe to say that most of the older campers- and Chiron- could clearly see that Percy was simply way too powerful to not be one of the fated seven. It was never discussed, and it was an unspoken rule that the matter was never conferred about. The possibility of the fulfilling of the prophecy was kept from any new campers who would be reduced to panic- even Percy himself was kept blissfully oblivious, though he always was. You truly felt sorry for the boy; even Annabeth knew of the predicament he would be thrown into in the near- future, and it seemed unfair that someone so close to him (and who he obviously took a romantic interest in) would keep from him a secret so big.

And this was why Percy, the newer campers and the younger campers, were greatly confused by Chiron’s out- of- pocket announcement when he’d gathered everyone one summer morning. Without indulging in any formalities, he spoke.

“It is with the decision of both Mr D-” here, he glanced at Mr D through his peripherals, who, as always, looked bored whilst lazily stirring ice at the bottom of his red cup of Diet Coke with a straw- “- and myself that you are now all restricted from training and completing activities of your choice,” he declared in an empathetic yet firm tone which was not to be reckoned with. Despite the protests and whines of campers ringing out in the crowd, he continued in a slightly louder voice.

“In case of events the future holds, this would benefit you all greatly. This way, we can incorporate all skills needed to- fight- into activities at camp, so you will not be caught off- guard or vulnerable in any possible life or death situation. You will all be given schedules which work in a two week rotation, and you have to follow them. If not, there will be consequences.” At this, you noticed at the corner of your eye, standing some metres away, the Stoll brothers turned to each other. Usually, you’d stand with them in a little trio but you had been pointedly ignoring Travis after an incident a couple of weeks ago involving your shampoo and a neon green hair dye that the seemingly innocent boy had sworn he had nothing to do with. Now, if you hadn’t known the sly boy for the amount of time you had, you would’ve missed the way his eyes glinted with mischief, the way his facial muscles were twitching frantically, aching to laugh at your crisis- all of which caused you to be ignoring him in the first place.

You felt slightly guilty for having to avoid Connor due to the brothers’ closeness, as he was a very close friend with whom you held no grudges against, but your stubborn nature and will overrode the sorrowful feeling almost as immediately as it came. 

You hadn’t even properly looked at them, and yet you knew they were giving each other almost identical grins at the prospect of even more rule- breaking. Connor’s, as you had come to know as sly and plotting, and Travis’s more playful and vexatious. That, you wouldn’t be able to forget even if you wanted to. And gods, how much you wanted to forget, yet at the same time want the image to never leave your mind; Travis Stoll’s wolfish, cheeky grin.

Travis Stoll. It was complicated. Sometimes you just wanted to wipe the stupid labrador grin off of his stupid face by shoving it down the stupid toilet; at others you just wanted to talk, and talk, and talk with him for hours on end, about anything and everything as you’d done many times. More often, particularly when he taunted you for your poor archery skills despite being a child of Apollo, you wanted to shove your bow and arrows so far down his throat he’d choke to death before he even had time to make another witty comment- they were useless to you anyway, you wouldn’t suffer much of a loss without them.

It was when you felt a hand on your shoulder that you finally snapped out of your daydream with a small gasp. A familiar, chipper voice which was far more interesting than whatever Chiron was droning on about now.

“How are we gonna win the war with your dumbass who can’t even hit an arrow at a target?” 

Finding yourself face to face with a neon orange- clad chest, you looked up, although you already knew who it was. Those damn Hermes kids- always able to soundlessly, gracefully sneak up on people. Something you admired, but at the same time despised about them. Especially due to a certain, ocean- eyes individual.

You grumbled, shrugging his hand off of your shoulder. “Fuck off, you insufferable being.” Despite what your tongue said, you had admittedly missed the boy’s company over the last few weeks- the way he always raced you everywhere, the way you always taunted him while he swordfought with his siblings- but your ego. Your ego was too big to accept his half- assed apology that quickly, and you would rather die than tell him that.

He scoffed in protest and huffed indignantly, blowing a few stray curls off of his sticky forehead, beads of perspiration gleaming in the bright sun.

“What have I done now? I haven’t even been anywhere near you the last couple of weeks after…” he trailed off in an uncertain realisation, and his doubt was quickly confirmed after receiving a glare sharper than the knives they threw at targets during practice.

“Oh y/ln, you aren’t still petty about the hair?” he questioned, the slight exasperation in his voice overruled by the usual patronising tone he used when addressing you. Your huff and sassy cross of your arms confirmed his suspicions even further, and he let out a disbelieving laugh. 

“Y/n, you ray of fucking sunshine? There’s a war coming soon, no time or place for holding grudges- and shame, I won’t be able to watch you shoot bull’s eyes in the arena every day,” he bantered challengingly.

Note sarcasm.

The little trickle of fondness which had found its way into your heart dissolved as quickly as it had formed, and a scowl wrinkled your pretty features.

“Shut the fuck up and listen-”, you hissed a sharp retort, proposing a peace treaty for now as you didn’t want to miss anything important. The curly- headed boy only smirked, relishing in his pleasure at knowing exactly how to wind you up and at his shortly- earnt victory, placing his hands in his pockets. Although Chiron had gained your attention once again, your mind was elsewhere- the fact that Travis was standing so close that you could smell his cologne and the unmistakable scent of the lime and apple shampoo, his regular, deep breathing and his foot gently tapping on the ground was just enough to make you hotter than the blaring sun ever could- and more irritated. 

Shoving him, you scowled. “Could you not stand so close to me.”

He shoved you back. “Gods, okay, calm down. Don’t think I even want to stand next to you anyways.”

“Excuse me? If I recall correctly, you were the one who sauntered up to me with all your arrogance and bravado- stop laughing at me- STOP LAUGHING, I said!”

As Travis laughed at your indignant manner, you stamped your foot in frustration, taking your own turn to huff.

“You are so annoying- it’s obvious Connor is the better sibling.”

Connor, having cocked his head at the sound of his name from where he was standing a couple of metres away, grinned at you. You smiled back.

“Hey!”

“You can’t complain, you know exactly how and when to wind me up-”

“Y/N Y/LN AND TRAVIS STOLL!” 

Chiron’s sharp voice rang out and caused the mentioned pair to jump.

“Since the two of you are so eager to be partners, you shall be,” he declared. You both looked at each other, his blue eyes squinted into upside- down crescents and nose crinkled in confusion. You grinned, seeing a window of opportunity to annoy him as he had you, and booped his ski- slope nose- just the way you know he hated.

“Y/n!” he groaned, exasperated, swatting your hand away uselessly. You just laughed and elbowed him, shushing him when Chiron gave you both a stern look once again.

“Which leads me onto my next point. You all will be in assigned pairs-” cue groans from all the campers- “-which I will read out now.”

What he said next fell to deaf ears as said pair looked at each other again, this time in amusement. You both were constantly in competition of everything and anything, often to the annoyance of other campers. This time was no different.

“You are going down, Stoll.”

“You’re on.” Travis smirked back. You nodded at each other mischievously and listened to what other shit, in your opinion, Chiron had to say.

“Pairs one to ten will be working on fitness- that includes the lava wall, archery and the climbing wall. Pairs eleven to twenty will be in the creative areas, so at the armoury, making shields, swords and for the younger campers, learning how to wear helmets and armour correctly. Pairs twenty- one to thirty-” here he gave you and Connor a reproachful look- “-physical training, so hand to hand combat. Pairs thirty- one to forty are on pegasus care and riding, and everyone else is on capture the flag.”

Before the centaur had even finished talking, you turned to the mop- headed boy. 

“This is going to be fun.”

“Agreed,” he smirked.

Time skip bc I’m lazy and supposed to be doing history work rn lol

Standing in a fighting stance, you held your fists up.

“Come at me, Stoll.”

Connor grinned and threw a half- hearted punch at your side. You dodged it in one smooth move.

“That all you got?” you bantered challengingly. “Come on, even a baby karpoi will be able to defeat you in the war at this rate.”

“Taking it easy on you, y/ln.” He attacked again, this time aiming a swift kick at your legs, aiming to get you to fall. He wasn’t quick enough.

You grabbed his leg, which happened to be his dominant one, and gave it a sharp yank. He fell on his back with a small “oomph”, eliciting laughs from other training pairs.

“What’s up, Travis?”

He grumbled, rubbing the bag of his head, face slack in a daze. You took pity on him due to the uncomfortable embarrassment written all over his features, and good- naturedly reached a hand out for him to take.

He looked at it for a second as if it was alien, before smirking. You hadn’t realised your mistake until he grasped your hand tightly, used it as a leverage to pick himself up before twirling you around so your back was to him. He held his forearm to your throat, firm enough to keep you there but not enough to hurt.

“Fuck,” you grunted, twisting around in an attempt to escape. He laughed, and you felt his chest rumble, his lean muscles rippling slightly through his thin camp shirt.

“Going somewhere?” he taunted in a whisper, and if you weren’t blushing before you were now. His words tickled your ear and he finally released you, still laughing.

You flew at him, not in an attempt to hurt him but enough to catch him off- guard. Still laughing, he hadn’t expected it. You both went tumbling backwards into a wall, now your elbow against his throat.

He tilted his chin upwards, looking down his nose at you. “Stronger than you look aren’t you, y/n?”

The flirtatious use of your first name made your face burn up even more, and the fire spread to the rest of your body as your grip faltered. Connor smirked, eyes half- lidded. Seeing a window of opportunity at your flushed state, he spun you around once again; your back now against the wall. He caged you in- chest mere centimetres away from yours, face leaning down to observe you. You noticed his laboured breathing was just as turbulent as your own, ears as crimson as yours felt.

Until his smell hit you. The scent of apple and citrusy body wash was emphasised further by the amount he was sweating, making it distinctly more masculine, more attractive, more him. The heat was now spreading elsewhere, down to your core, causing an insatiable ache in the bottom of your stomach. It all made you feel weak to your knees, and you were now clawing uselessly at the wall behind you to stop yourself from falling.

As a final resort from doing anything you would later regret, you bit your lip and whispered huskily. 

“Go fuck yourself, Stoll.”

His nose brushing yours, his breath fanning your lips. “Why don’t you do it yourself, y/n?” 

That’s what did it, he could tell. He could see the lust in your darkened eyes only for a second before you grabbed the collar of his shirt, tugging him to meet your lips. Instantaneously, he groaned into your mouth as your tongues battled for dominance. You soon gave in to him, and let out an embarrassingly needy whine as his tongue massaged yours, imagining what it would feel like elsewhere. After its venture into your mouth, his tongue dipped back out and swiped across your swollen lips. After a playful nip to the bottom one, his lips disconnected from yours, and you felt his clothed crotch between your legs, grinding earnestly. A delicious groan left his mouth; he suppressed a desperate noise as your hands entwined themselves in his hair, pulling as hard as you dared yourself to. His hips disconnected from yours, and he held a hand out.

“My cabin?”

You took in his appearance. Swollen, saliva- coated lips, messier hair than usual, flushed cheeks- and a clear tent in his pants. You couldn’t help the smile from spreading across your lips; you had gotten him in this state, you and no- one else.

Your lips curved upwards at him, licking your lips, and took his hand.

Let’s just say you couldn’t walk properly for the next two days.

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The Way The Wind Blows (Stiles x OC) Chapter Three

Description: Rhiannon finds herself trapped within her guilty pleasure tv show— Teen Wolf. Now, she must choose which path to take… one that leads back home, and another that follows uncertain adventure.

Tags: extreme slow burn, frienemies to lovers, fix it fic, canon change, actions have consequences.

TW: smut??, angst, fluff, sexual harassment, anxiety, depression, obsession, domestic violence, manipulation, etc. Just please do not read if you are sensitive to difficult subjects.

(One Way Or Another by Blondie)

It wasn't unusual for Stiles to overdo things, but this was a bit much even for Scott. Second period hadn't even started yet and Stiles was borderline harassing Scott about all the theories he'd thought up during first period. The obnoxious flipping of books and whispering may have been a hindrance to other students' ability to focus, but since it was the first day of class everyone seemed to be too busy catching up with one another before class.

Apparently, Stiles never failed to find a way to create more work in Scott's life than he really needed.

"I'm telling you, she could be a lone wolf. I mean-- maybe she somehow heard about Derek becoming an alpha and came looking for a pack--," but Scott cut him of with a hand covering his mouth. Even though Stiles had been whispering, Scott didn't like running the risk of talking about the supernatural around other people.

"Stiles. Not now," he harshly whispered to his friend. Scott couldn't help but glance at Allison who had just walked into the classroom, but quickly glanced away. Stiles ripped Scott's hand off his face, but just as Stiles opened his mouth to fire off some retort the approach of Allison reigned in Scott's attention. To Scott's silent delight, Allison took the only available seat in the room-- the one right in front of his own. As Allison asked if someone sat there and Scott fumbled awkwardly with his response, Stiles' brain was running a million miles a second.

Stiles' legs tapped out of control and his hands fiddled with his pencil. Possibilities and theories flew through his mind. Scott was very obviously not taking the situation as seriously as he was, which made Stiles clench his jaw and turn away. The room erupted with the sound of cell phones buzzing and dinging. Everyone took out their phones only to read a quote. The English teacher read it allowed as she walked into the classroom.

As the teacher instructed everyone to turn off their phone, Stiles couldn't help but raise his hand. He couldn't turn off his phone--what if there was an emergency? What if his dad called him needing his help? What if Rhiannon ran away again and only Stiles could track her down?

His anxiety was senseless as he shot up his hand and asked to use the bathroom. Stiles slipped his phone into his back pocket as the teacher gave him permission to go, and was out the door faster than she could even ask for his name.

"Stiles--," Scott said to the new teacher as he turned off his phone. "That's Stiles."

The teacher nodded and smiled, checking Stiles' name off the attendance sheet. "Good to know Stiles is just as excited to be here as the rest of you." She said sarcastically and the classroom let out a half-hearted laugh at her cheesy joke.

In the bathroom, Stiles called his father. The phone rang once, twice. Finally, it went to voicemail. He tried again to no avail. Stiles couldn't take it any longer. He couldn't sit there in a classroom waiting for everything to go wrong. He'd make himself crazy wondering whether his father had indeed taken Rhiannon to Eichen House, or if she had been submitted to another hospital stay. Or worse-- if she had somehow escaped again.

He slipped through the hallways away from the prying eyes of teachers or students, and made a break for the jeep against his father's order to stay in school.

In the classroom, Scott got called out of class by his mother. He noticed Stiles' blue jeep nowhere to be found and groaned. "He's gonna be in so much trouble," Scott murmured as he put on his helmet and mounted his bike.

While Scott technically was skipping class, it was only because his mother had called him out due to an emergency. Stiles was straight up going against his dad's orders. As these thoughts ran through Scott's mind while he made way for the hospital.

However, he didn't notice the flock of crows flying directly for the school.

--

"What do you mean she doesn't exist?" Sheriff Stilinski said.

The absurdity of it confused him to the point of anger. "I'm saying she doesn't have a birth certificate. No record of any family or criminal history. She never had a drivers licence. No medical records except for the hospital. Just... nothing."

Sheriff Stilinski looked at the records and faxes and emails. In frustration he tossed the empty file down on the desk and walked away. The CPS worker was in his office with Rhiannon. At least she has a name, he thought.

The girl had started to talk more ever since Stiles had involved himself. Though, she wasn't talking about herself at all. Or providing any useful information. "We have to get her to speak to a psychologist. And get her checked out again at the hospital," one of the agents said. His entire office had been buzzing all day with the case of the Jane Doe, FBI agents in and out researching and calling. The manhunt that had lasted into the morning had turned into a full on investigation. "Maybe even... Eichen House should take her in." One of them said hesitantly.

"She's not crazy," the Sheriff snapped, though he wasn't quite sure. "She's just a kid. A scared kid."

Finally, the door opened and the CPS worker came out with the girl in tow. She was wearing the clothes they had gotten her after they found her earlier that morning in the forest. She had taken another shower and her cuts had been treated with basic first aid, but she still had bruises and scratches on her arms and legs.

"I've already spoken to doctors and agents and deputies. At the hospital." the girl reasoned. Sheriff Stilinski never thought he'd be so relieved to hear the sound of a teenager's annoyed protests.

Thankfully, the girl's expression looked more sober than it had before. Like she had come out of a foggy haze.

"Before you ran away?" the CPS worker asked with a raised brow. Rhiannon gave an exasperated expression and turned to the Sheriff. "Mr. Stilinski tell her I don't need a psychological evaluation, please. I'm not crazy."

She spoke as if she knew him, which was strange, but the Sheriff had to admit she didn't seem like any of the patients who stayed at Eichen. Sure, she had experienced quite a bit of trauma the past 24 hours, but it was clear that she was somewhat acting like a normal teenager.

He made a face that said, 'Welll'. Rhiannon huffed and crossed her arms. He couldn't help but smirk. "Cmon', kid. You don't remember who you are or where you came from, and you have a tendency to break hospital windows to make a break for the woods. We've got to try and make sure you're okay." He reasoned.

"How can I prove I'm not crazy?" She offered. The CPS worker inclined her head skeptically and Sheriff Stilinski pursed his lips.

"Let's start with actually answering our questions, not running away the first chance you get, and letting us help you."

Rhiannon pursed her lips and sucked in a breath. He raised an eyebrow at her and she begrudgingly nodded.

--

It was noon and the entire department was exhausted. There had been at least five coffee runs, six deputies came in on their days off, countless FBI agents in and out, and constant ringing of the phones.

The day finally seemed to be calming when the majority of the agents left, the calls grew scarce, and half of his department finally went home to sleep. Still, they sat in that office. Two agents, one CPS worker, a Psychologist, and a Sheriff.

Rhiannon sat for hours talking. Answering questions. She didn't remember her family. She remembers she had a dad and mom, but can't remember their names or faces or if she had siblings. She knew she wasn't from Beacon Hills, but didn't know where she came from or how she had gotten there.

She ran away from the hospital because she was scared. She'd wanted to go home. It was easy to play the amnesiac lost girl, until Sheriff Stilinski began to ask questions.

"How did you know who I was when we met?" He asked. He didn't sound like he suspected her of anything, but saying 'I don't remember' was getting repetitive.

"It says it on your nametag," she offered. He looked down and lo and behold, his name displayed on his right breast pocket. "You called Stiles and Scott by different names. Tyler and Dylan. Who did you mean?" Apparently, the Sheriff had gotten a thorough statement from the night prior. Rhiannon remained calm despite the panic tugging at her chest. Thank God there weren't any werewolves around to detect her lying heart.

She made a show of blinking in confusion. "I-I don't know. It's like waking up from a dream and remembering it all one moment, and then the next it's gone."

Every pair of eyes on her was sympathetic. Even the FBI agents bought it. Sheriff Stilinski seemed to as well... almost.

"Do you remember your birthday?" the Sheriff asked.

The words left her lips automatically.

"August 18th." She said. "And what day is today?" He asked. She hesitated. She didn't know that answer, but she recalled what day it was back when she was home. "August 3rd, I think." She said. Sheriff Stilinski's lips tightened into a flat line. The one's taking notes fervently wrote. The agents looked to each other. "What? What day is it?" She asked, wondering what secret they all knew that she didn't. Sheriff Stilinski hesitated.

"It's August 23rd," the psychologist said gently.

Rhiannon looked up to the Sheriff again. "So I turned sixteen and I don't remember it?" she asked. The silent question hung thickly in the air.

They were all thinking the same thing: Where had she been in those twenty days she'd been missing?

"Don't worry, Rhiannon. We're going to take care of you." The CPS worker assured her. Rhiannon looked down at her hands, entwined in her lap. "How do I prove I'm not crazy? I don't want to go to--," she caught herself before she said Eichen House. She had to prove she wasn't crazy. Going there was practically a death sentence in this show.

"-to an asylum." She finished.

She looked toward the psychologist. "Rhiannon, you're going to be taken care of. For now, we need to do some more in-depth assessments of both your mental and physical health at the hospital." Great. Just great. She was going to get torn apart by dread doctors or sexually harassed by creepy healthcare workers.

Still, she had no other way to prove she wasn't crazy other than going along with what they said. She turned to Sherrif Stilinski, who looked hopeful.

"I'll go. And I won't run away. If... Mr. Stilinski promises to keep me safe."

She knew he would protect her. Even if she got sent to Eichen, one word from her and he'd have her transferred somewhere better. If there was one think she knew, it was that Noah Stilinski wouldn't break a promise to someone in need.

She could use that to her advantage.

Slowly, he nodded. He was unsure of why she turned to him, or trusted him at all. Why would she ask such a request from him? But she was alone in the world, and maybe he was the most trustworthy figure she knew. The thought saddened him. The idea of his son being in Rhiannon's position caused his heart to squeeze.

"Of course, Rhiannon. I promise I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe."

Later, when Rhiannon was successfully admitted to the hospital, the Sheriff got a break down of the plan for how they would handle the girl. "She doesn't seem unstable-- just rattled. After some testing is done, we can diagnose if she just has amnesia or if theres something else at play."

"Do you think she's schizophrenic or something?" Sherrif asked. It sounded silly. The doctor shook his head. "From what I gathered, she's as sane as you or me. Just without the majority of her memory."

Sheriff nodded, relieved to hear the good news. He turned to the CPS worker. "What's the plan? Are you going to have to find her a foster home?" he asked. She nodded. "We'll have to find a temporary placing. The foster options in Beacon Hills are very limited, especially on such short notice. We might have to take her out of town. I assume she'll be in the hospital for at least a few days, if not more. I've got my work cut out for me, Sheriff. Not to mention how difficult it is to find a home that's safe. A young beautiful girl like that is a difficult placement. You never know who might have nefarious intentions."

Stilinski nodded grimly. The thought sunk into his stomach and the promise he made her hung in the air. As the CPS worker walked away, she said, "If you know anyone willing to take in a sixteen year old girl within the next week let me know."

--

Stiles bolted into the building. It was much quieter than it had been that morning. Everyone seemed exhausted, and Stiles scanned the room only to be stopped by a deputy at the front desk.

"Where is she?" he demanded in labored breaths.

He didn't even bat an eye at Stiles. "She was readmitted to Beacon Memorial."

"Where's my--," Stiles started.

"Your dad is at home. Sleeping. And you should be in school. Learning."

Stiles was already halfway out the door when he heard a call coming from the radios and the room suddenly bustled with energy.

He turned, but everyone was scrambling. Some ran out the door, others answered phone calls and barked orders. Stiles finally over heard it on a radio, "...animal accident at the high school..." His blood ran cold. "What kind of accident!?" he demanded from a deputy using a phone.

She ignored him and quickly barked out to other deputies, "A flock of crows flew through the windows of a classroom at Beacon Hills High. Minor injuries, but a lot of dead crows." Stiles stepped back as another officer ran by. Lights and sirens blared outside as they rushed to the scene. Stiles ran back to his jeep and reached for his phone. If there was a problem at the school, Scott would know about it, since he was still there.

"Scott!! What's goin' on at the school?" Stiles exclaimed as soon as Scott picked up his phone call. "The school? What are you talking about?" "There was an accident right? A flock of crows flew into a classroom's windows."

Stiles turned the key in the ignition and sped down the road after the cops. "I have no idea what your talking about. I'm not at the school, I'm with Derek." Scott said, sounding distressed and in a hurry.

"Derek? What the hell are you doing with--?" Stiles started, but Scott cut him off urgently. "Look-- just meet us at Derek's house, okay?"

"Us?!" Stiles asked, but Scott had hung up the phone. Stiles didn't have time for debates, and made a sharp turn in the direction of the Hale house.

--

Rhiannon slept for fifteen hours. She didn't even realize how exhausted she truly was until she got there.

She showered again, got another IV, ate a hearty meal of delicious hospital food, and was heavily baraded by doctor and nurse alike. Nurse McCall was nowhere to be seen thankfully-- Rhiannon didn't want to face her quite yet after freaking her out the night before.

Rhiannon remembered what she'd said to Melissa. She told her that she knew about Scott, and that she was from another world. Hopefully Melissa didn't tell any doctors that piece of information, or she'd be tossed in a loony bin in no time. Rhi was secretly hoping Melissa wouldn't tell Scott either, but she knew that was wishful thinking.

When Rhiannon awoke she didn't remember how she even fell asleep. She rang for a nurse and asked for her IV to be removed.

When she realized the time, she sighed.

"It's two in the morning," the nighttime nurse told her. "Are you hungry at all?" Rhiannon opened her mouth but her stomach spoke for her with a loud girgle. The nurse chuckled and tucked Rhiannon back into bed. "Don't run off anywhere. I'll be right back with a midnight snack." The nurse had made a joke, but Rhiannon was too groggy to laugh. She saw some male nurses congregating near a desk area outside the open door. They were talking. "Three runaway patients in a day? I mean how do you even put the wrong person on the operating table?" "I don't know, man. Apparently that kid Isaac was in a bad motorcycle accident. I saw him get brought in. There was blood everywhere. No way he didn't need to be operated on. I saw his wounds."

"Oh, bullshit," one said. "I'm serious. It was probably some other guy they wheeled in there. I'll bet the poor kid is kidnapped."

"He ran away. And he wasn't injured-- it was someone else's blood." "Rightt. Well the chick and the kid will have some fun explaining to do if they ever turn up again. Like this one," he said and gestured to the room. Rhiannon pretended not to hear them and suddenly became very interested in the plant on the side table next to her. "She'll have one hell of a bill when she gets released," he said with a chuckle. "Hey, she's got amnesia. Leave her alone." "Oh come on, you know I'm messin' around. Besides, it's only a matter of time before they ship her to Eichen house anyways."

They went silent as the female nurse returned with a tray of food and kind smile on her face. "Here we are. I got you some McDonalds. We have one inside." Rhiannon brightened at the sight. "Thank you," she said. The nurse beamed at her. "Of course! Are you in pain? Do you need anything?"

Rhiannon took a bite of a chicken nugget and shook her head. When she was finally left alone and her meal was eaten, Rhiannon ran through the possibilities of what she was to do next. She could stay there in Beacon Hills and try to work with Scott and his friends to find a way back home. But their skills had never extended to multi dimensional travel. And side characters generally ended up toast.

If she stuck around the hub of evil supernatural forces, Rhiannon was sure to die. Just an extra character laying out on the concrete after some monster rampage. No, it wouldn't be her. She would have to get out. And that meant she would have to run away again. But this time, more successfully. She couldn't be put into Eichen-- it would be impossible to escape. No, she had to convince them that she was sane, and then when they least expect it she could make a break for it on some bus and get as far east as she could. Maybe she'd eventually make it back to Florida-- where she was from. Was. Was there anyone even there? Would she return to her childhood home to find it occupied by strangers?

Rhiannon didn't want to think about it. All she wanted to do was go home. She could do that. She would do that.

Getting out of Beacon Hills sounded like a good place to start.

--

The next time Rhiannon woke up, it was a busy day. She did tests, scans, x-rays, answered more questions, spoke to councilors and CPS workers and psychiatric specialists. In and out. In and out. New people, new questions, new tasks.

Rhiannon was feeling like a top slowing it's spin by 2pm. Another knock on the door, and Rhiannon grimaced inwardly. She turned only to find who she least expected. Sheriff Stilinski stood in the doorway.

"Oh-- hello." Rhiannon said. He smiled at her and walked in. The sun shone through the window but the two of them looked ragged in their own ways. "Good morning, or- I guess- afternoon," he said, noticing the clock's display of 1:00pm. Rhiannon was surprised he was there given the timeline of events. In her mind, Rhiannon ran through what she believed was happening. She was in season three in one of the first episodes. She didn't know which one. The way time moved was obviously much different in real life. She was also in a hospital with no clue what events were happening around her other than Issac and Braeden being admitted and leaving. Which meant that the Alpha pack was attacking, and a dark druid in the form of a high school english teacher was at large.

"Heh. It's been pretty crazy. I don't even know what day it is because I slept so much," she said.

Mr. Stilinski smiled. "Today is Saturday. I've got some good news from the doctor-- all of your tests are looking good. They're thinking you may be able to be discharged tomorrow." Rhiannon stomach lurched. "Discharged? Not transferred to the loony bin?"

He laughed heartily. "You're mental health evaluation went well. You're perfectly sane."

Rhiannon smiled, relief blooming within her. "Thank God."

"So, what are you doing here today?" she asked the sheriff, surprised he was even there to pay a visit. In Beacon Hills, there was always something important to investigate.

"Thing's are finally seeming to calm down," he said. "It's been an eventful few days. I wanted to come check and see how you were feeling."

"I haven't remembered anything, if that's what you mean," she said. He shook his head, "No, no. I didn't mean that. It... It must be scary for you being here. I want to let you know that I'm doing the best I can to find your family and get you back home." It was so sincere that Rhiannon felt guilt tug at her heart.

He wouldn't be able to find her family-- they don't exist. Not here.

"Thank you, Sheriff Stilinski." His shoulder radio cracked to life and a voice barked coded orders. He clicked the button and responded. "10-4, on the way to you." He smiled at Rhiannon and said, "Duty calls. Let me know if you need anything. I'll be back tomorrow to help figure out the details of your discharge."

Rhiannon nodded and beamed at him. She felt both guilty and grateful in that moment. Guilty to lie to him, and grateful that he was there for her. She felt safer knowing he had her back-- even if she didn't really deserve it.

--

One Day Later

--

Stiles and Scott were in Stiles' bedroom debating on whether or not they should go out.

"Come on, it's the perfect opportunity to move on. You know... forget about Allison like you've been doing all summer." Stiles said. He laid in his bed has he tossed a lacrosse ball up in the air and caught it again.

"It's just weird you know?" Scott said.

"How is it weird?"

"Well, after the deer and the birds-- I mean, I thought you wanted to figure out what's up with that girl Rhiannon. See if she was a lone wolf, like you think? And now you want to go to a party?"

"There's time to figure it out with her. I mean, with the way things are going she'll be admitted to Eichen. We'll have plenty of time to interrogate her then." Stiles said, though thoughts of Rhiannon hadn't stopped plaguing his mind.

After the attack on Issac, and with Erica and Boyd missing, they were pretty much at a standstill. Derek had made very clear that taking on a pack of alphas was for him to deal with and that Scott and Stiles weren't welcome in his endeavors.

For once, Scott had the opportunity to take a step back and be a normal teenager. And yet Stiles suddenly dropping the subject of Rhiannon was a subject of Scott's suspicion.

"You were pretty worked up over it until everything with Isaac and Derek." "Yeah, and the alpha pack out to get us? Derek wants to handle it alone, and I'm not gonna change his mind."

Scott had to agree. It was a relief that this wasn't their problem anymore.

"Maybe a crazy girl is the least of our worries," Stiles added.

A sound at the door notified Scott that Stiles' father had arrived home.

"Your dads here." he said, since Stiles didn't have Scott's supernatural hearing.

After Stiles skipped school the other day his dad had been so swamped with work that Stiles had managed to slip under the wire. The ball Stiles had been tossing in the air missed his hand and smacked him in the face.

"Ow!" Stiles exclaimed, clutching his face. Mr. Stilinski appeared at the threshold. He looked tired, but not nearly as bad as he had been two days ago.

"Stiles," he said and then nodded to Scott. "Scott. I need to talk to you boys about something." Stiles sat up straight and his face turned pale. Great, Stiles thought, fearing the impending lecture.

"Yeah, dad? What's up?" he asked, trying to play it cool.

"You two remember that girl you found the other night? Rhiannon Watson."

Stiles' blood ran cold again but for a different reason. The boys attention piqued.

"Yeah." Stiles said. "Well, she's been discharged from the hospital today." Mr. Stilinski said. "Oh she didn't get sent to Eichen?" Stiles said, and Scott elbowed him in the ribs. Stiles held his side and shot Scott a glare that said 'what was that for?'.

"No she's perfectly fine. Your concern is touching," Mr. Stilinski said both sarcastically and sternly.

Stiles knew why Scott had elbowed him in the ribs in that moment. Because from around the corner there she stood. She wore a baggy shirt and sweatpants that looked like Stiles' old clothes that had no longer fit him. She met their shocked gazes with a chin held high, and awkwardly smiled at them. It didn't reach her eyes.

Mr. Stilinski sucked in a heavy breath and continued. "Well, she'll be staying with us for a bit while a foster family is found. CPS ran out of options, and well--...I volunteered to take her in."

Stiles mouth fell open. Scott blinked, and looked between them.

"It'll be temporary, but I hope you'll will be welcoming to her while she's with us," he said, not really knowing what to say to explain himself. He didn't mean to spring this on his son, but that morning had been a whirlwind. When he impulsively told CPS that he could take her he hadn't thought that far ahead.

A silence hung in the air. "Stiles," Mr. Stilinski said sternly to his stupefied son. "Say hello to your foster sister."

Stiles was in such shock that he remained frozen. Scott took it upon himself to break the awkwarness.

"Hello, I don't know if you remember me. I'm Scott, Stiles' friend." he said as he stood. Rhiannon held her hand out and he shook it. Scott didn't forget what his mom had told him-- that this girl knew he was a werewolf. Still, she smelled and looked human enough. Her heart was racing and in that moment Scott felt badly for Stiles' earlier accusations.

"I remember you, Scott. I-...," she looked down embarrassed. "I'm sorry about how you found me. I was, uh... I wasn't in my right mind."

Stiles blinked and shook himself out of his stunned stupor. He quickly shot to his feet and nodded. "H-hi- Hello." He wiped his hands on his pants and held it out. She looked at it and then shook his hand. He quickly withtook it and shuffled his feet.

Rhiannon looked around trying to avoid the weight of their stares on her. "Well now that we got that out of the way... I got some pizza for dinner. Rhiannon, let me show you to your room. It's just down here to the right." After Rhiannon proceeded down the hall Mr. Stilinski shot his son a look and then left the doorway. Scott and Stiles looked at each other in shock. Stiles' expression also held a little bit of panic.

Stiles mouthed 'Is she a wolf?' Scott shook his head. She smelled perfectly human.

'Sister?' Scott mouthed to Stiles teasingly. Stiles bent backward with his hands on his head and then stepped forward into the hallway. He caught a glimpse of Rhiannon and his father walking into the guest room diagonal across the hall from his own bedroom.

Scott followed, pushing Stiles down the opposite direction and into the kitchen. On the dinnertable two boxes of pizza sat.

"What-," Stiles bit out in a hushed whisper, but the sound of footsteps snapped his mouth shut. He did his best to act natural as his dad approached them.

"I expect you boys to be the most welcoming people in the world to that poor girl. She's been through a lot, you hear me?" he whispered to them, and then walked over to get some plates. Stiles and Scott sent each other looks and then sat at the table.

"Rhiannon, do you want anything to drink? We have some coke, or milk if you'd like?" Mr. Stilinski called loudly. Rhiannon appeared from the hallway.

"Um, I'll just have some water." she said, trying not to glance at the two boys gawking at her. "Thank you, Mr. Stilinski." she added.

Rhiannon fiddled with the edge of the table as she sat across from them. "So, uh, Rhiannon--," Scott started. "Rhi." she corrected.

"Right-- Rhi. How long will you be staying here?" Scott asked. Mr. Stilinski shot him a vicious look that Rhiannon didn't see and Scott gulped. "Well I don't know. As long as you'll have me, I guess." she said, looking at Stiles.

"These two go to Beacon Hills High School. If you want, you can start there whenever you feel up to it. The hospital said you can take as long of a break as you'd like until your comfortable." Mr. Stilinski said as he set the water in front of her and began making her a plate of pizza. It was cheese. They never got cheese. Only pepperoni. Stiles sucked in a breath and attempted to speak. "You got cheese?" He asked, and felt stupid for saying it. "We got both." His dad said. Scott and Stiles opened up the other box and began to serve themselves. Rhiannon did the sign of the cross and began to silently pray.

The table went quiet. She looked up in confusion at their stares. "What?" she asked. "Your... religious?" Mr. Stilinski asked. She blinked at them. "Oh. I guess, yeah." she said, feeling stupid.

"I don't really remember...But I was. I think..." and trailed off. Mr. Stilinski smiled. "It's alright. That's good. Muscle memory can help, right?" His hopefull comment brought a small smile to her face. "Right."

Mr. Stilinski bowed his head and when he noticed the boys staring dumbfounded, he gestured for them to follow. They immediately bowed their heads in prayer. "Bless us Oh Lord and these thy gifts which we are about to receive through Thy bounty through Christ our Lord. Amen." Mr. Stilinski said with Rhiannon. Stiles picked up on the prayer halfway through, remembering it from his childhood.

They hadn't prayed in years. Not since his mother died.

They dug in silently. Mr. Stilinski cleared his throat and picked up the conversation. He was trying his best to be welcoming and warm, which wasn't his strong suit. "So, boys--," he said. They sat ramrod straight with mouths full of pepperoni pizza. "What are you up to tonight?" Stiles chewed and swallowed quickly. "Uh, there's a party."

"A party?" "Yeah, Heather's birthday party."

"Oh Heather. How is she?"

"Good. She's good." Stiles said. In truth he hadn't caught up with her in a while and was surprised to receive an invitation to the party. Nonetheless he was still eager to go. "Good." Mr. Stilinksi said. Normally when they ate there was no pressure to make conversation. Now, a fear of silence hung in the kitchen.

"Well... why don't you go with them, Rhi?" Mr. Stilinski asked. Stiles almost spit out his gulp of soda, and Scott patted his friend on the back as Stiles coughed. "Um, it's okay-," she started.

"You were telling me in the car that you were excited to be a normal kid again, right? Why not?"

He sounded so hopeful that Rhiannon hesitated on her decline of his offer. "Stiles, you'd take her around, introduce her to some friends, right? Make her feel welcome?"

It wasn't a question but a command. Stiles nodded. "Yeah, yeah for sure. You should come," he said but didn't really mean it. "Great." Mr. Stilinski said and took a bite. Rhiannon met Stiles' eyes with a very slight wince. Stiles swallowed and nodded, fighting a grimace.

--

Rhiannon sat on the bed and looked at herself in the vanity mirror across from it. Her clothes were baggy, and were a combination of what Sheriff Stilinski had brought to her and stuff from charity donations. An old star wars shirt and athletic sweatpants-- both a size too large for her.

Mr. Stilinski said they would swing by the charity center in the morning to get her some new clothes, but she wished they had done that earlier.

After the excruciating dinner Stiles and Scott made a break for Stiles' bedroom. She tried to back out of the party but Mr. Stilinski looked crushed at the idea that she didn't feel welcome, and she didn't have the heart to go through with it.

Now she sat waiting for her final hour of reckoning. A knock sounded at her door. "Come in," she called, pretending to tie the laces on the battered converse that had been donated to her. "Are you ready?" Stiles said. He looked like a lamb for slaughter. "You don't have to bring me, Stiles. It's oka--," she said, but cut herself off at the sight of Mr. Stilinski standing at the edge.

"Don't worry. It'll be fun!" He didn't sound very enthusiastic.

--

The car ride was excruciating. Scott climbed in the back seat and Rhi had no choice but to sit shotgun. Stiles fumbled with his keys, dropped them, and then it took a few times of turning the key for the engine to start.

"Come on," he begged the car. "Come on." Finally, it burst to life.

Stiles let out a short laugh of relief. "She's a bit rusty."

Rhiannon nodded in acknowledgement, and looked out the window. The sky was colored a burnt orange as the sun set. They drove down the road. Scott lightly smacked Stiles on the shoulder and made eyes at him to say something. Stiles shrugged like he didn't know what to say until he finally gave in.

"Listen-- about the other day-," he started but Rhiannon interrupted. "Don't worry about it. Let's just forget the whole thing." She said firmly. Stiles couldn't object to that, and then Scott gestured for him to try again.

"Okay. Great. Forgotten. Already gone. All the memory just--," and then he got smacked in the shoulder by Scott and Stiles realized how insensitive he sounded to the amnesiac sitting passenger. Talking about forgotten memories maybe wasn't the best idea.

Rhiannon didn't know how to ease the tension but also didn't know if she even wanted to. Against her better judgement she spoke. "Thanks for taking me along but you guys don't have to bring me to the party."

"No!" Scott said quickly. "It'll be fun. Don't worry." But Rhiannon could feel that they knew it wouldn't be fun with her there, and were just doing what Stiles' dad told them to.

"I... Don't plan on staying here for long. In Beacon Hills." Rhiannon said.

"Why not?" Stiles asked. Rhiannon let out a short laugh. Because there are murderous supernatural creatures at every turn. And I'm a side character-- a villians main course. "I'm gonna go home." she responded. The boys were quiet for a moment. Right. That probably sounded really sad coming from a girl who had no home or family or memories of either.

"When I remember what home is." she added. Her quick mindedness was at the least a relief. The sun sank beneath the horizon and colored the clouds into beautiful purples and reds. She'd never been to California before, Rhiannon realized. It was pretty.

"Well in the meantime...," Stiles said trailing off. He didn't have much to say. Scott cut in, "You've got us."

Did they have her? They hardly even knew who she was. It sounded so surface-level that Rhiannon let a scoff slip.

"Right. Look- I don't need to be your friends. Your dad has been very kind to me. I don't know why, but he has. And I'm grateful to him. But you don't have to force yourselves to-," she said, but Stiles interrupted. "We're not! It'll be fun. New girl in town, fresh meat," Stiles said. Ironic, Rhi thought. "You'll fit right in."

As Scott sat in the back, he remembered again what his mother warned him. The memory flashed in his mind. She knows what you are.

"Soooo... What were you doin' out there? In the woods." Stiles said.

"Stiles." Scott said sternly. But Rhiannon responded matter-of-factly. "Waiting to get run over."

It was a joke, but they were so surprised they didn't laugh. Rhiannon sighed. This was going to be a long night.

Rhiannon had already thought through her plan of action during her stay in the hospital.

Plan A was to avoid any main characters and to get the hell out of Beacon Hills the first chance she got. Plan A was obviously dashed to the wind when Sheriff Stilinski volunteered to take her in and pushed her together with the main characters.

Plan B was to play dumb. To pretend like she didn't know anything. She wasn't crazy. She was just some poor, helpless girl who had nothing to do with the supernatural and nothing to do with Scott McCall.

Apparently, Scott had plans to scratch out Plan B too.

"My mom told me she met you. In the hospital." he said. Rhiannon froze up at the mention of Scotts mother. The way she had acted and things she said that night weren't fitting in with the whole 'nothing to do with Scott McCall' thing.

"Did she?" Rhiannon responded, trying to sound bored. His supernatural hearing picked up on the stutter of her heart.

"She said that you knew me."

"I do know you. You almost ran me over." she said.

"Right, but-," Scott started. "And you saw me naked." Rhiannon added, hoping that adding some discomfort would change the subject. It did somewhat. Stiles' face turned beet red and he shifted uncomfortably. Scott coughed. "Right. That too."

Much to Rhi's dismay, he continued. "She also said you knew what I am."

The atmosphere changed instantly. Rhi tried to cover it by playing dumb.

"What, a lacrosse player?"

"How do you know he plays lacrosse?" Stiles asked suspiciously. Rhi raised a brow and pointed a thumb to the lacrosse stick in the back seat next to Scott.

"Oh. That's mine." Stiles said.

"So you don't play lacrosse?" Rhi asked Scott. Scott tipped his head to the side. "Well.. I do-,"

"Great. Then it's settled. You're both lacrosse players."

Scott didn't know what to say. He believed his mother, but what if she was wrong? If this girl didn't know that he was a werewolf and he came out and said it, it wouldn't be good for him. Maybe she'd go around telling people he was a freak who thinks he's a wolf. Or maybe...

"That I'm a werewolf."

Stiles swerved and looked in the rear view mirror at his friend like he had gone mad.

"Is that an inside joke I'm supposed to know about?" She asked smoothly. Stiles subtly let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah. Yeah, sorry. It was." Scott said.

They finally reached the party. There were cars parked along the street and a house lit up with lights and people lingering outside. Stiles parked and turned off the car, eager to get out of this situation as soon as possible. "Here we are! Party time." He let out an awkward laugh.

Rhi got out and opened the seat for Scott to climb out of the car. He did smoothly and she pushed it back in and moved to climb back inside. "What are you doing?" Stiles asked. "Waiting in the car." She responded as if it were obvious.

"Yourrr not coming in?" Stiles asked.

Rhi shrugged. "I don't really want to. You guys have fun. I'll be here when you're done."

Stiles looked at Scott and begrudgingly gave in. Rhi watched as they walked down the sidewalk into the frey. She recalled the mental notes about what happened that night and knew there was nothing she could do to stop a pre-existing plot from unfolding.

As Scott and Stiles walked down the sidewalk Scott glanced at his phone. One missed call from Allison. "That was a genius move. Just go ahead and tell everyone you're a werewolf. It's a great conversation starter," Stiles said sarcastically, still reeling from his best friend's leap of faith.

Scott ignored the notification and slipped the phone back into his pocket.

"She knows." Scott said. Stiles was taken aback. "What?" he asked.

"Her heart skipped a beat. She was lying."

"Maybe she just realized you're crazy." Stiles reasoned. Scott shook his head, and knew the truth.

So Rhiannon did know.

"That means she's hiding something. Why would she lie about knowing what you are?" Stiles said. "And why is she so determined to get out of Beacon Hills?" Scott added, taking note of how strange it was that she would rather wait in the car than go with them.

Stiles took the information in, glancing back at his jeep down the road. He turned back to Scott. "Do you think we can trust her?"

"No." Scott said quickly. "Not until we know how she knows I'm a werewolf."

Stiles sucked in a breath. "Great. Just great. We've got a suspicious person who came mysteriously out of the woods living in my house."

Rhiannon wished she had a journal to write down what she knew. To put it all on paper so she didn't forget anything. She made a mental note to get her hands on a journal the first chance she got.

In the meantime, she slumped in the seat and tried to remember what happened in this episode. They went to a party. Heather tries to have sex with Stiles. She gets kidnapped and sacrificed because she's a virgin.

Rhiannon's blood ran cold as a realization hit. She was a virgin. And a side character.

What if the story could change? What if she was the next sacrifice? She certainly wasn't in a good position-- alone in a car. Defenseless.

Rhiannon opened the door and ran down the street. Scott and Stiles were approaching the house.

"Wait!" Rhiannon called. They stopped and turned around. She reached them panting.

"Wait."

"What? Change your mind?" Stiles asked with an edge to his voice.

"Yes.... Yes I want to go."

She was still breathing heavily but the boys looked at each other. Scott shrugged and said, "Okay. Let's go."

Rhiannon felt relief as she stepped between them and led the way into the house. Normally she would have been riddled with anxiety at the thought of entering a party sober knowing absolutely nobody. But now, she was just relieved that she wasn't in impending doom.

She just had to stay with Scott. With Scott she would be safe.

When she entered the house a blond girl looked at her in confusion. "Stiles!" She exclaimed, but slowed as he came to a stop next to Rhi. Her expression looked a bit disappointed as she appraised Rhiannon. "Whose this?" Heather asked.

Wait, wasn't she supposed to kiss him?, Rhi thought in confusion as she looked between the two. Stiles was caught off guard but quickly recovered. "Oh! This is my new foster sister."

Foster sister. It sounded silly to Rhi, but she smiled pleasantly and held out her hand to Heather. "I'm Rhi, nice to meet you... His dad uh... made him bring me." Rhi added, noticing Heathers disappointment. Who was Rhi to stand in the way of the girl's targeted conquest?

"Oh..." Heather said, taking Rhi's hand and shaking it. Rhi grabbed Scott's forearm and dragged him forward. "And Scott," Rhi added. She met Scott's gaze with a cry for help. She knew a scorned woman when she saw one. The last thing she needed was for some girl to get the wrong idea and start unnecessary drama. "Hi," Scott said. Heather smiled tightly at them. "Do you guys want a drink?" She asked with a smile.

Rhi's brows furrowed. A drink? Wasn't she supposed to take Stiles down to the cellar and proceed to get kidnapped?

"Yeah, that'd be great!" Stiles said enthusiastically. Heather smiled at him and lead them all to the kitchen.

What is happening? The plot can change?

"Here we are," she said, handing them all freshly poured jungle juice. When Heather handed the cup to Rhi she spilled it. All down Rhi's front. Stiles' old star wars shirt and sweat pants were soaked and sticky.

"Whoops," Heather said with a vicious smile. Bitch, Rhi thought.

"Woah," Stiles said, not clocking how non-accidental the accident was. He rushed to grab a towel and started drying Rhi off. Rhi stepped back and took the towel from him. Stiles realized he had overstepped a boundary and blushed. This only seemed to piss Heather off more. "I'm sooo sorry. You can borrow some of my clothes! Scott, would you take Rhi upstairs? My room is the first door on the left."

Scott looked at Heather in confusion but Rhi smiled tightly and led the way. Behind them, she heard Heather say to Stiles, "Want to come grab a bottle of wine downstairs? This stuff isn't that good."

As Scott trailed behind Rhi, he heard her grumbling angrily. "Are you okay?" he asked. Rhi turned and saw Scott's concerned expression. She sighed.

"Boys are clueless." She said. They found her room, but a random couple was making out passionately on the bed. Rhi quickly shut the door and moved on. "I'll just wipe it off in the bathroom," she reasoned.

Scott checked his phone when it buzzed again. A notification displayed 'one message from Allison'.

"Hey, is it alright if I step out for a minute?" Scott asked. Rhi looked up at him and nodded.

"Yeah. Just don't disappear. I don't really know anyone here."

Scott nodded reassuringly. "I'll be right back."

Rhi sighed. She was alone. She took off her shirt and ran the stain under the water to scrub the fabric clean and muttered to herself about people who deserved to die.

All of a sudden, Stiles himself barreled inside and shut the door behind him. When he turned he ran straight into Rhi, who couldn't catch herself in time. "Woah!" he exclaimed, catching her by the waist and arm before they toppled over.

"Shouldn't you be in the basement?" Rhi asked. Stiles looked down at her partially naked body. His hands held her warm, bare skin. He jumped back red as ever.

"You sure do blush a lot." She commented, returning to her task of scrubbing the shirt clean. "W-w-what are you- I'm sorry! I didn't know--," he stammered. "It's fine. Nothing you haven't seen before, right?" She said, which only sent him further into stuttering embarrassment.

He looked at her as she wrung the shirt out and began to put it back on.

"Did you not find her room?" he asked. He was still breathing heavily from his quest to find a condom, but being alone with Rhi wearing nothing but a bra and his sweatpants seemed to take priority in his mind.

"Nah. Aren't you looking for something?" She asked, straightening herself out. She was wet now, but at least not soaked in mysterious alcohol. Stiles' eyes lit up at the reminder of what he was there for. Rhi opened the drawer for him. There, a box of XXL condoms sat. "Stay safe," she said as she opened the bathroom door and headed down the stairs to find Scott. Stiles reached for the box and then turned. Rhi opened the front door and much to her surprise, Stiles called her name. "Hey, where are you going?" he asked. She turned to him.

"To find Scott. Where are you going?" She asked, but he seemed to be following her out the front door.

"Where did Scott--," he started, but stopped as soon as he saw Allison, Lydia, and Scott on the front lawn. The two approached the trio.

"Allison, Lydia? What are you doing here?" Stiles asked.

The two girls looked concerned and had a serious air about them. Stiles quickly shoved the condoms in his pocket before anyone saw. "What happened?" He asked Lydia. Rhiannon noticed Lydia had a bandage over her forehead.

"Whose this?" Lydia asked, aprasing Rhiannon. Allison seemed to be doing the same. "This is Rhi. My dad is fostering her." "Fostering her?" Lydia asked severely. Rhi's eyes lingered on the bandage, but met the girls' scrutinous gaze.

Stiles nodded. Rhi shifted awkwardly. "I'll leave you guys to it-," Rhi started, but Allison quickly said, "It's alright. We were just leaving."

Allison looked to Scott, who nodded at her in some mutual understanding that Rhi wasn't included in.

Scott turned to Stiles and Rhiannon as the girls walked to their car. "What's up with them?" Stiles asked him. Scott glanced at Rhi.

"I'll tell you later." he said.

Rhi didn't know why but she felt embarrassed at the subtle exclusion. She needed to cut the silence as soon as possible, so she said the first thing that came to mind. "Stiles is gonna have sex with Heather." Rhi stated. It sounded childish coming out of her mouth. Stiles turned to Stiles incredulously. "What?" Scott exclaimed, a sudden smile blooming to his lips.

"Oh shit!" Stiles was hit with a realization, and turned and bolted inside.

Scott looked to Rhi for an explanation. She smiled and said, "He came into the bathroom looking for condoms."

He laughed. "No way." he said as they walked back inside. He was clearly ecstatic for his friend.

Rhiannon smirked and rolled her eyes. As they walked back into the party, though, Heather's friend approached them. "Hey, do you know where Heather is?" She asked. Rhi's stomach dropped. For the first time, Rhi realized what was truly happening.

"No, why?" Scott asked. "We haven't seen her. Do you know where Stiles is?" She asked looking around.

"He's in the-," Scott started, but then Stiles appeared from the basement with a look of confusion on her face.

"Heather wasn't down there." He said, sounding deeply disappointed.

"She probably went to find someone else to lose her virginity to," the friend added, turning back to her friends without a care in the world. Stiles was taken aback in offense. Scott stifled a laugh.

It didn't occur to any of them to be weary. It seemed so innocent-- Heather had just gone somewhere else. At her own party. Rhi's stomach turned over and she gripped the wet spot on her shirt.

Rhi couldn't stop herself as she said, "Wait! Are you sure she's okay? I mean-..." they all looked at her, "What if she's in trouble?"

Heather's friend scoffed as if it were the silliest thing in the world. "She's fine. She barely even had anything to drink anyway. I'll find her eventually." And with that the conversation was over. But you won't. You won't find her.

Before that moment it had all seemed like she was outside her own body staring down at this world from somewhere else. Like what she did and said didn't really matter in the end. Like this plot was something she had nothing to do with and no control over.

Except, Lydia had a cut on her forehead when she saw her just moments ago. One that wasn't there in the original plot of the story. When had Lydia gotten a forehead injury?

Upon the sight of it, Rhi had realized the truth. Somehow, her actions had an impact on this story. The butterfly effect could change everything. Even her barest of interactions could have drastic effects on what she knew to be true here.

And if that were true, then it meant she had indirectly allowed Heather to die. Without stepping in and helping when she had the chance, had Rhi been compliant in her murder?

She remembered sarcastically grumbling about the Heather's mean behavior from earlier. That seemed so long ago now in the face of the truth. This wasn't just a story anymore. This was her reality. And she had the power to change it.

"I- I don't know." Rhi said quickly to Scott and Stiles. "I don't know how to explain it, but something feels off."

Scott and Stiles met eyes and then turned back to her. Stiles sighed out his disappointment at his own fumble with Heather.

"Don't worry. Just an average day for me." He said, thinking Rhi was feeling guilty for indirectly cockblocking him (even though she hadn't in the slightest. Stiles had done that to himself.) "I'm not exactly smooth with the ladies."

Scott patted his friend on the shoulder and they lead Rhiannon back outside toward the direction of the car. "Don't you think we should find her?" Rhi asked desperately as she fell behind them. "Nah. Her friends will do that just fine. Besides, I don't think we really want to." Stiles said without hiding his disappointment as he alluded to the inappropriate activities Heather was probably partaking in currently.

Rhi stopped for a moment, her mind racing. She couldn't convince them unless she told them the truth. But what then? Would they be able to help Heather, or was it too late? Would they blame her for not saying something sooner? Maybe if they knew about her situation, they could somehow get her back home. But then wouldn't she be dragging herself into a story where she didn't belong? Opening up a new conflict that they didn't have room for? If she told them the truth, she could possibly prevent them from helping those in need? What if her attempt to save one person resulted in a domino effect that hurt many more?

Even more tormenting was the thought of changing the plot enough to not know what was coming next. To alter the timeline and leave her unable to help them in the future when it really mattered. Unable to help herself. When it really mattered.

The memory of seeing Allison for the first time flashed in her mind. She was beautiful in person. Prettier than Rhi thought of herself, which was rare because Rhiannon thought herself to be quite beautiful. And if it weren't for the white bandage across Lydia's forehead, she would have been a sight for sore eyes too.

She recalled the look in Scott's eyes as he gazed longingly at Allison. It was only for moments, but Rhi felt like she knew them. She could see Scott holding Allison's lifeless body. See him blame himself for her death.

Rhi could save her. If she planned it out well enough, she could save her.

Rhi clenched her fists. In that moment she made the difficult decision. It weighed on her shoulders despite herself. She followed the boys down the sidewalk. She ignored the idea of Heather being sacrificed.

She got into the jeep without a word.

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Notes: Thank you all for reading.

#stiles stilinski #fanfiction #teen wolf stiles #teen wolf #stiles #void stiles #romance #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #found family #fix it fic #reader insert #own character #stiles x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #smut #fluff #slow burn #scott x malia #scott x allison #lydia x parrish #Youtube

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An amalgamation of random CS Character HCs that have been knocking around in my brain for a while, pt1:

- Sheena was released on bail by her family a few months after fall of VILE. They worked their rich people magic and finessed a sweet, sweet plea that one could only dream of. She now works at Sephora for some reason.

- Chief loves a good paid product placement. In fact 90% of ACMEs income comes from brand deals and sponsorships. All the elevators within ACME HQs across America are Pepsi Branded.

- Chase has 2 younger sisters that he is incredibly close (one still a minor) with. They are both extremely intelligent, strongly opinionated and driven women, exactly the way he raised them. Which people in his inner circle find ironic when considering previous behaviours displayed. He admits it's ironic, and admits openly that it plagues his soul frequently.

- Neal was eventually caught, multiple, multiple, multiple times but naturally escaped. And eventually was just never seen again. Probably performing stand up somewhere. As is probably for the best. It's theorised that he kept getting caught just to escape because he was bored. The cafeteria staff within the prison miss him.

- Cleo developed a skin care line right out of her prison cell. Somehow. It's really successful. It is actually one of ACMEs many sponsors now.

- Zack signed up for a local musical theatre group after being inspired by the show Glee. He subsequently quit when he found out that you actually have to dance and sing, to be apart of the group. And not just sit in the corner and wait for a Glee moment to happen so you can 'get the live Glee experience', as he puts it.

- 6 months into Shadowan's 'retirement' in Greece, he found himself horrifically bored, and began fishing. Turns out he is really good at it, a natural, and ended up being featured on TV for his innovation to fishing.

- Chase decided to grow an actual beard, nothing serious, to shake things up. Zack caught on to this change emerging and wanted to copy him and grow one too. He was excited to become 'The Beard Brothers'. Chase shaved it pretty much the next day.

- Zari plays professional indoor beach volley ball. And is really dam good at it.

- Player collects Yu-Gi-Oh cards. Not to play, but just to organise. He keeps all the holographic ones in their own portfolio. He claims his entire collection is totally worth like a couple thousand, at least.

- Julia likes the taste of coconut. Loves those little chocolates that are called Bountys. It's not her favourite flavour but she really appreciates anything with some dessicated coconut in it.

- Chase is lactose intolerant, but like many people in society suffering from that affliction he refuses to live his life by it. He will not be controlled by dairy. HE controls the dairy. But he does commit to skim or oat milk in his coffee, he's not crazy.

- Dash Haber and Trey Sterling are frienemies to lovers to strangers.

- Carmen and Ivy partake in many private rendezvous that are not at all as work related as they lead people to believe they are.

- Brunt's favourite show is Supernatural. She has a huge huge crush on Dean. It's concerning. But understandable. She kicked up a stink about missing the 'new seasons' (she's a few years behind) and gets to watch an epp a week, despite being in prison.

- Ivy becomes ACMEs resident mechanic and supes up any ACME car she can get her hands on. Don't expect to have any appliances in any office she has a workshop in as the best parts come from a toasted sandwich maker and kettle.

- Player grows from like 4"1 to 6ft within seconds of turning 18.

- Carmen begins working on starting a charity which aims at completely reforming the international foster care system, so she can marry it to her 'stealing for the right reasons' motif which she is currently working at making an actual legal enterprise of some sort.

- Gray claims that he's so far met 17 celebrities throughout his life. But when you ask for a list of who he has met he only ever names a few out of those 17, but ALWAYS tells the story of how he met Chad Michael Murry at a service station in Brisbane.

- As a teen, Bellum was once lost within an IKEA for a considerable amount of time. They consider it the best 5 hours of their life and nothing will ever top it.

#Honestly I could just keep going #cs 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandiego 2019 #disfordevineaux #chase devineaux #julia argent #cs ivy #cs zack #Dash Haber #Cs player #Crackle #Cs bellum #Carmen Sandiego

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THE UPS AND DOWNS OF HOGWARTS QUIDDITCH

ravenclaw!kuroo tetsuro x gryffindor!reader

wc: 5355 

the gryffindor seeker falls ill, and your house’s quidditch captain begs you to play the position of seeker in the next game, against ravenclaw. which would be fine if your long term best friend and crush wasn’t the quidditch captain of his house team, ravenclaw, who isn’t too keen on playing against you. 

warnings: friends-to-frienemies?-to-lovers (that’s not a warning but you know), mild language, pinning, mentions of underage drinking (fire whiskey), kissing

an: i haven’t uploaded in like over a week and it’s because i was writing this amongst other things simultaneously. i’m also trying to catch up on a lot of work during my summer break, so long fics will probably be uploaded less frequently in the month of july, and for that i apologize! however, i hope you enjoy ravenclaw boyfriend kuroo as much as i do. 

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

extracurriculars: captain of the ravenclaw quidditch team (chaser)

favorite subject: advanced arithmancy studies

wand: 11.5″ long, cypress wood, and dragon heartstring core

patronus: lion 

you and kuroo have known each other for almost as long as you’ve known yourself to be a wizard. it’s hard to forget your first encounter with him on the hogwarts express in your first year. you were looking for a secluded carriage to sit and read in, however, it appeared that by the time you got onto the train, they were all occupied. debating whether or not you should keep searching you felt someone tap your shoulder. 

turning around you saw a boy who appeared to be around your age, staring at you with a wide grin. looking back at it now, you suppose if you were not a naive eleven year old, you would have thought the boy to be creepy with his lanky, tall appearance and dark hair that cast a shadow over one side of his face. even so, his smile was warm enough, and when he asked you if you were also a incoming first year at hogwarts, you deemed it fine enough to reply yes. 

“great! me too!,” the boy gleamed enthusiastically. “are you looking for somewhere to sit? this other kid and i found a carriage in the back, if you wanna join us!”

smiling, you accept his invitation. as you both walk down the passageway towards the back of the train, the boy asks you, “what’s you name? i’m kuroo tetsuro, by the way!” 

“l/n y/n. it’s nice to meet you kuroo,” you tell him. when he replies that it’s nice to meet you too, and that he’s excited for the journey ahead, any apprehension you may or may not have been feeling about going to a magical school washes away. 

when you get the the carriage with the other boy, who you learn to be bokuto koutarou, the three of you engage in pleasant and exciting conversation for several hours before your arrival at hogwarts. the three of you get to know each other the best that three magical eleven-year-olds can, and friendships bloom on the hogwarts express. even when you all finally arrive at hogwarts itself, and are sorted into different houses (kuroo in ravenclaw, bokuto in hufflepuff, and you in gryffindor), you three manage to cheer each other on, allowing your friendships to carry on past the hogwarts express ride. 

you’re all now in your last year at hogwarts, and your first ever encounter on the hogwarts express feels like a million years ago and yesterday simultaneously. since then your friendships with both bokuto and kuroo have manifested into life long relationships. you visit each other’s homes during the summers, you study in the back of the library together, and you support one another when one of you has an important event coming up. 

yet, while your relationship with bokuto has remained purely platonic, you’ve developed romantic feelings for kuroo. one day it just so happened that you found yourself staring at your best friend when he wasn’t looking, and thinking about him when he wasn’t around. 

you thought maybe he could like you back, but once you overheard him talking to his friend, kenma about how he likes people who are intelligent, and the P on your care of magical creatures OWL made you reconsider. it’s a dumb reason, really. however, you figured you were probably not his type, and there is no point in finding out if you’re feelings are reciprocated if it’ll ruin your friendship anyway. it’ll be fine though, you constantly tell yourself, because eventually you’ll get over your feelings for him. despite ignoring your feelings and pretending your crush on your best friend doesn’t exist, it seems like the longer you know kuroo, the more stronger your feelings grow. 

the first time you actually consider the fact that your infatuation may cause some actual damage in your life is when miya atsumu corners you at the gryffindor table in the great hall to ask you to be the replacement gryffindor seeker. with the upcoming triwizard tournament no one is really paying attention to what’s going on with hogwarts quidditch. that is unless you’re miya atsumu, gryffindor captain, or bokuto koutarou, hufflepuff captain, or kuroo tetsuro, ravenclaw captain. even the slytherin captain, oikawa tooru, is too preoccupied with being the hogwarts champion. 

the season just began, with the game between hufflepuff and slytherin last week, with hufflepuff winning. in a few weeks, ravenclaw and gryffindor are set to play each other, but right now gryffindor is in major trouble with the seeker, hinata shoyo falling ill. no one really knows what happened to him, except that madam pomfrey said that he’d need to remain in the infirmary for about a month’s time. you know a few other students in his year in your house, and from what you’ve learned from them, it appears that whatever hinata has is bad. 

“y/n pleaseeee,” atsumu begs, “there’s no one else in the house that can fly as fast as hinata, except maybe you!” 

“jeez, thanks,” you tell him. you’re too preoccupied in your cereal to really understand his arguments anyway. 

“y/n, we need you. i need you. the team needs you. gryffindor needs you. godric gryffindor needs you,” miya atsumu begs. 

you open your mouth to tell him to go away for what feels like the millionth time, when a voice from behind speaks. “sounds important if godric gryffindor is involved.” 

you turn around to see kuroo standing and smiling down at you. he’s not wearing his cloak, opting to hold it in his right hand, and his tie is rather loose around his neck, despite the otherwise neatness in his appearance. ‘great,’ you think, ‘now my heart’s doing gymnastic tricks.’

“it’s not,” you tell him, shaking your head to collect yourself. “i’m sorry atsumu but you’re gonna have to find someone else,” and you get up from your seat. you and kuroo begin your walk to the gryffindor and ravenclaw shared defense against the dark arts class. it’s a double period which you’re dreading, unlike kuroo who loves and excels at almost anything and everything academic. 

“what did the blonde miya twin want?” kuroo asks once you’re out of the great hall. 

“huh? oh, he was just asking me to--” you start, but kuroo cuts you off. 

“did he ask you to the yule ball?” kuroo blurts abruptly. you almost trip from the implication of his words,.

“it’s a bit early on for that, don’t you think,” you laugh. 

“right, sorry. i just wanted to make sure he wasn’t harassing you.” ugh, if only he knew how you felt. then maybe he wouldn’t say swoon worthy things to you.  

“he was asking me to replace hinata in the upcoming quidditch match,” you reply, not wanting to fixate on his words any longer. 

you’re not sure if it is the delivery of your words or if he misunderstood you, because you’re pretty certain you didn’t say anything funny enough for kuroo to start laughing. 

“what?” you ask him. 

“it’s just, i don’t know why he’d ask you,” kuroo says when he finally calms down. 

“why wouldn’t he? i’m a pretty good flyer, and whenever we play with bokuto you tell me i’d make a great seeker,” you assert. you’re no longer walking towards the classroom, but standing in the middle of the hall. kuroo’s never doubted your skills before, or questioned your ability to do anything. in fact, kuroo’s always been your number one supporter. whenever you fail a test or feel insecure about yourself, kuroo always cheering you on to lift your spirits. so you can’t help but wonder what would make him say that to you. 

“but y/n that’s just fun, it’s different when you play on an actual team,” kuroo says. “it’s really nothing personal. quidditch is just... difficult, i guess.” 

“you don’t think i could handle it?” you’re officially angry, face turning red, and fists clenched. 

“it’s just kageyama is an amazing seeker, and the only one who could really match him is hinata,” kuroo explains, as if he’s not adding salt to the wound. “i just don’t want to see you hurt after working so hard.” he goes to put his hand on your shoulder, but you move out of the way. you’re angry, and mad, and confused. how could your best friend say that to you so casually.

you’re not sure how to respond, and you’re not sure if he can even tell that you’re hurt from his words. after a moment of just staring at him you say, “you know for a ravenclaw you’re pretty fucking stupid.” 

you don’t look at him as you walk down the corridor into the classroom. you take your seat next to a fellow gryffindor, fukunaga shohei, still shaking with rage. you feel kuroo’s stares from a few seat over, but you pay him no mind. all you’re thinking about if how you much work you’re gonna put into the next few weeks to try to reach and surpass the level of skill ravenclaw’s seeker, kageyama tobio possesses. 

meanwhile, kuroo’s brain has finally caught up with his mouth and he’s appalled by his own words. he feels terrible. how could he say that to his own friend? his best friend? he doesn’t know what came over him. was he genuinely worried you’d beat yourself up over a loss? no, he knows you aren’t a sore loser, or that you’d get attached to the gyffindor seeker position, because everyone knows that eventually hinata shoyo will return. is he scared you’d help bring victory to gryffindor against his own house? he’s not sure. you’re great on a broom, but he’s never seen you play serious quidditch. besides kageyama has skills on par with pro players. was he jealous that one of the miya twins is begging you to help him, and was practically drooling over you during breakfast? ...no. 

for the rest of the day you and kuroo avoid each other. it’s your first official fight. you’ve disagreed in the past, but it’s never been as severe as not even bothering to look at each other in the halls or pretending you don’t hear each other when one of you answers a question in class. 

perhaps bokuto would have caught on faster had he not been too preoccupied with his potions grade, but he doesn’t even realize that two of his best friends, who are also best friends with each other, are pretending that they are strangers until two days later. 

“i just don’t understand what happened between you two,” bokuto groans to you. again. for what feels like the hundredth time that day. currently you’re on your way to meet up with atsumu for extra quidditch practice, because although you’ve warmed up to the seeker position fairly quickly, you’ve got a lot of work to put in if you want to secure a solid chance of reaching the snitch before kageyama. 

“kuroo said i’m a shit seeker,” you seethe. you’re still angry at kuroo. furious in fact. every time you see him you’re over come with rage. what did i even see in him, you think to yourself. 

“but i bet he didn’t mean it,” bokuto replies. but the look of skepticism on your face makes bokuto sigh, “listen i don’t know how to mediate. that’s akaashi’s thing man.” 

“bokuto i really appreciate it. i do. because you’re a great friend, and i know this must suck, but we’re okay. it’s just that i’ve gotta meet atsumu in like five minutes, so i’ll see you later,” and with that you rush off to the quidditch pitch. 

kuroo can’t tell if you’ve gotten so good at ignoring him that you don’t see him sitting under a nearby tree, or if you deliberately choose not to pay him any attention. you must have agreed to being the seeker replacement since you’re holding your broomstick, he notices. he sees the edge of the quidditch pitch where atsumu is standing, and while he can’t hear what he says to you when you finally reach him, he feels slightly ticked off from seeing you hit atsumu playfully and laugh at whatever he said. did you realize replace your best friend that easily, he thinks to himself. 

“kuroo,” bokuto says to him, causing kuroo to jump suddenly. 

“when did you get here?” he snaps at bokuto. kuroo knows bokuto doesn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of his bitterness, but he feels like he’s no longer in control of his emotions. the last time he felt this way was when kenma accused him of having a crush on you, and the possibility of ruining your friendship scared him so much that he promised to try and get rid of his feelings. 

“what did i do?” bokuto frowns as he plops down on the grass next to kuroo. kuroo turns his attention back to the quidditch pitch. you and atsumu are currently flying around. it appears that atsumu and you are racing around in circles, and it seems like you’re both flying as fast as you can to beat the other. 

“sorry,” kuroo finally mutters. after a pause, he adds “when did those two get so close?” once again he can’t control the bitterness in his voice. 

“are you worried because y/n’s a pretty decent player?” bokuto asks him, ignoring the question his best friend asked him. just when he asks that you pull ahead of atsumu and shoot off a few yards away before coming to stop. atsumu is an incredibly talented chaser. everyone knows that. however, kuroo knows you’re a ridiculously fast and agile flyer. 

when kuroo doesn’t answer his best friend, bokuto continues trying to get to the root of his and your conflict. “are you jealous because atsumu might like y/n?” 

bokuto’s words finally grab kuroo’s attention. now staring at bokuto incredulously, kuroo says, “why would i be jealous?” 

“because you like y/n.” the words roll off of bokuto’s tongue as if he was merely stating a fact. he might as well said ‘because the sky is a reflection of major bodies of water, like the ocean because of the reflection of light,’ kuroo thinks to himself. 

“no i don’t,” kuroo states. but there’s less confidence in his voice. that, alongside that kuroo looks away from bokuto once again so he can’t see the look on his face, tells bokuto all he needs to know. that his suspicions that kuroo likes you are true. bokuto knows you like kuroo too, because you confirmed it to him one summer night when you were over at his house and you were drinking fire whiskey on his roof. of course you don’t remember this seen as you were completely plastered after almost two sips. 

bokuto doesn’t respond quickly, and so kuroo turns his head again to make sure his best friend heard him. however, bokuto is just grinning right back at him. “leave this to me,” bokuto points to himself and gets up. he practically runs back to the castle leaving kuroo to continue spying on you from a distance under the tree. 

the following days are quite the same. you and kuroo avoid each other in classes, no longer walk around the castle together, or bother each other at random points in the day to tell each other who-know-what or bring each other to who-knows-where. in the afternoons when you don’t have team quidditich practice, atsumu drags you out to the pitch and you two practice one-on-one until one of you runs out of stamina. kuroo spends his day mopping, but no one really notices besides his close friends kenma, bokuto, and akaashi. he still runs his own house’s quidditch practices as usual, manages to finish his school assignments in a timely manner, and manages to come across as his cool and charismatic self. it’s just that while he’s putting on his facade, he is constantly fighting several battles with himself. he’s been losing weight from his lack of appetite, he can’t fall asleep at night, and he struggles to find the motivation to get out of bed in the morning. 

of course kuroo’s consumed by guilt. he hurt you and he regrets that. he wishes he had a time turner so he could go back tot that conversation in the hallway with you and hit himself in the head before he expressed any doubt in who you are. however, kuroo is also consumed with rage? uneasiness? insecurity? he knows that you’re an amazing flyer, so you’ve definitely got a chance to beat kageyama to the snitch. or at the very least serve as great enough competition to make the upcoming game something to work intensely for. but you don’t love quidditch, at least not like he or bokuto do. so why are you spending so much time practicing with that piss haired sixth year? and why are you enjoying it so much? if he ever comes close to walking over to the gryffindor table in the great hall, the several memories he has of you and atsumu on the quidditch pitch stop him, reminding him instantly that you’ve replaced him. 

which bokuto has caught onto. see you and kuroo don’t give bokuto enough credit for his social skills. sure he make lack self-awareness when it comes to his own life. heck, he didn’t even realize he had a long-term crush himself until this year. however, bokuto has spent plenty of much time with you two, both together and individually, over the years to understand why you’re both acting the way you are. he doesn’t necessarily have a plan to get his two best friends to rekindle their own friendship, but his heart is in the right place. 

“kuroo is really sorry about what he said to you. he doesn’t mean it,” -bokuto to you

“why doesn’t he tell me that himself?” -you to bokuto

“if you apologize to y/n they’ll forgive you, and then you don’t have to worry about atsumu replacing you,” -bokuto to kuroo

“no one that ugly could replace me,” -kuroo to bokuto

it isn’t until the day before the match when bokuto corners you after herbology and says, “kuroo is just upset because he doesn’t want you to start dating atsumu.” you stop dead in your tracks, because what did bokuto just say... kuroo is upset because he thinks you like atsumu, or maybe he thinks atsumu likes you, or is it that he thinks you like each other? 

“why would he think that?” you ask bokuto, grabbing him by the collar. his owlish eyes grow bigger, but your grip on his clothing only become stronger. “why?” you repeat loudly. 

“because he’s jealous and doesn’t want to be replaced,” bokuto blurts at you as if he’s being held at gunpoint. you abruptly let go of his shirt causing him to stumble back. 

a million thoughts race through your head as bokuto ushers you to take a seat on one of the benches in the greenhouse. after what feels like forever for bokuto you reply, “but that doesn’t make sense, because kuroo is my friend. why would dating atsumu bother him that much?”

“because you mean as much to him as he means to you,” bokuto tells you. 

whoa. “whoa,” you say to bokuto. “did you come up with that yourself?” 

“no i got it from this shoujo manga my tutor leant me,” bokuto smiles. “but that’s all i’m gonna say, so i’ll get going. good luck tomorrow y/n,” and with that bokuto leaves you alone with your thoughts in the greenhouse. 

was bokuto implying that kuroo has romantic feelings for you? does he? do you want him to? you’ve spent so much time trying to get rid of your crush that you didn’t even bother to consider the what if of him liking you back. you remain in the greenhouse for several hours thinking and thinking, and when you’re finally exhausted you drag your feet towards gryffindor tower, staring at the floor, and feeling the intensity of bokuto’s words. perhaps had this situation involved someone else you would have went to kuroo for advice, but that in itself adds a different layer of confusion.

you don’t see kuroo and akaashi walking down the same corridor, but they instantly spot you. to the two of them you look as if you’re in some sort of trance, like someone bewitched you and now you’re moving solely on autopilot. kuroo sees you alone, and it’s the night before the ravenclaw versus gryffindor match, so if he plans on apologizing now is probably his best opportunity. he tells akaashi he’ll see him later and walks over to you. only for you to bump into him because you didn’t notice him approaching you. 

having not looked at your kuroo in weeks you had forgotten how beautiful he was. looking at him now in the dimly lit corridor you feel the need to cry because you’ve missed your best friend, and here he is standing in front of you looking at you with sadness in his eyes. 

“y/n,” kuroo mutters. he’s shaking and nervous, because what if bokuto was wrong and you do hate him. heck he might be the last person you want to see tonight out of all nights. kuroo feels scared talking to you here. “i’m so sorry.” 

you don’t reply instantly, which is fair because you both haven’t talked to each other in so long, and had no idea he’d be here talking to you now. kuroo in his anxious state starts rambling about how stupid he was to say those words to you and how much he regrets hurting you, and you hear it. you listen to all of it, despite your dazed state. 

“tetsuro i forgive you,” you cut him off. your voice tells you that you’re crying, but you hadn’t even realized. “i’m sorry too,” you choke out. 

“no y/n it’s my fault. your friendship means the world to me, and i treated you like it didn’t. i just don’t want to lose you,” kuroo holds you face in the palm on his hands, periodically using his fingers to wipe away your tears. 

the warmth from his hands on your face, the way he’s staring into your eyes with fear and vulnerability, the proximity of your faces, the intensity of how much you missed each other over these last few days. the combination of these things are what motivate you to lean in and kiss kuroo. 

you’ve dreamed of kissing kuroo more times than you could count, but nothing compares to the real thing. his lips are so soft, and the urgency is electrifying when he finally kisses you back. if kissing kuroo was a place you’d stay there forever, feeling safe and secure in him. but eventually your mind catches up with your heart and the gravity of the situation dawns on you. you’re kissing your long term best friend and long term crush, and he’s kissing you back. you’re overjoyed, but also skeptic. what if he’s just pitying you because he’s afraid of ruining your friendship anymore, you can’t help but wonder. 

that part of your brain wins and you break off the kiss almost as quickly as you started it. “i’ve gotta go,” you tell kuroo with wide eyes and panic in your voice. you don’t miss the bewilderment in his own expression, or how he reaches up to touch his own lips, before you practically sprint down the hallway towards gryffindor tower. 

it goes without saying that you struggle to fall asleep that night. on top of the panic of representing your house tomorrow, you just kissed kuroo. the next morning you barely make it to the great hall without throwing up. many hufflepuffs and gryffindors wish you good luck throughout the morning, including bokuto who is sporting a gryffindor scarf but ravenclaw tie, which you know he definitely stole from akaashi. when you see kuroo making his was to you in the great hall, you abandon your cereal and dash towards the changing rooms to avoid him. 

atsumu gives a pep talk to the team once everyone is changed and ready, but you’re only half paying attention because you’re too busy trying not to puke. your body moves as if someone is controlling you, and before you know it you’re on the pitch with the rest of your team facing the ravenclaw team. madam hooch says something about a clean game, and it’s the only moment you spare a glance at kuroo because you know he’s paying attention for his team as captain. however, when you do look at him he’s looking right back at you with an expression you can’t quite read. kuroo apparently has his mind in several places because when the whistle blows he’s immediately in the air. a little taken back by the speed of everyone’s take off you shake your head and kick off from the ground yourself, soaring above everyone else including kageyama in hopes of finding the snitch. 

the game progresses below you. at first, you focus on looking for the snitch hoping to catch a glimpse of the golden ball even if from the corner of your eye, but after what feels like several minutes you can’t help but toon into tanaka ryuunosuke’s commentary. 

“another clean score by miya atsumu bringing the score to 90-10 with the gryffindor in the lead. slytherin keeper, tsukishima kei throws the quaffle to his captain kuroo testsuro who dashes to the gryffindor rings. he passes to sakusa ki-- oh he’s hit by a bludger sent by fukanaga shohei. goshiki tsutomu picks up the quaffle, gryffindor back in position. he throws it to miya osamu, oooh to be intercepted by sakusa kiyoomi himself, he passes to inuoka so, who passes to kuroo testsuro who shoots andddd a wonderful save by gryffindor keeper, sawamura daichi yet again. is daichi on fire or does tsuki just have his head in the clouds? ...sorry professor... miya atsumu has possession yet again, and he passes to his twin who manages to miss a bludger sent by sugawara koushi. a great attempt on suga’s part though. miya osamu manages to carrying the quaffle all the way down to slytherin’s end, and he shoots and he SCORES! gryffindor maintains their lead, now 100-10, what a game.” 

100-10 is a crazy lead, you think. atsumu wants this win badly, but you’re sure that ravenclaw does too. maybe they’re just off their rhythm you shrug. perhaps not all of ravenclaw, because right then kageyama dashes full speed towards the gryffindor stands. realizing where you are and what is expected of you, you dash off right behind him. 

you vaguely make out tanaka’s commentary, only catches of your name, kageyama’s name, tsukishima’s name, and the word ‘snitch.’ it’s when kageyama takes a sharp right that you finally spot the golden ball, and now that you’ve seen it with your own eyes you push your broomstick to go as fast as it can. you’re neck to neck with kageyama when the snitch manages to fit itself into a small opening at the bottom of the stands, and in order to get to it before it reaches the other side you and kageyama dash up and over the stands, crowd cheering and booing below you as you race to the other side, but by the time you get there it seems that both you and kageyama have lost sight of the snitch. 

frustrated you look all around you, your eyes meeting kageyama’s briefly, and he’s almost gawking at you. “you’re very agile... and fast,” kageyama tells you. 

“thanks. you too,” you tell him almost breathless. you didn’t realize you were panting. 

you both fly up above the hoops once again, and on your way up you listen in to what’s going on in the game. “tsukishima get your head out of the clouds, what’s gotten into you?! i’ve got 10 gallons ridding on a ravenclaw win and-- sorry professor but i’m about to be in debt... sorry professor... wait-- sakusa managed to make it to gryffindor hoops, he passes to kuroo, who shoots and he SCORES! that’s 140-30, gryffindor! and daichi passes the quaffle to atsumu who once again rushes off at what looks like the speed of light, sakusa barely on his tail. sakusa is hit by a bludger, kuroo who was trying to intercept the pass from atsumu to osamu is hit by a bludger, what are suga and shirabu onnnn. osamu passes to goshiki and he SCORES! 150-30, gryffindor. it really isn’t anyone’s game, unless ravenclaw seeker, kageyama tobio does something, and does something quickly. which can you kageyama, i’m literally already so broke.”

the game goes on and on, 160-30, 160-40, 180-40, 200-40, and then right in front of you, snapping you from your daze is the snitch floating inches away from your face. you reach out to grab it, but it moves away from you. you dash forward, but quickly jerk your broom still when kageyama bolts in front of you capturing the snitch in mere seconds. 

you hear from below, “kageyama tobio has caught the golden snitch! but gryffindor wins, 200-190! what a game!” 

you should feel ecstatic, gryffindor won. yet you descend to the ground on your broom stick as if someone else is controlling you once again. you’re slightly disappointed that you failed at the only job you had, but you’re also relieved the game is over. 

on the ground the gryffindor team is running wild. atsumu and osamu are screaming, fukanaga and yamamoto are chasing goshiki around, and daichi is beaming madly at slytherin’s beater, suga. there’s chaos from the ravenclaws too, however, it’s mostly various voices going ‘we were so close.’

“you really gave kageyama a run for his money,” a voice says fro behind you. you turn around to see your best friend staring at you. his hair is all messed up from the wind and flying, his face flushed red, skin shiny from the cast of sweat, and a shy smile decorating his face. 

“thanks,” you exhale. “you did well too, i heard most of the ravenclaw goals were you and sakusa.”

“they’re always me and sakusa. inuoka is sweet, but he takes too many bludgers for us,” kuroo laughs. you both stand there for a moment, looking at each other, not paying attention to your surroundings. for you all there is right now is kuroo, and you can’t help wondering if it’s all you just for him, too. “listen, y/n, about last night--”

“i’m really sorry,” you cut him off. “i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. i shouldn’t have kissed you like that with no warning.” you want to look away, but kuroo moves closer, his gaze looking down at you.

“i wasn’t uncomfortable,” he uses his empty hand that’s not gripping his broomstick to hold your face. he caresses your cheek with his thumb as he says, “i really enjoyed that kiss. if anything it’s giving me the courage to tell you that i like you right now. and y/n i like you so much, more than friends, and way more than my heart can handle.”

you’re stunned. after all these years of knowing kuroo, of pinning after him, of wishing for this moment, you cannot believe he’s confessing to you. “damn,” you try to hide your blush with a wide grin, “i wanted to confess to you.”

“hmm,” kuroo hums absent-mindedly. he’s looking at you with such admiration and happiness, it makes you feel all soft and warm. 

“tetsuro, can i kiss you?”

“you didn’t ask last night,” he smirks. 

“you know we totally could have had the best enemies-to-lover banter if you weren’t such a dick before last night,” you roll your eyes, grinning widely at him. 

“i like us just the way we are,” he tells you before pulling you in for a kiss. 

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#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kuroo testuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo scenarios #kuroo fluff

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No One Like You — Hunter x gn! reader

Summery: Reader comes to admit their feelings to themself. Then Hunter goes to reader's house for comfort after finding out some damned truths.

tw: Spoilers for season 2 episode 16. Breakdowns.

wc: 1.3k

Chapter Eleven

Master List | Chapter One

I was able to keep in contact with Hunter better now that he had a Penstagram. His typing…was still slow…and he made a lot of mistakes, but I didn’t mind. He even sent me pictures of him with his palismen. Well less of him, and more just his palismen but whatever. 

Communication with him still wasn’t perfect. He could go for a few days before responding, but I knew he was busy, being a coven guard and all. 

I sat in the living room of my house, on a crow call with Iris. Momma was off at work, and mom was baking a krying cake. 

“So,” Iris trailed off. “What ever happened to that Hunter guy?”

You see, I’ve been so busy with Hunter and Luz and that group of friends, I haven’t hung out with Iris or Damek much since…well since Luz joined Hexside. Which I felt bad about, but my life has been so hectic with everything I didn’t have much time. I talked with them yesterday and they mentioned that they didn’t mind, and that we all need to hang out again soon and go over things that happened to us. But Iris wanted some details now apparently. 

“Oh,” I replied, not expecting that question. “Hahaha, about that…we got pretty close. Also turns out he’s the Golden Guard and he’s caused some problems, but against the odds we’re still friends.”

“Oooo!” Iris exclaimed. “Frienemies to lovers who?”

“H-hold on!” I exclaimed back, feeling myself fluster. “Where did the lovers part come in?”

“Don’t think I didn’t see Willow’s Penstagram post,” She huffed. “You two were awfully close…physically and apparently emotionally too.”

“I-wha!” I stuttered, trying to come up with an explanation. “We were all close in that photo!”

“With the matching face paint?” Iris said, her voice deadpan. “Aaaaaand Damek told me he saw you kiss Hunter's cheek at the club fair…”

“Oh Titan,” I groaned, sprawling on the couch. “I-it was a friendly gesture! F…friends do that…totally.” 

“Then why haven’t you kissed me on the cheek?” Iris asked, and I could just picture the smug smile on her face. 

“Your…I…I don’t know,” I deflated.

“You are down horrendous and you don’t even know,” She said with a slight laugh. 

“Shut up, I am not,” I defended. But…thinking back on how much I care for Hunter, and how happy he made me feel. And how I actually haven’t felt this way towards anyone else before…Iris is right. I felt so comfortable with Hunter and…all the intimate moments we shared. “Okay maybe I am.”

Iris laughed, “That’s so sweet!!”

“He, uh, he made a Penstagram account,” I started. “So now we can check up on each other when we can’t meet in person. One time we didn’t see each other for a month straight…”

“And it gets cuter!” Iris squealed. “You need to confess already!” 

“Why me?” I asked. “I don’t think I could do that.”

“Well I don’t know Hunter that well,” Iris started. “But he doesn’t seem the type to have the confidence for that.”

“And I seem like the type?” I questioned incredulously. 

“Well I didn’t think you’d be bold enough to kiss someone either sooo,” Iris replied simply.

“It was only on the cheek!” I exclaimed. “And…I don’t know, it just felt right at that moment.”

Suddenly I heard a rapid knock at the front door. I looked out the window and I noticed it was really dark out.

“I don’t mean to cut this short,” I pipped up as Mama went to answer the door. “But it's getting late, let's talk again soon, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Iris agreed. “Have a nice night.”

“You too,” I replied before hanging up.

Sitting up on the couch, I went to stand up, only to see Momma leading a disheveled Hunter into the room. I perked up as she sat him on the couch and rushed into the kitchen. Hunter was hyperventilating, his eyes puffy from crying. I felt my heart sink as I knew something was very wrong.

“He knows,” Hunter wailed, putting his head in his hands. “He knows, and I know, and he knows that I know.” 

Having no context to the situation, I didn’t know what to say. I scooted closer to him and grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around him. Momma quickly rushed back in with a cup of tea, I took it from her with a shaky smile and set it on the koffee table. Momma looked at me with concern and I shrugged. She nodded before walking away hesitantly.

“Hunter,” I softly spoke, hoping to not alarm him. He only grabbed fistfuls of his hair. Grabbing his hands, I tried to get him to clutch to me instead, to get his attention in some way. “Hunter, look at me.”

Slowly, his tear soaked gaze met my concerned one, “I want you to take deep breaths with me, okay sweetheart?” He clutched my hands a little stronger and I took that as a sign of him agreeing. I took in a deep breath, keeping my eyes glued to Hunter’s, “In, two, three, four.” Breathing out I continued, “Out, two, three, four.” I continued this until Hunter’s breathing finally calmed down. I brushed my thumb against his fingers, waiting to see if he would say something first. And surprisingly he did.

“B-belos…” Hunter stuttered, looking to the side in fear. “He…I…Luz and I were transported into Belos’ mind. I-I was just trying to stop this group from performing the spell, but Luz got in the way and poof!” Hunter laughed slightly hysterically. “And-and there was this monster, and we had to hide, but we had to go through his memories. I felt awful, but then we found out about how he was planning something. And…” Hunter brought our intertwined hands to his face. “(Y/n) I’m…I’m a Grimwalker, I’m…I don’t know. I’m not the first, I’m just a clone.”

My eyes widened at the revelation. It didn’t change my thoughts of Hunter, I don’t know why it would, but it seemed to devastate Hunter. I couldn’t imagine what it felt like to find out you were a clone, grimwalker as he said. An artificial witch.

“Hey,” I said, gaining his attention. “You’re still you. You’re Hunter, my friend. And a player of the Emerald Entrails. A dork who likes history books and is slow with technology.”

Looking to the side, he whispered, “It’s not just that. The day of Unity…it’s…he’s planning on wiping out witch kind.”

I felt dread overtake me at that. Fear started to creep up through my veins but I tried to stay strong. 

“And he saw us,” Hunter continued. “He saw me, he…I can’t go back. He’s going to come after me.”

Releasing his hands, I rested my hands on his cheeks instead, pulling his face close to mine, “You can stay here. He’ll get you over my dead body.” Hunter shook his head vehemently, closing his eyes tight causing tears to trickle down, “No! I won’t put you in danger because of me.”

Wiping the tears with my thumbs, I cooed out, “Hunter he won’t find you here. He doesn’t know you’re friends with me. And besides, you really think I’m going to let you walk away now?”

Hunter held me in a bone crushing hug, nuzzling his face into the side of my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him closer if that was even possible. I rubbed his back, my nails slightly scratching against the fabric of his clothes. 

The sound of the front door opening alerted us and Hunter visibly tense. Mom came into the living room, the sounds of bags rustling as she set them down by us. 

“Hey sweetie,” Mom said softly. “Momma called and told me the situation, so I stopped at the night market on my way home and bought some clothes.” 

Love overwhelmed me at how caring my moms were and I smiled, “Thanks mom, it means a lot.”

“Of course,” She nodded. “But you kids should head to bed soon, it’s really late.”

“Okay,” I nodded. Mom patted my head before walking off. “C’mon Hunter, you should change and let's head to bed.”

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#toh #the owl house #toh hunter #hunter toh #the golden guard #golden guard #x reader #toh hunter x reader #hunter toh x reader #the golden guard x reader #golden guard x reader

[meteorstricken]

Hi for the writer goals ask 🛏️🌈💥 if you don’t mind. Have a lovely day

Thanks for the ask, and you too!

🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?

When I look at my list of fic ideas, I'm seeing a lot of potential for "frienemies" and a few different plays on reincarnation. As always, I'm rarely happy unless I'm dabbling in something to do with manifestations of the divine, but I do need to branch out a bit. The world can't end every time, tempting though that might be. A world radically changed, on the other hand--that's a tasty challenge...

🌈 What research do you plan on doing for your writing?

I want to do a real deep dive on mythology and assorted philosophy. I have some decent psychology chops due to...unfortunate personal reasons...and I have a tendency to lean on that quite a bit, but my writing could be much richer if I did a little more reading in those areas where I only have a surface knowledge. (The challenge I face with anything philosophical, however, is that as I start analyzing, arguing with, and dissecting what I'm reading, I can grow...very pissy.)

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

It's on hiatus because of DLC that's soon to drop, but I really, really want to pick Mythos Risen (FFXVI) back up. It lives rent free in my head.

A scene I'm eager to write is one where a Circle of Malius cult OC I've created zeroes in on Clive's people-pleasing tendencies as a form of hypocrisy and tears into him over the lies (?) he tells himself about what exactly it means to be "free", or if such a thing even exists. It's still rough, but I'll post a snippet of it below the cut for anyone interested...

"You have deceived yourself. We are, each of us, but vessels to be filled. If not by the Lord's will, then surely those of others. The inexorable desire to please friends, family, and so many other unnamed masters--to fulfill expectations--it blinds and binds us. We are always fulfilling someone's purpose, though we might think it noble and liberating if we call it 'duty'

You, who would face the Almighty and demand answers, have you truly faced yourself? Have you measured what remains when the veil of others' ideas and expectations of you is lifted? Do you find peace in your self-appointed purpose, truly free at last...or are you emptied out, stripped bare, and wholly left wanting for one?

Consider once more the nature of Truth Itself, for it is like unto the will of the Almighty, unbending to our personal discomforts against it. So feeble we are to shape the nature of what is, Truth's denial of our choice in the matter strips away the lie of our wills, showing them for the works of irreverent fancy they are.

Yet is it not considered wise and righteous to embrace this cruel and immovable thing--to be lovers of Truth? And so we must also embrace he who is able to command the substance of creation and of ourselves to his bidding.

Fall on your knees, Mythos. Accept the Truth."

#fic related mischief #fierce-little-miana #Mythos Risen

[impromptu-sketches]

Can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite BL manga/manhwa/manhua that you've finished? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Thanks for the question!

I have so many I love, but here's my current top 10 -completed- in no particular order (no spoilers)

Hyperventilation | so short but so cute, idk why but it captured my heart. I love when a lot of emotion is captured in a short amount of story time ♡ I also love time skips/reencounters

December Rain | I absolutely LOVE these boys!!! I just loved the them doing their best, traveling together, being awkward young adults, being vulnerable with each other (warning: sad)

Sign | I laughed SO HARD the first 10 chapters of Sign!! I was kind of blown away. Stayed for the cute wholesome couple ;)

Dark Heaven | Dark, indeed but damn I love this couple!! They are so ride or die, I loved the childhood flashbacks, and I just loved them being there for each other through it all ♡ also I love switches ~

Incorrigible | (short spin-off of the manhwa Out of Control) I love the art, I love the characters, I love the character redemption. Cute story!

Path to You | SO WHOLESOME, SO CUTE, SO SWEET!! I re-read this one recently and it was just so good! I love this author!

Blood Bank | Shell Overlord had my whole heart from the start, he was so cute!! I enjoyed the fantasy world, the characters, the power dynamics of it all, the reveals, and the ending was amazing!! Bdsm vampire romance with a great plot!

A Man of Virtue | Another hilarious story, had me laughing throughout! I loved their frienemies/fwb office rivals dynamic and it was so freaking hot too.

Home Alone Together | Very emotional and cathartic. I loved the story. I re-read this during an emotional time and it keeps my crying but in a good way ♡

Unintentional Love Story | I usually don't like the 'started the relationship with a lie and is scared to tell them the truth now because it's been so long' trope, but this was well done. I loved the two main characters, I loved the side characters! Big fan of this author's other works too!

Extras!!

11. Oh! My Assistant | I just re-read this one! So funny, so cute!! Misunderstandings trope done right, in my opinion because it doesn't go on for too long. Love the tension and how they both immediately crush on each other ♡ I also love the silent uke x puppy seme type of couple

12. The Unquenchable Mr. Kim | Had to give it a second try and get past 5 chapters or so but wow was it worth it! Great story, I love them sm ♡

13. Window to Window | Funny, cute, hot, ~best friends to fwb to lovers~ ♡ what more could you want?

[sunsetrcse]

Hi May i ask what you use to ship in this fandom? Or what you crave to ship... if that's okay to ask while i'm on Anon, I thought asking now would be a god way..to let you gush about anything IF you wanted too.

Oh of course!! Thank you for asking! I'll slide it under a cut so it doesn't clog the dash.

In the Sonic fandom specifically, I was very much a dirty Sonadow Diehard. I say this but I wasn't like. Fistfighting people over other ships LMAO. Sonadow was just my favorite for a number of reasons. Enemies to frienemies to lovers who are still enemies is sucha fun dynamic lemme tell yah. It could be played so many ways for both sonic and shadow, and it was always fun seeing different people's spins on the ship, ooc or not lol.

I also LOVE Tails and Cosmo from Sonic X. The whole tragic first love thing was so sweet and painful oh my GOD. Shit was WILD.

Also I do actually like Sonamy!! I didn't like Amy at first because back in Sonic X it always rubbed me weird that she was so clingy to sonic in the way of like...ignoring boundaries?? At least that was just my interpretation. When sonic wasnt involved Amy was really cool when i looked back on it! Like shes a girly girl that can kick your ass, how sick is that?? But in later stuff, I find myself like the idea a lot more. Speaking of Amy, I do remember briefly seeing Amy and Blaze shipped together, which was an interesting thought when I look at their personalities!

I also dig Rouge and Knuckles, or Knuckles and Sonic. I alos love poly ships, those are bundles of fun when done correctly. I'm sure there are others but those are the main ones I think about. As for the type of stuff that I want- hmm.

Frankly I'd love to see Rose shipped with 'grumpier'/darker/villain characters (i.e Shadow, Surge, Scourge, etc) because i like the Positive x Negative/Opposties attract trope.

Or something with other outgoing characters (i.e Rouge, Sonic, Amy, Silver, etc) because of the silly goofy adventures and other stuff.

For example, Rose and Sonic occasionally sharing the "I must RUN" braincell and racing at random, all while teasing each other back and fourth and making bets that the loser has to do whatever the winner wants. Naps in the sun and having video games and junk food date nights. does that make sense?? lmao.

Or wtih charaters like shadow, its a bit more of a challenging experience where everything is clearly not gonna always be sunshine and rainbows. its a lot of overcoming trauma and misunderstandings and working to build up the trust to be vulnerable. but once that trust exists, they become quite protective of each other and would rather eat glass than lose that safe space.

ANYWHO i think i've RAMBLED more than enough. Thank you for giving me this silly little opportunity to share my thoughts!!

#ooc #my god you've unleashed a beast why is this so LONG #im so sorry omg #tldr; i like CanonxCanon ships and have a lot of thoughts about CanonxOC ships involving my oc because i think about this shit daily. #anonymous

[juniperhillpatient]

i still haven’t decided who would be paula in the crazy ex au that I’ll never write but I’ve come up with a greg hear me out

here’s everyone so far: rebecca is azula. this is the one that started the au & it is also the only one I feel strongly about. I will truly die on my rebecca bunch-azula parallels hill. katara is audra levine. except instead of going from frienemies to friends & almost kissing in vegas they go from fienemies to lovers & actually kiss <3 this one is mainly just because audra lives a parallel life to rebecca like katara does to azula but idk about the actual fittingness. ty lee is valencia. this one requires no explanation, it’s almost too perfect. mai is heather. also requires no explanation. obviously ursa is naomi

i know this is boring maybe but chan is josh. he represents the idealized conventionally attractive everyman our hero fixates on. it just works to me.

now the new one. sokka is greg. i realize they’re different in many ways but also. i was watching last night & it just hit me that greg gives sokka vibes sometimes & I could see azula initially just using sokka / not thinking much of him but because he’s nice to her when no one else is & keeps giving her chances & has a certain charm they start sleeping together & she gradually catches feelings against her initial better judgement & they have fun together. how this works with katara as audra idk but adjustments could be made to make it work I’m sure idk

#sokkla #azutara #Chanzula #first time ever using that last one 😂 #I’m not even a big Sokkla shipper but come ON you guys Sokka just works as greg #crazy ex au #making that a tag #even though I won’t ever write it cause too many aspects don’t work #but I’m re watching crazy ex lately and Rebecca/azula parallels live rent free in my head #that means the others get crazy ex assigned kins too now #shit posting

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OC × Canon Week Writing Drabble

I have no idea if I'm going to do anything else for this event. However I figured I already had something drafted related to the topic, so I might as well post it!

Featured Pairing: Wayward Hamilton Davis (OC) × Wilson Percival Higgsbury (Don't Starve)

Rating: PG13 (Minor mentions of violence and the possibility of death, minor depictions of discomfort due to pain, mentions suggestive content most of which occured offscreen)

Tropes: Strangers to Frienemies to Lovers, Age Difference (Way is 28 years old and Wilson's believed to be in his 40's by the fandom), Only One Bed (if you squint)

Background: Wayward and Wilson have been surviving in the Constant together (since day 1 for Way and day 3 for Wilson). They've been working together for months by this point. Their story begins during the events of the Don't Starve game, and eventually continue on into the story of Don't Starve Together. Though that's not super relevant for this oneshot.

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Warm morning light slipped through the entrance of the tent, settling on Wayward's face and rousing him from his slumber. As he moved to sit in an upright position, something stirred beside him. Way glanced over to see the sleeping form of his companion turning over in the makeshift bed, snuggling back down once set in a more comfortable position. Way let out a quiet chuckle, carefully slipping away from Wilson's side out into the cold air, away from the warmth his body and the blanket had provided. Way used the light that seeped in to navigate in the tiny space and locate his clothes, dressing once he found each garment in turn. Only when he was fully dressed did he dare leave the safety of the tent. 

The sun shone brightly above his head, the day welcoming him as he made his way towards the fire-pit. The last embers of the night's fire still sparked in the charred remains of the logs and pine cones nestled within the stones. The flames had loyally kept themselves lit through the darkness, even while nobody stood to guard them. It would seem Wayward and Wilson had gotten lucky last night, in more ways than one. A proud smile spread across Way's face as he recalled the main event of the evening. The time they had spent together seemed to have put the young man back into a good mindset, and left him feeling more refreshed than he had since before entering The Constant.

While still under the influence of his euphoria, Way decided to be generous this morning and make something to eat for both himself and Wilson. He made his way over to the ice box which sat only a few more feet away, digging through its contents to find the ingredients for the meal. They were beginning to run low on their food store; today the two of them would have to go out and scavenge for more. Way made a mental note to run the plan by Wilson once he awoke. With items in hand, Way walked over to the crock pot, placing his supply inside. He replaced the lid on top, bending down to set a fire beneath the metal container in the leftover kindling from the afternoon prior. With everything set, the only thing left to do was wait. Shouldn't be too long, he told himself, lifting his arms into the air for a stretch. 

Wayward leaned back and forth on his heels in a motion of boredom, glancing around the campsite in search of something to hold his attention. He grinned with excitement as he noticed the mouth of the tent being pulled back. A moment later Wilson came limping out, hunched over slightly as he made his way to stand beside Way. He turned his head to look at the younger man, a tired smile tugging at the corners of his lips. A warm expression was set on his face, though his eyes revealed him to be suffering some discomfort. This only made Wayward grin more as he watched his partner hobble over to a log by the fire-pit and seat himself upon it awkwardly. His behind hung off the edge partially and legs spread to help keep balance. A small hiss escaped his lips as he adjusted himself to be seated more comfortably. Way tried to hold himself back from teasing Wilson for his posture, taking a few paces towards him with arms folded over his chest. He paused a moment to take in the features of his partner, his composure quickly lost. 

“Sleep well, Wilson?” He asked, amusement laced in his tone.“You seem to be walking a bit crooked this morning. Wonder why that is?”

A light blush spread across the older man's face. “You know very well why that is,” he mumbled. 

“Do I?” Way wondered, tapping a finger against his chin. He had to hold back the chuckle that threatened to rise from his throat; though he couldn't resist the urge to adjust his groin so that he was more comfortable. Wilson watched, becoming more flustered in the process. Way burst out laughing. 

“Hush!” Wilson snapped, turning his face away with embarrassment. “You're doing that on purpose, aren’t you!?”

“Aw, why are you looking away, Wilson? You could hardly resist last night,” Way teased. “If it weren't for you I don't think I'd have to adjust myself so much. So honestly this is your fault.”

“I- well...nothing would have happened if you hadn't ki..kissed me the way you did….” Wilson trailed off, failing to properly defend himself. He covered his face with his hands, letting out a soft groan. Wayward shook his head, grinning as he turned to scoop up the meatballs he had been cooking with a ladle, putting them in a set of bowls. He carried each over with him to the log, taking a seat. He gave Wilson a nudge to get his attention, handing him his share once he finally lowered his hands from his face. Wilson avoided Way's gaze as he ate his breakfast, head lowered, and brow furrowed. The man looked to be in deep thought, and Way wondered if he was thinking over the night's events, or about something else entirely. Curious, he decided to inspect. 

“Wilsooon,” he whined. “What's got your thoughts so focused, hm?” 

Wilson shot Way a slight glance before averting his gaze once more. 

“Stuff.” He answered curtly, taking another bite from from his meal. “Personal things.” 

“Such as...?”

Wilson rolled his eyes. “The situation we're in. What the future may hold….Us.”

Us, Wayward's mind echoed. He always enjoyed the sound of that. But what about them was Wilson thinking about? Their relationship? Was this even considered a relationship now? They had only slept together once after all, not confessed feelings or anything of the sort. Way felt his cheeks warm at the thought. He turned his head away, not wanting the other to catch a glimpse of his red, flustered face. Perhaps it was time he started thinking more about the way he saw Wilson. He was certainly more than a friend at this point. They had been through a lot together since Way had entered The Constant. Yet the status of their relationship seemed shaky. At times, Wilson could hardly stand Way. Others, he awkwardly fumbled his way into getting closer to him. Maybe I should ask? Wayward thought, peeking at the other man out of the corner of his eye. Seeing the expression on Wilson's face, however, turned him off to the idea. Instead, when the moment was right, Way scooted himself closer on the log. Wilson placed his bowl on the ground, giving his attention, reluctantly, to the younger man. His face for a few moments was unreadable, as Wayward turned to meet his gaze fully. He looks uncomfortable, Way noticed, wondering if it was because of the awkward silence that'd settled between them, or the ache that Wilson clearly felt in his rear. After a few more moments of unspoken words, Wilson turned away again, if only long enough to finish eating. Wayward waited and watched as Wilson consumed the last of his meatballs before deciding finally to pester him.

“So,” he started, “I couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable you are.” 

“Marvelous observation as always, author,” Wilson deadpanned back. 

Wayward grinned, mischief dancing in his tone as he quipped; “I guess you could say I'm more of a pain in your ass than usual.”

Wilson flinched at the vulgar remark. Then he hid his face away behind his trembling, flustered hands again. Wayward in turn leaned himself up against Wilson's shoulder. He nudged a little, trying to gain some response from the other man. Instead, all he got was tense silence. Way leaned harder against Wilson's shoulder, resting the side of his head against his. After another moment he lifted his head slightly, lips hovering close to Wilson's ear.

“If you want, I could kiss it better,” he offered seductively, voice hardly above a whisper. This gained an immediate reaction from the other man. Wilson whipped his head around to meet Wayward's lustful gaze. The two locked eyes for a moment, faces drawing nearer until meeting at long last with lips pressing tenderly again one another's. The two pulled each other into a passionate embrace as they kissed, only parting when the need for air became overwhelming. A bead of saliva hung between them as they pulled back. Way felt Wilson's hot breath against his face as he panted softly, making him want to pull the other in for another round. Wilson slowly lowered his gaze from the young man's face, showing that he had other thoughts in mind. Way flashed a playful smirk, bringing a hand up to rest on Wilson's cheek. Wilson's eyes returned to meet Wayward's once more. As the pair leaned in to begin another hot make out session, a sharp howl pierced through the air. Their heads whipped in the direction of the sound simultaneously. 

“Hounds.” Wilson gritted his teeth as he jumped to his feet. 

“Of-fucking-course,” Way growled, following his partner into the tent to fetch their weapons. “Just when things were about to get good.”

“I'll try and make it up to you later…” Wilson promised, handing Way an axe as he picked up his spear. “If we survive. The hounds sound as if they're heading right for our base.”

“We need to lead them away.”

“There may not be any time."

“Even just a few feet would suffice,” Wayward assured. “Enough to keep them from wrecking the place. Once we've got the hound's attention we can flee somewhere further off. Then we'll take them down.”

“It sounds risky,” Wilson fretted with furrowed brows. Then, with a frustrated groan, his expression shifted to one of determination. “Alright, let's give it a try–”

“And try not to get killed in the process,” Wayward finished for him. 

#oc x canon #oc x canon week #oc x canon week 2024 #oc x canon week 2k24 #wilson dst #wayward things #been obsessed with this pairing for about 7 years now give or take #I actually used to be into wilson but never could bring myself to selfship with him fully for some reason #so I made an oc instead! #I'm very fond of Way he's one of my special little guys even outside of his ship #he's very troubled mentally but still loves to be mischievous. he also understands when to get serious #he's got layers. I love him #viti's writing

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No Kisses | KTH Chapter II: Let Me Remind You

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter II: Let Me Remind You || Series Masterlist

Throughout the week, you avoided everyone like the plague. It was harsh and rather stupid of you, but your feelings got to you. You were too flustered and embarrassed to be around Taehyung, too ashamed to look at your friends and cousin. How could you let Taehyung do those…questionable actions to you? Especially in the fucking council room! How unprofessional coming from the student body president, the goody two shoes, the one and only ___ ___!

But the way he was talking to you, the way he gripped on your hips, and the way he pressed himself…God, it felt like heaven on Earth for you. You even thought of relieving yourself to get it out of your system, but your mind told you to stop for the sake of your pride. You were also worried about hurting yourself like the last and only time. Not once before he came along did you ever feel that type of pleasure. If you ever went further with him… let’s not talk about that right now. It will never happen. 

After the incident, you refused to see Taehyung. You didn’t–you couldn’t see him. It was way too embarrassing to see one another, at least on your end, which mattered more for you. You felt the need to protect yourself at all costs, not wanting to show vulnerability. You took your precious time to open up to Hoseok and Yoongi while Jimin pulled the cousin card on you. Other than that, you showed such a strong persona that people wondered if you ever showed any emotion besides happiness and anger (only directed to Taehyung, though).

It was just how you were. No specific childhood trauma that scarred you for life. You didn’t think your vulnerability was a weakness, but you believed that those you trusted the most in life could only see it. It was sort of special to you, which is why it aggravated you that you showed a smidge to that fucker football captain. You didn’t want to show anything to him, not even your aura and physical self. 

Luckily for you but also unfortunately, you had your period that week. You used the excuse of sickness and intense cramps to get out of two joint meetings, which Hoseok surprisingly understood, even going far as wondering if you wanted him and Yoongi to drop by your apartment for some goodies. You felt guilty for being a very irresponsible president. Even before the incident, you weren’t doing so well with the joint collaboration. The first meeting was tragic and completely inappropriate of you, and so forth. You stayed back, letting Hoseok do everything. What kind of president does this, or why are you so afraid of showing yourself to Taehyung, you thought to yourself. Those were the type of questions that ran through your head every day since.

The sudden ring from your apartment front door stopped your reflecting process as you were lying on your couch. Once you came home, you stripped off your uniform and threw on a lavender tank top and sweatpants set. You had nowhere else to go, so you might as well be comfortable and care for your cramps by wrapping a heating pad around your torso. It was only three in the afternoon, which meant the meeting had started. Everyone you knew was there, so you wondered who that could be. Maybe Yeonjun because he usually locked himself out, and he would stay at your place until our old lady landlord came and scolded him for being irresponsible.

Your expectations were wrong once you were met with your best friends who were looking angry. You cocked an eyebrow at them before moving to the side for them to enter. They knew you had some questions as to why they were here and not attending the meeting, so before you spoke, Hoseok goes, “I can’t fucking believe you.” As they walked inside and you closed the door behind you. 

“What?” You asked dumbfoundedly as you pushed up your glasses to the bridge of your nose. Yoongi shoved a plastic bag filled with snacks and bottles of tea to you before he headed to your couch to relax.

“Don’t ‘what’ me.” Hoseok scoffed. “You’ve been missing meetings!”

“Yeah, I’ve been. I’m on my period, and it hurts.” You pointed to your attached heating pad, still not getting why he was angry at you. “I told you in advance!”

“Well, yes, I see that. I know you get really fatigued and in pain, but I know more of your reason for skipping is to avoid Taehyung and not necessarily your period.” He responded back, which left you wide-eyed. How the hell did he manage to figure that out?

“N-no?” You were never a good liar, to begin with. “Yoongi?” You called out.

“You’re on your own on this.” The treasurer replied. In your trio, when it came to situations, Hoseok always commented on everything, Yoongi didn’t really give a say until it gets serious, and you rarely got into trouble and thought about the rational thing to do. This was only level two, so it wasn’t bad, but it was bad in a way that this was targeted towards you, so this was like a level seven in Hoseok’s eyes.

Reading you like a fucking book, he added, “I found out because Taehyung actually came up to me during lunch today and asked me where you were. I told you left once you were done with your classes for the day, then man straight up told me you were avoiding him.”

“I was there too, so yeah, captain asked about you. After he left, Hobi and I realized that we rarely saw you, and you never once stepped into the council room or saw you with Jimin.” Yoongi’s voice came out of nowhere. “We concluded this, so we canceled the meeting to come here and beat your ass.”

You stood there with your arms to your sides like that one emoji as you continued to stare widely at your clever best friends. Sometimes with Hoseok’s male wife energy and Yoongi’s “fuck it” personality, you forget that they’re in the honors program with outstanding GPAs that make people cry home to their mom’s lap. You gave up wanting to explain yourself and said, “So?”

Hoseok groaned, “___! Why?”

“B-because he’s getting on my nerves!” You semi-lied, not wanting to give out the real reason. This was a reason, so you didn’t fully lie. You’re okay. You finally moved and headed to your living room with Hoseok trailing behind. “Did he tell you why I’m avoiding him?” You asked as you sat next to Yoongi and placed the bag on your coffee table.

“No. I asked him why and he left.” Your vice president answered as he sat down on your armchair to your left.

You pulled out the items from the bag to lay them out on the surface. “Well, we decided to meet at 1:30 for the banner, but he didn’t show up until 3. He left me hanging, and I did the outline by myself.” You seethed as that faint memory got you riled up. Then you began to remember him rubbing his hard dick onto your clothed pussy to which you shook your head away from the dirty memory.

“That doesn’t mean you can just avoid him.” Hoseok reasoned.

“I don’t care. I will avoid his annoying face at all costs.” You opened a bag of Pocky matcha sticks and munched on them. “He has no signs of respecting me. He’s pushing my buttons and teasing me. Don’t you see it’s him who needs to be talked to and not me? I’m trying my best, but he’s not! Ugh, I hate him!”

“Did you ever tell him to stop?” Yoongi pointed out the obvious. Now when he said that, it was obvious. No means no. Stop means no. You tried thinking back on any occurrence of telling him to stop, but you knew it was pointless because you never told him to, nor did you want him to. Though Taehyung was a teasing man whore, you knew he would stop if you told him off but no. Your silence and your head hanging as you looked down on your lap was their answer. They knew; they knew you knew.

“I’m confusing, I know.” You sighed. 

“No, we know you’re stupid, but sadly no one knows it.” Yoongi shrugged as he reached out for a bag of chips.

“Look, ___. I’m talking to you as your friend and not your vice president with what I’m about to say.” Hoseok began. “Avoiding Taehyung is not getting you anywhere. He may be irking, yes to God he is, but he is willing to cooperate. I asked Jimin to talk some sense into him today, and he said that Taehyung promised that he would respect you through this whole planning. Please meet instead of pigeon messaging everything.” He explained thoroughly as possible. “We also know you don’t hate him.”

You glared quietly at your friend as you chewed on your sticks. He was right. There’s no point in avoiding him, but you were so afraid of seeing him, afraid of your future unconscious emotions and behavior. The last you saw him, his eyes were filled with lust, and practically wanted to fuck you on the banner. There’s no telling how you or he will react after a whole week without seeing each other.

But you had to step it up. This was a sign of vulnerability, not facing your own consequences. You had to be strong. If it meant you had to confront Taehyung, then, by all means, you’ll do it. You will not show vulnerability and definitely not to Kim Taehyung.

-

The next day, you stood in front of the football field entrance. You know what lies there was a dreaded territory. You’ve been there before, having to go and support your cousin playing games. Honestly, if it’s somewhere that doesn’t pertain to you, you avoid any place at all cost. You don’t need to be there unless otherwise, so what’s the point? It wasn’t a familiar area either. You were always lost, even if it was a big ass field. But knowing you had to be here and for a certain someone, you hated it and were a nervous little thing.

There wasn’t a meeting today, but groups were expected to meet before the following Monday. You gave yourself a short pep before entering through the gate. Jesus Christ, this place is huge. Knowing somewhat with muscle memory, you remembered the lockers were to the left before you proceeded further into the pathway which led to the field. You knew through Jimin that practice is in session, so none were in lockers.

To be honest, you really didn’t know what to say, but before coming here, you agreed with yourself that you decided to forget about what happened and focus on the main issue: talking and working with Taehyung. You kept calm, chanting a short mantra of “I am strong” as you patiently walked until you spotted green grass and large fitted, dirty men throwing a ball and some shit. It seemed they were also using dummies to mimic opponents as you saw or assuming you saw, Jungkook tackling one of them. 

You only thought it was him because Jimin told you how Jungkook begged for his jersey number to be 69 and actually succeeded.

This was so weird, and you felt out of place. This area was not…you, not your environment. You felt like a deer going into a tropical forest filled with snakes, beetles, and gorillas. One step in, and you’ll accidentally get bitten and die. Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic but go on.

“Hey, Goody Two-Shoes.” A higher pitch voice called out your infamous nickname, so you couldn’t help but search for the sound. Your eyes roamed until you spotted a carbon copy of clones wearing red and white outfit sets staring back at you.

Ahh, yes. You forgot about the cheerleading squad. They also practiced with the football team but on the other side of the field. You met some of them, a nice bunch, to say the least. You didn’t really bother to care enough to remember any names, but they were okay.

But the one who called you out was none other than the cheer captain, Sim Bini, giving you dagger eyes and a twitch on her lip. Since you started college, she didn’t like you for reasons even you don’t know. She hung around your cousin and his friends from time to time, and when you stopped by the group, she always looked at you like she hated you. 

Yet you were indifferent because how would you hate someone you don’t even know. The only thing you heard was that she and Taehyung had a cliche relationship, the captains of the cheerleading team and football team together. A relationship that didn’t last long, but that was about it. Nothing that was related to you. You didn’t care for her, so why would you care if she was being rude to you?

“Can I help you?” Bini spat at you.

“No, thank you, though. I don’t need your help.” You shook your head, giving a gentle smile without knowing you irritated her.

“You know we have practice, right?”

“I didn’t know, actually. Even if I did, I’m not here for you.” You replied civilly. “Please continue on your practice.” And with that, you left the cheerleading team and went towards the football team. All while Bini failed to burn holes into the back of your steel-like head, watching your every move.

As you walked, the team gathered in a large circle, which quickly made you intimidating and nervous. They didn’t look like this when they were in the meetings. Maybe, it was the padding, but either way, they were such a huge unit you wanted to shit yourself.

Once all of them removed their helmets, you immediately spotted him. Sun-kissed skin glowed from the light, sweat-filled hair hanging on his forehead, side profile snatched to the Gods, his stature looking so big, you wanted to die. It sadly made you weak in the knees because you instantly thought about your time with him. You hated this so much.

You saw him speaking to the team though you couldn’t hear him. However, he spoke animatedly as he used his entire body to express what he was talking about, probably critiquing and commenting on what they did. The rest of the members watched attentively and quietly, which displayed how much respect they had for Taehyung.

You spotted Jimin’s jersey number 13, to which you decided to stand behind him. No one could see you, surely not Taehyung, but you watched Taehyung ramble on and on. You didn’t understand a word he was walking about, but he looked so passionate, so admirable, so…

“ONE, TWO, BREAK!” They shouted all at once, making you flinch in the process and getting you out of your head. Since Jimin didn’t know you were behind him, he snapped around, and his shoulder pads smacked your head, causing you to fall down in pain. Fuck, you didn’t think the pads were hard enough to get you a concussion, but they indeed hurt like a bitch.

“Oh my God, ___! I’m sorry, are you okay?” Jimin brought you back up and helped you stand on your two feet. You rubbed your reddened cheek, easing the embarrassment and ache.

“I’m fine, Chim. It’s not every day you get hit with a shoulder pad which, by the way, was too hard to be any sort of pad.” You said lightly with a smile. You hear greetings of “Hi, President,” where you greet back. You feel certain eyes staring back, but you don’t meet them, at least not yet.

“What are you doing here? You hate coming here.” Jimin questioned.

“I have some important business to deal with your captain.” You announced. You mentally prepared yourself, then you finally met with Taehyung’s wide eyes. Your breathing shook a little as you held your gaze. His expression was rather different, almost like…longing? You didn’t know, but it wasn’t a face you were familiar with. He somehow knew you were questioning it because it went back to the cheeky annoying one you knew by heart with the stupid smirk and everything.

“Ahh, so the princess finally wants to see me.” He exhaled satisfyingly.

Okay, wow. That nickname made you want to murder him before; now it’s just–you kept wanting to hear it from him…only him.

You spoke no harsh comments, no stuttering mess, not even an eye roll. You were serene, which shocked all of the members. Even Taehyung was surprised, but his teasing smile covered that. You simply nodded before gesturing to him to follow you away from the team while on their break.

You could feel him closing the gap behind you. It made you feel some type of way that you wanted to push down deep inside you and not come out. You had to focus and act as if nothing had happened. You had to be strong and do this fast. You stopped your trail and turned around. He stared at you patiently, but that same smile stayed on his fucking face. Jesus, you wanted to shove that face, shove it down your–

“Look, I’m only here to discuss what we need to discuss next Monday for the meeting. Are you free after your practice thingy so we can collaborate on what to do?” You said this so robotically, but you couldn’t care less. This was better than showing any other emotion you had for him.

His gaze went elsewhere, pretending to think of his answer. He wanted to test your tolerance a little. But instead of hastily lashing out, you patiently waited for his answer. There was definitely something wrong with you. He could tell but decided it wasn’t a good time to mention it. He remembered that he needed to be civil after Jimin threatened to expose his ass if he didn’t cooperate.

Without words, he nodded and smiled. It wasn’t a smile you were used to. It was closed-lip but very sweet and genuine. It freaked you out, but you liked it, causing you to do it back. A smile you did with your friends or Jimin. It made Taehyung drop his smile as you unintentionally took his breath away.

Hoping you didn’t catch him slipping, he cleared his throat and nodded, “Yeah, we can meet.”

“Sounds good. I’ll wait in the council room.” You scurried out of the field before your other thoughts consumed you, refusing to be there any longer than you should. This was only the beginning, and you despised every second of it, is what you told yourself as both a defense and coping mechanism.

Little did you know as you left the football field, you had two pairs of eyes on you. One that was endearing and captivated and another that was furious and cruel.

-

Though you both planned on meeting in the council room, Yoongi was a little bitch who called last-minute dibs and held his committee meeting there. You tried finding another classroom, but for some reason, all of them were occupied, ranging from extracurriculars’ general meetings to students studying, which was odd because it was literally it’s a Friday in the middle of the semester.

Immediately giving up, Taehyung suggested holding the meeting at his apartment. Your flabbergasted expression said it all, “What the fuck? Why?” You crossed your arms across your chest and raised an eyebrow at him.

He merely shrugged with a blank expression. There was no teasing tone, nor had his signature grin plastered on his sculpted face. It was just a suggestion, but your overthinking mind went to a million schemes. You couldn’t tell if there was a specific reason behind it. He was a fuck boy, for Christ’s sake! He probably used it on tons of people, especially with what happened to you last week…Then again, you decided to forget it, and not once did he mention it when being around him for approximately thirty minutes total. But judging by his face, he must have decided to forget it too.

“Damn, okay. How ’bout your place then?” Taehyung proposed since you’ve been in your thoughts and too quiet for his liking.

“No.” You immediately said. Your apartment space was sacred to you, a safe haven. He knew where you lived since he rode with Jimin once in a while, but he never stepped inside, and you wanted it that way. You didn’t want anything there corrupted or tainted by his presence. He’s already contaminated your mi–

“Let’s go to your place.”

-

Taehyung turned his knob and pushed his door open to reveal his apartment. He lets you go inside before closing and locking the entrance behind him. 

“You can take off your shoes here and use these.” He instructed you before pointing to fuzzy cat slippers that appeared unused. You don’t say anything but switch your footwear. You followed him into his living room, settling down your things.

“I’m gonna get some snacks for us, and you can pull out whatever you had in mind for this banner.” He announced before leaving you alone to go to his kitchen.

You couldn’t help but inspect his living space. Though you didn’t want him to know your place, that didn’t mean you weren’t curious to see how this man lived. The theme felt very modern classic. The walls were beige, while the ceiling was grey. Three large photo frames hung on the wall where his emerald couch was pushed back. A lamp stayed on the side of the couch while two rusted-colored armchairs in front of the two sat across each other with a wooden coffee table settled in between. All of the furniture rested under a rather antique carpet. On the other side, a large flat screen hung on a large showcase that also held up figurines and books on the multitude of small shelves. It looked expensive, but then again, Taehyung seemed to have expensive taste.

You sat on the couch, taking in the space. You had an unsettling feeling inside of you. You weren’t uncomfortable. You were far from that. His apartment seemed homey in that it gave you a sense of comfort. He had cute little bear figurines on display and what seemed like smaller framed pictures of his friends around the room. What was not to love about it?

Perhaps it was because you were finally alone with him after a week. You couldn’t stop thinking about how you felt when you were with him, how you wanted more, how you wanted to see more of him, wondering about all the possibilities of what he could do. Oh my God, were you expecting something to happen between you two here? No, you couldn’t. You shouldn’t. You needed to forge–

“I didn’t know what you wanted, and I’m not the best cook, so I just made peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwiches.” He came back with two plates of the made snack and handed a place to you before sitting next to you. You thanked him before grabbing the sandwich. You noticed how the crusts are cut off, and the ratio of peanut butter to jam was probably 1 to 3, which is slightly a bummer because you like peanut butter more than strawberry jam.

Before you could even take a bite, you felt eyes watching your every move. You glanced to the side to meet his chocolate eyes. You couldn’t read him as he made a mundane expression, but it made you feel small and intimidated. You only furrowed your eyebrows, following the unspoken staring competition. It was like he was testing you if you were gonna break. But before anything else, he gave a quick wink and a smile before diving into his snack. 

You were baffled, but it was innate in you to roll your eyes and eat the sandwich as well. He only did that to get you into some way…a way like last week. He succeeded, but you refused to show it.

A fucking tease.

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Surprisingly, Taehyung was civil and respectful enough to help you make progress with the banner. On top of that, he gave out immaculate and artistic ideas that you didn’t even think about that. A unique mind might you add. His face lit up when you smiled and complimented his suggestions without any sarcasm or anger in your words. When you gave ideas, he also enjoyed the vision you had so much that he took it upon himself to compromise both of your perspectives, thus agreeing on one approach. 

He opened a new side of him that was passionate and driven when he actually put work into it. He seemed to try his best to consider everyone’s opinions into a satisfying agreement. Sure, there were times during the meeting when he was being a bit selfish, but that was expected of him. After experiencing it first hand, you now know why Taehyung was the captain of the football and a respected person to everyone at the university.

There were also moments when you couldn’t help but admiringly lay your eyes on his face. When he wasn’t making it a life’s mission to annoy you, he was actually pretty…bearable. He somehow was even more handsome than he actually was, very breathtaking and his aura was sickeningly intoxicated on par with his musky cologne. When he sketched something out on the sketchpad, you never noticed how large his hands were, and long his fingers were. You wondered what they could do. You weren’t the smallest person in the whole school, fairly average, one might say, but he made you look and feel so tiny. Every now and then, you found yourself going deeper into a hole of thoughts…very dirty and explicit thoughts from a virgin like yourself.

By the time you both decided to end the meeting, it was already dark. You have just finished the rough sketch of the banner and are scheduled to start drawing and possibly painting it this upcoming Monday. You rubbed your eyes under your glasses before pushing up onto your bridge again. You carefully scratched your scalp through your braids, trying your best not to mess it up. You were tired but not necessarily sleepy. You’ve been exhausted from all of this that you couldn’t wait to get home.

Packing your stuff into your bag, you accidentally dropped some of your pens on the carpeted floor that rolled underneath the couch. You cursed to yourself before getting down on your knees and crouching down to gather your stationary. While doing so, you fail to notice how the hem of your skirt raised higher on your thighs or that your back was unknowingly arched and your ass was up for anyone to see, or the shift in Taehyung’s eyes as he peered at it as if you were his prey.

He’d be lying if he said he never thought about you after what happened. God, you looked so pretty submitting under his control. He wanted to take care of you so badly. But he also wanted to punish you so hard after leaving him the bluest of balls in the entire world history and for ignoring him for a whole entire week. When Jimin scolded him for being irritable to you, he promised to be on his best behavior when he saw you again if it was the only way to be near you. But it all left his front door all at once when he saw you bending over, and he envisioned all the things he could do to you. 

Legs looking so soft, skirt flowing with your ass wiggling unconscious to you as you grabbed those damn pens. Curse those safety shorts you had on because they blocked one of the best views he may have experienced; apart from your pretty pink panties, you accidentally flashed him. 

Once you took all of your fallen pens, you hummed happily as you brought them into your case. But a sudden baritone voice shook you to your core as it said, “You know, princess, I still haven’t forgotten about last week.”

You froze once you sat on your heels. You refused to turn around to face him, knowing that it’ll go downhill from there. He could sense you tensing up before relaxing and feigning being indifferent. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You continued to pack your belongings up, a little quicker than before, to get out as soon as possible. Once you zipped up your backpack, you aimed for your shoes and the door. But before you can do so, you were pulled by the leg and dragged along the carpet.

He pushed you onto your back, holding both of your hands down on each side of you. You stared up wide-eyed as he pulled apart your legs, settling himself in between. He hovered over you, taking in your slowly flushed face and that innocent little gaze you always give him and only him. You squirmed and fiddled around to getaway. But alas, your attempt was weak because you wanted something to happen in the back of your mind.

“Maybe I should remind you. Right, princess?” He inquired, but he didn’t let you answer as he pressed his growing hard onto your core. The touch electrified your clit, desperate for more. You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes and biting your lower lip to avoid making noise. You felt him only getting bigger and harder. “Here I was…my cock so fucking hard for you and grinding your little virgin pussy.” You tried pulling your hips away, but he didn’t budge and kept rutting into your clothed pussy. You bit your lips harder, not wanting to give the moans he so desperately tried to get you to do. “Come on, don’t hold in your moans. That cunt is probably soaked right now. I barely even touched you.”

“N-no!” You countered feebly, but the clouded pleasure began overpowering your mind. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, the movement stopped. You opened your fuddled eyes and finally met his contact. His eyes were filled with lust and desire. His breaths were shaky and long. He looked at you as prey, wanting to capture you.

“D-do you want me to stop? Please tell me now, or else I won’t hold back.” Though you knew how badly he wanted you, it made your heart flutter knowing he wanted you to consent…apart from last time, but you both knew what was wanted and it wasn’t necessarily gonna go all the way. This time…it was officially going to happen. “Princess, tell me. Do you want me?”

You softly muttered a yes, but it wasn’t enough for him. “I need you to be loud and clear for me, ___.”

“Y-ye-yes. Yes!” You let out with your face heating up.

“Yes, what?” It still wasn’t enough.

“Yes, Taehyung?” But again, it only made him click his tongue and shake his head.

“Baby, do I have to remind you what you’re supposed to call me?” He lets go of your arms. His hands traveled down the meat of your thighs and gently roamed fingers over your spandex before making a stern slap to your skin. You cried out a moan, feeling the warmth in your stomach. He massaged the pained area again before doing the action once more. “What’s my name?”

You didn’t think he was serious before, thinking it was just to tease you and make you flustered. But now, even with a dopey mind, you saw the kink he loved the most when it came to dominating. “Daddy.”

A smirk crept upon his mouth before holding onto and pecking your calf, “Good girl. But first…” His fingers pushed your skirt up and hooked onto the waistband of your safety shorts. In one motion, he pulled both the shorts and your panties down your legs and threw them to the side. “I need to prep you.”

“Ahhh!” Your cheeks were pink with embarrassment. This is the first time you had someone look down there, so your initial reaction was to cover your wet folds with your hands. Your head was turned and dropped onto your shoulder.

“It’s okay, princess. It’s okay. It’s okay. I got you.” He cooed, relieving you from the shame. He gently pushed your hands away, revealing yourself to him. He gazed astonishingly at your cunt as he licked his lips. “Don’t hide from me. You’re so beautiful, ___. Look at me, baby, come on.” The tone of his voice wasn’t demeaning like usual but rather soft and careful that it helped you have enough courage to finally look at him. “There you go.” He smiled ever so gently, to which you gave a light nod and a small smile. “I wanna see your face when I completely destroy you.”

His expression turned dark and menacing when all of a sudden, he pushed a finger into your entrance. As you arched your back, you gasped at the breaching and weakly grabbed the uniform covering his biceps. “God, so fucking wet. I went in with ease.“ He pulled out his finger and licked it while staring at you. His tongue circled his phalange and sucked on what was very little of your wetness, but he tasted all of it like it was his last meal. Dear God, it was a dirty image. “Ahh, you taste so fucking good. Even better than I imagined?“ Wait, he imagined?? He closed his eyes for a second before looking at you again. “You want more?”

Though you could tell he was taunting you, you’d be lying that it didn’t turn you on. You were clenching around nothing, lusting for him to put anything literally from him into you. You shyly nodded but again, it wasn’t enough for him. “Baby, you need to use your words, or else I’m gonna have to punish you. Do you want that?”

You were gonna shake your head but stopped once you realized. “Y-yes, I want more.”

“Yes, I want more what?”

If you weren’t so horny, you’d yell at him, but you had to do what he said. “Yes, I want more, daddy.”

He sighed, somewhat surrendering because at least you’re listening. “Since this is your first time, I’ll be easier on you. But when this happens again, you need to be clearer with your words. Tell me what you exactly want. Understand?”

You didn’t give a fuck about what he said. “Yes, I understand, daddy.”

“You’re behaving so well anyway.” He smiled cockily as he leaned down to you. Your noses touching, feeling his hot breath tickle your skin. You felt his long fingers brushing your sodden pussy, making you squeak and your hips jerk. “So sensitive.”

You were about to call him out on his annoying comments, but he sunk his finger deep into you. His finger was so long it felt like he filled you up to the brim. He reached places that you couldn’t even do. Your mouth opened, letting out a mewl. You reached for his head and intertwined his locks with your fingers.

He tested a pump or two before doing it continuously. With your contorted face, he assumed you were enjoying every bit of it, so he decided that he thrust two more fingers in when he pulled back. That action caused your head to loll back, stretching your neck. It gave him the chance to tuck his head into the trapezius and attach his lips to your skin, sucking purple spots.

You were feeling too much, more than you realized, but you didn’t want it to stop. Your body felt so good that you unapologetically moaned. Taehyung fucking loved your sounds, knowing that he was the cause of them, but again, he wanted to get out more. So he curled his fingers, trying to find the squishy rougher patch. He knew he found it when you got louder and pitchier. “Fuck, music to my ears.” He pulled back to watch you. He did it again, and it made you so dizzy.

“Baby, you like that? Is daddy making you feel good?”

“Y-yes, daddy! It feels so—Ah fuck!”

He pushed another finger into you. The stretch hurt, but there was still pleasure. “Saying dirty words, kitten.” He smirked. He needed to do this so you could take him. You felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter. Taehyung could feel you squeezing, which made him moan as well. He rubbed his trapped cock onto your thigh to ease off some pressure. He was holding back but needed to focus on you. “Princess, I can feel you tightening up. Are you gonna come? Did you ever cum after the last time?”

“N-no, I haven’t!” You whined, pulling on his hair. Untouched, inexperienced, and still haven’t came before? God, Taehyung was gonna cum right then and there. He could feel the tip of his dick seeping out pre-cum and leaking his boxers with every sound, ever tell you had in you.

“Wow, I’m giving you a lot of freebies today.” He chuckled darkly as he watched you trembling. His thumb then found your swollen clit, enhancing the hardening pressure. You wept, feeling something coming about to come. “Princess, go ahead and come. Let me be your first.”

Once he said that you were hit with cloud nine. Your eyes rolled back with your mouth wide open. As your walls convulsed around his fingers, the knot came undone, coating him with your frothy cum. His thrusting slowed down, helping you with your high. But his eyes grew when he felt something wet.

He looked down to not only see your body still twitching, but you were gushing sprinklers of cum. He groaned at the delicious sight before helping you empty yourself out. “Oh, fuc—You’re such a good girl squirting for me. Fucking good girl.“ You drenched his carpet, which he wasn’t fazed on as he was completely hypnotized by the fucked up look on your face. But you gave no fucks once you were finally finished.

You looked so fucked out, having experienced this for the first time. You didn’t know you could do that…squirt, that is. You didn’t know if you should be ashamed or glad or whatever the fuck because you didn’t know what it meant. You were delusional, not caring about what you were supposed to do. Judging by the expression on his face once he pulled his fingers out to suck on them, you thought it was an okay sign. 

Though you came, your body still wanted. You wanted more from him, so you pulled onto his arm. Once he was in reach, you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, wanting to kiss—

“N-no, no. I must tell you, princess, that I don’t do kisses.” He stopped, pulling back before your lips could touch. “No kisses.”

Suddenly, that sobered you up quickly. You could merely blink at him with shock. Your cheeks reddened with humiliation, completely forgetting his well-known rule. No kisses, of course, and that also applied to you. You reminded yourself that you weren’t any special. Though you wanted to go further with him, you already knew you’d become another girl on his list. You accepted it, but there was an underlying emotion.

You looked down and away from him, but you could feel his eyes on you. Taehyung saw a speck of sadness in your eyes when he had to tell you that. Usually, he didn’t care for his hook-ups’ reactions to it. Whether it was sad, upset, or indifferent, he was still getting his dick wet. But this felt different. He didn’t like he made you sad from this. He couldn’t do anything about it. It was his rule, no matter what, until further notice. 

He wanted to make you feel better…give an alternative. He grabbed your chin so you could face him. He licked his lips and carefully said, “No kisses, but I can do this again.” He leaned forward like a kiss, but his head moved down to your neck, giving you more hickeys. You could only wince at the slight pain, but the pleasure overcame all. He coated your neck with blotches. His hands moved down to pull your blouse apart, causing some of the buttons to fly out.

You gasped, “My uniform!”

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He muttered on your painted skin. He pushed up to reveal your matching light blue bra covering your chest. He pulled the fabric down to see your perked-up nipples ready to be touched by him. He gaped at the curves of your breasts, how plush they looked. He swiftly reached under your back to unclasp your bra. There he took that and your blouse off of you, leaving you in your skirt.

You couldn’t even process how exposed you were because he dived into your chest to suck on your nipple and rolled his fingers with the other. You were sensitive everywhere. You could feel every nerve in you getting aroused and electrocuted by this man. “Taehyung.” You moaned out, but he responded by biting your nub hard.

You cried out. He released you from his mouth, and he growled, “What did I say?! You were doing so good! Are you just gonna be a bad girl from now on?” You didn’t think his voice had the ability to get deeper, but it did.

The stern look on his face made you fear him, but the throbbing of your pussy showed that you loved every part of it. You could only whine and shake your head, but the glare on him again sharpened. He was about to scold you, but you beat him to it. “I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll be good, daddy. I won’t be bad any longer, daddy.” You said softly but in a rush. You pushed your lower lip out and pouted as you batted your eyes. Your action was unconscious, but it triggered him.

There was no holding back.

“Fuck.” He encircled his arms around your waist, grabbing you off the dampened carpet. He lifted you both up until he stood on his feet. You wrapped your legs around him so you wouldn’t fall. He kept one hand on your waist but the other on your ass. He looked at you in the eyes as his legs did their own thing to walk you down his hallway. 

You stared back, taking in his features. His face was flushed, his lips were red, sweat glistening his skin. You both reached the end to reveal his bedroom. As he settled you down on his bed, you didn’t bother scanning his room like you did his living room. Your focus was only on him. He stripped himself out of his buttoned shirt to reveal his gorgeous tanned skin without breaking eye contact. He didn’t have abs like Jimin or defined muscles like Hoseok, but he was definitely toned, and you enjoyed every bit of it. You heard the drop of his pants as he let out a sigh. His dick finally being free after being restrained for so long. You could see the large indent on him, which made you curious, but once he freed himself out of his boxers and it slapped his lower stomach, you gulped.

You’ve never seen a lot of dicks (Yoongi, Jungkook, don’t ask), but you can say for yourself that Taehyung was…well endowed. He was huge and so thick. Was that even possible? A curve to his dick to the left and a prominent vein across the shaft. It was rather an attractive sight. Everything about him is so handsome, you said internally.

But weakly, you spoke, “I-is that even gonna fit me?” You had worry washed all over you. You were a bit frightened. You heard the rumors, and obviously, they were true, but this seemed…physically impossible, especially with a virgin like yourself. You were even too scared to finger yourself.

You could hear that fucker snicker at you, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll go slow.” He made lazy strokes on his cock before he climbed onto the bed and slotted himself between your legs. You could only whimper as you saw it coming closer to you. Okay, now your expression made him concerned. “___, are you okay with this? If not, I can jack myself off, and it—”

“No, no!” You grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him down. The tip of his dick touched your clit on accident, making your body shutter. “I-it’s okay.” But you saying that didn’t make him all that convinced, so you decided to say. “I promise…daddy.” You smiled so sweetly that it made Taehyung twitch. He wanted to ruin that cute face of yours.

He nodded and breathed out, “I promise I’ll go slow, but I won’t promise it’s gonna stay like that.” He saw you hesitate as your eyes widened but sighed and said okay. “Look at me when you take me in. I’m not asking. That’s an order.”

“Yes, daddy.” You were so compliant. It hurt his heart.

He held his cock and grazed the head onto your folds. Your essences mixed together as he gathered as much to lubricate himself. He positioned himself at the entrance, and before pushing, he stared at you with so much lust and pleasure. His eyes searched a tiny command for you to say yes. You nodded once more, then you felt the pressure through your hole as his head breached.

You cried, feeling your body tensing up, but he shushed you to relax when he pushed himself going in further. He was so thick it hurt so right. You felt so full, but you knew he wasn’t even all the way in. Your eyes twitched as the pain sunk into you. Once he bottomed out, he watched you adjust to his length. He knew it’d hurt, but he promised you that the pleasure does get better.

“Fuuuck, you’re so fucking tight.” He hissed as he could feel you squeezing him. “Baby, relax. If you do that, I’m not gonna last.” He murmured into your skin before giving some kitten licks.

“To-too big,” You were heaving, feeling the dull pain around your lower stomach.

He gave you some time before he moved slowly. Your face looked hurt while you pushed out squeaks out of your mouth. He wanted you to get used to the feeling. The pain was blunt but bearable, but as he kept going on, the pain was replaced by a never-before sensation.

You were groaning in carnality as you scratched his naked shoulders. You wailed, scrunching your nose when he hit your sensitive spot in your cunt. His ears twitched, making a note to do that again. He smirked evilly before his pace got harder and quicker. His dick pounced on your cervix repeatedly, causing you to cry in pleasure. “Daddy!” You squealed as your brain melted into mush. “Humph, yes! S-so huge!”

“That’s right, princess. You feel daddy? You feel me all the way up your fucking virgin cunt?” He growled, thrusting harder, making your tongue spill out of your mouth. 

Taehyung had such a dirty mouth, but you liked hearing those words from him. You couldn’t believe you were stripped from this for so long. How silly of you for not having the sexual urge to try some things on you? But perhaps, it wasn’t just the sex itself. Maybe it was the certain someone who was doing these things to you. 

You didn’t know how to do anything, but knowing Taehyung’s experience, you automatically believed his level of skill if he could put you, someone with a libido that’s not as high as his, into a trance of sex. You enjoyed every minute of it with your tits bouncing, hearing the sounds of slouchy skin slapping, and your moans getting progressively louder as you felt another orgasm coming up.

Meanwhile, Taehyung was enjoying his pretty view of your fucked out expression. He never saw you like this. You were always so uptight, flustered, and a little annoying, especially when scolding him. Now you were a wreck, completed ruined by the big dick he took pride in knowing how to use it. You were drooling, eyes were rolling back and forth, and making marks on him he will love seeing until it fades away.

He wanted to destroy you and your innocence.

“More! More! More, daddy!”

You chanted his name like a prayer. You were tightening around him, ready to let go, but Taehyung seemed to beg to differ. “Baby, you wanna cum?” He asked, and you could only whimper. “Nuh-uh-uh. You have to ask daddy for permission.” He wasn’t stopping his pace, but he reached down to pinch your nipple, making you squeal from the pleasurable pain. “Fucking beg.”

“Please, let me cum.” You managed to garble in heat. “Please, pwease, please, daddy.”

He then reached down to rub your swollen clit that made you cry out before he bent down and whispered onto your cheek, “Cum, my little slut.”

He sent you into a frenzy. Your mind was gone. All thoughts were gone. You saw white spots in your vision as your eyelids twitched and your back arched. Your fingernails dug into his skin, basically breaking through a barrier that blood was almost found. You didn’t think you had another one in you, but lo and behold, you squirted again, leaking your cum onto his sheets.

Even when you were coming down on your high, Taehyung didn’t stop his pace as he chased his own. His thrusts were getting sloppy, and you heard him whine for the first time. You winced at the overstimulation, but it wasn’t too bad.

“Baby, where should I cum?” He asked.

“Inside, it’s okay.” You weren’t thinking, head still in the clouds, but it was okay. You were on birth control for period regulation. It also meant using the other benefits you weren’t planning on using the pills for.

Hearing those words from you only made Taehyung reach his climax faster. He leaned down, putting his face in the crevice of your neck. After a few pumps, you heard him groan deeply as he dug his dick deep into your pussy and spurted ropes after ropes of cum. You felt another new sensation, feeling his cum coat your battered walls. It felt really good. He made small thrusts to empty himself into you. After a while, he became flaccid but still not leaving you.

He placed his weight onto you before rolling to your side, which also made his dick come out of you. You whined at the harsh sensitivity, but he kissed your shoulder to ease you. You eyed him as you saw he, too, looked like a fucking wreck. His hair was wet from the sweat and all over the place, his eyes trying their best to keep open, lips so red like cherry, and his chest heaving heavily.

He gazed up at you before giving one last peck on your glistening skin. “I know you told me inside, and it was in the heat of the moment, but was it okay?” Even post-coital, he was still concerned for your sake. Another flutter for your heart.

You hummed, “On the pill for my period.” You felt the heaviness of your eyes as tiredness and sleep slowly defeated you. You were sticky and lying on wet sheets, but you were too exhausted to even move. You heard Taehyung mutter something about helping you get cleaned up, but you were knocked out from there.

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⋆⟢ in which satoru knows one day you'll kill him. 0.8k. smut. angst. canon au. enemies to lovers. assassin!reader. nsfw.

⋆⟢ in which you ask satoru for a favor before greeting him. 0.6k. fluffiest fluff. canon au. est rel. sfw.

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⋆⟢ mister unreasonable. 4.3k. humor. fluff. angst. slice of life. no curses, teacher au. enemies to frenemies. sfw.

sukuna may be the most hated teacher alive, but it doesn’t make him immune to a desire for love. or, two teachers walk into a poetry slam for a blind date.

𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬: 𝟐𝟏.

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