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Neteyam who?

(Pt. 2 to Good Luck Finding Better)

Based off this request!

Pairing: Dilf Jake Sully x fem omatikaya reader

Warnings: HEAVY SMUTTT, darkish Jake?(rougher than the previous part), p in v, oral, spitting in face, dom Jake, creampie, a lil face smacking, lots of dirty talk, think that’s it but lmk if I missed anything

W/c: 2.8k

A/n: hey y’all, sorry this took longer than I wanted it to but schools been kicking my ass. I hope you all and the anon who requested this enjoys!! Dilf Jake is my guilty pleasure 😈😈

As the sun rose the next day, you slowly blinked your eyes open. You immediately felt soreness in your muscles, especially in a particular region between your legs. Then the realization dawned on you and you remember what happened last night. You wondered if it was a dream or if it really happened. You gasped as you noticed the cum seeping out of your hole onto the bed and decided that was enough evidence to confirm you weren’t dreaming.

You stayed alone in your hut for 2 hours, refusing to go into the village and overthinking last nights’ events. What were you gonna say to Jake now? Or Neteyam? Nothing would ever be the same! You fucked your Olo’eyktan, a whole married man! And he was your best friends dad, to make matters worse. You felt shame and wished you knew what to do.

By now you were hungry and it was well past breakfast time. You had to leave sometime, you couldn’t just stay in here forever. So you begrudgingly got yourself ready and tried to clean the mess between your legs. You were fearful everyone would be able to smell exactly who left their seed in you. So you tried to cover it up by dabbing your strongest smelling oil that you had on your inner thigh. It would have to work.

Just as you were about to walk out of the door and face your fears, a familiar face appears. And speak of the devil, it’s Jake.

He was smiling mischievously down at you, and you just looked up at him angrily and crossed your arms.

“Get out of here.” You demand sharply.

“Excuse me?” He scrunches his eyebrows in confusion and tilts his head to the side, scanning you over with his intense gaze. Part of you wants to cower but you kept going.

“Last night was a mistake,” you explained, “I was in a vulnerable state and you knew it.” You said as you poked his chest hard with your pointer finger. “And now I’ve probably lost my best friend because of you.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Jake holds his hands up to stop you. “If I remember correctly, that skxawng rejected you and I came to make you feel better. To which you had seemed to thoroughly enjoy,” he cockily smirked and you blushed, looking away with a pout. “Why are you mad at me and not my son?”

“Because he means more to me than you do! You’ve ruined everything!” You yell at him without thinking.

He suddenly grabs your neck with one hand and brings you closer to his face. Your breath caught in your throat and you struggled to balance on your tippy toes.

“Watch your tone, girl. Don’t forget I’m still your leader” he lowly speaks, his hot breath was fanning over your face and causing your thighs to clench together.

“Fuck you.” you manage to spit out.

He lowly chuckles and seems to be amused. “You already did that, honey.”

You bare your teeth at him, it made you so angry he was taking this so lightly and nearly mocking you like this was some kind of joke.

“Let me the fuck go!” You choke out harshly, still barely touching the ground with your tip toes to hold you up, both your hands gripping his arm to help hold you up so you wouldn’t actually choke.

His smile grows bigger. He seemed to like having so much power over you.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” he faked like he was actually thinking, “I think you look so pretty like this.” You fought and wiggled as much as you could, but it was to no avail. “You’re a feisty one, ain’t ya? I never knew that about you.” He muses.

Then something came over you as you decided you’d heard enough of him, and with no thought you spit in his face.

You surprised yourself more than you surprised him it seemed like. Your jaw drops at what you just did and he just blinks once. Most of it landed on his mouth and to your absolute horror he licks it up and groans in appreciation.

��Mmm you taste so good, baby.” He tenderly smiles and you look at him in disbelief. The bass in his voice and his vulgar display lights something inside of you.

He gathers the rest of your spit off his face on two fingers and puts it to your mouth, beckoning you to open and pushing his fingers inside.

“Suck.” He demands, still holding your neck with his other hand but he sets you lower so you’re back on your heels now at least.

You didn’t know why you listened to him, but you did. Maybe it was his authority, or maybe because you felt yourself heating up and loosing your resolve.

Once you sucked your own spit off his fingers he pulled them out. He was making intense eye contact with you to the point you couldn’t force yourself to look away, almost like you were hypnotized.

“Good, now swallow.” You did as you were told with no hesitation. It was like your body answered to him before your mind could tell you not to.

You stuck out your tongue to show your empty mouth. “Good fucking girl,” he said while lightly smacking your cheek a few times.

“You still wanna go talk to Neteyam?” He asks, feigning innocence and mocking you.

You shook your head no, the desperation in your eyes from him getting you riled up was obvious to him but he liked teasing you.

“Good. Get on your knees” he demands roughly.

You were a little surprised at his straightforwardness but you obeyed and sank down to your knees before him.

He gracefully unties his loincloth and his full erect cock springs up right in front of your face. You didn’t get to see it this close up last night but now you’re noticing how pretty it is. Long and girthy, sprinkled with tiny bioluminescent freckles all the way up to the dark purplish tip.

“Open up for me, pretty” he rasps while rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip.

Once again you do as your told, your body fully submitting to him. You stick your tongue out and he places his dick on it, tapping it a few times. You lick and swirl your tongue around his tip as he lets out a pleased sigh while his body relaxes. You close your lips around him and he places his hands on your head to tug you closer and take more of him.

“Think I need to fuck this pretty mouth, how’s that sound?” You moan in response and he pushes your head hard, making you take almost his entire length and you gag.

He chuckles while you choke on him. “Yeah, this bratty mouth just needed to be stuffed with some cock, that’s all” He groans and tosses his head back while feeling your tight throat sucking him in.

You were already a mess, spit running down your face and neck, and tears welled up in your eyes. He picked up his pace and now held your head in place as he thrusted himself into your mouth. You couldn’t do anything but just take it. You focused on breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat, trying not to gag.

“Oh fuck-“ he whimpered and bit his lip trying to suppress his moans. “Shit that’s good. You’re doing so fucking good for me,” he praised as he felt himself coming near.

Your nails were digging into his smooth thighs and your throat was stinging at this point but you honestly couldn’t get enough of him. Your lower belly was warm and had butterflies.

“Gonna cum in your throat and you’re gonna swallow it all, okay?” He panted.

You felt his body stiffen and his cock twitch before you felt the warm ropes of cum spilling in your mouth. It felt warm and smooth like honey and you greedily took it all.

He pulled out of your mouth once he finished and smiled proudly at you.

“Good girl, that’s what a good slut does. You learn so quick,” he said while grabbing your face and placing a sloppy smooch on your lips.

He graciously grabbed a small towel to wipe your tear stained face and the sticky drool off your body. You smiled deliriously up at him.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I haven’t forgotten about you,” he grins. “Bet that lil pussy feels so neglected right now, huh?”

You nod your head and could hardly wait any longer.

“Nuh uh, need to hear you say it. What do you need?” He asks while petting your hair as you were still on your knees.

“Need you! Need you and your cock, please” you outright begged like he wanted.

“Please what?”

“Please.. sir?”

“Mhmm. Atta girl,” Jake praised.

He crouched down to your level and started crawling to tower over you. Your eyes were glued on his lips and he seemed to understand since he connected your lips in a heated kiss. He felt warm and tasted sweet and earthy.

He guided you to lay all the way down and you felt his rough hands start exploring, first just on your arms but then he couldn’t help himself from touching your tits.

Slipping under your top he kneaded one of your breasts, still holding himself over you with his other hand. He slightly moaned into your kiss at the contact and then pinched your nipple, making you break the kiss.

“Mmm” you hummed and threw your head back in pleasure.

“Yeah? Is that it?”

You bit your lip trying not to sound too desperate but still shook your head yes, begging him with your eyes. He took that as more than enough permission to keep doing it how you liked. He shifted to balance on his knees and his other hand wasted no time by going to knead your other breast that was left out.

“So, so perfect,” he whispered admirably.

Then with no warning he ripped your top off, beads flying everywhere. Normally you would’ve been upset about the damage of your precious clothing but right now you couldn’t care less.

“This needs to go too,” he said while yanking off your loincloth. It kinda hurt, but again, you weren’t in your right mind at the moment. And he was clearly getting impatient.

“Fuck” he breathed while eyeing your form. “Pretty. So fucking pretty” he rubbed your leg gently, quite contradictory to his former display of roughness.

Deciding to take the lead now, you opened your legs up for him. You were propped up on your elbows so this position was picture-perfect, and Jake did indeed wish he had a camera for your pornographic pose.

He was practically salivating over you but he wasn’t gonna let you get the upper hand. Snapping out of it, he looks at you devilishly like he was gonna devour you whole. You notice his cock is already fully hard again. Fuck, he’s good you admitted in your head.

Your pussy was a mess, your juices coating your lips and running down your ass.

“Jake, please” you begged.

He stopped ogling you and practically pounced onto you. He stole your lips in a hungry kiss and God, you loved the way he tasted too. You fought for dominance with your clashing of tongues but of course he wins with his larger mouth. He was shoving his tongue far into your mouth trying to get everything he could take from you. And you let him.

You whimpered as your heart rates increased and the thrill was like no other. Yeah, you loved Neteyam as your best friend but Eywa, his dad made you feel like you were flying.

All that could be heard was heavy breathing because neither of you wanted to stop. Then you felt his five-fingered hand slide down to rub your inner thigh and you thought you could almost cum right then. It was dizzying and made your body feel fuzzy.

He finally stopped teasing around the area and touched you where you wanted him the most. You both gasped at the contact.

“Damn,” he breathed while coating his fingers in your slick, “Needy little thing”

He pushed his middle finger in your sopping cunt and it slid in easily. You moaned and looked at him.

He started finger fucking you and gained a rhythm, then slid in another digit to add to the stretch.

You closed your eyes shut and were making so many little sounds that he loved. He also loved the sight of you squirming in pleasure.

“Watch it” he gruffed

You obeyed his request and turned your eyes to the sinful scene. He had you spread wide open and was pistoning his two big fingers into you like there was no tomorrow, hitting all your sweet spots so perfectly. It was so good you were struggling to get any sounds out as your mouth stayed open in a silent scream.

You felt your impending orgasm coming quickly. He seemed to have picked up on this as he started rubbing your clit in circles, making your climax rip through you.

“JAKEEE” you screamed and arched your back as it wracked through your entire body, toes curling and grabbing his dreads for support.

“Fuck yes. Fuckkkk yes!” he praised as he kept pumping you with one hand and lightly spanking your clit with the other, prolonging your orgasm.

You slowly came down from it, panting and a bit dizzy. Your eyes looked heavy.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, I ain’t done with you yet, babe” he said while manhandling you to flip you over on all fours. You could barely hold yourself up on your arms as you felt tired so you slumped down on your face, ass up in the air.

“Now ain’t this a pretty sight,” Jake chuckled from behind you. You felt his tip prodding at your entrance that was still soaked from your arousal and orgasm.

With no warning he slammed himself inside.

“OH!!” You shot up, the intrusion catching you off guard.

“Had to get you awake somehow,” he laughed. “Now take this cock until I cum in your little pussy”

Before you could say anything he slid all the way out and slammed back in. Your eyes were almost popping out of your head at the fullness. He had to be in your stomach, you thought to yourself.

He grabbed onto your ass cheeks for leverage to pull you back onto him, setting a brutal pace. The skin slapping could probably be heard from the village.

“You feel so good.. such a good slut for me”

You clenched around him at his degrading comment.

“Oh yeah? You like being a lil whore? That’s all you are, hm?” he growled clenching his teeth, already lost in the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.

You moaned and whimpered below him, taking every inch of his dick.

“Bet you’d probably like Neteyam to see you getting fucked again” he taunted and you once again squeezed him tight as confirmation to his statement, “Yeah, I know,” he laughed, “it’s funny, ‘cause you try to act all innocent for everyone else. If only they could see you now”

You were hearing every word but truly didn’t care. Not right now, not when his dick was blissfully pounding your cervix and you feel another orgasm rolling in.

“Pleaseee” you whined.

“Please, what? One cock not enough for you?” he teased and smacked your ass.

“It is! Just please don’t stop!”

He sped up and thrusted harder into you.

“You gonna cum? Yeah you better cum for me,” he panted, feeling himself approaching his own high.

And just like that the coil in your lower tummy snapped. You cried out in ecstasy and he ate every bit of it up, boosting his ego.

“That’s it, baby” he cooed.

Then he felt his rip through him. “Gonna fill you up- fuck!” He whimpered “you won’t ever be able to get my smell off of you,” he promised while riding his out, his groans and little whimpers between words.

“This pussy is mine,” He made sure to milk out every last drop of his seed inside your pussy. He wanted to own you and mark you as his, so no other men could have you. He slipped his dick out carefully, making sure to not overstimulate you.

You were both fucked out beyond belief so you laid limp and he grabbed another towel to clean you up first, and then himself.

You smiled weakly at him and he smiled smugly in return. “So you gonna take back what you said earlier about wanting me to leave or do you like my company now?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and scooted back against him where you were laying down. “Shut up” you yawned.

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ghostfacd · 11 months

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YOU’RE LOSING ME! — LUKE HUGHES

— “AND I WOULDN’T MARRY ME EITHER,”

pairing; slytherin!luke x fem!hufflepuff!reader

summary; in which luke and yn are already dating, but his lack of care for their relationship is slowly making him lose her

genre; angst, miscommunication, hurt to comfort, fluff at end, hogwarts!au, black cat bf!luke + golden retriever gf!reader

author’s note; sorta part 2 to wanna be yours (you can read it before if you want for more context but it doesn’t have to be read if you don’t want to) ANYWAY, another slytherin!luke fic because i said so LOL i prob will be making this into a series filled with random imagines of him and our lovely hufflepuff yn 🫶 this fic is obviously based on “you’re losing me” by taylor swift so my fellow swifties, cry with me

✸ SLYTHERIN!LUKE MASTERLIST

“Luke you don’t get it,” you say, giving him a small glare. His eyebrows furrow at your harsh gaze, not sure why you were so upset.

“So what?” He asks, arms crossed like a child who didn’t get what they wanted, “what is the big deal here?”

“The big deal is you gave that girl your sweater!”

“She was cold YN,” Luke rubs his face tiredly, “it was nothing really, she was just shivering cold and I wasn’t going to be an asshat and let her freeze to death.”

“Jack was right there Luke,” you say, referring to the older Hughes brother who was sitting near the two of you during the Ravenclaw VS Hufflepuff Quidditch match. The girl who Luke gave his sweater to was also from Slytherin, which made you even more insecure. What if Luke liked her better? What if they related to each other more?

What if?

“Jack was busy watching the game,” Luke sighs, throwing his hands desperately down to his arms, “you know what YN? You win, fine. I’m sorry I gave that girl my sweater. Happy?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, not appreciating the passive aggressive tone your boyfriend was using on you. With a quiet sigh, you brush past him, leaving the boy silent.

For once, you wished he would come chasing after you, apologizing and not letting you go until you guys were made up. But your boyfriend was Luke Hughes—and there was no way he would do such thing. It wouldn’t be Luke Hughes of him to do so.

The next few days are radio silent from Luke, who seems to have his focus on Quidditch much more than on you. It wasn’t like this was anything new; Quidditch was one of his top priorities, so much so that you wonder if he would pick it over you in a heartbeat.

“I’m sorry Lukey,” you say as you find him inside the locker room. The other boys had all left, one of Luke’s friends, Mark, had patted you on the back and wished you a good luck.

Everybody saw the tension between you and the Slytherin star Quidditch player, but it was too awkward for anyone to mention.

He opens up his arms, letting you place your face into his chest. A few seconds later, he pushes you off gently, swinging his gym bag over his body.

“Slytherin’s having a party tonight,” he says as the two of you walk hand in hand. “Are you coming?”

“Depends,” you say, leaning closer to him, “am I invited?”

“Course you are baby,” Luke makes a stop, placing his full attention on you, “I’m sorry about yesterday okay? I really mean it when I say it was nothing between me and her. I didn’t even know she existed before the game, I only gave her the sweater because I wanted to be polite.”

You nod, hugging your boyfriend tightly as you tippy toe to place a kiss on his face.

When the sun set and the clouds were covered by the dark sky, you placed on your dress, a simple, but beautifully designed emerald green silk dress. You wanted to match with Luke’s house colors, which were a dark green.

As soon as you entered the Slytherin Common room, you were met with the smell of cigarettes and beer. In some corners, couples were making out, and in others, there was a group playing beer pong.

“Have you seen Luke?” You ask Mark, who happens to pass you as he tried to reach the alcohol.

“Oh—Luke?” He says that in such a tone that made you furrow your eyebrows deeply, wondering why he looked so guilty. “Yeah, uh, he’s in the main part of the common room.”

“Okay,” you say, starting to make your way there, but Mark pulls you back, giving you a gentle smile.

“How about you play some beer pong with us for a bit? It’ll be fun!”

You give him a small smile but shake your head. “It’s okay Mark, thank you for the invite,”

Mark sighs as he watches you go, hoping his best friend wasn’t doing anything stupid to make you cry again. He had seen the two of you fight endless amounts of time, mainly due to Luke’s stubbornness and his inability to be.. well.. good boyfriend.

Walking into where Mark said Luke would be, you could understand why he acted the way he did. There your boyfriend was, on one of the small couches, with a girl right next to him.

He was holding a red solo cup, a cliché that you’ve seen in muggle high school and college movies. She seems to keep rambling about something, giggling and twirling her hair as Luke looks the opposite direction, disinterested.

“Luke,” you say, your insecurities rising up once again.

Sure, Luke didn’t really give the girl the time of day, but she was extremely pretty, and seemed way more carefree than you were.

“You know her Lukey?” The girl asks, head leaning close to touch to his curls.

“I do,” he says, sitting up properly. “Cho, meet my girlfriend, YN.”

Cho smiles bitterly, “nice to meet you YN! I’ve heard soooo much about you.”

“Mhm,” you say, “nice to meet you too.”

“Well Lukey, I’m gonna go and say hi to Jack, see ya!” She hops off the couch, not before giving your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.

He barely even flinches at this.

“Seriously?” You whisper out, anger fueling your body.

“What now YN?”

“You let girls be all over you and kiss you on the cheek now?”

“Oh my god, are we doing this again?” Luke stands up, discarding his solo cup somewhere in the common room. “Can we not have a good night YN?”

You scoff, “we can have a good night when I’m not treated like shit by you in this relationship, Hughes.”

Saying his last name felt like a blow to Luke’s face, making him more upset by each minute. “I don’t treat you like shit!”

“Yes you do!” You yell, exasperated. You watch as Luke tries to push his way past you, but you grab his arm, tightening your hold on him so he wouldn’t go. “Don’t you ignore me Luke!”

He looks down at your figure, his drunken daze almost fading when he sees how beautiful you looked. A green emerald dress on with your hair curled. You truly were the best thing at this party.

“Listen, I wouldn’t marry me either!” He spat out, “I told you this when we first began dating! That I was going to be a terrible boyfriend who isn’t good at comforting and communicating. You knew this right off the bat, YN! You know that I’m a pathological people pleaser!”

“I just wanted you to see me!” You cried out, tears now falling down you cheeks. “Yes, I knew what I was getting into—but all I wanted was for you to see me and love me Luke!”

Your breath hitches when you see Luke’s arm falling loosely off your grip, scared he was going to leave forever now.

Do something Luke, your brain screams. Say something.

He leaves the room, making you drop onto your knees. The pain you felt in your chest was overwhelming, accompanied by the seemingly endless tears.

Lose something, risk something Luke!

You don’t notice he re-enters the room until you feel arms wrap around you, carrying you to one of the large couches. Luke places you on his lap, a large tissue box in his hand. Using his free hand, he wipes away your tears, making sure to get the mascara that was dripping.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, giving you a soft kiss on your head. “I know I’m not a good boyfriend and that I do stupid shit—but I promise I love you—that I see you YN. I’m trying my best here, I’ve never had someone care for me as much as you and I guess I was just afraid of love,”

You don’t say anything, just holding onto Luke’s arms that were currently embracing you.

The two of you sit in silence for the next half hour, Luke never once letting go of you as he rocks the two of you back and forth.

“Just so you know,” you say, looking up to meet Luke’s teary eyes, “I would marry you. Regardless of you being shit at showing emotions.”

This makes him laugh as he hugs you tighter, mumbling another apology into your head.

“I would gladly marry you too baby.”

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naeglin · 28 days

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Am i a therian? A furry?

People of tumblr, i am gently asking you to help figuring out what the hell is going on

So yeah well

The desire to look non-human accompanies me since such deep from the past that this feeling became the very home, the shelter of my identity.

Yes, of course, i am autistic, i have a paper on it, yes i have ptsd and untreated adhd and i am queer, so i guess wanting to get away from the difficulties of being part of the human society is logical, but like.

Understanding where the feeling comes from shouldn't erase the experience itself.

I recall wanting to growl and purr, moving tail and ears since i was at least two and a half. Of course, i had grown up along many animals, my parents had worked with service dogs, and in one hand, small children learn languages so easily, why would be animals' body language so different? I just got fluent in it– And in the other hand, wanting to have ways for easier self-expression is such a common autistic experience.

But these thoughts lingered, transformed, grew as years passed. Of course i always played with animal toys, or roleplayed the animal company in games with (my very few) friends, but that's not very dramatic, not like other memories linked to the topic, for example.

The very first time i got penalty in school was in the second semester of first grade, when i growled at a girl who bullied me, and then i bit her. That's very strange of a memory, because it made me feel so guilty, so childish, that i didn't let it happen ever again. But that doesn't mean i didn't think about it anymore. When i moved schools and other bullies came and i just couldn't defend myself because of extreme empathy i think, i always imagined myself as a blue dragon, growling and roaring at people. It was, and still is, the easiest way for me to understand my own anger.

What i really feel alone with is that how these fantasies, images became the very pillars of my self-image.

I remember having the idea of wanting to be a dog first, when i was the smallest. I said goodbye to that imaginery when we had to sell my first and only puppy whom i loved dearly, because he was aggressive. I got obsessed with cats instead, then horses, and finally, the perfect mixture of every kind of animal: dragons. Anyone who walks into my room mentions how many dragon related things i have in there. I emphasize that i am 17.

But the reason i started to talk about this all how it forms the way i want to look.

For instance, lately, i've got a long mullett, which i style with a hair straightener in a way it looks like i've got animal ears. While it makes me somehow relieved, at the same time it leaves me with the longing for more.

I want hoop snakebite piercings, so to give the impression of long canines. I cannot stop thinking about this, even though i know very well that my father wouldn't approve it. I just found a really small thing that would make me feel better about myself, and i want to achieve it, quickly, because yk, there are so many things i cannot change.

There are some grotesque ideas in my head how'd i want to look like since i was very little. I've always stepped on tippie toes so to raise my ankle long, up towards my knee, like it is with dogs, cats, horses. I wanted my ears to be pointy, and i crave the black line connecting the eyes with the mouth, what the cheetah's have – therefore i absolutely loved face painting from a very young age. I've always wanted wings and tail, long tongue, and defined muscles; a bunch of these are somehow managable, but others are so distant. It doesn't usually hurt me, like not having a dick hurts me on some masculine days, but the cravings are there, and i think about them a lot.

What i want to ask is: what does it make me be? Am i a furry with a dragon fursona? Am i a therian, am i experiencing some kind of species dysphoria? I know labels aren't quite needed, but is there anyone sharing my experience? Where are my people? Dunno i guess i just don't really want to be alone.

#therian #otherkin #nonhuman #furry #lgbtq #theriotype #pls help #someone tell me im not the only one #pls pls pls

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bloatedandalone04 · 2 years

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➪the one where nick is a secret sweetheart. (requested)

WARNINGS: physical abuse, emotional abuse, descriptions of blood, descriptions of injuries, a prank involving a snake (he’s fine, don’t worry), fluff, angst (if you count this as angst), kissing, fear street themed topics, sheila (enough said), harassment, counselor x camper relations

Thank you for 500 followers <3

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You weren’t sure what you did to receive such a large amount of harassment. You didn’t like to victimize yourself, especially against Sunnyvalers, but that was exactly what it was, harassment.

What else would you call it? You were currently standing under a big tree, your arm held tightly by one of the campers that was from Sunnyvale. You only recognized two, one being a girl named Sheila and the other being Will Goode.

He was the younger of Nick Goode, the only counselor you liked even a little bit as he was the only one who didn’t go out of his way to torment you. Then again, he was a Sunnyvaler, so maybe he was just better at hiding his hatred for you. Either way, he had come to your rescue more than once and you think that Sheila took you out here for that exact reason. It would be much harder for Nick to come and save you from them if you weren’t on the actual campgrounds. He wouldn’t even know where you were.

“What do you want Sheila?” You ask, attempting to pull your arm free but it just resulted in the girl digging her painted nails into your skin.

“You know exactly what I want,” she sneers, walking in a circle around you like you were her prey, and at that moment, you felt like it.

“What?” You ask, ignoring the pain in your arm. “What is this? An interrogation?” You weren’t one to go down without a fight, but in reality there wasn’t much at all that you could do to defend yourself at this point.

“No,” she said, grabbing your other arm and pulling it away from the side of your body. You winced but did your best to hide it. “An interrogation means you have a chance to defend yourself.”

She reached into your pocket and pulled out the ten dollars your mother had given you when she dropped you off at camp a couple of weeks ago. You didn’t want to keep it somewhere in your cabin as you knew Sheila would most likely find it, so you kept it with you at all times. It was, clearly, the wrong decision on your part.

“I knew it,” Sheila held the money up. “Not only are you a witch but you’re also a thief.”

“I’m not a thief,” you muttered. “My mom gave me that. Give it back.”

She just laughed and ripped the money in half, letting the pieces fall to the dirt covered ground. “Tie her up,” she said to Will, who looked a little too happy to oblige.

“Wait,” you tried to say but Will just grabbed your hands, pulling them up and above your head. He held them together and tied the rope to a tall branch of the tree, making you stand on your tippy toes. “Ow, that hurts.”

Will just stepped back and admired his work, a curve in his brow and a smirk on his lips.

You felt extremely uncomfortable and defenseless, so when Sheila stepped towards you, your legs kicked at the dirt beneath you, sending a wave of dirt and dust towards her. “You bitch,” she gasped, looking down at her dirt covered shoes. “These were expensive!” She leaned forward and punched you, the force of it making your head turn to the side.

You could feel the dripping feeling of blood falling from your nose and onto your lip, the metallic taste making you scrunch your face up. You wanted nothing more than to hold your sore nose and relieve the ache in it but the only thing you could do was let the red substance drip down your chin.

“What a sight to see,” Sheila laughed, making Will and the other two campers laugh as well. You were humiliated and had never felt so on edge in your entire life. You were once again asking yourself what you did to deserve this treatment. “Give me your switchblade.”

Will’s laughter immediately stopped as he looked over at her. “What?”

“Give me the blade,” Sheila repeated as the other girls exchanged a nervous look with one another.

“Seriously, Sheila?” One asked. “I think she’s had enough.”

“Shut up,” she said, grabbing the blade from Will.

“I don’t know about this,” he trailed off. “Maybe she’s telling the truth. Maybe that money was actually hers.”

“Please,” Sheila rolled her eyes as she stepped closer to you. “She wasn’t telling the truth. She’s a liar, just like the rest of you Shadyside scum.”

“Wait, stop,” you tried to move away from her but you couldn’t even move an inch back. “Please, stop.”

“Grab her legs,” Sheila told the girls. “Hold them.”

“Can we just go back? This is getting really-”

“Hold them,” she repeated, watching as the two girls hesitantly made their way over to you and held your legs in place.

“Please don’t,” you say to one of them, only receiving a somewhat sympathetic look in return. “Don’t, please.”

“Shut up,” Sheila closed the distance between you two. There was nothing you could do as she brought the blade up and close to your eye, the tip of it poking into the soft skin below it. “You have really pretty eyes, you know. It’d be a shame if something happened to them.”

The blade sliced against your skin just as the sound of a whistle was heard, making Sheila quickly step away from you. She pushed the blade into Will’s hands as Nick and Kurt made their way over to the scene.

“Get away from her,” Nick said as Kurt let go of the whistle, letting it fall against his chest.

“Shit,” one of the girls mutters, quickly standing up and stepping away from you.

“Fuck,” Sheila mumbled. “Nick to the rescue once again.”

Nick was at your side within seconds, untying the rope from your wrists and placing his hand under your chin, tilting your head up so he could look at your still bleeding nose. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you mutter, stepping away from him and gently pressing one of your fingers against the cut under your eye. You hissed and pulled your finger away, groaning at the sight of blood on it.

“We should get you to the nurse,” he said, gently placing his hand on your arm.

“We?” You ask, stepping away from him. “There is no we, Nick. There’s you, and them. The Sunnyvalers. Then there’s just me.”

You turned and headed towards the tree line, making your way back to camp. You failed to notice the rough shoulder bump Nick gave Will as he followed after you, wanting to make sure you were okay. “You and I are talking later,” he muttered, leaving no room for Will to argue as he turned and began to jog to catch up with you. “Hey, I’m really sorry about that.”

You turned and looked at Nick. He had slowed his jog to a walk and kept up with your pace. “It’s fine,” you say quietly. “It’s not your fault.”

“Yeah, well, it might as well be with how guilty I feel,” he mumbles. “I had no idea it was that bad.”

He went to grab your arm and turn you to face him, but you stepped away. “That’s because the Sunnyvaler’s play up everything,” you say angrily, surprising Nick with your change of tone. “Everyone thinks you’re all great and nice but in reality, you hurt people. Physically and emotionally.” You held up your blood covered fingers when you said ‘physically’ as if to further prove your point.

Nick placed his hands on his hips, looking at the fresh cut on your face as he took in your words. It was true, he knew that. No one ever had anything bad to say about the residents of Sunnyvale. All the hatred was directed to those who lived in Shadyside, which Nick couldn’t understand. How could two towns hold so much tension for one another?

“Not all of us are like that,” he said and your face softened.

Nick had always shown you nothing but kindness and acceptance, but you were hardly functioning properly at this point to notice the truth behind his words. All you could think about was the fact that the verbal abuse had turned physical, and you had the scar that would prove it.

“Maybe some of you are just better at hiding it,” you mumble and Nick studies both your expression and words, slightly offended that you truly believed he didn’t care about you. He didn’t get the chance to tell you that he, more than anyone else here (besides his idiot brother), cared about you as you backed away from him. “I’m sorry, but I need to go get this cleaned up.”

You turned and quickly walked away from him. Nick wanted so badly to go after you, to sit next to you while Mary cleaned your wounds. But, you needed space, that much he could tell.

He watched you until you disappeared into the cabin before turning around and heading back to his brother and your attackers. If he couldn’t offer you any form of comfort, then he’d offer himself some in knowing that they wouldn’t touch you again after he was done with them.

“This is your second time in here this week, Y/n,” Nurse Mary said, pouring a bit of hydroperoxide on a cotton pad. “Should I be concerned?”

The last time you were in here was because of the rusted nail you were pushed into by Sheila. She had you backed into one of the cabins and pushed you back into a nail that was sticking out of the wood. That one, you thought, was accidental, but with what she did to you a few minutes ago you weren’t so sure anymore.

You bit your lip as the pad came in contact with your open wound. You were surprised that a small cut could hurt that bad. “No,” you mutter, wincing as she cleaned the cut. “Just the same old shit.”

“The Sunnyvale kids again?” She asked as she placed a band aid on the cut before it started to bleed again.

“Yeah,”

“You shouldn’t let them get to you,” she said as she began wiping away the dried up blood from your nose.

“I breathe the same air as them and they want to kill me,” you say. “I try to stay away from them but they always find ways to torment me.”

“That’s just how it is with them,” she says, throwing away the bloodied cloths. “If this happens again, I want you to tell someone, not just me.”

“Who would believe me? They’d just twist it to make it seem like it was my fault in the first place,”

“Make someone believe you,” she placed her hand on yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Try to always be with someone, so they can witness it happening and believe you.”

Your mind goes to Nick. He would believe you. He’s seen it happen. He’s defended you.

Mary must have noticed the conflicted look on your face as she leaned away from you, beginning to clean up the products. “Unless someone already believes you,”

“Yeah,” you trail off. Your head is now clearer than it had been before and you begin to feel guilty about how you treated Nick when he was just trying to help. “I have to go talk to someone. Thank you for helping me.”

“Of course,” Mary says and you smile at her as you stand up and exit the cabin, looking around to hopefully catch a glimpse of Nick. You saw him standing in front of Will, who was sitting on the steps of the art cabin as Nick gave him an earful.

You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but with Nick’s body language and Will’s embarrassed expression, you knew he was scolding him. The look on Will’s face added to your blossoming anger. How could he feel embarrassed when it was him who humiliated you less than twenty minutes ago?

You decided you would apologise to Nick later as you turned and took off in the direction of your cabin, any rational thoughts you had being taken over by your want for revenge and justice.

“Burn the witch while she sleeps. Burn Y/n in hell,” you look up at the familiar voice and watch as Nick enters your room, reading the words that were painted onto the wall above your bed. He looks down at you, meeting your stare as a small smile forms on his lips. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you say and drop the rag you were using to try and wash away the harsh words. It proved to be completely useless as the sentence was still clearly readable, making you beyond pissed off with an uncomfortable ache forming in your hand.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,”

“Wasn’t me,” you say quietly, knowing he meant it as a joke but still answering honestly.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he says and you try to hold back the smile that began forming on your lips.

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see if you were okay after..” he trailed off, not wanting to upset you with the reminder of what happened. “You know.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m fine,” you look down at your hands, playing with the skin around your nails as you think of what to say next. Your mood had lifted considerably with the presence of Nick, something that both shocked and terrified you. You couldn’t possibly let him have that big of an effect on you. “I owe you an apology.”

That surprised Nick as he furrowed his brows and leaned against the frame of the bunk bed. “For what?”

“For before, for acting so hostile,” you murmur, looking up at him. “I felt threatened and I took it out on you and that wasn’t fair, I’m sorry. I didn’t even thank you.”

“Tell you what,” he says, standing up straight and walking towards the door. You furrowed your brows in confusion as you watched him pause a few feet away from it. “We’ll call it even if you help me with something.”

You sat up straighter, hidden interest flooding your veins. “Help you with what?”

He pulls a set of keys out of his pocket and holds them up. “With getting them back,” if the small smirk he wore was anything to go by, Nick was also feeling the need for revenge in the form of a harmless prank.

Who didn’t need a little trauma in their life, right?

“Stay here and shut up,” Sheila said as she shoved a couple of Shadyside kids into the shack. A Sunnyvale kid backed them into a corner, threatening them as he did so, bringing a smirk to Sheila’s lips.

“Hey, Sheila,” one of the campers said as he entered the cabin, making her turn around and face him. “This is from Will.”

He handed her a folded piece of paper. She opened it as he walked back out of the shack, reading the words printed neatly on the small paper.

SHEILA.

MEET ME IN THE BATHROOM.

HURRY.

-WILL.

Sheila smirked once again, putting the note in her back pocket as she left and headed towards the bathroom. On her way there, she rolled the bottom of her shirt and tied it, exposing a small portion of her chest.

Upon reaching the dimly lit bathroom, she smiled at the scattered flowers that trailed up to the door. “Awh, Will,” she said as she opened the door, her smile growing at the lit candles and flowers that lined the floor. “This is so sweet.”

She pushed open one of the stalls and was met with another note. She walked into the cramped stall, not noticing the slow moving reptile slowly making its way to her, and picked up the paper.

LOOK DOWN.

XO.

-Y/N THE WITCH, BITCH.

As she read it, the slimy and slim snake wrapped itself around her ankle. She looked down and immediately let out a scream, shaking it off and jumping on top of the seat of the stall.

It was at that moment that you and Nick bolted from your hiding spot. Nick grabbed the snake on his way out, holding it in one hand while his other tipped over the bucket of various bugs, letting them scatter around the small space. He slammed the door shut and stuck a screwdriver in the latch, successfully locking her in.

He bumped into you as you stumbled away, his free hand finding yours as you both ran in the direction of the nature cabin to return your accomplice. Laughs escaped the two of you as you entered the cabin, Nick’s hand leaving yours so he could put the snake back in its terrarium.

“That was awesome,” you say as you watch him pull off the top of the terrarium and place the snake on the log inside of it. Once it was secured, he walked over to you, a boyish grin on his face.

“Hell yeah it was,” he agreed and you did nothing to stop the smile from completely taking over your lips.

“Thank you,” you said it so quietly and so wholeheartedly that Nick felt his heart skip a beat.

“I know it doesn’t make up for what she’s done to you,” he starts. “But it’s nice to see her get a small bit of what she deserves. Almost feels like justice.”

“It is justice,” you step closer to him, taking the chance to wrap your arms around his waist before your confidence runs out. You held your breath for a few seconds as you did so, nervous that he’d push you away or not return it, but you sighed in relief when his arms wrapped around your shoulders. He was leaning down slightly so his chin was resting on top of your head that was flat against his chest. “Thank you, Nick.”

“You’re welcome,” he mumbles, holding on to you for a few more seconds before pulling away. He kept one of his hands on your forearm, his other reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear. “If Sheila, or anyone for that matter, does anything to hurt you, I want you to tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” you give him a nod and a small smile.

He returns it briefly. “I mean it,” he says more seriously. “Come find me, or I’ll find you. Better yet, stick around me for the rest of the summer.”

“Okay,” you repeat and Nick’s shoulders visibly relax, satisfied with your answer. “So, when should we go and let her out?”

“Let her stay in there for a while,” he says. “Have her really think about her life choices before we go and get her.”

You nod again and realise that Nick was still holding your arms. You also realise just how close you were to him. The fuzzy feeling from before came back but this time it nearly took over your entire body. You had to step away.

“So what should we do in the meantime?” You ask as you step back.

“Well, I don’t know about you,” he trails off, looking out the windows. They were covered slightly by the campers' paintings from earlier, but Nick could still see that the boring game was still going on outside. “But I really don’t want to participate in the color war.”

“You have no idea how much I hate that game,”

“I think I might,”

If the smiles you gave one another were anything to go by, you knew that the two of you would be spending the rest of the evening together. It was partly to avoid the discriminating color game, but you also couldn’t deny your want to spend more time with the guy who has gone out of his way, more than once, to defend you.

You could only assume he felt the same about wanting to spend the rest of the night with you as well, as how else could you explain the hour long, and still going, conversation you were both currently invested in?

You were sitting on the floor with your backs against a shelf as it was a good way to ensure no one saw you in there.

It had gone quiet for a few seconds, the both of you trying to think of what else to talk about before you had to go and let Sheila out. There was one thing you had been wanting to ask him since the first time he saved you from your bullies, and you really couldn’t think of a better time to ask than now.

“Why do you care so much about what happens to me?” Nick immediately looked over at you, confusion lacing his features.

“What do you mean?” What he meant was what kind of question is that?

“I mean, why do you care about helping me so much?” You really weren’t sure where you were going with this. You were expecting a simple answer to your first question, one that answered it in one sentence, then you could move on from the topic. “You said earlier that if anything else happens to me, to tell you. Why do you care so much?”

“Why do you get bullied so much?”

The question completely caught you off guard and you visibly moved back without even meaning to. He didn’t ask it with the intent of embarrassing you or to make you upset, that much you could tell. He asked it in a quiet and soft voice and you didn’t feel the embarrassment or belittlement of before when you were with Sheila.

It made you think, though it was a relatively simple answer. “Because I’m from Shadyside,” you mumble, shrugging your shoulders. “Because I’m different. ‘Cause I’m alone.”

Nick looked away for a second, bumping his shoulder with yours before looking back at you. “But you’re not alone,” he simply said and your face softened with the realisation of his words. Ever since he had found out about your bullies, Nick hadn’t been more than a few feet away from you when in crowded areas, and always found you just to check on you after hours. You hadn’t been alone, not since you met him. “Your answers are the same as mine. I care so much because someone has to. Not because you need someone to come in and save you from everything life throws at you, but because you need to see that you’re capable of making people feel things, other than hatred.”

You looked up at him, listening closely to his every word, seeing just how much he meant it. He grabbed your wrist and placed your hand on his chest, just over where his heart is.

“You need to know that every time I see you I feel the overwhelming feeling of need to make sure you don’t burn out, that you don’t become his hollowed version of yourself just because people are complete assholes,” while he pours his heart out to you, he keeps your hand on his chest while his free one reaches up to gently rest against the side of your face, his thumb gently running over the band aid. “You make me feel things I never thought I’d be able to feel, let alone this strongly. I care so much because I care about you. More than you know.”

When you were sure he was done, you take the chance to bring the hand that wasn’t placed on his chest up to rest on his shoulder. “I think I might,” you repeat his words from earlier. It brings a smile to his lips that you only see for half a second before you lean in, tilting your head up to press your lips against his.

It caught him off guard for a second before he kissed you back, his hand leaving your wrist and coming up to rest on the other side of your face.

It was a kiss that said everything you didn’t. It told him that you felt the same way and that you cared about him, too.

You pulled away and looked down, your breath hitching when Nick leaned in again to place his forehead against yours. You stayed like that for a few seconds before he pulled away from you, his hands falling from your face. “So,” he says. “Now you know why I care so much.”

You don’t stop the grin that forms and grab his hand, interlacing your fingers together. “I guess I do,”

#nick goode #nick goode smut #nick goode fluff #nick goode x reader #nick goode imagines #fear street #fear street 1978 #fear street imagines #Fear Street x reader #fear street 1978 imagines #nick goode 1978 #nick goode 1978 imagines #nick goode 1978 x reader #ted sutherland #ted sutherland x reader #ted sutherland imagines #angst #fluff

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itsmimi16 · 9 months

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School secrets • Louis Partridge

(Little helper for spacing of the building: this is set in a building which is not connected to the main school, this pic is pretty much how the rooms inside this building are spaced. Drawn by yours truly.

I make my way out the drama studio and down to the girls toilets (the red arrow). I check my watch, 10:00. I’m right on time. But he’s not here.

Me and my boyfriend agreed to meet here at 10, why you may ask?

1. When I have drama, he has pe so we are quite close to each other

2. Nobody actually knows we are dating, so we have to meet in somewhat secret

We aren’t your typical popular dating a popular couple. As cliche as it sounds, he’s the popular one and I’m not.

And we both know what his friends are like and what they would say about our relationship, so we have been dating in secret.

We’re growing tired of it, so we decided to meet for a bit during school but when all our friends will be in lessons and won’t see us.

I wake from my day dream when I hear some loud football boots trotting down the hallway (blue arrow(leading in from outside)) I poke my head round the corner to see who it is.

My face lights up in delight. “LOUIS!” I exclaim walking quickly over to him.

“Hey darling” he laughs as he wraps his arms round my waist. I snuggle my face into his chest and look up at him. (A/n I’m writing from my pov so y/n will always be my height (5’2) and the o/c will be their own height irl, so in this case louis is 6’0) “I hope you haven’t been waiting long” he says

“It hasn’t been long, just a couple minutes maybe” I reply.

“That’s good. So what was your excuse to get out of lesson?” He asks

“I just asked to go to the toilet” I shrugged “how bout you?”

“I needed a drink” he smiles

“Oh, that means neither of us have as much time as we hoped” his smiles dips “it’s ok though cause we have now and we can meet later” I smile trying to make it seem better.

His smile forms again slightly but he still is quite sad.

I stand on my tippy toes, wrap my arms around his neck and give him a kiss on the top of his nose, that always makes him smile.

“Stop, you know I can’t resist you when you do that” he says, smile coming back.

“I’ll stop doing that when you stop being so damm cute”I reply with a cheesy grin on my face. He laughs throwing his head back at my reply and cuddles me into his chest.

“I need to go, my teacher will wonder where I’ve gone and she might even send a student to find me.” I whisper.

“Same” he reply letting go of me but grabbing my hands. “Farewell darling” he says kissing my hand. He loves doing cheesy things like that because he knows it’ll make me laugh.

“Farewell to you as well good sir.” I kiss his cheek, turn on my toes and walk back to my class.

#louis partridge

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chaengluva · 2 years

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𝚁𝚘𝚜é 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 [𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝] 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖

A new school year, I hoped it would go well, I and my girlfriend being in the same school this year was amazing as well, my parents finally agreed to transfer you here. I wanted to walk to school with Rosé since it was just a few streets away, and being in year 11 is also cool, we can do so many new things.

I woke up early super excited to have moments where Rosé comes behind my from your locker, kissing my check, or holding hands when we walk each other to classes.

At the moment Rosé was my only happiness, i didn’t tell my parents i got bullied in my last school, i don’t want to stress them. My parents work all the time, I don’t remember the last time i saw them. They leave at 4am and come home at 12am, it’s super unhealthy.

Since Rosé is my neighbour, i get to go to her house a lot, we have so many memories together and we are still only young.

Once i was ready, i waited for Rosé outside her house, she came out looking annoyed, rather than happy, when she came next to me, i got on my tippy toes to give her a kiss, but she didn’t even try to kiss me back, i pouted and she looked at me, rolling her eyes and gave me a small peck on the lips.

We walked to school hand in hand, walking in a comfortable silence, but once the school was in sight, she let go of my hand, backing away from me. The school was big, it was wired seeing boys since i just came from a all girls private school, it was also wired seeing girl wear trackies under their school shirk.

“Rosé where is class-“ I turn over to look at Rosé but she not there, i look around to see her sitting with other girls, i smile and run up to hey. “Hey-“ I started, greeting the girls she was sitting with. “Get lost new girl,” One of the five girls said.

“Yeah go hang out with the losers.” Another girl fake pouted put her hand on her forehead in the shape of an ‘L’

The girls laughed, even Rosé joined in, making me a little sad. Another girl, the second tallest of the group, walked up to me holding your sleeves of my jacket. She pulled them up showing my scars, i pulled them down hiding them. I walked away, tears threatening to fall out my eyes, how could Rosé let them treat me like that.

On the way up to the top of the buliding, I bump into a guy, “Rough start?” He asks. “Yeah, how did you know?”

“Those girls, Rosé Narum, Sooyoung, Jennie, and Nayeon are the bullies of the school.” He said, i shook my head, no way my girlfriend was the bully of the school. She’s so nice out of school, does this mean i’m considered a loser to her?

I started breathing heavily, i couldn’t control it, my finger started to shake, and i new what it was, stupid panic attacks. I sat down on the stairs and tried to control my breath. “Hey hey hey hey, it’s ok”

The guy sat next to me, and held my hands, not to tightly but so much si it was comforting. “Breath with me, In and out.” He repeated this until I was feeling better, “I know they can be a pain but trust me, Rosé is my girlfriend and she's nice.” He told me.

More tears fall down and soon as i hear his words. “She’s my girlfriend.” I sob, he wides his eyes, but i call tell he wants to remain calm so he doesn’t panic me. “I’m Jeongin.” The guy smiled, giving me more comfort.

“I’m Y/n” i smile his voice and him coming to me giving me comfort. “their coming.” Jeongin told me. “Jeongin, why are you hanging out with this wiredo!” one of the girls asks. “she’s not a wiredo, leave us alone jennie!”

i was hoping rosé would stand up for me, but she laughed along at the nasty comments they where giving me. “Rosé was right.” the girl who i now knew was called Jennie said. “You’re nothing but a burden to her, leave her and us the fuck alone.”

“Rosie, you said that?” i asked looking at her. She looked down, shamefully. “I trusted you.” i cried, my voice trailing off.

#Rosé #blackpink #parkchaeyoung #pcy #bp #kpop #angst #Rosé angst #stary kids #twice #jeongin #skz #nayeon #nayeontwice #tw

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2-dsimp · 3 years

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Hi hi, in case Yandere Itto is a gang leader at school, could I ask how he would treat reader in case she is a new student? I would imagine that at first he would try to be normal by giving her flowers or sending letters through his gang mates, but when he sees her getting closer to someone else who has a better reputation his alarm bells go off, even worse when he finds out from his close ones that his family doesn't want him so close because they think he will be a bad influence and prefer the qualified student who is the 'lovely competition' for reader's heart.

Ha, sorry if I wrote too much, I got excited and thank you so much! 👁️❤️

You just gave me brainrot like this is perfect I-I can’t even, just here 💳💥💳💥💳 TAKE IT—

Yandere! Delinquent Gang Leader! Arataki Itto!

Headcannons 👹

⛓The moment you bumped into him and looked up to him not in fear or nervousness like most people in the school since he can’t help his intimidating looks, he was hooked

⛓In fact your sweet apologetic smile and your laidback ‘My bad’ as you were on your tippy toes to attempt to brush some nonexistent dust off his shoulders was just so endearing that he couldn’t help but to show interest in you becoming his woman

⛓As you were the only other girl besides his right hand, Kuki, in this school who didn’t sneer at him for being the degenerate bad boy stereotype or cower from his daunting form as he sure fit the bill of being a sexy Yakuza leader

⛓Such as being built like the giant from Jack and the beanstalk, tall bulky frame of pure solid muscle straining through the shirt that was barely buttoned, exposing his broad chest to everyone as his loosened tie dangled from his neck

⛓His pants were no better as he settled for the baggy kind to be more comfortable with his thick thighs and demanding size in between the legs… No he doesn’t wear a belt, I mean who needs belts when you got all dat thicc ass inside dem jeans

⛓He’d be clumsy at first debating on what to give you in order to be able to successfully make you his future wifey, and would think about it hard enough for his blood vessels to almost pop due to him stressing over what’d be the perfect welcoming gift for the new student who knocked him off his feet literally

⛓Doesn’t have any experience with courting girls since you were the first one to make him feel giddy and accepted with the way you gazed up at him with your non-judgmental doe eyes, which he’s very grateful for as he was always treated like the bad apple of the batch by the teachers/staff

⛓His right hand would step in and advise him on what to do and what NOT to do in front of said Senpai and cue him on the types of gifts to give to his lackeys that’ll soon become his “Instant Cupid messengers”

⛓Will give you short sweet haikyu poems along with goodies such as candy, stuffed animals, and even small trinkets which got an thumbs up from Kuki since she was sent to observe you in order to find out what you liked/didn’t like basically she acted like an intel spy for Itto

⛓Sadly because of his looks he’s garnered a bad reputation throughout the school as rumors of how he was practically a lost cause who liked to wreck a path of carnage wherever he goes or one instance of where he was sent to juvie for stabbing a man in the neck just because he looked at him funny

⛓Which wasn’t a very good incentive for your parents to approve of you getting within a 7ft distance of him especially since Xingqiu, the straight A model student who helped tutored you after school, was a much more appealing fit to be your boyfriend

⛓In fact the rumors were farther from the truth since he was a pretty nice guy just misunderstood

⛓He’d grab onto balloons that happened to float away and hand it back to the a kid chasing after it with a big friendly sharp toothed grin slapped on his face

⛓Hell he’d be the type to walk old grandmas across the street or make a shelter for some abandoned puppies and feed them routinely after school maybe even giving them homes via gang members, some of which have a sweet spot for animals and will be sure to take care of them

⛓Don’t get it twisted he won’t hesitate to rock anyone’s shit if they do happen to mess with his clique or if some rival gang wants smoke, although he may be young he’s still got knack for being the face of the Arataki gang who’s numbers are only rising under his strong tenacious acts of leadership

⛓He’d be conflicted with how close your getting with Xingqiu but wouldn’t resort to any underhanded means as he would straight up challenge him to a fair one-on-one duel for your favor since he’s that kind of guy who’s bold enough to declare his love for you basically broadcasting it to the whole damn school

⛓Que Romeo and Juliet type relationship best believe he’ll be knocking at your window perched on top of the railing so he could hop in your room and have some frisky quality time…👀

⛓He’s not often seen at school because he’s adventurous nature gets him into some trouble so, best believe he will whisk you away to skip school and go on a exiting getaway with him

“ Senpai! Please become my woman! I’ll give you everything you want and more…Just be mine and I’ll make you the happiest you’ve ever been as my future wife I swear on my name I’ll make that a reality ”

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Birthday Boy

a/n: i’m not a big fan of how this turned out. i tried doing something different and boom now we are here, but i hope you find this bearable hahaha. also please excuse all the grammatical errors and shit... thank you!

warning: i don’t have a damn clue at this point. mention of killing i suppose.

word count: 3121

October 13th, 2007

You’re in your bedroom bathroom putting on a ‘birthday suit’ for Harry’s 22nd birthday. By birthday suit you mean you’re completely naked wearing a purple strap on. Sometime this week you went to a sex shop looking for a new toy for Harry’s birthday because Harry loves being spoiled. Most of the time you would punish him because bratty boys don’t get treats, but you gave him some slack because it’s your pretty boy birthday week.

*Couple of days ago*

While you were looking around something caught your eyes. A package reads “Desires.” You got out of the bondage aisle and headed to the back of the store to admire the black package. You had to go on your tippy toes to reach it and when you got it, someone behind you scared the shit out of you.

“Do you like what you see?” A girl asked you, smiling at you and looking at you and up down. You smiled back and gave her a wink. “I think I do.” You said giving the girl your undivided attention. She leans towards you and reads what you have in your hands. She hummed with approval and brought her eyes back to you.

“Good choice. My partner loves it. You could control the speed with the remote inside. Which is nice.” She said checking you out.

You can’t wait to tell Harry about this interaction. He’ll go crazy but soon after you will fuck him senseless and he’ll forget about his whole jealousy.

“Really? I’m thinking about using it for my boyfriend for his birthday. I want to treat him.”

She nods her head and you sense that she was thinking about something. She isn’t being subtle at all, but you like the chase so you let her work her magic she thinks she has on you.

“Your boyfriend?” She asked raising one of her eyebrows, scanning you up and down.

“Yes boyfriend. Why?” You threw back at her, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Interesting. You give me a strong personality, so I thought you were gay.” She said nonchalantly.

“Well thank you. I’m bi. And it balances our relationship quite well.”

“You got yourself a lucky one darling. I wished I had you.” She looked down, chewing on the inside of her mouth.

You walk up towards her. When you’re face to face with her you bring your hand to her cheek so she is looking at you again. You stroke her cheek watching her big doe eye worshiping you the ground you walk on. It reminds you of Harry, but not quite because she isn’t your Harry. Just a girl who needs a proper fucking.

“Awe baby. You could always dump your partner. You need a good fucking.” Still stroking her cheeks. She looks at you stunned. You know she wanted to say something, but she isn’t going to, and you also don’t care what she has storming in her little head of hers.

“Thank you for the recommendation,” You shook the box you were holding. “I’m going to ring this up.” You said moving your hand off her face.

“Don’t worry,” She took the box from your hands. “I will ring you up.” She took the box and walked to the cash register.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, admiring yourself and how confident you feel. Harry never makes you feel self-conscious about yourself. He made sure early on that there’s no doubt in your mind that he doesn’t find you beautiful. Once a week he would make you stare at yourself in the mirror completely naked and admire yourself, he also partakes in that journey with you as well. He’s your mirror and every time you look at him he makes you want to be better.

“Babeeeeee it’s my birthday. Why are you hiding from me?” You heard Harry whine.

It’s around midnight and Harry is already becoming impatient.

“Darling, watch that mouth of yours or I will make sure you don’t touch me for a very, very long time.” You sang to him. That had him shutting up real quick. You gave yourself a quick glance at the strap on and gave your tits a nice squeeze. You grab the remote for the strap on and close the light in the bathroom.

When you open the bathroom door Harry is on the bed with his Apple iPod in his hand. When he felt your appearance in the room, he glanced at you and went back to the device, but a second later he dropped the Apple iPod and gawked at you. You raise your hands like you were a show girl.

“Tuh duh! You like?” You smiled from ear to ear.

“Oh my gosh.”

“Happy birthday baby.” You said leaning down over him to give him a peck on his lip. You pull away and Harry’s eyes are still on you. He’s only wearing boxer, so his entire tattoos are on display. You lick your lips because Harry hasn’t blinked since you walked out that bathroom. You walk away and stand at the foot of the bed. Hands on hip.

“Pet, what’s all this?” Harry said crawling towards you. When he gets to the edge of the bed, he’s kneeling in front of you waiting for you to say anything. His eyes are blown out waiting for you to say something.

You move your hands so you can push Harry’s hair out his face. Brushing it behind his ears. “Well baby. Do you remember when you told me you want to deepthroat my cock?” You said twirling his curls between your fingers watching him trying to remember that conversation he shared with you a month ago. When he remembered he nodded his head.

“Well, that isn’t your cock baby. Yours is pink and glittery. Like…. sprinkles.. On desserts.” He said giving you his toothy grin.

“Well, you're right baby.” You smiled watching him laugh. He looks down at the strap on and back at you.

“I like the other one much better. This one is.. Plan. Also I remembered the only way I will suck you off is if you're also getting pleasure.”

Harry could be greedy and a brat, but he always makes sure you’re also getting pleasure even though you told him time and time again that seeing him in pleasure also gives you pleasure.

“Who says that I won’t be getting pleasure ugh?” You smirked at him walking away to your dresser where you placed the remote controller to the strap on. You walk back to Harry grabbing his hand so you can give him the remote. He gave you a questioning look which you gave him a wink and walked to the chair that’s in the corner of your room. You sit down spreading your legs open rubbing your thighs back and forth.

“Click it.” You said.

Harry clicked it and that had you throwing your head back. “Fuck” you whimpered thrusting your hip upwards. Harry watched you while were lost in your own pleasure. Harry eyes didn’t move away from your body. He couldn’t help seeing your boobs sag to the side, your pierced nipples are already hard, your thighs are shaking and seeing that your body is already getting goosebumps and oh my gosh, sweat is forming on your forehead. When Harry looks down, he already sees that his dick is hard. He sees the stain from his precum on his boxer. After a couple of minutes of Harry getting turned on seeing you in the state of pleasure, he started getting jealous because he wasn’t the one making you feel this way. So he immediately clicked off on the remote.

“Fuck, that worker wasn’t wrong about this.” You whispered to yourself. That vibrator sits perfectly on your clit. The intensity of that is something you hardly get to experience. You know that wasn’t the highest intensity or speed so now you’re curious about what this bad boy could really do. You bring your eyes to Harry who’s still kneeling on his knees still watching you, but when you bring your eyes down you see that his little buddy is sticking out.

“Awe baby. Does your friend need a little help?”

Harry didn’t say anything. Just staring at you and you can’t figure out what he’s thinking. “Harry… what?” Once again he didn’t say anything. Harry knows that you’re not a big fan when he goes quiet on you, and you notice that he’s acting weird.

“Harry… get over here right now.” Based on your tone Harry knows that you weren’t playing around so he immediately got off the bed and walked up to you. When he finally arrives, you raise your eyebrow.

“Kneel.” He obliged. He’s looking right at you with his bambi eyes. You’re still manspreading and slouching on the chair staring at Harry.

“What has gotten over you?” You asked him.

He looks away from you. Harry doesn’t like it when you give him intense eye contact. Let’s just say his last partner bruised him a little bit. Even though he made a huge improvement since you guys got together, there are certain things he still struggles with.

Harry starts chipping away his black nail polish you painted a couple of hours ago for his birthday, which means you’ll have to redo it when you guys go out to celebrate for his big day with his friend.

“I wasn’t helping you.” He said barely above a whisper but you still heard him. Kind of.

“Pet, I need you to look at me when I’m talking to you. So can you please repeat what you said but this time looking at me and slightly louder.”

It took Harry a couple of seconds to finally look at you. His eyes are glossy and there was a hint of fear behind them. “I wasn’t there to help you.” He said shakily.

You lean forward to watch Harry closely. “What do you mean?”

“You were getting yourself off. Not me. You said that we are not allowed to use toys on ourselves without one of us being there. I didn’t touch you. I didn’t even say anything and you were already getting turned on.” He said watching one of his tears streaming down his face. You bring your hand to his face wiping away his tears.

“Hey bub, don’t cry darling. You were there with me. I gave you the remote controller and fuck baby. The only thing I was thinking about was you. Do you want me to tell you what I was thinking about?”

Harry shakes his head immediately.

“Well… I was thinking about you on your knees, like you are now giving me the best blowjob ever. Seeing your eyes get all teary, seeing your saliva all over my thighs and cock, and honestly seeing you getting ruined by this silicone cock of mine.” Giving him a kiss.

“You were?”

“Are you kidding me baby? I don’t think you understand how much I love you.”

“How much?” He raised his eyebrow.

“So much that I would create two years’ worth of journal entries for your ex-girlfriend and create lies about her so she could go to jail. To make sure she never gets out I would kill myself to make it seem like she killed me.” You pinch his cheek smiling at him.

“Oh my gosh. You do love me!” He cheered.

“I sure do.”

Harry leans in for the kiss. It started off sweet and gentle, but it soon turned into a messy and needy kiss. Harry hands is on the strap on tugging it which elicits a moan from you. “You like it when I play with your cocky mommy?” He asked you in between the kisses.

“I do. I love it when my birthday boy plays with it.” You said biting on his lip and using your tongue to ease the pain. Harry pulls away and pushes you back in your seat. You watch Harry watching you and your strap on. He gives you a wink and positions himself where he could be comfy while he does sinful things to you on his birthday. You forgot the whole remote until Harry clicked on. You tried closing your legs but Harry is in between you.

“No closing your legs now mommy.” Harry said with a hint of mischief.

“Is- Is my baby becoming a - Fuck!” Harry increases the speed which had you always biting your tongue off. Before you could even recover from that you see Harry mouth around the tip of the cock. You just stared at him because of how beautiful he looks with a cock inside his mouth. It probably doesn’t taste like anything but he’s enjoying it like it’s a damn lollipop.

The sight in front of you and the vibrator has you seeing stars. You don’t want to cum just yet, but Harry isn’t helping your situation in the slightest. If it wasn’t his birthday you would’ve grabbed his hair and pulled him off. You’re going to let him have his fun. Just for tonight.

You bring your hand to his head pushing his head down a little bit more. His eyes shot up at you. His eyes are already getting watery. Why not push him further?

You thrust your hip forward while pushing his head slightly harder. Harry gags immediately. “Oh, I’m sorry? I thought you need more of a… push.” You said giving him a smile. Harry hallowed his cheek more and brought his head down deeper. You could barely see the dildo anymore. The room is filled with the sound of the vibrator and Harry gagging.

Harry pulled his mouth off and started coughing. Trying to recompose himself after you literally fucked his throat. You let out a whimper. “Does my baby boy need a break? I thought you could handle it?” You said out of breath. You could barely keep your eyes open.

Harry wipes his mouth with his hand wiping off the strand of saliva that was hanging from his mouth. Harry didn’t say anything, just smirked. You gave him a questioning look because you see him picking up the remote.

“Babe wh- what are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “I just want to see if you can handle it.” Before you could ask him what he meant he increased the fucking intensity.

Your legs closed together because there was so much shock that you weren’t expecting. You can feel yourself cuming but that’s the last thing you want to do. “Harry. It’s t- too much.” You whined. You bring your hand to your tits because you need to grab onto something. Harry just smiles at you.

“Look at you baby. Can hardly keep your composure. Now…. I need you to open your legs for me so I can suck your dick.” Harry said assertively.

You didn’t because you could hardly move. All you could do is let this feeling consume your entire body. Harry didn’t approve of you not listening so he grabbed your cheeks and smacked you across your face. Your eyes widened seeing Harry in your face made you moan even louder.

“Be a good whore and spread your legs open. Right. Now.”

You obliged and opened your leg slowly until Harry had room.

“Thank you dear.”

You feel Harry’s rings on your thighs. It feels good having something cold on your hot skin. You look down and you see Harry's eyes are already on yours while he’s deepthroating you. Seeing him with watery eyes has you almost at your breaking point, but you don’t want to cum just yet. “I love seeing you being a good boy to mommy.” You whispered not having enough strength to go any louder. Harry moans and rolls his eyes to the back of his head.

“Seeing you sucking on my cock as my pussy so wet for you baby.” Harry brought his hand down and pulled his boxer down so he could free himself.

“That’s right baby. Play with the real thing while you’re fucking the fake one.” You moan out loud pinching your hardened nipples.

You thrust upward and Harry gagged around it. Harry is paying attention to his tip because he doesn’t want to prolong his orgasm. He knows that you won’t be able to maintain yours. Seeing you naked, manspreading, and with a strap on has him going feral.

“Are you touching yourself, my birthday boy?”

Harry nods.

“You’re lu- lucky that it’s your birthday because if it wasn’t, fuck. I’m so close. Are you close?”

Harry shakes his head.

“Good because I want you to cum all over me. It’s your day so you can choose where.” You said.

Harry's eyes go wide and he increases his popping his head and hallowing his cheeks. If it was a real dick, you know he would be amazing at it.

You move your hip up so you can meet Harry while he’s bringing his head down which results in him gagging. After a couple of more thrusts Harry pulls away. He gets on top of you with his cock in your face. You see how red and swollen his tip is so you bring your head forward so you could have a taste.

You’ve been holding onto your release for so long and you don’t know how long could last. You taste the saltiness of Harry's. You flick your tongue around his tip and that makes Harry shove his dick further into your mouth. When he feels himself at his breaking point he pulls away and starts pumping himself off. “Does my baby want my face or my tits?”

“Your face. Tongue out.” Harry growled. You stuck your tongue out batting your eyelashes.

“Fuck” Harry groaned pumping himself faster. His knuckles are turning white from how hard he’s gripping himself. Before you know it, you feel his cum your tongue. You close your eyes to make sure it doesn't get in your eyes. You feel it on your eyelids, forehead, mouth and you most definitely in your hair. Knowing that Harry came you didn’t have to hold back yours, so you came soon afterward.

You toss your head back spurting out profanities and Harry name. When you feel yourself coming down you open your eyes. You see Harry still on top of you with his curls stuck on his forehead due to sweat on his forehead.

You bring your fingers to your face to wipe off some of Harry’s cum. You bring it to your mouth and suck it clean. When you took your finger out your mouth it made a ‘pop sound’

“Happy birthday to me I guess.”

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Amethyst you so much

Summary: Spencer has had a crush on Y/N since she started working at the bau. She only ever works the night shift after a case, handling all the aftermath gracefully. one night, Spencer stays back and they strike up a conversation about rocks, causing their feelings to dig a little deeper.

Warnings: pure fluff, weed mention, hurt/comfort, grief and mourning

Word Count: 6.4K

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Late nights at the office had become his thing since Gideon left.

He couldn’t bring himself to go home some nights without a game of chess, a cup of coffee, and the ambiance of the post case staff working. He would’ve had no idea about what goes on after they close a case if he didn’t stay behind most nights.

The phone rings almost every 10 minutes, and it’s always answered by the sweetest voice. The fax machine never turns off, and the most beautiful girl in the world is always running around placing papers in different places.

He’s been smitten with her since she started here, 2 years ago. Never seeing much of her since she was switched to the night shift, always wanting to just watch her from afar, never speaking to her unless he needed to.

“Yes, again we are so sorry for the door,” he can hear her voice from the back corner of the room. “Agent Morgan will be paying for that out of his paycheck, don’t worry, Mr. Kennings. We’ll be sure to remember your hotel when we’re in the area again. The FBI has a very generous budget for overnight cases. Of course, you have a good night too.”

She hung the phone up harshly and let out a deep sigh. He turned around to see her face in her arms, resting against the desk. She looked done, completely fed up. He would be too.

She looked up then, noticing that he was making eye contact with her. She awkwardly smiled and waved at him, “sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Spencer replied. “We asked for the key, I should have stopped him from kicking it in.”

She laughed then, walking over to his desk so she didn’t have to yell across the room. She sat on the corner of his desk lightly, “why do you stay every night?”

“Oh, um,” he wasn’t prepared for this. She had never talked to him before. She was barely able to even look at him when she used to place papers on his desk 2 years ago, now she was on his desk.

“I don’t like to bring the work home with me, it’s better to destress here before I go to my apartment,” he answered, half honestly.

She nodded slightly, “I get it. Luckily I go home in the mornings so the sun helps me feel better.”

“Going home in the dark isn’t fun,” she lightly smiled up at her.

“Do you want a coffee or anything?” She asked softly, “seeing as I am still your assistant as long as you’re here?”

He laughed lightly, “I would, but I’d like to join you in the staff room for it?”

“Okay,” she stood, straightening out her shirt as he stood as well.

He held the doors open for her, letting her walk out first, still smiling as she waited in the hall for him. Never being anything less than 1 foot from him for some reason, and he didn’t mind in the slightest.

“Do you like your job?” He asked lightly.

“Oh yeah,” she laughed. “It’s like customer service on crack. Have you ever had to explain to someone why you can’t pay for the cracked foundation after Agent Morgan’s ransacked a place?”

“I honestly never thought of who has to deal with the aftermath,” he awkwardly admitted to her. “I’m so sorry.”

She couldn’t stop laughing as they entered the kitchen, “it’s fine. I never have to apologize on your behalf, it’s everyone else who seems to be reckless. Sometimes I feel like it would be better if I came along to babysit.”

“That would be helpful,” he smiled softly as she entered the staff room.

He watched as she took a new coffee filter out of the cupboard. Emptying the coffee pot with ease, rinsing everything before adding the water and scooping in the grounds. He was mesmerized by how fast she was able to do it, then again it was sort of her job.

“What mug would you like?” She turned to him with a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

“Um, the purple one, if it’s there?”

“You really like purple, huh?” She teased him, standing on her tippy-toes to reach the mug for him.

She placed it on the counter before grabbing a white mug, it had a bumblebee on it, “bee happy” written along the top. It was perfect for her.

“Purple is a stress-reducing colour,” she explained. “When I was a kid my parents painted my room purple so that I’d sleep better.”

“I’ve always been drawn to it.”

She leaned against the counter while the coffee pot started to percolate, “Probably because of your anxiety, coffee doesn’t help that.”

“It’s in my DNA to be like this,” he tried to joke, knowing he succeeded when her smile crept back onto her face.

He was on a mission to keep seeing it.

“For someone who spends a lot of time with dead bodies, creepy places and bad people, you sure are a mousy little thing aren’t you?” She teased him.

“I also love Halloween, go figure.” He’s not sure where the confidence came from, being able to make light-hearted jokes like this was only easy with the team.

Which she technically was a part of. He’s seen her almost every single day for 3 years, slowly being able to get comfortable enough for this very moment.

“What else are you into, outside of here?” She asked honestly, making his heart swell as no one else had ever asked him before.

“Lots of things,” he sighed. “I love to read, I’ll read anything. But mostly I enjoy far-off worlds. Lord of the Rings, Star Trek, Doctor Who, Sherlock mostly.”

“No supernatural?” She gasped. “Sacrilege, honestly. What kind of nerd are you if you don't support supperwholock?”

“That's the show with the monster hunting brothers right?” He tried to recall it to his mind.

She nodded with a pressed-lipped smile, “it’s bad but in a way where I can’t stop watching every Thursday, they just introduced an angel who is pretty gay. Star Trek is cool too, I guess, I was raised by Trekkies.”

“My mom was into Doctor Who.”

“Mamma’s boy,” she teased him slightly, returning her focus to the coffee as she poured the now finished brew into their mugs. “She was nice when she came in that one time, I made her a very sweet coffee just like yours.”

He reached for the sugar then, poring a generous amount into his mug with a grin, “how much do you like?”

“the same amount,” she couldn’t help but laugh. “I hate the taste of coffee, but it keeps me awake.”

He poured the sugar into her mug as she places a spoon in each. Allowing him to stir his own before picking it up finally. Holding the warm ceramic in his hands, it was almost as warm as the feeling in his chest when he looked at her.

He’s felt it for a long time. He’s been caught staring at her by Derek, JJ even tried to get him to give her his number. Which she already had for when she calls him into work in the middle of the night. They knew he had a crush, he did too. He just didn’t know what to do about it.

“Come to my desk, I want to show you something?” She asked softly, avoiding eye contact as she walked towards the door.

He followed, like a lost puppy, all the way back to her desk. It was always neat, he always looked at it when he made his way up the stairs to the briefing room. He could even see it from where he sat at the table sometimes. Always wanting to see her leave in the mornings.

She had a collection of rocks that always changed, he loved the blue one the most but it wasn’t there currently. She had all new ones since the last time he looked.

“Here,” she hands him one. It’s brown and gold, the colours moving and shifting as he turns it with his fingers. The gold running through it like a beautiful wave.

“what’s this for?”

“It’s a Tiger’s eye, for good luck and happiness,” she smiled. “Keep it at your desk and maybe it’ll be easier for you to relax when you come back?”

The butterflies in his chest were swirling then as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. Wanting him to take it, wanting him to feel better. Caring for him.

“Thank you,” he barely whispers, clearing his throat softly. “It’s very nice of you.”

“You’re always nice to me, so,” she shrugged.

They sat down then, he dragged his chair from his desk over to hers. Sitting in close as she explained all the meanings to her rocks. He listened carefully, getting to examine each one as she spoke.

“This one is Jade, it’s for balancing emotions and allowing compassion so I don’t scream at everyone on the phone,” she laughed as she placed one in his hands. Her fingers brushing his palm softly.

It was a beautiful green stone with a thin white line running through it, separating into 3 directions as he flipped it over, “it’s beautiful.”

“I know some people don’t believe in this stuff,” she started to get embarrassed as she placed them all back on the shelf. “But I’ve always thought; if the moon, which is just a rock, can control the water, and humans are 70% water, then who’s to tell me the moon cycles don’t control my emotions and these smaller rocks can’t help problem areas?”

“You’re not wrong,” he shook his head softly as he thought her words over. “People depended on the stars and planets for guidance originally, as well as rocks and herbs for healing, just because it’s outdated doesn’t mean it doesn’t work?”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “No one has ever agreed with me that easily.”

“Anytime you want to talk, I’ll just be over there,” he pointed at his desk. “And I’m a phone call away?” He swallowed sharply at his boldness, trying to stay calm as he awaited her answer.

“I do have your number,” she smiled, reaching out to place her hand on his. “But you should go home, I’m sure you’re chilled out now.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, staring at her hand as they touched. He lightly wrapped his hand around hers, holding it slightly, running his thumb over her knuckles. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“And every day after,” she whispered, tilting her head as she smiled at him.

This was going to be interesting.

—

Penelope was always dragging him out. She would take him shopping, to dinner, to the movies. She was like his big sister, dedicated to making sure he wasn’t always cooped up or trying to retreat into a fantasy life.

She kept him busy.

She had 4 bags in her hands as they walked down the street, peering into the store windows to see what else she could possibly be interested in taking home for someone. That’s when they passed the natural health store.

He stopped in his tracks, seeing all the different rocks on the wall accompanies by little cards that described how they could help. He opened the door and rushed inside before Penelope even noticed he stopped following her.

“Good afternoon!” The shop owner called out to him. “How can I assist you today?”

“Um, the girl I like has a rock collection,” he says softly, knowing Penelope is behind him listening. “Crystals more specifically, I’d like to get her some?”

“Well, you came to the right place,” the man beams, escorting him to the wall of rocks. “What is she like?”

“Wonderful,” the words are carried out of his mouth on a sigh as he thinks about her. “She’s confident and nice, and caring. She’s always positive and just so lovely.”

“I’ve got you,” the man starts picking rocks off the wall and placing them in his hands.

Spencer follows him to the desk where he lays down a handful of rocks, Penelope is shockingly quiet as she stands beside him, staring at the collection. She’ll be full of questions later, all of which he is terrified of.

“This is a rose quartz, pretty basic love, beauty, anti-depression stone,” he pushes the pink and a green rock towards him. “Serpentine is for new adventures, observation and insight. I have a feeling you’re up for an adventure with her?”

Spencer nodded enthusiastically, “I like that one. It would be better to get her some rare ones, some that have to do with friendship, new beginnings, or opportunities?” He tried to explain his feelings as best as he could. Not knowing if he sounded dumb for a change.

The man smiled wide, “here,” he dipped below the counter and dug out a box. “Chrysocolla is literally for new beginnings, love and opportunity.”

He hands Spencer a vitreous, raw blue stone with small green marks running all through it, it’s beautiful like her. “This is perfect.”

“I’ll throw in a Kiwi Jasper as well, it’s for being by someone's side, support and trust. As well as a Ruby in Zoisite it symbolizes finding the joy in life with someone,” he hands Spencer two equally beautiful stones, prepping a bag and wrappings for all of them.

Spencer lays out the 5 stones he picked out, watching him wrap them with care before placing them in a bag. He rings everything up, Spencer pays and before he’s even out the door Penelope is pouncing on him for answers.

“Who?!”

He can't help but blush and stutter, trying to brush past her and continue walking down the street. “You can’t hide forever Spencer, who is she?”

“How do you know it’s a she?”

“You literally said so?” She looks at him like he’s an idiot. “Come on? I won't tell anyone!”

“Y/N.”

The gears are turning in Penelope's head as she tries to place a face to the name, knowing she’s seen her somewhere, “From the office?”

He nods softly, “the one Derek bullies me for staring at?” He clues her in more as they walk.

“He also bullies her for staring at you,” she adds with a smile. “She’s going to love those, when are you going to give them to her?”

“I was thinking about just leaving one on her desk every day? Maybe with a note for why I picked it?” He really wants to woo her, she’s too special to just flirt with.

“She’s going to love that.”

—

Sure enough, he walked into work every day for the next week, placing a rock on a sticky note on her desk. He was never around when she was able to see it, only knowing she got it when he'd arrive at work the next morning with a note reading 'thank you ♥︎ ' on top of his files.

He thinks about her all weekend, planning how he'll give her the last rock as he takes the elevator up that morning. Only to see her sitting at her desk, phone pressed to her ear as she tried to talk someone out of suing the FBI, she looked absolutely miserable. Just a casual Monday morning for her, almost at the end of her shift.

He rushed over to his desk, putting all his stuff down to dig one of the rocks from his satchel. Picking the Kiwi Jasper for today, he grabbed a pen and a sticky note and wrote her a little note.

“Always here if you need to talk, -Spencer ♥︎”

He walked over to her desk, she was still talking so she didn’t notice him until he was right there, she looked up at him with a thankful smile.

“Yes sir,” she answered the person talking to her. “Can I call you back after I speak to the chief? thanks.” She hung up on him, turning all her attention to Spencer.

“I know you know it's been me leaving these, but I brought you in another one,” he says softly, placing the rock in her hand and sticking the note to the shelf where it would end up.

“oh my gosh, Spencer?” She placed her free hand on her heart as she looked at the rock.

“You looked upset?”

She stands and pulls him into a hug, he can feel all the eyes on him as he holds her back, letting his chin rest on her shoulder as she squeezes him.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she pulled back, awkwardly smiling at him as she also noticed everyone staring.

“Always,” he smiled back, hand still resting on her arm. “Um, I have a case I need to get to.”

“Of course, good luck,” she smiled.

He pulls the tiger's eye out of his shirt pocket, showing her that he still had it, “kinda hard not to have good luck with this.”

She bit back a smile, her eyes gleaming as she took a deep breath through her nose. Releasing the same feelings he was keeping inside, allowing both their butterflies to swarm out together.

—

He loved when they had cases in Virginia. Being able to stay in the bullpen and work was relaxing, it was easier to think where he felt safe.

He was working on the geo profile all alone, a huge map stretched across a clear case board as he laid a yardstick across it. Drawing a thick red line with marker over it, in his own little world as he worked away.

He doesn’t realize she’s standing there too until she’s lightly pressing her hand on his back.

“Hey,” she whispers softly. “It’s 10 pm, thought you’d like a coffee?” She places the purple mug on his desk with her purse, turning her attention back to what he’s doing.

“Thank you, I’m almost done here,” he says softly, finishing the red triangle he was making on the map.

“I’ve always found it fascinating how you do this,” she complimented him. “You’re so careful.”

“Like baking, it’s an exact science,” he smiled softly.

It made her giggle slightly, placing her hand back on his back as she moved in closer to look. He wanted her to stay there forever, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus. He tried his best to steady his hand as he finished the line.

Putting the yardstick back down and turning to her, she doesn’t move her hand, instead, softly moving to rest on his arm as she stands close to him. “How are you?”

He feels nervous for some reason, it’s not like she hasn’t been this close to him before. It’s just that she’s close and she smells wonderful and he wonders if her lips would be a better wake-up call than the coffee she brought.

He realizes he’s staring at her lips when he licks his own, “I’m good,” he furrows his brow and clears his throat with a nod.

She smirks at him, “how come you’re the only one still here? Hotch said it could wait till tomorrow?”

“I was waiting for you,” he admits, “but I got carried away setting this up, I never heard you come in?”

“Cause I didn’t,” she scrunches her nose slightly as she straightens her stance. “I saw you working hard and went right to get you a coffee.”

“You’re wonderful,” he blushes as the words slip out, trying his best to keep eye contact when all he wants to do is kiss her.

She pats his arm slightly as she backs up a little, grabbing her bag from where she set it on his desk. “I’m going to set up for the night, come talk to me before you leave?”

“Of course,” he says as she walks away, letting out a small sigh as he realizes just how badly he wants her.

He never gets to talk to her before he leaves, she’s on the phone when hotch comes storming in. Saying something about another body and making Reid leave with him. He’s busy for 3 days straight, thinking about her with every free thought he’s able to squeeze in.

He carries the rock from her in his pocket everywhere he goes; in his pants beside his keys, in his bag with his books, in his breast pocket, over his heart, behind a bulletproof vest. Feeling it press against his chest, a part of her keeping him safe where ever he went.

They finish the case with minimal damage, Spencer specifically making sure that Derek leaves all the doors on the hinges for Y/N’s sake, cleaning up any messes they make so she won’t have to hear about it over the phone. They all notice that he’s doing it for her, quietly appreciating the fact that Spencer is happy for a change, that there’s a glimmer of hope in his eyes again.

He arrives back at Quantico 30 minutes before her shift starts. Everyone else is packing up for the day while he sits at his desk, reading to occupy the time before she comes in.

Only she doesn’t.

30 minutes pass and she’s nowhere to be seen, it’s only 9:02 by the time he starts to panic. Wondering if she’s okay, hoping she’s just in the elevator or grabbing a coffee that’s actually good, somewhere outside of the office.

“Reid,” he hears Hotch calling him from his office door. “She just called in, her grandmother passed away last night so she won't be in.”

“Oh,” he furrows his brow, looking at him with confusion. “How did you know?”

“Penelope,” he smiles. “She’s still here too, and she knows where Y/N lives.”

“It wouldn’t be weird to go see if she’s okay?”

Hotch just smiles at him again, “go see her, Reid.”

Getting her address from Penelope felt a little weird, but she writes it on a sticky note for him and he’s out the door before she can even pry into what he’s going to say. Which is good, because he doesn’t know yet.

It’s late, but he stops by the little rock store on his way to her house. Seeing the lights still on and the same man from before behind the counter.

“Welcome back,” he’s overly cheerful for it being so late. “How did she like them?”

“She likes the ones I’ve given her so far,” he smiles, looking over the wall himself this time for the right one.

Scanning past every emotion and affirmation known to man as he looked around, picking out a beautiful pink Rhodonite for healing grief, supposedly acting as a hug from emotional troubles. And a Rainbow Moonstone for inner peace, harmony and strength.

“She’s lost someone recently?” He asks as Spencer places them on the counter.

“Her grandmother,” he says softly. “These are good, right?”

“They’ll be perfect, we also have amethyst bracelets, they’re good for healing and drawing in positive energy,” he points towards the small display of bracelets. Small purple stones separated with small gold beads.

He picks up 2 of them, placing them on the counter as well.

“Is she still just a crush?”

Spencer laughs lightly, “unfortunately.”

“She might be more after this,” he smirks, ringing him up. “I’ll give you a 2 for one deal on everything, I have a feeling you’ll be in a lot.”

Spencer thanks him as he pays, picking out a small purple bag for the rocks and bracelet. Placing one on his own wrist before leaving. Also picking up some cookie dough ice cream and a card at the corner store just beside her apartment. Remembering all the times Penelope, JJ or Emily has mentioned it being the best ice cream for crying.

He takes a very deep breath before knocking on her door, hoping to every god out there that she doesn’t find this incredibly inappropriate and weird.

“Spencer?” He hears her voice before she even opens the door, looking out the peephole at him.

She whips the door open, eyes puffy and swollen as she looks at him in shock. She’s in a big sweater and shorts, tears dripping down her cheeks as she shakes her head at him.

“I thought you could use some cheering up?” He awkwardly smiles, holding the ice cream up for her to see.

She wraps her arms around his middle, burying her face against his coat. Still crying as she holds him, he holds her with his free hand, shushing her as he presses his cheek to her head.

She pulls back with a sniffle, “come in,” she offers with an arm out, ushering him inside the small room as she closes the door.

He takes his shoes off, handing her the ice cream so he can take off his coat and satchel too. “This isn’t weird right?”

“Not at all,” she laughs slightly through the awkwardness. “You don’t know how much it means to me that you care this much.”

“I brought something for you,” he says as he struggles to dig everything out of his pocket.

He hands her the card and the little purple bag, seeing the overwhelming glance grow on her face. Her eyes grew wide as he mouth opened, speechless.

She opened the card first, reading the passage about grief that was already provided. Dealing with grief was something Spencer knew too well, adding something a little special to the bottom of the card.

“To live in hearts we left behind is not to die,” -Thomas Campbell. As long as you remember her, with a smile on your face and love in your heart, she will always be with you ♥︎ Spencer

She wipes her tears with her forearm, placing the card on the counter beside the ice cream before she opens the bag. She pulls out the bracelet first, absolute shock on her face.

“Spencer?” Is all she can say, in a high squeak as she shakes her head at him.

“I didn’t want you to be sad,” he says softly, stepping into her space and placing a hand on her arm. “I love seeing you smile, and I thought this could help.

He takes the bracelet from her grasp and places it over her hand. Resting it on her wrist softly, straightening it out against her sweater as she notices the matching on over his shirt sleeve.

“Oh this is so cute,” she swoons. “thank you, really Spencer.”

“And there are some rocks for grief healing in there too, one is supposedly like an emotional hug which should heal the grief and sorrow, and the other is more for inner peace and harmony,” he rambles away, not wanting her to miss anything.

She pours the rocks from the bag, into her hand, looking them over silently with a smile, “they’ll look great on my desk.”

“The purple looks nice on you too,” he compliments her, watching her eyes drift up to him.

She places the rocks on the counter before wrapping her arms around him once more. This time he’s able to actually hold her back, tight as possible as he rubs his hand over her back.

She smells like home, clean laundry and happiness. She’s soft and warm, he holds her perfectly against his chest, like she was a missing puzzle piece that someone finally found under the table, she fits into his life like she was supposed to be there.

She kisses his cheek softly before she pulls back, causing him to pull her into a real kiss on impulse. Connecting their lips as she sighs into the contact, melting into his grasp as she kisses him back.

Her lips are soft, fitting between his own gently as she breathes him in. Her hands reach up to grip his cheeks, kissing him again and again, placing pecks to his lips and cheeks with her eyes closed as he giggles.

“Thank you,” she whispers against his lips, “for everything.”

“I’d do anything for you,” he whispers back, kissing her one last time before she pulls away.

“I was actually about to smoke some weed on the fire escape and probably cry some more,” she laughs lightly. “would you like to join me?”

“I’ll stick with a bowl of ice cream,” he smiled awkwardly.

“Nice one,” she laughs as she opens the ice cream.

“What?”

“Oh, you didn’t even get the reference you made,” she laughs lightly, “to get high you smoke a bowl, so…”

It makes him smile, “I'm a comedian part-time.”

He makes her laugh again, loving the sound of her giggle replacing the tears. “Why aren’t you this funny at work?”

He thinks about it for a little, watching her scoop the ice cream into two bowls, “it’s a little hard to make jokes when people's lives are on the line, I know everyone else does but I get too focused.”

“They probably wouldn’t appreciate your jokes even if you did make them,” she says as she handed him a bowl with a spoon. “They’re kind of mean to you, in a family way but it still sucks sometimes to overhear.”

She walks into the living area then, grabbing a few blankets and opening the window to the fire escape. Crawling out to sit on the ledge, waiting for him.

“I don’t mind it,” he says as he finally sits down beside her.

She places the blanket over their laps, both of them sitting criss-cross applesauce as they ate.

“Do you like your job?” She asks him, just like he once asked her.

“Most of the time,” he nodded as he got brain freeze. The cold air, the cold ice cream, everything that was catching up to him as he scrunched his face up at the feeling.

She laughs at him only a bit before she’s also attacked by the brain freeze, holding the vein in her neck as she chokes out another laugh, trying to warm up the blood going to her head so the pain would stop.

They’re both just a mess of giggles together, unable to say any words as they let it all out. She leans her head on his shoulder lightly as they calm down to just soft chuckles. He presses his cheek against her head.

“Thank you, Spencer,” it sounds like she’s crying a bit. “My grandma was a lovely woman, she’d be glad I’m laughing right now.”

He reached out a hand for her to hold over the blanket. She interlocked their fingers softly, both cold from holding their ice cream bowls.

“If she was anything like you, I’m sure she was the most wonderful woman,” he says softly, not intending to make her cry but having a feeling he might.

“Would you be interested in holding me on the couch while I cry?” She asked softly, tears in her eyes as she looked up at him.

“Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”

—

He’s late for work the next morning.

Waking up to the smell of coffee, opening his eyes to a strange view. He’s on a couch he doesn’t recognize in a room he doesn’t know too well.

Then he remembers, they ended up cuddled up on the couch. He wakes up to the memory of her on his chest, crying softly as they listened to some music, he ran his hand over her back while she went through it all, blessed to have his support.

He fell asleep under her at some point, waking up alone with a blanket laid over him. He sat up to see her in the kitchen, pouring coffee into a travel mug.

“Good, you’re awake,” she smiles at him. “Coffee is ready, I uh, I have this button-up shirt from a guy friend, if you wanted to wear that to work today? So they don’t think you stayed here?”

“That’s smart,” he replies as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

Getting up, he uses the bathroom, changes and takes that coffee from her. He’s not expecting her to kiss him on the lips at the door, but she sends him off to work like an old housewife.

He doesn’t want to pull away from her, keeping her pressed against him as he leans in for 4 more kisses before she finally pushes him out into the hallway with a laugh, “get to work!”

“Fine,” he sighs, “are you going to be in tonight?”

“Yeah,” she smiles, “funeral is in West Virginia next week, so I’ll be in until then.”

“I’ll see you later?”

She nods slightly with a soft smile, “you’ll be seeing a lot of me soon, Spencer.”

“Good,” he winks at her before heading down the hallway and towards the street entrance.

He sighs as he walks outside, resting his back against the apartment complex door, taking a moment to think about everything that just happened, the night of company and the wonderful send-off.

It was something he could get used to.

He rushes into the briefing room when he arrives at Quantico, sitting down with his coffee and pretending he wasn’t late. Listening carefully to JJ’s presentation of the case as he flips through everything he missed already.

“Wheels up in 30,” he heard Hotch say as he zoned back in. “Nice of you to join us, Reid.”

“I know that travel mug from somewhere,” Derek said as he stared at Spencer, who was taking a sip to avoid the awkwardness.

“Hmm?” He played dumb.

“That’s Y/N’s. She washes it every morning when she leaves to go home, I see her do it every morning,” his eyes open wide. “Holy shit.”

“Isn’t that the same tie and slacks from yesterday?” Emily teased him as well.

“Her grandma died, I brought her ice cream and slept on the couch okay?” He all but yelled, flailing his arms slightly so they’d all back off.

Derek reached his fist out for him to pound it, “good man.”

Then Penelope noticed the bracelet, “did she get you that?”

He sunk his hand into his pocket then, “no.”

“What?” Emily and JJ asked in unison, straining their necks to try and get a good look at what she was talking about.

He nervously held his arm out for them, showing them the purple bracelet resting over the sleeve of his shirt. “I got one for her too, it’s for healing and peace. It’s what she needs right now.”

“Oh, so you love her,” Derek smiles as he teases him. Making everyone else in the room swoon slightly.

“Okay and?”

“Oh my god!” Most of them shout at him, embarrassing him to no end. He was so glad she wasn’t at work this morning or else she would be able to hear this from her desk.

“Did you kiss her?” Rossi pries, asking what everyone else was thinking.

He scrunches his face, pushing his glasses up slightly as he clears his throat, “a few times.”

“Is she your girlfriend?” JJ kept the questions coming.

“Not yet,” he said softly. “Kinda weird to walk into her apartment while she cries to say ‘hey sorry about the death in your family, want to date me?’”

“Yeah,” Emily agrees, shrugging lightly. “At least she knows you like her now, it’s been what? 2 years?”

“2 years, 3 months, 17 days and 43 minutes,” he confirms with a small nod and pressed lips.

“Gross,” Derek teases him.

“The plane is leaving in 10 minutes,” Hotch cut into their fun.

Making them all gather their things and continue the interrogation in the elevator, and eventually on the plane, and in the police precinct. Even Penelope called him in the middle of everything to bug him about her.

The questions were never-ending, everyone wanted to know how they even started talking, who made the first move, how he plans to ask her out. They were relentless, he almost regretted admitting to anything.

They bug him all throughout the day, all the way until they’re arriving back at the BAU late that same night. He almost doesn’t want to go back to the bullpen and see her with all of them, knowing they were going to follow and say something.

She’s waiting in the hall when the elevator doors open, a pressed-lipped smile on her face, “bad news.”

“Another one?” Hotch sighs, “have Garcia send us the info. Be at the table in 10.” He pushes his way out of the elevator, passed them all as they stare at Y/N.

“Hi?” She awkwardly waves at them all, showing off the bracelet on her wrist.

“See ya, Spence,” JJ and Emily say as they matt his shoulder, dragging Derek and Rossi towards the bullpen doors.

“Sorry,” he apologizes for them softly, stepping into her space.

She wraps him up in a quick hug, keeping one arm around his waist as she guides him towards the bullpen, “it’s fine, they’re going to have to get used to us being together.”

“Together?” He repeats her words.

“I only cry on my boyfriend's shoulders, if you're up for the title?” She teases him softly, pinching his side as they walk towards the doors.

“Can I frame “Dr. Spencer Reid, Y/N’s boyfriend” beside my Ph.D.’s?” He keeps his hand on her shoulder, holding each other slightly as they walk towards her desk. He felt like one of those kids who wouldn’t let go of their girlfriend's hand in the school hallway, attached to her at the hip.

“I’ll make one for you while you’re gone,” she laughs lightly.

They stop at her desk where he sees all rocks he got her collecting on the shelf, as well as a cup of coffee and his favourite kind of donut.

“Thought you deserved something nice too,” she says as she nudges his side.

He kisses her on the cheek as a thank you, “you’re welcome,” she smiles to herself. A feeling of pride growing in both their chests.

“See you later?” He asks as he picks up the coffee and donut, walking away slowly as she smiles at him.

“Come home to me safely, Doctor Reid,” her voice is just loud enough for everyone in the briefing room, where everyone is waiting at the window, watching them, deciding to put on a show in return.

He stops on the steps to look at her softly, “I’d fight a thousand unsubs to come home to you.”

“I’ll leave the light on,” she blows a kiss at him, making him blush a deep red.

He waves, making his way up the steps and into the briefing room. A smile on his face, heart thumping in his chest, all the support in the world swarming around him as everyone patted him on the back.

That tiger’s eye really did bring him good luck and happiness, and her name was Y/N.

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Teasing Master | Berlin

Requested by @diorrfairy: hi! i'd like to ask an imagine/one shot on berlin × reader in which y/n is a young girl in her early twenties who's part of the gang and even though of their age gap she has a "secret relationship" going on with berlin (sexual tension, flirting and teasing). the plot and the rest is up to you. thanksss

Word count: 2.1k

Warning: teasing, flirting, sexual tension, swearing smut, daddy kink, dirty talk? idk it’s horny, that’s basically it

Note: hi, all! this is by far the most filthy smut i’ve every written.. I’ve shocked myself. oh and Berlin won’t die in this one, you’re welcome. hope you like it! x

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Being the youngest in the group was definitely interesting, but they all saw you as a very capable young woman, which you were very thankful for. You were two years younger than Rio, making you just a little over 21 years old. You were basically an open book and didn’t care if everyone knew everything about you, but you had one secret. And that secret wasn’t a what, it was a who. And that who was part of your group. Even better, he was the man in charge, Berlin.

You always had a thing for older men - you attracted them too. You looked and acted a lot older than you actually were so when the group found out you were younger than Rio, they were quite surprised. With a man like Berlin, you couldn’t help yourself. With his deep voice, intimidating smirk and smooth flirting you fell for him. Hard.

‘Where do you think you’re going, princess?’

‘Taking a walk. Why?’

He moved closer to you, placing a hand on your chin. He knew what effect he had on you and you hated that. You melted at his touch and were basically willing to do everything he asked you to. He stepped closer to you, making you step back and eventually back against the wall.

‘I missed you today, darling girl,’ he whispered, hot breath on your lips. Your eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips. He had you under his complete control. You shuddered and a smirk made its way on his lips.

‘Did I ever tell you how much I love the way your body responds to me? Such a good girl for me,’ he whispered.

‘S-stop teasing,’ you groaned. His smirk got even bigger.

‘And what fun would that be princess?’

A noise came from the hallway and you broke apart. The thumping in your chest continued as he gave you a wink and then disappeared. Exhaling loudly, you placed a hand on your chest.

‘You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost..’ Rio asked. You cleared your throat, giving him a smile.

‘Yeah, fine. Just a little hot is all.’

‘Someone know where Berlin is? That bastard took my food... again,’ you groaned. Most of them shook their heads, but Moskú pointed to ‘his office’. Thanking him, you got up and knocked on the door. Usually, you waited until someone replied on the other side of the wooden door, but you were out of patience. It was the third time already that he’d taken your food and you were hangry.

‘Again? Really? Can’t you get your own damn food?’ you exclaimed, putting your hands on your hips. ‘Hello?’

You glanced around the room, but he was no where to be seen. You even checked the en suite bathroom. The door slammed shut and you jumped, quickly turning around. The man you’d been looking for held his hand firmly against the door, making it impossible for you to leave.

‘Bastard, huh? You think it’s okay to call me that?’ he spoke lowly. You swallowed thickly. My god was this man a sex magnet. ‘You know what happens when you call me that, princess?’

‘N-no.’

‘You get punished, sweetheart,’ he all too calmly said. Your heart beat so loudly you were sure he could hear it. The sound of hot and hard breathing filled the room and the walls started closing in on you. The door lock clicked and Berlin turned his attention on you again.

‘Now, what do we do when we say a bad word?’ he demanded, stepping towards you. His gaze kept you in some sort of trance. The way he slowly approached you without saying a word was somewhat enchanting. His body towered over yours and he placed a hand on the wall, next to your head. ‘Hm? I can’t hear you, princess?’

‘S-sorry?’ you whimpered. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. Subconciously, you bit your lip and his eyes darkened. His lips parted. Now you had him under your control. Moving your head towards his, you whispered seductively in his ear, ‘..daddy.’

That was all it took for him to finally stop teasing. Moaning lowly, he moved his hand from your waist to your throat and squeezed lightly. It was something you loved about him. No matter how angry, horny or frustrated he was, he always made sure not to hurt you. He was such a caring man deep down, he just had different ways of showing it.

You gasped and tilted your head backwards, placing a hand on his. He leaned in and kissed you painfully slowly. His lips were soft and full, and tasted like expensive whiskey. You moaned lowly, making him smirk into the kiss. You tried pulling him closer, moving your knee over his crotch but he pulled back, biting your lip softly. His eyes trailed all over your body, until they met yours. You looked absolutely beautiful.

‘You’re stunning, my darling. You take me by suprise every time I see you,’ he whispered. He curled a little piece of hair around his finger and tucked it behind your ear. Your face heated up and you tried to hide yourself by looking down, but he placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head.

‘Don’t be shy. I mean it. You’re perfect. Every inch of your body. Please be mine?’ The hand he had around your throat moved to your cheek and you leaned into his touch. You copied his actions and stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. It was sweet, like the first kiss you had shared a while ago.

‘Then make me yours, handsome. Please,’ you whispered against his lips. He fully wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up around his waist. The kiss turned more passionate as he unlocked the door of the bathroom. He placed you on the couch that was seated in the corner of the office and his hands roamed freely over your body. You moaned softly which made Berling growl.

‘The power you hold over me is excruciating, woman,’ he mumbled. He unzipped your suit, exposing your bra. For the occasion you had worn your red lacy underwear. You felt him twitch between your legs and he moved his lips from yours down your neck, to your breasts. Massaging them gently, you buckled up and bit your lip. He pulled down the cups of your bra and sucked the skin just above your breasts while he circled his thumbs over your nipples.

‘Fuck..’ you whispered, ‘feels so good.’ Your hands pulled his hair and you could feel him smile against your skin. His cold hands against your sweaty skin were almost electrifying. You felt a knot in your stomach and you moaned. ‘Gonna come, daddy.’

He stopped his movements, making you slap his arm. ‘What the fuck?’

‘Wanna see your beautiful face when I make you cum,’ he said, hoisting you on his lap, pulling your suit down in the process and leaving you with exposed breasts and your lacy underwear. His eyes trailed over your body and finally met your gaze. ‘So fucking beautiful.’

He rested his hands on your waist and you placed yours on his chest. You slowly unzipped his suit, just like he did with yours. He cleared his throat, ‘A little faster, princess.’

‘Nuh-uh, what fun would that be?’ you said, quoting his words from earlier. He groaned and leaned back against the couch. He looked so hot. He had his eyes closed, small smirk laying on his lips. He was surrendering to your touch and you loved every second of it. You leaned in and kissed his lips, working your way to his jaw, under his earlobe and down his neck to his chest. Hands were caressing your waist while you stripped him from his suit. You dragged your nails down his chest, to the waistband of his boxers. He was as hard as a rock and clenched your legs together.

‘Do you keep your gun down here or are you just excited to see me?’ you seductively asked. He raised his head from the couch and saw you biting your lip while holding one of your breasts in your hand, toying with your nipple. He moaned at the sight of you and his cock twitched under you, making you moan a little.

‘If you keep teasing me like that I won’t last a lot longer,’ he groaned, digging his fingers in your hips. ‘Daddy needs to feel you.’

You pulled his waistband down, his member slapping against his stomach. You’d never actually had sex with him before, so to say you were drooling over his length was an understatement. ‘Impressed, darling?’ he winked. You didn’t answer, you just took him in your hand and gave it a few pumps. You spat on his cock, making sure to drool a little on your chest. He sharply inhaled, taking you all in.

‘Such a messy girl. You’re really a slut for Daddy, aren’t you?’ he spoke lowly. You nodded, lips slightly opened and moans slipping through. When you felt him twitch again, you stroked your thumb over his tip and slid aside your panties. You moved the tip over your soaked pussy and lowered yourself on to him.

‘So fucking wet,’ he hissed.

Feeling him so deep inside you made you let out an outstretched moan, burying your face in his neck.

‘Fuck,’ you whispered, ‘so fucking full.’

‘Are you okay, princess?’ he whispered back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You nodded in his neck, sucking a little on his earlobe.

‘Fuck me, daddy.’

You didn’t have to tell the man twice. His hands lowered to your ass and thighs, lifting you up and down. The feeling of him pumping in and out of you was something you’d wanted since the day you saw him. And fucking hell was it worth all of the teasing. You were a moaning mess and pushed yourself away from his neck, laying your hands on his chest as you rode his cock. The way your tits moved up and down made Berlin slam himself into you. You gasped as his cock touched your g-spot. You leaned in and kissed him passionately as one of your hands moved down to your pussy. You rubbed your clit quickly as you felt yourself getting close.

‘I-I’m gonna,’ you choked, ‘gonna cum.’

He gripped your thighs even harder as he felt himself getting closer too. Seeing you as this moaning mess, tits swinging around while rubbing your clit was something he’d never even seen in a porno.

‘Such a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? Huh? Riding Daddy’s cock like the little slut you are. Rubbing your tight little cunt while your tits swing in Daddy’s face. Does that make your pussy wet?’ he whispered huskily in your ear. It was the last little push you needed to send you right over the edge. Your mouth formed a big o as you felt the orgasm rush through your body. Your whole body shook as your pussy clenched and you felt him unload his cock inside you. You were breathing heavily, your head resting on his chest. He let you ride out your orgasm as he slowly swirled your hips around his cock.

‘That was amazing,’ he croaked, ‘best sex I’ve ever had.’

You giggled and he turned his head, your infactious laugh making him smile. He moved you a little, his cock still buried inside you. You clenched your eyes shut, a little sore from the intense orgasm you just had.

‘Definitely,’ you smiled. You kissed him deeply. It wasn’t a sexual kiss, but one filled with love and adoration.

‘I think I need a nap now,’ you whispered. He nodded and lifted you off his lap, making you whine a little of the now empty feeling inside you. He laid you down on the couch, pulling his underwear over his hips and getting you a blanket. You saw him move around, grabbing everything he could find so you’d be comfortable. The gesture made you smile.

‘Berlin?’ you asked. He stopped his movements and turned around. He saw your outstretched hand and sat down next to you.

‘Yes, princess?’

‘When we get out of here, will you come with me?’ He raised his eyebrows.

‘Is this you asking me out on a date?’ he smirked. You blushed furiously, hiding your face in the blanket. You heard him chuckle and pull the blanket away from your face.

‘I’d love to. I don’t care where I’ll go, as long as I’m with you.’

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 3 years

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𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 | 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

Summary: your in your italian cottage you rented with Harry. You come here every year during the summer time to escape the paparazzi filled life and just enjoy the time with your little family.

Pairing: dadarry, harry styles x reader

Genre: NSFW, fluff

Warning: oral. A little dirty talk.

A/n: two kids under 5. Oldest is 4(Amelia) youngest is 2 years old (isabella). I'm only going to write a smut Because I'm nice. You won't get another for a while, sorry!

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The birds chirped outside of the window of the cottage as you opened your eyes. It was around 6am and you got to Italy last night.

You were in Italy on vacation for a month, something you and harry have been doing since you started dating. It was a tradition now and you love that you can bring your kiddos here.

"good mornin'." A raspy voice said. you tilted your head looking at harry. His hair was all over the place against his pillow from the amazing sleep he just got. You smiled sleepily. "Good morning harry."

Harry leaned and gave you a quick kiss before pulling back. "Ah were in Italy." He turned his head to the ceiling. "Feels so nice." He turned back to you, he was grinning.

"it is nice to be back here." You sat up and rested your head against your hand. "I missed it, but we're back." You smiled looking over at harry who was still laying down.

"You know we haven't had our fun time since coming here." Harry sat up and gave you a seductive look. "While they're sleeping you wanna do it." Harry leaned in and kissed your lips. His hand came to your button up pajama shirt and fiddled with the buttons.

The kiss became heated as your tongue moved with each other's. Harry was on top of you within a seconds of kissing. You moaned as he reached under your shirt and messaged your breast. He ran his finger over your nipple causing you to shutter.

He pulled away from your lips to take off your shirt. He button the buttons, you sat up a little so he can pull it off. He tossed it to the floor, he turned back to you leaning down to take your left nipple in his mouth.

You moaned as you felt his tongue swirl around it. You ran your hands through his locks, lightly pulling onto it. He pulled away and turned to the right one.

Harry was loving your hands pulling on his hair. He could never get enough of that.

Harry pulled away, he looked over your body enjoying the way the sunlight splashed across your body making your skin glow.

"you're so fucking hot." He groaned out. Harry pushed the blankets over his head as he scooted down the bed. He was being cautious just in case one of your Girls decided to wake up.

He pulled your pajama pants off in one swift movement before taking your panties as well.

They were thrown on the floor with your shirt; harry wasted no time placing kisses hard enough to leave hickeys there. You looked down at him as he did, you ached for his touch.

"harry, please."

Harry pulled away. "Please what darlin?" He teased before continuing his kissing. "Please eat my pussy." You were shy as you said that. Even after years together harry still made you flustered.

Harry chuckled dryly. "With pleasure darlin'." Without a second thought he took his tongue a ran it through your fold. you Tried to choke back your moan as he did. Your eyes were tightly shut as he began to flick his tongue over your clit. "So wet for me." Harry mumbled against you. He wasted no time before flicking his tongue over your pussy again.

Harry ate you out like you were the last meal on earth. He made you shake and pant as he did. It didn't take long before you felt your orgasm draw close. Harry noticed with the way your breathing speed up.

"you're going to cum baby?" Is my tongue making you feel good?" Harry kissed the inside of your thigh before turning back to your wetness.

"yes, yes I'm going to cum."

"well than do it."

It took a few more licks before you were cumming. You put your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. Harry continued his flicking of the tongue until he knew you were down from your high.

He pulled away from you, your juice covering the area around his mouth. "Always taste good."

Harry crawled up and kissed you with tongue. You moaned before he pulled away. "Let's take a shower now and then make breakfast."

Harry agreed getting off of you. "No funny business." Harry said as he entered the connected bathroom. You laughed at him. "you're the one who always does the funny things not me."

Harry huffed. "That's not true." You rolled your eyes at him before getting out of the bed and running to the bathroom.

Around 8am you were dressed in a pink sun dress. Harry was dressed in one of his button up and some crazy expensive jeans.

While harry got the girls up you started on breakfast. You stood in front of the stove flipping pancakes while dancing to music in to music in your head.

"mommy!" A little voice called out to you. You turned around And smiled as you saw Amelia running towards you with a smile. "Good morning princess."

You kneeled down and gave her a hug. As you hugged Amelia, harry walked in carrying a sleepy isabella.

When Amelia was done hugging you, she went and took a seat at the table waiting for her breakfast. you turned to isabella in Harry's arms. "Hi Bella. Good morning." You gave her a kiss on the cheek. She smiled before she laid her head on Harry's shoulder.

"mommy, when is breakfast going to be ready?" Amelia said with slight anger in her tone. Harry spoke up for you. "You hangry Amelia?" He walked over to the dining table and sat isabella in her high chair as he asked her. Amelia nodded hard. "Yeah, so hangry"

Harry laughed. "Well look, breakfast is done." Harry pointed to the plates you were carrying. Amelia gasped and squealed slightly. "Tank you mommy."

"you're welcome." You Chuckled. Amelia wasted no second, digging into her breakfast.

You all ate breakfast with each other. Amelia and isabella got food all over them so you and harry gave them a bath.

Right After the bath, you got them dressed. You put them in Matching rompers harry got for them. When they were dressed all of you went outside to enjoy the italian sunshine.

Isabella and Amelia ran after each other giggling, trying to tag one another. You sat in a lawn chair with a book In your hand. Harry sat beside you, out the Corner of your eyes you can see him looking at you out the corner of your eyes. He was smiling making you smile as well. You turned your head and looked at him.

"why are you so smiley?" You asked him. Harry sat up and smoothed his shirt out. "Well... Ya'look so beautiful today in your beautiful sun dress and that view behind you."

You turned your head and looked at the hills before turning back to harry. "Thank you. You look amazing too."

Harry softly smirked. Isabella came over to you, interrupting you and harry. "Mamma can we get lemons and make lemonwade?"

You looked down at your youngest. "Well, I think that's a good idea, right daddy?" You turned to harry.

"definitely a good idea." Isabella jumped up and down on her tippy toes as you both agreed to pick lemons. "I'm going to go get a basket so we can put them in, don't pick them without me." Harry ran inside leaving you with the girls. "Mommy, I love this place."

Isabella said doing a twirl. You dryly laughed. "I love this place too. You know we're going to come here every summer for vacation."

"even if daddy is working away?" Amelia asked climbing into the Chair. As you opened your mouth to answer "you don't know, harry answered for you.

"I would never miss our summer vacations t'italy, not for the world. I love this place and love spendin' time with my favorite girls, nothing is going to change that. So don't worry about me being away ok?"

"ok daddy. I won't worry." Harry showed off his dimples by smiling at her. "Ok. Now should we pick those lemons?" He waved the basket around making sure you all knew you had it.

"yeah, come on."

Amelia took isabella's hand before skipping to the lemon trees at end of your property. You smiled as you watched them try and jump to get the lemons.

"you know I think I would like another girl." You turned to him fast.. "what?" "I said I'll like another girl."

You inhaled. "Well um I'll think about it, but there's no guarantee." You walked away from him, a smile on your face. Harry couldn't prevent the small from growing on his face. He knew there was a guarantee it could happen, I mean both girls were made there.

Nothing better than a shitty ending. I lost my good writing ability. Hope you enjoyed tho 😂

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angryschnauzer · 3 years

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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

Summary: There’s a little town high in the mountains where everyone has a secret, and every family has something that makes them unique. In Blackwater Lake those that are outcast by nature come together.

Characters: Werewolf!Captain Syverson, Werewolf!Female Reader, Vampire!Walter Marshall.

Warnings (for this chapter, all small mentions but warning just in case): Breastfeeding, Accidental Cutting Injury/Blood loss, blood transfusions. This chapter contains no sex scenes or scenes of a sexual nature.

A continuation of previous Werewolf!Sy stories Moonlight on the Sand and Castle Under The Stars. This will be a series of stand alone stories/2 parters, which will revolve around the residents of the town, with some recurring characters.

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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

The late spring day brought pleasant scents and mouth watering flavours, Blackwater Lake’s town May day parade in full flow as you held two month old Luna in her carrier to your chest, turning to smile at your husband Sy as he balanced Mikey on his shoulders so your son could watch the floats whilst they slowly cruised past. You knew he would be most excited about the Fire Department bringing their trucks past. At the first whoop of the siren Mikey squealed with joy, the ice cream cone in his hand tipping slightly and setting a blob of blue bubblegum flavour gelato into Sy’s cheek;

“Hey, no wriggles! Its raining ice cream down here”

Pausing the consumption of your own cone you handed it to Sy as you reached into your bag and found a baby wipe, moving to wipe his cheek before stretching to wipe your son’s face. Finding a trash can to toss the wipe into, you smiled as you watched your two boys as they waved to the Fire Trucks, the crew making sure to honk their horns when they saw Sy.

Everyone in town loved Sy. You’d moved there together when you’d found out you were pregnant with Mikey, your army days behind you and wanting to seek somewhere quiet where you could live in the woods to allow for full moon runs whilst being close enough to civilisation to raise a family. The aging receptionist at the realtor had pulled you aside the second you’d arrived in their office when you’d visited the town, recognising one of her own as her nostrils had flared and she’d explained that there were ‘all sorts’ in the town. That was your first meeting with Edith, and you’d gone on to move in just up the mountain from her. Once Sy had finished in the Army and baby number two was on the way, he’d started working alongside retired detective Walter at his construction company where they specialised in commercial buildings. They were always on call for when businesses had emergencies, so had come to the aid of half the town after storms and accidents.

As the parade dragged on Luna woke, grumbling for a change and a feed. The two boys were transfixed with the parade and you’d lost your ice cream cone to Sy who was now mindlessly munching away on it. Tugging on his sleeve you caught his attention;

“Luna’s woken up, i’m gonna take her into Sue’s Coffee Shop to change her and give her a feed”

“Sure thing Darlin, we’ll come find you in a bit”

The coffee shop was quiet, its doors opened onto the sidewalk and as the radio played soft rock music, just one or two tables taken outside but the inside empty. Sue - the owner - smiled at you as you walked in;

“Hey Sue!”

“Hey there! What can I get'cha?”

“Can i get a decaf iced latte? I just need to change Luna if that’s ok?”

“Of course, no need to ask, the restroom is empty”

A couple of minutes later your little girl had a clean butt but was still grizzling, now hungry for your milk. Sue had set your drink onto a table in the corner, a soft window seat she knew you liked to sit at to feed. Settling in you pulled your cami top down and unhooked the strap of your nursing bra, helping Luna to latch on as she cried before a blissful quiet descended over you as she happily suckled on your breast. In the quiet of the coffee shop you reached for your drink and sipped on it, smiling down at your beautiful daughter as she gazed up at you;

“Hey there my little Luna, better now? Is that the good stuff? Yeah? Well that’s what your Daddy says it is…” you said with a whisper and a smirk.

“Hey”

The sudden greeting made you jump, looking up to see Walter standing near your table;

“Oh, Hi Walter”

“Sorry…” he glanced away, averting his eyes from where you were feeding; “I just asked if you wanted anything?”

“Oh no, i’m fine, i’ve got a coffee… but you’re welcome to join me if you like? Sy and Mikey will be along once the Parade’s over”

Nodding once the quiet man went to order before returning with what looked like a quad espresso but faltering when it came to taking a seat;

“Where did you want me to sit?”

“Oh anywhere you like” you shifted Luna as she had finished on one breast, hooking that side up before shifting and moving her to the other breast. You’d mastered the art of switching breasts without revealing anything, the baby's head blocking any view of a nipple, and you were a vehement supporter of breast feeding - in fact any feeding - and had been known to get into loud shouting matches with anyone that told you to cover up something that was completely natural.

“I mean, i don’t want Sy to think i’m here oggling his wife’s tits”

Laughing, you kicked out a soft chair with your foot;

“This is fairly low, take this one and here…” you moved the upright menu on the table in front of Luna’s head, knowing that she would now be shielded from view and with your breast, and saving Walter’s embarrassment.

Just as Walter sat down Sue brough over his sandwich, the scent of it hitting your nostrils and making your stomach audibly growl;

“Oh wow, what is that?”

“A steak wrap with chimichurri sauce” he lifted one half and offered it to you, but you shook your head.

“Thanks, but that’s just a little too rare for me… looks like a good veterinarian could bring it back to life”

Walter laughed as you called out to Sue, ordering one of the same.

“You want yours still mooing too?”

“Medium, please” you laughed as she nodded and walked away.

As she cooked your meal you turned back to Walter. You’d had a few conversations with him over the 11 months he and Sy had worked together, but knew very little about him apart from his reputation of being quiet and surly, generally sleep deprived and a little pale most of the time. He’d been medically retired from the Police Department after an accident where he’d lost a lot of blood and had never fully recovered.

As Luna happily fed and Walter devoured his sandwich you sipped on your drink, watching with curiosity as the man ate in silence, savouring each bloody bite. When he finally crumpled the napkin onto the plate and sat back he caught you watching him;

“What? Do i have something on my face?”

“No” you laughed softly; “Just watching how quickly you devoured that sandwich. Rachel not feeding you at home?”

Walter’s face dropped;

“She left”

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry Walter, i wouldn’t have said anything if i’d known”

“S’ok. She got fed up with the way i lived my life, but i can’t change who i am”

“True”

Just then Sy and Mikey came running into the coffee shop;

“Hi Darlin! Hi Sue! Hi Walt… be right back, Jnr has a bathroom emergency!”

The two Syverson boys disappeared into the restroom, and you could clearly hear Sy’s voice;

“Point! POINT IT AT THE TOILET! That’s it, stand on your tippy toes… there we go! Got here in time!”

You suppressed a laugh, Walter raising his eyebrows;

“Potty training?”

“Uh-huh… it's been a challenging few weeks to say the least, but Mikey wanted to give it a go”

The sound of the dryer could be heard as Sy and Mikey reappeared, Sy giving you double thumbs up from behind his son who ran to you;

“A perfect aim Darlin, no leaks. Think this deserves a cookie!”

As Mikey squealed with joy you groaned;

“Sy… not more sugar! He’ll be up all night. Mikey, honey, how about some fries?”

“And Eggies?” Mikey asked

“Sure thing honey, get Daddy to ask Sue”

As the afternoon wore on and the boys chatted, you listened as Sy and Walter discussed work stuff, Luna sleeping peacefully in your arms as you ate with Mikey. Finally glancing at your watch you motioned to Sy the time;

“Hun, i’ve gotta go collect our meat order from Walkers Meats”

“Oh yeah, sure. Here…” He opened his wallet and peeled off a bunch of $20’s as he turned to Walter; “She makes the best Steak Tartare… it's unbelievable”

“You make that?” Walter asked

Angling Luna into her carrier sling you adjusted the straps and nodded;

“Sure do! Hey, did you want to join us for dinner?”

“Yeah, join us!” Sy parroted; “And before you say anything, you wouldn’t be intruding”

With a weak smile Walter nodded;

“Sure, that’ll be nice. I gotta go to the lumber yard before though… pick out the stuff for next week's job”

You noticed that Mikey had finished his meal and was looking sleepy, holding your hand out to him he slid off the chair and stood next to you;

“How about I take the kids home, Sy you catch a ride with Walter?”

With everyone happy with the arrangements you made your way along main street to where Sy had parked his enormous truck, helping Mikey into his seat before unlatching Luna and settling her into her carrier. They were both fast asleep by the time you got to the drivers seat.

You managed to park directly outside the door to Walkers Meats, and Freya the weekend girl helpfully brought everything out to you when you called inside that the kids were asleep in the car and you didn’t want to leave them.

Dinner had been fun. The two kids were peacefully sleeping as the three adults chatted after the meal, before you finally stood to load the dishwasher and start hand washing the items that couldn’t go in there. Just as you were about to start you heard a cry from the kids, Sy standing;

“It’s Mikey, i’ll go”

As you started to handwash the various knives and delicate glasses, Walter stood at your side to dry items, the two of you talking casually before you let out a cry and pulled your hand from the soapy bowl of water. The dark crimson of your blood flowed from your finger, the knife you’d forgotten you’d put in the sink the cause;

“Fuck… hand me a towel…” you asked Walter, but were surprised when he sucked in a sharp intake of breath and turned, hunching over. Clutching your hand to your chest, you were surprised by his reaction, before he suddenly turned and you let out a shriek.

Sy appeared at the doorway in a panic before rushing to you, wrapping a napkin around your hand before he finally turned to look at Walter;

“What the fuck…”

Walter was pale, paler than usual, but that wasn’t what shocked the pair of you. No, it was the fact his eyes were pure white except for dark pools for his pupils, and as he opened his mouth to speak you saw his fangs;

“It’s… it’s the blood…” he gasped out; “It drives me…”

Sy wrapped his arm around your shoulders, but looked at his friend as he slumped onto the floor, shaking and sobbing;

“Think we need a chat Walt”

The three of you sat around the kitchen table, a hefty glass of scotch in front of each of you as Walter spoke;

“So umm yeah… this is why i left the Department. Went into a supposedly abandoned building, but it wasn’t empty. Two what we thought were junkies in there, looked like they were frail and would snap in a keen wind, but they had this strength and speed… They overpowered me, latched onto my neck. Drained my blood, and when the last drop was about to pass their lips one of my officers finally found me and shot them. They bled into me. The EMT’s took me to New Mercy and gave me a massive blood transfusion, and treated me for severe anemia… well guess what, the fangs and fucked up eyes were a surprise a few weeks after i was discharged”

You sat wide eyed and mouth agape, not touching your drink;

“I have so many questions...”

“Okay”

“Garlic. Crosses. Being invited in. Sunlight…”

Walter chuckled;

“Most a load of complete bollocks. Garlic? Well you put some in your steak tartare didn’t you? In fact it helps with the anemia. Crosses? No issue. Being invited in, again that’s just rubbish. Sunlight however… why do you think i’m so pale, huh? Have to wear factor 50 all the damn time otherwise i end up looking like a Maine Lobster at a cookout”

Both you and Sy were transfixed, Walter chatting away but his eyes hadn’t returned to normal and his fangs occasionally caught on his lip as he spoke.

“What ‘bout blood then?” Sy asked

Walter cleared his throat;

“Well, i’ve been making do with cows blood since Rachel left”

“You used to suck her blood?” you asked in a high pitched voice

Again Walter cleared his throat, this time just the faintest hint of a blush crept over his cheeks above his beard;

“Err yeah, about once a month… but she had enough in the end and left”

“I got another question” Sy interjected; “Why are your fangs still out?”

Although he answered Sy, Walter looked directly at you;

“Because she’s bleeding”

You looked down at your hand, puzzled as the wound had now sealed, before it hit you;

“Oh… I should go and sort that out”

Sy caught up quickly, glancing at the back of your dress;

“You’re fine Darlin, Walt caught it in time”

When you returned to the kitchen the two men had knocked back their drinks, Sy pouring another hefty glass for the pair of them. Pouring your drink into Sy’s you smiled at him;

“Luna won’t appreciate it”

Making yourself a herb tea you sat down next to Sy, leaning on his shoulder as you sipped your tea. Walter cleared this throat;

“You two have taken this a lot better than i envisioned anyone would… better than Rachel did…”

You looked up at Sy and smiled, his own grin crossing over his face before he nodded and you both turned to Walter as Sy spoke;

“Oh… we have a bit of understanding of this kinda thing”

With the full moon starting tomorrow night you knew that you could both force your eyes to turn orange, the bright ring of fire in your irises flaming like a pyre, shocking Walter so much he slipped back on his chair and fell to the floor. Greeted by both of you giggling, he pulled himself back up using the table as he righted his chair, knocking back the rest of his glass;

“What… the… FUCK?”

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viouez · 3 years

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First Snow | 1

synopsis. introductions are never fun, especially when between the eight of them, one of them is ignorant about the things behind the curtain.

pairing. bts x reader genre. angst au. hybrid!au contents. its only about 6651 words note. i again, like most of these, wrote this a bit ago, rewrote it, fixed small parts, you know? jjk main character type ego

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A slight sigh fell from the female's lips, head tilting to the side as she listened to her coworkers job explanation. She had already been given the rundown by the boss when she was given the job. Though, she wasn’t going to stop him from talking about his passion, a second listen never hurt anybody.

She smiled widely when she caught her friend turning the corner, clipboard in hand to show her to the work area. He raised a hand in a wave and sent the other worker off, saying something about the boss needing him down in the labs. She wouldn’t question it. He turned towards her once again and gave a warm smile.

“So, the boss has given you room twenty-nine, I think you’ll want a room explanation before you meet any of the hybrids occupying such a room.” Chanyeol admitted awkwardly, pointing back towards the rooms.

“That’s the newcomers room, Chan, I don’t think I’m educated enough to deal with them yet. I haven’t even finished my schooling.” she almost gasped out, hands gripping onto the boys arm

He only gave her a sympathetic smile, patting the top of head. It was very uncommon for the boss to put someone just hired into the newcomers room. They were some of the most hostile or violent hybrids that were into the facility. He just hoped the boss knew what he was doing by sending her in.

“Thankfully, your job with the newcomers is simple. You’ll be the one who does checks up. Meaning, you’ll be the one giving medications, ordering their food and delivering from the cafeteria, at least three times a day, since you’ll be working until about six.” He paused, reading over the paperwork one more time

“I’m just the caregiver, then?” hopeful, she stood on her tippy toes to try and read the papers as well.

“If they need absolutely anything, you’ll be the only person they can go to. Its also your job to decide if adopters would be a good fit for them. You get to give the final decision.” finishing his reading, he motioned towards the door, “Let’s get you to the hybrids, shall we?”

She nodded, excited to start her first day, before taking the clipboard from the man. Her eyes raked over the words and tried her best to take in the information as quickly as possible to seem professional. She had this, she just had to start her first day with confidence and authority. This would be easy for her.

Pushing through the door, she stepped into room twenty-nine. This is where she started her first day. She needed to make a good first impression.

Without realizing, she stood froze in the door way as her eyes danced around the room. Seven males sat in a circle in the middle of the plain white room. Most of their heads were hanging down and their hands were placed, folded in their laps. This looked more like an AA meeting than a comfortable meeting space for them.

She parted her lips to question the hybrids on what was happening before a male pushed through a side door holding a tray of medications. Having not noticed the female, the worker stopped in front of a hybrid who curled in on himself. The almost threatening glare of the worker scared the girl as he forced the hybrids lips apart, dumping the array of medications into his mouth.

“Hey.. hey, what are you doing?” her voice came out, a stuttering mess, goodbye to that good first impression, “Stop that, what do you think you’re doing? Don’t grab them like that.”

This gained the workers attention, hand ripping itself away from the hybrid at the new appearance, “I’m just giving them their medications, what do you think I’m doing? Are you an adopter or something?”

“I’m the new worker for this station. You can go, I’ll finish up here, thank you.”

The worker only rolled his eyes and moved to place their medications back onto the tray before leaving through the door they came in from. She was truly shocked at how harshly the worker was treating the hybrids. That was completely unneeded. She was sure the hybrids would take their meds without violence.

She sighed in relief that the worker was gone before once again sinking into her thoughts. She had just done that little show in front of seven hybrids, the ones she was supposed to be caring for. Her stuttering and lack of confidence probably did not give the best look.

Trying her best to build up just a tad bit more confidence, she stepped into the circle of hybrids and hurried to the medications tray. She could do this, she knew she could, but now she was anxious that she gave a bad first impression.

“You got this, don’t even worry about it. So what you got scared? Anyone would be after seeing that.. Right?” she whispered to herself as she glanced over the paperwork one more time, “Don’t chicken out now.”

From what she could tell, the medications they were being given weren’t really hybrid medications. Seemed more like meds you would be giving your actual cat or dog, not a hybrid. What hybrid needs flea medications? Could hybrids even get fleas?

A lot of the ones she was seeing did differ depending on the hybrid taking them. A wolf hybrid within the group would be taking medications to calm down the alpha effects within their body, seeing as they are being shoved into a group of unknown hybrids. A few were being given anti-anxiety medications. One was being given heat suppressors, which was confusing, wouldn’t they all be receiving them if in a center?

Finally turning towards the hybrids, she swallowed harshly and tried to put a hybrid on the faces. She could tell who the wolf was in the pack, the intimidating aura gave that away very quickly. Some of them were harder to tell from the others, granted, she could just look at the list, but she wouldn’t be able to have them introduce themselves. First impressions.

Stepping towards the one who she saw being manhandled, she glanced over the hybrids features, sighing when the red marks from the worker came into view. She bent down a bit to give them the look over, finger trailing over the red marks the workers hand had made. She grimaced at the light whine the figure made at her touching, hand pulling back without a second thought.

“Would you like a drink? I’m sure you’re not feeling too well with what had happened. Taking pills with no drink sounds quite painful.” Y/N smiled lightly, waiting for a reply, hoping that the hybrid wouldn’t be too scared of her.

Once the hybrid nodded, she returned the gesture and quickly walked over to the door the worker stepped into. When she glanced into the room, she furrowed her eyebrows. With a slight groan, she stepped back into the room and pursed her lips. She did have drinks for herself.

It wouldn’t be too bad if she skipped out on them today. She’ll make sure to order some for them tomorrow morning. She wonders if they’d be able to give her suggestions for what kind of drinks they would like. Hopefully after this introduction, they’d trust her a little bit more.

“Seeing as I don’t plan on asking the person from before, I’ll be right back, I need to grab everyone something to drink, okay? Don’t go too far.” She tried to joke around before she exited the room.

It only took about ten minutes before the female was stepping back into the room, with Chanyeol. All the hybrids bodies stiffened at the sight of the man. She was smiling at him before showing him where to sit down the items she had brought.

“Thank you so much, Chan, I promise I’ll ask about getting drinks from the cafeteria next time but the worker that was here seemed a bit too hostile towards everyone.” She mumbled, though the hybrids could hear everything she was saying.

“I’ll have to talk to them about that. I can’t believe they would handle the hybrids like that. Disgusting behavior. But, next time you need anything, write it down and send it over in a text until we can get you a work phone, okay?” Chanyeol added on as they walked back towards the door.

She nodded quickly and moved to push him out of the room, “Go, go! You’ll be late.”

Happy with everything, she walked back into the hybrid circle. Thankfully, Chanyeol was there to help her with the drinks. She had gone grocery shopping and decided that because it was chilly out, her drinks would be alright in the boot of her car. She was correct and glad she left them.

She quickly grabbed one of the milks and stepped back towards the skittish hybrid from before. The second she held the drink out, the hybrid hesitantly took the drink.

“I apologize for taking so long, I had to go out to my car and then Chanyeol stopped me. I hope your throat feels much better. Oh! I also grabbed some cream from my car for your face.” she muttered out, hands shoving into her pocket.

Pulling out the cream, she put a small dot on her finger before glancing up at the hybrid. Once again, hesitant, the hybrid gave a slight nod and turned his head to the side. Gently, the girl applied the cream to the marks left on his face.

“I read on your paperwork that you’re a Samoyed? I mean, your ears kind of give it away too.” She smiled as she pulled her hand back, “I used to have a close friend who was a Samoyed, she always had such bright white ears. It didn’t help that she kept dyeing her hair black and left her ears out.”

This caught the hybrids attention, “You’ve met a Samoyed before? I’ve never seen another one-”

“My older brother used to have a close friend who was Samoyed. She was always so active, I could never keep up with her. Always had such amazing stamina, my little chubby legs could never.”

She could only smile at the memories, she missed the hybrid. Her brother wasn’t too happy when it came to the topic, but he would talk about it if needed. She was taken away by a center because she wasn’t actually adopted. She was a stray he had found and decided to keep. When they found out, they took her away.

“Her name was Mina. She was a lovely person!” happy to be speaking about her, she watched the hybrid sip on his milk, “What’s your name?”

“Oh.. I’m Jimin. They didn’t tell you beforehand?” The hybrid asked, quietly, almost unsure of himself.

“It’s on the paperwork, but I would like to meet you guys how anyone would normally meet someone new, you know? I don’t care what they write on paper.”

The hybrid nodded at her words, going back to his drink. She took this as a sign to move along and meet the other hybrids, not sure how long it had been since she started talking to Jimin. He was a very quiet dog hybrid, she wondered if the other canines were the same.

She turned to grab another milk, glancing over the paperwork to know which pills were for the next hybrid. She knew he was a wolf hybrid, but they did not have the pills ordered correctly. If she knew they were this disorganized, she would’ve grabbed their medication herself.

“It’s the one with the large red pill.” a voice pulled her from her concentration.

Trusting the hybrid, she grabbed the cap of pills and stepped towards the wolf hybrid. She was not the best when it came to meeting new people, she had a good reason to speak with Jimin normally. He needed cream for his marks, but, the wolf hybrid was intimidating.

“Thank you for helping me. The worker seems to really not like his job. He’s made it very confusing for everyone but himself.” she spoke softly, knowing wolf hybrids spoke more confidently when the others were more submissive sounding.

Granted, it may have been a stereotype that she learned from schooling. She wasn’t too sure but she wasn’t going to test that logic either. Wolves seemed to be the most difficult hybrids to deal with when it came to tempers and aggression.

The wolf showed no aggression towards her, she felt like she was safe.

“The names Namjoon,” the wolf started, taking the items from her, “Yeah, he’s not the best worker here, you saw how he treated Jimin.”

“I’m still really sorry about that. I was in shock or I would’ve spoken up sooner. I did not think that the workers were so.. harsh.” she rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

“Don’t worry about it, a lot of us are used to it. Jimin just seems to be his main target most of the time. None of us understand why. Maybe because he’s the smallest, but eh, not much we can do about it.”

“I promise to try my best and not let that happen again. I’m your new caregiver anyways, he should stay gone. Or I’ll speak to Chanyeol again. He’s my friend, so, he should do something, right?”

She was speaking more to herself at this point, the wolf could tell. Though, he was confused about how she assumed Chanyeol was any better than the worker from before. He’s beaten the hybrids in the room. He’s done a lot worse and yet, she had no idea.

“It’s nice to meet you, Namjoon. I’m happy to be your new caregiver. I promise to do my best.” she spoke out a minute later, smiling at the wolf.

The hybrids in the room weren’t in a pack together, but he still appreciated her assuming they were. That means he would be making most of the decisions for the group. He had been here the longest and he knew the most, so this would help the group as a whole.

Watching her step away to grab the next set of medications, the wolf glanced around the room. He caught eyes with Seokjin, only giving a slight nod his way. The hybrid dropped his shoulders in relief. The eldest was the most worried about the group, sensing that she was a very new employee. Ignorance is bliss.

She hesitated when she had to step towards the next hybrid, him already giving her a nasty look. Swallowing her nerves, she gave a small smile and held the milk out for him.

“I.. I’m assuming you’re Suga? I think you’re the only feline in the room..” she whispered, the confidence draining from her body.

The hybrid took the milk and meds, downing them within seconds. He shrugged his shoulders at her words. He wasn’t too sure why she was so terrified of him. He knew he had a resting bitch face, but he couldn’t do anything to her while she was here.

“It’s Yoongi.” he spoke, licking over his lips, “Do you have anymore milk?”

She quickly nodded, moving to the box to grab another bottle for the cat. Once he got the bottle, he smiled at her to try and ease her nerves. The room was suffocating in them, he could barely breathe. She wasn’t entirely confused about the cat, but, she knew this was going to be quite the relationship between client and worker until they were separated into their own sections for hybrids.

“Yoongi? It’s pretty, means shine, a lovely name” She commented as she stepped over to the next hybrid.

Taking a break from the hybrids, she slowly walked back towards the medicine tray. She had already met three hybrids who all had very different personalities. Jimin was shy and quiet, not too sure what to say whenever he said anything. It’s almost like he triple checked in his mind before he spoke to her.

Namjoon knew what he was saying and was confident in himself, she was surprised that he was even sent to a center, honestly. Wolf hybrids weren’t entirely rare to see in the hybrid world, but seeing them in a center was a rare sight. They would rather send them in the wild than in a center full of hybrids. Sometimes its too much for them to concentrate or create bonds.

Though very much intimidated by the feline, Yoongi seemed to be a interesting one. Why did they give him a nickname like Suga? Was he returned from an adopter? He didn’t seem to keen on talking with her. Though, that could be a trauma response as well. Most hybrids go through trauma within just ten years of life.

“Are you alright?” a voice questioned beside her, scaring her

She pushed away from the new voice, hand slamming over her heart in quick movement. She didn’t mean to freak out over one of the hybrids speaking to her, she was just lost in thought.

“I am so sorry, I did not mean to freak out like that. I was just in thought. I have a bad memory, so remembering names is a bit hard.” she quickly moved to apologize, bowing slightly towards the hybrid.

“You were just staring at the table, I assumed you needed a bit of help.” Namjoon sheepishly acknowledged, “It’s okay if you don’t!”

“No, no, please, they’re not labeled and I don’t want to mix any medications up. I appreciate the help, I do. Again, I’m really sorry for getting scared, I should’ve been paying attention.”

Shaking his head, the wolf smiled and quickly went to put the medicines in order for the last four hybrids. He quietly named off the hybrids breeds in order for her not to mix them up. She mentally begged that he did not believe she couldn’t do her job. She was just nervous and trying to remember names.

“Thank you again, Namjoon, I get overwhelmed when things aren’t in order, I wish I had gotten the meds myself.” she admitted, muttering out a little curse towards the other worker.

Once again shaking his head, he moved back towards his seat. She appreciated the help, seeing as she almost gave the wrong hybrid the heat suppressant. She was glad she wouldn’t be messing up their medications. God knows how upset Chanyeol would be with her.

“Hi, uh, I want to assume you’re the fox hybrid?” quietly, she walked over to the male with the more pointed ears.

“Ah, yes, that’s me. My name is Seokjin, by the way, it’s lovely to meet you.” He was happy to take the items from her grasp, thankful for his meds.

“Its lovely to meet you as well, Seokjin, I hope we have a nice time working together.”

She couldn’t help the smile from appearing on her face, heart calming down. She was so worried to meet these hybrids and yet they’ve all been kind to her. Hell, Yoongi could’ve reacted a lot worse than he did, but he did introduce himself willingly.

“I.. I like your hair color.” she whispered, nervous now that she complimented without thinking.

“Thank you. I had just gotten it done before I was pushed into here. I think it’s a lovely orange shade.” Seokjin laughed at the compliment, thankful at a change in atmosphere.

“Ah, compliment me next, please? Pretty please?” another voice cut in between the two of them.

Y/N glanced over and caught the second dog hybrid pouting at the two of them. Nodding at his request, she quickly grabbed his things and came back over to speak with the excited pup. She was happy that one or two of them were happy to talk with her.

“I’m Taehyung, but you can call me Tae, I don’t mind, I feel like we’ll get close anyways!” He spoke, voice deep but louder than most of the other hybrids she met already.

“If you want me to call you Tae, I don’t mind at all. It’s a beautiful nickname.” She nodded at his words, opening his milk for him as his tail slapped against another hybrids chair.

She wanted to question why he sat sideways, but she as not going to do that just yet. He seemed extremely comfortable with her already, she wouldn’t wanna ruin that.

Grabbing the drink from her, making sure to be calm enough to not drop it, he quickly brought it to his mouth, gulping down the liquid. Without thinking, she tapped his wrist gently, whining at how quickly he drank.

“Be careful, Tae, you’ll end up with a stomach ache if you keep drinking so fast.” she rushed out, almost thankful when he pulls the drink away from his mouth.

Whining back at the worker, the pup listened and pulled the bottle from his lips, licking the milk that was strapped above his lip. She held the pill bottle towards him, tilting her head to see if he would be another willing hybrid, only to have the pill bottle pushed back towards her.

“You don’t want to take your pills? Why not? They’re supposed to make you feel really good and make sure your body is healthy.” She frowned, holding the pills up again.

“You take the pills for me then if that’s what they’re supposed to do. Pills are no no’s, you can’t take them, they’ll hurt you.” He sarcastically commented after her

“Hm, okay, how about we make a deal then? If you can take all your pills, i’ll give you another drink, how does that sound?”

He took a minute to think about the deal. It was obvious she was trying to bribe him into taking the meds, but this is the most fun he’s had in a while with any worker here. Pursing his lips just slightly, he looked over the girls face and hummed.

Seeing how hopeful she looked, he sighed in defeat and nodded at her words. Taking the cup of pills, he dumped them in his mouth and quickly drank the rest of his milk. Clapping her hands happily, she quickly moved back to grab him another milk, opting to grab a strawberry milk as a treat.

Taking the drink, he was happy to take little sips this time, wanting to savor the drink.

“So, I have a quick question to ask you, Tae, you know.. do dogs like to sniff hands like cats do? I know the full animal sniff the rears of their playmates but what do hybrids do?” She questioned with genuine confusion, looking away from the pup

“I do not.. and hybrids sniff as well, we just don’t sniff their asses like the full animals do. Also, Yoongi doesn’t do the whole sniffing thing either, he’s too mean, plus he has a sensitive nose, it always shows when Jimin and I are around him, but he never has an issue with Namjoon!” the pup almost vented to the worker.

She didn’t mind letting the canine to vent to her, she kind of found it cute. He did not mind talking to a stranger about the problems within the hybrid group. Though, she wasn’t surprised that he and Yoongi didn’t get along. Steretypically cats and dogs have never gotten along too well. Especially when they’re much older.

“I wouldn’t think he did, he didn’t seem so pleased with my presence, but it's something I knew was going to happen. And its nice to meet you, Taehyung, it’s a nice name, something unique.” She nodded at his words, stepping back towards the middle so she could move on, but still wanted to talk to the pup

“My owner gave it to me! she’s a really nice person, you know? She always gave me meat, so much meat, but then she stopped coming home, I think that maybe she was just visiting her family and they brought me here to watch after me.” He spoke loud enough so she could hear while she stepped away.

Turning her back to the hybrid, she frowned lightly. This could only mean two things and both ways, she didn’t like the idea of him finding out one day. The owner either passed away while away from the house or she had given up ownership to the center. Both ways are heartbreaking.

It wasn’t uncommon for hybrids to be taken from their owners either, it just seemed to more reasonable for someone to give up their ownership than the hybrid just be taken away. By law, it had to be a huge reason for your hybrid to be taken from you. Most places, the law passes over abuse, most mean trafficking or invalid adoptions. It was hard to learn in school, but one day it will change, everyone was sure of it.

Without speaking another word about the issue, she found herself standing in front of another hybrid, softening when their features formed into worry, probably realizing what the boy next to him had meant by what he said. He looked up at her and frowned, mentally asking if she understood.

“Will they ever tell him what happened? He hasn’t stopped talking about her since he got here and its been weeks. He thinks he’s going back with her when she gets back..” The hybrid started, a low whine falling from their throat.

“I don’t know when the center thinks would be the best time to tell him. I just know that when he is told, he’ll need some comforting. I know hybrids can read feelings and emotions a lot better than humans can, so, do you think you’d be able to help out?” she questioned softly, not sure how else to approach the situation.

“I could do my best. I’m just not too sure how much the poor thing could take. He’s like.. In love with the girl or something. It’s always Jieun this.. Jieun that. He never stops talking about her. Even Yoongi tried to say something and he just refused to take it as truth. He almost fought with the dude.. Taehyung did. Its weird.”

Not sure what else to say to the poor hybrid, she gently handed over the milk and pills. Maybe she’ll talk to Chanyeol about the situation and see what he thinks about it all. Hopefully when she gets close enough to the hybrid, she’ll be able to talk to him about it.

Taehyung seemed to be an extremely hopeful hybrid. It’s not something rare to see, but in a center it is. He seemed to be around her age as well in human years, meaning that he was old enough to forget all about child-like hopes and dreams. She’s curious about who his last owner happened to be.

Unlike Taehyung though, Seokjin seemed to be a very calm hybrid. He didn’t seem to mind talking to her like they were old friends. He was nice to speak with, very well educated and talked as if he had been with a high-class family. She wonders why they would give up such a delightful hybrid.

Feeling the atmosphere change, the hybrid in front of her pat her arm and got her attention, only giving a small smile, holding the cup back up towards her. They both knew the pup would be told sometime while here and they both knew that it wouldn’t be a pretty picture the minute he actually realized he had been abandoned.

“We’ll try and let him know slowly, so it doesn’t hurt him too much as he realizes. It’ll be a lot for him, but I think he’ll come out fine with a bunch of friends around him, you know?” she smiles, glancing over the canine one last time.

“I hope so, he’s a lovely kid, just has a childlike way of thinking. He’s hopeful,” the hybrid shrugged, turning back towards the girl with a nod, “I’m Hoseok, by the way, It’s nice to meet you finally, I’ve been waiting so long.”

She blushed, realizing she had been taking her time with meeting most of the hybrids, having talked to the five before him for over two hours. She hadn’t even realized how long it had taken her to introduce herself to them all. This is probably why she was a good fit for the job. She can have time pass really easily.

“You’re a red panda, right? A rare sight to see.” She admitted, trying to change topics.

“I am! I’m quite rare on this side of the world, yes, I’m not originally from here.” Hoseok nods,

“They really don’t teach us about red pandas in school, you know? We learn the very basics about pandas. I don’t think I learned anything about red pandas.”

Laughing at her comment, the hybrid shook his head. Of course it was rare to see red pandas talked about in schooling, they’re mostly only learned about when it came to natural habitat. Most of the time, they were taught in places like India and China, where you could actually find them. Not here.

“I guess we’ll both be teaching each other something. If you don’t mind.. I would like to learn about hybrid things as well! We can be each others teachers.” Hoseok smiled, hopeful.

“I would love that, actually. I would love to learn about red pandas. You are someone I take care of, I’d like to know more about you and your hybrid side. I’m sure there’s so much to learn as well. I’m excited.” She bounced on the balls of her feet.

Making plans with the hybrids was nice, she felt like she was getting along with mostly everybody. Standing back at the medicine table, she realized she only had one more pill cup left.

Glancing over at the last hybrid, she swallowed. She could tell why the hybrid was sent into a center. It broke her heart, but she knew how people and hybrids were. If they didn’t fit the usual stereotype of the hybrid, they weren’t wanted or cared about.

Most bunnies had small figures, shorter in height, smaller in size, most were grey or white colored, and they had more feminine features as well. This bunny seemed to be quite the opposite. His shoulders weren’t the broadest, but he definitely looked more masculine than feminine besides maybe his facial features. He was built larger than most as well, seemed about a few inches from six foot, larger thighs and biceps, he looked more like a man than a boy.

If she were seeing them from far away, ears hidden, she would assume the Samoyed and bunny were the opposite species. The pup had a figure closer to a stereotypical bunny while the bunny had the stereotypical body of a dog, she thought the stereotype breaking of both species was adorable. She loved the idea that you would be surprised seeing their species.

“The most rare breed of rabbit..” she spoke quietly as she red over the paperwork, glancing back over to the boy.

How in the world did one of the most rare breeds of rabbit end up in a center?

“Blanc De Hotot.. You are the most rare rabbit to exist. How are you here?” her voice came out weak, now that she was standing closer to the hybrid.

No, she did not realize how harsh the comment came out or how wrong it could sound to any of the hybrids in the room. She was completely shocked that someone willingly got rid of him. He was the most rare.

“When you aren’t sought after in sex work, they don’t want you anymore.” the hybrid spit, rolling his eyes are her comment, though, he was confused on how he was a rare breed.

“I’m sorry to hear that, I’m glad you refused such terrible work, I would rather be on the streets than to be forced to sleep with people I didn’t know. It’s a harsh business to work in, especially for hybrids.” her voice was barely audible by the human ear.

He tensed at her words but kept his eyes down as he grabbed the items from her hands, allowing himself to take the medications. It wasn’t the fact that he hated the sex work, it gave him a place to stay while also relieving himself of anger or frustration. But once he couldn’t take the work, he was shoved into the streets, a bunny who had only known labs and then sex work from a young age.

“At least while you’re here, you can take care of yourself and then get an owner who will take you in with care and not with ideas of slaving you around.” She smiled happily, completely confusing the poor bunny.

He was going to be sold off to someone else? He had no idea they they took in animals just to sell them off when they felt like it. He left for a reason. He wanted to live on his own and become his own person. He didn’t want to just be sold off to someone else. He’d rather staying this room with the people he had gotten used to being around, people who would become his friends or family, people he trusted to leave him in his own room without bothering him.

Anger built inside the bunny, fingers squeezing the milk bottle until the liquid exploded on both him and the worker, resulting in a small squeal falling from her lips as the cold liquid soaked into her clothing. He pushed up from his seat before slamming the bottle against the females chest, hearing the side doors shove open.

“Jungkook.. Please don’t.” her small voice came out, hands wiping at the wet feeling on her chest.

“They plan on reselling us? They plan on taking us in and then shipping us off to some new owner?” He snapped towards the male, ears twitching at the anger radiating from him

“No, no that’s not what i meant, that’s not what i meant at all.” The female tried to calm the hybrid down as well, letting the milk drop to the floor.

His hands raised before she was shoved to the side, hands gripping onto the medicine tray as the bunny stormed his way towards a side door. She whipped around and faced the fox hybrid, eyes widened before she realized exactly why the bunny stopped being forced into sexual work, he had a temper, a bad temper.

The same worker from before found his way next to the girl, smirk filling his lips as he watched her realized she had to actually be strong around the hybrids. She only rolled her eyes, wiping her clothes with her free hand, smiling sadly at the fox, hoping his body would relax from what happened.

“You can leave. I’ll clean up here and try speaking with the hybrid.” The girl muttered, grabbing the milk bottle from the floor.

“There’s not way you’ll make it a week. Chanyeol was an idiot for thinking you were a good fit with this group. They’re a group of unwanted hybrids with bad tempers. You’ll figure it out. Ones already shown his true colors. Just wait.” the man spoke, smirk only widening as the girl stared at him.

‘I do not care who you are or who you think you are to be speaking to me like that. These are my hybrids now. I want you out of this room or I will be calling Chanyeol. Do you think he’ll take sides with his friend or some rude worker who attacked a hybrid and threw milk on his friend before trying to scare her off?”

She knew what she said was manipulative or against her own morals but she refused to let some man sit here and tell her she wasn’t strong enough for this job. She would not back down. This is the job she wanted and the job she fought years of school for.

“Get out of my room.” her voice cracked as she spoke, but the fear now crawling up her legs was something she or the hybrids couldn’t ignore.

The male instantly went for the door after her threats, leaving the girl to bend over to try and calm her anxiety down. How the hell she had the balls to say that, she will never know. It scared her thinking on it.

“I’ll check on Jungkook and when I get back, I would like to know what you guys would like to eat or drink from now on. I’ll be ordering food from the cafeteria now and I would like for it to be something you guys will actually like.” she spoke, now quiet, scared she would sound too harsh.

Without giving any of them time to answer her or say anything, she made her way towards the door that Jungkook stormed off into. She took a deep breath, thinking about what to say when she’s in front of him. She hopes it’ll work out.

“I’ll go in and try to speak with him, if you hear any commotion, please do come in after me, you have every right to manhandle me if anything is happening as well, I get I'm not strong looking, but I do kick shins really well.” she spoke to the other hybrids.

Knocking gently, she pushed her way into the room when she hear a grunt in reply. When she closed the door, she gently backed up so her body was pressed into the cold metal. This is her time to try and make amends with the hybrid. If he forgave her or not was not up to her, this would take time.

Now that she looks around, it looks like a casual college kids room. posters rested against the walls here and there, a laptop even sat on a nightstand. How he was able to have one, she wouldn’t question. Weirdly enough, the room almost reminded her of her older brothers college dorm when he was still in college.

“Why are you in here?” the bunny snapped from his bed, hands bunched up in his lap.

“Jungkook, I want to apologize for what I said,” she bent her head down, trying to seem less intimidating, “I don’t think you’ll be sold off if you don’t want it. I make all final decisions, If you don’t want adopted, I can refuse any offers made until you know what you want. I can’t promise you that the others wont want to leave though, that’s up to them.”

The boy stayed quiet, watching the female as she waited for his reply. He wouldn’t be so forgiving, he couldn’t. He’s seen how horrible humans were. How horrible they would treat others and then how quick they would be to manipulate them into liking them after all of it. He couldn’t trust humans. He could trust Namjoon. Only Namjoon was trustworthy.

“I do not want to be sold off into another family. It’s bad enough being treated like another slave here, I don’t want to be owned by anyone. If you ever sell me off, I don’t know what I’ll do, but It will not be pretty.” The rabbit snapped out, standing from his bed to try and look big.

He didn’t need to try and look anything when the female was shaking like a leaf in front of him. How little was she told when she decided to take the job offer? How little does she know about this place?

“When things come out of the dark, I don’t want you to change your mind about this. If you’re here to be a caregiver, you stay. You are not allowed to leave, you hear me? Chanyeol can make you think what you want.. but when you see the truth.. you cant leave.”

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Hey,since your writing is amazing can I request a fic where Steve thinks u cheated on him (probably with Bucky) and decides to punish u with rough sex and then he finds out he was mistaken and tries to make it up to u but you weren't having it because trust in a relationship is very important.So it kinda becomes smut+angst (The juicer the better) Thank u💞

mutual trust

steve rogers x reader

summary: you tell steve that without trust, your relationship would always have problems

warnings: smut, angst, jealousy, slight crack fic, ahh that’s it? Tell me if i missed something. Not proofread.

word count: 2.2k

a/n: i wrote two fics today how bout that? (I also cried to times so maybe that’s where I got the motivation and inspiration. Dont worry i cried because of a story and a movie) also, thank you nonnie!

masterlist

“You have to tell him!” Steve hears your harsh whisper just behind the door. Who were you talking to? Why were you hiding?

“Why me? He’s your problem!” Steve is surprised to hear his best friend’s voice. He hears Bucky grunt in defeat before a sound made Steve’s heart stop.

“Oh god! That’s so good!” He hears your familiar moans and he wouldn’t believe the voices in his head if it weren’t for Bucky’s words.

“God, doll! I don’t regret this at all!” Bucky lets out a moan as well before grunting in satisfaction.

Steve listens to your harmonized moans before he decided that he has had enough for it.

He’s going to show everyone that you’re his. He’s going to show you and he’s going to show Bucky.

“Oh god, I am so full!” You let out a cry before plopping on your belly on Bucky’s soft bed.

“But I want more!” Bucky whines, licking the already clean spoon.

You scoff at him before letting out a chuckle.

“How’d you think Sam will react after finding out that his tub of oh-so-delicious ice cream is gone?” You turn on your back before leaning on your elbows to look at Bucky.

“He’s probably going to lose it. He’s a very dramatic guy.” Bucky rolls his eyes at the thought before sighing at your next words.

“Well, too bad that you’ll be the one telling him.” You quickly stand, heading towards his door.

“Doll, that’s unfair!” He whines once more.

“Huh? Sorry, can’t hear ya! Gonna go to my lovely boyfriend now. See ya!” You quickly shut his door before prancing towards your shared room with Steve, your lovely boyfriend.

“Hey, Steviee…” You quickly walk towards your boyfriend before wrapping your hand around his neck and standing on your tippy-toes to place on his lips. He would usually return it with a kiss on your nose but what he did surprised you.

His giant hand makes its way towards your neck and the next thing you know, you’re harshly pinned against the wall that Steve’s been staring at for hours.

“S-Stevie?” Steve’s jaw clenches at the way your innocent eyes stared at him. He should’ve known that other men would want a piece of his girl. She’s too enchanting to be ignored.

“You’re mine. You remember that, okay?” Steve asks, voice threatening but his frown softens a little when you nod at him.

“Good girl…” He whispers before slamming his lips on yours, tongue forcing their way into you and lapping at your helpless tongue.

“You belong to me as much as I belong to you, I know you know that…” He grins when you start whimpering against his lips. The hand on your neck tightens slightly while his other hand finds its way up to your skirt and under your soaking panties.

“Ahh… Is this for me?” Steve asks.

“This is for me, right? Not for someone else?” His voice becomes harsher and he forcefully inserts a finger and then another, prying answers from you. He needed you to assure him. He needed to know that you’re wet for him and not his best friend.

“Y-yes, Stevie! Only you!” Your eyes roll at the sensation of Steve’s fingers and before you could even find release, his hand was pulled out of you.

“W-What?” You yelp when you’re harshly turned, your chest pressing against the wall while Steve’s hand is now on the back of your neck while the other is rashly pulling his pants off.

“Want you to feel all of me…” He whispers and before you know it, his cock is piercing through you without end until his full length is inside of you. Your body is trembling but Steve’s body is holding you up against the wall so you wouldn’t fall.

“You feel me, baby? You feel me deep inside you?” His hand snakes toward your stomach, whimpering and moaning when he pushes on it to feel himself against your skin.

“So good for me, baby… So perfect for me…” He whispers beside your ear before placing a kiss on your neck and sucking on it like his life depended on it.

“STEVE!” You scream as he started thrusting into you harshly, making your toes curl in ecstasy.

“Oh my god, YES!” Your body continues to rub the wall as he continues to pistol into you but you didn’t care because right now, Steve is making you feel so good. He’s owning you and you’re liking it. He’s never usually rough but now… Now that you’ve tasted it, you didn’t know if you wanted soft Stevie back.

“You’re going to cum for me?” The hand on the nape of your neck snakes to the front so he was pulling your body against his while his other finds your clit, encouraging you to cum around his cock.

“I can feel your greedy pussy pulsing around my cock, baby. Come on… Cum for me, baby… Milk my fucking cock…” He ruts into you a few more times before you’re crying out loud… and he’s crying out loud… You’re pretty sure that everyone in the compound can hear you but you didn’t care.

You’re too busy feeling Steve’s liquid filling your stomach.

“You’re mine, baby… He’ll see. Everyone will see…” He presses a kiss on your forehead as your hooded and tired eyes fluttered shut. He catches you when you pass out, your body limp in his arms as he carried you to bed. Washing you with care as if you’re the most important thing in the world.

You wake up feeling sore down there and on your neck but the memories of last night made you smile. Steve really just did that.

But then you remember Sam’s ice cream and suddenly the smile left your face but a devious one replaces it. What drama will Sam put on now?

Feeling a little bad for letting Bucky tell Sam alone, you quickly cleaned yourself up before power walking towards the kitchen where they would probably eating breakfast.

Your heart started thudding louder at the grunts and the sound of punches being thrown. Sam must’ve been really wanting to eat that ice cream for him to attack Bucky…

But when you reached the kitchen, it was a scene that you didn’t expect to see. Sam was holding Steve back from getting another blow onto Bucky’s bloody face.

“S-Stevie?” Your voice makes Steve turn his attention from Bucky to you. His glare turns into a smirk before he shrugs Sam off. He walks towards you before kissing you the same way he did last night. With possession.

“Stevie… What’s wrong?” You whisper after pulling away from him.

He wraps an arm around you before pulling you closer to him. He fixes your hair so the marks he left last night is in full view for anyone, more importantly, for Bucky.

Bucky scoffs before shaking his head at Steve.

“You’ve got it all wrong, punk. You have to start listening before things start to get messy for you. You’re starting something you don’t wanna start--”

“And what is that. Bucky?! You’re the one starting shit here. You’re touching something that’s not yours!”

“For fuck’s sake, Steve! I’m not fucking your girl!” Bucky’s words made the room quiet, only Steve’s heavy breathing could be heard.

“W-what are you talking about? Bucky? Steve?” You look at Bucky and Steve in confusion.

“Steve’s saying that I’m making you cheat on him,” Bucky said with a glare towards his best friend.

“Wh-Why would you think that, Steve?” Steve’s heart skips a beat at the lack of his nickname on your words.

“I heard everything yesterday. Y-You… He was moaning in his room with you...” Steve explained and was answered by Bucky’s unamused laugh.

“Oh, right! We were moaning about how good Sam’s ice cream was. We were deciding who’s going to tell Sam but I guess that’s out of our worries now, ain’t it, doll?” Bucky gives you a faux smile before turning back to a surprised Steve.

“Wait… You ate my…” Sam opened the fridge and it looked like he was about to say something but he shook his head.

“Not the time, Sam… This is not the time…” He tells himself before looking back at the three of you.

“Well, it’s all just a misunderstanding… We can all just forget about it and--” He was cut off by your big movements. You pried Steve’s arm away from you as you stepped back with a look on your face. Whatever it was, Steve didn’t like it.

“Y-you think I’m cheating on you? But you just… Last night…” Your eyes widened in realization and Steve shook his head immediately, knowing what you’re thinking.

“I can’t believe you! W-What were you trying to accomplish, Steve?! You did all that just to prove a point?! And there I thought you were actually doing it for me, you asshole!” You cried before turning towards Bucky.

“I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess. I didn’t know that I wasn’t allowed to enjoy some time with my friends.” You sob before turning towards Sam.

“I’ll replace your ice cream, Sam… I’m sorry as well…” The guys watch as you let out a tired sigh while Steve tried to reach for you.

“Baby… It’s not like that! I-I did it for you! For us!” Steve pulled you into a hug, refusing to let you go. Refusing to let you walk out of his life.

Sam gave Bucky a look and then they walked out of the kitchen, giving you and Steve some privacy.

“You don’t trust me enough that you’d think I’d cheat on you?” Your voice was broken and Steve’s heart couldn’t bear it.

“No! I mean, yes… I trust you, baby! I just don’t trust Bucky with you! I don’t trust anyone with you! People would do anything to take you away from me and, and--”

“And you don’t trust me enough that you think that I’ll let them take me away from you? Do I make you feel like that? Am I doing things that make you think that I’ll do that to you?” You cry as he shakes his head.

“No, baby… It’s just me being… me. I’m being ridiculous, I’m sorry. There’s no excuse for being an asshole. Please, forgive me.”

“You don’t trust me, Steve. There will always be a problem if you don’t trust me, Steve….” Your voice started to become dismissive and it scared Steve endlessly.

“I-I know… I know, baby… I’ll be better. Please. I trust you. I fucking do! I’m just scared, okay? I don’t want anyone taking you away from me. It’s not just Bucky, okay… That was a mistake. I know you two would never do anything like that. There’s just always a threat when I’m around and I don’t trust myself to be able to protect you all the time. I love you too much and I can’t afford to lose you, okay? Baby, I fucking love you too much…” He starts to cry as well, his hold on you becoming tighter and desperate.

“You have to start trusting me, Steve… I know what I’m getting into and I won’t let anything happen to me, to you, or to anyone else here. You have to start trusting me, Stevie. If we want this to work, you’ll have to trust me…”

Steve eagerly nodded, his chin hitting your head slightly, finally glad to hear that nickname again.

“I promise. I fucking promise. I’m sorry for being a fucking asshole. There’s no excuse and I will forever be making up for it.” He pulls away to look at your face, slightly feeling better at the now loving look on your face.

“I’m just hoping that you trust me enough to give me a second chance…” He tilts his head to the side, smiling sadly yet cheekily at you.

“That’s the thing, Stevie…” You sighed exasperatedly as you looked down at the floor.

Steve’s heart shattered at the action. Were you going to deny him? Leave him?

His heart stopped when you turn to look at him with a teasing smile.

“I’ve always trusted you. Until now, I trust you with my life and my heart but please… For the love of Sam’s delicious ice creams…. Would you please just trust me? Trust your friends… Not everyone is out to do you wrong, Stevie…” You smile at him before letting him pull you back in his arms, your arms wrapping around his big frame.

“Thank you. And do trust you, baby. I promise to not be a coward anymore…” He chuckles before kissing the top of your head, whispering endless thanks for taking him back.

“You won’t regret it…” Steve whispered.

“Yeah, but she’ll regret eating my ice cream!” Sam’s voice was heard followed by an ‘ow’ when Bucky slaps his head.

“Glad to have you back, punk.” He grins at Steve as Steve smiles at him apologetically.

“Sorry…” Steve whispers as they too shared a hug.

“Just treat your girl right, punk.” Bucky smiles at Steve then at you.

“I will,” Steve replied assuringly before pulling you closer to him. He’ll do anything and everything for you.

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Drunk | l.hc

synopsis: you and haechan are enemies but turn into lovers basically.

pairing: enemy!haechan x fem!reader

genre: enemies to lovers au, angst, fluff

warning: mentions of drinking

word count: 1.6k

one, two, three, four, five shots

you were toasted. five shots was a huge mistake.

you were beginning to regret downing that many shots. you were with the boys and you all made the executive decision to get drunk. bad mistake. you were so quiet compared to your usual bubbly self; it was like time slowed, everything and everyone was slow. your body felt like it was floating on a boat; it was so numb and the lights were so bright, you couldn’t look around you for more than 3 seconds before you had to look back down. your head was spinning, you couldn’t concentrate on anything. all you could think about was your head spinning.

you made the decision of getting up from your seat with extra force and going to the bathroom. on the way there you couldn’t help but notice the way you were stumbling. you had to hold onto the wall to continue walking, following the route to the bathroom. your head was down toward the ground, your body was sliding against the wall all the way up until you have to change walls because the door was across from you; with extra momentum you successfully push yourself off the wall and launch yourself over to the door.

unfortunately, just as you were moving toward the door, the door was opening and before you could comprehend it, you collided with something hard, arms were wrapped around you and your nose was picking up an all-too-familiar scent. you knew this cologne from anywhere but your head couldn’t pin point it at all. you were so confused.

“did you lose your way?” the voice of a male announces, startling you a little. you knew this voice too, who is this person?

“no, I’m at the… right place” you drunkenly say and make a fist with the guys shirt before looking up to see who the familiar stranger was.

that’s when your eyes meet with his. “haechan?” you have to blink multiple times before it finally sinks in your head.

“hey y/n” he smirks. he wasn’t drunk, in fact, you couldn’t smell any hint of alcohol on his breath; all you could smell was the red bull he religiously drank.

“get off of me” you attempt to pull away but he only hugged you tighter. you tried everything in your power to get out of his grasp but nothing worked, you were powerless against him, especially because of the state you were in, at this moment. you eventually gave up and accepted it, too out of breath and tired to continue on. you rested your body against his, trying to catch your breath.

“good girl” he rubbed your back.

“what do you want haechan?” you felt yourself instantly sober up after struggling against him. if anyone could bring your mood down it was him. he knew just how to push your buttons and make you angry. he always had to do better than you too, all of it made you want to vomit. he made you want to vomit.

“I want what I want”

“what?” you squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. “what does that even mean”

“it means that…” he leans down closer to your ear. “I want a kiss”

you immediately push him away, this time doing so successfully, making him stumble back a bit. you shake your head and turn around, walking away but not far enough because his hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you toward him; this time your back slamming into his chest. his arms wrap around your waist and his breath hits the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine.

“y/n please” he whispers. you could hear the slight desperation in his voice, unlike the previous times he’s talked to you. you’d never seen or heard him talk like this, he always kept up a front, never showing his weaknesses, so why was this moment different?

“haechan you don’t even like me what are you doing?” you breathily whisper.

“what do you mean I don’t like you?” you feel his body tense up from behind you.

“I mean, you bully me constantly, you push my buttons, and on top of all that you always have to outdo me in something, it’s like everything is a competition with you” you huff in annoyance.

“what- no y/n you have it all wrong. oh my god why didn’t I realize sooner, I didn’t mean to make you upset or bully you. I just wanted…”

“wanted what?”

“…wanted you to see me. I just wanted you to see me, I wanted you to acknowledge me y/n. I wanted you to think I was smart and cool and thats why I always tried to do better than you, and I guess that’s also why I picked on you or bullied you. I just didn’t know how to express how I felt about you; but that is in no way an excuse. I’m truly sorry. I really didn’t mean to hurt you y/n” he turns you around in his arms so then he can see your face. your eyes flick up to his; they were filled with hurt and concern. you could also see the worry in his eyebrows, they were knitted creating a deep groove, worry undoubtedly written all over them. this was enough for your breath to get caught in your throat.

“please forgive me” he positioned his hands on either side of your cheeks, tilting your face up.

“haechan…” you whisper.

“I know, i’m so so sorry. In fact, I really like you…” his eyes shift off to the side but your eyes stay put on his. “but it’s fine if you don’t feel the same, I wouldn’t expect you to, especially becau-”

he doesn’t finish because you stand on your tippy toes and ball his shirt into a fist, reaching up to him and connecting your lips together.

blank.

that’s what haechans brain was. it was empty. he was so caught off guard it was actually pretty funny. he didn’t expect you to kiss him willingly, in fact, he was actually gonna forget about the kiss because he didn’t think you would agree to it, and especially because he thought that there was no way you liked him; but that wasn’t the case.

haechan lips began to move against yours, keeping the same pace as you. you felt fireworks ignite in your stomach, something you never thought you could feel with him. meanwhile, haechan felt butterflies erupt in his stomach, he felt so energetic in this moment; as if his body was going into a sugar rush. he’d dreamt of this very moment for way too long and that was showing in the way his heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest. he could taste the alcohol on your breath but he didn’t mind, all he wanted was you.

he backs you up against the wall being as gentle as can be; as if you were so fragile, you could break at any moment. he’s kissing you so intimately but at the same time so gently and you would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it, your hands traveled up his arms and around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. his hands trailed down to your waist and he rested them there. he barely did anything but this action was enough to shoot an extra string of fireworks in your stomach. you didn’t know what it meant but you did know that you liked the feeling in your stomach.

“what the fuck?”

both your heads snap to the voice and see an intoxicated mark lee standing a few inches away from you two.

“don’t you guys hate each other?” marks eyes were almost bulging out of his head, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“uh, actually…” haechan chuckles and looks at you.

“it was a misunderstanding the entire time” you look back at him and bite your lip softly, equipping it with a soft smile.

“um okay… well don’t let me stop you guys” he surrenders his hands, shaking his head in confusion and walks past you guys, towards the bedrooms. it becomes quiet once again; you and haechan are left gazing into each other’s eyes, both your hearts beating in synchronization for the other.

“so…”

“so… what is this gonna be?” you ask, leaning your head back against the wall, still looking into his eyes.

“well y/n, I don’t want to be enemies or friends, I know that very much” he whispers and mindlessly taps his index finger against your hip. he may’ve not known he was doing it but you did, it was like the heat of his hands were burning through your clothes and onto your skin. everywhere he touched left a burning feeling so much that you could feel all the places he had touched in the last 20 minutes. his touch lingered in a way nobody else’s did; it was the type of burning that you never wanted to stop feeling, it was addicting and possibly your new favorite feeling.

“me either… believe it or not I think you’re really attractive haechan; even when we were feuding all those times I thought you were hot” you breathily chuckle. a smile works it’s way onto his face and his cheeks visibly flush.

“I think you’re attractive too y/n-ah” he smiles like an idiot. his heart was so warm and it was all because of you. he finally felt complete.

“thank you… haechan?”

“yes?”

“my head is starting to spin again and i’m sleepy, can you can tuck me in tonight?” you say with a slight pout and bright eyes, the action was small but it was more than enough for haechan.

“of course I can princess, your wish is my command” he moves away from you so then he can pick you up bridal style.

“y/n?”

“yes haechannie?”

“do you have any time for cuddles?”

and that’s when you knew he was the one.

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