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charles-rxwlands · 3 years

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lay all your love on me

okay!! so this is my fic for @magpiencrow's 1.2k writing challenge.

this is based off of the song lay all your love on me, slowed, by putin

pairing: nikolai/reader

rating: general

tags: gn!reader w/ gn pronouns, fluff

summary: falling in love with nikolai lantsov told through several vignettes

or: mindless nikolai/reader fluff with a alina and ivan being little shits

warnings: right off the bat there's a nightmare about drowning in the ocean, and there's one (1) swear word at the end, but other than that, there's nothing

word count: 4.1k

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constructive criticism, feedback, and reblogs are greatly appreciated !

I haven't written anything in a while, so i may be a bit rusty, but please enjoy :)

You were drowning, and also pretty damn sure you were going to die out here. Your lungs were on fire, screaming for air, but you couldn't emerge from the ocean for long enough to suck in a breath. Sure, your hand or head breached the surface every now and then, but a wave would come crashing down on you immediately after, destroying all your progress.

The undulating waves threw you around like a football - a very pathetic one, at that. As hard as you tried to fight the current, it still insisted on moving against you (stubborn bastard), so really you weren't going anywhere. Just pathetically bobbing around in the same pathetic place. You couldn't feel your limbs - the only thing you could feel was the agonising ache in your chest. It was as if your arms and legs had frozen over along with your will to live.

How easy it would be to just...

...let the ocean take you...

Suddenly, someone grabbed you by the wrist. You screamed, which was a mistake; immediately, salty seawater filled your mouth, making you gag and choke. Nevertheless, you valiantly tried to release yourself from whoever - whatever? - had their hold on you.

"Y/n, Y/n! Relax, darling, relax," a voice said, sounding out of breath. "It's me."

You whirled your head around. Sagging with relief, you gasped out the name of your saviour. "Nikolai."

"Yes. Yes, Y/n, my love, it's me. It's Nikolai," he soothed, running his hands over your wet hair.

"Nikolai," you breathed. "Nikola-" - a wave reared up on its hind legs, ready to come crashing down onto your friend, ready to take him away - "no, no, Nikolai, NO-!"

You startled, eyes flying open. You were shaking like a leaf. Were you cold, or was it just the adrenaline from the nightmare still making its course? You shook your head as if to rid your mind of the dream. It wasn't real. Nikolai had saved you that night. It was fine. It wasn't real.

But it could very well have been real, a traitorous voice in your mind whispered. Scowling, you cursed your pessimistic side. Even if a wave had separated you two, Nikolai would have fought tooth and nail to get to you again. You would have done the same. After all, you were childhood friends, and you knew better than anyone that Nikolai didn't let go of his loved ones so easily.

He hadn't wanted you to accompany him on his journey overseas as Sturmhond. You insisted otherwise, channeling some of Nikolai's stubbornness that had rubbed off on you. ("You're not getting rid of me that easily, idiot. So let me come, unless you want me to steal your kneecaps.").

A half-smile appeared on your face as you thought back to the memory. Slowly, you got up from your bed. Your blanket was draped over your shoulders. You slipped out of your cabin quietly, walking down the hallway until you found yourself in front of Nikolai's room. He stirred in his sleep when you entered. The door creaked slightly, but it didn't seem like his distress was because of the noise.

You sat on the edge of his bed. Nikolai, previously facing away, turned over to face you. His eyes were still screwed shut, eyebrows knitted together and an unhappy expression on his face. You frowned.

"Nikolai." you nudged him gently. "Wake up. You're okay, just wake up. It's just a dream."

He opened his eyes, blinking at you. "Y/n?"

"Hi," you said. A lock of golden hair fell over his forehead, and upon instinct, you reached to brush it away. He let you, not uttering any of his usual complaints.

"You were gone," he mumbled, undoubtedly referencing his nightmare. "I- I couldn't save you, and you were gone."

You shifted into a more comfortable position - your whole body was on the bed now, with your back against the headboard. He leaned his head against your chest, and you ran your fingers through his hair. "It wasn't real. It's okay. You saved me - I'm not going anywhere, 'Lai."

"Me either," he agreed, wrapping his arms around your middle. A beat of silence. Then, "Thank you."

You were more than content to fall asleep like this. Even if it meant waking up with an ache in your neck. Judging from the way he was curled up, practically drinking in your presence, Nikolai felt the same way.

What a feeling it was to have found solace in Nikolai Lantsov, and to know he had found solace in you, too.

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

Nikolai's pov

Nikolai watched from the corner of the ballroom as you laughed at one of Ivan's jokes. One would say that he was scowling, but the Prince of Ravka didn't scowl. No - he was simply observing your conversation with the Heartrender with visible distaste. He was not scowling. And he was not jealous.

You and Ivan were smiling at each other, standing by the refreshments table, mouths moving quickly, the both of you obviously interested in whatever you were talking about. You threw your head back in a laugh. You looked gorgeous. Nikolai wanted to make you laugh like that - more than he wanted to admit.

The last straw was when Ivan lay a hand on your shoulder, and then snaked his arm around you. You didn't seem perturbed by his touch - no, actually, you leaned into it. He bent down to whisper something in your ear that made you duck your head in embarrassment and lightly hit his chest.

Nikolai's glare deepened, if that were even possible. Okay, fine, maybe he was jealous. Did he even have the right to be jealous, though? It wasn't as if he was dating you, as much as he'd like to be.

And oh boy, he'd like to be.

Suddenly, Alina appeared at his side, seemingly out of thin air. He flinched. "Alina."

The girl in question had a mischievous look in her eye. Her hands were clasped in front of her, the long, flowy sleeves of her dress falling just past her wrists. The bottom half of her gown was a sparkly gold, whereas the top half was a dark blue. The two colours faded into each other at the middle, creating a gradient effect. It was a beautiful dress. You had helped Alina pick it out yourself, if he remembered correctly.

"Hello, loverboy." she poked him in the side, grinning knowingly. "How's your crush on Y/n going for you?"

"I don't have a crush on them, Alina, for Saint's sake."

"Oh, is that so? You do seem... ah, what was the word... utterly whipped for them, contrary to what you just said," she said, tilting her head to the side, feigning innocence.

"Am not," he argued. "I-," Nikolai paused, taking notice of you and Ivan walking past a couple metres away. Unfortunately, you were too engrossed in your current conversation to notice him. His eyes lingered on you. He only looked away when you disappeared back into the throng of people.

Alina let out a triumphant 'ha!'.

He directed his attention back to her and glared. "Alina, I swear-,"

"Utterly. Whipped," she mouthed.

"I will behead you," he threatened.

She laughed. "In all seriousness, I really don't think Y/n and Ivan like each other like that," Alina said.

"Well, of course not," he agreed. "Y/n very clearly has eyes for me. I can't say I blame them - who could resist all this? Everyone's all over me, as I'm sure you've noticed."

Alina stared at him pointedly.

"Ah, except for you, of course. You seem to be the only one immune to my charm and charisma. An odd one, you are."

She rolled her eyes. "Why do I even bother," she groaned. "Just swear to me that you'll tell Y/n you like them soon. Within a week. Swear on... your dignity."

"My dignity?" Nikolai drawled.

"Yes, your dignity, because if you don't fess up soon, I'll have to tell Y/n about your crush on them myself," she grinned smugly, and darted off before Nikolai could retort.

He sighed. As he saw it, he had three options:

1. Blackmail Alina (because of course she wouldn't give in to simple bribery)

2. Get on his knees and beg Alina to not tell you of his massive crush (there! he admitted it; he had a massive crush on you! One that he'd been harbouring for just over a year now, too)

3. Listen to Alina, and confess on his own terms

All three were mortifying, and things he absolutely didn't want to do. However, the last was considerably easier to do, and came with the most benefits and the least consequences. You had already seen him through his most embarrassing moments (and he through yours) so even if you rejected him, the humiliation would be minimal.

And maybe he wanted to confess. And maybe there was hope that you liked him back. Nikolai wasn't stupid - he knew when people fancied him. He suspected you liked him back, but then again, that could've been wishful thinking, or maybe he was misreading the entire thing.

He didn't even understand why he was so jealous of the way Ivan and you had interacted. Before he had fallen heads over heels in love with you, his childhood best friend, people flirting with you hadn't been a problem. He'd encouraged it, even. But now, bitterness flared up inside of him every time he saw someone getting a bit too cozy with you.

In short, his feelings for you had completely destroyed his facade of smooth, suave, sexy Prince of Ravka. And it kind of terrified him how poorly he hid it.

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Nikolai had been acting strange lately, and it was bothering you. You feared the worst - had he finally caught on to your crush? You thought you'd been subtle until Ivan had approached you at the most recent party. Apparently, the scowl on your face as you watched Nikolai flirt with the guests had been fierce enough to kill.

Ivan had given you (unsolicited) advice, telling you to be straightforward and direct. That was what he'd done with Fedyor, after all, and that had worked out well.

You were pacing around your room. Ivan was perched on your bed, watching you have a borderline nervous breakdown like one would watch the view.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Ivan?" you demanded. "I'm about to make a life or death decision, and you're enjoying it."

He chuckled. "I wouldn't call this a life or death decision, Y/n. If Nikolai rejects you, he rejects you, and it's his loss. If he reciprocates, good, and you'll be free to frolic in the meadows with him, all fine and dandy."

You stared at him, your expression communicating, "Did you really just say that?", very clearly.

"Okay, okay, fine, I'll be serious." Ivan relented. "Just tell him, Y/n. What's the worst that could happen?"

Just as you were about to respond - "Well, I don't know, what if he rejects me, things become eternally awkward between us, and our 10 year long friendship is ruined because I couldn't keep my mouth shut?" - someone knocked at the door. You opened it to find Nikolai waiting. His hair was perfectly styled, as always. He wore a dark turquoise suit jacket, and a simple white dress shirt underneath. The ghost of a smile appeared on your face; you had chosen the colour for him.

"Hi, Nikolai," you greeted.

"Hello," he said. "Come on a walk with me. It's a lovely day outside, and both of us have been dreadfully busy lately - we may not get another chance to spend time together, I'm afraid."

"Oh! Of course, just let me grab more suitable shoes- I'll be out in a minute- Ivan, move." You rummaged around your room in search of the sandals Nikolai had gifted you for your most recent birthday. Ivan flashed you a grin.

"Tell him!" he whispered as you ducked out the door.

You hoped you didn't seem too jittery as you took Nikolai's arm, even if your insides were filled with butterflies. He seemed deep in thought for the first few minutes of your walk. It wasn't until you were both outside that he finally spoke.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, Y/n, but what was Ivan doing in your room?" he asked.

The question caught you off guard. Why was he so concerned about you and Ivan? It wasn't as if-

Oh.

"Nikolai, don't tell me- are you jealous?" you exclaimed.

"Just answer the question, Y/n," he grumbled, which was enough of an answer for you.

You laughed, only feeling a bit bad that you were so amused. Nikolai Lantsov, jealous. You found that incredibly funny. "Oh, I'm sorry for laughing," you apologised, even as another giggle escaped your mouth. "You don't have to worry, Ivan and I are strictly friends."

He didn't seem convinced. "But the two of you at the party a few days ago-,"

You cut him off. "Nikolai. I promise that there is nothing romantic going on with Ivan and I. And besides, I don't think I'm anywhere near his type."

"Ivan likes men, Nikolai," you supplied, sensing his confusion. "Honestly, you need to keep up with gossip - he and Fedyor have been going strong for nearly three months now."

"Oh," Nikolai said.

"Yeah, oh."

"And, uh, do you? Like men, I mean?"

You bit back another laugh. "Yes, I do. One man in particular, actually."

"Is that so? Care to clue me in on who this man is?"

"You."

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Nikolai's pov

"You."

As soon as that single word came out of your mouth, Nikolai's brain short-circuited, and several alarms blared in his mind. ALERT! ALERT! THE PERSON YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH LIKES YOU BACK!

He was too stunned to speak, which was definitely a first. So, naturally, he didn't speak, but instead leaned in to kiss you. His lips brushed chastely against yours. A pause.

"I- I'm really sorry, Y/n, I should have asked beforehand-,"

"Nikolai." you took his face in your hands. "Shut up."

And then you kissed him, and if his brain had been short-circuiting before, this was a full blown system failure. Sparks flew inside of him, and he was acutely aware of you and you only. It was a wonderful feeling, one that he immediately missed when you pulled away.

"Wow," you said.

He grinned. "I'm that good of a kisser, huh?"

When usually you would come up with a witty response, you just smiled. It was a smile Nikolai was pretty sure he'd die to see again.

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Falling in love with Nikolai had been a long process. Your simple crush developed into something deeper like a leaky faucet dripping - slowly, but steadily. And then the realisation that you were in love with him hit you like a tidal wave. Drowning you, consuming every inch of your being, but not necessarily in a bad way.

You came to your epiphany while laying awake in bed one night after a whole day spent with the esteemed King of Ravka. It was a wonder that you'd managed to spend a whole 10 hours or so in his company without getting fed up, Tamar had teased. He did annoy you - and had today - but you bullied him back plenty enough. It was easy being with him. Easier than you were used to.

You loved the way his eyes sparkled after correcting someone on their use of the word 'impossible'. Loved how he devoted himself to his country so selflessly. Loved how he smiled at you so genuinely and lovingly, even when you didn't have the energy to show your love in return after a bad day. Saints, you loved him so, so much, and you were so in love with him, too, and-

Holy shit. You were in love with Nikolai.

You were in love. With Nikolai.

A childish giggle bubbled up inside of you, and you sighed happily. What a feeling it was to be in love with the King of Ravka, even if he didn't know it yet.

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You twirled a small flower around in your hands as you walked side by side with Nikolai, your shoulders brushing occasionally. The taller blades of grass tickled your ankles, and a gentle breeze weaved through your hair. The sun peeked out from behind a few clouds, warming your face.

Nikolai intertwined your fingers, sighing in content. He craned back his neck to meet the sunshine, eyes fluttering shut. He looked stunning, just standing there with his almost otherworldly beauty as light spilled over his fine features, highlighting every detail.

"I'm in love with you," you blurted suddenly. "I love you, and I'm also in love with you, so. Yeah. I'm in love with you, Nikolai Lantsov."

You gave yourself a mental round of applause for your eloquence and tact.

He blinked. "Oh." The ghost of a smile appeared on his face, turning into a full-fledged grin when he finally processed your words. "Oh. I'm... I'm in love with you, too, Y/n L/n."

You beamed back at him, and cupped his face in your hands. You gently ran your fingers against his cheeks, tracing a line down to the base of his chest. The fabric of his shirt was thin and soft, unlike the suffocating material his suits were made of. Lovingly, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you close. Your heart fluttered. Saints, you adored Nikolai. More than you could put into words.

"I love you," you whispered. "I love you so much, so intensely that it consumes me, and I'm drowning in it. But instead of it being hard to breathe, it makes breathing easier. It makes everything easier."

You interrupted your little speech by kissing him, just because it felt appropriate, and continued. "I was so lost without you, Nikolai. I didn't realise it, because as I've proved time and time again, I'm more than capable of holding my own-" you smirked as he rolled his eyes at the jab to his overprotectiveness "-but I was. I was a boat lost at sea, floating around in the waves, with no destination and no goal except surviving. Then you came along, and gave me solace. You were my salvation. You and your endearingly stupid jokes and your wild yet grounded behaviour. You're my anchor, Nikolai."

He laughed, but not in the mean way. In the happy way.

"I would pay you back with a monologue of my own," he said. "but all I can think of right now is how perfect you are, and how much I want to kiss you."

Your smile widened, if that were even possible. You met him midway, lips connecting almost desperately. The only coherent thought running through your brain was 'Nikolai, Nikolai, Nikolai.'

Nikolai.

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

"That one looks like a dragon," you said, pointing out a lumpy cloud in the sky.

Nikolai tilted his head to the left. It was rather cute - he looked like a puppy, trying to figure out what its owner was saying. His right eyebrow curved in an upward arch (you still had no idea how he managed to raise a single eyebrow at a time), and he pouted slightly. Adorable.

"I don't see it," he deadpanned.

You sighed and shook your head, dismissing the cute puppy ideology. "Nevermind," you huffed. As hard as you tried to pretend you were upset with him, a smile teased at the corners of your mouth, anyway.

"I'm sorry, darling, but I really don't!" he exclaimed, flopping back into the picnic blanket you two had laid out. Really, it wasn't even a picnic blanket. It was just a blanket. The two of you hadn't had time to find a proper one before embarking on your impromptu picnic. Nikolai, ever the improviser, had then brandished a quilt from Saints knew where. You suspected it came from Vasily's room, because who else would be pompous enough to own a red velvet blanket the size of China?

You dramatically exhaled again. "I already said nevermind. Not all of us can be blessed with a creative vision such as mine, after all."

Nikolai laughed. And Saints, the sound was downright melodic. You didn't even want to begin thinking about all the things you'd do to hear it one more time.

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Eventually, he began stroking your palm with his callouses fingers. You bit back a smile, and linked your pinkies together. A gathering of clouds mostly covered the sun - enough to allow only a bit of warm, gold light to seep out. You wondered briefly how Nikolai looked right now, basking underneath the faint sunshine.

The answer came to you easily, even without looking at him: fucking beautiful.

However, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of staring at him. The last time he had caught you gaping at him like a lovesick fool, he had teased you endlessly. It was ridiculous. It wasn't as if he didn't stare at you. No, actually. He stared at you all the time. In fact, he was doing it right now.

You bit back a grin when you felt his eyes on you. But before you could tease him for it, he got up suddenly, offering you a hand.

"Come on," he urged. "Follow me."

"Where to?" you questioned curiously.

He smirked. Tugged on your hand. Winked. "You'll see."

"Right, that's not cryptic at all," you muttered.

Eventually, after a minute or so of walking (and plenty of you trying to weasel more information out of him) the two of you had seemed to reach your destination. A huge tree hung above you, offering its shade. You plopped down, but Nikolai remained standing.

Strangely, he was looking rather nervous. Repeatedly tugging at the collar of his beige button-up shirt, and kicking at the grass.

"Y/n, darling, don't just sit there, you're making me nervous," he whined.

You giggled, but stood up anyway. "I could say the same about you. What's on your mind, dear?"

He took a deep breath, and looked you dead in the eyes. "I love you, Y/n. I love you, and I'm in love with you. I always have, and always have been. It's just- you're wonderful. And intelligent. And charming. And I am so, so glad you are my partner - in the romantic sense, and the platonic sense. If I'm being honest, I'm quite sure I'd be tearing at the seams without you to sew me back together every time I do something particularly foolish.

And I hope you'll always be there to ground me. Because I will always be there for you. Th-there's no other way to say this, my darling, but I'd quite like to spend the rest of my life with you, so..."

He brandished a dark blue box from his back pocket (this probably wasn't the time, but you had to mention that you could never fit something that large in your pocket. Why did men's clothing always have bigger pockets?) and got down on one knee.

"Will you do me the honour of marrying me, Y/n?" he finished.

Holy fuck. Holy mother of Saints. Holy everything. Was this real? Saints. This really was real, wasn't it? Nikolai Lantsov was proposing to you.

A sob escaped from your throat, and you nodded frantically, not wanting him to think you were upset. "Yes," you said. "Saints, Nikolai, yes."

He smiled. You knew that he smiled a lot, but this smile was different. Usually, he just grinned or smirked in a devilish way - this was more of a beam. He looked so genuinely happy (genuinely happy, because of you!) that it made your heart soar, and you were pretty sure you fell in love with him all over again for the second time. You'd never get tired of it, though. Not when it came to Nikolai (Nikolai, your husband-to-be!). Never when it came to Nikolai.

You soon found yourself enveloped in a hug. He spun you around, both of you laughing (and crying). When he set you down, you could have sworn you saw his eyes welling up.

"Now, my love, those better be happy tears," he tutted.

"Of course they're happy tears, you stupid puppy dog!" you sniffed. "I love you."

He beamed into your hair. "I love you, too, Y/n."

What a feeling it was to be in love with Nikolai Lantsov, and to know that he was in love with you, too.

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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COSMIC - S1:E1; Chapter One, The Vanishing of Will Byers - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘖𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟔𝐓𝐇, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑

𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀

𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐔.𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘

The night is quiet, as it always has been in this small corner of Indiana, and yet this night is unlike any other. The halls were especially bare, occupied only by the melody of the generator humming as it struggled to pump light throughout the twisted maze of halls. That was, until...

BAM

The steel door rips open, colliding fast and hard with the walls withab fantastic thud. Swallowing all remaining silence along with it, was the cry of alarms that flood the hallway as he runs for his life. The man finds himself at the elevator, furiously slamming his hand against the elevator button hoping just maybe it might make the elevator come faster. As he does so, the man continues to look over his shoulder in a panic.

He knows its after him.

BOOM

He knows its close.

The man is thrilled to hear the soft ding of the elevator signaling it's arrival. Before the doors are even opened all the way the man quickly ducks through and proceeds to frantically hit the UP button inside the elevator.

The doors begin to close.

For a second he believes he just might make it. But that doesn't completely cast away the fear as he can't seem to take his eyes off of the eerie hallway, expecting it's arrival. The man attempts to calm his breathing. His hopes of escaping are growing stronger as things quiet down.

That's when he hears it.

That... Thing.

It takes every remaining ounce of courage for the man to slowly look up, but on some level, he already knows he is done for.

A low growl is heard above him followed by an unusual yet terrifying squeak.

The man's screams were cut off with the shut of the doors as he is yanked up towards the ceiling of the elevator. The man is no more.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

It's quiet. The faint sound of sprinklers outside can be heard as we wait for Mike to continue. We are all on the edge of our seats. It's already hard enough they still can't find proper seating for me since I officially joined the party, so, for now, I'm wedged between my best friend Will and my brother Dustin.

"Something is coming. Something hungry for blood," Mike says, his voice barely above a whisper. "A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness."

Subconsciously we all slowly lean in waiting for whatever happens next.

"It is almost here."

"What is it?" Will asks suddenly, no longer capable of containing his curiosity.

This time it's Dustin who cuts in, "What if it's the Demogorgon?"

I take a deep breath in suspense. Out of the corner of my eye, Will practically throws himself back in his seat.

"Oh, Jesus, we're so screwed if it's the Demogorgon." Dustin rambles on.

Lucas speaks up, "It's not the Demogorgon." He sounds very sure of himself which gives me more confidence.

We all jump a little in our seats when Mike slams one of the game pieces down in front of us suddenly as he shouts "An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!"

I sigh in great relief as Lucas gives a very smug and quite frankly, sassy look to Dustin as he props his elbow on the back of his chair which earns a soft chuckle from me.

"Troglodytes?" Dustin asks in disbelief.

"Told ya," I roll my eyes at Lucas despite the smile that grows on my face.

Everyone shares a good laugh, all of us relieved when my eyes meet Will's and we share a smile and a shake of the head as if silently saying 'I can't believe we were so worried for nothing'.

Simultaneously all of our smiles melt away when Mike starts looking around as he says "Wait a minute. Did you hear that?"

"That...That sound," he says softly.

"Boom... Boom," his voice is getting slightly louder with each 'boom'. We all stare at Mike expectantly, hanging on to his every word.

"BOOM!" Mike is shouting at this point as he slams his hands against the wooden surface making the table as well as all of us jump.

I always get too into these games, I realize. My heart is racing as adrenaline courses through my veins. I look over and it seems when I jumped I grabbed on to the nearest thing next to me which happened to be Will's arm. Sheepishly, I retract my hand and look back at Mike in anticipation.

"That didn't come from the troglodytes. No, that... That came from something else." Mike continues.

We all look around at each other as we wait for Mike.

In an instant, Mike slams down the next figure on the board and exclaims, "The Demogorgon!"

'Yep. We're screwed.'

The silence is replaced with all of our defeated groans. Dustin sighs and says, "We're in deep shit."

Mike suddenly says, "Will, your action!"

"I don't know!" Will sounded desperate.

We're all on edge, but the boys are completely panicking.

"Fireball him!" Lucas shouts.

"I'd have to roll a 13 or higher!"

"Too risky." Dustin cuts in. "Cast a protection spell!"

Lucas turns to Will and says "Don't be a pussy," I roll my eyes. "Fireball him!"

At this point, Lucas and Dustin are just yelling at each other.

"Cast protection."

Our attention is quickly brought back to Mike when he shouts, "The Demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering! It stomps towards you."

"BOOM!"

"FIREBALL HIM!"

"Another stomp. BOOM."

"Cast. Protection."

"He roars in anger!"

At this point, everyone is yelling over one another; it's utter chaos, and finally I snap.

"Oh, come on, I'M tired of your silly human bickering, just let the boy roll!" It's hard to be heard over all the yelling but, by some miracle,, they manage to hear me and it's quiet for a split second as Will gets a chance to speak.

"And, FIREBALL!" He throws the dice on the table out of excitement and they go flying onto the floor.

"Oh shit!"

We all jump to our feet, scrambling to find the dice in anticipation.

"Where'd it go?" Lucas asks. "Where is it?"

Will almost sounded defensive, "I don't know!"

"Is it a 13?"

"How are we supposed to know if we haven't found the dice yet, Dustin?" I retort.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Dustin chants as he paces back and forth. I roll my eyes as I continue to search on my hands and knees.

"Mike," It was Mrs. Wheeler.

"Mom we're in the middle of a campaign!" Mike exclaims.

"You mean the end? Fifteen after."

Mike sighs, exasperated and runs up the stairs.

I hear Lucas accuse Will. "Oh, my God! Freaking Idiot!"

"Lucas," I ease. "come on, it's not his fault. We were all caught up in the game. Let's just focus on- OH! Found 'em!"

I jump to my feet, pointing down at the D-20 for my friends to see and not wanting to tamper with the roll. The boys come running over and practically trampled me in the process.

"Shit, it's a seven." We all groan in frustration, especially Will.

"Does a seven count?" Will asked hopefully.

"Did Mike see it?" Lucas counters.

"Well, no."

"Then it doesn't count."

I sigh, beginning to pack up my bags and tidy up my mess knowing it was time to leave. The others do the same.

"Why do we have to leave?" Will asks sadly as we head up the stairs. "It was just getting good,"

"I know," I swing my arm off his shoulder dramatically with a sigh as we head up the basement stairs and for the garage door. "I know. But hey, just think how awesome the next one will be, eh?" I tease trying to get my best friend to smile.

|| 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Y/n has always been so good at cheering people up, I have no idea how he does it.

"Hey, guys. I'm sorry we had to end it so soon." Y/n and I turn around looking at Mike.

"No sweat, Mikey." Y/n shrugs, with a smile.

I love that smile. Suddenly his arm leaves my shoulder, and I frown a little.

I sigh inwardly, I've had such a bad crush on Y/n since he and Dustin moved here in the 4th grade. He has no idea... I hope. I always admired him from afar, that is until he finally convinced Dustin to let him into the party. We were all glad to have him, Dustin can be a little overprotective is all. I'm not sure about Dustin, but as for Mike and Lucas, they know I like him. Those guys can read me like a book, and once they caught on there was no convincing them otherwise.

I'm really lucky to have them as friends. They've never made me feel bad for who I am.

"Hey, Mike? Where is Dustin?" Y/n asks.

That's a good point, I realize. He was right behind us but he hasn't come outside yet.

"I think he went upstairs to give the leftovers to Nancy."

"Oh okay. I'll just wait here then. Uh oh, your plant is dying" Y/n said suddenly, kneeling down by the withering plant by the patio.

"Yeah, that's my mom's tomato plant. That thing is hopeless. She basically gave up on it."

"Well, I might be able to help," he said thoughtfully, beginning to scan the garage. "Where do you keep your gardening- Oh, never mind!"

He quickly runs over to the shelves, retrieving some old packets and ran back over to the plant, kneeling beside it.

You can always tell when he is concentrating; he always does this cute thing where he furrows his brow and chews his lip. My stomach does a little flip when i realize I was staring again and I quickly refocus my attention on my vest zipper. I still manage to see Y/n fiddling with the the packet tonget it open, finally sprinkling the contents into the dirt before mixing it in with his finger. All the while, he mutters words of encouragement towards it. I remember him telling me one day about a study conducted on plants and how it was proved that they respond well to positive feedback, and the memory makes me smile. He was so fascinated by it; it was hard not to be as excited about it as he was when he told us about it.

Y/n stands up, brushing himself off and smiles at Mike and then me.

I kinda froze, not in panic but in awe. He just radiates warmth, and positivity effortlessly.

"What?" He chuckles as he smiles at me.

I shake my head in embarrassment and look away, zipping up my vest and getting on my bike.

Lucas just rolls his eyes at my behavior. He's always telling me to just go for it but it's not that easy. I think he's tired of my bashfulness but still understands why I'm scared.

We all look to the door when we hear it slam. It's Dustin.

"There's something wrong with your sister." He grumbles.

"What are you talking about?"

"She's got a stick up her butt."

"Yeah," Lucas joins in. "It's because she's been dating that douche bag, Steve Harrington."

"Yeah, she's turning into a real jerk."

"She's always been a real jerk!" Mike interrupts.

"Nuh-uh. She used to be cool, like the time she dressed up as an elf for our elder tree campaign." With that, Dustin headed off on his bike, followed by Y/n but not before sending me a smile and thanking Mike.

"It was a seven," I tell him, thinking back on the campaign.

"Huh?"

"The roll, it was a seven. The Demogorgon, it got me."

Mike seems a bit shocked at my truthfulness, but ultimately shrugs it off, nodding. I nod back.

"See you later!" I say as I start peddling away.

I catch up just in time to see Lucas bid his goodbyes.

"Good night, ladies!" He chimes.

"Kiss your mom 'night for me," Dustin calls before looking over at me.

"Race you back to my place? Winner gets a comic?"

Before I can respond Y/n speaks up, "and am I included this time, like at all?"

"Course not," he says nonchalantly. I shake my head, feeling kinda bad for him, but I know it's just sibling banter.

"Well then," he scoffs. "Don't be surprised if your bike tires mysteriously deflate one day, Dustin. There's all kinds of weirdos out here,"

I laugh, and Dustin just ignores him.

"Any comic?" I ask.

"Yeah!" As we are about to start we both look back when we hear Y/n frantically yelling, "Shit! DUSTIN HELP!"

I look back to see him winking at me with a smile on his face. Automatically realizing what he is up to, I booked it.

Fortunately for me, Dustin wasn't so quick. I could hear his frantic cries, "Jesus, Y/n what's wrong-? HEY, WHAT THE HELL?!"

There it is. Although, I was already far ahead.

"DAMMIT Y/N, IF I LOSE YOU OWE ME A COMIC BOOK!"

I can hear Y/n's laughter from here and it makes me smile. As the laughter grows more and more distant, I hear "GO WILL, GO!"

Somehow my smile gets bigger, and my legs go faster.

"Hey! Hey! Get back here! I'm gonna kill you! BOTH of you!"

"I'll take your X-Men 134!" I shout as I pass his house and take the shortcut to my own.

As I slow down my mind starts to wonder; It wanders to the campaign today. It wanders to how Y/n helped me win the race and my new comic book just moments ago. It wanders to Y/n grabbing my arm during the campaign and how I don't think I've ever blushed that hard... My mind wanders to Y/n.

Sometimes I really hate how much I like him. How I can't get him out of my head. He just has always been such a good friend to me and I just don't get how someone can be so nice, and thoughtful and-

My thoughts are cut short when I notice my bike light flickering. I look down at it in confusion. Just then it comes back on. I look back at the road and I see a disturbingly tall, ominous figure staring me down. My heart practically stops in the figure's wake.

My body reacted before my mind could; I yanked my bike right and as I cruise down the ditch, my bike topples over and I'm sent to the muddy ground. It takes me a second to gather my senses as I warily pick myself up and try and get a glimpse of what I just saw. My heart starts racing faster as I hear an alarming and indistinct growling. I'm whimpering at this point but I don't care. I ditch my bike without a second thought and book it as fast as I can in the direction of my house.

I'm sniveling and panting as I make it through the fog that covers the road in front of my house. I make it on to the porch, throw open the door, and slam it shut just as fast. My fingers fumble to secure every single lock on the door and for the first time in my life I wonder why we don't have more. All the while, Chester is barking like crazy.

"Mom?" I'm running through the house looking in every room for any sign of my mom or Jonathan.

"Jonathan? Mom?"

'Crap they must be working. Crap! No No No!'

I run back into the living room and throw the blinds over my head, wincing as it hit the back of my head. But I waste no time in cupping my hands up against the glass to get a better look at the yard to see if I can spot the figure.

My stomach drops what feels like ten stories.

I can see it in the distance right between the sheets that were hung out to dry.

It's just standing there. Menacingly. (a/n: If you understood that reference, and actually thought it was funny let's be friends please 😂)

It starts stomping towards the house.

I gasp and start running for the phone.

I hastily pick the phone up from the mount and my fingers are shaking as I try and dial 911 as fast as possible.

I can hear it ringing. I can hear the click as if someone picked up. I waste no time, "Hello? HELLO?!"

All I can hear over the phone now is static, and then a disturbing, yet familiar screech-like growl. Chester's barking is getting louder and more frequent indicating that It's right outside. I slowly peer around the corner to look at the glass window on the door and I can barely make out the menacing shadowy figuring looming outside the door. I can hear it growling from outside.

Chester's barks quickly turn into whimpers as he backs away towards me.

Then the unthinkable happens.

The chain lock on the inside of the door starts unlocking itself.

'Shit!'

At this point, I realize I'm never going to be able to outrun it so I'm going to have to at least try to defend myself. I remember the gun we keep in the shed out back and make a run for it, not even bothering to hang up the phone. I nearly trip on my own feet as I run for the shed. I make it inside and slam the shed door behind me in the process. I quickly but carefully take the gun off the wall and set it on the shelf as I scramble for the ammo. My fingers are still trembling as I fumble to put the bullets in the magazine.

Once I finally get the magazine in, I pick up the gun and aim it at the shed door waiting. It seems as though I can't even keep the gun steady since my entire body is completely tremoring, even my unsteady breaths.

It has to be close by now.

As if on cue I hear the deep growling that I've already heard twice tonight and for a couple of moments I think it's outside. But then I realize why it sounds so close.

It's in the shed with me.

It's behind me.

The fear is nearing paralyzing, but I still manage to command my body to turn around to get a look at this relentless monster. When I see it I just stand there in utter disbelief, the gun slowly and subconsciously lowering to my side in shock. I'm completely frozen in place as I stare at the beast in front of me. The hanging light bulb above me glows intensively brighter with every passing second. The last thing I see before I'm cloaked in pure white light and an unbearable chill is the monster's long arm reaching out for me.

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Life Was A Willow [Part 3]

Witch Hunter!Dream x Witch!Fem!Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: It's always been hunters vs. witches, right? Not anymore.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings for Part 3: swearing & cute fkn shit

A/N: the final part, i'm weak :,) anyways, enough sap, i hope you guys enjoyed this series as much as i did writing it. i've been working on it for a long ass time and it's finally finished. thank you for everything, the feedback etc. it means so so much !! i hope you guys like the final part even though it’s a little rushed !!!

“Are you sure this is a good way to do it?” Dream asks, nearly running into Y/n as he turns around. “I don’t want to force this idea on people, they won’t like it.”

The witch nods, pushing the flyers into his chest. “We’ve talked about this Dream; we’re not shoving it down their throats. They can choose how to act when they see the posters.”

Dream grabs onto the papers as Y/n backs away, spinning to collect her sunhat and basket. “Let’s go!”

Making their way from the abandoned cottage, which they made their own little space, they walk towards the castle and small surrounding village. Y/n and Dream walk closer than usual, their hands brushing lightly. Birds chirp and fly around them, their singing lifting the spirits of the pair that stroll below them.

“Have you told Sapnap yet?”

Dream rolls his eyes and sighs deeply at the mention of his best friend. “No. I know how he gets with shit like this, so, I guess he’ll have to wait like the rest of the kingdom.” Y/n nods silently in reply and looks up at the blue skies.

“What do you think the moon is thinking right now?” Her question confuses Dream. “In relation to what we’re doing, of course.”

“I’d imagine he’s happy that we’re doing it—we’re making peace, aren’t we?” His answer pleases Y/n as he hoped it would. He hasn’t really thought about it before.

“I agree! I talked with him last night and he told me good things are coming.”

Dream looks at her incredulously. “You talked to the moon?”

“Of course I can. I’m a witch. What else am I supposed to do when he sits there in the sky? Ignore him?” A small smirk plays on her lips. Dream is unsure whether or not she’s messing with him but chooses to believe her, considering everything he’s learnt recently.

They walk further, nearly entering the kingdom village when a grey bunny hops onto the path and Y/n’s eyes nearly pop out of her head. “Honey!” Her voice is dripping with it.

Dream furrows his eyebrows when he sees she’s speaking to the rabbit. “What? You can speak to animals now?”

The rabbit’s nose twitches while Y/n approaches it, its eyes glistening in the sunshine. “Yes.”

“Why don’t you tell me any of this? It’s cool.”

Y/n shrugs. “You never ask.”

Dream squints at her, watching as she runs her hand over the animal’s soft ears. He inches closer, catching the rabbit’s eye. Its body freezes at the sight of a human and Y/n coos, it’s okay, he’s my friend. Dream tilts his head and squats next to Y/n, reaching his hand out for her to take. Her fingers are gentle when she holds it, pulling him closer so he can pat the bunny. Its fur is softer than he thought and he melts when it stares at him with its big eyes. Awww, Dream breathes. He feels Y/n’s gaze on him before he blushes.

“Dream—”

Suddenly, the tranquil moment is cut with the kingdom bell and the bunny rushes away, ducking into a line of bushes. The pair jump at the sharp noise, Dream’s hand still sits softly in Y/n’s. He wonders what she wanted to say.

“We should go.” She whispers and Dream nods once, but neither one moves to leave. The sun beats down on his neck and Y/n’s hat sits sideways on her head, probably from when she ran towards the rabbit. Dream blinks and decides to leave it, she looks cute.

“Yeah, uh, let’s go.”

The walk through the gates goes smoothly, nobody suspects a witch amongst them as they walk in the crowd.

“Here.” Y/n points at a wooden lamp-post and Dream agrees. The first poster goes up and while they walk away, they hear mumbling from behind them. Craning his neck back, Dream sees people surrounding the poster already; some nod and some curse, but overall, it looks positive.

He leans down to Y/n’s ear. “I think people are going to show up.”

His breath on her ear and the rasp of his voice causes a shiver to go down Y/n’s spine. She turns her head to look at him and sees how close he is, and smiles. She hopes so.

—

“Citizens of Grogington, the war between magic kind and humans has gone on for far too long! Today, we will be presenting the idea of a truce between the two groups.”

Turns out, the entire kingdom showed up for Y/n and Dream’s proposal. The pair stand on a low podium in front of the castle and stare out into the sea of people. Dream spots Sapnap in the middle of the crowd, with the rest of the hunters, and could almost cry when he sees him smile and throw a thumbs up. Y/n stands next to him, her hand dangerously close to his. Her gaze drops to Wilbur who stands in the front row with Niki, despite the complaints from many people behind him—she nearly laughs at the height difference between him and the humans. But, Y/n feels a twinge of guilt when she watches him smile at her before he encourages her to continue.

The presentation continues and nobody leaves and everybody watches with intent. Y/n throws a glance at Dream while he’s explaining the truce and its outcomes. Her heart leaps into her throat when he notices and continues to turn his head to look at her too.

Although there will be a few people against the idea, the majority of the kingdom is keen on peace and that’s all they need to begin the revolution.

After the proposal, Dream helps Y/n off of the podium, her hand placed gently in his. “Dream!”

At the sound of his name, his real name, Dream smiles. George. There’s a patter of footsteps and then Dream is being jumped on by the Prince. Y/n giggles as she watches Dream wrap his arms around his best friend. “I can’t believe you would do this! You're crazy!”

Dream’s laugh is loud and Y/n wishes she could listen to it all day. Dream puts George’s feet back on the ground before he turns to her. “George, this is Y/n.”

Mischief swirls in the Prince’s eyes as his gaze lands on the witch. “Oh, I know. You’ve told me everything about her: the way her eyes look brighter in the moonlight and how her lips are the same colour as cherries—oomph.”

Dream darts his eyes at George, narrowly, his hand placed over his mouth. “Ha, ha, shut up!”

Y/n feels her cheeks heat up and she covers her smile with her palm. “That’s sweet.”

“That’s what he says about your laugh—stop!” George’s voice is muffled but Y/n still hears him and she gets giddy.

“Dream~” She sings. Dream’s cheeks are on fire and he swears the tips of his ears have burst into flames.

George still remains next to him. “Ok, I won’t embarrass you anymore, big man. You can remove your gross hand off my face now.”

Dream drops his arm and watches George hold his hand out for Y/n to take.

Y/n places her fingers in his and swoons when he brings her knuckles to his lips. Dream gets antsy when he notices Y/n giggle.

“Ok! That’s enough flirting, George.” Dream snatches Y/n’s hand from him and holds it by his side. George giggles from beside him.

“Dream, who doesn’t want to be kissed by the Prince?” She teases, reaching up to squeeze his cheek between her fingers. Dream rolls his eyes and swats her hand off his face.

“Dream!” Another voice interrupts them.

“Hey, Sap!” Although he’s excited to see his other best friend, Dream’s tone is wary. “What did you think of the presentation?”

Sapnap’s expression melts to one of awe. “Man, I loved it. I actually came over to apologise for everything I’ve said about it in the past and you know that I love you, and George, and I know I can be a bit of an idiot when it comes to things like this, but—” George slaps his shoulder.

“Ouch! Okay, okay. I’m sorry for being an entitled dick, and I fully support anything you want to do, Dream. You’re my best friend and I cannot let some outdated opinion be a burden to our friendship.”

Dream swears he feels his chest open up and admit the brightest light you’ve ever seen. His heart almost bursts at the sweet look on Sapnap’s face and tackles him into a hug. “Thank you, man.”

Dream unwraps his arms and sighs loudly. “Sapnap! This is Y/n, Y/n is this Sapnap.” Y/n raises her hand to wave at him, her smile beaming but mischievous.

“I know her already, she tied me to a tree,” He laughs, reaching his hand forward. Y/n giggles, shaking his hand. “It’s nice to meet you properly and not when you’re using your cool witch powers to lift me off the ground.”

Y/n nods, her smile still shining. Dream’s heart rate skips as he looks at her. Her face is like the sun. He could stare at her all day and not care about the risk of going blind.

“Yes, Snapmap. I can call you that now, we’re friends!”

The group collectively laugh and they bid goodbye to George and Sapnap. Y/n turns to Dream. “I’m so happy they’re on board with it.”

“Of course George would be. I’m a little surprised about Sapnap, but, nonetheless, I’m ecstatic.”

Y/n takes his hands and brings them up to her mouth. “I’m so happy, Dream.” She places soft kisses on his fingers and then his knuckles. He watches in awe as she does so.

“Hey, Y/n!” Their moment is cut short as Dream twists to see a tall man and a girl walking towards them.

“Wil! Niki!” She releases Dream’s hands and circles around him to embrace the pair in a hug. “Did you like it?”

Her voice wavers slightly and Dream picks it up. Niki nods excitedly. “Yes! Oh my gods, Y/n!”

Niki’s enthusiasm rubs off on Y/n and she almost forgets Wilbur is standing next to her, he’s so silent. She’s nervous about his response.

Looking up at Wilbur, Y/n sees a soft smile on his cheeks. He pulls her into a hug immediately and Y/n wants to cry. “Thank you.” He whispers.

“You’re welcome.” She murmurs into his ear, and his grip tightens around her. Y/n knows why he’s thanking her but doesn’t elaborate to the others when they pull apart.

“We just wanted to come to say hello before we went back home,” Niki says, raising her hand to wave at Dream.

“Oh! This is Dream,” Y/n motions towards him and Wilbur nods once in greeting. “He did most of this, you should be thanking him. I was simply there to observe.”

And although the other two don’t read deeply into the reply, Dream’s eyes cast down to Y/n at her suggestive comment. The pairs bid goodbye to each other and then Y/n spins back to him again.

“Observing, hm?”

A cheeky grin splits her face into two.

—

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

Y/n grasps Dream’s hand and stares up at the large double doors that lead to the Great hall in the castle. Placing his other hand on the door, Dream pushes. The doors swing open and on the other side of the room sits the King. The man looks large in his throne, his dark hair long and crown placed lopsided on his head.

The pair bow before him and then return to their usual heights. The King squints at them and then a smile breaks out. “Dream!”

The blonde lets out a laugh. “Good morning, your Highness.”

“Oh, stop with the titles. I’m James to you, young man.” The King waves his hand around. Dream exhales and steps closer, his hand coming loose from Y/n’s.

“I—We called this meeting to ask for your approval for the possible truce between humans and magical kind,” Dream appeals, holding his breath when he finishes. The King turns his chin up.

“And what has brought this on, Dream?” Dream sighs deeply and takes another step forward.

“I have recently learnt about some of my family history and it has changed my view. My views now pose the same as George’s.” He says apprehensively, fidgeting with his fingers. Y/n stands behind him, chewing on her lip in silence, confused about his recent learning. The King squints again, his glare hard.

“And why do you believe this is a good idea? Hm? What benefits will this bring the kingdom?” He seethes and Y/n screws her eyes shut. She wants to leave, she shouldn’t even be in the castle.

Dream fumbles his words before the witch speaks up. “Your Highness, I believe that peace between your kind and mine will—”

“You brought a witch into my castle?” The King yells incredulously. Dream winces and turns to look at Y/n. But he is surprised when he sees her with a neutral expression.

“Yes, he did. Because he knows that you won’t listen to a human on issues that are only a threat to you. Did you see the citizens of this kingdom when we proposed the idea to them? They were ecstatic, to say the least—”

“Enough. Dream, please enlighten me on the benefits, I’ve been waiting far too long.”

Dream glances at Y/n again and faces the King. He must propose points that appeal to him. “James, don’t you see? A truce between the kinds will be economically beneficial since you won’t have to pay for services that are only implemented to harm magical kinds, like hunters. And the wellbeing of the Kingdom will enhance greatly from the lifted stress of not having to worry about potential dangers—”

“Yes, but those potential dangers will now be inside the Kingdom walls.”

“I understand, James, but if there is peace, then those dangers won’t be a threat anymore.”

“Yes. All we want is peace.” Y/n says, her voice soft from where she stands. Dream steps backwards and reaches back for Y/n’s hand.

King James brings his hand up to rub his chin, his glare is still cold on Y/n. “Kids like you will be the death of me. Even my own son will give me a heart attack before I’m 50.”

Dream smiles. “So, that’s a yes?” The King sighs and drops his gaze to the floor.

“I guess it is. But, if there is any harm placed on my people, there will be bloodshed. Understood?”

Y/n looks up at Dream as they both grin. He looks down at her and their eyes shine with joy and tears.

“Thank you, Sir. I will make you proud.” Dream exclaims, his voice full of excitement and appreciation.

“You always make me proud, son.” The King smiles warmly at Dream before he nods. “Now, go, you have a Kingdom to celebrate with.”

The village roars with cheerful shouts and whistles. As cliche as it is, it's a perfect summer’s day, and it’s not too hot. Magical-kind had been wary at first, entering the kingdom grounds, but soon warmed up when the humans would throw arms over their shoulders and laugh with them.

“Let me down, you fucking crazy duck! Is that what you are? A fucking duck?” A whining voice yells, although there’s a twinge of joy in his words. Quackity has a cheeky smile on his face as he flicks his hand around, messing with some of the younger humans. One of them, named Tommy, has quite the mouth on him, which earns him up in the air, upside down.

His friend, Tubbo laughs from beside the wizard in question. Karl sits behind them, a spell-book in his lap, shaking his head when Tommy’s feet finally land on the ground. “Longer!”

“No~!”

“Tommy! Yes! You’re annoying, so this is what you get!”

The young boy groans again when he feels his body lift off the floor.

The village is alive and full of flashy, bright colours, but, upon the top of the hill in the distance, sits a couple.

The juice from the strawberry dribbles slowly down Dream’s chin. His cheeks blush as Y/n giggles and she reaches her hand out to catch the juice with her thumb, her cheeks heating up too.

The pair had decided their first date would be a picnic on the grass hill that overlooks the kingdom instead of attending the festival. Y/n brought a red and white checkered blanket and a vanilla cake, and Dream brought a basket of snacks and other desserts from the Castle. He had tried convincing Y/n that he didn’t overpack and that he ‘was just a hungry boy’, to which Y/n laughed and told him to shut up.

On their journey there, Dream had pulled a bunch of baby’s breath flowers from the basket he was carrying and shoved them in Y/n’s hand. The action made the witch giggle as she watched him blush. “Thank you, Dream. I love them.” She had said, smiling at him from behind the flowers—the sight made Dream’s heart leap.

Upon arrival, they set up their spot and sat down amongst the ankle-high grass and sparse wildflowers. The sun was light on their skin and the wind blew softly as the pair laid down and watched the clouds pass whilst talking about everything and nothing; Y/n would point out a cloud and say it looked like a goose, and Dream would disagree and say it was shaped like a cabbage, and then they would argue about how the other was wrong and vice versa for a while. They spoke of their childhoods and eventually, Y/n would bring out a book from who knows where and start reading to Dream—who was more than happy to listen to her talk for hours. The two moved from opposite sides of the blanket to right next to each other, Dream’s head on Y/n’s shoulder as she read.

Now, as late morning turns to late noon, the bright blue sky swirls into a fusion of pinks and oranges and then morphs into indigo as the sun dips beyond the horizon—a perfect end to a perfect date.

Dream drops his head to the floor in an attempt to hide his red face. The strawberry juice from Dream’s lips now stains Y/n’s thumb as she moves her hand to cup his cheek, and watches his eyes flutter closed. She traces his scar lightly and her gaze flickers to his lips.

“Y/n,” Dream whispers into the wind. Y/n almost doesn’t catch it. “You know how I told you I nearly didn’t make it when I was born.”

Y/n nods and remains silent as a sign for him to continue. “It wasn’t a miracle at all.”

“What do you mean?” She asks him, her voice soft too.

“My father was a wizard,” The news startles Y/n; she wasn’t expecting that. “And my mother told me that he died because he was defending us from magic, not that he was killed for having magic.”

“Dream…”

“So I just assumed that magic was bad because it killed my father—and I guess in a sense, it did, but not in the way I thought.” Y/n is speechless as she listens to Dream talk, although his voice remains just above a whisper the entire time.

“So that’s why you want the truce? So other children don’t lose a parent like you did?” Dream nods, an outline of a smile gracing his cheeks.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”

“Dream, look at me,” She whispers. Dream lifts his head slightly to meet her eye, his enchanting eyes reflecting the orange and pink fire in the sky. She runs her hands down his neck and down to his chest.

“Dream,” Y/n mumbles again, her nose brushing Dream’s lightly. His heart beats quickly and he hopes she can’t feel it through his white buttoned shirt where her hands lay. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me that.”

Y/n tilts her chin up in an attempt to meet Dream’s mouth. He laughs breathlessly as their lips bump together, the kiss not really being a kiss yet.

“Just kiss me.” He teases, leaning further back.

Y/n sighs, her eyes closing in annoyance at his antics. “Dream, seriously. I want to kiss you.”

And soon their lips are meeting in a soft pash. There are no fireworks, no goosebumps; just airy headaches and the feeling of finally relieving the ever-growing anticipation of revelling in each other. Y/n smiles, her teeth clanging with Dream’s. He laughs again, pulling her body flush against his.

“I can’t believe it took me this long to make you mine,” He mumbles against her lips.

Y/n visibly cringes. “Gross.”

Dream giggles at her reaction and pushes his lips back onto hers. Y/n pulls away abruptly.

“Wait, does that mean you can do magic?” She asks, her eyes wide with wonder and curiosity.

Dream shrugs one shoulder. “I’ve never tried, but I’m sure if I got the right training from an amazing, gorgeous, intelligent teacher, maybe I could learn.”

Y/n scrunches her nose up and swats his shoulder. “Shut up.”

Dream laughs shortly before he dips his head back down to her lips, his knuckles brushing her cheek lightly. The wind around them picks up slightly and Y/n feels static on her skin before she opens her eyes, turning her head to see glitter falling from Dream’s fingers. “Oh my god.”

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#life was a willow fic #lwaw #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken imagines #dream x reader #dream imagine #dream imagines #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #dream smp imagines #dream smp imagine #dream smp x reader #dream x fem!reader

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camslightstories · 3 years

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Tolerate It - Part 6

Lena Luthor x reader, Kara Danvers x reader, Alex Danvers x reader. Baby Danvers.

Notes: It’s finally here! I'm sorry for not posting it earlier, i just wanted to make sure to be as good as I could think of. I hope you guys like it, part 7 is coming later today.

Its been so lovely to chat with you guys about the story and its just so unbelievable to see all of you liking this story. I'm gonna be looking out for every comment, feedback and request you guys have. Have a nice day!

Taglist: @multi-images

3 years later

The soft sunlight of the morning came into the room. The smell of grease overwhelmed the studio apartment. The beaming and uncomfortable beeping of the red alarm in the nightstand invaded your ears. Piles of books overloaded the place.

Feeling the bothersome sound of your alarm and the sun coming through the blinds, you groaned as you moved the sheets over your head. Minutes moved by, and you got up, walking to the bathroom, massaging your temple. As a headache took over your head.

“Shit” You exclaimed as you glanced at the black clock in the bathroom. The bathroom had a simple black and white decoration, as did the rest of the apartment. After a few minutes, you ran through the apartment with mom jeans and an oversize black shirt.

The only thing that popped out in the apartment was a photo, a Christmas photo if we begin specific, the one that was years before as your wallpaper. You started a few seconds, before grabbing your cell phone and heading out.

The first year was of mixed emotions. Breakdowns at midnight and midday, consuming heartache, solemnly depression, and many others. Every once in a while it would all consume you, leaving like when you first left, but somehow a few days later of remembering and hoping that they were happy and okay. The feeling would go away. Some days were harder than others but you tried.

After a time your feelings slowly began to work themselves into a bottle, which you would box or shoot at it. You became a numb person, pain would be only physical felt, the sadness and heartache you once had become the base of the now built on walls, you created for yourself.

Boxing became your exit for multiple things, including anger, sadness, and fear. And in the path, you encountered a Russian, who became your family. Anatoly was a strange man, someone who cared in their own way. In the escape of your past, you became part of the now new organization Bratva.

The good, cherry, positive, and type C personality became blank. Your laughter became silence. Your smiles became void looks. Pain became something you only could be the maker of. Changing into a soldier made you not gain anyone except for Anatoly.

Working as the mechanic of the Texan town, became somehow soothing since you could be at peace and alone. And as the mechanic of the town, who was a total ice person, social interaction became minimal and only when they were necessary.

“Принцесса, good afternoon” The man in suit voiced, with a thick accent and a smile walking towards you.

You responded without moving out of the car, repairing the brakes. “I would say it's great to see, but it's not.”

“I got a meeting, are you coming?” Anatoly commented as he moved to sit on the chair at the side of the car, waiting for you.

You rolled your eyes and went to move your head when you felt the hit in your head. Groaning and now with grease over your face and body you slide out of the red car, cleaning your now black stained face and hands.“Okay".

Now in a hoodie and sweats. You walked inside of the car where the suited man waited, glancing at you, giving you the arms before you could speak.“You said it was a meeting, not that I need to punch anyone”

“Well, work is work, isn't it. Принцесса” He said with a smile, making you start the car.

You murmured as you drove off, putting both of the guns in your back.“Let's get over with this”

The warehouse was dark and empty. The only light on was the one beside a pile of boxes, and the cold breeze of the night hit you as you walked calmly to the light.

Two bodyguards at each side of the man, heavy but not strong. It was obvious they were more for intimidation than for actual defense of the old Australian man.

The event scaled quickly, going from simple gun trade to the bet of the fight rings. The man started to bet and trade with nothing less. When Anatoly called the ‘no’ for all of the things, the bodyguards stepped forward. Making you roll your eyes as you spoke.“Now we don't want to go there, do we?”

“Okay, your decision” When both of the men went to raise their guns, you had already begun to fight them, Anatoly not minding any business but answering the now entering call in his phone.

After the old man ran, the two bodyguards shielded him. You killed one with a single shot before you grabbed the other breaking his arm, putting him on the floor as you pressure your body weight on it.

The tall dark said as you were slowly torturing him.“Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry”

“I gave you your opportunity and you didn't want it, idiot. I'm not letting you go away now.” You concluded getting up, and shooting him in the chest, before walking away to the car where now the Russian man is seated with a worried expression.

Putting the radio on, ignoring the man. You drove to the Hotel where the Russian stayed before dropping him off. He looked at you, before speaking goodbye.“Принцесса, good business.”

You stared at him before locking the doors driving away to the market down the street of the shop. You entered before grabbing a shopping car. Passing through isles, grabbing beer and chips, before walking to the register.

The young woman on the register had made her life goal to annoy the hell out of you each time. Taking a big breath when you turned, the blonde flirted as you took out the cash to pay. “I like beer too, wouldn't you mind sharing with me?”

“No, I got work to do '' You responded with a cold tone, waiting for the receipt.

The blue-eyed blonde didn't seem to get the memo, and continued as she checked you out up and down, biting her lip before commenting.“You always do, beautiful”

You looked at her before, rolling your eyes, as she gave you the paper. Before shaking your head slowly walking away.

The truth was that even after you tried millions of different ways, you couldn't forget about Lena. You tried screaming at a photo, you tried meditating, drinking to numb, crying to exhaustion, and more. But there wasn't a way that you could get the black-haired woman out of your heart.

Getting out of your thoughts when you felt a sharp knife, on your back and a voice whispering in your ear. “Keep walking, pretty girl, keep walking to the ally”

You rolled your eyes and did what the man told you before turning around to be met with a tall guy in his 30s with a shit-eating grin and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes coming out of him.

Your hand went to your back, taking the gun and raising it to his eye level. The now wide-eyed man began to shake, dropping the knife. Making you sigh, as you felt the headache get stronger.“Next time, just go home”

The man closed his fist and kicked the knife out of the way, before sprinting down the alley, only to make you pull the trigger, hitting his leg. The cries of pain became the annoyance of your night, walking up to him putting pressure on the now bleeding leg, you spoke frankly without any doubt. “Nothing happens, because if it did next one goes in your head”

Darkness and coldness was the only thing that could be felt at night, in Texas. The smell of barbeque and fries could be detected at miles away, and the comfort of the quietness made you feel relax and somehow safe.

With a beer in the hand and a book in the other. You were laying on the couch, chips, and pasta on the table as you did. Guns, large and small on the side table with silencers and packs of bullets on the side. Pills of depression, anxiety, and pain were beside the arms. The packet of beers on the ground, missing one.

The door-knocking sound interrupted you from the relaxation moment you had. With a gun behind your sweats, a sports bra on, and the beer in hand you walked to the door, before scolding in a cold tone without looking away from your book “Anatoly, like you already know I punch once a day, now if you don't want one for yourself. I recommend you leave-”

“Y/N?” Interrupted Sam, looking at you with a confused glance.

#supergirl imagine #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor #alex danvers x reader #kara danvers x reader #baby danvers

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kaleidoscopic-quiddity · 3 years

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YO I'VE BEEN THINKING ABT AUTISRIC REKI N ADHD LANGA FOR W E E K S

like. like. i dont want to bash anyones HCs bcs you dont need a REASON 2 HC someone as adhd/autistic however: I am Very firm in my belief thay Reki! does not! show ADHD traits that aren't also autistic traits, while ALSO showing autistic-only traits!! Langa sort of has? both? hut in my mind I still lean towards inattentive ADHD Langa bcs. supported by canon babyyyy

n e way I'm SO glad theres someone else who Also thinks that. do u have any HCs abt them?

yea babey!! like at the end of the day reki and langa both have traits that can be read as autistic and/or adhd and i dont need to like, write a damn dissertation defending why i hc them the way it do, its all for fun and im not hurting anybody

ANYWAYS AS FOR HCS IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED:

Langa and Reki have no concept of volume control but in opposite directions, Reki will get up to full on yelling w/out realising it whilst Langa’s constantly being asked to repeat himself bc his natural register is like, barely above muttering.

I hc that Reki carries around fidget cubes and stim toys w/ him because otherwise he’ll like pick at his nails or chew his lips (haha what no i defo don’t do that,,) whilst he’s doing schoolwork or designing skateboards and i like to imagine that he lends Langa one and it totally rocks Langa’s world lmao, he’s like ‘Reki I’m actually getting thru my homework in one sitting :00′ and Reki’s like ‘yeah bro why do you think I always have one with me?’

So obvi Reki has a BIG special interest in skateboarding and Langa loves to hear him infodump abt it, like he doesn’t always necessarily get everything Reki’s saying but he knows how happy it makes him to have somebody listen. Also I imagine Reki tries to return the favour like and at first Langa’s like ‘oh i don’t really have a topic I’m super invested in like you’ but after some prodding Reki gets him to go off about snowboarding and the differences between Canada and Japan, they’re just a positive feedback loop of infodumping.

Okay quickfire round: Langa is the king of forgetting where he puts his shit and Reki’s always keeping track of it for him. Reki’s hoodies are comfort items, kinda like wearing a weighted blanket all the time but less heavy. Langa is prone to shutdowns after beefs when all the adrenaline wears off and he realises how loud S actually is. Reki stims by flapping his hands up and down when he’s really happy (what no I’m not projecting) and he’s kinda embarrassed by it by it because he says it makes him look like a bird but Langa loves it because he loves seeing Reki happy. Langa is mostly inattentive type but he also has impulse control the size of a peanut, Reki also has No Impulse Control and tbh its only a matter of time before these idiots try skateboarding blindfolded I swear. Did you know being autistic can fuck with your perception of pain? anyways thats my justification for how Reki handled getting beat up by 3 guys, getting hit by a car, and beefing against Adam in the space of like, two days, blunt force trauma just doesn’t bother him that much. Langa has alexithymia and is just,, so bad at putting his thoughts and feelings in to words, I bet you he practiced that lil speech he gave Reki in the skatepark in episode 10 for HOURS in front of his mirror. Reki is hyper-empathetic and feels it when his boards get damaged, its hard not to get attached when he spends hours upon hours working on them. Langa is dyslexic because I am too and I say so, he’s already having a hard enough time with english and now he’s gotta learn hiragana and kanji too? please help him. And finally, Miya is autistic and adhd (hyperactive-impulsive type) and that’s why he vibes so hard w/ Reki and Langa, us neurodivergent homies have a 6th sense for each other sometimes and Miya immediately clocked Reki and Langa lmao

#leo answers #tumblr: raaindropps #sk8 the infinity #sk8 headcanons #autistic kyan reki #adhd hasegawa langa #og post //

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gremlin-writes-angst · 3 years

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Possessively in Love

Chapter 1

A love tringle between Hitoshi Shinsou - Denki Kaminari - Katsuki Bakugou

Written by gremlin-writes-angst

TW: Cursing and a inappropriate joke

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Bakugou doesn't know how or when he developed feelings for the electric blonde in his class but he knew that they were there and they were strong and he hated those feelings. What he hated more was that the rest of his class seemed to like Denki too, not romantically like him, but they still touched him more than Bakugou thought was appropriate for friends. So without noticing he started becoming more protective of Denki, but it didn't go unnoticed by his classmates. Even though he was protective of the Stun Gun Hero, he still treated him worse than the others in his friend group and he had his reasons. Bakugou thought ahead of time, he thought that as a pro hero he won’t have time to love someone. At first, he tried to get rid of his feelings for Denki, but it was harder than he thought and so he moved on to plan b, make Denki hate him. Well, he didn’t necessarily want Denki to hate him just not to fall in love with him or anybody else. It worked for the most part, except for the fact that every insult he threw at Denki hurt him because it obviously hurt Denki, even if Denki played it off bakugou always saw the split second of hurt on Denki’s face, but it was for his good, at least that’s what he told himself. Bakugou had another problem, it was purple and always around Denki, and it wasn’t Mineta, it was Hitoshi Shinsou the bastard that replaced the purple perv.

Bakugou’s POV

I was in a decent mood, then was spammed by the group chat from my classmates. Apparently, Mina and Momo wanted to throw a party for the new purple student. I normally wouldn’t be caught dead at a party but I don’t trust the brainwashing bastard, I've seen him around Denki, and everything he does infuriates me. His tired eyes and eyebags almost disappear when he’s with Denki, his checks are too pink when Denki gave him the slightest compliment. What gave eyebags the idea that he was worthy of Denkis affection, I'm not worthy of his love than nobody is. I have to be there to prevent him and any other extras from being with Denki. God knows that now that the purple extra lives in their dorms and goes to their class, that he’s gonna try harder to be with Denki, and this party is gonna decided where he lands in the class, and I have a sneaking suspicion that the rest of the "Bakusquad" thinks that he should be apart of our group. First, they forced their friendship on me, then they started to call it the "Bakusquad" even though I threatened to blow their faces off, and even though they forced that name, my name, I still make zero decisions about who is allowed in the group, I mean I should have a veto or some shit if it’s named after me. As much as I wished I was wrong, God doesn’t like me so of course when I walk out of the slow-ass elevator, theirs the fucker flirting with Denki, I had to decide whether to barf or to scare the bastard off. I approach the two Denkis back is facing me but I know the brainwasher can see me when I’m close enough to hear them the purple bastard makes eye contact with me and then I heard his fucking voice

"you’re a mess Kaminari"

break eye contact he lifted his hand and wiped something off Denkis face, It disgusteing he could have used a fucking napkin it’s right there on his plate, but now he wanted the skin-to-skin contact, even if it so small, what selfish bastard. I was broke from my rant by Denki's laugh. I hate that sound, unless it’s for me then it’s almost as disgusting as eyebag’s voice. While he’s laughing Denki just makes the situation worse

"How many times have I told you to call me Denki"

I don’t care how much Denki wants the bitch to call him by his first name it’s not happening on my watch. I sped up so I was behind Denki before the purple-brained idiot could react.

Denki’s POV

I look at my phone to see if Bakugou is gonna come down for the party, I know he doesn’t like socializing but it could be fun especially if he gets down here. While typing out another text to send Bakugou I'm interrupted by somebody.

"What are you doing on your phone, is my party too boring for you?"

Hitoshi Shinsou's voice is even and sounds serious but I know he was joking. I've noticed that he seems to be more relaxed around me than the others. I hope I can make him less anxious about my friends.

"You know that’s not it, I was just checking to see if Bakubro was gonna show."

after I finish talking I take a bite of cake, I watch as Shinsou rolls his eyes and replays in the same voice as always

"I could care less about that jerk, especially if you’re here with me."

I’ve been told that I'm terrible at picking up signals, I always think people are flirting with me, unless they are flirting then I think they aren’t. So is Hitoshi Shinsou, the guy who is just my type, flirting with me, no no no it isn’t possible, but what if he is? I choke up on my cake from the possible flirting, Shinsou gives a short chuckle, that makes me blush more.

"You’re a mess Kaminari."

I know I am --- wait what is my hand doing oh calm down he's just going to touch my face, just breathe it’s normal. Trying to breathe normal fails and I let down a nervous laugh, I don’t want him to think I'm nervous so I pretend its a normal laugh, ok I can play this off

"How many times have I told you to call me Denki?"

I watch Shinsou’s face shift into a more intense scowl than his everyday tired scowl. At the same time, I start to feel protected, not that I need it but it felt nice. I don’t need to turn around to know that it’s Bakugou, he seems to like to protect me, probably because I'm a part of the Bakusquad, I kind of wish it was more personal than just being in the same friend group but hey what can you do.

Shinsou’s POV

Kaminari joked I could tell he was trying to hide his nervous laugh and flushed face. Ignoring Kaminari Bakugou speaks up

I don’t remember thinking about making eye contact with Mr.Blasty boy, I guess it’s like an instinct now, to piss him off, but he deserves it, if he’s gonna treat me like a threat I’ll be a threat. I would like to say that I wiped the frosting off Kaminaris’s face because I wanted to help him but I know that it was also to piss off Bakugou. I just enjoyed his face twist in disgust, his pace sped up to get to us faster, I said it already but he deserves it. When he’s finally behind Kaminari I watch as he tilts his head to make him look taller and scarier, but it won’t work on me. I take a step closer to Denki while staring down Bakugou!

" Wow, sandwiched between two guys I thought this only happened in my dreams?"

"What are you doing talking to Dunceface?"

Dunceface, I've heard Bakugou call him that a few times, and I saw that way Kaminaris eyes lost any positive emotion when he heard that name. It infuriated me, why was he so protective of Kaminari but also calls him names like Dunceface, it didn’t make sense

"I’m enjoying my party, and trying to raise Kaminari’s confidence."

I know what I saw is straight forward but that’s how I am, especially with Kaminari. Kaminari was kind, cute, fun and though I would have to argue with many for this next one, I know he's smart. He's a catch and I know others have and will fall for him so I want to make him mine sooner than later.

"What’s that suppose to mean?"

Bakugou knew the answer yet he still acts as if he doesn’t

"For someone who calls others stupid, you seem to need everything spelled out for you. You.Make.Him.Insecure."

With my feet planted I lean closer to Bakugou's face, Kaminari goes to move out from the two of us, he makes it, but then Bakugou grabs his wrist and pulls Kaminari behind him. I relax my stance, still glaring into saggy pant's eyes. We stay there for a while until Momo announces that pizza has arrived. Bakugou tears his eyes from mine along with a tsk, I take that as a win and leave to go get some food. I don’t have to be there for Bakugou to ruin his chances with Kaminari, he does that himself, I’d rather enjoy my party.

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All characters belong to Horikoshi and his series Boku No Hero Academia

#possessively in love #mina ashido #denki kaminari #shinsou hitoshi #bakugou katsuki #bakusquad #momo yaoyorozu #bakukami #kamibaku #shinkami #kamishin

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vorrentis · 2 years

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M Reader x Nayeon - Sitter (Part 1)

TAGS: Babysitter Nayeon x Reader

WORDS: 8553

ENJOY!!!

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"So you're going to be alone?"

"Only for three or four days maybe, not sure how long with mom." You tapped on your phone, answering your friend on speaker.

"Well shit man, even after the party, I'm surprised she's still trusting you,"

"Oh, she's far from trusting me. Didn't I tell you she even put up cameras now? She's got this place locked down. Plus I'm sure she's getting a sitter for me." You explained and heard your friend laugh on the other end.

"Hahaha, a babysitter! (YN) you're eighteen."

"I know, but I'm not gonna fight her on that." You pouted at the "Defeat" label on your phone, "Can't blame her though for what I did, plus she's not all there with what's happening with her parents."

"That bad huh?"

"Dude she's panicking, like really panicking," you whispered, "it's like she's prepared for the worse, can't blame her on that either."

In the middle of summer, your mom had the unfortunate news that her mom was in the ER and while you tried to tend to her since your dad was away on a job, it wasn't really doing well. Especially after what you did.

You attempted to call your dad, but of course, he needed to attend his work and you swore at his negligence.

And with much deliberation, our mom prepared the arrangements to travel to her mom's location.

Money was no object in this family so it was easy for her to just pick the quickest for her.

"Yeah no shit, I'd be too if my mom was in danger. So what's up with-"

"(YN)!" You jumped from your bed and pulled your headphones out, "Get your ass down here!"

"(FN) bro I got to go."

"Man I heard that from here. Luck (YN)."

You hung up and dropped your phone and ran out to the hall from your room and over the railings from the second floor.

You spotted her near the front door with her one suitcase.

"I've been calling you for the past five minutes!" She yelled as you went down the stairs.

"Sorry, mom, headphones."

"Always an excuse with you." She countered. "I'm leaving. Your sitter should be here soon. Tell her I left early and that the money is on the kitchen table."

"Okay. But mom, why pay anyway? Are you sure I can't stay at my friend's place? He has an extra-" She glared at you."

"You think I'm going to let your ass out of this house?" Her attitude increased instantly.

"..."

Her finger was right at your face.

"I don't want to hear another word!"

"..." You nodded.

"Don't ever talk back to me, you-"

BBBBBBBBBZZZZZZZZZZ

A buzz was heard and your mom looked through the door window.

"I expect nothing but positive feedback from your sitter, got it?" You nodded. "And don't do anything idiotic." You nodded in silence as she turned, grabbed her case, opened the door and...

"Bye-" SLAM "...sigh."

"Well, guess it's waiting time now."

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16 Minutes Later

You waited in the living room as you watch a random basketball game on the flat screen. Pelicans vs Lakers and Lakers were losing badly.

'And Ingram makes a three, towering the lead to thirty as fans keep on leaving.'

"Losing to the worst team in the league, how sad..."

BBBBBBBBBZZZZZZZZZZ

"Well, here we go." You said. You went to the panel by the door.

You peeked out to see a white car near the gate next to the outside panel and pressed the intercom.

"Yes?"

"Hello, I'm Im Nayeon. The sitter."

"Alright let me open the gate."

You pressed the button and let the gate open as her car went onto the driveway as you watched through the window.

'Wonder what strict sister my mom-...woah...'

She was extremely cute with a long sleeve lavender top, tight jeans, white vans and her visuals alone were breathtaking.

'She's the sitter?!...thank you mom.'

Nayeon walked closer to the door as you stood there, but without thinking, you fixed your hair and your shirt and cleared your throat as...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You opened the door and almost fainted at her smile.

"Hello~ Good afternoon." She waved as you mustered yourself.

"Hey. Uh, come in." You stepped aside as she walked into the house and you closed the door behind.

Nayeon took a look around and this ahem 'house' was damn impressive looking around...

...now turning back to you.

"Wow, this place is pretty remarkable. I almost didn't believe the address when I was contacted by you."

"Yeah, remarkable indeed." You stared at her as Nayeon smiled.

"Now then, may I meet Ms. (LN)?" She asked.

"I'm sorry, but mom left around twenty minutes ago." You stated as Nayeon gave a weird look.

"Mom? Wait? You're (YN)!" She pointed at you as you nodded, "the 'child' I'm supposed to take care of? How old are you?" She seemed upset.

"Eighteen."

"Eigh-are you-okay."

She scoffed and shook her head.

"Why on earth would you need a sitter then?" She asked.

"Because I did something stupid and mom wants someone to look after me." You answered as Nayeon sighed.

"...well...this is new. I still get paid right?" Nayeon asked as you shrugged.

"I assume so, money is on the table," You pointed at the kitchen as Nayeon turned in that direction and then at you.

"Interesting...hehe well this makes the job a hell of a lot easier then." She grinned and turned to the kitchen, "plus I think I'm going to enjoy living here till then. Your parents must have high jobs."

"Mom's a surgeon." You followed her as Nayeon nodded.

"Well, there you go." Upon reaching the kitchen, Nayeon whistled the state of it.

'Jesus this family is loaded!'

Nayeon saw two black packages on the table and went to them.

Both were labeled FOOD and NAYEON as Nayeon picked her one with the name and could feel something in it, opening the package and looked inside and pulled out...

"Uh..."

"What?"

"S-sorry, when you're mom said the amount...I didn't think she was actually going to pay all that."

You chuckled as Nayeon looked at you.

"Let me guess, she called you, said a price and you said yes right away?" You asked as Nayeon nodded. "That's mom."

Nayeon blinked several times as she nodded slowly and put the cash back in the envelope.

"That's...crazy..." Nayeon took a second to get her nerves back.

Getting paid near a grand to live in this home to take care of someone who was around her age sounds way too good to be true.

But it was true, and Nayeon grinned as she was going to enjoy this.

"...So," Nayeon leaned on the counter, "mind telling me why your mom was so eager on hiring a sitter for you? Can't take care of yourself~" She questioned with a smile as you smiled back.

"I threw a party a week back. It got hectic pretty quickly. It was even on the news." You explained.

"Holy- I saw that! That was here?!" You nodded as she started to laugh, "hehehe, I heard the cops came to stop it."

"You heard right." You said unamused, "in and out was a mess, and since my mom kept her eyes like a hawk on me. She took my card, no hanging out with friends, ordered me to clean the place around. And the sad thing was it wasn't even my fault. My dumbass friends invited others, who invited others and you get the idea."

Nayeon grinned.

"So you're a bad boy huh~"

You grinned back.

"Guess I am."

"Hmm~ Was it worth it?"

"Most definitely." You answered and Nayeon was amused at her 'child' to take care of.

"So why didn't she take you with her if she's onto you like a hawk?"

"You know why she left?" You asked as Nayeon shook her head, "she went out of state to her mom. She's in ER." Nayeon frowned, "I hardly know the family. Plus she wouldn't have time for me anyway, she says I'll be a burden on her throughout the trip." You said without a thought.

"I'm sorry." She apologized as you waved it off, "and dad?"

"On tour. He's a manager for this popular rock group, Markartis." Nayeon leaned back.

"Markartis? My friend loves them. Damn, your parents got some high jobs...but shouldn't he be with your mom if she's going through that?"

"You would think, he's never around, either being on tour or in their agency overseeing their rehearsals and practice or booking tours. Heck the last time I saw him was two months ago and only for a day before he left." You informed her as Nayeon nodded.

"Well, that sucks," Nayeon said as she saw your facial expression.

"It's okay, he calls every now and then so that's something." You looked at her for a moment. "Anyway, there's the cash for food and I guess I should show you your room then," You leaned back as Nayeon nodded. "Oh and feel free to make yourself at home." You presented your arms out as Nayeon smiled and followed you.

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TIMESKIP

7:42 PM

It wasn't long after that you gave Nayeon and tour of the home and her bedroom.

Suffice to say, Nayeon loved what she witnessed.

It was like a mansion, much more off than her apartment.

After giving the tour, both sat in the living room and learned about each other.

Nayeon was older by two years and attending University for a health care degree while Nayeon learned you were in your last school year and still undecided on what you wanted to do for your future.

Although, with your parent's occupations, she figured you didn't have to.

The reason she was taking sitter jobs was for income and it was well and the fact that your mom paid big bucks...well she was happy about it.

And now, Nayeon decided that she was to prepare dinner for you and her and it didn't take long for her to know where ingredients were placed.

She even joked about where your chefs were and you two got a good laugh out of that before you helped as well, both still making small talk though.

After putting out the pasta made from her and dining on it...

RING RING RING

Nayeon looked at the ID.

"It's your mom." She stated as she answered, putting you in a frown as she placed it on speaker since she was busy eating. "Hey Ms. (LN), how are you?"

"Fine. How are you?"

Mom sounded way nicer as you rolled your eyes.

"I'm doing great. I'm sitting with (YN) having dinner, he's doing great as well."

Nayeon didn't want to bring up you being her age to not ruin this.

"No issues?"

Nayeon was surprised she didn't say hi.

"None."

"Good. Nayeon, I must ask of you to stay there for a bit more."

Nayeon looked at her as she answered.

"How long?"

"Next Saturday."

"So a week then?"

"You'll be compensated, something transpired and I'll have to remain here." You wondered what happened as Nayeon shrugged.

"I understand. Don't worry, (YN) told me what's going on...take all the time you need Ms. (LN)." Nayeon said back as you smiled of having a week with Nayeon.

"He did?! I told him it was a private matter. That bastard pays no attention to-what?! I'm in a middle of a phone call!...Fine, Nayeon I must leave. We'll talk in the morning."

And with that, the phone call ended.

Nayeon leaned back from her phone and turned to you shrugging at her.

"Did she call you..." She whispered as you shrugged again.

"I know right." You said, resuming eating like nothing.

"(YN)? How can she-...does your mom regularly talk like that to you?" Nayeon was appalled. "This is abuse isn't it?"

"Oh, she's been like that for a while and only when I do stupid things or when she's stressed."

Nayeon couldn't believe you were acting like normal.

"Isn't she a surgeon, isn't that one of the most stressful jobs out there." You nodded and Nayeon was flabbergasted.

No kid should live like that...or take that from their parents...then another thought appeared.

"(YN)...is she...physically hurting you?" She whispered, afraid of the answer as you shook your head.

"No. Neither does dad and he doesn't yell at me either." You told her.

"...Does he know?" Nayeon asked as you sighed.

"...I don't tell him," Nayeon's shoulders dropped, "it's like I said, never around, so what's the point." You then stared at your food as you felt your emotions starting to rise.

"...(YN)..."

"It's fine Nayeon, it's just words."

"But-"

"I'm fine...honest. Thank you for the concern though." You expressed as you picked up your dinner bread and took a bite of the dough as Nayeon stared at you.

'Poor (YN)...' She thought while you kept your sight on your pasta.

She couldn't tell if your smile was fake or true and that got to her deep; your dad never here and your mom abusing you, how can a kid go through that?

Nayeon felt the need to do something; call social service or cops or something!

But what can they do now thinking about it? If nothing was actually happening to you, it's not like they can take you.

So Nayeon furthered thought and decided to do whatever to make your days worthwhile until your mom returns.

She gathered you should at least enjoy whatever time you have off from her.

"Don't think too much of it," Nayeon heard from you, "it doesn't affect me Nayeon."

Nayeon saw your smile...and smiled back.

"Nay."

"Nay?"

"Nay, call me Nay. My friends do."

She saw your smile extended.

"Well then Nay, what say you and I enjoy a movie after?" You asked as Nayeon nodded, but...

"...actually," she stood from her chair. "get ready."

"Why?"

"We're going out." She answered.

"But I can't even leave the place."

"Not alone. And since I'm going to be with you and keeping my eyes on you, I'm sure it won't be a problem." She said smiling. "Come on, I promise it'll be fun~" Nayeon leaned forward to you as you chuckled.

"...this isn't a test right?"

"Nope. Cross my heart~" Nayeon did just that as you gave a smile after a few seconds.

"Well can't say no to my sitter now can't I?" You amused as Nayeon smirked.

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TIMESKIP

ONE WEEK LATER

So though out the week, Nayeon accomplished events day in and out with you out or in of the house.

It didn't matter what it was, but Nayeon found every day to be exciting.

The first day was a tad awkward, but it turned better when they both started to get used to the night with one another.

Then you both hit it off.

Everything you had an idea, she was pretty excited herself.

Whether it was staying at home and doing something or going out, she would always have a good time with you with laughs and funny moments between the two.

There wasn't a dull moment.

Swimming, laser tag, dinner, mall, movies...whatever you both can do, you've done it and her plan was working as your smile was never-ending.

Sadly, time goes quick when you have fun and it was the day before your mom was to arrive, the last day of her being here.

So they decided to just relax rather than do something and stay at the house.

Right now, you both were out in the swimming pool, both swimming, splashing each other with water, or just relaxing...until...

"Hey Nay, I have to use the bathroom real quick. Bring out some floats in the shed."

"Okay." She agreed as she watched you leave...and thought before going up.

She saw you checking her out a couple of times in her bikini. (I mean who wouldn't right?)

And she giggled a bit when she caught you looking. She didn't mind one bit, plus she'll admit that she checked you out too.

Only eighteen, but she liked what she saw.

She decided to get the floats as you asked and while searching through the shed, she moved some items around and noticed something...she pulled the 'something' out and saw it was a case of beer.

'Must of been from the party.'

She then got it out of the shed.

'Thank goodness his mom didn't see this...maybe she-'

As Nayeon went to the house to see what to do with this, she saw you coming out and your eyes landed on the drinks.

"I-It's not mine, I swear." Nayeon heard and turned to you at the entrance, looking frazzled. "It's my stupid friends during the party. I threw the ones they drank out fast and nicely, but that was left here and I didn't see it till after so I hid it quickly since mom is now around keeping an eye on me. I was going to throw it away."

"..."

"Nayeon please, I swear, that's not mine." You asked as if you were being interrogated as Nayeon...

"He-ha...hahaha!" started to laugh hard at your show as your heart was rushing. "(YN) hehe, I wasn't going to tell on you, I ain't no snitch, but you should have seen your face! Hahaha!" She said laughing as she held her stomach with her free hand.

You stood there confused until your brain functioned again.

"R-really?"

"Yeah yeah, figured you have enough problems...hmm...(brand drink), not too shabby." She said investigating the pack.

"You drink?" You asked her.

"College parties, but not too heavily, you can't trust the horny guys there...have you drank?" She asked you as you looked around.

"...One cup...that's all I had...maybe two?"

Nayeon hummed a bit and then walked into the house and behind you as you stared at her bu- I mean, her back.

"Nay?"

Nayeon placed the beer on the kitchen table and grabbed her cell.

Your eyes widened and your heart dropped, thinking of the worse.

"N-Nayeon please I swear I didn't mean to have those cups!" You said pacing at her.

"Hello..." She declared as you stopped in place.

"Nay, I'll do anything-"

"Yes one large pizza with...hang on, (YN) what toppings do you want?" She asked you with a grin.

"...w-what?"

Nayeon snorted and laughed loudly again, head back and eyes closed.

"Oh god (YN)! You're so cute!" She said still laughing as your tension was going little by little, but what she called you was what got to you, "ah god, you're so gullible."

You were again frozen and stunned. Your heart was rushing as if it was going to explode.

She laughed once more.

"Oh...oh god (YN), you're too easy to fool."

"I hate you..." You said shaking your head.

"Aww~ You know you love me~" Nayeon winked as your expression went plain., .but seriously what topping?" She said smiling with her bunny-like teeth.

As soon as she smiled, your heart clenched and your body relaxed once again.

"...Sausage, ham, and pepperoni okay?"

"Oh someone likes their meat~" She joked as you shook your head.

"You can change it." You asked.

"It's okay (YN)...I like meat too~" She winked once more as she resumed talking on the phone, "sorry about that, I would like..."

You couldn't help, but your mind started to have dirty thoughts as she said that an

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Both were in the living room, watching something on Netflix while waiting for the pizza, having large laughs at the horror movie you both were watching while making jokes about it.

Nayeon was honestly having lots of fun, and she was kind of sad.

She was going to miss you.

She had a lot of fun here taking care of you...even if she didn't really take care of you. The times you spend hanging out of the house, in the house. She has to say it was a really enjoyable time instead of doing college work or with little kids and babies.

"Sucks doesn't it?" She said randomly.

"Hmm?" You asked as you turned to her.

"That this is our last night together."

"Oh...yeah." You said sadly. "You were fun to hang out with Nayeon."

"Back at you...listen (YN) I-"

BBBBBBBBBBZZZZZZZZZZZZ

The door panel buzzed, signaling that someone was at the gate.

Nayeon then got up and pressed the intercom, it wasn't hard since they were labeled.

"Yes."

"Pizza delivery?"

"Gate will be open, just come on through." She then pushed the gate open button and opened the door.

"For Nayeon, one large pepperoni, sausage, and ham?" You heard a woman's voice.

"Yes." You saw Nayeon grabbing a large box with one hand while handing the other giving back cash.

"Here you go and more for your troubles." She articulated and handed the delivery girl some extra cash.

"Oh, why thank you." She said, "Enjoy, and thank you for choosing us." That was all you heard before Nayeon closed the door.

"Nayeon you didn't have to do that." You said, "I would have given her the tip if you asked."

"Oh~ (YN) that fast...she was pretty cute though," Nayeon said smiling.

"What do yo- jesus, I meant money Nayeon." You said as she laughed for the umpteen time.

You couldn't help but chuckle at her cute laugh, it was contagious.

"Ah, (YN)...I'm really going to miss you." She said still giggling.

She stopped laughing as she placed the pizza on the coffee table.

"Okay...how about some refreshments." She asked.

"I think there's soda in the fridge."

"Well...I was thinking of something different." She said.

"Water?" She rolled her eyes.

"The alcohol (YN)."

Your eyes went wide.

"Didn't you throw them away?"

"It's in the fridge." You arched an eyebrow.

"Why would you-"

"Come on (YN)...just a can and that's it."

"Uhh...I don't know Nayeon."

"Oh lighten up. Besides it's our last night... let's drink it out and have a bit of fun for our last."

You didn't want to say no to her...but you knew that this can go very wrong.

"Aren't you supposed to be this responsible babysitter?"

"Oh I am, but with kids and babies, to which you are not. And since it's our last night together," She reasoned with you, "I figured we could party it up...without people though...just the two of us." She said looking at you.

For some reason, when you returned the gaze, you felt...comfortable with this.

You trusted her.

"Well...as long as we don't get too crazy."

"So..." She said as she leaned forward to you with an innocent look on her face.

"Just the two of us?" She nodded.

"...Be right back." You said as you got up from the couch to go to the fridge.

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You knew it was a mistake.

Right now you carried Nayeon, excuse me, the tipsy Nayeon to her bed.

Yeah, she was dizzy when she had her share of the drinks as she started to play loud music and dance around.

You just watched from the coach, as you saw her movements.

Nayeon then tripped and fell hard as you went over and made sure she was okay.

She seemed to got to her sense after that since she looked around a bit.

Besides the scrape on her knee, she was fine and you decided the fun time was over and you picked her up.

"W-where we going?" She said as you picked her up. You didn't see it, but she was slightly blushing from the contact.

"Your bed. I think you had enough."

"But-"

"No buts, I just don't want to see you hurt yourself again." It was just a scrape, but you still didn't want to find out how else she could hurt herself.

Nayeon was surprised, guys at her college parties, wouldn't even have done what you were doing...in fact one time she almost...well thank god her friends were there.

You maybe be younger, but you were more mature than most guys she knew already...besides you throwing the party...but maybe that was a good thing since she's here with you.

Nayeon grinned and got cozy in your arms.

You took her to the guest room and laid her down, she was looking at you.

"Just rest. I'll clean the mess." You said as you turned...but you felt your wrist being held as you look back at her as she looked at you without saying a word.

You gazed at her eyes, silence intensified around the room.

Then she let go of you and got cozy on her pillow.

"Thank you (YN)."

"...Yeah sure." You said as you left the room and proceeded downstairs to clean up the mess.

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You cleaned up and proceeded to check on her once more finding her asleep as you softly smiled and turned off the lights and headed to bed yourself.

You were sad, just like Nayeon. You really did have an amazing time with her...more so than your friends.

She was everything you liked...funny, attractive, friendly, easy to talk to...you were even starting to have a crush on her...but...she was just your babysitter...besides she was in college and you were just in high school, there was no way for her to be with you.

With a sigh, you lay on your bed and turned off the lights, and slept with a certain bunny on your mind.

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Your eyes opened and you saw the clock.

12:26

Your throat was parched as you sat up from your bed. You grunted as you stood up and went downstairs.

Grabbing a water bottle in the fridge, you headed up the stairs and before you went to your room, you saw the lights underneath Nayeon's doorway lit up.

"Guess she's awake." You said. Knowing how tipsy she was, your best decision was to go and check on her, make sure she was okay and not breaking anything.

You got closer and suddenly...

"Mmmm~"

The sound of a low moan was heard when you reached the door of the room making you freeze.

"OOoooo..."

Your mind started to have dirty thoughts...no way was she doing 'that' right...

You found yourself moving without thinking as if it was a siren's call like in that pirate's movie was beckoning you onwards.

Blood pounded in your head and you felt your cock twitch in response as you heard another moan.

"Oooooo...Oh god..."

Your eyes widened...

Fingers pressed against the door and it swung slightly open.

The vision before you would be seared into your brain for the rest of your life.

Directly across the room from you, laid back on the guest bed with her thighs spread wide, knees pointed at the ceiling, and feet firmly planted on the mattress was Nayeon.

She wasn't wearing a single article of clothing.

The roundness of her breasts, the dark pink of her upright nipples, the creaminess of her body, your mind took pictures of the scene in front of you.

Both hands were busily moving between her thighs, one shoving two fingers in and out of her glistening cunt, the pouting pink lips shaved completely bare, just a small thatch of hair on her mound which was almost obscured by her other hand as it played with her swollen clit.

You wanted to leave...but you couldn't move...you didn't want to move.

Your mouth was agape as your throat was parched, the water bottle still in your hand, but not for long as your grasp on the bottle slipped as it dropped to the floor making a 'thump' noise.

You looked down at the bottle, as silence was all you heard...

"(YN)?"

You slowly moved your eyes up away from her floor to the opening of the door, to her face as she sat up, she didn't bother covering herself as you looked away. You couldn't move from the spot as you were frozen with fear and embarrassment.

"Y-yeah." Your throat was parched as your heart was beating crazy.

"Come in."

You just followed what she said as you came in, still avoiding her gaze.

"...I-I'm so, so sorry Nayeon...I just woke up thirsty and went to get water and then I came to check on you an-"

Nayeon laughed causing you to stop talking while looking away.

"Thirsty huh..."

Then you heard the bed creak as she stepped off...with your peripheral vision, you saw her legs walking towards you.

You closed your eyes instantly, as you were preparing for a beat down from her.

"(YN)...relax...I'm not mad."

Your eyes widened.

Now you were just confused.

How could she not be!?

"B-But I-"

"It's okay (YN). Besides...I was thinking of you~"

Your mind and body froze.

"Oh~ looks like someone wants to say hello~ let me help with this~"

She then grasped your cock through your shorts as your whole body jerked.

"Na-"

"I was just reading some smutty stuff on my phone...and it was very naughty and I couldn't help myself."

You could smell the alcohol in her breath...no wonder she's letting you off easily.

She was still drunk.

She then placed a finger on your torso, over your heart, as she traced it around.

"But now that you ruined it for me...you're going to have to take responsibility...in finishing it for me."

Your brain went haywire...was she...

"Ha, a-another joke r-right." You said anxiously.

"No...no joke." She said as she leaned closer.

God, what do you do?

"Besides~ you could use the help yourself~" She displayed feeling you up as you moaned.

"Nayeon..." you said as you stood there aching. "I-"

She leaned closer. "Maybe this will convince you~"

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Your eyes fluttered closed, as she leaned forward and cut off whatever you were thinking with a kiss.

All the reasons you'd kept yourself from thinking about stopping had gone flying out the window.

Her soft lips were on yours and she took advantage of the reaction to sweeping her tongue into your mouth.

There was a momentary hesitation and then you gave in to the kiss.

You brushed her hair aside before you embraced her while you stroked her back.

Both of you moaned into the kiss as their tongues sensually rubbed against one another while Nayeon trickled her fingers through your hair while she rubbed her left hand on your chest.

Nayeon felt your tongue licking back against her own and she eagerly did the same to him as she leaned closer if that was possible. You purred as you felt her breasts pressing against you and your heartbeat increased from the incredible softness before you reached up and palmed her breasts, causing Nayeon to giggle and break the kiss with you.

"If you're going to do that (YN), don't you think we should move to the bed?" Nayeon allured with a wink and you grinned at her before picking her up and carrying her to the bed, laying her down on the soft mattress with you landing on top of her.

You reached up to cup her breasts before kissing her again.

As they kissed, you palmed and fondled her breasts while she wrapped her arms around your neck. Nayeon placed her hand on the back of your head as she ran her fingers through your hair and moaned as you groped her breasts.

Your fingers massaged and squeezed at the softness of her orbs while her eyes shimmered in bliss the whole time.

You moaned in the kiss as your hands smothered her breasts and were fascinated by their softness as you rubbed them.

Your babysitter whimpered as her chest was teased and she found your fingers beginning to tease her tits as you squeezed and kneaded the soft tits, her back arched upwards to thrust her breasts further into your hands, bringing her hands over yours to play with them even further.

You were feeling yourself and her play with her boobs, fascinated by how soft yet firm they felt in your grasp, the nubs of her nipples as you played with them between your fingers.

Your fingers traced them before carefully gripping them and pulling them in your direction as your kiss with her came to an end.

She moaned as you licked her collarbone and held her breasts together to lick her cleavage before doing the same to her nipples.

They grew hard from your touch within moments of your teasing and Nayeon reddened as your tongue rubbed them. Nayeon mewled as your fingers massaged and kneaded her tits while she became aroused from your touch alone, much better than doing it herself.

You grew aroused to the point of Nayeon feeling your erection take form within your boxers and moaned before you started licking her earlobe.

With her hands, Nayeon brought your head down to her chest, but you didn't need a hint to know what she wanted, sucking one nipple hard into your mouth and eliciting a small cry from her.

SLURP

SUCK

SLURP

"(YN)..." she moaned. "Oh god... that feels so good...oh, suck my nipples, harder (YN)...eat them up."

Your moans were muffled through her tits, as you felt your cock throbbed.

Nayeon's dirty talk was encouraging you to do better.

She groaned and moaned, as she shook and her legs were now wrapped around the backs of your thighs just below your butt, trying to pull your lower body down for her to rub against your cock.

"The other one... please (YN), suck the other one..."

Not a problem.

Your mouth latched onto her unintended nipple, leaving the first one slick and moist with your saliva.

As you suckled, your right hand slid down her body and over that trimmed mound of hair to find the soaked slit.

Nayeon writhed and cried out as you pushed your fingers back in and then began fucking her with them while you sucked and bit at her nipple.

The squishing sound of her wet pussy giving way under the thrust of the two fingers nearly caused you to go into a frenzy.

She continued to moan and grind against you as you finger fucked her, her nails raking through your hair and then down your neck to your front where she started pulling at your shirt.

You stopped fingering so that she could pull the shirt over your head.

Next thing you knew Nayeon was pushing at you and you rolled onto your back as she grinned down at you.

Her eyes searched your body and your face.

"You're so cute~" she whispered in a husky voice.

She leaned down, her breasts swaying, as she sucked one of your flat nipples in her mouth, returning the favor.

Her tongue traced around it and then she gently bit down on the tiny nub, your cock throbbing in response.

It was an odd feeling, great, but odd.

One delicate hand of hers snaked through your shorts and she felt your bulge through your boxers as she stroked you through them and your hips thrust upwards in response.

You thought you might actually cum right then and there, it felt so exemplary.

"Shit (YN)," she muttered, staring down at where her hand had disappeared into your shorts. "You're huge!"

You smiled as you pulled her mouth down for a kiss, enjoying the way her fingers flexed and squeezed you tightly as you kept one hand firmly on her neck, the other reaching up to twist her nipple.

When Nayeon pulled away she was panting, and you pinched at her nipple to try and pull her back down to you but you moved your fingers and plunged into her again.

It was smooshed and so very, very slick.

Nayeon whimpered as she rested her hands on your legs, held in place by the pleasure that she was receiving from your fingers as they invaded her lips.

She then pulled away.

"Your fingers were great, but now it needs something else." She softly said as she lay down and before Nayeon could plant her butt, she felt your tongue dart between her wet lips, "Ooh," she moaned as the inside of her pussy lips were sensually massaged. "That works too~"

You placed your hand on her breast and sank his fingers into their softness while licking her entrance.

Nayeon moaned as you licked her lower region and teased her breast before concentrating on her pussy, licking into her walls and squeezing her chest with your free fingers teasing her clit.

Her eyes glistened with lust as she loudly howled with pleasure as her walls were licked into by her new lover and she was amazed by how well you were licking into her. She deeply moaned as you wagged and swayed your tongue about the inside of her pussy.

Your fingers danced about on her clit as you toyed with her breast and tasted her arousal as it grew from your licks, moaning at how well Nayeon tasted.

"Oh my god~" She exclaimed as her body jerked from the very pleasurable touch. "Yeah more (YN)!"

Your tongue danced around inside, not wanting to disappoint her and her moans proved you weren't with Nayeon gripping her hands on the sheet and on your hair; you didn't mind the pull, as she felt herself getting very close to an orgasm.

Her eyes were shut tightly and her teeth clenched as her moans and groans were getting louder and closer together.

"Don't stop, don't stop!"

Every muscle in her body suddenly tightened up as she threw her head back and moaned.

Her eyes shot close and she panted hard as an intense orgasm spread throughout her body. Her legs started to kick with each wave of pleasure that hit her.

You put your lips to her pussy and sucked up as much of her juice as you could with your entire mouth and chin were coated in a thick layer of her cum as you lapped up what you could.

"Oh my fucking god!" she begged while looking up and once her pussy seemed to stop, you leaned up and kissed her, as you licked her tongue, you allowed her to taste her own arousal as you began wiggling his fingers into her warmth and they fingered her pussy.

Nayeon's breast was once again toyed with and she caressed her free breast while your tongue ravenously licked her own.

You continued to grow aroused inside of your boxers and the bulge you had reflected just that, worming and wiggling your fingers inside Nayeon as her toes curled from the pleasure she felt.

Nayeon fondled and groped herself as she knew her body was in euphoria.

Her hunch proved to be correct as her fluids drenched your fingers and their kiss ended as you removed your drenched fingers from her warmth and licked them before you allowed her to lick them herself,

SLURP

SUCK

Nayeon moaned at her fluid's taste before you stood up to remove your bottom clothing, which had a noticeable bulge in it.

And as soon as you lower your shorts and boxers...

Nayeon licked her lips at the size of the cock you were hiding.

"My my (YN)~ you were hiding that from me this whole time~" You came closer as Nayeon used her hands to stroke you for a few seconds as you gently moaned at her soft hands, "I need you to fuck me now~"

Nayeon pushed you backward, with your back on the bed as she straddled you with a view of her breasts hanging down over your body.

You reached up to cup them and she moaned, arching her back and thrusting her breasts towards you then she leaned down.

She took your mouth with a hungry kiss, her bare body rubbing deliciously against your, nipples rasping over the wiry hair on your chest, cock cradled in the wet crack of her pussy lips, and slid in, both moaned in each other's mouths until you stopped.

You let go of her lips as you looked at her.

"Are you sure?"

"Just make me feel good~," She asked of you and she brought herself down slowly, resulting in both of you groaning at the sensations of this.

"Oh, shit~" you leaned your head back as Nayeon closed her eyes of being filled up.

Her pussy juices coated the length of your dick as she rubbed herself against you, her clit bumping over the ridge of your head with every stroke of her hips.

So wet...so tight...

Caressing and squeezing the handfuls of her breasts, you thrust upwards, feeling her vibrating moan as your movement increased.

It was heaven as she rode you up and down, the wetness of her mouth and the contact of bodies was exhilarating for both.

Your hips moved of their own accord, pushing upwards and into her as she sank downwards.

It was like a massage around your cock, her muscles stroking the entire length, and you squeezed her breasts hard as she ground down on top of you.

Nayeon pushed herself upwards on top of you and began riding you with passion.

Her body rose and fell, breasts bouncing, pure sensual ecstasy written in every line of her body and the expression on her face.

"(YN)...fuck...oh you feel so good...god you're so big that you fill me up...it feels so good..."

"Oh fuck Nayeon... fuck yeah, ride me..." Although you'd never tried dirty talking, you weren't exactly a saint, being a teen with hormones...and her words were motivating you to do so, and you could tell that she liked hearing you by the way her pussy clasped you even tighter.

"God you're so wet...so tight...fuck that's good...Nayeon..."

The sound of her wet pussy slapping against your body was driving you wild.

SLAM

Her strokes were long and hard, all the way up to the head of your cock before slamming back down to take you fully inside of her.

Every few bounces she would grind herself down against you, gasping and moaning as her clit rubbed hard against you.

Her lips rubbed all over your groin as your cock was squeezed tighter and tighter.

You would have never thought something like this would happen to you, and with Nayeon of all people, your fucking babysitter, and here she was bouncing on you, riding you for all she was worth, and moaning and talking dirty to you.

You kept your palms on her jiggling breasts as they heaved and squeezed them while sitting up and placing your mouth right on her nipple, your hands now around her as Nayeon moaned as you suckled on her bud as she rode your cock.

She placed her legs on either side of your and continued wiggling her hips as she thrust her warmth down your manhood.

SLAM

Nayeon placed her hands on your shoulders and smiled at you while you rubbed his lips on her tits, alternating between each one, not wanting the other to be forgotten.

You pounded your cock into Nayeon's pussy and she held onto you and pitted her hips against yours, moaning with intensity as Nayeon planted her hands on either side of your cheeks before making you look up at her.

Nayeon looked down and marveled at the speed your cock carried as pumped ran it into her wetness while she leaned forward and rested her forehead against his as he looked up at her.

Both sets of eyes met one another while they worked their hips in sync before they mutually pressed their lips against one another.

Nayeon caressed your cheeks and you did the same around her back, holding onto her while keeping their foreheads pressed together as they worked their hips together.

Knowing that you weren't going to hold out much longer if you let her keep up the pace, you used her waist to pull her downwards.

Wrapping one arm around her back, you flipped yourselves over, your cock still deep inside of her as Nayeon stared up at you with wide, shocked eyes.

"That was hot..." Her voice was breathy with awe on her face.

She pulled your lips down to hers, sucking your tongue into her mouth with all the lust she had stored up.

Her hips pressed upwards, grinding her body against you, and you groaned as you fought your body's response to cum.

You then broke the kiss, slid her body downwards till you were standing off the side of the bed, slid your arms down to hook underneath her thighs, and then pulled them upwards, locking your elbows into the underside of her knees as they were dangling over the sides of your torso.

Now her pussy was fully displayed, open and accessible to you as you thrust into her; long, slow strokes followed by faster shallow ones, pounding and fucking her nonstop as she can only take it.

Nayeon writhed beneath you as much as she was able, her groans and moans becoming louder and louder and you fell on top of her, her legs now released from your grasp as she locked them over your torso.

You reached down and sloppily made out with her as you kept on smashing into her once again as you spread your legs to give your thrusts extra power.

Nayeon released the kiss as you placed your head to the side and grunted as you gave her the fucking of her life.

Your length shot into Nayeon's warmth and struck her innards with intense speed and Nayeon in return, was really enjoying the stamina and speed you displayed in the sex, and she closed her eyes in bliss, her wetness flew down your cock and her warm insides made it vibrate inside of her.

Since she was also reaching her limit, this didn't surprise her very much with her what was the best night of her life while being a fuck toy for you with your manhood flying into her pussy and your eyes also shut while pounding his hardness into her warmth.

"(YN)... oh fuck... (YN)... oh FUCK me... I-I'm going to cum... please (YN), fuck me HARD... oh PLEASE!"

Hearing her begging for you was music to your ears.

You could feel your balls tightening and knew you didn't have much time before you were going to fill her pussy with your cum.

"Oh~ OH! OH~!"

You slid your arms under her back and around her shoulders so that she could wrap her legs around your body tighter, her ankles digging into your hips as they clenched hard.

Her fingers were clutching your shoulders as Nayeon threw back her head and screamed out your name as her pussy contracted, squeezing you tightly.

You gasped with each and every thrust, with her moving up and down with you.

"FUCK!" You buried your face in her hair, your hips flexing in minor increments back and forth as you flooded her body with hot cum, spurt after spurt squeezed out of you by the orgasmic contractions of her pussy.

Both of you stiffened as her insides applied pressure onto you and a wave of your release filled her pussy, being too mesmerized by the sheer force of you to say anything.

Nayeon looked down to see half of it spray from her wetness onto the bed and she howled into the air.

"AHH! (YN)!"

Seconds later, she lie on her back with her head resting in your lap and he smiled at the blonde top model. She looked up at him in return and warmly smiled while resting.

"Is everything about you this amazing (YN)?" Nayeon asked and you chuckled weakly.

"Well not to brag, but I'd say yeah, I really am great at anything I do," you said and Nayeon sexily smirked at you.

"Well, in that case, I'd say this night isn't over yet~" Nayeon declared and you smiled.

A second later Nayeon was on all fours over the bed with you thrusting into her pussy once more as Nayeon moaned loudly.

Her innards were struck by you as you plunged it into her walls, loudly moaning as you pistoned forward and pounded your cock into her warmth.

SLAP

SLAM

SLAP

Nayeon blushed from your cock as it shot into her pussy and her rear cheeks were smacked against by your thighs.

“AHH! OH! (YN)!”

She closed her eyes once again and mewled as she felt you gripping her hips and deeply blushed and moaned as her new lover kept her attack, her eyes sparkled with ecstasy as her mind faded into ecstasy once again, her eyes closed in pleasure, and couldn’t last from this.

She groaned as her pussy became tighter on your length and your balls become tight as well while thrusting into Nayeon's caverns as she mewled from how hard you were going now as you struck into her and made her walls shake like an earthquake with intense forces and her eyes looked back at you with lust.

“L-Look at me when you cum! I-I want to see!”

Your eyes connected as you grunted and with a final thrust, your eyes leered as you were squeezed by her pussy before a wave of semen poured out of her tunnels and oozed down your balls and you shot your cum into her.

Nayeon moaned with her younger partner as their cum poured from her folds and you removed your drenched cock before the two of them lay together on the bed with Nayeon's head resting on your toned chest.

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You both just stayed at the wall, you felt the liquids come down your thighs.

With the last remaining energy you carried her to the bed and you both fell on it. Both side by side.

"That...was amazing (YN)."

"You're welcome."

"And...was that your first?" She asked.

"Yeah." You said shyly.

"Great...so was mine."

You wide eyed and looked at her as she was smiling at you.

"R-really."

She nodded.

"Like I said...college guys aren't the greatest. But I'm happy it was with you." She said as she snuggled up to you. "And on our last night...what a perfect way to end."

"It really was."

A few minutes passed as you heard her soft snores, you pulled up a blanket as you covered the both of you.

You didn't care about today or about your mom...right now was the person in your arms.

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