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lovemomhatepolice · 1 month

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a tiny accident(s) - lando norris

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pairing: lando norris x fem! reader

warnings: nose injury, blood, established relationship, drinking alcohol (lando), suggestive talks, nothing more, just lando being stupidly drunk lover, English is my second language!

type: fluff (a little bit suggestive)

word count: 2k

summary: when you feel unwell, but let your boyfriend alone at a party in Amsterdam, you definitely don’t think about what the consequences might be…

This wasn't the first time you've had a headache this week. It definitely wasn't. You had been plagued by terrible migraines for a long time, caused by stress and long-term travel from country to country. It was hard to switch from the Chinese air to that of the Netherlands, and you still had to travel to Miami, Italy and back to Monaco. All this in the span of one month. But what can you do? You were well aware of this when you met him and entered into a relationship with Lando. Travel, travel and more travel.

And so it was today, too. You and Lando arrived moments earlier in Amsterdam after racing in China and immediately got an invitation to a party. Oh, you knew very well how much Lando wanted to go there, so from the beginning you both assumed you were going and would have a great time. Well, unfortunately, fate willed that just today, an hour before the party you were attacked by a severe migraine relapse. Of course Lando wanted to stay with you - he always offers to do so, but you didn't have the heart to stop him and not let him go to the party, especially since you knew very well what helps you best with such ailments. Silence - and it definitely wouldn't have been there if the boy had stayed with you.

It wasn't long after he left that you totally drifted off and fell asleep on your apartment bed, wrapped in every possible layer with a cold cloth on your head. It wasn't long until you were roused from your slumber by the sound of the phone, which, despite your fondest dreams, didn't stop ringing after one time. “Holy shit,” you muttered under your breath, averting your eyes. You took the wet cloth off your forehead and put it down on the nightstand so as not to get the bed wet. You stretched slightly and grabbed your phone, which was vibrating on the nightstand. You unplugged it from the charger and, without even checking who was calling, you put it to your ear, waiting for the voice of the caller. “Hello?” You heard on the other end. It didn't take you long to figure out who the person banging on your phone was. “[Y.N], do you, do you hear me?”

“Um, yeah, yeah. Lando, is something wrong?” You asked slightly worried, recognizing well that the boy was already quite drunk.

You glanced at watch, which hung on the wall in front of you, and could see that it had been more than four hours since he had left, and it was beginning to get dark outside.

“I think I broke my nose.” He said, and you heard him snort softly through his nose. “Baby, what?” You asked, lifting yourself up on your shoulders.

You freed yourself from the quilt that enveloped you and got up on your feet. Now you didn't feel the earlier headache at all, only worry about the boy, who was somewhere in the middle of the Netherlands, drunk and with a supposedly broken nose.

“I think I broke my nose. I smashed it against broken glass.” He exclaimed in pain, and you could already imagine his glazed eyes.

“And do you know where you are now?” You asked, grabbing his car keys and jacket, which you quickly put on and left the room.

“Not very, but I'd like to eat cookies.” He cried out, speaking to you in a pleading voice.

“Excuse me?” You asked, placing the phone on your shoulder and putting your ear to it.

“Cookies. Please,” he muttered, at which you took a deep breath.

“Okay, we'll buy cookies, but tell me where you are.” You replied, shaking your head as you entered the elevator and chose the lowest floor, where the garages were.

“No, we won't buy. We'll make them” He replied, and you could imagine the grimace on his face. “Okay, we'll make them. Will you give me someone on the phone to tell me where you are?” You asked, and didn't have to wait long for an answer.

A good friend of Lando's, who seemed much more sober than your boyfriend, spoke into the phone and gave you the right location to come to. You quickly got into his car and merged into Amsterdam's traffic. It wasn't the first time you had driven his car, but you were definitely not a fan of being a driver. Mostly it was Lando who drove you everywhere and you felt damn safe with him in those cars. On your own, however, you preferred your calmer and rather larger car, which stayed in Monaco.

The road to the place where the party ship Lando was on was not very long. Especially since the navigation guided you with avoiding all the traffic jams that were associated with King's Day. As soon as you got there, you parked the car in a safe place and got out, searching with your eyes for your injured boyfriend.

Minutes later, you couldn't stand to laugh when you saw Lando sitting on the curb, half of his face wrapped in some kind of bandage, and there was an unnecessary crowd around him, through which you quickly made your way.

“Baby!” He muttered, rising abruptly to his feet, which made him wobble and catch the brick wall behind him.

“Lando, sunshine, what happened to you?” You asked, giggling under your breath, because his condition was pretty funny after all.

“I broke my nose!” He replied, stamping his foot. “Well, look.”

You heard, and just a second later the boy was in front of you, grabbing you firmly around the waist and directing your hand to his bandage. You carefully touched the material and twisted it to the side, being careful not to injure the boy.

“Lando silly, you don't have a broken nose. You scared me.” You replied, covering back his nose, which was not broken at all, but only slightly cut.

“Oh, but you don't know how it hurts me!” He howled, hugging your body to his. “Your hair smells nice.”

You laughed under your breath and, after extricating yourself from his grasp, grabbed his hand and led him out of the crowd. After all, he wasn't as drunk as you thought, so the way to the car wasn't long. Worse was convincing him to sit in the seat and not move too much so you could buckle him in.

“Lando, damn it, can you stop squirming like that? You're not going to drive without a seat belt!” You said, slightly resigned, when once again the boy evaded your touch.

“I like the way your hands go down there…” He muttered, guiding your hands closer to his crotch.

“Idiot,” you muttered, giggling under your breath, to which he also giggled and finally let himself be clasped.

The road to the apartment was quite quiet. You were stuck in traffic for a while, because this time it was not possible to get around them so agile. Lando, meanwhile, turned on the music on his radio and the two of you played a song together.

"You know what?" You heard it out of his mouth, and you gently nodded your head, not taking your eyes off the road.

"I'm listening to you," you asked.

"You're pretty sweet," he said, giggling under his nose.

"Well, thank you?" You asked, smiling at yourself.

"But you're also fucking sexy, my God! If you're driving my car, it's in my pants." he said giggling under his nose again.

Whoever knew Lando knew his giggle. At every possible opportunity, Norris giggled like teenage girls who were excited or ashamed. And no matter how long it's been since you two met, Lando still blushed and giggled a lot whenever he got the chance. So he did it all the time.

Of course, the boy did not miss the topic of cookies, for which he had fought so hard before, so your journey to the mixing room was lengthened by a twenty-minute stop in the store, even though you needed a maximum of seven ingredients for your joint baking. Lando could not pass indifferently by the cookie decorations zone (although you did not need them at all) or by the liquor shelf (although he constantly assured that he did not drink anything).

And finally, after all the pain you went through together (or rather you went through), you reached the apartment you had rented for this stay. Both of you laughing, and Lando also, still covered in blood, you headed to the toilet to clean yourself up. There were some splashes of water and quick kisses, which now seemed quite difficult due to his wound.

You quickly went to the closet to take out some looser pants for the boy and returned to the toilet, where he was sitting on the bathtub, waiting for you to fix him better than they did on the ship.

“Oh, my poor little boy,” you muttered, laughing to yourself as you stood between his legs and grabbed some hydrogen peroxide from the medicine cabinet.

“It's not funny [Y/N]” he said, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him.

"Of course it is. How the hell could you smash your nose on a glass bottle?" You asked in disbelief, shaking your head, although after so many years with your boyfriend, this question should have been rather redundant.

"You're laughing at me. And I'm suffering here." He muttered, hissing under his breath when the wound was already quite disinfected and you put a small plaster on it so that he wouldn't touch it.

Sometimes he was worse than a child, but that was what you loved about him the most. You were both still young after all, why would you mature and become serious so quickly?

Soon you started making chocolate cookies. You knew very well that when Lando made something up, there was no way you could just ignore it and pretend it didn't happen. Oh no. Even if it was the middle of the night, you both would have to jump to your feet and run to the store to get something ready. Or suddenly get up and go out of town to watch the stars at night. That was Lando. And so were you. Damn stupid, head over heels in love with each other.

Baking with Lando was always fun. And baking cookies with Lando after midnight when he was drunk? Even funnier. You spilled the flour here, half a pack of cookie chocolates suddenly disappeared - Lando promised on his life that he didn't eat them - and somewhere in between you almost broke the blender. But in the end, you both looked with a smile at the chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven, maybe not perfect, but with some heart in them.

"I can't wait to try them!" the boy said excitedly as you took them out of the oven.

Without waiting for you, Lando put them on a plate and carried them to the table in the living room. Sam sat down on the couch and waited until you joined him.

"Lando, be careful, they're hot-" you started to say, but you were interrupted by the boy's loud hissing, which made you burst into laughter. "Oh my god, you're going to kill yourself."

You hugged him your body, and the boy quickly placed his head in the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses on it. He lifted his head up and stuck out his tongue at you, which he had burned himself on a moment earlier.

"Oh my god, did you burn yourself? Should I kiss you there?" You asked, laughing to yourself again at the boy's eager nod. "Oh, Lando..."

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mulberrimouse · 4 months

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This fic was supposed to be short and simple and stay like that but I got a little carried away...

Info and warnings!!: Friends to lovers, Andrew x Reader, no smut but HEAVY making out and teasing as well as cursing. Lots of praise and devotion, body worship. (Obviously. this is Andrew we're talking about), light degrading if you squint. Let me know if I missed anything!

Also, apologies for any spelling mistakes!

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Oh, Halloween. Your favorite holiday. No obligation to get people gifts, scary movies, dressing up, so many different parties (only if you want), and candy. Tons of candy. You've always had a big sweet tooth so it surprises nobody when you go all out on buying bulk bags to keep around your house.

Speaking of bags of sweets, you were digging around in a bag you'd just gotten when your closest friend Andrew shot you a message.

"Hey, sweetie. When should I be over?"

As his name popped up on your screen, you tried not to let the term "friend" get to you. You've knon Andrew for quite some time now and have been head over fucking heels for him for most of it. He was always attractive but god help you. He was funny in a uniquely Andrew way, he was beyond kind and intelligent. He always tried his best to make time for you, even on tour. He was the sweetest man you'd ever met. And "sweetie". Lord the things that nickname did to you. He started calling you that after the 6th or 7th time he found a stash of candy in your cabinets.

"Around 7! I don't wanna stay up too late."

He liked the message and, you assumed, got ready for the party. It was a lowkey costume party with some drinks. You weren't a fan of huge parties but you enjoyed seeing your friends a lot. You spend around the kitchen, cleaning and setting out different liquor and alcohol, as well as some food and non-alcoholic drinks. Once it was all set up, you went upstairs to go put ok some makeup and the Freddy Cruger costume you picked out. You were elated when you found it. It was simple but cute.

Eventually, 7:30 rolls around and many of your close friends, as well as some of their own, are scattered around your house, talking and drinking. Someone took control of the speakers and put on some funky Halloween music that people started dancing to. There was still no sign of Andrew though. As you tried to stop yourself from anxiously checking your phone every 2 minutes, a vaguely familiar face popped up in front of you.

"Hey Y/N! It's David, from Clarissa's birthday. How have you been?"

"I've been okay!! I'm pretty busy with school and work. I'm happy that there's finally a break, though!"

"Yeah, yeah I can imagine. Anyway, who are you here with?"

"Nobody, actually!"

"Ohhhh... So no boyfriend or anything?"

You mentally roll your eyes but try to keep a polite smile. He's not Andrew, but he isn't too bad you suppose. It's just uncomfortable because you don't know him all that well. He's just a coworker of Clarissa's. However, it could he good. Maybe it'll help you move on. You can't just spend your time following Andrew like a lost puppy, right?

Right as you're about to tell him that you're single at the moment, someone else walks over.

"Hey, sweetheart! Sorry I'm late. The face paint took a while to dry."

You turned to see Andrew standing next to you. You didn't even respond before you leaned into him and gave him a big hug.

"Andy! I was worried about you." You looked up at the face paint he had done and nearly stopped breathing. White paint covered his face while black outlined and extended his lips, as well as surrounding his eyes with sharp, long points at the bottom. He was Eric Draven from The Crow. His hair was in a low messy bun of curls and he had a wide smile on his face. Seeing him pushed the idea of moving on out of your head entirely.

"You really are sweet, huh? There was no need to be worried."

You blush slightly and look down before turning back to David. Andrew looked at the table next to your scanning over the drink options as David began to talk.

"So, no boyfriend then?"

As soon as it left his mouth, Andrew coughed and glanced at him. You started to talk, wanting to explain that you weren't looking for anything but before you could say anything, one of David's friends called him over. He told you that he'd come find you later before he walked away.

For the next few hours, you and Andrew were practically attached to each other. He always had his hand in yours or around your waist. He also made sure to tell you not to drink too much because he knew how much you despised being hung over. Luckily, as the night passes, you managed to stay at a comfortable, tipsy point, not full on drunk.

Not so luckily, though, you found yourself having to make sure you weren't staring at Andrew for too long. Whether it be his hands holding his glass, or his eyes crinkling when he smiled. The worst was when he had his hand secure on your waist. You so badly wished it meant more than it did.

Unbeknownst to you, Andrew was feeling the exact same way. He kept glancing at you, his breath getting caught in his chest when you leaned into him or looked up to speak. He was hyper aware of the warmth of your body against him. Everything he wanted to do to you kept flashing through his mind and he quickly got more antsy. As he gave almost all his focus to not getting hard right behind you, you were blissfully unaware, just happy that he could be there. You were having a really good time until you felt him shift away from you.

You looked up at him, confused.

"Are you okay, Andy?"

He nodded and smiled down at you, so you turned around, unintentionally brushing your ass against him. You felt him through his pants and immediately, you felt yourself get hot. You definitely didn't want to assume that it was because of you, but just the idea make your legs weak. You decided to press yourself against him lightly and you felt his hand on your waist tighten and he pulled you closer, slightly aggressively. He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"We're going to go upstairs."

He led you up the stairway and partially into the hall. His original plan was to go all the way to your room but he was too impatient. Before you even got close to your door, he yanked you to the side and pressed you up against the wall. He stared down at you, his breathing heavy and his eyes wild. He leaned down to be at eye level with you, his lips ghosting over yours. You felt his breath as he spoke.

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm not sure what you mean, Andrew."

"Oh... Is that so?"

You giggled nervously and nodded with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" He was making you a little light headed but you still understood the actual question. He wanted to make sure that you wanted this. You wanted him. You nodded again and gave him your best doe eyes when you wrapped your arms around his neck to try and pull him closer to you.

"No no darling. Use your words for me. I need to hear it."

"Please Andy... I want you."

He let out a low hum and his eyelids fluttered shut before he slammed his lips into yours. His left hand was gripping your hip and clawing at you, almost ferally, sure to leave marks while his other was cupping your face. Both your arms were wrapped around his neck but one snaked it's way up into his hair. You tugged at his roots and his hips bucked forward into you. Groans and whimpers were flowing steadily from the both of you. He slotted one of his legs between yours and you ground down.

You let out a moan, slightly muffled by his lips against yours. You pulled away to catch your breath. You kept moving your hips and a loud whine escaped you. He smiled down at you and used his left hand to push more pressure down.

"Good girl... Needy little thing. So pretty."

You whimpered and threw your head back against the wall.

"Fuck Andrew. Please- I need you..."

"Ohhh sweetie. Want me to fuck you with everyone down stairs?"

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease!"

"Shhhhhhh baby... Calm down."

He removed his leg and you nearly fell to the ground. He held you up and got down on his knees once he was sure you were steady. He lifted your sweater and started kissing across your stomach. Both of his hands now gripped your thighs and pulled you closed to him. He pushed your legs apart slightly and pressed his face into your clothed pussy.

"Fuck, need you so bad baby. So pretty. Just wanna fuck you and fuck you and fuck you. You want that? Hm?"

Your hands shot down and weaved through his hair so you could yank his hair back.

"Andrew. Please. Right now. I need you."

He grinned, his pupils dilated so much the color was nearly gone. After standing up, he kissed you again and grabbed your hand to lead you down the hallway...

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starsval · 1 year

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6 favours with James Potter

James Potter x f!reader

Summary: James enters your life by asking you weird favours.

Word count: 2,1k

Warnings: kissing, mentions of punching and broken noses, anxiety attacks, crying.

A/N: based on Do Me a Favour by Arctic Monkeys, even though these aren't the vibes of the song.

Pd: I had to make that Taylor reference, I couldn't help it.

Favour 1

"And do me a favor and break my nose" That's one of the first things James said to you while showing interest. You have talked a few times in class, but not enough for him to ask you that.

"What?" You ask him, unbothered, sitting under a tree, facing the lake.

"The other day at the party, you broke his nose"

Oh, yes, you did. Some guy in one of your friend's classes was bothering her a lot, and he'd been doing it for a while. So you took advantage of the situation, and punched him, just to blame it on the alcohol after.

After that beautiful flashback, you look back at your homework.

"I don't know what you're talking about" You tell him.

"Punch me so I can get over you" He suddenly says.

"Over me? What-" You are even more confused with this than with your homework.

"I can't stop thinking about you since I saw you at the party, and it's not like we're strangers, so just do it"

"James- I'm not gonna punch you" You start to pack your things as you see your friend walking to you. "I have to go, bye" Then you start to walk away, but not enough to not hear him shout:

"You know my name!"

You look back at him for a moment, doubting that this is all a prank.

“What was that?” Your friend asks you as you start to walk to the castle.

“It doesn’t matter” You sigh.

Favour 2

This time you were in divination class, waiting for your friend to sit next to you.

"Lately I've been feeling like" You start talking as soon as someone sits next to you, thinking it's your friend. But as you look up you see James.

"What? Where's-" He cuts you off by pointing at your friend, who's now sitting next to Sirius, clearly flirting.

"Do me a favor and tell me to go away" He finally says.

"What?" You ask, focused on your homework again.

"Yes, I was thinking, and I'm not sure that I would lose my feelings for you if you punched me” He smiles, like he’s imagining it. “Because, well, you get it. So this is the safest way”

"I don't-" You get interrupted again, this time by the teacher, who just approached you two..

"James, could you tell us what you see in the crystal ball?" He focuses for a moment, like he's really trying to see something.

"I see me in a really happy relationship with Y/n" He whispers the last part, so only the teacher could hear it.

"You know what? I know I sensed something between you two" She mutters before walking away, to bother another pair of students. James immediately looks at you with a big smile, to which you roll your eyes, but smile anyway.

"It's in the stars" He points to the ceiling "We're going to be together"

"Sure" You are still looking at your homework, but you can see how he smiles even more.

"How have you been feeling lately?"

"What?"

"You were going to say that to your friend"

"Didn't you want me to tell you to go away"

"Yes but you didn't, so I'm assuming I have possibilities. So, I want to get to know you"

You sigh, knowing that you can't escape from him, so you just tell him about your favorite food, song, color, flavor and season. You learn that he loves red, eucalyptus and spring, because it's better to play quidditch.

Before you can answer another of his weird questions, it's time to go to your next class, without him. So you pack your things and get up. You walk away after saying.

"I never said you didn't have possibilities"

Since then James started walking you to class, and you even went to see him practice once. Only to deny it after. But you've been talking to him more and more.

Favour 3

It was all too much, the tests, your family, your friend who you doubted was your friend anymore. It was all too much, all bottled up, until you get a letter from your family. Asking of course about your grades, not about you, or your life, about your grades, no before talking about their lives.

So you walk out the Great Hall, before everyone sees you cry. You don't even bother in telling your friend, she was too focused on some boy to notice you practically running out the room.

As soon as you're in the hallway, you feel the tears running down your face, while you walk to some random balcony, to get some air.

"What happened?" You hear James ask. He noticed you as soon as you got up the chair, and he noticed something was wrong.

"Nothing" You answer, even though tears keep falling from your eyes. Then he sits next to you, contemplating the quidditch pitch in front of you.

"It was your friend, wasn't it? You guys are almost all the time together"

"No, I'm fine" No, you weren't.

"You know it's okay to cry, right? And to tell people if they're bothering you"

This time you're the one who asks the favor.

"James, do me a favor and stop asking questions" You tell him, finally drying your face with your hands.

"Oh, okay" He tries to get up, but you stop him, by holding his hand.

"You can stay, just, talk about something else"

And he does, you stay there talking about the next prank he's doing, still holding his hand.

Favour 4

Breathe

You repeat yourself as you walk around an abandoned classroom. You were having an anxiety attack in the middle of the class, and you didn't want anyone to see you right now. So you just asked to go to the bathroom and here you were. Getting dizzy from walking around a table.

You keep trying to dry your face, even though tears keep coming out your eyes, when someone knocks on the door.

"Are you okay?" It's James, he's on the other side of the door, worrying about you.

"Yes" You tell him after getting close to it, so he could hear you.

"Do me a favor, and ask if you need some help" He says.

"I don't need help, I just need five minutes" You talk, still reminding yourself to breathe.

"Can I be with you during those five minutes?" You think about it, and when he's about to leave, you open the door with your wand, sitting on a table, looking at the window.

"Yes" You quietly say, drying your face as he sits next to you.

“I’ve seen the way she acts” He talks after a while, when you already stopped crying “Your friend, I mean. And I know I don’t have anything to do with your friendships, but as your future boyfriend, I can tell you that you deserve better” You look at him.

“My future boyfriend?” You smile, and look back at the window. “And I know, but she’s my only friend, she was the only stability I had in my life” You sigh “But not anymore I guess”

“I’ll help you make new friends, I think you would really like Remus” Then he thinks about it “Maybe not him, let's start with Sirius”

You raise an eyebrow at him “Why?”

“No reason”

“Are you afraid I might like Remus more than I like you?"

“What? No, it’s not that, how could you not like me? Have you seen me?-” Then he realizes what you said “You like me?” He smiles. But before you can answer, the bell rings, informing you that the class is over, therefore, lunch just started.

“Bye” You walk to the door, not looking back to an amazed James, who looks at you until the door closes.

Favour 5

“She likes me! She told me she likes me!” James was telling his friends when he saw you walking in the Great Hall and sitting alone. He was going to sit next to you but he saw your friend walking towards you.

He couldn’t hear what you guys were talking about, but he saw you being confident and your friend frowning, so he assumed you followed his advice. After a meal where James was only focused on you and fully ignoring his friends, he could finally walk to you as you reached the door.

“You like me” He says as he follows you to the garden, it was Saturday so you were going to do homework under the usual tree.

“Hi to you too” You answer, sitting and taking the things out of your backpack.

“Hi, you like me, right?” This time you ignore him, knowing that he wouldn’t shut up about that if you said anything wrong. “Okay, so I can’t ask that…” He thinks out loud. “Are you going to go to the Gryffindor party tonight?” He asks, smiling

“I don’t think so” You answer, focused on your homework.

“What? Why not?” He frowns.

“If you want me to go, then ask me” You look up at him, causing him to smile.

“Will you go to the Gryffindor party tonight with me?”

“Yes” You focus again on the homework on your lap, and then you notice that he’s too quiet, so you look at him, just to see him smile like he just won a contest. “What?”

“I like you, and I know that you like me, because you said it, and because, who wouldn’t like me? Have you seen me? Everything is just so perfect…” Then he lays down next to you, watching the tree leafs move.

“Do me a favor, and stop flattering yourself” You tell him, avoiding his gaze when he looks up so he doesn’t think that you were staring at him(you were).

“Then I’ll flatter you”

“I need to finish this”

“I’ll flatter you in my head” You roll your eyes and he smiles, looking at you, until he realizes something “You won’t break anyone's nose tonight will you?”

“Shut up” You tell him, smiling.

Favour 6

“I told you you’d have a good time” James asks as he follows through the hall.

“You didn’t tell me that, but I had a good time”

“You know what wasn’t good? That I got in detention and couldn’t talk to you in a week”

“You talked to me through letters” You tell him, sitting in a random window, waiting for him to sit in front of you.

“You know what they say, the best way to get to someone’s heart is by letters”

“No one has ever said that” You tell him, smiling.

“I do” You roll your eyes, looking through the window. “Can I ask you one last favour?” That makes you look back at him.

“Sure”

“Do me a favour and be my girlfriend” He smiles, pretty confident in himself.

“Okay” You smile too, getting closer to him. “Then do me a favour and kiss me”

And he does, he kisses you until you can’t breathe, until all you feel are his hands on your waist, his lips on yours. He kisses you until you forget everything, until all you can wish is to stay here forever. He kisses you like he’s been waiting all his life for this moment, like his lips can’t stop, and you don’t want them to. You put your hands in his neck as he moves you closer to him, so you have no choice but to stay here and kiss him even more.

He kisses you until you both hear someone clearing their throat.

You both look back at that person, hardly breathing, and you see Remus looking back at you.

“Hi Rem, this is my girlfriend” He smiles and looks back at you “I think it’s already safe for you to met him”

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“You said no more favours!” You tell James.

“I know, but that would make me the happiest person alive”

“I thought that being my boyfriend made you the happiest person alive” You raise an eyebrow at him, who smiles at you.

“And it does! But I’d really love that”

“James, I’m not gonna punch Snape just because he looked at me”

“He was mean to you!”

“He didn't’ even talk!"

“But you could see him thinking mean things” You look at him, genuinely concerned, and sigh, laying in your bed.

“Let’s just sleep” You open your arms so he could cuddle you, and he does, smiling all the time.

“We’ll continue talking tomorrow?”

“James…”

“Okay, and you actually make me the happiest person alive” You smile, hugging him tightly.

#james potter x y/n #james potter x reader #young james potter #young remus lupin #kissing #fluff fluff fluff #arctic monkeys song #the marauders #the marauders era #james potter

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glassartpeasants · 2 months

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another drabble for ya'll. happy easter lol

eustass kid/lufffy x gn!reader

warnings: ya'll are in a relationship with luffy, angst, implied cheating, pre-timeskip and all that jazz

Edit: I added more to this then when I first posted it cause I didn't like how it ended.

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"Fuck this dumbass island, and fuck you, Luffy!" You say under your breath while walking towards the nearest bar. Your overwhelming anger makes you kick rocks around with your shoes. Dust flies up in the air as angry tears slip down your face and onto the ground below.

Once again, after reminding him several times, he had stood you up.

It was aggravating and embarrassing. You felt like a total idiot for waiting at the park for 2 hours looking around, waiting for your 'boyfriend' to show up. The amount of pitiful looks and whispered words directed at you only made you want to hide in a hole and never come out.

He's always done this. You can't imagine a single time when he was on time for something where it was just supposed to be the two of you. While he'd always apologize after realizing it, it was just too often for you to ignore.

The rest of the straw hats told you that Luffy was just like that. To not take it personally. But how could you not? He was always on time for other things, so why could he be on time for once in his life when supposed to be on a date with you?

You remember telling your woes to Nami, and while she was a great listener, all she could do was yell at Luffy for forgetting once again. It wasn't like she could force him to hang out with you.

It's just that each time, it's the same thing he's told you.

'Oh, I promise I'll remember next time!'

'I promise it won't happen again!'

'You can count on me to be there! I promise!'

He is always making promises he can't keep. It's like he thinks those words are something you can just throw around. Well, to you, they weren't.

Thankfully, you can drown out the loud voices in your head when you see the sign of a local bar in your eyesight. It looked sketchy, but you could handle it yourself if anything were to happen.

Entering the bar, you see everything in between pirates, commoners, and most likely bounty hunters, all downing alcohol like it was their last day on earth.

You manage to see an empty booth in the far back of the bar. It was probably the closest you'd get to being able to drink alone and undisturbed.

Walking towards the back, you sit down at the booth. Putting your elbows on the table and holding your head in your hands, you watch as a waiter or bartender approaches you.

"Can I get you anything to eat?" Despite the dingy bar, the smile of the man asking for your order calmed your suspicion.

"Strongest alcohol you've got and a basket of fries."

"One of those days?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." Rubbing your eyes, you hear the man walk away. The sound of the crowd laughing and roaring makes your heart heavy. Everyone is hanging out with their buddies while your here alone. Just as you were about to rub your eyes, you saw a bright flash of red on your right.

Moving your eyes to the color, you see a man laughing with what you assume is his crew. He was drinking like the alcohol was simply water to him. His pale skin against the lights of the bar made him slightly glow compared to how dark the bar truly was.

His hair was such a vibrant red that it was hard not to get caught just staring at it. It was held up by what you can only assume are goggles based on how far he was away from you. His jacket looked somewhat soft despite the spikes that lay around the collar.

"Here ya go. And your fries should be out in a minute." The waiter's voice knocks you from your trance as you hear him set down your drink.

"Oh, thanks. But before you go, do you know who that man with the violent red hair is?" You nod your head in the direction of the man you wish to learn more about. The waiter's head turns and shows a look of shock before looking back at you.

"You don't know who that is?"

"Can't say I do. I don't read the papers much."

"That's Eustass 'Captain' Kid, the most infamous pirate of the new generation. He has a bounty worth 350,000,000 berri's. He's known for being hot-headed and not very civilian-cautious. He's also known to have eaten a devil fruit that allows him to control metal."

"Is that so?" You're surprised to have never heard of him if his reputation is that bad. If what the waiter told you was true, then he wasn't someone who you wanted to be on his bad side.

"Hey, give him another of whatever his last drink was. I'll pay for it. Tell him that I think he's cute. I'll give you a big tip if you do." The waiter looks at you in surprise before laughing.

"Trying to get on his good side?"

"Perhaps. That and he is cute regardless."

"Well, if you die, don't blame me."

"Wouldn't dream of it." You watch the waiter leave and go to wherever he kept the alcohol. Leaving you alone in your mind.

'Why did I do that? I have a boyfriend. I shouldn't be flirting with trivial captains. ' Letting out a sigh, you rub your face. Your frustration with your current situation got the best of you, and now you're playing with fire just because your boyfriend doesn't know how time works.

Turning your glance towards the ruthless captain, you see the waiter giving him the drink before pointing at you. You can feel your heart beat against your ribs as you watch the man stand up and make his way over to you.

The aura he gave off certainly fit his bounty, as it felt like you were going to encounter death himself. But there was just something so interesting about him—the confidence and how he held his head high, not caring about what anyone else thought of him.

'Okay. Play it cool.' You managed not to jump in fright when the man you had looked at only seconds ago slammed his hand on the table you were sitting at.

"So, you're the pipsqueak who sent the drink, aye?"

"That'd be me, yes. I just thought someone as cute as you deserved a free drink." A smirk plastered onto Kid's face as he looked you up and down. You swore your heart echoed through the entire bar when you watched him sit on the other side of you.

Having him closer than before, you managed to catch a glimpse of his eyes. Their amber color really complemented the red lipstick along his lips. You can also see the freckles that you weren't able to see from so far away earlier. If you were to get closer, you'd probably be able to see different types of constellations that hide among them.

"You're starting there, pipsqueak." You could practically hear the smugness in his voice.

"Sorry, Captain. It's not every day I get to ogle at the most infamous pirate of the worst generation. Especially up close." You were probably inflating his already massive ego, but it was better than being crushed by some random metal.

"You're not half bad for a straw hat. Does your captain know you like to chat up other rival captains?"

"I'm sure he won't mind just this once." Just then, the fries that you've been waiting for finally show up and is placed between the two of you

"Oi! Grab me a drink while your at it." The waiter only nods before scurrying away to fulfill Kidd's request.

"So what brings you to this dingy bar Captain?" You look at the man in front of you while internally screaming at yourself to not give into the temptation that Kidd brought along with him.

"It's out of the Marines sight, and I thought I might as well get drunk before dealing with a bunch of nobodies at that auction house." Kidd's laughter echoed in the bar and caused your heart to thump rapidly.

"Anyone ever tell you, you have a pretty laugh?" Putting your head in your hand, you tilt your head slightly while smiling. You watch as Kidd freezes for a second before going back to normal. His pale skin supporting a light blush across his freckled face.

"You trying to suck up straw hat?"

"(Y/N)."

"Huh?"

"My name. It's (Y/N)." Taking a swig of your drink before continuing.

"Thought you might like to know it." A smirk plays onto Kidd's face before he cracks his knuckles.

"Hey, what do you say we get outta here? My ships not to far and I'd like to give you your own personal tour." You could see the lust in his eyes and the way he spoke. You knew what he was implying when he said 'personal tour'. Even though you knew you should deny the offer given you were already in a relationship, there was just something alluring about him.

"I'd love too." What Luffy doesn't know wouldn't hurt him right? After all, you'd still be waiting at the park right now.

#one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass captain kid x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #luffy x reader

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Don't Cry, Baby | College AU | Chapter 2

Paring: Rafe Cameron X Reader

Summary: Growing up in a sheltered family, safe and secure amongst people you could trust was, according to you, heaven, despite how some tend to doubt its consequences. But you did not expect your safe bubble to pop so suddenly when you entered college - the atmosphere so dazzlingly stark, that it was proving to be a difficult challenge to navigate around. Especially when one of the students gets painfully curious about the new girl.

Warnings: Talks about sex, swearing, drugs, possible smut. slowburn (ig ???) Song rec: Pacify Her - Melanie Martinez Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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"You'll be okay if I leave you for a bit, yeah? Little princess won't get too scared?"

"No."

I had given up on my attempts to get Rafe to quit his tone a long time ago, bitterly realising that there was no point. Rafe knew that too, and so I had to face his smirk one more time before he entered the house, almost immediately disappearing into the packed crowd that I could only get a gist of through the french windows. A second later, a wave of cheers erupted from inside, and I imagined Rafe standing at the centre of it, playing the party like it was his personal guitar.

His stubbornness was truly a force to be reckoned with, and glad I didn't have to experience it again till the end of the night, I, too, pushed open the door and joined the masses.

Ruby didn't live in the college dormitories like most of us, but I didn't expect her abode to be, well, practically a mansion. The three-story building sat in a prime location right beside a beautiful view of the beach, and I seriously debated just strolling by the pretty shores after finding out that this was not the kind of party I assumed it to be. Credit for that idea can be given to the stench of alcohol suffocating the atmosphere and the dress-code-breaking outfits people were wearing. Or, more accurately, not wearing. Men were shirtless, women were barely covered by tiny pieces of cloth, and my cheeks were blazing hot upon being forced to witness such a mass display of skin.

I was somewhat grateful that Rafe had convinced me to drop the blue frock in favour of the one currently hanging on my body because I would have looked like a literal child if I hadn't already. Perhaps he knew how intense the party was going to be, and this was his way of giving a heads-up.

As I walked tentatively, my hands held a small gift bag, an even smaller box resting inside it, covered with gorgeous wrapping paper and topped with a perfect bow- technique I had mastered through years of gifting experience with friends. I also got to use my calligraphy skills; stapled to the bag was a little note card containing handwritten birthday wishes carefully written in ink.

Back in his truck, Rafe had stared and scoffed when he noticed me hugging the bag close to my chest as we drove, throwing one of his comments that I didn't bother remembering. But I didn't let it deter me. Who doesn't appreciate a well-wrapped gift?

My excitement was boundless when the necklace had arrived last night in all its intricate glory. Just in time, too. There weren't any good jewellery stores on the island, so instead, I rang up my mum to buy one back at home from a trusted store I regularly visited. As I walked deeper into the fiesta, I was giddy hoping Ruby would like what I chose for her.

But she was nowhere to be seen.

Music boomed from the speakers set up in one corner of the house, but the way it echoed created the impression of it hitting me from all directions. Chatter and conversation accompanied the explicit songs, and I noticed a group of people on the far right dancing to the catchy beats. Finding a cosy position against a wall near the kitchen, I watched them move mindlessly with a hint of a smile despite being slightly dizzy by the sensory overload. The yellow lighting was beautiful, though, and reminded me of home, a place I missed more and more with time.

As I bobbed my head subtly to the pop music in the background (more like foreground), quickly looking away when a couple on the dance floor got a little too handsy, my gaze settled on a weird sight. Between the shadowy, sweaty crowds, a pair of girls stood, their mouths moving obnoxiously as if whisper-shouting to each other. I didn't pay them much mind. But then their gazes—so intense, they felt piercing—landed on me, and I tensed.

They got closer.

Pivoting to my right, I tried to change positions, but a guy with a muscular build bumped into me, and I recoiled, clutching my shoulder in pain- the same one Rafe's fingers had dug into.

"Ow…"

"Hey, you! You okay?" It was the tallest of the two girls, now merely a couple feet away from me. I nodded hesitantly, looking between their faces. The other girl smiled and reached out to take my hand, but I resisted. "We're not gonna hurt you, bunny."

Bunny? My eyebrows furrowed. Was that the impression I gave to people? A pathetic, stupid, little animal that runs away as soon as you approach it? Well… that was exactly what I was about to do….

"I'm Jenny Marlow," said the tall one, tightening her long bleach-blonde ponytail. Jenny had a very sharp-edged look to her—angular jaw, deep-set eyes, pointy eyebrows—and I got the feeling that she didn't really like me. Gesturing to the brunette beside her, she then introduced. "This is Margo. We're Ruby's close friends."

I returned my name.

"Ooo pretty," Said Margo, but Jenny didn't comment, still staring straight at me. It was not a comfortable feeling, being subject to her cold gaze, something I couldn't help but compare to Rafe's. At least his had life behind them.

I still hadn't understood their intentions, so remained quiet; a good enough hint, I hoped, for them to reveal them.

"You looked lonely." Jenny stated blankly, "So we wanted to invite you back to our table."

I was about to reject the offer, but then she mentioned that Ruby will be joining them soon.

"Where is she, by the way?" Margo asked Jenny, taking the words right out of my mouth.

"Still getting ready upstairs. Go fetch her; I'll take the little bunny over here to the others." Oh, so the nickname's gonna stick. Wonderful.

"But—"

Jenny glared at her.

"Fine."

"Let's go." Jenny grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards her as she began walking, confidently striding through the masses, the clicking of her heels audible despite the noise. Her grip was tight—fingers sure to bruise my skin—and her pull was demanding, to the level that I found it hard to stop tripping over nothing. At one point, my gift bag dropped onto the floor, and I bent over to pick it up, tugging at Jenny's hand to signal a stop.

She turned around, her eyebrows knitted with distasteful animosity, and when I stood back straight, I couldn't help but ask nervously, "Why are you being so harsh?"

"You brought her a gift?" She said instead, sneering at the sparkly bag and ignoring my question. She chuckled. "Did you get her a pack of crayons? How cute. You do know she can afford everything, right?"

For a second, I really believed everyone in this place was living in a different universe. In the bag was a birthday gift– what was so wrong with a birthday gift?! Should I have just shown up with nothing?!

"Look at this, guys." Jenny snatched the bag from my hands when we reached a couch, large and semi-circle in shape, jiggling it mockingly away from my grasp. Bottles of alcohol littered the table in front of it—some half-filled, most empty—and food was messily strewn about. At least six people were lounging around it, and, drawn to Jenny's voice, they paused their conversation to scrutinise me, their collective gaze a silent judgement. "This girly over here wrapped this little present all by herself— oh, and what does this say?" She spotted the handwritten card, "'Happy Birthday Ruby! Hope you have a great time turning 20'." The pitch of her voice rose, I assumed, to mimic my own. But that wasn't even how I sounded.

A smattering of weak chuckles erupted from the table, a few aws, and I loathed both.

The thumping of my heart sped up as a sudden wave of sadness washed over me, aligning itself with the pounding beats of the music. The thought that maybe I indeed was out of place—a bunny amongst- amongst… wolves—was frightening. Nothing had ever made me feel this way before. Back at home, no one would even dare to try.

A deep voice cut through the atmosphere. Deep and commanding, somewhat soothing to the ear.

"Leave her alone, Jen." It said, and silence fell.

Grateful at the intervention, I gave the mystery man a quiver of a smile, his dark features draped in a shadow, and retrieved my bag, passing Jenny an unfriendly look instead. Without a single glance my way, she seated herself on the couch, and I followed suit, trying to convince myself that I could put up with this for one night. Everything would go back to normal in the morning when my lectures began.

"More importantly," Started another girl, bringing me out of my wandering thoughts. Sunglasses hanging precariously on the tip of her nose, she waved her palm back and forth as if that would entirely dissipate the established tension, continuing, "Do tell us why we saw you standing on the porch with Rafe motherfucking Cameron by your side."

The silence this time around was merely a poor imitation of suspense. She had delivered the sentence as if it was supposed to hit a nerve, and surveying the curiosity on everyone's faces (even Jenny's), I couldn't understand why they were so fixated on Rafe's presence. Nor did I know why people liked him. Surely, they witnessed the same kind of behaviour that I did. Nevertheless, I fed them an answer.

"His dorm is next to mine. I asked him for a ride."

"You asked Rafe for a ride?" Jenny scoffed, looking me up and down. I could recognise a bitter edge to her tone. "And he gave you one?"

I parted my lips, thinking of a way to reply, but thankfully, something else took up the table's attention before I had to, the silence bursting into a chorus of cheers. I clutched the gift bag close to myself.

"I'm selling 2 for 50, dickheads."

"Don't sell cocaine on my fucking birthday, Rafe!"

In tow with the dialogue entered the birthday girl herself, Rafe's arm draped across her shoulder as they staggered towards us. When Ruby's appearance became clearer, I found myself doing a double take.

Ruby was just so…. objectively, gorgeous. Cherry-red tinted lips, flawless makeup, dark hair cascading down her pale complexion. All tied together in her birthday special: a wine-red silk dress—

Wait, my eyes widened, cocaine?

My gaze snapped to the tall man hanging all over her, only to notice the hint of a subtle mess in Rafe's appearance. His blue eyes were blown out, his forehead glistened with sweat, and his hair was no longer in place, strands of it haphazardly falling over his eyebrows instead. No way….

"If it isn't Kildare king and queen!" Said the mystery man sarcastically, who had quickly introduced himself to me as Ryan when I sat down.

"Or more like boyfriend and girlfriend?" Suggested the sunglasses lady and Rafe laughed, tugging Ruby closer into his chest, who giggled affectionately.

"Shut the fuck up."

I shifted my attention to Ruby when she addressed me, quickly moving on from the gnawing revelation that Rafe had done what he told me he would. And his concerning alleged drug intake. I did not have any reason to care, and so I wouldn't.

"I'm so glad you came!"

I passed her a shy smile, still not over her kind demeanour that was so contrasting to everyone else's. "Happy birthday, Ruby."

Upon following Ruby's gaze, Rafe found himself connecting his eyes with me. He grunted with a twitch of his eyelid. "There you are."

Choking on a random—unsanitised, I added in my head—drink from the wooden surface, he squeezed through the multitude of folded legs and the edge of the table, skipping the empty space beside Jenny (whose first ever friendly smile morphed into a frown) and collapsed beside me, manspreading into my personal space. Ruby had no option but to awkwardly follow him from the other end. I sighed.

"You both know each other?" Ruby questioned as she adjusted her dress, a slight disbelief in her voice, and I returned a dismissive yes, hating being asked variations of the same question over and over again. I was pleased that Rafe didn't bother adding to my response, engaged in… staring at my shoulder? Perplexed, I tilted my head down to see the small, flowy sleeve of my dress sliding off my skin. I hastily pulled it back up, sparing Rafe a wary glance.

As I passed Ruby the gift bag, I hoped for the excitement I harboured from earlier to return and brighten me up again.

"Oh, you didn't have to!"

I waved her off silently, observing Rafe fall back into a lazy grin as he watched Ruby read the card to herself, a flash of recognition sparking in his eyes. Unwrapping his arm from Ruby's waist, he toyed with a colourful piece of tissue I had filled up the bag with, and intensely focused on Ruby's reaction to the necklace, I jolted in my seat when he threw it in my face.

"This is so pretty!"

Ruby's comment of appreciation whizzed right past my head, lost in a one-sided glaring competition with Rafe as he donned an exaggerated smirk, clearly under the influence of something. Let me enjoy the stupid moment, god!

"I'm glad you like it."

When all the girls on the table gave nods of approval too, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the jewellery, I emulated a whimsical grin, bashful at their appraisal. At Least I could win their acceptance in some way. And surprise, surprise! It all went crashing down when Rafe chuckled disparagingly, at the gift itself or at my reaction, I didn't know.

Ruby smacked him in the chest, "You didn't even give me a gift, moron."

"Oh, you want a gift?" He raised his eyebrows, eyes glinting, pivoting his neck that was angled towards me to face Ruby, "Follow me upstairs, and I'll give you the biggest fucking gift of your life."

"Yeah?" Ruby's pale cheeks went red, her eyelashes fluttering. I caught Ryan's eyes from across the table, communicating my confusion, but he merely smiled. What was happening?

"Yeah– baby." My eyes snapped to him, and at his clenching jaw, I could tell he felt my gaze. For some reason, it was odd to hear him use the nickname with someone else and in a manner that wasn't belittling. It made my annoyance at it seem insignificant, silly, because it didn't matter much anyway.

"Get a room. Jesus."

"Let's play spin the bottle. Maybe that'll be a good outlet for this." Added the sunglasses lady smugly.

"Don't tell me it's gonna be crazy like last time." Ruby said, sounding disapproving from the outside, but I could sense a certain anticipation from her. She was still looking at Rafe intently, but he had already moved on.

"Oh, you betcha." Said man tensed beside me. "Everyone's in, right?"

Agreeing nods followed.

"What about you, bunny?" Jenny said, sliding into the conversation after an extended period of silence. And— was I dreaming, or was that a genuine smile?

"Uh–Sure, yeah." I smiled toothily. The game was the last thing on my mind as I replied to her, more fixated on the fact that she may be starting to like me. I didn't want to have to put up with her unsolicited hatred.

Rafe chuckled nervously, a gritty laugh that lacked any humour. He rubbed his nose before bending down, face close to my neck, lips brushing my ear. "… it's not the kind of spin the bottle you probably think it is, princess."

"I don't care."

He grunted. I moved away. He followed. "It's the cock-sucking kind."

I drew a sharp breath. What did that even mean?

"Wha— I- I don't care."

"Oh really?" He turned his body fully towards me this time, leaning forward and getting closer to my face, prompting me to recall a similar image from a couple hours ago. Even though there were people around, my shoulders stiffened, his proximity forcing me to put my eyes right on him despite trying to avert them. "So that whining baby back in your dorm was your twin?"

I didn't deny it. But I had to just stay calm. Just stay calm.

"You know…" His voice fell by an octave. "I can just tell them that you're a virgin, and they'll immediately stop if you're uncomfortable. I know sex is so scary to you." Rafe's tone somehow managed to merge concern with condescension, but the latter trumped in my head. It didn't make sense for him to show concern.

He opened his mouth, going to do exactly what his words suggested, and I grabbed his wrist in a panic, desperation hopefully obvious in my eyes (the tears, not so much). Ryan seemed to like me, Jenny just smiled at me; things were going good. I was slowly blending in with the group, and his announcement would ruin it- it would ruin it all. Like Rafe said. I wasn't ready for that.

"Rafe, please. Don't."

"You're begging now?" He whispered, looking down at where my fingers wrapped right below his intimidatingly larger palm.

"If I have to," I whispered back genuinely, and he smirked, a deep chuckle escaping him. My head gently swayed side to side, so utterly baffled at his reaction. "Do you have something against me?"

"You're adorable."

I gritted my teeth, fighting off tears. Don't cry. Don't make it worse.

"Stop this. Just answer my question straight. You wouldn't be treating me this way if you didn't."

"I'm just teasing you, princess."

"Don't. Let me play this stupid game. Let me be normal—"

"Bunny and Ryan, eh?"

What?

Jenny's voice, coupled with a chorus of unenthusiastic 'ooo's, broke us out of our bubble of back and forths, and when I dragged my gaze away from Rafe, sweeping it towards the crowd that I had forgotten about for a good minute, I saw the head of a glass bottle waver tauntingly. It was pointed towards me.

"I dare you," 'Pleased' couldn't even begin to describe the look on Jenny's face, "To suck off Ryan."

"...."

Rafe's gaze pierced into my profile. My mind blanked.

"Maybe don't scare her off, Jenny." Ryan attempted to interject, sensing the tension. Scare me off—I wanted to cry so badly—like a little bunny.

"Ry, we don't play easy here. You know that."

"You really don't have to, y'know—

"Does everybody do it?" My voice was small.

"Of course they do, they're not pussies."

Staring straight ahead, I stood up, and they all looked at me. Me and my ill-fitting clothes.

"Then I'll do it."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, you're gonna do it?" Rafe suddenly blurted, sitting up in his seat. There was a newfound surprise on his face as if coming out of a trance. As if not expecting me to ever comply.

"Do you even know how?" He spat.

I shook my head no.

"Then what the fuck do you think you're doing? Don't fucking go." Rafe was being anything but subtle now, and I couldn't bear the awkward looks we were getting. He held onto my wrist, right where Jenny had put her mark, and I hissed.

"Rafe? Why are you acting so weirdly? You've never had a problem with the game before."

"Babe, what's going on….?"

Rafe didn't acknowledge Jenny or Ruby, and I didn't acknowledge him.

I snatched my hand away from Rafe, albeit with resistance from both ends. I stood beside Ryan as he got up too, a little confused, a little eager. He led me through the crowd in the hunt for an empty room, placing a hand on my lower waist. I flinched. He hovered his hand instead.

Ryan was saying something, but I could barely focus.

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A/N: idk whats going on anymore. but who cares. Once again, feel free to comment your thoughts! Taglist: @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @angelofcigs

#rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron X female reader #obx #rafe obx #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron X you #college au

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pinkthrone445 · 6 months

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~I'd do it all over again if you're with me~ Prequel

Next part

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender: little bit of hurt, fluff.

Warnlings : (+18) strong words, mention of alcohol.

Summary:you and Melissa had been in a relationship for a couple of years now, until at your sister's wedding you talk about marriage and you realize that the two of you had different perspectives on the future of the couple.

Request:I’m obsessed with this! Can you make a prequel where the reader talks about getting married and Mel refuses and then later Mel proposes the reader? 🥺 I loved when you talked about it! @babytakeittothehead

Hope you like it! ❤️

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You and Mel were at one of your sisters' weddings, you had traveled over the weekend so you could enjoy the party and the family. Everything had been beautiful, the atmosphere was spectacular, there was certainly love in the air. You and Melissa had been together all night, her hands always in contact with yours or your body. You loved moments like that where you could go out and enjoy being a couple in front of everyone, unlike when you visited her at school and you had to control themselves, so the kids wouldn't make disgusted faces.

When it was time to toss the bouquet, you and Melissa didn't make any effort to go participate, you just stayed at the table talking, that's why you were surprised when the bouquet practically fell into her hands, which made you laugh when you saw her face. While everyone applauded and congratulated you two, the redhead left the bouquet on the table making a disgusted face

-"No thanks"-she said, and another guest looked at her curiously

-"You're not a big fan of commitment, I assume"- he murmured and Melissa shook her head, taking a sip from her drink

-"Not even drunk in Vegas would I get married, that's a mistake I only made once and I won't do it again for anyone. The only thing a wedding achieves is that at the time of separation, everything it is more complicated. Because believe me, that eternal love bullshit is a lie. All couples have problems and are going to separate as soon as possible with the stupidest reason as an excuse"-The redhead replied too sincerely to be at a wedding, clearly she had taken a little too much to drink

-"Come on Mel, there are couples who last a lifetime together, look at you and me how well we are doing in 3 years together, I see us together for many more years. A wedding only confirms that love that couples feel for each other" - You responded trying to lighten the harsh comment your girlfriend had made, she just laughed

-"Believe me honey, everyone separates at one point or another and those who haven't, it's because they're cowards"-She replied as she continued drinking, you frowned and for the first time in the night you stopped having contact with her by letting go of her hand

-"I think it's more cowardly to give up... So you are planing to leave me?"-You asked, confused, and she laughed, thinking your question was a joke

-"No, not now, but we don't know what will happen in the future, life is hard and fights happen" -she replied without much care-"don't know what will happen in the future when we go through problems"

The rest of the party you avoided the redhead as much as you could, until it was time to go to the hotel. As you were taking off your dress and putting your pajamas, Melissa hugged you from behind pressing her front to your back and kissing your neck, knowing the effect that had on you, but you sighed and slipped out of her grip

-"I thought that if we were going through troubles we would talk like adults and fix things. Not that we would separate at the first sight of difficulties, I imagined myself with you all my life..."-You whispered in pain and got up from the table

-"Come on, I didn't think you were so deluded" - she joked and you sighed

- "I'll go see my sister to see how she's doing" - you said before walking away.

-"I'm tired Melissa, it was a very long wedding" - you replied and she tried to hug you but you wouldn't let her, laying you on the bed and letting your hair down

-"But it's the last day we have at the hotel before we go back home, I thought we'd enjoy it"-she whispered disappointed seeing how you covered your body with the blankets without even deigning to answer before closing your eyes. Defeated, the redhead changed and lay down next to you.

The next day you thought that you would feel better, but her words stuck in your head, she was thinking about a future without you in it. You sighed looking out the window of the plane, why would Melissa say that? Were you giving 100 percent of yourself in the relationship and that relationship already had an expiration date? Didn't she imagine a future with you? Didn't the supposed love she had for you make her want to spend her life with you? She could have said she didn't want to get married because she didn't believe in weddings anymore and you would have understood. But no, she said she didn't want to get married because it would make the separation more complicated, that only fools believed in weddings, you assumed that made you a fool... She said that problems could separate you, so little faith did she have in the relationship and so little effort would put into fixing things that she would be ready to part ways in the first fight?

Your heart felt heavy, maybe you were overthinking things, but it had really hurt you to hear that from her. If you had known that she didn't imagine a future with you like the one you imagined with her, maybe you wouldn't have been so involved in the relationship, the more you thought about it, the more heartbroken you imagined yourself.

For her part, Melissa didn't understand anything, neither your change of mood nor what made you sick. You never refused to have sex with her, in fact, you almost always initiated it and never said no, no matter how tired you were. Also, whenever you traveled together on a plane or bus, you rested your head on her shoulder and hugged her arm because that helped you calm down and sleep, but now you had turned the other way, with your back to her, looking out the window of the plane, and hugging your pillow. She tried to talk to you, but you were on the verge of tears and didn't want to cry on the plane, so you put on your headphones and closed your eyes trying to avoid her as much as possible.

When the plane landed and you got down, Melissa spent the whole way back home talking, but you barely responded to her, your head was completely elsewhere and Melissa still didn't know why. You had already been dating for 3 years and she knew you more than you knew yourself, but there were times when she could be so clueless with the things that were happening to you, if you didn't say it to her face, she didn't realize what made you feel bad, or even realize that it was she who had hurt you.

As soon as you got home, you started unpacking your bags and putting your clothes in the wash, especially the ones you would need the next day to go to work. Among the things you pulled out was a set of red underwear, Melissa's favorite color, but it was definitely new because she hadn't seen it before. The redhead's eyes lit up with excitement and possibilities, approaching you with a mischievous smile and hugging you from behind kissing your shoulder without taking her eyes off your suitcase and the underwear set

-"And that? I'm sure I haven't seen it before... Is it beautiful, when did you buy it?" - Your girlfriend asked you excitedly, hoping that the talk would lead you to wear it

-"I bought it on the trip, I was going to use it for you the night after the wedding, until I lost the desire to have sex"-you replied seriously and I let you off her grip to continue doing your things, the redhead looked at you with confusion

-"No problem with that, you could use it now... I'm dying to see you with that" - she said in a seductive tone, but you barely paid attention to her

-"I can't, I have a lot of things to do for tomorrow for my work and I want to sleep early to be well rested" - you replied putting the set of underwear in the wash and taking out some papers from work, leaving her more confused.

The next day, Melissa got up to make you breakfast, she knew she had done something wrong but she still didn't know what. When she got up, she was surprised to see that you had already left and she hadn't noticed, almost always you were the one who had the hardest time waking up. The redhead sighed, ate breakfast by herself, and then went to work.

At recess, she told her friend Barbara everything that had happened on the trip she had had with you, how much fun you were having until the bouquet fell into her hands. And how confused she had been after that because of the anger you were showing. Her friend laughed at how lost the redhead was

-"Don't you think maybe she's upset about how quickly you dismissed the idea of marriage? You're in a relationship of 3 years with her, maybe she hoped to get married someday. The fact that you are in a relationship means that these things are discussed between the two of you, not denied without first consultation at least. A relationship is about committing to things even if you don't like it, it's about demanding but also giving. I know you're not a fan of weddings because of your ex, but she's younger and maybe she imagined the perfect wedding with you. You should ask her if that's why... And maybe if you don't want a huge wedding, plan a party even if it's just to celebrate your love. That girl left her house to go live with you, she puts up with your strong character and your anger, and she is always attentive to help you with everything, I think it's your turn to do something for her..."-The eldest advised her and Melissa sighed, she knew she was right but that didn't make it any easier, just thinking about marriage turned the redhead's stomach because it reminded her of her failed marriage and how she was cheated.

After join up some courage, at the end of the classes she was ready to go home to talk to you. It hurt her to see that the food she had prepared for you was still in its place, even though you had clearly arrived home a long time ago. After leaving her things in place, she went to the living room where she found you eating a bag of chips while you watched TV without paying much attention to it

-"Honey..." -The redhead tried to get your attention but didn't succeed-(Y/N)?-she tried again

-"Mhhh?"-you asked still looking at the tv

-"I'm home..."-she whispered

-"I saw that, I saw you"-you replied dryly and she sighed

-"Look hon...I get that you're angry about what I said, but you can't treat me like this just because of that, I think you're overreacting" - Said the redhead, tired of your bad mood, you paused the movie and put the potatoes aside, finally paying attention to her

-"Do you even know what bothered me about what you said? Because for me this is an appropriate reaction, because what you said made me reconsider my whole future with you"-You got up from the couch upset and stood in front of her

-"If this is because I said I didn't want a stupid marriage, it's obvious that we're going to have our disagreements, but if you're going to get like this because of something so stupid, I can't imagine when we have more serious problems, we're not going to last much longer together"-Your girlfriend replied clearly annoyed, everything she had practiced of how to talk things down was no longer useful, her bad temper was winning over her desire to talk things calmly

-"You don't get it! It's not about the fucking wedding Melissa! Yes I would love to get married, but I can live without it. It's about you not thinking we have what it takes to be together as a couple despite the problems. We haven't had a big fight yet and you're already thinking about separation and giving up. If you don't want a future with me, if you plan to break up with me later for some stupid shit, you better do it now and end this once and for all. 'Cause I'm not your toy to please you until you decide you don't need me anymore"-You yelled at your girlfriend looking at her with teary eyes. The redhead took a step back, calming down and sighing as she finally understood what was happening

-"Hon... I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I wasn't even thinking about what I said... I just remembered how stupid my ex-husband was and everything I had to go through to separate and get a divorce" - she whispered and came closer to you, but you took a step back crying

-"Well, but I'm not your ex-husband, I'm not going to cheat on you with someone else, I love you and adore you, I'd never think of hurting you like that. From day one that we are together I have put everything I am into this relationship and it hurts me to see that you are already thinking about ending things with me at the slightest confrontation"-you whispered no longer strong enough to fight, the anger left your body and was replaced with sadness, Melissa came up to you and hugged you tight kissing your forehead and this time you left her and leaned on her chest sobbing, just the thought of losing her broke your heart into a thousand pieces-"I don't want to lose you Melissa, I want us to do everything to fix the situation even though we have fights because I love you, I love you more than anyone else in this life..."-You whispered against her chest and she hugged you even tighter

-"I love you and I can't imagine a life without you, I'm so sorry for what I said, I was so scarred by my past that I didn't realize I was ruining my future with you... Every night before I go to sleep, I pray to the heavens that for the rest of my life you will be by my side when I wake up. It was kind of unconscious that I said, I can't imagine my life without you, I'm so sorry, I want you forever in my life."-Melissa kept whispering sweet things while still hugging you, things that erased your fears and insecurities, that brought peace back to your heart.

It was Valentine's Day and Melissa had been working longer hours, having two classes together meant twice as many students, twice as many exams and twice as many children who needed help. On that particular day, she tried to leave early to see you at home, but one of her students was having trouble at home and decided to vent to the redhead minutes before she left, forcing her to stay longer to help him. When the child finally stopped crying and the parents came to pick him up, it had been almost three hours since the last time she had sent you a quick message saying she would arrive a little later without time to give you more explanations. Melissa sighed grabbing her bag and walking through the parking lot, she knew that you had agreed to go out to dinner together in a luxurious restaurant and there was still time to get to the reservation if you canceled going to the movies as you had agreed, but she was very tired and with little desire to go out, the day had left her exhausted. Between the restless children and the problem she had to handle, she no longer had any desire to be with more people, only to stay with you at home. But she had already left you waiting and you already had the reservation paid, she knew you would be mad if you didn't do anything special on Valentine's Day. Melissa carefully opened the front door, but not before smiling despite her tiredness. As soon as she put down her coat and purse, she saw how you got up from the couch wearing a beautiful and elegant dress, silently approached her side, she expected you to yell at her or get angry at her tardiness, but instead, you caressed her cheek with a small smile on your lips

~Months Later~

-"Hi Mel, I missed you... Are you okay?"-You asked with real concern in your voice, the redhead carefully hugged your waist

-"Hello sweetie, I'm fine... I'm so sorry to be late, it's just that one of my students had a problem and needed my help..." - she answered looking at your eyes

-"Are they okay?"-you asked and she nodded-"and you are really okay?"

-"Yes, I'll take a quick shower and then we can go to the restaurant, so we don't lose our reservation" - The redhead spoke quickly trying to get out of your embrace but you wouldn't let her, she looked at you confused

-"Do you want to stay?"-You whispered, the redhead was shocked, it looks like you read her mind, she turned to look at you, pointing to your dress

-"No, you're already dressed and we've already paid for the reservation" - she insisted, not because she didn't want to stay, but because she didn't want to look bad saying yes so fast

-"But you're tired... I know you Mel, I know it's Valentine's Day but you don't feel like going out and I know"-she pointed to your dress again but you took it off and let it fall, leaving you only in panties and leaving the redhead speechless to answer you-" done, I don't have a dress anymore, do you want to stay now? You can barely keep walking, I know you wanna stay, I won't get mad if you are honest with me..."-You whispered and smiled

-"I wanna stay..."-she answered and you hugged her tightly, the redhead took advantage of your lack of clothes to let her hands travel over your body smiling

-"Let's take a shower"-you whispered over her lips before kissing her

After a relaxing and gentle shower together, the two of you got into bed and put on a movie on TV, neither of you bothered to put on clothes, all you did was bring some snacks. The redhead's head was on your chest as she hugged your waist and felt your soft breathing. Usually you were the one snuggling up in her, but you knew she was tired and needed it. Melissa was focused on her thoughts instead of the television. Anyone else would have been mad at her for being late on Valentine's Day, but you were worried about her and hers students, not mad at all. In previous years the two of you had made great gestures for each other on Valentine's Day, but nevertheless, Melissa appreciated this much more, that you had put your plans aside because she needed it, she appreciated that you realized what she needed. She valued staying at home with you, without hearing a single complaint about the ordinariness of the situation on such a special day. Melissa was grateful for you, you had a lot of patience with her. Your hand was playing with the redhead's hair and when she felt your laughter thanks to the movie under her cheek, she came back to reality looking at you with shining eyes, you felt watched and you looked at her confused

-"What?"-Your mouth was full of Doritos and she thought that was adorable

-"Marry me" - she whispered getting up and sitting down next to you looking into your eyes, you almost choked

-"What?"-you asked again after drinking some water

-"Marry me... I want to live the rest of my life with you, I want the world to know that we belong to each other, I want our friends to celebrate our love with us, I want it to be almost impossible for us to walk away from each other, I want you to marry me... Please, I'd be very foolish if at some point in my life I thought of leaving you again"-The redhead spoke truthfully and you looked at her confused, although you wanted to get married you knew that she wasn't a big fan of the idea, and if you had ever imagined that she would propose to you, it certainly wouldn't be while you were in bed naked watching a comedy movie. At your silence, the eldest became nervous- "I promise I'll buy some rings as soon as possible but if you want we can..."-The redhead couldn't keep talking when you sat on her legs and started kissing her with emotion and tears in your eyes, her hands immediately went to your waist as she enjoyed having you close-"Is that a yes?"-she spoke over your lips without separating an inch

-"YES! DEFINITELY"-You screamed and kissed her again, which made her laugh. Melissa was doing this out of pure love and you knew it, she wasn't doing it in front of a big crowd to show off, or because she had made a mistake and wanted to fix it, she was doing it completely out of love, for her and for you.

-"I'm going to be the only one lucky enough to enjoy your Doritos-flavored kisses for the rest of my life, future Mrs. Schemmenti"-she answered making you laugh and kiss her again-"I love you..."

-"I love you more, happy Valentine's..."-you answered

#melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #Melissa schemmenti abott elementary #abott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary #abott elementary #fanfics #fanfic

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dairy-farmer · 3 months

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Jaytim half sibling au, where tim is catherine and willis todd's biological child. They put him up for adoption because they felt they couldn't support more than one child. Jason was only two or three at the time, and only has vague memories of his mommy's tummy being big.

Maybe tim always knew he was adopted, but didn't care much, other than the odd daydream when he was lonely. He loved his parents, so he mostly fantasized about long lost brothers or sisters.

Idk how this would progress into jaytim, but I feel like this is a deep well for exploring Jason's mommy kink lol (imagine if tim has her smile)

👀👀👀👀 okay so i had a jaytim thread fic about tim and jason being biological fraternal twin brothers here!!!

but here tim knowing he's adopted and always being curious about the family he would've had if his bio parents kept him. it had been a closed adoption. willis had insisted, told catherine it would make things easier because they couldn't afford another child. not when jason was already such a big expense, plus at least with the adoption they'd recieve some money and that would keep their heads above water for the meanwhile. catherine, of course, knows willis is right. she knows they can't afford another baby. but...this is the first baby she's ever carried and now she has to give them up. it takes a toll on her. jason recalls years later never really knowing what pushed his mom into her drug habit. as far back as he could remember he knew she'd been self medicating with drugs and alcohol. he thought his dad had been the reason. he'd hardly been a very pleasant person to be around. an asshole even. but...never a wifebeater. jason had always just sort of assumed his dad was the cause because he knows his old man had been a dealer at some point. jason only knew that because willis had harshly cautioned him against going down that path. it was one of the few times willis had tried to parent him by pulling jason by his ear away from a group of older boys that hung around a stoop across the street and harshly scolding him.

catherine never quite gets over losing her child. the only thing she has is the birth certificate and some papers from the agency that had set everything up. its what sits at the bottom of some forgotten box long after she has died and so has willis. it gather and collects dust in the closet of the apartment in the building jason grew up in. and it won't be until decades that jason scouts out the condemned building, feeling some sense of nostalgia as he determines the amount of work that needs to go into fixing the whole building up so that it can house new families. jason goes into that old one bedroom apartment, runs his fingers through the thick layer of dust. odds and end furniture that was never thrown out because that old landlord had never been able to find a new tenant after jason's dad was locked up and his mom died and no one was left to pay rent.

jason stumbling across that box, going through it, finding an odd set of papers and just...staring. remembering being two, nearly three and recalling how he'd press his ear to his mom's tummy and giggling along with her at the feeling of something pressing against his hand. its just bits and flashes like how its around the time his mom started on a downward spiral that ended up killing her.

jason finally figuring out this was the reason why. that somewhere out there was a little sibling he'd never known.

maybe he can't go to barbara with this because she'll likely spill to dick or run to bruce to tell on him. jason's options are limited and so he turns to the only other detective that might be discrete about it.

tim helping jason with his search because the adoption agency has long since shut down and were active during the time of paper record keeping.

the two of them growing slowly closer, getting to know each other better. jason thinking tim's not as bad as he thought he was that sometimes...tim might even...remind him of his mom.

he dismisses it because it was that visit to his apartment that makes him all sentimental...makes him think of his mom more often and the good times they had together like her warm laugh and the soft skin of her hand. and sometimes...when jason is dead tired and tim's is the closest place to crash...sometimes....tim does those little things that make the kid part of jason's brain just melt because his mommy is there.

jason and tim starting to sleep together and the the absolute ice bucket chill that hits them both when tim manages to track down the couple that adopted jason's sibling and it's jack and janet drake 👀👀👀

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #jaytim

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Liberty or Life

Billy Butcher x Gn!POC!Reader

hello i fucking suck at titles? anyway, i wrote this at the beach while i was getting tanned because i never found a butcher fic with this exact vibe so i said "yk what, imma write ts"

ill maybe do a part 2 if i feel like it

Sumary: The reader finds something about Liberty and wants to check it out. Butcher thinks it's just too easy to be true.

Warnings: SPOILERS THE BOYS S2, english isn't my first language, kinda mean butcher but he means it well, poc!reader (wrote it with latinos in mind but i didn't mention us especifically so dig in), use of y/n, HURT/COMFORT, blood, violence, gore (?), cursing (i mean its the boys), hom*lander mentioned (yes he gets a fucking warning), i didn't make the reader speak neither spanish nor portuguese, up to ya, i had no idea how to transcribe his british accent but i did my best. NOT PROOF READ

WC: 3.3k

You can learn how to change the "Y/N" for your actual name here

if you enjoy it please lmk!

Of course it was a trap. A fucking trap.

While confined in your apartment, searching more and more about Stormfront - AKA Liberty - after the encounter with the poor woman that ended up losing her brother to her hands right in front of her eyes you found a clue, something that could help take her down.

According to the document you spent the whole night reading with several cups of coffee and a killing migraine, there was a file hidden in a building close to Vought's that gave away all the racist behavior of Liberty's past (and present). It would be more than enough to make the people mad.

Hell, it made you mad. An immigrant trying to bring down an incredibly popular Supe, who would definetly get rid of any of your people out of North American territory? Definitely a perfect situation for your ass, not dangerous at all.

But still, if not you and The Boys, who? Even if Butcher's focus wasn't her it was for you, as a personal offense.

You knew racism wasn't foreign in the Superhero industry (or in the United States as a whole, you lived it constantly) but executing people of color is borderline a genocide and it was happening right under the peoples noses. God, praised even.

You scoffed at the screen of your computer and picked up your phone to call either Butcher or MM about what you found, to see if they could back you up on the mission.

You dialed Butcher first, putting your cell to your ear as you got up from the chair, your legs needing a stretch, as you walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a beer. It is 6pm somewhere you thought.

As you popped open the can the familiar british accent hit your ears and you subconsciously smiled to yourself.

“Wha’ d'ya want, luv?” He asked, voice gruff, clearly woken up by your call. You imagined his tousled hair. Maybe he was shirtless.

“Did I wake you?” You asked, taking a sip of the bitter drink on your hand, the alcohol much appreciated in your stomach.

“Maybe” He said and you could hear the teasing smile on his face.

“I'm sorry, I just called to say I found something on Liberty…Stormfront…whatever her fucking name is” You clarified as you mindlessly play with the seal of the beer can with your index finger “There's a building nearby that hides some documents about her, y'know, the shady stuff. I wanted to go there tonight, see if I find it”

You hear shuffling in the other line with a grunt, assuming he was getting up from the bed – or wherever he was sleeping.

He didn't speak for some moments letting you hear his bare feet walking around his apartment.

“I don’ know abou’ it Y/N, how'd ya even find those?” He asked, his voice hesitant.

“Butcher, I'm a hacker and Vought's system sucks ass compared to what I've already done” You explained “I just got in, easy”

You can't see it but he bites his bottom lip on the other line. He was still skeptical, would it really be that easy to find stuff on a Supe like Liberty? He knew your abilities, hell, he admired it but he was always extra careful when it came to you.

“Really?” He asked and you could feel the way his eyebrow raised and you scoffed “Okay, I'm jus’ doubtful, Liberty hasn’ been talked abou’ in ages an’ ya find stuff…easy?”

“What, lost faith in my abilities?” You teased. You finished your beer and threw the can in the thrash, it hitting the bottom of the thrash with a loud thud “C'mon, it will be easy. In and out”

“I'm not sure it's a good idea, luv” He said and you frowned, sitting on your island in the kitchen, your feet dangling off the edge.

“Y'know I called to warn you I was going, not to ask permission, you ain't my father” You mumbled with the intention to let him hear it, the tone in your voice serious “Just wanted to know if you wanted to come with”

“Nah” He replied, his voice loud and clear over the phone and you make a shocked confused face to yourself. Did he not want to keep you company? “Ya ain't going, it's risky. It looks too easy. Nothin’ with these cunts’ easy” He said firmly and you scoffed in disbelief.

“Uh, yeah, I am, alone or with you, I'm busting into that building” You said just as firmly as he did “You know how I feel about that racist cunt” You cursed. The more time you spent with Butcher, the more you started using his British vocabulary. Cunt was the most common but Bullocks also came with from time to time.

“Of course I know but still, we have to be smart abou’ it” A tip of anger laced his voice. He often got pissed at how stubborn you could be and this was one of those times.

“I'll be in there tonight. Goodbye Butcher” You said and turned off the call, not wanting to hear him going on and on about your ‘recklessness’ as he called it, scoffing and smashing your phone down on the island beside you, running a hand through your head.

You liked when Butcher was caring towards you, it was what made you start catching feelings for the man in the first place, but sometimes he just treated you like a kid, as if you could do nothing without him lecturing you beforehand.

On the other side, Butcher groans angrily as he notices you turned the call off and he throws his phone on the bed. “Fucking ‘ell” He curses to himself as he rubs his temples with his thumb and index fingers.

He knew you wouldn't drop it. You were a force of nature, but impulsive. Sometimes he loved it, sometimes he hated it.

This was time he wished you just listened.

The feeling in his gut that something wasn't right remained for the whole day, his head barely able to focus on anything else as he was too worried. Worried about you.

At about 8pm he was nervously biting on the side of his thumbnail trying to ignore his phone besides him as he told himself over and over he should call you to see if you were fine. The other (minor) side of him telling himself he should drop it. You were strong, you could pull it off and he didn't want to bruise his ego giving in to your stupid idea.

Fuck it.

He checked his phone to see a message from you. The address to said building. He smiled to himself and shook his head. Maybe you weren't so stupid after all.

He grabbed his keys and put on his black trench coat and a gun in the waistband of his jeans.

As he closed the door behind him he rushed to his car, wondering if you were okay or if something happened.

At the thought of you hurt he hurried his feet on the pavement to get faster to his car. To get faster to you.

He drove above the speed limit after he tried calling you 3 times, all going to voicemail. He cursed to himself as he arrived at the building and took in the sight in front of him.

The windows were busted and, as he got in, he could clearly see bullet holes on the walls and his heart started beating faster in his chest. Please be okay, please be alive, I can't lose you too.

He moves through crumbles and remains of the walls, taking his gun in his hand and moving slowly, aware of any danger.

The more he walked without any sight of you, the more worried he got.

As he went down the stairs to the basement he heard a low groan and his eyes widened and his whole body turned towards the noise.

The basement was a complete wreck. Shelves down on the ground, glass and books everywhere.

Then he saw you and his heart sank to his stomach. You were sitting down against the wall, a huge stab wound in your side where your hand was trying to keep pressure, which clearly wasn't enough as he took sight of the amount of blood beneath you and in your hands.

He took a quick look around and rushed to you, kneeling in front of you. He took notice of how pale you looked but still, at least, half conscious.

He held your shoulder with one hand and pressed the other over your wound making you wince in pain. His face was serious, angry. He didn't know if it was at you or at whoever did this to you but he was livid.

“What the fuck did ya do?” He asked through gritted teeth, not expecting an answer but you put your hand over his forearm, the blood staining his coat and smiled. You fucking smiled, that beatiful smile that could make Butcher melt from miles away.

“You came” You said, your voice low and hoarse and then you went into a coughing fit and Butcher held you to his chest.

“Easy, easy Kid” He said as he took a deep breath so as to not get emotional. He took your hand and pressed it over the bloody wound “I'm gonna need ya to keep pressure in this while I get ya out, c'mon”

You nodded weakly and pressed it as hard as you could while his other arm wrapped below your knees and lifted you up, the movement making you hiss.

He carried you out as quickly as possible as he placed you in the backseat of his car as he went to the driver's, turning the vehicle on and sprinting back to his place.

At the feeling of being safe, the adrenaline started wearing down and you were suddenly very tired. Your eyes closed as you felt your consciousness slip away and then you didn't feel anything anymore.

When you woke up again you were laying on a bed that wasn't yours, in a room that wasn't yours. Your head was pounding and breathing hurt and you let out a groan.

As your vision focused, you looked around and took in the place until your eyes caught a glimpse at someone on a chair besides you. Sleeping, with his arms crossed over his chest, was Butcher and you started remembering what happened.

You mindlessly put your hand over the neatly done bandaging in your stomach and looked at Butcher again.

“Butcher” You said, your voice low and weak. The man besides you stirs awake, his eyes opening slowly.

As he notices you're awake he gets up and places a hand on your forehead hurriedly, breathing deeply as if it was a relief seeing your eyes staring back at him.

“You're awake” He said, looking between your eyes.

As you looked back up at him guilt started pooling in your heart and you looked away, you smiled sadly.

“You were right” You mumbled and he pulled his hand away from your face and sighed angrily. He brushed a hand trough his face, his nostrils flaring up.

He didn't say anything, just stared at your bandaged wound, lost in thought, so you continued talking.

“They jumped me, some people that worked for Vought. I knocked some down but one of them caught me. Thay ran away after that, leaving me to die, apparently” You explained, still refusing to look at him “I'm sorry.”

At that, he looked at you again and you looked at him. He was angry and sad, his face gave it all away and you felt small under his stare. Maybe because you were laying down but still, you felt helpless.

“Why didn't ya fuckin’ listen to me” He said, his voice low, apparently calm and that was the most scary of it all. You preferred that he yelled at you, screamed in anger and never looked at you again then to act like this.

“You– I fuckin’ told ya” He said squinting his eyes as a hand goes to nudge at the wound and you grunt as he aplies pressure to it “Look at where your stupidity gotcha”

Tears prickle at the corner of your closed eyes as you grab at his wrist to pull it away from your skin, your own hand covering the bandage protectively as you glare at him. You knew you fucked up but what was going on with him?

“What the fuck Butcher!” You exclaim through your teeth as the pain eases away “I know I should've listened to you, I already said I'm sorry!”

“Sorry don’ cut it!” He finally yells at you, making you shrink as he points a finger at your face. “When I arrived the color on your face was gone! You were basically dead as I carried ya out! There was blood everywhere, Y/N”

He turned his back to you, and sighed loudly. If it was possible, smoke would be coming out of his ears.

You felt your eyes water. He seemed more than angry and you hated that you were the reason that he felt like this.

“How long was I out?” You asked lowly as you forced yourself to sit with your back against the headboard, making a face at the sting in your belly.

“About 52 hours” He replies, his back still turned to you and your eyes widen in shock and look at his back.

His head was down and his hands were both on his own waist.

You nodded even if he couldn't see you, more so to acknowledge it to yourself. As you let the information sink in, Butcher leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

He couldn't let you see the tears forming in his eyes as all his thoughts went back to your limp body on his arms and the hours he spent beside the bed, holding your hand and talking to you while you were in your coma. He wanted to hug you, hold you and he couldn't bear the idea of losing you. Not when he hadn't told you anything about what he wanted from you.

How everytime you looked at him with those bright eyes he felt like he could drown in them, how your smile was the reason he got out of bed every morning, how your voice was like a beautiful tune that was hypnotizing. How your lips always provoked his deepest desires to emerge.

Seeing you bleeding broke him apart further then it should've and that scared him. He had sworn to never care for someone this much since the last time he felt this his heart got torn to pieces by Becca.

He shouldn't. He couldn't.

But he also couldn't help that every time you touched him he felt his skin warm up and his heart accelerate.

He pressed his forehead to the shut door and mentally cursed himself over and over again, he didn't know what to do until he saw the handle turn and the door slowly open.

You opened the door, a hand on your waist to ease the pain as you looked at him teary eyed.

He made a confused face with slight worry but then you choked out a sob and threw both of your arms around his neck and started to cry against his shoulder.

Butcher was shocked until his arms eased themselves around your lower back. One hand rubbed up and down as he felt your tears wet his shirt.

“I was– so scared” You admitted, shaking with your sobs and gripping his shirt tightly under your fingers to make sure he wasn't going anywhere. “It was so cold. The only thing that kept me breathing was when…when I looked at my phone and you– you were calling” You sobbed harder after each word, your body trembling.

“When you left voicemails…I was happy because if I…” You swallowed “If I died I would at least hear your voice one last time”

His grip around you tightened and one of his hands went into your hair as he adjusted your head into his chest, his jaw above you as he closed his eyes. He felt a tingle in his heart at your words, a spark of love lighting itself up in bad weather.

“Shh, you're fine now, you're ‘ere, alive, I'm 'ere” He whispered comfortably as you kept crying and he thought of all the things he wanted to tell you.

“And I know I was stupid. That I– That I should've listened but I want her dead, I want Homelander dead and I just–” You choked “I just wanted to have control over something, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry”

He gently swayed both your bodies side to side, a comforting hand rubbing at your scalp. Butcher didn't say anything, just letting you get it all out until your breathing calmed down.

The tears had stopped flowing and now you were just sniffing, your cheeks puffy and your eyes red. He grabbed both sides of your face and pulled you back to look into your eyes, a hint of a smile on his face.

“Feel betta’?” He asked and you nodded slightly and he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before looking into your beautiful orbs again. “I'm sorry too, luv, I really am”

You opened your mouth to protest but he silenced you before you could speak.

“I shouldn’ have said those things t'ya, I was just– Angry, but not at you” He gently brushed his thumb over your cheek, drying a stubborn tear rolling down your face. “I was angry at myself”

Apparently you made a face at him because he gave you a thin-lipped smile.

“I was angry because I knew you were going anyway an’ I let'ya go alone. If I was there, this wouldn’ have happened”

He took a deep breath before continuing.

“I was scared that I'd neva see ya smile again, see your beautiful eyes look into mine, hear your stunnin' voice” He hugged you again, his hands wrapping you in a warm embrace. He didn't want to let you go in fear this was a dream and he buried his face in the crook of your neck before finishing.

“I was scared I would neva be able to tell ya tha�� I love ya” He mumbles in your neck as his arms tighten around you and a shiver runs through you.

William Butcher loved you.

Your hands grabbed at his shoulders and pushed him back lightly as you looked into his eyes.

Your expression doesn’t give anything away and Butcher starts to feel sick as he thinks he's going to be rejected. He prepares for impact.

Then you smile.

Your smile wide because you feel warm. Warmed by his love. Diferently then the cold night at the building.

Your hands travel up to both sides of his face as you pull him in. You go slowly, waiting to see if he'd pull back but he surprises you with a strong, passionate kiss, making you gasp in surprise.

The world feels small around you as his hands grab at your waist, careful not to hurt you as you pour out every feeling you bottled up through the years in that kiss.

And Butcher was consumed by you, by every single inch of you, by every part of your being. Your voice was a melodic chorus to his ears, your lips a river to which he was drowning in, your body the perfect fit for his.

When you pull away from each other with rushed breaths you're still smiling, your hand caressing his beard covered cheek.

“I love you too” You whisper and Butcher smashes his lips against yours again, making you giggle in surprise.

Now that they had each other it was them against the world. Nothing could tear them apart because they were made for one another, the flames of their souls dancing together in a single rhythm.

They didn't know or didn't feel it but ever since the first time they had locked eyes the destiny made their paths merge into a single one at one point in both their lives. And this was it. Two souls bound, forever.

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Not What We Bargained For

PART 2 of 2

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<< Request >> "If it's possible, could you make a story about harry hating you and you didn't know why and then one day you have to share a hotel room with him and you find him jacking off in bed!?! Smut obviously and a fluff ending please?" @pandisasterthatlived

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Summary: Harry dislikes YN. She dislikes him. As long as they avoid each other, they can manage to be in the same office. But an unexpected work trip creates more tension than anticipated.

A/N: Well, the people have spoken and I am more than happy to have listened! Hopefully those of you who enjoyed the first part will enjoy this part just as much.

>> Warnings: 18+ ONLY: Some explicit language, workplace rivalry & jealousy, alcohol consumption, SMUT - oral (male receiving), fingering, unprotected penetration

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YN knows Harry's not her biggest fan, and she really doesn't know what she did to make him hate her so much, but she's accepted the fact that working closely with Harry just isn't a pleasant experience.

This work trip has been no exception. It wasn't the original plan for her to be there, but she idiotically assumed he would at least appreciate the help. She was wrong.

The way he cut her off during the meeting, and scolded her afterwards, she really shouldn't be surprised.

She was worried he'd be snappy again this morning, since she had heard him tossing and turning during the night, but his mood is completely different. He's smiling, joking, and even winked a couple of times. It's totally throwing her off and she's not really sure how to handle it.

But she knows Harry hates her, and that the friendliness is just due to the fact that he is closing the deal today. At least things will be pleasant, if it keeps going this way.

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Harry knows that the YN in his dream was not the real one. What she said and did was only what he had created in his mind for her to say and do. The way he would've wanted her to.

But that's the thing. Now he knows he wants it and he can't stop thinking about it. Does her skin feel as smooth as it looked before she got into her bed? What do her lips actually taste like? Are they as soft as he imagined? How would his name sound if she moaned it while he touched her?

A few of those questions cause a heat to rise in his body, and he is thankful she is getting changed in the bathroom so he can calm the sudden twitch between his legs. Not in the way he'd like to, because if he's honest, the only way he really wants to resolve it involves her. For now he just has to will it away.

As soon as she exits the bathroom, Harry stands up from the bed, getting a quick glance at her before she glances her eyes up to him.

"We have a little bit of time before we need to be there." He walks a little closer to her and can sense her breathing quickens. He thinks he might be making her flustered, and he likes it. "Want to grab some coffee and a bite to eat first?"

He notices her just staring, and he raises an eyebrow as he waits for an answer he thought would come easily to her. Either a yes or a no.

"Fine." She shrugs, turning away from him as she quickly grabs her bag and begins to exit the hotel room. "We can go over… your… plan for the meeting."

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"Mr. Styles, I'm just having a few doubts about this section of the contract." Mr. Tills states, pointing down to the paperwork in front of him.

Both Harry and YN lean closer, one on each side of the potential new client, as they read over the words that seem to be making him hesitant.

"Well-" They both utter at the same time, causing YN's gaze to shoot up at him and be met with a cheeky smirk. Her brow furrows in confusion at his gesture and he feels a small pain in his chest.

"Go ahead, Ms. YLN." Harry encourages, hoping to redeem himself for the scolding he had given her during the last meeting. Even before he had that tantalizing dream last night, he had laid in bed and gone over the day's events, remembering the expression of embarrassment she displayed. He originally attributed it to her pride, but ever since then he thinks he may have been wrong.

Her eyes widen at his approval and she gives a quick bite of her bottom lip, which thankfully the businessman seated next to her cannot see. But as Harry matches her gesture, she straightens up and clears her throat, focusing back on the client and the questions he needs answered.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Tills, this just means…"

Harry sits back in his chair, becoming enamored by the way she so easily explains things to this man. She is using simple words to help with understanding, without being condescending. She gives straightforward answers, but with all the necessary details. She really is good at her job, and Harry regrets not knowing that sooner.

If they can learn to work together better, they can work together more, and they can be an unstoppable team. Together.

And, of course, he cannot overlook the fact that he would much rather look at her than Doug. Her hair is down like it was last night, flawless no matter where it lays, and her lips are glossed just enough to make them shine. They look so soft, and move so seductively. He wants to be closer to them, to her. Especially in that burgundy blazer, matching pants, and a black silk camisole. It fits her body so well. He wonders, so inconveniently at this moment, if she is wearing a thong underneath, like he had envisioned during his dream in the very early hours of the morning.

"I see. Yes. Thank you for clearing that up."

Harry is snapped out of his YN-centered thoughts at his client's statement.

"Well, I think we've gone over everything then." Mr. Tills states, swiping his pen along the last few pages of the contract. "The two of you are quite a team! I look forward to working with you more."

"Thank you so much Mr. Tills." Harry replies, smiling at YN, and gathering the paperwork before shaking the man's hand. "We both look forward to it as well."

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"We should… grab a drink." Harry suggests, a small and subtle smirk appearing at the corner of his lips, as they settle back into their hotel room.

"What?"

"To celebrate."

"Oh, right." YN clears the lump in her throat. "The 'Styles way'… so… sure."

"Your enthusiasm is overwhelming." He chuckles, shaking his head with sarcasm, but feeling a slight amount of disappointment build up in his chest. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Oh! No, I'll go. A drink sounds nice." She replies, still a little stunned by his suggestion. She's usually very good at problem-solving, it's what makes her so good at her job, but she cannot figure out the reason behind this sudden kindness he seems to be extending to her.

"Great!" He grins. "I kinda wanna get outta these rags though. S'alright if I take a shower and change first?"

"Oh. Yeah."

Her mind is racing as he grabs his toiletries and heads to the bathroom. He's being so nice, and it's probably just the excitement of closing the deal, but it is still throwing her off, as has been basically all day.

She rummages through her suitcase to find an appropriate outfit, wondering what the hell she should wear to get a drink with the coworker who hates her, but is suddenly being cordial. She doesn't realize how long she's been staring at her clothes until she hears the shower turn off, and a growl comes from Harry.

"Shit! Umm… YN…?"

"Yeah…" She awkwardly replies.

"I forgot my change of clothes." He clears his throat. "I need to come out to grab them."

"Okay." She responds, shrugging her shoulders as if he can see the gesture.

"So that means I need to come out in my towel."

Her heart stops for a moment. She's never even seen Harry in casual clothing, and now he will be walking around with a rectangle piece of cotton wrapped around his body.

"Oh. Okay."

She hears the door open and keeps her eyes fixed on her pile of clothes, pretending to search for something to wear even though she has it already picked out.

"Are you gonna shower too?" He asks, causing her to whip her head around to him, and a blush immediately fills her cheeks.

She was hoping his body would be ugly in some way, even though she knew that was not going to be the case. He's attractive, she's always thought that, and everyone else in the office would agree. But the sight before her is something even more gorgeous than she could've imagined.

His chest, stomach, and arms are riddled with tattoos. She would have never known that, had it not been for this moment. He has always worn a suit. A very nice, perfectly fitted suit. But, admittedly, she finds that the tattoos make him even more attractive. There's a cross necklace sitting perfectly on his chest between two inked sparrows, and his muscles are sculpted like a monument. Even his wet curly locks manage to lay in such a beautifully effortless manner.

And then there's the towel. The towel that wraps around his waist just below two fern leaf tattoos, and her mind can't help but wonder what been covered underneath.

"YN? Are you gonna take a shower?" His question, and the sound of his suitcase, snap her out of those enticing thoughts.

"Yeah. Yes." She gulps, hoping he didn't catch her staring, as she quickly grabs her stuff. "I'll, yeah, go do that now."

"M'gonna just change out here then."

He chuckles as he notices the blush on her cheeks and her sudden frazzled demeanor. He saw her gaze fixate on his body, but if she were the one in the towel, he'd do the same thing. Unfortunately for him, he won't get to see that, because she remembered to take her change of clothes into the bathroom.

YN's thoughts ignite a heat inside as she turns on the shower, unable to shake the vision of what Harry would look like naked. Though, there wasn't much left to imagine.

She's heard rumors around the office, brushing them off since that's never been information she's needed, cared about, or considered as anything but gossip. But now, as she's alone in the bathroom, it's all she can think about.

None of it is appropriate. Not only is he a coworker, not that it would truly matter, but he hates her. That wouldn't suddenly change. Sure, he's being pleasant now, but once the high from the successful deal wears off and they go back to the office, things will go back to the way they were.

She quickly washes off, realizing she hasn't actually done any of her shower routine yet, and needs to hurry as to not keep Harry waiting much longer.

After she steps out and dries off, she throws on a pair of nice jeans and an off-the-shoulder top, finishing with a light layer of makeup.

She walks out of the bathroom to see Harry looking in the wall mirror, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, leaving the top three buttons undone. He's always looked good in his suits, but the tease of his sparrow tattoos and his more casual outfit is something else altogether.

He spins around and she notices he gives her outfit a quick glance up and down, probably examining whether she is dressed appropriately, which she does second guess after seeing how good he looks.

"You look nice." He states, not even attempting to hide the act of his top teeth biting down on his bottom lip. "Really good."

"Oh. Thank you." She clears her throat, almost stunned by his compliment, surprised by both the blush that instantly forms on her cheeks, and the look in his eyes that she would almost describe as desire. "You do too."

"Ready?" He asks, putting on a watch and a few rings to match.

"I just…" She points down by the foot of her bed. "Just have to put on my heels."

She proceeds to strap her feet in, trying to compose herself before grabbing her clutch, and leading the way out through the hotel room door.

The two walk down the hallway in silence towards the elevator, and again in silence waiting for it to reach their floor.

As the doors open and she begins to enter, his warm hand lays gently on the small of her back, causing her to tense up for a quick moment.

He pushes the button and leans against the back wall, arms casually across his body and his cologne swirls around her.

She leans her shoulder against the side wall, staring at the elevator doors, and shaking all of these random, inappropriate thoughts out of her head. This is Harry after all. Harry, who she works with. Harry, who basically scolded her yesterday for trying to help. Harry, who hates her, and who seems to have no reason to feel any other way.

It doesn't matter what he looks, what he smells like, what sudden and random and small amount of amiability he is throwing her way today. It doesn't matter how heat pooled between her legs at the sight of him half naked. He is still Harry, and Harry still hates her.

So why does she all of a sudden feel him standing behind her, his breath softly hitting the back of her neck? And why is it causing her heart to race and her knees to feel weak?

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"How about two tequila shots?" Harry asks, his lips pulling in and eyes going wide as they both sit on stools at the bar.

"Tequila?" She groans.

"This is my celebration, right?" He teases, nudging her arm with his elbow as he sends her a wink, then grabbing the attention of the bartender to order their drinks.

Even though she's wondering why he's acting this way, she does like seeing him so relaxed, so happy, and dare she say, even a bit flirty. If they actually got along, she'd be extremely flattered and giddy.

"You're right. We are doing it the 'Styles way', so… tequila shots it is." She shrugs, watching as a grin spreads widely across his face, and causing his dimples to cave in deeply. She sees how he can win anyone over, and if she didn't know any better, she'd think that's what he is trying to do to her.

"Cheers!" Harry exclaims, grabbing a shot glass as soon as it's placed in front of them. They clink together and he smiles against the rim as her face contorts into one of disgust when she takes the liquid down.

"Oh god. The 'Styles way' is… painful." She whines, wiping a drop of tequila from her lips. She looks up to be met with Harry's entrancing dimples again, and her breath stops for a moment. How strong is this tequila? Because she is already feeling hot and bothered.

"Should we have another?" He asks, and she figures it might be worth it if it can help her to relax. She nods and he signals the bartender again, catching glimpses of her from the side of his eye whenever he gets the chance. She looks so good, yet somewhat uncomfortable, and he wants to remedy that.

The glasses are placed in front of them again, and they raise them up as Harry sarcastically clears his throat to make a toast.

"To… us! And… our… successful trip! Yeah?"

He smiles and shrugs, playfully, as he brings the glass to his lips. He's smiling, but there's something that's bothering her, something that she needs to get off her chest.

"You know…" She takes her next shot and furrows her brow. "Just because I wasn't originally assigned to work on this with you, doesn't mean I would've ruined it for you."

"Oh, umm, yeah…" Harry stutters, taken aback by the sudden change of demeanor and tone in her voice. He had sensed she was uncomfortable but didn't expect this.

"I get that you are the top guy or whatever, but I work hard too."

"Okay." He replies, unable to get any other words out due to the sudden confrontation.

"I try to give ideas that'll help everyone, I try to take all the assignments that no one wants to do…" She pinches the bridge of her nose before swiftly dropping it and looking back at him. "I worked on three accounts with Susan. Nobody likes Susan!"

"I like Sus-"

"Fuck off, no you don't."

Harry can't help but laugh. He knows she was just correcting him, but he loves her banter. If it weren't the completely wrong moment, he'd tell her she looks cute when she's mad.

"No, you're right, she's terrible."

Another frown appears on her brow and he can see her jaw clench tightly.

"Yeah, well… you're difficult to impress anyway."

"What?"

"Nevermind." She utters, turning back towards the bartender to signal for another round. She crosses her arms around herself, and Harry can see how quickly her chest is moving as she tries to catch her breath.

"Tell me." He responds, unintentionally reaching out to her chin and turning her head to look at him. Her breath hitches and expression softens for a moment. He inhales deeply, as the first real touch of her skin, and the gentle yet passionate look in her eyes, sends a spark through his veins. His hand drops and he clears his throat, continuing to keep his eye contact as he scoots a little closer. "Please."

Her eyes shoot down to his hand and back up to his face, a little stunned that he touched her, and with such tenderness. Her mind is scrambling to figure out why he did it, because she liked it.

"It's… it's just that… well, you're an asshole." She states bluntly.

"Oh, okay." He chuckles.

"Well, you don't like me for some reason, and you don't want to work with me…"

"Right. Well, I didn't know I was missing out on all this." He replies sarcastically as he points between the two of them.

"See? There it is again." She rolls her eyes, even though she holds back a smirk, actually being entertained by his witty comeback. "I'm gonna need another round."

"Allow me." Harry smirks as he gets his wallet out, wanting more than anything to keep this night going, to spend more time with her like this. The longer they interact, the more he is enchanted by her, and maybe he can prove her wrong.

"Wow, Styles, a gentlemanly gesture?" She quips, causing a grin to spread across his face.

"It was bound to happen sometime."

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The night is actually going well. After a couple more shots and a lot of laughs, the two of them are finally getting along. Of course, the alcohol is helping.

Harry regrets never seeing YN like this. She's smart, fun, and sexy. The way her hair flows around her is angelic, and the lavender and vanilla scent that washes over him when she moves is delicious. He sneaks glimpses of her body whenever she turns away, her outfit hugging every curve perfectly.

As she plants her last shot glass down on the bar counter, she looks over to Harry to continue their current conversation.

"Okay, well if we're gonna talk about 'office hookups' then get this…" She pauses, quickly noticing his tongue slide over his lips while he shoots his gaze down to hers for a moment, and she feels yet another blush rising up. "Umm, so… yeah, did you know… that Doug has been hooking up with Betty?"

"Betty? From accounting?" He asks.

"Mhmm." She nods, giggling as she sees his jaw drop down and his gorgeous green eyes grow wide. She's beginning to wonder how long it would take to make her way out if she got lost in them.

"He's twenty-six. Isn't she like… forty?"

"The heart wants what the heart wants I guess." She shrugs, and finds herself unintentionally winking, holding her breath when he winks back.

Harry wants YN, that much he knows for sure.

"Makes me wonder if he isn't actually sick with the flu…" He crosses his arms, pulling one index and thumb to pinch his lip, a mischievous smirk on his face. "Maybe he just has… Betty fever…"

She lets out a loud laugh, bending over slightly and grabbing onto his forearm as she does. The touch gets his heart pumping faster.

"You wouldn't have to be here with me if he could just keep it in his pants."

"But we're getting along..." He states, displaying a wide grin.

"Oh, we're getting along now?" She giggles, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah. M'glad you're here actually, instead of Doug. I like being around you. A lot."

"Wait, what?" She scoffs, watching as his face provides no hint of sarcasm. "I think you've had enough to drink, Styles."

"M'serious, YN." He furrows his brow.

"Oh, come on..."

"I am!" He exclaims, running his hand through his perfectly tousled curls, somehow managing for them to still lay in exactly the right way. He scoots closer, causing YN's breath to hitch as she takes in his scent.

"Harry… come on… I appreciate the gesture, but I know you don't, and it's fine. We can enjoy the victory, drink, and then go bac-"

"YN, m'tryna say, m'sorry for being an asshole. I was wrong about you. You're fun, and smart. Honestly, I probably wouldn't have gotten the account without you." He replies, watching intently to gauge her reaction, feeling a thumping in his chest as he can sense her warmth.

"Harry..." She replies, crossing her arms around her waist, partly expecting some sort of sarcastic comment, but also slightly enjoying an actual compliment from him being directed at her.

"You impressed them, YN. And…" He admits, his heartbeat racing more now as her attention stays on him. "You impressed me."

He takes a step towards her once again, close enough for her to feel his warmth, but her body freezes. His breath is quickening and so is hers, as he stares down to her lips for yet another time tonight, wanting nothing more than to feel them against his.

"Everything about you does."

Her thoughts are racing. Is he just complimenting her work skills, or is it something more? She wants it to be something more. She can feel him, so close, and her body heat starts rising. But it can't be what she thinks it is, or what she hopes it is. She has to get a grasp on things, on herself, and clear her thoughts.

"I, uh… I think I'm gonna… head back."

"Oh. You don't want another shot?"

"Umm, no. Thank you. I'll just… see you back in the room." She replies, swiftly getting off the barstool, completely flustered and thrown off. She grabs her bag, leaving some cash, and begins to walk away.

"Wait. Shit. YN." Harry responds hurriedly, his footsteps quickly following behind.

"Hey, YN, hold on."

Right before reaching the elevator, her heel gives out and she stumbles. Suddenly, Harry's strong hands grab onto her waist to steady her. If her thoughts were bouncing around and the drinks weren't taking control of her body, she would hear how unsteady his breathing has become, and how hard he nervously just swallowed down the lump in his throat.

She lets out a huff, confused and flustered, and even a little angry at all these conflicting feelings for him. And all these conflicting actions from him.

He spins her around to face him, his palms still holding her waist and his deep green eyes staring into hers. Her breath hitches as she notices his gaze drop to her lips again, and then his tongue licks his own, which has been happening a lot tonight.

"What are you trying to accomplish, Styles?"

"What do you mean?"

Her gaze drops down to where his warm hands are gripping her, gently and safely, but also seemingly determined and purposeful.

"I'm… trying to keep you from snapping your ankle and falling to the floor." He responds, flickering his gaze all over her face to decipher any clue she might be giving about how she feels. All he's wanted to do all night is be this close to her, closer in fact, and if catching her is how he'll get it, then he'll take it.

"No… I mean… well, yes thank you…" She stutters out, finding it much harder to articulate her point than she thought it would be. "But… you're being so… nice! And… I don't know, but like, what the fuck? Why?"

"A guy can't be nice, and enjoy a night out, YN?"

She brings her hands up, not immediately realizing that they are pressing against Harry's chest until her focus clears up to find a smug look on his face, as his eyes stay stare down.

"Not you!" She quickly responds, balling up her fists against him, composing herself as much as possible to be as clear and deliberate with her next statement. "Not you with me! You're never nice to me! You hate me! You always have! And now all of a sudden you're just being nice, and complimenting me, and getting so… close? I don't get it! And it's just so confusing because it's like… why are you staring at my lips like you wanna k-"

Her sentence is cut short as Harry's palms swiftly cup both of her cheeks and his lips press firmly against hers. For those few seconds, she loses all clarity and indulges in the sweet but sensual pressure of his lips. Now she knows what they feel like, and even in her intoxicated state, she probably won't forget the feeling.

He pulls away and they both exhale heavily.

"What the-" She begins to whisper, interrupted by the elevator doors opening.

They both head in, tucking themselves in the back corner, away from the older couple on the other side. Harry continues to face her, still staring into her eyes, and causing an increase in her heart rate. She's worried he can read her thoughts with the way his piercing gaze burns into her.

She opens her mouth to speak, but he shakes his head, placing one hand back on her waist and giving it a gentle squeeze. The touch alone sends shivers down her spine. The questions she had are seeming to dissipate.

The doors open to their floor, and he guides her out of the elevator by placing a hand on her back. In a daze, she silently leads the way to their room.

They walk inside and she turns around to face him as he closes the door, finally regaining a bit of her clarity.

"What the hell was that?"

He quickly closes the distance between them, but despite her shocked expression, and much to Harry's surprise, she doesn't move.

He steps closer, leaving them an inch or two apart, exchanging quick breaths that mix between them.

Her heart begins to race as her gaze drops to his lips, seeing his tongue peek out to lick his own.

"I don't hate you, YN." He smirks. "I want you. So fucking bad."

"Wh-... What?" She utters, unsure if her words were loud enough for him to hear. Her head is spinning, but in a way that she can distinguish is not from those drinks.

He gently places his palms on her hips again and leans his mouth close to her ear, letting out a heavy breath.

"I want you." He whispers, pulling back with a smirk, flickering his gaze between her eyes, lips, and neck. "God, if only you knew what I really want to do with you right now."

A spark shoots through her body at his statement, seeing his eyes full of lust, and the warmth from his palms radiating to her core. She breathes out heavily, acknowledging that electricity has been charging between them this entire day, and now she can't deny that she wants him too. She wants him just as badly.

"So do it."

With a loud grunt, he suddenly spins them around, walking her backwards a few steps until her back is flush with the wall. His body presses into hers as he wraps one arm behind her back and the other holds the back of her neck.

He smiles as he exhales, placing his lips along her jaw, and moving them down her neck.

She grabs his biceps and lets out a breathy moan, causing the pressure of his kisses to increase.

One hand moves around from her hip, sliding along the top hem of her jeans, and stopping at her front button. It takes him no time to undo it and pull down the zipper, causing excitement to race through her at the thought of how good he must be with his hands.

His large, warm palm smooths its way into her jeans and runs along the outside of her panties, extracting a breathy moan from her lips as she pulls away from his.

He is savoring every second of this already. He doesn't even care now if this is another wet dream, she's delicious and he doesn't intend on stopping, or second-guessing.

Especially as she reaches down and begins to rub her hand over the bulge in his pants that's been yearning for her. The touch alone sends him spinning and his fingers dip into her panties, running up and down her center, as he finds out what he's doing to her.

"You're so wet, YN." He chuckles in a low, deep tone. "So wet for me, yeah?"

"Yes." She whispers in reply, squirming and aching for him to give her more. "For you… yes."

"All for me. I like that. And… m'hard for you." He admits, running his lips down her neck and across her shoulder, purposefully sucking to leave distinctive marks of what's currently taking place. Proof that this pleasurable moment was real for the both of them.

The statement sends a wave of excitement through her and she grabs onto his bulge through his pants.

"Bloody hell." He growls, nuzzling his head into her shoulder and placing his lips firmly in that one spot. He dips his fingers into her pussy, the slick noise giving him a strong boost to his ego.

"Oh my god." She moans, as he curls his fingers and instantly finds that tender spot that sends her in a daze. She moans out again and he repeats those motions, perfectly each time.

"Harry…"

"Fuck." He utters. "Say it again. Sounds so sexy when you moan my name."

"Harry… please…"

"What is it you're wanting?"

"You." She whispers, not entirely sure what she's asking for, just knowing she wants more of whatever he wants to give her. "I want you."

"Wanna feel me deep inside of you?"

She simply nods, unable to even utter her desires to him, with her mouth dropped open and her eyes squeezed shut.

"You'll have it, baby. I'll give it to you." He moans in her ear. "I'll give you all of it."

He pulls out his fingers and brings them up to his mouth, locking eyes with her as he licks off everything that they are covered in.

He grabs her hand and begins to pull her off the wall, but she pulls him right back into her.

"I want you to fuck me right here." She proclaims, biting her lower lip as she watches his pupils expand. "Fuck me raw.

"For fucks sake!" He breathes out, doing his best not to fall to his knees at her words. "You want it that bad?"

"I don't want to give you the satisfaction of answering that." She quips.

"Oh we'll both be satisfied when we're done, darling. I'll make sure of that."

If she weren't being held up by the wall behind her, and the strikingly gorgeous man pressed up in front of her, she'd be melting. His words alone seem to be sending her body into a frenzy, and the lustful look in his eyes just adds to the excitement coursing through her.

"Prove it." She teases, causing his lips to smash against hers again with a new veracity.

He draws back, moving his lips across her shoulder before kneeling and sliding her jeans and panties off. She was, in fact, wearing a thong, and his dick twitch. He kisses up her legs as he gracefully removes her heels, impressing her even that much more. She removes her shirt as he removes his, then helps him unbutton his pants as he hastily wriggles out of them, his hard dick springing out at the sudden freedom.

She can't help but stare. She's heard the rumors, and she felt him through his pants. But seeing his gorgeous naked body and his thick, throbbing dick on display in front of her sends every ounce of blood rushing to her core. She wants him badly. So badly. And by the determined look in his eyes, she knows she won't have to wait much longer to have him.

He stands in front of her, both with shallow breaths and rapid heart rates. She places her hands on his toned, tattooed chest and bites her lip at how firm it feels. It is strong, and inviting, and even sexier than what she had imagined while taking her shower.

But her mind is taken off his chest and travels down along with her hands, down his abs and hips, until she is kneeling in front of him.

"I thought…" He breathes out. "I thought you wanted me inside of you…"

She grabs his base and looks innocently up to him through her lashes. "I just want a taste first."

He throws his head back as her lips touch his most sensitive skin. He thought about this, he dreamed about this, but he never imagined it would actually feel like this.

"Oh… fuck, that feels good!" He moans, grabbing her hair tightly as the nails of her free hand dig slightly into his thigh.

She glides her tongue up his length, licking his tip before taking him all in again. She begins to pull back, and then takes him even deeper, causing a shaky breath to leave his lips as he hits the back of her throat.

"You're… fuck… you're so good at that." He throws his head back and exhales. "And taking me so… so well."

She pops off him for a moment and smirks as she sees the pleasure plastered all over his face.

"That good huh?"

"So good." He answers, tilting his head down to see the beautiful sight of her knelt down in front of him, her lips plump and her cheeks red. "But… m'not gonna last if you keep doing that."

He releases her hair and she kisses her way up his body, sucking harder on his shoulder and the base of his neck, but she stops as she feels Harry's hands squeezing on her ass and his teeth nibbling at her earlobe.

"Will you turn around, baby?"

She nods and does what he asks, resting her forearms on the wall, bending at her waist, and pushing out towards Harry.

His breath stops for a moment at the sight of her. Her body is so enticing and he can't wait to get more of it. He runs both hands up her back, reveling in the smoothness of her skin. It's so smooth and he knew it would be. He holds her hip in one hand, and grabs the base of his cock with the other, giving himself a few pumps before he runs his tip against her entrance. He's coated in her immediately and he hums as she lets out a subtle, but sensual exhale.

He guides himself slowly and a shudder takes over her body at the feel of his thick cock sliding against her walls. He isn't even fully inside of her yet and she is already feeling her knees get weak.

"Oh my god." She utters, each syllable drawn out as sensation takes over her. Every inch of him is touching every inch of her, and he is stretching her in the best way possible. "It… it feels so good."

"Tell me what feels good."

"You." She whispers, dropping her head between her arms as he hits the deepest part of her. "You feel so… mmm… so good in me."

"I like being in you." He replies, beginning to pump in faster as he grabs both hips to keep her ass against him.

"Oh god, Harry!" She can't help the loud moan that leaves her lips as his hand runs up her body, resting it on the back of her neck.

Hearing his name come from her mouth gets him wild, just like it did in his dream. But this is so much better, and he wants to hear it over and over and over, so he thrusts harder and harder.

"I think you were made to take my dick, YN."

As she moans again, he knows he loves to hear it, but now he also wants to watch it. He slows his pace and smirks as he hears her whimper.

"Hold on, baby, I wanna see you." He runs his hands up and down her sides one more time before pulling out and guiding her by the hips to turn around.

She looks as if she is in a blissful daze and it sends goosebumps all over his skin. She's liking it, and he's the one doing it for her. In his dream, it went so fast, but now he's gonna savor as much of this as he can.

She feels his palms grab the backs of her thighs and his strong arms, ones that could be sculpted in marble, pulling and holding her up so her back is flush against the wall again. She instantly wraps her legs around his waist, and reaches down to guide his dick back into her. They both exhale heavily as he resumes his thrusts and her hands instantly grip onto the slight curls on the back of his head. As she tugs, he grunts, so she does it again and smirks at the noise he makes.

"Harry…"

There it is again, his name coming from her lips, and his head shoots up from watching where they are connected to meet her gaze.

"I'm close." She whispers, biting her lip as his dimples pull in from the devious smirk that forms.

He leans closer, his lips no more than an inch from her ear. "Soak me."

"Oh my god." She pants out, feeling her stomach begin to tighten. "Harry, I'm… I'm…"

He begins kissing and nipping at her neck. His fingers dig into her ass cheeks and her mouth drops open, squeezing her eyes shut and throwing her head back against the wall.

"Look at me." Harry states.

She brings her head back and meets the intense gaze from his gorgeous emerald eyes, locked right on her.

"Harry." She whines, resisting the urge to squeeze her eyes shut again. He thrusts in harder, and deeper, and her walls clench around him as a blissful sensation runs through her veins. "Oh god, yes!"

He smashes his lips against hers and that does it. It all flows out of her and shivers her entire body as her orgasm takes over. He pulls his face back and stares with a smirk as she works through the pure ecstasy she's just been given.

As she does what she can to regain control of her breath, he grabs her tighter and walks over to the closest bed, sitting down with her straddling his lap.

One arm wraps completely around her waist as the other travels up into her hair. His eyes flicker all over her face and once they land on her lips, he meets them with his. The hand on the back of her head pushes closer, deepening the kiss as his tongue swiftly parts between, causing a whimper to fall out from her.

She tangles her fingers into his locks, beginning to grind on his lap as his hands explore every inch of her body. She leans down and begins placing kisses all down his neck, finding the exact spots that get him to squirm. As he scoots back slightly and positions one arm on the bed to hold himself up, she begins to bounce on his lap.

"This is a sight! I like it." He chuckles, his hand gripping onto her hip. Never did he think he'd see her like this, even his dream didn't do her justice. "It's gorgeous. Fuck, you're gorgeous."

She moves her lips to his, kissing as if they are starving, finally consuming the other. Each has their hands pulling on the other's hair, and she lets out a whimper when Harry's lips move to her breasts.

"Oh my god, Harry!" She tugs harder. "That… yeah, right there… feels so good."

"Yeah? Who's making you feel this good, baby?" He utters against her skin.

"You! Oh my god." She moans. "You are."

"Gonna make you cum again too, aren't I?"

"Yes." She whispers out, biting her lower lip. "You… you are. I'm so close already."

He grabs both of her hips, matching her rhythm as he gets deeper inside of her.

"I am too." He admits, squeezing her hips harder as he feels himself hit the back of her walls. "Making me… fuck… making me feel so good too."

"Good." She moans, meeting his gaze and resting her forehead against his as they continue their movements. "I want you to… to fill me up."

"I will. Fuck, I'm close." He grunts, spicking up his pace enough to that it makes her stop moving, his dick smacking into her with the most sensual sound. "I'll be… dripping out of you… all night."

"Then give it to me." She utters, sending Harry over the edge as his dick slams all the way in and he releases everything he has into her, coating her walls.

"Fuck, YN." He whispers, doing what he can to keep his pace and get her to reach her own peak.

"Harry…"

"Say it again." He asks, grabbing her chin to stare into her eyes, watching as they fill with pleasure. "YN, say my name again."

"H-... Harry! Oh my god!" She exclaims, squeezing tightly around him as she reaches her second orgasm, her head dropping to his shoulder as his strong arms wrap around her waist.

He scoots back, further onto the bed, keeping himself inside her to capture as much of this feeling as he can. He rolls her onto her back, and hovers over as he watches her regain control of herself.

She reaches up, running a hand through his sweaty hair and smoothing it over his cheek. His eyes close, resting into her touch, and her heart flutters.

As he finally pulls out and rolls off, she curls into him, wanting to still feel his touch, to still feel him close.

He runs his fingers up and down her arm, able to feel her heartbeat against his skin.

"YN, that was…"

"Outstanding?" She replies, causing his chest to vibrate with a chuckle as he's reminded of the words he chose for her to speak last night. Apparently he chose the right words.

"Way better than I dreamed it would be." He cheerfully exhales, basking in the knowledge that it actually happened this time.

"You dreamed about me?" She asks quietly, lifting her head to watch his expression change to embarassment. She suddenly feels a heat rush to her cheeks and a giddiness in her stomach.

"Umm…"

"Were you dreaming about me last night?"

"Yes…" A red hue rushes to his own cheeks and he smacks his palm against his face.

"Wait." She props herself up on her elbow with a smug grin spread across her face. "Is that why you were so nice to me today?"

"For fucks sake." He mumbles, one arm still around her waist and the other hand still flat against his face. "Yes. It… felt so real, but it wasn't, and… I wanted it to be…"

"Aww. That's kind of adorable, Styles." She giggles, jokingly tickling his side. Yet he doesn't mind, he'll accept the adorableness, because he got what he was hoping for and more.

"Oh fuck you." He smiles.

"No, you already did that tonight." She replies, leaning down and gently nibbling his earlob between her teeth. "So save that one for tomorrow."

"Ooh, there's gonna be a tomorrow?" He wiggles his eyebrows as she brings her head back up and looks at him.

His hearts stop for a second as he sees the most devious smirk creep onto her face.

"Well, that is, if this isn't all a dream…"

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contentloadingandstuff · 1 year

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More parent headcanons with Dehya and Beidou?

Parent Headcanons - Dehya & Beidou

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Dehya & Beidou Xi

A/N: Since Dehya has not been released officially yet, I'll use the Sumeru namecard for her. For the same reason, she might be ooc.

Enjoy!

Dehya

The thought of being a parent caught her by complete surprise.

One evening, you were resting after a difficult job. After you patched up all the wounds, you quickly fell asleep and Dehya was left tracing circles on your stomach, staring up at the starry night sky.

Her mind wandered from one memory to another. Images of her childhood and her mother got her thinking. What would it be like to be a mother?

She found the idea laughable at first. A mercenary mother?

Dehya often looked at her hands and wondered - could these hands, the same ones that rip open throats on a daily basis, hold something so defenseless and precious?

The lion mane didn't think she was right for the job. The only thing she had been doing for years was kill. Hurt, cut and maim for the glittering Mora. Is she still even capable of love?

Dehya will reject the idea for weeks, months. But her mind won't let it go. She'll subconsciously pay more attention to any children she'll see, imagining herself as their caretaker.

After much consideration, she'll work up the courage to ask you.

"Do you think I would be... a good mother?"

After hearing your reassurance that she indeed would be, Dehya will reveal her recent worries to you in full.

She will sit down with you and discuss everything relating to your child. When you come to an agreement and make preparations, Dehya will arrange an entire free day for the making-of process. Just to make sure that you go through without any unnecessary hold-ups.

Dehya always imagined herself as the mother to a single child, a son to be precise. Having a male heir would ease a lot of her worries about their safety. In the desert, a lone woman, of any age really, is in more danger than any man. Also, her son would naturally be stronger, and have an easier time defending himself.

For the time of the pregnancy, Dehya will move with you to Aaru village. It's safe, but still close to her work. She won't go out for field work, obviously, but will gladly do other things to still earn money. It will be far easier if you keep doing jobs - you'll remain in the job market, and there can never be enough Mora.

Candace will gladly host her friend, and help her along the way. As the village caretaker, the woman has had lots of experience with children. She will makes sure that Dehya eats healthy foods, doesn't push herself and stay away from alcohol and other drugs. Candace will keep her company when you're away as well.

Childbirth and the early days of care will be small beans for Candace, who will teach Dehya how it should be done.

The lion mane will get softer after becoming a parent. If you get yourself injured more severely, you'll get a scolding you wouldn't expect from a fellow mercenary.

Dehya will assume a more off-field role within the Eremites - thanks to her fame, getting good contracts and long-term deals will be much easier. It also means she's in no direct danger of getting killed.

She'll bother you to do so as well, but if you don't... Well, it's your choice. She'll just ask you to stay safe, as her kid needs a father as well.

Dehya will make sure to arrange lots of quality time, all three of you involved. She really wants to make sure that her son will get all the love he deserves, from both sides, and grow out of a healthy, loving home.

She will make sure her child gets an education, and will pay for any dictionaries he might need. If her son wants to pursue a degree in the Akademiya, she'll help out financially as well. Mercenary work doesn't exactly pay little.

Despite having piles of money, Dehya won't spoil her child. Sure, she will give them plenty of gifts and toys she couldn't have in his age, but not that often.

Dehya is the perfect mix between strict and lenient. If not for Candace, she would be pretty demanding.

Yes, Candace plays an important role here. She will do her best to keep Dehya and her child safe. And also, she would never miss an opportunity to care for a child, especially of someone this close to her. She really wants her own heirs, but Candace hasn't found the right man yet.

Dehya won't give up fighting. Not at all, in fact - she'll help Candace clear out any monsters, Fatui or bandits that may come close to Aaru.

Her child will get plenty of fighting exercise as well, but with no actual killing involved - whether it be scorpions or Hilichurls.

Dehya is well aware that her way of life isn't exactly a good example for her son. She will make sure he doesn't pursue the same path of bloodshed - that would put him not only at a huge risk of death, but could lead to them being on the opposite sides.

Dehya cares a lot, and doesn't hesitate to show it. She will fight and die for her child if she needs to. With you by her side and Candace as back-up, your son will have a good entry to life. 9/10.

Beidou Xi

Beidou lives for adventure, be it exploring open seas, fighting legendary monsters or hanging out with you.

And parenthood is an adventure and a half for sure.

Beidou always wanted to leave something behind her, and someone to continue her legacy.

When Beidou wants something, she'll get it.

Don't mind her - she'll borrow you and a small barrel of wine for her quarters. Expect a long night ahead.

Beidou is not one to engage in combat very often (despite her nature), but being pregnant will make her life harder.

Mainly because she can't drink. She could, but it would harm her children, which is not what she wants.

Once she stops breastfeeding, though, she's going all in on any important occasion.

Seeing her sober on birthdays or festivals after her kids go to bed is quite rare. Beidou will do her best (and would like you to help) to get her senses back before they wake up again, or at least stay out of sight.

She has the responsibility to avoid appearing drunk in front of her children. Until they're of age, at least.

Getting completely wasted at her heir's eighteenth birthday part with you is something that's been in her head since forever.

The ship is not the best place for keeping infants around, so for the early days she will remain in Liyue Harbor or close to shore.

She's really struggling to sit in one place for longer periods of time, on the account of her traveling and adventurous lifestyle.

Beidou is really glad that both the stationary living and abstinence will last only about a year.

Especially that Beidou is lacking in the whole 'parental patience' department. Sure, she loves active, quality time with her little one, but the gaps in between? Well...

She might have defeated Haishan, but a bratty, or just toddler-y toddler is too much.

That will lead to her whining about it whenever you're around, not-so-subtly wanting you to take over.

And what else would a loving husband do in the face of such a request?

Yep, you'll end up being the real caretaker here, while the captain enjoys all of the fun parts, like going out to play. Or sparring.

She will teach her little one to fight, and with real opponents - slimes - once they're ready. Not only is that a practical way of bonding, but also a great way to exercise.

As much as she would like to have a merry band of youngsters running around the ship, Beidou isn't that keen on the whole waiting part. So one kid it is.

And a male, if you'd ask her. Beidou thinks that it will be just easier for him to adapt to the ship and find his place among its crew.

Don't worry though - the little one will have lots of company.

Kazuha will hang out with the kid most often, singing songs and lifting the youngling into the air with his Anemo Vision.

Who knows - if no fitting owner will be found for his Vision shell, the kid will get it - unless they'll get their own.

With a woman as great as his mother to look up to? He'll most likely gain an ambition to follow in her footsteps, and your wife will gladly push him in that direction. If he'll have any other plans, she's fine with it.

Xiangling and Guoba will be the best babysitters to leave Beidou's child with. But not too often - Xiangling will make sure she gives him back with a full stomach. And Guoba? He's essentially a living teddy bear, so there's nothing to add.

Ningguang will be honestly surprised by Beidou's decision. She will surely gain another level of respect for her associate.

Venti will keep a close eye on the kid especially if he has any dead friends.

Beidou, while not having everything it takes to be a parent, will put her strength and effort into raising a worthy successor to her. Or just a strong and independent individual. 7/10.

Thanks for reading!

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azurelyy · 2 years

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ok, i saw your event and read through the prompts and as soon as i saw that last one in the smut list, i immediately thought of kiba, lmao.

so #20 for kiba with a f!reader? would that be something you're willing to do? ^-^

congrats on 100, btw!! super happy for you 💛

Manda! Thank you so much for the request, my love. Lowkey, I was hoping someone would choose Kiba or Koga for this prompt and I'm glad it was you. It really is perfect for him! 🖤

This is my first Kiba story, and I'm posting it for the Queen of Kibs... so I am a bit nervous. Thank you for trusting me with him and I hope you enjoy!

By the way... I realize these keep getting longer and longer and I am sorry for that lol. I promise I am doing my best to keep them around 2k words, but I am obviously not good at keeping things brief. I even trimmed a lot of this story out and rewrote it down from 6k... my bad.

🍋 Prompt: "I didn't say I wanted an apology, did I? I said 'Bite me again.'"

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, college AU/modern AU, fratboy! Kiba, mentions of alcohol, mouth fingering, teasing

You were about five degrees away from murdering Ino. You circled around the frat house for what felt like the fifth time, scanning every inch of the crowd for your best friend’s signature high, platinum blonde ponytail. Nothing. Again. You sighed and hung your head in defeat as you slumped against the wall.

Instant and immediate regret hit you like a truck as your palms grew sweaty and you observed the utter chaos that surrounded you. There was a slip and slide inside the living room, with various frat boys in their boxers taking turns and screaming, dumping beverages from their cups onto the guys as they slid by, chanting what you assumed was some sort of frat code that may as well have been in total Neanderthal. The smell of cheap booze and even cheaper cologne filled your nose and every surface was coated in a sticky, thin film of liquor. It was exactly as you imagined a frat party to be - bustling with sweaty college students, laser lights, and pounding music - it was awful.

Sure, I’ll go to a frat party with you. You mocked yourself as you walked back towards where you thought the kitchen was. You had circled the house enough that you hoped you’d memorized the lay out by now, but you couldn’t be sure since the only lights were strobbing so madly you nearly had a seizure. Definitely don’t have a million other things I’d rather be doing, or anything.

You checked your watch: 10:30pm. Did you even need to keep your promise to stay until midnight if Ino wasn’t even here with you? You huffed and walked towards a window, seeing a smaller group of party guests outside circling around a brunette in a leather jacket and black combat boots, shotgunning a beer. You watched, amused, as he finished the can and crushed it into his strong hand, tossing it to the wayside as another can was thrown at him. He proceeded to down three more beers, back to back. You shook your head and turned away - you wouldn’t be surprised if that idiot was the one to end up in the hospital due to alcohol poisoning.

Frat boys.

You scoffed as you realized that Ino was completely gone and walked towards the drink bar in anger, filling up a red solo cup with an unknown liquid, removing your sucker momentarily, and chugged- trying your best to ignore the chants of ‘chug, chug, chug!’ from around you - the alcohol burned your throat as you filled your cup again and glanced around the kitchen a final time. You sighed, rolling your eyes, and stepped outside for some much needed fresh air.

The party out here was much less chaotic, and you decided to take a seat on one of the lounge chairs by the pool as you watched a different boy join the middle of the circle and try to chug down a beer; a tall guy with light brown hair and purple face paint. He wasn’t nearly as good as the last guy, and gave up after only one and a half beers. The group all booed him, loud laughter seeping over the faint music, as you smirked and observed the back of the leather jacket guy.

You could tell he was hot, even without seeing his face. His back muscles rippled delectably in his jacket; his strong forearms emphasized by the tight leather. He reminded you a lot of the guy you had been hooking up with all summer. He was just very... Kiba, with the way he effortlessly exuded an alluring energy, or the way he carried himself, all high and mighty like he owned the place. Deadly, focused; a strange wolf-like aura that let you know he had to be the leader everywhere he went. He even had the same messy, chestnut hair. You, briefly, pondered what it would be like if he crushed you in his big arms and immediately shook your head, looking towards the sky, embarrassed by your lewd thoughts.

He’s in a frat. He’s in a frat. You thought, repeating it to yourself as if that would somehow make him less sexy. Frat guys suck. Frat guys suck.

“Hey,” a deep voice lulled, curtaining around you like a protective barrier. Your muscles stiffened as a stroke of familiarity washed over you and you slowly brought your gaze up. “Fancy meeting you here.”

You locked onto eyes of liquid gold, slowly burning their way along your entire face before focusing on your lips. He had red triangles painted on his cheeks, and the kind of electric smile that could power a whole city. Your heart pounded inside your chest as realization crashed into you and your fingers slipped around the cup, nearly dropping it. Your cute sucker toppled from your lips and crashed to the cold concrete, shattering into a sea of translucent red shards. “K-Kiba?”

He grinned, showing off his perfect teeth in the light of the pool. Every inch of your body was set on fire as he slowly said your name, emphasizing each vowel as though he’d never tasted something quite so sweet and he leaned down to be at eye level with you. His rich amber and cedarwood cologne was slightly spicy and aromatic, cutting through the sharp smells of booze, as he firmly placed his hand onto your knee and continued chatting about something. His voice sounded as though it were miles away and you had to close your eyes to try and steady your heart as a strong hand reached out and cupped your cheek, guiding your soul back to your body.

“Hey, are you alright?” Kiba asked, concern laced in his tone. “This juice is really strong, so maybe you should take it easy.” He gripped onto the cup and guided it from your hand to set down next to the broken candy-coated shards of sugar from your sucker. His breath was tinted with the tang of alcohol, his face so close to you that you could practically feel the way his lips would meld onto yours if you just leaned in a bit more.

“Sorry,” you breathed, clenching your fists onto your thighs as you continued gazing at his cupid's bow. “I-I zoned out.”

“Are you feeling okay?” Kiba questioned, placing the back of his hand to your forehead. “You feel hot. And your hands are shaking.”

Yeah, because your face is inches away from mine and I want to rip your clothes off. “I’m fine,” you responded coolly, waving your hand dismissively, “Just… surprised to see you… here.”

Kiba laughed and stood up, extending you his hand. “I live here. I should be the one surprised to see you.” You took his hand and he immediately wrapped his strong arm around your waist, leaning his head down so he could whisper into your ear. “Wanna have our reunion somewhere more… private?”

Surprisingly, even after chugging three or more beers, Kiba’s speech was only slightly slurred. You nodded, unable to speak, and he gave you a wicked grin as his arm around you tightened, sealing your fate.

He led you back into the house, guiding you through the maze of people and up the sticky staircase. It coated the bottom of your high heels with unknown liquids, each step nearly tripping you due to the extra force required to pull yourself free. Kiba’s hand was your anchor as he safely brought you upstairs, his calloused fingers intertwined with yours like a comforting blanket. He turned to face you when finally reached the top with a look of concern, glancing between your eyes and your lips.

“I’m fine, really,” you assured him, poking the tip of his nose, “I think you’re more drunk than me, Mr. Shotgun.”

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and you saw his face tint a beautiful shade of rose as he averted his warm eyes from you. “Good,” he gulped and reached for his jacket pocket, pulling out a small key, “I mean… I’m glad you’re feeling alright.”

Kiba’s hands were shaking profusely as he unlocked his door and allowed you go inside, quickly scanning the area before closing you in; trapping you with the beast. The room was a decent size, with two twin sized beds on either wall. One side was much messier, but you wouldn’t label either as tidy, per se. He looked back at you briefly as you stood in the middle of the room, uncertain of what to do. What you wanted to do was pounce on him, or have him push you onto one of the beds and rip your dress off. You heard his belt buckle jingle and felt heat sear its way up your neck as Kiba looped his belt around the doorknob and a standing lamp, securing it in place with a tight knot.

“My roommate has the other key,” he said casually, “And um… That was a weird thing to do, wasn’t it? I can take it off.”

“Kiba,” you said slowly, feeling pinpricks in every nerve of your body, “Leave it that way.”

His gaze lifted from the floor and he looked right into your soul. You were breathtaking. Kiba briefly reflected on the beach trip he took with his family that summer and the way he had been instantly drawn to you. Saying goodbye was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do, and he cursed himself throughout the entire rest of the summer for not getting your number; now here you were. In his room. Alone. Well, despite the raging party just outside of the door.

He sauntered over to you, slowly, as though he were scared you would run away. Your heart was beating rapidly as he pulled you towards him - his magnetic force stronger than gravity itself - his arms enveloped around your waist as you left yours at your sides. You watched his sharp eyes darken as he stood a few inches away, slowly leaning his head down to rest on your forehead.

“Kiba,” you whispered, gripping onto the edge of his leather jacket, the metal zipper almost icy against your seething skin. “I can’t believe it’s you.”

A growl rumbled from his chest as he pushed his lips onto yours ferociously. The kiss was animalistic, your teeth clicking against his as he sucked your tongue into his mouth and gripped onto your ass. You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as you tasted the yeasty beer on his breath. It was musky and warm, almost inviting. The wall hit your back with a powerful force as Kiba moaned into the kiss and your hands gripped into his spiky brown hair. There were flames in your lungs as you helped Kiba pull your dress off, exposing your lacy set to him fully and he trailed his mouth down your jaw as he worked his free hand over your already hard nipple through the fabric.

“I never stopped thinking about you,” Kiba rasped as he sucked at your neck, the familiar heat of a forming bruise rushing where his lips met your skin. You closed your eyes tightly as powerful energy surged its way through your veins and Kiba continued assaulting you with his mouth. “You look so fucking hot.”

He pulled back and smirked as he carried you to a small bed, placing you down gently and continuing to kiss every inch of your exposed skin as you kicked your heels off, slowly working his way to your throbbing cunt. His hands easily removed your panties and he hovered his mouth above your entrance teasingly, blowing cool air over your hot folds as you gripped tightly onto the dark bedsheets.

“Kiba, wait,” you cried, grasping at his hair. He looked up at you and crawled back over your body, planting a quick kiss to your cheek. “What if someone comes in?”

He kissed your cheek again, then your nose, then your lips. Every sweet touch of his lips caused warmth to flood through your veins, igniting you in a hearthlike heat that you hadn’t felt since the last time the two of you met. “That’s what the belt’s for,” he said thickly, wrapping his arm around your back and unhooking your bra expertly. “Remember?”

You leaned forward and kissed down his neck, enjoying the way his muscles inadvertently twitched at the little caresses you laid across his body. As he removed your bra and rubbed a calloused finger around your areola, a boiling pressure formed deep within your stomach and you bit his shoulder, hard. You felt your fangs sink into his flesh and you pulled back, your face flushed with arousal and embarrassment, but Kiba’s fine mouth was formed into a toothy grin and he was saying something that you couldn’t understand.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. You’re bleeding.” You were writhing beneath him, trying to get him off so you could help him with the wound. He grabbed your wrists in one hand and looked at you so intensely that you were afraid of what he would do if you looked away. Every part of your brain shut off as he groaned, “I didn’t say I wanted an apology, did I?” He leaned forward, pushing two strong fingers into your mouth. “I said ‘Bite me again’.”

His knuckles hung from your lips as he moved his hot mouth to your chest and sucked a nipple between his lips, toying with your breasts until you were breathless and straining. You did as he commanded and bit his fingers each time he nibbled your puffy peaks, whining and squealing as he teased you with the barest touch of his rough tongue and tugged at your other nipple with his free hand.

What happened next was unexpected.

Instead of teasing you more, or kissing you, or making some smart-ass comment, Kiba pulled back and stood above you, slowly removing every article of his clothing and tossing it to the floor. Instead of telling you to move, he watched you with an unreadable expression. Not for the first time, you were awestruck by just how sexy he was - in the most primal way, as he removed his briefs and his thick cock sprung forward and bounced off the abs of his lower-stomach. Short, curly brown hairs surrounded his length around the base and trailed up to his belly button, his rosy tip already glistening with precum. Fuck, you wanted his cock in your mouth and in your cunt.

You imagined yourself from his perspective - your hair all askew, your skin glowing in the light of the singular lamp as dark shadows enveloped your curves, the way your eyes were blown out from lust and want - and you knew that, to him, you probably felt like a ghost who had been resurrected to the land of the living, something familiar yet new to him.

You smirked as you lifted your arms above your head and stretched. “If you need a reminder, I’d be happy to point you in the right direction.” You teased, lowering your voice into that husky tone you used with him all summer.

“I know what I want to do, sweetheart,” Kiba breathed, “I just want to look at you for a sec.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you reached out to him. “Come on, Kiba.” Your voice wasn’t much louder than a whisper. “Please. Want you inside me.”

He faltered and you saw his fingers twitch as he glanced to the drawer of his nightstand and you shook your head at him, reaching your hand out to him even further, stretching your arm so far it hurt. “Did you forget everything about fucking me? I’m on the pill.”

He made a broken noise and fell to his knees on the bed, one low note scraping out as he wrapped his arms under to pull you to his lap. His cock pressed against you and he paused to watch your face once again, completely mesmerized. You lifted your hips and slipped yourself over his head with a sigh as you wrapped your legs around him and pushed your heels to the bed, giving yourself leverage. Your face fell against his shoulder and you kissed the love bite you gave him earlier as he slowly thrust himself deeper inside you, stretching your drenched walls deliciously and gently. His breathing was ragged and gruff from how tight you were, his cock curving straight into your lower abdomen. Kiba closed his eyes at the new sensation of the angle; his body completely overwhelmed by the warmth radiating from your pussy and yearning to get deeper so he could feel you surround him fully.

“Does this feel like I forgot how to fuck you, sweetheart?” He hummed, moving at an agonizingly slow pace. “Say it to my face. Say you don’t feel good.”

You dug your nails into the back of his neck as he continued his shallow thrusts into you; spare movements of his hips that made your breath hitch and come out in gasps. Desperately, you clenched your feet and pulled yourself forward, pushing him deeper inside you as you grit your teeth through the slight pain of how thick he was, but as he pushed so deep you could feel his balls slap against your cunt, every other thought in your head was lost at the sensation of being filled.

“Fuck,” Kiba groaned, rolling his hips into you. “You’re so wet.”

You dug your heels firmly into the mattress, trying to push him even further into your cervix. You wanted to feel nothing but him - his ferocity, his throbbing girth, his sharp teeth - even just thinking about him somehow getting past the point that evolution intended was driving you mad with lust. Your mewls were helpless as you gripped tightly onto his neck, your nails digging into his damp baby hairs, your little teeth sinking into the glistening skin of his shoulder once again.

“Desperate little thing,” Kiba’s voice was primal and deep, rumbling your entire core. “Just enjoy it, yeah?” You shook your head and he laughed at your pleading. In retaliation, you clenched your cunt around him and swooned when his laughter turned into a guttural moan of pleasure.

“Do that again, and I’m not responsible for what happens.” Kiba warned, scratching his nails down the length of your spine. You bit your lip, considering the warning deeply, before clenching again and pulling your head back to roll your mouth over his.

Carnal clashing of teeth and slapping of skin were the only sounds to fill the room as Kiba quickened his pace within you, taking full control as he rocked his hips up in quick and jerky movements. Touching him, as much of him as possible, was all you wanted. Your hands moved all over his shoulder blades, down his spine, up in his hair.

An image, so immediate it cut you open, filled your head: you, crouched over Kiba, his thick cock in your mouth, his rough tongue thrusting into your cunt; inside you twice over until all you could feel was him.

Oh fuck, oh fuck. You might have even tried to say it, and the hum of your words against his mouth was Kiba’s breaking point. His rhythm stuttered as he leaned your back to the mattress and he shoved your legs flush against your belly and moved into a half-crouch. “I warned you not to do that again,” his voice broke open into a rumble, like stones falling, and the air between your bodies simmered. “Now I’ve gotta punish you.” He punctuated his sentence by pulling your hips down in a sharp jerk. He thrust, hard, until you squealed and rocked back against him.

In this position, you wouldn’t last long. You held your legs up by the back of your thighs as Kiba reached up and placed three thick fingers into your mouth, not allowing you any space to think. He was so deep it was painful, but the burn was worth it to feel the rough muscles of his thighs rub against your skin.

You tried to speak which resulted in Kiba thrusting his fingers deeper into your throat, causing tears to well in your eyes as you continued rocking around like a baby trying to roll over. His rhythm was harsh, unforgiving. You could feel your breasts bouncing with each pump and knew Kiba was watching them as he smoothed his free palm over your chest, soothing your scorching skin.

He listened to the thick squelching and watched himself thrust deeper inside of you as you laid with your legs pushed up; the position so lewd he had to bite his inner cheek just to stop himself from finishing too quickly. There was a thick ring of fluid surrounding his cock each time he pulled out of you; the sweet yet musky smell of sex lingering strongly in the air. He had thought about you every night since his vacation, and had definitely touched himself to you more times than he would ever care to admit, but he had never pictured you doing this. He wanted so desperately to take a picture of you so he could have it forever, and briefly smiled to himself when he realized that you might possibly let him do that - much later, but still, he didn’t intend to let you go again any time soon.

You were on the edge of writhing his fingers from your mouth to ask him for a better angle when he slowly drifted his palm down the length of your stomach and circled your clit with his thumb. It was all too much - the tight knot of heat in your cunt, the too-sensitive skin of your breasts, his fingers dangling from your mouth - you were overloading and god, had you missed him so much - but what ruined you was the way he nudged his mouth against your knee and placed a gentle kiss to your skin.

You came apart with a sob, clenching and driving onto Kiba’s cock as each spasm washed through you. He kept thrusting, stringing out his pleasure until you were a panting mess on his bed. When your eyelashes fluttered open, you saw his golden pools of amber watching over you.

You nodded and adjusted your legs to hook around his waist. Later, when you were both less desperate, you would explore the subtler ways at making him shiver, but right now, you wanted to feel him come, and you wanted to feel it now.

You looped your arms around his neck as his face nestled into the crook of your neck and he pulled you closer. Muffled groans sang against your skin as his rhythm slowed to a maddening pace and he hummed into your neck. You could feel the vibration like it was in your own muscles as you tightened your legs around his middle, ignoring the sting in your hips, and pulled him closer, feeling your nipples graze against his hot skin.

Kiba came with a beastly noise, his hands squeezing you almost painfully and his sharp teeth sinking into the skin of your earlobe. You clenched down again and again, working his cock through the jerky spasms that you felt deep within the walls of your cunt as he drained his white-hot fluid inside of you.

He gasped and rolled to the side, pulling himself out of you with shaky hands. You hummed and nuzzled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and held you close. You could hear his heart in his chest, steady as a beating drum, as he kissed your hair and held you tightly, as though you would disappear before his very eyes.

A loud banging on the bedroom door nearly knocked the wind out of you as you jolted from Kiba and the door opened just a hair, the music growing louder as it caught on Kiba’s makeshift belt-door-latch. He laughed and you both cursed profusely as you scrambled to find your articles of clothing in the dimly lit bedroom.

“Seriously, Kiba? What the fuck?” You nearly had a heart attack at the sound of a raspy man’s voice coming from the other side of the door as you dropped your dress from your hand. “I need the room, man. Stop jerking yourself!”

“Naruto!” Kiba shouted, pulling his shirt on and slinking towards the door. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“Maybe there’s another room…” Oh no, oh no. It was Ino. This was not happening!

You frantically waved your arms, trying to catch Kiba’s attention. You ran forward, sliding your dress over yourself without any underwear - you honestly had more things to worry about than going commando at the moment - right as the door opened.

Ino’s face was completely red as she watched a blonde - Naruto? - with a doe-eyed gaze. She was so drunk she hardly noticed the door open, but you saw her eyes light up with realization ever so slowly before she burst into a fit of laughter.

“You hate frat boys!” She shrieked, gasping for air and clinging to Naruto’s arm as though it were a life raft. “But here you are with-” Ino paused and looked at Kiba, who was just about as red as she was when he realized she knew you.

“Kiba,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and narrowing his eyes; either at Ino or Naruto, or both, you weren’t sure.

“Keyy-bahh,” Ino emphasized, tasting his name on her tongue for the first time. “I can’t believe this!”

“Just… give us five minutes?” You pleaded, gently shutting the door as Ino’s sun-kissed escort went to protest. You turned to Kiba and gripped onto his strong arms to adjust them to wrap around your waist as you nuzzled into his chest. “God, they’re both really annoying.”

He laughed and kissed the top of your head, resting his chin on you as he sighed, “Yeah, they’re terrible.”

You pulled back and he caressed your cheek with his thumb, enjoying the way your hair shone in the moonlight that cracked through his curtains. “Wanna go on a date?”

You gaped at him as your heart started pounding again. Would that ever stop happening when he was around? You hoped not. “Like… now?”

He shrugged and flashed you a small smirk, his canine tooth sticking out slightly from behind his upper lip. “Yeah, why not? This party sucks and besides, I think my room will be occupied for a few hours. I know a 24/7 diner not too far. That is, unless you don’t want to?”

He gave you a look that made you realize this motherfucker knew you wanted to go on a date with him, but he was so attractive that you only hummed as you slipped your panties on underneath your dress and pulled the straps down, exposing your breasts to him again. You watched as his Adam’s apple wiggled and you hooked your bra on, pulling your dress up and giving him a small twirl. Sweat glistened across his forehead and you walked closer to him, taking his hand in yours as you traced your index finger across the lines on the inside of his palm.

“I’d like that,” you whispered, feeling a bit shy. Kiba closed his hand around your finger and lifted your chin up with his thumb. He gave you a warm smile before he kissed you with the force of the moon, pulling you even deeper into his gravitational field; no small feat, considering this man had you hooked from the moment you met his sunlight eyes on the beach just over three months ago.

“By the way, what time is it?” You asked as you turned to leave, Kiba following close behind.

“A bit past midnight. Why? Gonna turn into a pumpkin or something?”

You hummed as you reached back to take his hand in yours, enjoying the electric shock that coursed through your hand as his fingers interlocked with yours. “Oh, no reason.” Just like I promised, Ino, you thought. Kiba opened the door and you slipped past Ino and her hookup as he guided you down the stairs. I’m leaving at midnight.

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