#red gets that 'wingman realises he likes the person he's helping his friend get with' syndrome
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friends, right? pt.1
word count: 3k-ish
disc. nsfw content ahead. mdni. includes fem!reader n harry styles, teasing, thigh riding, best friend vibes n other hot shit.
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You and Harry had been best friends for about two years now. You met at a coffee shop, weirdly enough. You were late for work and you’d spilled your drink on the ground, he was one of the first people to come and help you. Gave you his untouched drink too, because he realised you wouldn’t have time to order yourself a new one.
“No, I can’t take that. It’s yours.”
“Haven’t had any of it yet, so you’re safe.”
You remembered his kindness when you went home that day. The way he smiled at you and just gave you his drink as if it was nothing. As if he wasn’t in a rush himself that day. His looks weren’t all that bad either.
You both bumped into each other at the same coffee shop a few weeks later, and you were once again in a rush because you were late for work. You didn’t spill your drink everywhere this time though, and that was progress enough for you.
Harry recognised you instantly and of course, you were flattered.
“You’re that girl who spilt her coffee over here, aren’t you, Red?”
“I am, yeah. And Red? Where did that come from?”
“Your lipstick that day—it was red.”
From that moment on, the nickname stuck. He still calls you Red to this day—normally when he’s teasing you about something or he’s trying to make a point.
“Suits you by the way, the red lipstick.”
Even though you were late for work that day, you stayed and engaged in small talk with this complete stranger. You spoke for a few minutes, exchanged numbers and started talking more. There was never any intent with your texts, you were just two adults who became friends under bizarre circumstances. You started seeing each other more often, mingling with each other’s friend groups and you’d quickly grown closer.
Whenever you’d have boy trouble, you’d call him and he’d help you out. Whenever you were about to go on a date and you needed a male opinion on your outfit, or you needed a wingman on a night out, he was the first person you’d call. He got along with all of your grilfriends as well, mainly because they were all insanely attracted to him.
One way or another your friends would always make a point of mentioning how hot Harry was to you, as if you didn’t know it already. You were questioned about him more times than you could count, and about your friendship.
“Friendship? That’s it? Really?”
“There’s no way you two haven’t necked on yet.”
“Friends with benefits, surely.”
“Come on, you’ve at least thought about it.”
You love your friends. Really, you do. But when it comes to Harry, all they want is to see you with him. And you’re flattered. Of course you are—have you seen Harry?
But when there’s a constant pressure of ‘will they, won’t they’ between two people and their friend groups, it gets awkward.
Neither of you want to admit it, but it’s gotten awkward. You still see each other as often as you ever did in the past, but you both know that something’s changed. Whether it’s the feelings you both share for each other, or it’s just the outside pressure from your other friends—something’s changed. But neither of you are ready to admit it yet.
So here you were, staying at Harry’s place for a movie night. You haven’t had a night like this in a while. You’d both been so busy with work that you’d barely had any time to rewind, so now seemed like the perfect time since you were both finally free for a weekend.
The night went well—as always. You both watched your favourite films and snacked on whatever you could find. You had a few drinks but nothing to get you too buzzed, you laughed and you caught up with each other. Two typical best friends, right?
Now came the awkward part—sleeping arrangements.
Normally you’d both just sleep in Harry’s bed. It was huge. Big enough to fit you both and a few other people too. It’d never been an issue in the past and you’d never made it awkward, but since it’d been a while since you last stayed the night at his place, it was. Felt unnatural, in a way, since it’d been so long. Your friends had gotten into your heads too, which didn’t help.
You were brushing your teeth in Harry’s bathroom when you noticed him through the mirror, grabbing a pillow off his bed.
You spit your toothpaste into the sink and rinse your mouth out before leaning over the opening between the bathroom and his room, "Where are you going?"
"To the living room,” He looks over at you with furrowed brows, “Why? Is something wrong?"
You chuckle and shake your head, making your way to his bed and jumping in it, "You can sleep in your own bed, you know."
He eyes you for a moment and shrugs, "You're in it, though."
"We're both adults, Harry. Two adults can sleep in the same bed without making it weird." You sigh and sit up to lean against the headboard.
“I know we wouldn’t make it weird,” He motions between you both, “But what would the others think?”
“Who said we’d tell them?”
He smiles at your words and clearly doesn’t need any more convincing. Within a second he’s taking his shirt and joggers off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers—something he’s always done before bed, you’d seen it plenty of times before. He comes and sits on his side of the bed, leaning his back against the headboard like you.
“Feel like a joint?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and reaches over to his bedside table to grab his lighter, “I feel like a joint.”
“I brushed my teeth, H.”
“So did I.”
You scrunch your face up in thought for a moment, even though you know what you’re about to say, “Yeah fuck it, go on.”
Harry chuckles and nods his head, as if he isn’t surprised in the slightest by your response. He grabs a perfectly rolled joint from his bedside—they’re always perfectly rolled, it’s a hidden talent, you think—and he places it between your lips before lighting it for you.
Something you’ve always loved about Harry is that he’s never done something before you. For instance, right now he’s letting you have the first puff of his blunt. He’s the same with cigarettes too—he always hands you one before he takes one out for himself. Always hands a drink to you before he takes a sip from his own. Always makes sure you have food in front of you before he eats his own.
So this definitely isn’t anything out of the ordinary for him. It isn’t weird or strange or awkward that he’s giving you the joint first. Normally that would be completely innocent and there’d be no awkwardness in the air, no tension. But now everything’s changed. You don’t know why, or how, but it has.
You try and ignore it for a moment and take a few puffs of the joint, closing your eyes and letting yourself enjoy it. You can feel Harry’s eyes on you so you keep your own closed for a little longer than you need to.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you’re nervous.
After a few seconds you take the joint between your fingers and hand it back over to Harry while you exhale. Your fingers brush against each other for a moment as he takes the blunt from your hand. Again, completely innocent. But somehow still awkward. Harry clears his throat before he takes the joint in his mouth.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s nervous too.
You both sit in silence for a few minutes, sharing what’s left of the joint between you without saying a word. Comfortable silence. Although, nothing about this is comfortable to you.
“Isn’t it weird?” You murmur, finally speaking up.
“Isn’t what weird?” Harry keeps his eyes in front of him as he inhales another puff.
“How awkward this is,” You turn your body to face him, crossing your legs as he tilts his head to look at you, “Our friendship’s just gone weird, don’t you think? We’ve let everyone get in our heads about stuff and it’s gone awkward.”
“You’re right,” He chuckles, exhaling and handing the joint back over to you, “It’s well awkward now.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” You shrug, “We can go back to the way we were before everyone started planning our wedding.”
He laughs a second time, finally looking into your eyes for more than a second, “Don’t think we can, love.”
“Why not?”
He breaks the eye contact. You hand him the joint.
“Cause we both—dunno, it’s like we both kinda..you know.” He trails off and scratches the back of his head. He puts what’s left of the joint out on the ashtray by his bedside table and clears his throat.
“I might be able to figure out what you mean when we’re both sober, H, but I’m gonna need you to spell shit out for me right now.” You scoff.
He purses his lips together and thinks for a moment before speaking, “I dunno, I feel like we’re both at a point now where we’re contemplating doing something.”
“What? What do you mean by something?” You’re completely lost at this point.
“You know..” He raises his eyebrows as if that’s going to help you understand, “Something..together.”
Your face drops.
“Oh come on, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
You raise your eyebrows, taken by surprise, “No I, I genuinely haven’t, H.”
“Shit,” Harry’s eyes widen slightly in regret, “Neither have I, then. Forget I ever said that.”
You stay silent for a moment, about to listen to him and forget what he just said. But you can’t. You don’t want to forget that.
“What have you thought about?” You ask, feeling confident.
“Nothing, Y/N, just drop it.” He murmurs and stands up from the bed, walking to the bathroom and grabbing a headband to pull his hair back. You watch him as he places the fabric between his shoulder length curls.
“Oh come on don’t be an ass,” You tease him with a smirk as he starts to walk back over to you, “This is a safespace, H. No judgements.”
He inhales sharply, “Feel like it’s weird to talk about now.”
“It’s only weird if you make it weird.”
“Well I’ve made it weird, then.” He sighs and sits back down on the bed, facing you.
“Harry..c’mon,” You prod, sitting up again and pouting your bottom lip at him, “It’s going to eat away at me if you don’t give me an idea of what you meant. Ballpark, even. I don’t need details.”
You notice him arch his eyebrow as he contemplates whether he should tell you or not. You’re tempted to speak up again to convince him but you decide against it, knowing he’ll probably tell you anyway.
“Fine, fuck it,” He sighs, now mustering up the confidence to tell you everything you want to know, “I’ve thought about being with you.”
“Being with me?” You furrow your brows, “Being with me how?”
“In more ways than one,” He scoffs, “On the couch, over the counter, at work, in public,” He starts listing off places, the words falling from his mouth as his eyes rake over where you’re sitting, “Fuck, even right here.”
His eyes are set on you. He means what he said.
Your face starts to heat up and you swear you’re dreaming. There’s no way Harry just said that. There’s no fucking way. There’s no way he just—
“No judgement, yeah Red?” Harry’s voice brings you back from your brief overthinking, “Looks like there’s a whole lot of it coming from you right now, Y/N.”
“I’m not—“ You clear your throat, feeling flustered, “I’m not judging you, I’m just—”
“Feeling weird?” He finishes your sentence for you, sighing, “Told you it was fucking weird, love.”
Surprisingly, he doesn’t look like he regrets telling you. You’d expect him to be acting awkward, like he was before. But he’s actually acting the opposite. He doesn’t look like he feels awkward or weird, even though he just admitted how weird this situation really is. It’s like a weight’s been lifted off his chest and he’s more relaxed now. You can’t help but feel more relaxed too.
You’re not sure if it’s the weed, the drinks you had earlier, or Harry’s confession—or all of it, even—but something in your attitude towards Harry has changed.
You can see yourself with him—in more ways than one.
His features are standing out to you now more than ever. It’s like you’re meeting him for the first time again in that same old coffee shop. The curve of his eyebrows, the pink tint of his lips, the perfect shade of green in his eyes, his curls that show through even when he’s got them held back by a bandana, the faint lines of his dimples..
“Red?”
You blink and notice Harry staring at you with furrowed brows, “Everything okay, love?”
“Shut up, H.” You murmur a reply and before you know it, your lips are on his. You don’t know how you somehow mustered up the courage—and the stupidity—to do this, but you did. You’ve finally made your move.
You’re kissing Harry, and he isn’t stopping you. He’s kissing you back.
You can tell he’s a little hesitant for the first few seconds, as if he’s waiting for you to pull away and apologise for acting on impulse. You don’t.
You keep kissing him, with more urgency than before. Once he realises that you’re not planning on stopping, he leans forward to feel you closer. Your lips are working each other at the perfect pace, your hands reaching up into Harry’s curls while he holds onto the sides of your waist. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging it back as you moan softly into his mouth. He smirks against your lips and slips his tongue into your mouth—you welcome it with your own.
You lean over and lift your leg to straddle his lap, needing to feel more of him. As much as you physically can. You both pull away from each other, not wanting to but needing to so you can catch your breath. You rest your foreheads together and take a second to regain your composure.
Did that really just happen?
“How long have you wanted to do that?” Harry whispers, his forehead against yours. Your eyes are still closed but you can hear the smirk on his face.
“God H, shut the fuck up.” You murmur, leaning forward to close the gap between you again.
Instead of feeling his lips against yours, you feel one of his fingers and your eyes open.
“You said you never thought about me like that, didn’t you Red?” He prods, smirking as you let out a whine.
“Just did,” You narrow your eyes, giving him attitude, “That alright with you?”
He looks down at your lips, nodding slowly as he leans forward and finally closes the gap between you both. As much as you don’t want to feed into his ego, you can’t help yourself. You need to feel him—more than you already are.
Without a second thought, you start to rock your hips against his. He lets out a moan against your lips and lowers his hands from your hips to your ass, guiding your movements and pushing you against him harder. You can feel all of him at this point—the thin fabric of your shorts and his boxers being the only things standing between you. God, you’ve wanted to feel him like this for so long and you didn’t even realise.
You’re so wet, so worked up, that you can’t contain yourself any longer. You can barely kiss Harry back from how good you’re feeling, grinding your bodies against each other.
He lifts one of his hands from your ass, cupping your face with it and looking into your eyes, “You trust me, Red?”
You nod, unable to speak.
He smirks and lifts you up, repositioning you so that you’re only stradlding one of his thighs now. It doesn’t take you long to figure out what he wants you to do.
“Want you to ride my thigh,” His voice is low, “Think you can do that for me?”
You let out a moan, nodding again and beginning to move your hips. Harry’s hands hold onto you, stopping your movements.
“Words, love. Need to hear you say it.” He prods you for a verbal reply and you whine, feeling desperate already.
“Yes.” You force out the word, speaking through your teeth. His smirk only grows.
Asshole.
“Cute attitude, love,” He smirks at you, knowing he has the upper hand, “Try again.”
You drop your head down onto his shoulder, not wanting to give in but knowing that you have no choice if you want to feel him against you again.
You let out a shaky breath, “Yes, you asshole.”
He chuckles, still not satisfied.
You whine, “Yes, H. God, fucking yes. Let me ride your thigh, please.” You beg, keeping your eyes closed to avoid seeing the smirk on his face.
“Take these off for me.” He whispers, pulling on the hem of your satin shorts. You open your eyes.
“Take them off yourself.” Your whisper back, earning a smirk from him. He does as you say, pulling your shorts and your panties down in one movement. You move to the side to let him pull them off of you, leaving you completely bare from the waist down.
Without a second thought, you take your satin shirt off too, leaving you in your bra. You’re about to reach behind your back to unclasp it but Harry’s hand stops you. He bites his lip and reaches behind you himself, undoing the clasp with one hand as he pulls you in for another kiss. You sigh against his mouth as you feel him pulling your bra straps down your arms, the cold air hitting you in all the right places.
He stays silent, beginning to move your hips against his thigh and taking the view of you in for himself. You suck in a breath, lifting your head up from his shoulder and opening your eyes. He’s looking at you with so much lust, so much desire that you honestly couldn’t care less about his ego—you need him. All of him.
“Fuck, yeah,” He sighs, letting his head fall back against the headboard, “Just like that, Y/N.”
You reach one of your hands behind him on the headboard, using it as support. His reactions are only getting you more worked up, and you start to quicken your movements. He groans and loosens his grip on your hips, letting you control your own pace now that you’re gaining the control back. He lifts his head to look down at where you two connect—at the mess you’re making of him.
“That feel good?” He whispers, looking back up at you innocently. You bite your lip to control the moans leaving your mouth, but it’s no use. Looking down at Harry when he looks as innocent as he does now, doing something as dirty as what he’s doing, will never cease to amaze you.
He’s letting you use him. He’s letting you use him for your pleasure. Letting you get yourself off on his thigh. He’s your toy.
And he’s so fucking pretty.
You close your eyes from how good you’re making yourself feel, unable to control yourself. He just feels so fucking good.
“Your eyes,” His voice is hoarse and full of authority, “Open them.”
You don’t listen. You keep your eyes closed.
“I said,” Harry speaks through gritted teeth, grabbing a hold of your jaw to make you look at him, “Open.”
You do as he says this time, struggling to keep quiet. Seeing him like this is something you didn’t know you wanted so bad. You had no idea he was so..hot. So dominant.
So fucking condescending.
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read pt.2 here <3
aaaanddd there it is. this idea’s been on my mind for so long and i’m personally such a whore for thigh riding and friends to lovers vibes so this was a no brainer. i hope y’all enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it <3
if you liked what you read then please reblog n comment. feel free to suggest ideas for new posts too.
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- k
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S9 Round 1*
Red and Blue gays (No, not like that)
cw: referenced homophobia
Closeted gay noble guy (blue) finds himself in an arranged marriage to a girl. Fortunately, his aunt clocked that he was gay ages ago and he finds out the girl he’s marrying (red) is also gay. They go on to have one of the most loving marriages in the series, both a testament to the strength of their platonic love and how badly everyone else’s relationships are going.
They care each other so deeply that Blue’s eventual love interest genuinely believes they’re in love and Red had to play wingman to get him to make a move. They have faced off against monsters and gods together. He was helping her with her ten year plan to overthrow the government. Red jumped into a nightmare dreamscape to save blue.
In conclusion, red and blue make the most beautiful shade of lavender.
tragic love ft. an atheist and a god
A formerly evil god who’s spent the last several thousand years trying to fix the world he broke realises that he’s messed up when the birth of twins fucks up the magical royal succession system he created. To stop this, one of them has to die. Using his clairvoyance, he figures out that one would suck in the short term, but eventually pave the way for a better future. His sister on the other hand would usher the land into an era of prosperity, but down the line butterfly effects would tear the world apart. Oh, and that era of prosperity includes our god finding true love and happiness with that twin.
Cut to our two hundred year old elven princess, the unwanted twin while her brother is heir to the throne. When her ‘tutor’/friend of 47 years passes of old age, his replacement shows up. The man’s puppy dog like demeanour, incompetence at basic stuff while simultaneously knowing things no one should (including about her), and the how he’s utterly incomprehensible to her, someone who usually figures people out with a glance, absolutely captivate her.
They go on an adventure together where he shows her the magic in the world (literal magic which the princess previously did not believe in. She also didn’t believe in gods) and by the end of the week, despite both being people who shut others out to avoid being hurt when they outlive them, they understand each other in a way no one else does. Of course he then admits that he’s a god and tells her that if she lives she might indirectly cause the apocalypse. He puts the decision in her hands. She asks him to kill her and before he does, she becomes the first person to thank him for all he’s done for the world. She dies during their first proper kiss.
*Ship does not have to be romantic.
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I AM WRITING A COMPLETELY OUT OF THE BLUE AND DEFINITELY NOT ENCOURAGED-TO-ASK ASK ABOUT A PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AU TO YOU MISS LLAMA WHO DOES NOT KNOW I WAS GOING TO DO THIS-
Thank you for letting me bully you into talking about a Pride & Prejudice au, Lemme tell ya, I’ve been cooking this badboy up in my head for MONTHS
Sans: Hands down, the most eligible bachelor in Mc’s area until the other skeletons arrive. He’s wealthy, handsome, intelligent, and oh-so-single... he’s had his eye on Mc for a long time, but his cold shoulder and generally unpleasant attitude drove her to pretty intensely dislike him. He wrote her off at first because of her human-ness and unsuitable family, leading to one or two icy encounters... but he eventually had an epiphany moment and realised he loved her intelligence and bite, and really wanted to be with her. He’d only just began putting his affection into action and seriously courting her when the other skeletons show up with all their drama.
If he proposed, she’d be upset, but she’d say yes regardless. Although she’s a romantic at heart she’s also realistic about her prospects as a woman with no fortune to her name- she needs to support herself and her family, and she has no idea how long she’ll be a young and desirable for. If he wants her, she can work with it.
Red: A very wealthy man, incredibly handsome and charming, extremely socially gifted. He and Mc get along fantastically- so well that Sans gets noticeably jealous. Unfortunately, though, Red comes with some downsides of his own... namely the fact that even though he’s got a larger annual income than Sans, he spends a big portion of it on parties and gambling and drinking, ultimately making him less wealthy than Sans. He’s also famously a womaniser, and Mc suspects that his obvious interest in her is just a passing fancy that’ll disappear as soon as he returns to town.
If he proposed, she’d say no. She likes him much more than Sans but he’s not a very... stable option for the future. He’s not great with his money, and he’s even worse with his fidelity. She doesn’t want to be tied up with someone that might spend his entire fortune on partying and alcohol, or potentially ruin them with a cheating scandal.
Skull: The wealthiest out of the three, egregiously so. He could spend twice as much as Red and still be the richest of all of them by a country mile. But his injury has turned him into something of a hermit; he’s got Darcy’s social skills, every time he enters a room that contains more than just people he knows he wants to pass out or throw up. The only reason he’s in the area is because he and Red are close friends- Red is trying to get his buddy to come out of his shell a little, to be more comfortable in social situations and hopefully make some new acquaintances, so he drags him to balls and parties. This is literally a nightmare for Skull...
... Until he meets Mc, of course.
Mc has absolutely no idea what to think of Skull. He seems to appear at every event she attends, lurking either with Red or in the corner, always staring at her. Despite Red’s constant affirmations that Skull only stares at people he likes, she can’t help but worry that she offended him somehow... she can’t help but think he must dislike her.
#llamagines#p&p au#no way im typing out 'pride and prejudice' every single time i want to add something to this au#p&p it is#red gets that 'wingman realises he likes the person he's helping his friend get with' syndrome#likes her so much but knows that skull adores her#tries to convince himself his attachment to her is temporary#its really not
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Hiiii quinn! I never realised you did requests but if it would be fine (and also because its my sole goal) could you do a boom boom boi and izubby with having their own cat or dog as a pet??? I'm seriously thinking that boom boom boi would be both a cat and dog person, don't u agree? (Ily lots and don't feel pressured to do this if you have a lot of stuff going on!)
Hi Dorki! I'm finally making my way through my requests and I was really excited to write this one! Okay, hope you like it!
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Wanna request something?
The Boys with Pets
Word Count: 1,750
Featuring: Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo!
Warnings: dogs, cats, cursing
Izuku Midoriya
Now Izuku loves pretty much all animals, but I can totally see him getting a dog. Dogs are loyal and full of energy just like a certain green-haired hero. The perfect duo.
He would probably rescue one from the pound, the one with the biggest, saddest, cutest eyes because how could he not? But someone has to go with him because he'd try to rescue them all if there was no one there to stop him. Once a hero, always a hero I suppose.
I'm thinking for names, he would definitely pick a name that reflects his favorite heroes. Don't be surprised if he names his dog something super cheesy like Mighty or Rocky…
Wait, okay, I've decided, he names his dog Mighty and that is the hill I will die on.
The life of a hero is quite busy so when he goes off on long missions, he drops the dog off at his mom's house. Inko has fallen in love with this sweet pup, so much so that she sometimes begs him to stop by with the dog for a visit. It's the closest thing she's got to grandbabies at the moment, she'll take what she can get :)
Now, this cute pup draws in the attention of just about everyone so he's gotten an influx of attention and a few numbers slipped in his hand during their walks, much to his flustered surprise.
Best wingman ever.
This dog goes on regular runs with Izuku and sometimes even helps him with training. I'm thinking a Collie or an Aussie would just be the perfect fit for him to keep up with his personality and lifestyle. He needs an active dog!
I can see it now, he goes on his daily morning runs with this cute Lil furry training buddy and they race the whole way! A few regulars on the trail know about this and it's become sort of a tradition to cheer the two on as they pass.
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The morning air was crisp with the slight scent of the coming autumn, the perfect morning for a run. Izuku, dressed in his usual training wear, had a steady rhythm going for the last forty minutes, letting out even, controlled breaths. This was the easy part of the run, a warm-up if anything, and he hadn't even broken a sweat yet. The canine jogging by his side was enjoying the dewy morning air as well, tongue happily flopping out the side of her mouth. The shared morning ritual between man and man's best friend: Mighty.
Her tail picked up speed, wagging uncontrollably as they neared the bend where the giant jagged rock towered over the path. It was the place marker to start the race. A three-mile run to the top of the hill located at the center of the park. It was also Mighty's favorite part of the morning.
"Ready girl?" Izuku grinned down at the ecstatic dog who barked in reply.
The instant the two of them passed the big rock, they both broke out in full speed, leaving behind a cloud of dust. Happy barks filled the air as she gained the upper hand. Izuku laughed as the dog turned to look back at him lagging behind her. He always did these races without his quirk to assist him. It was only fair and it helped him work on his natural stamina in case he was ever in a situation where he couldn't use his quirk. Always good to be prepared.
He watched as she bounded up the first steep hill on the trail. There were a few small hills on this route, but this one was the hardest to climb and Mighty had the advantage with her four legs so she always managed to pull ahead first. She stopped at the top and barked him on before quickly disappearing over the crest.
When he reached the top, he stopped for just a second to take in his surroundings. This part of the park was a heavily wooded area with numerous trails that many people used to hike or run. It also served as a great view of the city skyline and he couldn't help but stop and admire the rising sun from between the foggy buildings every time. Then Mighty barked to pull him out of his thoughts.
"It's not over yet!" He called after her and raced down the hill, putting on an extra burst of speed to easily close the distance.
Tail wagging, she nipped playfully at his feet as they sprinted along the path, side by side. There weren't many people out this early so he usually had the trail to himself. The only sounds were the wind in the trees, the leaves crunching under feet and paws, Mighty barking beside him, and his own unrestrained glee as they ran together.
These were the mornings he loved. Just the two of them, away from the stresses that came with pro-hero work. He wouldn't trade being a hero for anything, but sometimes it got to be too much so coming here to clear his mind with a little run was always a cathartic release, only made better by the furry companion by his side.
The short bridge that arched over the creek signaled the last mile. Getting more serious, Izuku pulled ahead of Mighty, not able to hold back the giant grin as he streaked across the bridge, startling a few birds off the railings which Mighty barked at as she came up behind him.
Up ahead was a large open meadow with a small duck pond near the center. A few benches were scattered about the path and he saw the same elderly couple sitting in their usual spot with a bag of rice and seed to feed the plethora of ducks waddling around their feet.
"You got him this time Mighty!" The old man looked up as the two of them zipped down the path towards the couple.
"Show 'em what girls can do!" The woman cracked a smile, waving her hands.
"Morning Mr. and Mrs. Fujino!" Izuku waved as he passed. "Don't count me out yet!"
Mighty barked her greeting and took a detour, herding some ducks closer to the couple then with a quick lick to Mr. Fujino's hand, she sprinted back to catch up to Izuku.
The Fujino's marked the last leg of the race. The only thing left was to climb the top of the largest hill in the park to the old oak tree at the top. That was the finishing line. It was always a gamble as to who finished first every day, but Mighty sure had a competitive spirit.
Izuku pumped his legs as he steadily made his way up to the dirt trail, Mighty just behind him before she suddenly veered left and disappeared into the shrubbery. He was so focused on the tree that slowly came into view just around the curve as he neared the top that he didn't notice.
Just as the path leveled out, almost to the finish line, he glanced back to see no sign of his dog. The tree was a few feet away when a furry mass ambushed him from the side, knocking him clean off his feet. The pro hero landed in the grass with a heavy Oof. Sitting on his chest was Mighty, looking quite proud of herself.
"Cheater!" He laughed, trying his best to hold back the slobbery licks she was determined to give him. "Okay, okay, I'll call it a tie!"
Katsuki Bakugo
Now Katsuki on the other hand would totally be a cat person. Not that he has anything against dogs, but cats are more his style. They don't need constant attention and are pretty much self-sufficient. Just the way he likes it.
That being said, Katuski would go all out on toys and the latest gizmos to take care of his cat. Has a self-cleaning litter box, a waterfall bowl, an automatic feeder, etc. You get the picture.
Oh, and toys galore. If he has space, this cat is getting a personal jungle gym that lets him walk up to the ceiling. S.P.O.I.L.E.D.
Doesn't like to tell people just how much he actually loves this cat because he's never been one to express emotions, but this cat just gets him to his core. They share the same wavelength and he appreciates that. The cat is the only one he trusts to open up to, so sometimes you might catch him ranting to the poor thing who just stares back with big wide eyes and occasional meows. Yup, totally gets him.
I see him with a super chill cat, like maybe a Ragdoll or a Russian Blue. Something that tolerates his constant screaming and explosions.
This guy is just as bad at names. It'll definitely be something long and dramatic like Lord Cat Explosion Demon God of Furballs. Yep. He doesn't take criticism so most people call him Lord Furballs, much to his disdain.
Katsuki won't ask for attention from the cat, but the little furry feline is a total cuddler and will often find itself curled up in his lap or even on his neck if Katsuki's sitting on the couch. You better believe this guy won't be moving until that cat decides it's time to move. He's been late to meetings with friends because of this cuddly cat.
He's a hero so this cat is definitely being treated right. Katuski is no slacker when it comes to caring for his lil buddy. The vet is on speed dial should anything ever happen.
Did someone say a custom-made collar that matches his hero costume to a tee?
He's never loved anything more.
...
"Uh, hey Bakubro, why is your cat glaring at me?" Ejiro asked, staring down at the feline.
"What?" Katsuki didn't even bother to look up from his laptop.
"Your cat. It's giving me the evil eye. I thought it was supposed to be friendly." The red-haired hero frowned, not able to break eye contact with the cat. "I don’t think it likes me."
The small furry creature had lazily curled up in the sunspot next to Katsuki's feet, purring away without a care in the world. It seemed harmless enough, except for the heavy glare it was shooting Ejiro's way.
"Heh," Katsuki finally glanced down and crossed his arms. "He's not glaring. That's just his face."
"Ah," Ejiro nodded, "like father like son."
"What the hell's that supposed to mean!?"
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tulips and carnations
“You have got to stop doing this It’s a waste of money, and time, and, and frankly it’s a waste of flowers.”
“I know,” said Frodo. “I know. But he’s so pretty, Merry. And so nice. And, when I go in we talk about flowers and today he was telling me all about the different colours you can get tulips in and what they mean –”
“I’d say this is getting weird, but honestly it sailed past weird a month ago."
In which Frodo has a small (small!) crush on an employee in his local flower shop and Merry is an excellent wingman, thank you very much.
Ficlet based on this moodboard.
(on Ao3!)
When he came in from the library he found Frodo in the kitchen, thoughtfully arranging a bunch of tulips in a vase upon the windowsill.
“Afternoon,” he said, dropping his book bag on the sofa. “Flowers?”
“They’re nice, aren’t they?” said Frodo, not looking him in the eye. “I thought they’d brighten up the room.”
“I see,” said Merry. “You did it again. Didn’t you?”
Frodo shot him a scandalised look. “No!” he protested. “I, I just happened to take a fancy and thought it would be nice to get some flowers. That’s all.”
“Mm-hm,” said Merry.
Frodo adjusted the tulips. He plucked morosely at a red petal. Turning, he said, “Merry, it happened again.”
“You have got to stop doing this.” Merry gestured at the offending tulips. “It’s a waste of money, and time, and, and frankly it’s a waste of flowers.”
“I know,” said Frodo, taking his face in his hands. “I know. But he’s so pretty, Merry. And so nice. And, when I go in we talk about flowers and today he was telling me all about the different colours you can get tulips in and what they mean –”
“I’d say this is getting weird, but honestly it sailed past weird a month ago,” said Merry.
“It’s not weird,” Frodo said. “I like flowers. I like shopping for flowers. What’s wrong with that?”
“Aren’t you allergic to pollen?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
Merry sighed. He composed himself. “Look,” he said. “I’m sure the flower shop boy appreciates your custom –”
“Sam,” Frodo interrupted. “His name’s Sam. He told me. And also it’s, on his nametag. I think it’s a lovely name. Don’t you think it’s a lovely name?”
“Oh my god,” said Merry. “You need to either ask him out or stop going in there.”
“I can’t ask him out,” said Frodo, appalled. “You can’t ask people out while they’re at work, Merry. It’s rude.”
“So stop going in there and hassling him!”
“I don’t want to,” said Frodo. “And, I’m not hassling him. Or I don’t think I’m hassling him. I hope I’m not hassling him.” He shook his head. “I’m not hassling him.”
“You really only have two reasonable options here,” said Merry. “Either go in there and give him your phone number or leave him alone and, I don’t know, make a dating profile. And what were you even doing in town today? Aren’t you supposed to be working on your thesis?”
“I was,” said Frodo. “I took a break and went for a walk. To the flower shop.”
“You have a big problem,” said Merry. “You know that?”
“I have a small crush,” said Frodo. “That’s all. And, and the flowers are pretty. Don’t you think they brighten up the room?”
“We’re going to start running out of surfaces to brighten up,” Merry groaned. “Look, okay. I will go in there with you and wingman. How about that?”
“I don’t need a wingman,” said Frodo. “I already told you I’m not going to ask him out while he’s at work. An even if I was I wouldn’t need your help.”
“Really?” said Merry, raising his eyebrows. “Because you are famously so good at asking people out.”
“And you’re famously such a good wingman,” said Frodo. “I can handle it.”
Merry threw up his hands. “Fine!”
“Fine!”
The front door slammed. Pippin stuck his head into the kitchen. His gaze fell upon the tulips and turning to Frodo he said, “again?”
*
The shop bell dinged. “Alright,” said Frodo as they edged inside, surrounded on all sides by greenery. “We’re just going to go over there and say hello to him and then we’ll see how it goes from there.”
“Sure,” said Merry, looking around himself. “I have to hand it to you, this place is pretty nice.” He picked up a tiny purple succulent from a shelf. “Why wouldn’t you have brought some of these home instead of flowers? These are cool.”
Frodo snatched the succulent and put it back in its proper place. “Stop touching things!” he said. “Just – be normal.”
Merry stared at him. “You’re telling me to be normal?”
“Shut up,” said Frodo. “Oh, shit. Okay. There he is.”
Coming out of the back room was a round-faced, fair-haired man in a green apron, his features obscured behind a large bunch of roses. He handed them to a woman at the counter and began to ring up her order.
“Huh,” said Merry. “Really?”
“What?” said Frodo. “Is there something wrong with him?”
“No – no,” Merry said. “It’s just. You like them chubby, don’t you?”
“What? No!” said Frodo. “Yes. Maybe. None of your business. Shut up.”
“You realise you just gave every possible answer to that question, right?”
“Shush,” said Frodo. “Alright, I think they’re done. Let’s go and say hello.”
They pushed past a bushy fern, towards the counter. Frodo said, “hi.”
Sam looked up from the till. At the sight of Frodo his face shamelessly lit up. He was beaming as if Frodo coming into his shop was the best thing that had happened to him all day. And Merry thought, oh.”
“Morning,” said Sam. “You again.”
“Me again.” Frodo leaned on the counter. “This is Merry,” he said, jerking his head at him. “He’s my flatmate.”
“Hey,” said Merry. “Good to meet you.”
“G’morning.” Sam’s gaze went warmly and inexorably back to Frodo. “You’re back soon.”
“Hm?” Frodo was leaning on one elbow, staring at Sam and evidently lost in his eyes. They were, Merry had to concede, very big and brown.
“You were just in yesterday,” Sam reminded him.
“So I was,” said Frodo. “Tulips.” Merry nudged him. “I, um. I just wanted to come back in because I wanted to talk to you, about.” He breathed out. He breathed in. He nodded at Merry. “It’s Merry’s gran’s birthday,” he said, his voice going a touch high and stilted.
“Oh my god,” said Merry to himself.
“And he was wanting to get her some flowers,” Frodo went on, “so I told him you were the person to talk to. So. Here we are.”
“Aye,” said Sam, nodding. “We do birthdays. What sort of flowers were you wanting?”
Merry looked at Frodo and considered calling him on his bullshit. He elected to show him some clemency. “What would you recommend?”
“Well,” said Sam, “what does she like?”
“I dunno,” said Merry. “Look, I’ll level with you. I’m a terrible, lazy grandson and I’d really appreciate it if you could just pick something. Preferably something inexpensive.”
Sam smacked his lips. “We have some carnations that are quite nice,” he said. “She might like those.”
“Sure,” said Merry. “I’m easy.”
“I’ll go get some,” said Sam. “Then you can decide.”
He went off into the shop. Merry shot Frodo a look as if to say what the fuck are you doing. Frodo shot him a pleading look in return as if to say fuck off, I panicked.
Aloud, Merry said, “what are carnations again?”
“Oh, you know,” said Frodo. “They’re the small ones.”
“The small ones?”
Coming back around the counter, Sam set down the flowers. “”How about these?”
“Ohh,” said Merry. “Those are carnations. Okay. Yeah, they’re fine.”
“What sort of paper do you want?” said Sam.
“Do you have any recommendations?”
“No,” said Sam flatly. “Do you want me to show you some?”
“Sure,” said Merry.
As he fetched out some paper, Merry silently reflected on the fact that he didn’t even have any grandmothers. “Yeah, I don’t know,” he said. “Frodo, what do you think she’d like?”
“The baby blue,” said Frodo, not skipping a beat.
“Cool, let’s go with that,” said Merry.
Sam began to wrap the bouquet. He kept sneaking little looks at Frodo as he did so, glancing at him under his eyelashes as if he couldn’t bear to take his eyes off him for more than a few seconds. Merry watched him. He considered the situation.
He said, “my friend thinks you’re cute.”
“Merry!” said Frodo.
Sam’s hands stilled on the tape dispenser. “Oh?”
“He wants to ask you out, but he’s too shy,” said Merry. Sam ducked his head, blushing a flustered pink.
“No,” said Frodo. “That’s not – not that I don’t think you’re cute, I just wasn’t going to – I’m not shy.”
Merry roundly ignored him. “Would it be alright if he gave you his phone number?”
“Aye,” said Sam. “That’d be alright.” He looked to Frodo, smiling a fond half-smile that dimpled one of his cheeks.
Frodo glanced at Merry, at a loss for how to respond to what was happening to him. Then turning to Sam, he said, “can I take you to dinner some time?”
“I’d like that,” said Sam, still smiling.
“Alright,” said Frodo.
“Alright,” said Sam. He set the finished bouquet on the counter. “I’m still gonna need someone to pay for this.”
Merry looked to Frodo. Frodo met his eye and said, “it’s your grandmother.”
“Oh, for –” They would have words about this later, Merry decided. He reached for his wallet. “Fine.”
“Why did you do that to me?” said Frodo on the pavement outside the shop.
“Got you a date, didn’t I?” said Merry. “Why’d you say it was my grandmother’s birthday?”
“It just came out,” said Frodo. “I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not.” Merry nodded at the carnations. “Do you want these?”
“Kind of,” said Frodo. “Yeah.”
Merry thrust them at him. “You can pay me back.”
*
He shouldered his way through the front door, his arms wrapped around a stack of library books. “Hey,” he called. “Anyone in?” There was a light on in the kitchen. He put his head around the door, and – “ah.”
On the sofa Frodo and Sam sprang apart, flustered and tousled. Sam tugged a cushion into his lap, blushing fiercely. “Merry!” said Frodo. “You’re home.”
“Yeah,” Merry agreed. He gestured vaguely at the front door with his keys. “Actually, I think I’m going to go back to the library.”
“You don’t have to leave,” said Frodo. “We can go somewhere else –”
“No no, it’s cool,” said Merry. “I study better there. I just came to drop these off.” He hefted his books. “You kids have fun. Good night.”
“Night,” said Sam, awkwardly waving.
He shut the door softly behind himself, and sighing thumped his library books down on the hall table.
On his way down the stairs, he texted Pippin. Looks like Frodo’s date went well. They’re making out on our sofa.
Cool, Pippin texted a moment lately. So drinks?
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Characters ~ Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem!Reader
Summary ~ Iwaizumi has a big crush on you, but has no idea how to talk to you without panicking. Oikawa offers an easy solution, will you find out about your secret admirer? Will you accept his affection when you find out?
Genre ~ Fluff
Warnings ~ Swearing
Word Count ~ 1.8k
A/N ~ So here it is as promised... a fic that isn’t about the loml Daichi! Had fun writing this though, want to dedicate this to @iwaxme as like a late birthday fic? Its the least i can do for you babie❤️ Hopefully i do him justice🥰 Thank you @karasu-hoes for proof reading my fic!! I really appreciate it!
Hearing the familiar squeak of volleyball shoes as you walked up to the gym was like music to your ears. You had missed this crazy bunch over the summer break. You weren’t really involved with the Aoba Johsai boys volleyball team, however you enjoyed occasionally popping to their practices. Being good friends with Watari the rest of the team welcomed you with open arms. Walking through the gym doors, Oikawa instantly noticed your presence.
‘[y/n]-channnn’ You rolled your eyes so hard you almost lost them in the back of your head, as he skipped over to you.
‘What do you want, Oinkawa?’ Throwing him a slight smirk as you made your way over to Watari.
‘Rudeeeeee [y/n]-chann’ He whines while making his way back to the other 3rd years slightly dejected.
Chatting to Watari as usual during their break you noticed an unfamiliar pair of eyes on you, usually it was just Oikawa being his weird flirty self however these weren’t his eyes, they seemed to bore through you.
Slowly turning around you locked eyes with Iwaizumi, why was he staring at you? Did you have a stain on your uniform that you didn’t know about? Luckily the minute you looked over at him he turned away, a slight pink tinting his ears. You were confused, however you brushed it off continuing your conversation with Watari. Meanwhile Iwaizumi was having an internal argument with himself, when did you get that pretty? Did that happen over summer or has he just not noticed you in this way now? Finding himself lost in thought for a good 5 minutes before snapping out of it, he had to talk to you…
Practice ending at usual time, you grabbed your stuff and got up off the bench. You were ready to walk home with Watari as usual, but before you could shout at him someone else wanted your attention.
‘Hey, [y/n]’ Iwaizumi started fairly confidently as he jogged across the gym to you.
‘Hm? Oh hey Iwaizumi what's up?’ Turning towards him and greeting him with a smile, suddenly he struggled to form a sentence, his face turning bright red. You were smiling so brightly it completely made him freak out inside, you were even more beautiful up close. Not used to feeling like this he began to panic.
‘Oh i was… i-i was just grabbing this…’ Mad at himself that he pussied out as he bent down to pick up a towel from the bag.
‘Okay… well i’ll see you tomorrow’ As you walked off to Watari, Iwaizumi was mentally cursing everything. A simple conversation, that's all it was yet he couldn’t even do that.
Luckily for Iwaizumi, Oikawa saw the whole thing. Or at least Oikawa would say it was lucky for him, seen as though Iwa-chan clearly needed some help flirting.
‘I think that is the worst i have ever seen you talk to a girl Iwa-chan’ He said, flinging an arm around his pissed looking friend.
‘Like you could have done any better shittykawa..’ He huffed, trying to calm his blush down, that was still adorning his cheeks.
‘You clearly like her, let me help you!! I can wingman you!’ Oikawa stated excitedly, although Iwaizumi wasn’t too happy with this arrangement he agreed. He needed some help if he was going to get you to notice him. The worst thing was, he craved your attention, getting you to notice him or at least laugh and be happy due to him was his main focus.
Waking up late the next day, you started to panic. Refusing to be late to school, you jumped out of bed, throwing your uniform on and basically sprinting to school. By the time you got there you had about 10 minutes to spare, sighing as you started making your way towards the lockers needing to swap some of your books around. Opening your locker you noticed a loose piece of coloured paper falling to the floor, you definitely did not put that in there. Unfolding it carefully and reading the contents you face lit up in a bright smile.
‘Look Iwa-chann she's smiling and might even be blushing slightly!! I told you it would work!’ Oikawa whispered to his friend from around the corner. Iwaizumi poked his head around the corner smiling at the sight before him, Oikawa was right. Your cheeks were lightly dusted pink and you had a huge smile on your face. Seeing you like this because of him made his heart beat out of his chest.
‘Come on Shittykawa lets get out of here before she notices us’ He had to stop himself skipping off he was that happy.
You peered around after you finished reading the note, no one looked suspicious or like this wasn’t their normal routine. The note was sweet even though it was only a couple of lines long, it was signed anonymously though. You calm down your blush as you head towards your classroom, your mind not being able to focus on anything apart from the note.
After that you could not concentrate, your mind was clouded with curiosity. Would this happen again, or was it a one time thing? Was it a boy who sent it or a girl? They must know you because how would they know your locker number..? Your friends could tell something was off but everytime they questioned it you brushed them off, saying you were just spaced out.
At practice that afternoon, as you sat on the bench as you do almost every practice, you started to catch eyes with Iwaizumi more. Giving him small smiles here and there. Has he always been that attractive? The answer was yes and you knew it, but somehow looking at him now, the way he gave you a slight smile as he was practicing spikes, it was like something had changed. Shaking your head and smiling, not like anything would happen between you both, he was way out of your league. Plus you now had a secret admirer, and if they kept leaving you notes… You would have to figure out a way to find out who they were.
For the next week Iwaizumi left short and sweet messages every morning in your locker just to see your reaction. You were still clueless who it was, and he didn’t want you to find out any time soon, what if you were disappointed it was him? He couldn’t take his mind off during practice...After all, you were extremely pretty, and he was just Oikawa’s second to girls like you. He started to get angry just at the thought, wanting to throw a volleyball straight into the back of shittykawas head. But he refrained from doing so as he spotted you walking into the gym.
~ A Couple of Weeks Later ~
This is it you thought to yourself as you woke up at the bright and early time of 6am. You were going to catch the person who had been leaving notes in your locker, for the best part of 3 weeks. Packing up all your school books, you got changed and started your walk to Aoba Johsai. It was chilly out, so much so that you could see your breath in the air. Speeding up so you could get there faster, you spotted someone walking in front of you. Fairly tall and muscular built, he was wearing what looked like your school's uniform. Wondering what he was doing heading to school this early, it suddenly hit you.
Dropping back slightly, hoping he wouldn’t notice, you began to match his pace. Making sure not to lose him, as you suspected when he got to school he went straight to your locker. Slipping something inside. Due to his winter coat you couldn’t see his features, cursing you decided to follow him as he walked off. Praying he would go to the library or something to study, however where he went surprised you.
Ducking behind a corner as he walked through the double doors to the boys gym, no way. He was one of the volleyball boys? Impossible… He wasn’t tall enough to be Oikawa, plus he would never do something like use notes. Who could it be? Unless… You shook that thought instantly out of your head. There is no way Iwaizumi, the ACE of the volleyball team was leaving you notes.
It took you 10 minutes to gather up the courage to walk into the gym and confront whoever it was, but eventually you peaked your head through the double doors. Your eyes went wide as you locked eyes with Iwaizumi, you both just standing there staring at each other in disbelief.
‘I-Iwaizumi… you’ve been leaving notes in my locker?’ You couldn’t help but sound surprised. Blushing he started to slowly make his way over to you.
‘And if i did?’ A hint of worry tinting his tone.
‘I would say…Why me?’ This was something you were genuinely curious about, he must have girls flocking to him. Why you?
Your face started to flush as you realised he looked slightly confused by your question, like there was an obvious answer you were missing.
‘[y/n]... You're smart, funny, intelligent, you never take Oikawa’s shit. Hell most girls would be falling to their knees if they even got a fraction of what you take of him… And most of all… your beautiful’ He stepped closer cupping your cheek and looking into your eyes. When you didn’t reply, mainly because you were caught up in his eyes, he panicked.
‘A-Are you happy it's me?’ He drops his hand back to his side, waiting to hear the worst.
‘You are kidding right Hajime? I’m just… You're too good for me…’ On one hand he was completely imploding inside at the use of his name, it rolled off your tongue perfectly. On the other hand, he hated the fact you didn’t think you were good enough for him, even though in his eyes, it was the other way around.
With that, he lifted your chin with his hand, getting a sudden boost of confidence, he pressed his lips against yours softly. You froze for a second, unsure of how to function, but soon enough you kissed him back, moving your arms around his neck. His lips were soft, and you enjoyed the kiss while it lasted. It wasn’t long before he pulled away a small smile on his face.
‘Is that enough proof that you are good enough for me? More than good enough for me… your perfect…’
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Doves | Shelby! Reader
Isaiah Jesus x Shelby! sister reader
Warnings: swearing, smut and a whole lot of fluff
Request: Can I ask for more Isiah x reader maybe where he’s got a playboy personality but he ends up just being a total dork around reader (could be Shelby!reader or not, I don’t mind either way)
word count: 2.6k
As a Shelby you were naturally rough around the edges.
You and your twin brother Finn grew up surrounded by danger, guns, and the fair share of blood shed by and from your older brothers – never really been taught how to be soft and gentle.
Finn’s best friend, Isaiah Jesus, however is a man of many characteristics – you knew that. But it was as though his favourite was being a ladies charmer. It seemed like every time you, Finn, your cousin Michael and Isaiah went for drinks, the boy found himself a new lady.
That night was no different – a petite blonde girl, with perfectly curled hair and a silky pink dress was perked upon his lap as he whispered nothings in her ear. You recognised her from when you went to school, Dorothy Hanaghan, the girl who used to pull your pigtails and kick the back of your chair until you got fed up and almost stabbed her hand with a pencil.
Your heart broke a little as you watched the interaction from behind your glass of whiskey in the private Shelby booth in the Garrison. You had naturally developed a crush on the Jesus boy; spending as much time with him as you did with Finn – maybe even more.
You fell in love with the way he would help tie the laces of your boots when you were in a rush to go out and help with the illegal side of business, or how he would make sure to carry a ribbon on his right wrist incase you wanted to tie your hair up.
You fell in love with his eyes that were coloured amber and when the sun hit them just right they resembled the gold that people spent years desperately trying to pull from the ground.
You fell in love with how his hands always held yours with nothing but tenderness although his palms were calloused and rough. The way his laugh would fill any room and his tiny freckles that coated his cheeks and the bridge of his nose – the small details that others wouldn’t take time to notice.
You fell in love with how completely thoughtful and astonishing Isaiah Jesus was – and foolishly believed he felt the same about you.
Reaching for the bottle of alcohol in between both you and Finn who was talking to Harry, the bartender and Michael, the poor men nodding along with the youngest Shelby’s argument over why filly’s were better than mares.
Your hand reached into the pocket of Finn’s disregarded coat for a cigarette and lighter; finding both easily. Not bothering to pour the alcohol into a glass, you took a swig straight from the bottle, lighting the cigarette in between your fingers – switching between smoking and drinking.
Your eyes refused to listen to your brain that was telling you not to look past the door – your attention naturally being drawn to the boy who had your entire heart in his hands and he had no idea. His wide grin lit up his features as he playfully nipped Dorothy’s neck, her laugh echoing throughout the Garrison – a painful reminder that he wasn’t yours.
Clasping the nose of the bottle in your left hand so tight it almost shattered, you felt a single tear slide down your cheek, quickly putting the bottle down to wipe it away. You didn’t notice Michael’s eyes that were intently watching you, his gaze darting between you and Isaiah in the booth outside – the desperate urge to go over to Isaiah and slap him silly fuelling his body.
To Michael, Isaiah had to be the dumbest, blindest and possibly most pathetic man he had ever met. Every time the pair got together without the presence of a Shelby, Isaiah always found himself ranting to best friend about something ‘utterly adorable’ that you had done that day or always found a way to bring you up in conversation.
Isaiah was in love with you and you were in love with him – but you were both too stubborn to admit it to each other.
Sighing, Michael could only watch as you downed half the bottle of whiskey before you stood up and left the pub without so much of a goodbye. His head turned to look at his best friend who’s features turned into a frown as his eyes followed you; his attention being pulled back to Dorothy who placed her hand on his cheek.
Stupid. Fucking stupid idiots in love, he thought.
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It had been a week since the events in the pub, and while you tried your hardest to ignore Isaiah, you had ultimately found yourself once again back to square one.
Tommy had called for a family meeting, the Shelby house being full of life to celebrate Michael joining the legitimate side of the business. Food covered the table, Arthur singing some song that he had learnt from a lass that sung at the Garrison on Saturday.
John was trying to sing along with the eldest Shelby sibling, failing since he didn’t know the words – laughter and bright smiles on everybody's faces. A rare but welcome sight.
You watched from the top of the stairs, you couldn’t help the grin growing on your face at your family. You had taken a little longer than usual to get ready since everyone was planning to take the celebrations elsewhere after eating.
Your red dress clung to your body perfectly, the lace covering your skin in the prettiest of ways. Ada had pinned your hair up and done your makeup – your red lipstick making a statement.
“We’re going to find you a man,” she suggestively wiggled her brows, a teasing tone in her voice. Your laughter easily slipping through your painted lips.
“Ada!” Your aunt playfully scolded from her position on the chair in the corner of your room, your older sister discreetly rolling her eyes – but not discreetly enough for your aunt who seemed to have eyes in the back of her head.
“Who knows, maybe Isaiah will finally make his move,” Ada grinned, causing you to flush and look away from her stare in the mirror.
Shaking your head, you weakly mumbled out a “he doesn’t like me like that,” because it was true. Wasn’t it?
You didn’t see the frustrated looks Polly and Ada shared while you began to clean up your makeup on the vanity. They, like the rest of your family, could see how infatuated both you and Isaiah were with each other – the only two too blind to also see it was the both of you.
“Put on some shoes,” Polly squeezed your shoulders, both her and Ada leaving your room. “We’ll meet you downstairs when you’re ready.”
That was almost ten minutes ago, the celebrations already in full swing as you finally made your entrance. Your heels clicked against the floor as you entered the dining room, everyones eyes turning towards you.
“Y/N!” Arthur boomed, already pretty drunk. “Don’t yer’ look fuckin’ dashing, she looks dashing doesn’t she John.” He slapped the boy to his rights chest.
John only grinned at you and let out a “she sure fucking does, wonder who she’s dressed up for, hmm?”
Snickering at their theatrics, you walked over to Michael who was stood next to Polly – shovelling ham into his mouth like it was going out of fashion.
“Congratulations cousin, finally apart of the business” you grinned, as he pulled you into a side hug. “And brothers, who said I wasn’t dressed up for myself? A lady can look nice just because she wants to.”
It seemed like the entire family let out a sarcastic ‘sure’ before the kitchen door swung open, both Finn and Isaiah walking through with drinks in their hands. Isaiah’s eyes immediately landed on you, the flustered boy almost tripping over his own feet at as he stared at you; his drink spilling over the edge of the glass and onto his freshly polished shoes.
Snorting, Finn gave Isaiah a pat on the shoulder as the rest of your family tried their hardest to hide their laughter – Isaiah’s eyes never leaving the picture perfect sight in front of him, his mouth opening and closing in shock.
Giving him a soft smile, you sheepishly waved in his direction while Isaiah forced himself to recover. You looked absolutely ravishing – just as perfect as the doves that were described in the Holy Gospel.
“Right!” Tommy interrupted the silent teasing going on around you, holding his arms out wide before heading towards the front door. “Who wants to go get some drinks?”
With cheers from everyone, the family began to make their way out of the house, Ada’s arm linked with yours as you lifted your hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. Your fingers grazed against your earlobe and your heart sunk a little when you realised you had forgotten to put in your earrings.
Stopping your steps, you pulled your arm from Ada’s while she questioned you, catching the attention of everyone.
“Forgot my earrings,” you hastily replied, backtracking to make it back into the house. “Go along, I’ll meet you all there.”
Hearing your conversation, Michael nudged Isaiah in the ribs gesturing towards you as you began to walk back into the house. Realising what his friend was suggesting, Isaiah began to follow you – nodding towards your family.
“I’ll walk with her, make sure she gets there safe. Go without us.” He spoke up, waving his hand up as if it was nothing before following you inside.
Michael could only grin as Tommy spoke up, everyone watching Isaiah practically leap to catch up with you.
“You’re not half as bad of a wingman that you are as a pain in the ass, Michael,” Tommy teased, pulling the boy into a headlock as everyone began to walk towards the Garrison – a mutually understanding that Isaiah was finally going to admit his harboured feelings.
“Drinks are on me if they finally fuck!” John placed the bet, running towards the pub as Polly scolded him for being so crass.
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“You didn’t have to do that,” you looked towards Isaiah as you began riffling through your jewellery box for the earrings that your mother had passed down to you.
Leaning against your shut door, Isaiah shrugged a little before meeting your eyes across the room. His grey suit tightening around his arms as he crossed them over his chest – the soft light from the candles causing his skin to have a soft glow to it. He was ethereal.
“Do what?”
“You know what,” your reply was brief, before you continued. “You didn’t have to wait for me, you could’ve gone to celebrate. I can walk there on my own.”
“I ain’t risking some drunk getting a look at a beautiful girl like you, wearing that number while walking alone. He would believe he has a shot and I don’t want to think about what he will do to get it.”
Wiping a hand under his nose, you noticed that he was nervous by the way he kept bouncing on the heels of his feet - fingers picking at the thread of his coat; something he usually did before a big job.
“Isaiah?” You whispered, walking towards the boy who was avoiding your gaze. “What’s wrong?”
Grunting, Isaiah lifted his head as you stood a few feet in front of him, his hand raising before weakly falling back to his side before he slipped his hand into the pocket of his pants.
“Michael told me to just get it over with,” he spoke, frustration coating his words. “But fuck, I don’t think I can do it.”
“Hey,” you began softly, pulling his attention to you but taking his face in your hands. “You can tell me anything, we’re best friends.”
“That’s just it, innit? We’re friends when I don’t want to be fucking friends.”
Abruptly pulling your hands away, Isaiah’s eyes widened as he was quick to catch your hands in his larger ones – voice desperate.
“No not like that, I–” he stopped himself, voice lowering. “I don’t want to be your friend because I want to be more. I’ve loved you for a really long fucking time, never thought you liked me so I didn’t tell you; settling for just being us. Being friends.”
Your mouth fell open at his admission, they were the words you wanted to hear for the longest time but you couldn’t help the small part of apprehension that crept into your mind.
“But what about all those other girls?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.
“Distractions,” he huffed, ashamed of himself. “Originally I was trying to make you jealous, but when I didn’t see you show any sign of actually being jealous it kind of just turned into a way to distract myself from the way I felt for you. I’m a complete fool in love around you, Y/N Shelby. ”
“You should’ve just told me. I’ve been in love with you since Finn introduced us and you picked me a bouquet of weeds from the lawn to introduce yourself. I love you Isaiah Jesus.”
It was as if the words falling from your mouth finally lit the match that was within Isaiah, his hands moving to grasp your cheeks before he smashed his lips onto yours.
The kiss was fuelled with passion. It was one that had been expressed a thousand times between the pair of you by your eyes. It was without warning, almost as if every part of a dull star was burning bright again. It was so very yours.
One of Isaiah’s hands moved to grip your hip, the other remaining on your cheek as he began to walk you backward towards your bed. Your hands running up and down his chest as you were encased by him – you never wanted the feeling of finally being so complete, two souls colliding, to end.
Pulling away briefly, Isaiah began to pepper kisses down your neck as you pushed off his coat. His fingers played with the zipper of your dress before he rested his forehead on yours, lust filled eyes looking into your eyes for permission.
Nodding, you breathlessly urged him on. “Take it off, sia.”
“Are you sure?”
You could barely form the word, but a soft, ‘yes’ left your lips as he met you in a chaste kiss, pushing down the zip.
“Good,” he mumbled against your mouth, voice horse. “It looks stunning on you, but it’d look even better on the floor.”
Jumping out of the dress once it fell to a heap on the ground, you wrapped your legs around Isaiah’s waist as he kicked off his pants – your hands hastily unbuttoning his shirt before he clumsily tossed it across the room.
Walking until his legs hit the edge of your bed, Isaiah carefully laid you down as he climbed over you – hands eagerly exploring each others bodies as you both let out moans of ‘I love you,’ into the others ear.
It wasn’t long until Isaiah had you withering beneath him, your nails leaving scratches down his defined back; his lips marking their territory amongst your chest as you both reached your highs. He made love to you, so passionately that you swore you could die then and there but would’ve already gone to heaven.
Laying with your head on his chest as you caught your breath, Isaiah ran his hands through your hair, pressing gentle kisses to the crown of your head every few seconds.
You were finally his and he was finally yours – and it was safe to say that after you finally entered the Garrison, john had to meet his end of the promise he made; multiple drinks being bought on his tab.
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Boyfriend headcanons for Riddle and Azul
Anon asked: Hi!!! if it's not too much trouble can I ask for Riddle and Azul boyfriend headcannons? just full of fluff and kisses! Thank you so much and I'm so excited to read your writing ♡
Of course Anon, you are my first request so I may have been a little too excited and wrote a lot. It's more focused on the start of the relationship but I hope you will enjoy it!
Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle was a surprise for you. His appearance is not particularly intimidating but when you heard him speak for the first time you knew he was someone who inspired respect for a reason.
Slightly intimidated, you didn’t talk to him that much because you were afraid you might inadvertently break one of the rules
Still, at every Unbirthday Party you couldn’t help but look at him sip his tea with a pleased look on his face. It was different from the usual annoyed Riddle who couldn’t bear anyone who disobeyed one of the 810 rules
Then, you were chosen to play croquet with him.
You had already seen students play using the flamingo, but doing it yourself was something else.
You tried to talk with it, whispering words like « please, I really don’t want to make Riddle angry, can you stiffen up ? ». Looks like you’re really pretty because it doesn’t want to stop looking at you.
"He seems to like you. It’s important to have good communication with the flamingos." you heard Riddle say
He helped you with your flamingo and showed you how to hit the hedgehog into the hoop.
You tried to follow his advice and felt so proud when you got the hedgehog into the first hoop !
You caught Riddle’s eye and when you saw the smile he had on his face you knew you were doomed. That’s it, you had a crush on Heartslabyul’s dorm leader.
After loads of "hey Riddle ! Can you help me with this homework ? I don’t really understand what I am supposed to do...", you finally caught his heart.
One evening, while you were trying to come up with a plan to declare your love for Riddle, Trey asked you to follow him. You knew he was close with Riddle and someone you could place your trust in, so you accepted.
He led you in the garden filled with roses. And there, illuminated by candlelight, Riddle was sitting at a table. The chair in front of him empty.
Your heart skipped a beat. You thought you could die there, in front of a very red Riddle.
Best wingman Trey was the waiter, he played his role perfectly and knew how to be discreet.
"So… I think you know why we are here." It was hard to see in that dim place, but you were sure you'd never seen that boy so red. "… I’ve seen you worth as a student but also as a friend. It’s still a bit hard for me to be upfront with my feelings and I may not always be quite a person with who it’s easy to open up. Though, thanks to you, I’m slowing becoming a better version of myself. And it feels good to have someone who support you so wholeheartedly...Of course Trey and others are really important for me, but with you it’s not the same. You are different."
You two sat down against a tree, holding hand and whereas your lips were reaching out to meet each other, you murmured: "I love you Riddle, I’ll always be there when you need me". The promise was sealed with a kiss.
From this point, stolen kisses in the corners of the halls just became a habit. You don’t want to give other students a bad example, don’t you ?
You didn’t need to say anything to the others for them toknow, the way the distance between the two of you had became so small when you are studying together speaks for itself.
No more watching him from afar, now you are with him as most as you can. It is not like you lost you independence but more like you’re honoring the promise you made. Riddle was having a rough time, it is a difficult thing to understand that your parents are not always as good for you as you thought they were.
Bedtime was past, but confessions don't wait. And when Riddle sent you a message saying that he needed you to come to his room you couldn’t care less about those stupid rules
You comforted him as best as you could, whispering sweets nothings in his ear.
He eventually fell asleep as you were stroking his head.
At that moment, you knew you would always protect him from every bad things that would keep you from seeing his smile.
Azul Ashengrotto
Everybody always told you to stay away from the Octavinelle students. After all, they are just a bunch of sneaky people that you should never trust.
At first you believed them, you saw how some of them would isolate students to get them to sign contracts and you knew better than be one those poor souls.
You were wary of Azul especially. He wasn’t the dorm leader for nothing and judging by the rumors : his reputation wasn't built on lie. -Perplexed, that’s how you felt when he came to you. To be honest, you expected him to send Jade or Floyd.
You waited for him to propose you a deal for whatever reason since it was obviously the reason he asked you to come to the café in the first place. You were curious and in need of nothing, that’s why you said yes.
However, you were dumbfounded when he asked you to work for the café as a waitress.
"I thought a lot about this : you are easy to trust, neither too shy nor too lound and you are known to be someone people can trust. All of this combined leads to the comfort of the customers hence their trust and loyalty to the café"
You learned not to trust the students from Octavinelle : "I’m flattered but i won’t take part in your little schemes"
"There's a misunderstanding. I don't want you to help me get more contracts signed. I'm talking about attracting more customers, believe me on this: this place means a lot to me. Of course, every job deserves a salary..."
You thought about your family and the money ; you said yes. You are level-headed, it's not like they're gonna have you that easily.
You job at the café was great you realised after some weeks, you could meet new people when you felt like doing the conversation and it was definitively becoming the HQ of your friends.
Azul payed you well and you appreciated his company. Sure, his deals and business were above everything else for him, but the talks you had wih him could last hours without you feeling bored or wanting to just cut it out.
When he told you that he played the piano you immediatly asked for a private recital.
You had to asked multiple times but eventually he accepted ! (you can thanks Jade and Floyd)
In the music club room, when no one else was there, he let you sat next to him and started to play.
The melody was soft and Azul’s gesture precise.
While you were listening to the music that was playing Azul, the intimacy of the situation striked you. Your shoulders were almost touching and the atmosphere created by the tune only reinforced this feeling.
Lost in thoughts, you didn’t realize that Azul had stopped to play and was looking at you.
You lifted your head towards him and neither of you said anything, like if words could shatter this moment.
" I...I need to go back to the dorm… someo- a friend needs my help for some homeworks" you said confused
"No problem, see you at the café as usual" something is in tone made your heart beats faster.
After the recital, everything changed. Azul was way more talktative with you and you could feel someone watching over you as you were taking orders from customers.
Azul hugged you so as to thanks you for all your hard work and as you embraced him, just before letting go. Your eyes met and youmovedforwards. Your lips met an atonished Azul who kissed you back.
" I didn’t know you had that in you." blush blush blush
Let’s just say that you started to spend way more time working as a waitress. Damn you if you didn’t try to help Azul to have more deals.
And damn Azul if he didn’t make stupid deals with you such as "I will help you to have better grades if you give me a kiss"
Apparently the rumor that Octavinelle's dorm leader has a pretty good partner is not just gossip
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#riddle rosehearts#riddle rosehearts x reader#heartslabyul#azul ashengrotto#azul ashengrotto x reader#octavinelle#twts#twisted wonderland headcanon
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Strawberry Milk | knj
Summary: At a young age Namjoon was taught not to cry over spilt milk, but he wasn’t taught how to speak to girls.
Bet!AU | word-count: 4.4k
Kim Namjoon x Reader: fluff, pining, slowish burn, mutual feelings, clumsy namjoon, soft reader, photography student namjoon, painter reader, cute settings and again, fluff
A/N this was my first request on this blog and I got excited and began writing ,,, haha !!! I hope it’s enjoyable reading as much it was writing ! have a nice night/day and stay safe !! ´･ᴗ･`
“You’ve had a crush on her for how long?”
The playful tone in Jin’s voice seemed to irk Namjoon, it made him want to throw his cupcake at the boy—but he also wanted to eat his cupcake, so he groaned instead.
It wasn’t his fault you were out of his league.
“Have you ever spoke to her?” Jin added with a smug face.
Namjoon rolled his eyes while fidgeting with the straw that came with his strawberry milk. Of course, he’d spoken to you before, exactly fifty-four times... in his dreams.
Okay, so maybe he hadn’t spoken to you in person, but dreams counted too, right? Ugh, it didn’t even matter, dream realm you was as close as he was going to get.
“Dude, look,” Jin chirped up again and Namjoon wanted to so badly shove his dessert into his friend's mouth. “Jungkook is speaking to her.”
Jin’s words were quick to make him turn around to see if he was telling the truth, and unfortunately, he was. Jungkook was so lucky, he was a freshman, he was good at sports and singing and dancing and drawing.
It made him envy the younger boy.
“Everything comes so easily to him.”
That was the first time Namjoon had said anything since he sat down at the table for lunch.
Even though his eyebrows were furrowed and lips puckered, he couldn’t bring himself to hate the younger male.
Jungkook was a sweetheart and he had a special place in Namjoon’s heart.
“You should use this as your chance to speak to y/n,” Jin spoke out with a mouthful of noodles. “He’d make a great wingman.”
Instead of responding to the wide-shouldered man, Namjoon stared at him and his puffed out cheeks in disgust.
He’d lost count at the number of times he’d told the older male not to chew with his mouth full. Jin didn’t listen, nor care.
Food was food, and it was delicious.
“Hey, Namjoon!” Chirped a cheerful voice behind him. “You know y/n, right?”
Namjoon choked on his strawberry milk at the sound of your name, he hastily grabbed a few napkins from his tray before turning around only to be greeted with a bunny smile and you.
You and your beautiful smile.
He felt his heart start beating fast, drumming his ears—getting louder and louder. It was beginning to get hard to breathe, he’d never been so close to you before.
Namjoon thought he was going to spontaneously combust.
“Hi, Namjoon,” you chuckled at the awe-struck expression on his face. “We have scie—“
“Science lab together,” interrupted the male—who now had pink milk drooling down his chin. “I didn’t think you knew who I was.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you noticed the mess on his chin. There was no hesitation in your movements as you took a napkin from his hand and wiped the remaining milk.
Namjoon’s cheeks were on fire.
“How could I not know who you are?” You asked in a playful tone. “You’re one of the smartest kids at this college.”
Jungkook was now sniggering at the shock on his friends face, he’d been meaning to introduce you to Namjoon, he just hadn’t had the chance to.
Until now that is.
“Excuse my clumsy friend,” Jin commented with a shake of his head. “He’s not slept for a solid three days.”
Another laugh parted your lips, and it was music to Namjoon’s ears.
“It’s okay,” you told them, a soft smile spread across your rosy lips. “I just wanted to introduce myself to Namjoon before asking him about being lab partners.”
Honestly, Namjoon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was no way you wanted to be his partner, the guy who can’t even swallow strawberry milk properly.
Maybe he was dreaming.
However, that question was answered when he heard Yoongi call your name. Asking you to come back to the table to finish your lunch, Yoongi was another male he envied.
“I should go and stop stealing your free time,” you said, clasping your hands behind your back. “It was nice meeting you formally, Namjoon. I’ll see you later.”
You thanked Jungkook for introducing the two of you before leaving to go back to your table. There was a happy smile on your face and a skip in your step and Namjoon swore he died and went to heaven that day.
ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
“Will you help me with my maths assignment later?”
Taehyung. Kim Taehyung, your favourite cousin and best friend, was always asking you for help—even in subjects you didn’t take, for example, maths.
“Tae, you know I can’t help you,” the tone in your voice was sweet as always, but there was a hint of strictness. “I haven’t done maths since high school.”
A long and agitated groan parted Taehyung’s lips, he was close to crying—frustrated that he couldn’t understand a single thing he was being taught.
His mum, your aunt, told him that he wouldn’t be allowed to hang out with his friends if he failed another test. She was going to take away his freedom and you weren’t helping him from preventing that.
It broke his heart.
“Can you at least look at the problems?” He begged, eyes dewy and sad. “You do science! That’s got to involve some kind of mathematics.”
A chuckle left your throat when you noticed his quivering lip, it made you feel sorry for him. However, you weren’t saying no to be mean, you genuinely couldn’t help him.
“Honey, I’ve told you a million times that it’s just an extra class to make up for being an art major,” you reminded him while moving his fridge away from his eyes. “We make presentations about dirt, it’s nothing too challenging.”
Taehyung knew that he’d heard it a million times and still didn’t listen. To be honest, you were the only one he could ask for help—besides his lecturer, but she scared him.
A sigh parted his lips as he set his head on the wooden table, “I’m going to fail... Again.”
You shook your head at his whiny tone before continuing with your painting. The flowers in the vase were beginning to droop, it made you wish you’d taken a photograph of the still life beforehand.
Photograph...? Photography!
“Kim Namjoon,” you squealed making Taehyung jump in his seat next to you. “Namjoon, can help you!”
“Isn’t he a photography major?”
A lighthearted laugh escaped your lungs in excitement, proud that you’d thought of him all on your own.
“He’s the smartest person I know,” you gushed, cheeks turning red as you spoke about him. “Jungkook introduced me to him at lunch today. He’s such a lovely boy.”
Taehyung wasn’t sure if you were doing this for him, or yourself. Either way, he thought it was adorable that you had a crush on the biggest geek in school.
The geek and the painter. He smiled.
“Do you think he’ll help me?”
You hastily nodded your head in absolute certainty that Kim Namjoon would be able to help Kim Taehyung.
More so, the thought of being able to see him more often—instead of once a week, made your heart melt like butter.
Taehyung’s deep chuckle reverberated through the empty studio, drawing you out of your dream-like state.
“I’ll ask him for you in science lab tomorrow,” you smiled, mood suddenly growing more positive.
The flowers in the vase also suddenly looked more lively than before. Taehyung reclined his head on his hand and watched you begin to paint again, this time with rosy cheeks and a light heart.
ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
It was raining when you left your apartment, umbrella hoisted up, you tried your best to keep your art folder dry. However, it was a bit difficult when it was half the size of you.
Luckily, the campus was only a ten-minute walk away.
“Do you need a hand?”
You were startled by the sudden voice behind you, but when you turned to see who it was, your beating heart began slowing down and a smile crept over your lips instead.
Kim Namjoon, tall and as handsome as ever, was walking behind you with a broken umbrella. It made you laugh to yourself, yet it was so like him that it didn’t even surprise you.
The male was known for breaking his things.
“I would love some help,” you gushed, cold cheeks suddenly heating up with the proximity. “Thank you.”
Namjoon smiled in return, displaying his dimples for everyone to see, “don’t even worry about it.”
It made you smile, that you, out of everyone on campus, got to walk alongside Kim Namjoon. He was even better looking up close—not that you were staring or anything, that would be weird.
The broken umbrella, that he gripped so tightly onto, caught your eye once more and it made you curious.
“How did you break your umbrella?”
Namjoon visibly jumped at the sudden sound of your voice, he was kind of hoping you wouldn’t speak to him. Especially since his mind didn’t function normally around you.
It was embarrassing.
“Well... I pushed it open too hard and the top part just flew off,” he laughed in shame, eyes watching for puddles on the ground. “I decided to duck tape it back on. No point in a new one when it works perfectly fine.”
A soft chuckle parted your lips, Namjoon had a nice voice and it made you realise that you could listen to him talk for hours and hours.
“Hey, Namjoon?” You quirked back up, umbrella hitting against his every so often. “Can I ask you for a favour?”
It was silent for a few seconds, the rain became louder and the cars faster as the two of you focused back on the path ahead.
Namjoon took a deep breath.
“Of course, you can.”
To be honest, you didn’t think he would say yes, so his response caught you off guard. But only for a split second as you reminded yourself that you were helping Taehyung.
“My cousin, Kim Taehyung,” you began explaining, soft tone harmonising with the rain. “Is bad at maths and I was wondering if you could tutor him?”
Namjoon’s heart began racing once again, the thought of you thinking about him to help your cousin caused his insides to melt. It made him so happy he thought he was going to burst into a million, tiny pieces.
You peeked up at him from the corner of your eye and felt your cheeks grow hotter when you saw the huge grin across his lips.
“Yeah,” he squeaked, quickly clearing his throat to speak again. “Ye—Yeah, of course, I’ll help.”
A huge smile spread across your lips at his response, you would’ve hugged him there and then, but decided not to. Too afraid it would make him feel uncomfortable, so you thanked him over a hundred times instead.
Namjoon’s cheeks only grew redder.
“Thank you again, Namjoon,” you chirped, eyes disappearing into a breathtaking smile.
“I told you to stop thanking me.”
His voice was small and shy as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, eyes staring at the, now very wet, untied laces on his trainers.
“I know, but this time I was thanking you for walking me to my studio.”
Namjoon’s eyes snapped back up, he didn’t notice time had passed so quickly. It made him a little sad that he had to say goodbye and go to his studio, but really, he was over the moon that he got to spend time with you.
He handed you your folder with another smile before you bid him goodbye, reminding him that you would see each other later in the science lab.
ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
“You walked her to her studio?”
Jin was in shock, he never once thought Namjoon would grow a pair and spend time with you. He was even more shocked that you had asked him, of all people, to help your cousin.
Some would say he was in disbelief.
“C’mon,” Namjoon whined like a child being deprived candy. “Shouldn’t you be happy for me?”
The broad-shouldered man realised that maybe he was overreacting, he just didn’t think Namjoon had the guts to approach you. This, however, put an idea in his head take his new friendship with you a little further.
“I bet you can’t ask her out on a date,” Jin smirked.
Namjoon scoffed at his friends, offended that he thought he couldn’t do such a thing. His newfound confidence had gone to his head, but that didn’t stop him from arguing with his best friend.
“I bet I can.”
That was when Jungkook joined the table, he was confused to why Namjoon and Jin were having such an intense staring competition.
Luckily, before he could ask, Hoseok piped up, “Namjoon finally spoke to y/n today,” he bit into his cold and soggy chip. “Jin bet he can’t ask her on a date.”
Jungkook slowly nodded his head, eyes moving from Hobi’s cheery smile to Namjoon’s flaring nostrils. This wasn’t going to end well.
“Just ask her out without a bet Namjoon.”
The youngest male’s voice broke the intense competition, now with water eyes, Namjoon stared at the younger one in confusion.
“What’s wrong with a bet?” He asked, piercing his strawberry milk carton with his straw. “If anything, I think it would help me ask her.”
Jungkook shrugged his shoulders and remained quiet. You were a nice girl, not overly popular, but friends with everyone— he just didn’t want you to get hurt by Namjoon’s stupid bet.
“What do you get if you ask her and win the bet?” Hoseok asked, completely disregarding what the younger male had said.
“He gets the girl,” Jin answered. “If he loses, I get 20$.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes, the bet was nothing but a stepping stone— a challenge even, so he didn’t know why Jungkook was acting the way he was.
He would never do anything to hurt you.
ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
Science lab was as boring as usual, a yawn escaped your lips as you began to pack your things away. Thankfully, it was the end of a long day, so you could finally go home and relax.
Namjoon, on the other hand, was standing awkwardly at the door, mind contemplating what to say and how not to utterly embarrass himself.
That didn’t go too well when you approached him.
“Namjoon, are you okay?”
The smile on your face was kind and endearing and he felt his heart get stuck in his throat. All be could manage out was an incoherent noise while nodding his head and turning a deep shade of red.
It made you laugh.
“Would you like to walk together?” You asked, hand clutching the bag on your shoulder while the other held your umbrella. “There’s a small cafe we can stop before going home.”
Were you asking him on a date? Had you beat him to it? This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Namjoon sighed and the smile on your face fell when he hadn’t said anything.
“We don’t have to—“
Namjoon quickly shouted no to stop you from finishing that sentence, that only made you confused, more so, you had no idea why he was acting like this when he was fine this morning.
“I would love to go to the cafe with you,” he muttered shyly, hand rubbing the back of his neck while he stared at his trainers. “I just... I had kind of planned to ask you first.”
His words caused a smile to appear on your lips while your cheeks added a blush of their own.
“It’s okay,” you assured. “You can ask first next time.”
Namjoon gasped making you laugh, there was going to be a next time? Did you want to spend more time with him? He was so shocked that he didn’t even notice you started walking.
Of course, it didn’t take him long to catch up.
Unfortunately, it was still raining. It had been raining all day, but you didn’t mind, in fact, you always found the rain soothing and quite enjoyed the dreary weather.
“Hey, what happened to your umbrella?”
Namjoon stared at you in confusion before realising you were talking to him, “I broke it again. It’s the bin.”
You noticed how embarrassed he was, but you tonight it was cute, “it’s okay, we can share mine.”
The male was hesitant at first, he didn’t think he could handle his beating heart with you so close to him. With the scent of your perfume filling his senses and thoughts of you taking over his mind, he thought he would pass out.
Still, there was no hesitation in your actions as you handed him the umbrella and coiled your arm through his to keep him close.
“Shall we?” You smiled taking his breath away.
Namjoon simply nodded his head before leading the way like the gentleman that he was.
The walk was nice, it was peaceful, the roads weren’t too busy and the rain went perfectly with the whole romantic anime love scene he pictured over a hundred times.
But, let’s be honest, Namjoon watches too many anime romance comedies for his good. There was no way you would share a kiss in the rain or work in a maid café and then force him to keep your secret.
Although, that would be pretty cool.
“That’s the cafe!” You beamed when you spotted the small corner-shop building. “It’s my favourite place to go to.”
Namjoon smiled as he followed you inside, he was careful to close the umbrella and place it in the stand next to the door.
The cafe was small but cosy and comfortable, there was a strong scent of ground coffee mixed with caramel syrup and it smelt delicious.
Looking at the menu Namjoon noticed the variations on milkshakes they had, the strawberry sticking out, in particular, made him feel quite excited.
“What are you getting?” You asked.
Namjoon pointed at the menu, “strawberry milkshake.”
To be honest, you thought he would choose a coffee, but you thought it was utterly adorable that he decided to go for a milkshake.
“I think I’ll get the same—“
“No,” Namjoon interrupted. “Let me. My treat.”
You blushed at the sweet yet subtle endearment before shyly letting him know that you were going to find a table to sit at.
When Namjoon joined you, he had two tall glasses of pink milk topped with whipped cream, sprinkles and a cherry. It looked delicious.
“Thank you,” you smiled sweetly, before taking a sip and letting it melt down your throat. “It’s really good.”
When you glanced back up at the male across from you, you couldn’t help but laugh. Somehow he’d gotten whipped cream on his nose, he was so clumsy.
“Here,” you said as you handed him a napkin. “For your nose.”
Namjoon hastily reached for the tissue before cleaning his nose, very embarrassed that he’d made a mess of himself in front of you again.
Although, you didn’t seem to mind.
The rest of the time in the cafe was spent talking about interests, as well as, what Taehyung needed help with.
You learnt that Namjoon was a really good listener, you learnt that he had so much to say and so much going through his mind, you learnt that he wanted to know every little thing about the world that he could, but your favourite thing that you learnt about him was that, Kim Namjoon, loved crabs.
It was one of the nicest afternoons you’d had in a while, and it made you hope that there would be more to come as your feelings for the dimpled male-only grew.
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“So, you’ve already been on a date?”
Jungkook was surprised at how quickly everything was falling in place for you two.
“I don’t think it was a date,” Jin added truthfully. “I think it was more like two friends hanging out.”
Namjoon glared at the older male before sighing in defeat, he wasn’t wrong. Neither of you established what yesterday was, so it could have been anything.
It did make him wonder what you thought it was, maybe it was just a, ‘getting to know you,’ kind of thing. Other than that, he probably should have asked for your number so he could ask you out on a real date.
“This isn’t going as well as I thought it was.”
Jungkook chuckled at his older friends puckered lips and dewy eyes, “it’s going better than we all thought it would though.”
Jin agreed, mouth once again full of food, “yeah, it’s going well between you two.”
Namjoon seemed to lighten up by this statement, it was going well now that he thought about it. You’d even smiled and waved at him this morning while talking to your friends.
“I think he’s falling in love.”
Namjoon turned around to an unfamiliar voice, behind him there was a young male with long black hair, accompanied by another male with blonde hair.
“Kim Namjoon?” He asked with a boxy smile. “I’m Kim Taehyung, my cousin told me that you would help me with maths.”
Namjoon slowly nodded his head, “that’s right.”
Jungkook seemed to pipe up at the sight of the two boys standing behind Namjoon, he knew them from football and thought they were hilarious.
“Hey, Jimin!” He yelled seeing the short male standing quietly behind Taehyung. “Come sit.”
Jimin did as he was asked while Tae continued to speak to Namjoon.
“I’m free this evening and tomorrow,” he said, letting the boy with the box-like smile know when he would be able to help him. “If you give me your number we can arrange a time?”
Taehyung sighed in agitation, “my mum took my phone, said I can’t have it back until I pass my class,” he explained. “But I can give you y/ns.”
Namjoon slowly nodding his head, he would be able to get your number which meant he could ask you on a date, but also meant that he could text you every day and night.
“Don’t worry,” the young boy added before leaving the older male with your number. “I won’t tell her you’re in love with her.”
Namjoon felt his insides explode.
ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
It was another day in the studio, however, this time you had Yoongi as company. Taehyung said he was busy with tutoring after making plans with Namjoon—over your phone.
“So, when the two of you went to the cafe,” Yoongi piped up out of nowhere. “Was it a date, date or just a date.”
A light chuckle parted your lips before turning to stare at your bored friend, “it wasn’t anything like that.”
Yoongi clicked his tongue.
“We’re just friends,” you added.
But the male sitting on the tattered old couch didn’t seem too pleased with your answer. He’d spent days on end listening to you talk about this guy, and how you feel about him—it was ridiculous.
Yoongi groaned in frustration.
“Why not just confess how you feel?”
His remark made you drop your paintbrush, splattering little bits of green pigment across the already messy floor.
“I can’t do that,” you told him before picking up your brush and swirling it in water. “I don’t want to scare him away.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes at your words before slowly getting off the couch. He wasn’t happy with you, you never stepped out of your comfort zone for anything and then complained about being bored.
“Have you seen the way he looks at you?”
You shook your head, trying to ignore what he was saying.
“Okay, listen,” he sighed, hands crossed over his chest. “If you tell him how you feel, I’ll buy you lunch until summer break.”
“Is that a bet, Yoongi?”
He nodded his head, “if you don’t, you can never talk about Namjoon to me ever again.”
You scoffed in offence before throwing the paintbrush towards him, “you’re on!”
A chuck parted Yoongi’s lips and he moved to sit back down.
“Hurry up and finish your painting, I want to go home.”
You rolled your eyes.
ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
Spring was shortly coming to an end, Taehyung’s studies seem to be getting better and your conversations with Namjoon only grew longer.
It was going well so far, although, the bet you made with Yoongi lingered in the back of your mind. Should you tell Namjoon how you feel? Or should you just keep what you have now?
On the other hand, Namjoon was trying to figure out how to ask you on a date without stumbling over his words or sounding extremely desperate.
A sigh parted his lips and your ears perked up.
“Are you okay?” You asked.
The two of you were sitting under a cherry blossom tree at the park, not too far from campus, sitting on a blanket and having lunch.
It was Namjoon’s idea. He even bought strawberry milk.
“I’m fine,” he lied, bottom lip red from being chewed on from being nervous. “I—There's something I wanted to ask you.”
Out of curiosity you put your sandwich down and gave him all your attention.
Namjoon gulped.
“Wouh—Would you maybe like to go on a date?” He asked, cheeks turning as pink as the blossoms. “With me?”
A small chuckle parted your lips, “I would love to go on a date with you.”
The male let out a sigh of relief making your smile grow even more. He was so cute and it made your heart race that he gave you so much time and didn’t hesitate to help you.
Maybe Yoongi’s bet wasn’t a bad thing.
“I have something to tell you.”
Now it was Namjoon’s turn to perk up, his eyes widened in curiosity as he sipped on his strawberry milk.
“I like you, Kim Namjoon,” your voice was soft and soothing like honey drizzled in a hot cup of tea. “A lot.”
Namjoon let out a shy giggle, rubbing the back of his neck out of habit, he avoided all eye contact. At this point, his cheeks were darker than the cherry blossoms—they were as red as the cherries you brought along.
It made you giggle.
“I like you too.”
That was enough to have you smiling for the rest of your life. But then again, Namjoon was a good enough reason on its own.
ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
“You placed a bet too?” You asked with wide eyes.
Namjoon nodded his head in shame, not hearing the word, “too,” after your question, until he replied it in his head.
“Wait! What do you mean ‘too’?!”
ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
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Match up ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪
Hi hi, love!☺❤🌈 Here is ya matchup lol. Hope I didn’t make you wait tooo long lol! I hope you enjoy this dear and I hope you have a super good day! Sending ya lots o hugs!☺❤🥰 @yunohawkeye
So I match you with................... Arthur
Oh, the second Arthur spotted a new little skirt coming into the mansion, all his attention was solely on you. It’s no secret, Arthot loves to charm a woman, so he definitely made a beeline straight to you to introduce himself.
You were chatting with Vincent, and from where Arthur was standing, he couldn’t tell which one of the two of you were more pure and innocent, you or Vincent. You were wearing a shy smile as you chatted with the blond and simply radiated an innocent energy. What Arthur didn’t expect was the personality beneath
The next day after helping Sebastian with all the chores, Arthot spotted you sitting in the library all alone reading. He honestly wanted to get to know you better, so he decided to kill two birds with one stone. He invited you out to the pub with him and Theo. That is how you landed yourself sandwiched between the two men, drinking away.
Naturally, Arthur was on the hunt for his night time companion after you had shot him down for the 3rd time in a row. The two of you were now scanning the bar for potential prey. You were determined to act as Arthur's wing-man, considering Theo wanted nothing to do with Arthur's escapades. You found that after the first drink, your bubbly quirky personality started to shine through. Arthur absolutely loved this new side of you! He found it refreshing that he could be himself with you, treating you like one of the guys, and not having to put up his classical playboy front.
You couldn’t help but bust out into laughter at Arthur and Theo’s shocked expressions when you let a dirty joke slip, sometime throughout the evening. “Looks like you aren’t as innocent as you look Luv,” he said howling in laughter.
After seeing how red Theo’s face went after you made the joke you and Arthur teamed up and started teasing the younger van Gogh brother. Although the victim to merciless teasing, that night Theo noted that, that had been the first night, since knowing Arthur, where he hadn’t nibbled on a single little skirt. Instead, all his attention was solely on you and your hilarious jokes. He hadn’t tried to charm you or get into your pants, instead the two of you chatted and joked around like old friends.
Visiting the bar with the two boys had actually become somewhat of a regular occurrence after the first night. Although neither of you ever realised it, Theo couldn’t help but chuckle at how genuinely smitten Arthur was with you. You would always tag along to act as Arthur's wingman to find him the perfect girl for the night. But between the dirty jokes and flirty banter, he would never leave your side, instead, shooting down every option in the bar and opting to spend the evening drinking with you.
Since you had arrived in Arthur's life he, in fact, hadn’t looked at any other woman other than you. Not that either of you noticed this revelation.
Arthur loved how you were just so different from other women. He loved your tomboyish style and teasing nature. He loved that the two of you could talk about any topic, especially NSWF topics. He loved that the two of you have equally dirty minds. And whenever someone says something seemingly innocent, both you and Arthur would lock eyes and burst out laughing. The two of you will definitely irritate the mansion’s residents with your shenanigans and inside joke, and no one is safe when the pair of you were in the same room.
For example, one day as Sabastian placed a huge big fluffy pancake in front of Vincent. The blonds eyes lit up as he innocently said, “Thank you so much Sabastian, but this is simply too big for me” cue you and Arthur snickering and in sync saying, “that’s what she said”, followed by a prompt high five. And after you had explained to Arthur what a sex tape was, the two of you started doing “name of your sex tape” jokes. Arthur were like your best friend, and whenever the two of you hung out, you just had the best time. It honestly took no time at all for you to fall in love with the secretly sensitive man.
Honestly, how could Arthur not fall head over heels for you. The two of you could go from serious conversations, to joking in 2.5 seconds flat. He loved how quirky and weird you are at times and honestly loves that he too can be his complete self with you.
Your fun-loving, caring nature has actually helped him to show you his more vulnerable side. He half thought you would run for the hill after finding out about his past. But instead, you to opened yourself up and let yourself be just as vulnerable, telling him about all the struggles you have had to deal with in your life. The two of you have had a few hearts to heart moments with each other in the past, which has allowed both of you to grow and heal. The funny thing is that often after chatting about a heavy topics seconds later, the two of you are back to joking around and talking about the most random of things.
One day Arthur came by your room to invite you to the pub as he does, and noticed your notebook open on the table. Curiosity killed the cat as Arthur gently picked it up and read the first few sentences. To say the mystery author went as red as a beet would be an understatement, especially when he was reading the naughty scene of your latest smut. You walked into your room to find Arthur reading through your book wearing a sly smile. “well well well I always knew were a little minx, looks like I should be taking some notes from you,” he said with a wink, as you lightly hit him on the chest and dragged him to your usual seat at the bar. Wondering what he would say if he found out about your NSFW games. No doubt he would probably enjoy playing them just as much as you.
The day Arthur confessed his love was when the two of you were out at the bar together. A woman approaches the two of you, with the intent to steal Arthur away for the night- if you catch my drift. Arthur having eyes for no one but you, politely decline the ladies offer at company for the night. But this woman was rather insistent. That’s when Arthur reached over to gently cup your cheeks and looked deeply into your light grey-blue eyes. He examined your face, and once he found his answer, he leaned in and kissed you. He then turned to the woman and proclaimed loud enough so that the whole bar could hear, “This adorable woman right here is my dearest Luv, whom has captured this poor old chaps heart, so I’m afraid I am off the market indefinitely as of tonight.” He then sat down and looked at you, with that vulnerable boyish look in his eyes, before leaning in to steal another kiss
Your relationship is very much built on mutual trust, communication, respect and understanding. Because your relationship had been built on the strong pillars of friendship, you and Arthur know each other reasonably well at this point. Arthur knows that whenever the two of you have a little spat, that the only way to solve the problem is to talk it out. Whenever either of you is mad at the other, each of you will follow the unspoken rule of, talking out the problem to find a suitable solution or compromise. Neither of you think it is productive to yell and throw toys out the cot to get your way. Arthur honestly loves and adores the fact that he has found a companion with the same relationship values as him.
You and Arthur have a lot of fun together. The two of you just seem to bring out the best in each other, and Arthur can’t help but fall even more in love with you every day, as he gets to know you better. Like when he discovered you could play the French horn and piano, he was in complete awe. And he very much insisted you play for him. This man will randomly dance along with the melody and tune as you play for him, and you can’t help but laugh at his goofy dance moves mid-way through your performance. Arthur will legit give you the cutest pout as you laugh at his clumsy dance moves, and before you know it he is taking your hands in his so the two of you can randomly dance together.
Its is most definitely not uncommon for the two of you to randomly break out into dances, especially if you are cooking together.
Arthot knows you often get insecure about your skills and appearance, just as he knows that you are the absolute worst at accepting compliments. So he will shower you with love and affection the only other way he knows how, through action. He will find any and every excuse he can just to kiss you. If you are feeling insecure, he will wrap you up in his strong arms and whisper to you the sweetest words of encouragement and reassurance. And if you don’t accept his sweet little words, he will start to tickle you until you admit out loud just how absolutely perfect you are, cause that what you are in his eyes, flawless.
He knows you don’t like shopping trips or large crowds so this sneaky little playboy will bring Vic along and disguise shopping trips as dog walks. He will always be sure to pick the time of the day and route that is most quiet. And if there are still too many people, Vic will back you up and growl at the people in front of you so they can clear the path for the three of you.
Cause online shopping does not exist yet, you are low key forced to go shopping, but with Arthur by your side taking you to all your favourite stores with Vic, it actually makes shopping trips fun and more bearable.
Often the two of you cuties can be found nestled in each other’s arms as you read Arthur your newest smut piece. Hope you are ready to be teased mercilessly after, cause this man loves to tease. Often when you are done reading, he will smile that boyish smile up at you and pull you down for a kiss while seductively whispering against your lips that he would like to try that weird position or kink that you had mentioned in your fic.
Arthur thanks his lucky stars every night as he sweetly kisses your sleeping face, for sending you to him. You are honestly his best friend, and he couldn’t imagine life with anyone else by his side. You have helped him to heal from his past, and every day spent with you is the happiest day of his life, even though the hard times and fights.
Other potential matches…………… Theo
I hope you enjoyed this, dear! And I hope you have a wonderful day.🥰❤☺
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meeting the karasuno siblings
i saw the haikyuu sibling information and i went: yes.
Sawamura (2 younger sisters, 2 younger brothers)
you and daichi were partnered up together to do a project
you suggested that you would visit each other’s houses alternatively
this week you would be going to his house
when you entered his house, your heart m e l t e d
4 younger kids ran to daichi and tackled him into a hug
d o g p i l e
they were all talking at once but they didn’t notice you at first :,,,
they were too caught up talking with their favourite big bro uwu
once they notice you though, they start teasing daichi
“is this your gf??”
daichi = deadchi
they always tease you both, saying that daichi definitely likes you
they warm up quickly to you tho
whenever u come over with daichi, they dogpile u too but they wont tackle to the ground cos daichi wld be angy
once you and daichi are together, u start coming over more frequently
they love it !!! bc they love cuddling with u
i feel like u all wld have friday movie nights and all 6 of u wld be on the couch snuggled tgt skfksafjj
it’s like family :,)
Sugawara (1 younger brother)
you were going to pass him his homework bc he didnt come to school that day
y’all are close friends cos sit near each other in class
since suga was sick he cldnt answer the door
so his lil bro gets the door
“there’s someone here for u nii-chan”
suga never sprinted downstairs so fast
when he saw you, his face became so red
“omg u’re burning up so much” u touch his forehead with ur hand
he gets even redder???
u push him to his room and get him to rest, placing his homework on his desk
after u leave, his bro is just really confused
he asks suga abt it
“haha she’s just a friend from school” press X to doubt
when you guys eventually get together, i feel like his bro wouldn’t warm up quickly bc he’s shy
once u’re close though, i feel like he wld confide in you with his problems JASFKJ
he treats you like his older sister :,)
Asahi (1 older sister)
his sister came to watch one of his games
u just so happen to be there too, part of the cheering squad
when karasuno won, you came over to congratulate him and chat
suddenly a nice looking lady walks over and congratulates asahi
he blushes and rubs his neck and thanks her
“is this ur girlfriend?”
“ahaha, no dear, i’m asahi’s older sister.”
ah ok
his
his what—
k i l l m e
i think his sister would be as gentle as him but she wld actually look gentle and kind, which is why most ppl probably not realise they were siblings
she’s really motherly and she probably knows that he likes u but won’t say anything until y’all get together
always encouraging him to make a move tho dsfjfsdjn
whenever she sees u she’ll always ask u how u are
when y’all get together, she acts like ur own older sister and lends you a listening ear whenever u need it
loves you with her entire heart sjhkdfj
Tanaka (Saeko)
when saeko first saw you, she stuck to u WEE WOO
she knows about his crush on u and she never fails to tea s e u guys
“SO RYU WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO ASK—“
“SHUT UP”
very supportive yes
SHE is the one who invites you to the tanaka household to hang out
definitely not cos she wants to be the best wingman
while ryuunosuke is invested in thinking of a way to talk to u, saeko initiates a convo with u
need to know ur in-law yk
when she cooks, she’ll cook an extra serving for u too bc she likes u qwq
when u and ryu finally get together
she probably mocks him and asks when’s the weddingskjshdfj
“i want my nieces and nephews ryu”
cue a red ryu
would go to games and sit with u, cheering for karasuno together
she’ll show off her taiko skills to u too ajjjsjsjsj
she’s like ur best friend :))
Nishinoya (3 older sisters)
i think his 3 sisters wld help him dye his hair LOL idk
n e wayz it’s probably new years, nishinoya and his grandpa are out playing hanetsuki
his sisters r nearby, watching them while eating new year snacks
u happened to walk by them cuz u live nearby and u had to run an errand
“HIIIII Y/N” “HIIIII NOYA”
u caught the attention of 5 individuals
his sisters are really interested in you like
yuu??? talking to a girl???? and she responds???
when u and noya start to have a conversation right off the bat
his sisters are just staring at u quietly and u feel a little uncomfortable
noya notices and tells them to stop but they just move closer and ask
“you’re y/n right? are u interested in yuu?”
u r bright red like ah ah uh yes hi
yuu just pushes them away blushing cos he doesnt want to be xposed pls
when u get together tho, u start coming over more and they want to have girls’ night with u aksksk
yuu is banned from their room :,
u and the 3 sisters bond together and it feels like u’re part of the family kdjkjaskf
yuu may be ostracised by his sisters during girls’ night but he’s happy that u’ve assimilated to his family so easily :>
Tsukishima (Akiteru)
u and tsukki are close friends so u decided to came to cheer for him during his match at finals
when they won against inarizaki u went down to meet him and congratulate him and yamaguchi
akiteru soon came and saw u talking with tsukishima
“my brother has not only yamaguchi, but a girlfriend as well!!!”
he’s crying jk
he’s really happy that kei opened up to another person, knowing that he isnt exactly the most sociable person around
“shut up” he doesnt deny that ure his gf tho and ure like woh wat
when he bucks up and finally admits his feelings and asks u out
akiteru is now sobbing
he always welcomes u whenever u visit their house and asks if u had eaten
he’s super supportive of u guysbksafsjf
i love akiteru so much :<<<
he likes to tease kei about you whenever u come over but it’s always just playful
he truly appreciates you being with kei and supporting him
whenever u and kei are hanging out in kei’s room and his door is adjacent
he would sometimes walk past and smile, knowing that his brother had found someone to cherish
Kageyama (Miwa)
u met her when you went to cut your hair at a high end salon
while she was doing your hair, she started a conversation with u
“so what school do you go to?”
“karasuno :))”
she asks if you know anyone named kagayama tobio
to her surprise, u said yes and told her u guys were in the same class, then u asked why
“i’m his older sister”
speechless
his older sister looks just like him, how did you not notice???
she then asks you what was your relationship with him
to which u respond that you were just classmates
she frowns because she’s wondering how did tobio not notice you and befriend you??? u were so nice and sweet
when she reaches home she asks tobio whether he knows abt you and he replies with “yea she’s in my class”
she encourages him to talk to her more and she explains the events of that day
he’s probably shy but he’ll probably nod his head at you or say a small “hi”
you’re kinda shocked cos he never really talked to anyone so seeing him say hi makes ur heart go doki doki uwu
as days pass, you also start to initiate conversations and talk with him more
you guys exchange numbers and sometimes message each other
when miwa witnesses this and she’s smiles proudly to herself, knowing that thanks to her, tobio has a new friend
or maybe more than a friend
Hinata (Natsu)
this babygirl is so cutewfohlfskdjfa
you first meet her when you stopped by shōyō’s house to pass him his notebook that he left in school
when he opened the door to you, his little sister popped up from behind him
“who’s that nii-chan”
“my friend from school, natsu”
she watches as his brother and you have a friendly exchange, seeing you guys getting along so well
when you leave, she tells her brother that she thinks you guys have a very strong connection
she notices that her brother’s eyes always light up and his cheeks are a little more red than usual
“do you like her nii-chan”
he just goes 🍅 but he also realises that he does indeed like you
he starts to talk to you more each day, becoming close friends
he then confessed to you one day and asked you out
now u stop by his house more often and natsu notices how shōyō became happier than he already has and she’s really glad
she also likes you a lot and talks to you often
sometimes steal you away from shōyō
he pretends to be upset to steal some hugs and kisses from you but really, he’s also happy that you and his little sister get along so well
like daichi, you guys would hang out together weekly, playing games or watching movies together
#haikyuu#haikyu#haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fluff#daichi#haikyuu daichi sawamura#sawamura daichi#sugawara#sugawara koushi#sugawara x you#sugawara x reader#daichi x you#daichi x reader#daichi sawamura fluff#sawamura x reader#asahi x reader#asahi azumane#haikyuu azumane#azumane asahi#nishinoya#nishinoya yuu#nishinoya x reader#nishinoya x you#tanaka#tanaka ryuunosuke#tanaka saeko#tanaka x reader#tanaka x you
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Scott McCall: Mates
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Scott and Stiles were walking down the street towards Heather’s house. Stiles had been invited to the girl’s seventeenth birthday party and he had invited Scott as he hadn’t wanted to go alone. It hadn’t been an easy task, getting the wolf to come due to him still being hung up on Allison, but after Stiles’ relentless badgering he eventually agreed.
‘What?’ Stiles asked, noticing his friend’s stare.
‘What do you mean what?’ Scott replied, shrugging his shoulders.
‘I mean what, and you know what.’ Stiles said, getting agitated; he was already nervous for the party and now Scott was making him even more agitated.
‘What, what?’ Scott frowned.
‘That look you were giving.’ The over-active boy huffed.
‘I didn’t give a look-,’ Scott denied but he was cut off.
‘No there was a distinct look, Scott.’ Stiles pressed.
‘What look?’ Scott asked, looking over to his friend in confusion.
‘The look that says the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party.’ Stiles accused, pointing his index finger at his best friend before letting it drop.
He was trying not to get too panicked, they were only a few feet from the party—Scott couldn’t bail now could he? Stiles hoped not. He needed his wingman tonight.
‘It’s not that, it just seems a little weird going to a different High School’s party.’ Scott admitted with a shrug.
‘Well if you could just—,’ Stiles cut himself off with a sigh, frantically waving around his arms to convey his point, ‘oh my god, one drink alright? You’ll be fine. I went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce us to all of her friends. So, tonight, no Allison, no Lydia, tonight we’re moving on.’
Scott zoned out near the end of his friend’s pep talk, distracted from the feeling of his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and his heart skipped a beat and felt like it was being crushed all at the same time. It was Allison. He hesitated, watching it ring and then with a sigh he decided to take his best friend’s advice. He declined the call and put it back in his pocket, squaring his shoulders he turned to Stiles.
‘You’re right.’ Scott said, finally coming to the same realisation—he and Allison were over and he needed to stop hanging onto the slim possibility that they would ever be together again.
‘That’s right, I’m right.’ Stiles nodded, trying not to act too surprised or excited that Scott had actually agreed with him.
‘Moving on.’ Scott said, sounding like he was trying to convince himself as they both came to a stop at the end of the walkway that led to Heather’s house.
‘Onward,’ Stiles gestured with his arm, pointing to the sky, ‘and upward.’
‘Let’s do this.’ Scott nodded, a small but genuine smile on his face.
‘That’s what I’m talking about,’ Stiles nodded, holding up his hand for a high five, ‘now look at me.’
‘Okay,’ the wolf said softly, bringing his hand to slap Stiles’ and moving it to reach back to slap it again from behind.
Both of them walked to the party, this time both of them excited for what the night had the potential to bring. Scott was finally going to start looking at other women without feeling guilty, without feeling like he was cheating on the huntress that had broken up with him all those months ago. And Stiles was ready to get his flirt on and hopefully find someone who was interested in him, with Scott as his wingman he was pretty confident.
‘How does my breath smell?’ Scott asked randomly.
Stiles gave him an incredulous look before answering, ‘I’m not smelling your breath.’
‘Do you have any gum?’ the wolf said, suddenly concerned his breath would smell of the lasagne he had for dinner.
‘No! No gum,’ Stiles said exasperated, ‘you’re fine.’
‘Can you at least tell me what kind of party this is?’ Scott said, trying to forget about his concern over his breath.
‘It’s just a birthday party, dude. Not an orgy,’ the honey eyed boy rolled his eyes and pushed open the front door, looking up when he heard his name being shouted.
‘Stiles! Hi!’ Heather shouted, clearly happy to see him, though Stiles wondered if that had anything to do with the alcohol he could smell on her breath when she walked over to him and Scott.
‘Hey! There’s the birthday gi—,’ he never got to finish because Heather bought her lips to his straight away, catching him by surprise before he responded to the kiss eagerly.
‘So glad that you made it.’ Heather said when she pulled back.
‘Me too.’ Stiles responded immediately.
‘Come down stairs with me and help me pick out a bottle of wine.’ Heather told him, but Stiles didn’t mind in the slightest.
‘Yes.’ He agreed, allowing himself to be pulled away as he shot a look of disbelief over his shoulder at his best friend.
Scott watched the encounter in shock and didn’t realise his mouth was hanging open until his best friend and the birthday girl were completely out of sight. When he did notice he quickly snapped it shut and couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face—it was part disbelief and happiness for his best friend. Shaking his head, he noticed the girl who had walked up with Heather taking him in as if she were deciding if he was worth talking to.
‘Hey,’ Scott said, tucking his hands into his pockets and slouching his shoulders almost bashfully.
He may be much more confident than he had been before he became a werewolf, but he wasn’t used to talking to random girls at parties. Allison had just kind of happened without him planning it or even having to really try. He didn’t know how to talk to girls in this setting and he was hit with a new wave of nerves as he realised this.
Scott was trying not to be consumed by his nerves, so he almost didn’t notice when the girl walked away after shooting him a ‘no way in hell’ look. He frowned and pursed his lips, wondering what could have possibly gone wrong in those thirty seconds. The wolf didn’t think there was anything wrong with what he was wearing; jeans and a brown Henley shirt—he was dressed similarly to most of the guys here. He let out a sigh, deciding that he wasn’t going to let one girls opinion get to him and headed to find the drinks, figuring he could assess the crowd better from there.
‘Wooo! Party!’ A random person screamed, running past Scott so fast that he almost didn’t have chance to move out of the way, even with his supernatural reflexes.
After a few moments of aimless walking, Scott managed to find the drinks—the keg had been set up in the kitchen and there were various other bottles of cheap liquor. Scott eyed the Jack Daniels Honey with a nostalgic eye before grabbing a red solo cup and filling it halfway with beer from the keg. He had planned on trying to mingle after getting a beverage, but now that he was in the empty, quiet kitchen he was finding it difficult to gather enough motivation to move.
Scott couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed—this year was supposed to be different. He wanted to be better, a better friend, son a better everything and that had seemed to be a good idea… except that didn’t leave any time to focus on his needs. To focus on what he wanted. He knew deep down he was focusing so hard on being a better person to those he cared about because all of his energy was going into not thinking about Allison. But now he couldn’t escape it. He lost her. She and him were never going to happen again, despite how much he had been hoping it would, hoping it could. And if he was honest a part of him was… relieved. As much as he loved her, being with Allison always ended badly on a whole new scale of awful. It was better for both of them if they just stayed friends.
The wolf’s attention was broken when he felt a presence join him in the kitchen and he looked over to the new addition with a surprised face that the girl who joined him immediately found adorable. He couldn’t help but notice her beauty; she was wearing a green dress that made her emerald eyes stand out against her olive skin. Her hair was a long caramel blonde that fell down to her waist, which was small enough for Scott to wonder if both of his hands could wind around it and manage to touch. Her hips flared out, drawing his attention to the smooth looking skin of her legs; they were long and the wolf had a hard time looking away from them. She was gorgeous.
Janelle Southerland was new to Beacon Hills and was struggling to fit in, hence trying to find a place to hide out, but apparently someone else had already had the same idea. She knew coming to this party was a bad idea, and she hadn’t been planning on it, but she had made the mistake of mentioning the invitation to her mom at dinner that night. Which led to her mom practically shoving her out of the door and encouraging her to make friends.
‘Sorry I didn’t mean to—,’ Janelle started but cut herself off, realising how stupid apologising for walking into the kitchen was.
She tried not to blush but it was pointless; her body loved to betray her at the most inopportune moments. Scott couldn’t help but find her bashfulness adorable and for the first time that night his nerves seemed to disappear in the presence of someone who seemed as nervous as he did.
‘It’s totally okay,’ the wolf said with a smile that made his dimples stand out, biting his lip to stop it from growing when he heard the girls heartbeat pick up at the sight.
‘I’m Janelle Southerland.’ She said, holding out her hand in greeting.
‘Scott McCall.’ He returned, shaking her hand and blushing a little when he realised he held onto her for a little too long, ‘so… do you go to the same school as Heather?’
‘Uhh… yeah I will be. I just moved here yesterday. I ran into her at the grocery store and she mentioned she had a party tonight. To say I was surprised to get an invitation is an understatement.’ Janelle smiled, helping herself to a cup of beer before leaning next to Scott on the worktop.
‘I know what you mean, I’m not even technically invited I just tagged along with my friend Stiles. He grew up with Heather.’ He said, subtly leaning closer to her so their arms brushed.
‘Well I’m glad I’m not the only outcast at this party.’ She joked, biting her lip before she took another sip of beer.
‘Me too,’ Scott grinned.
‘Well as the only two people here who don’t know anyone else, we should do something.’ Janelle declared, turning to place her drink on the counter behind her.
Scott cocked an eyebrow in surprise, ‘like what?’ he smiled in a way that made Janelle want to kiss him, an urge that took her by surprise.
‘I don’t know…’ She trailed off with a laugh, trying to think of something fun to do. In all honesty she was surprised by her own sense of adventure. She was never like this—a week ago she never would have dreamed of walking up to an attractive guy at a party and introducing herself. Janelle had no idea where this confidence was coming from, maybe it was the alcohol, or the comfort of knowing if she embarrassed herself she wouldn’t have to see Scott again seeing as he went to a different school. Either way, she decided to go for it and pretend for one night she was a confident and spontaneous person.
‘Lets go swimming.’ She suggested, laughing a little at his dumbfounded expression.
‘Swimming? Where? Does Heather have a pool?’ Scott asked, trying to calm his escalating heartbeat.
‘There’s actually a lake I used to swim at when I was younger not far from here.’ She suggested, resting her hand on his forearm and using it as leverage to lean up, her face coming to a stop about an inch from his face.
Scott couldn’t help but stare at her lips before mumbling, ‘I don’t have a swimsuit.’
‘You won’t need one.’ She said, her voice dropping to a husky tone when she noticed the hunger in the wolf’s eyes.
‘Let’s go.’ Scott said abruptly, his suddenness made her laugh in delight but she allowed him to pull her along towards the front door.
It didn’t take long for them to reach the lake that Janelle had been talking about; her aunt and uncle used to live here when she was little and Janelle and her mom used to visit them over the summer. They had all spent their fair share of days packing lunch and just chilling out at the lake. That all came to a stop when they moved out of Beacon Hills and to New York; she and her mom still visited them, but it hadn’t been the same.
Scott and Janelle spent the walk talking about what they had been doing over the summer and both were surprised to find that their activities had been similar. Janelle hadn’t known she and her mom were moving until a few weeks ago and so she had spent the summer reading for the upcoming semester and working at her mom’s dentist office to earn some extra money, much like the beta had. Both were surprised that as they chatted it felt like two old friends catching up, rather than two people who had been strangers only an hour ago. When they finally arrived at their destination Scott hesitated on the bank while Janelle kicked off her shoes and walked to the edge, letting the water touch her feet. Scott watched, awed as for a moment she seemed to forget that he was there with her; she looked completely content and Scott was confused as to why that stirred something deep inside of him.
Before he could consider it further, Janelle reached down and pulled her dress off over her head, throwing it carelessly behind her. It landed a few feet to the left of Scott—which he could tell from the corner of his eye—but his gaze remained on Janelle and plain cotton black bra and panties she was wearing. She threw an embarrassed look over her shoulder, allowing the wolf to see the blush over her cheeks, before she sank into the water and Scott struggled to close his hanging jaw, completely certain he was staring at her with an expression that was a mixture of amazement, shock and lust.
‘You’re not gonna make me do this alone are you?’ Janelle asked with an amused smirk—her head was the only part of her visible above the water, as well as brief flashes of her fingers where she was moving her hands back and forth.
Her gentle voice snapped the wolf out of his trance and with a shake of his head he started losing clothing. When he noticed her gaze firmly fixed on him as he drew his shirt over his head, he felt himself blush a little until he heard her elevated heartbeat and the smell of her arousal in the air. After that, he was able to gather the courage to unbutton and unzip his jeans; once he’d kicked his shoes off he deposited his pants on the pile of clothing, leaving him only in his boxers. He smiled bashfully when the smell of Janelle’s arousal seemed to grow heavier in the air as he made his way out to her, coming to a stop a mere few inches away. Both of them could feel the attraction zapping between them, but they were waiting for the other one to make a move.
Scott stared into her eyes, noticing that her green eyes were dilated just as his were. Janelle stared back, her gaze unwavering and she couldn’t help but bite her lip as she wondered how it was possible for her to be this attracted to someone she barely knew, though she had no idea the wolf was wondering the same thing as her as he listened to her heartbeat, feeling both comforted and aroused by the elevated thump thump thump of her heart. Scott’s gaze was drawn to her trapped lip and without thinking about it, he bought his hand to gently caress the side of her face, allowing his thumb to gently pull her lower lip free. What neither of them was prepared for was the warmth and affection generated by the touch; it both contented them and scared them.
‘What is that?’ Janelle gasped, scared that she was the only one feeling this connection between them, if she was then there was a slight chance she was going crazy.
‘I don’t know.’ Scott admitted with a murmur, stepping closer to the alluring blonde so that his body was flush against hers, a movement that made both of them feel the unexplainable warmth on every inch of their bodies.
Whatever it was, Scott was powerless to fight it and his submission caused the voice at the back of Janelle’s head to go silent. Instead of trying to resist, she surrendered herself to the connection she felt with Scott, the fact that she hadn’t known him for twenty-four hours didn’t seem to matter anymore, not when she felt like she’d known him for years. Why that was, she didn’t know but she decided she wasn’t going to question it because it felt right.
As she broke free from her mind she realised that Scott had hesitated from making any further movements, obviously waiting for her to come to her own decision. It made Janelle’s heart squeeze with warmth as she stared into his equally warm brown eyes. He was still caressing the side of her face while their bodies were aligned together, and now she was free from her minor inner turmoil, she could finally grasp that the hard planes of his body were pressed against hers, his bare skin was touching her. Janelle hesitantly bought her hands out of the now very warm water and trailed them up the wolf’s chest, biting her lip to hold back a moan of appreciation. She could feel Scott’s stare on her as her eyes followed the path of her hands, stopping for a moment over his heart and smiling when she noticed it was beating just as fast as hers. When she reached the tops of his shoulders, she surprised them both by using the grip as leverage and reaching up to bring her lips to his.
For a moment, a brief moment that somehow felt like it lasted much longer, they stayed, paralysed with their lips pressed against each other. Both were overwhelmed by the mere brush of each others lips, their hearts were beating wildly, as one, and the warmth that had grown from a mere brush of skin exploded inside of them like a volcano. Alas, the moment passed and both of them were quick to move. Scott’s hands went to Janelle’s waist, pulling her firmly against him, while one of her hands rested on his shoulder to give her the leverage to remain at his height, while the other tangled furiously in his hair, refusing to let his lips leave hers even for a second.
Scott was overwhelmed from the passion in the kiss; never had he experienced this kind of hunger when kissing Allison. Never had he felt so many emotions all at once. He felt lust, affection, attraction, desire to protect her and he didn’t know what it meant, but in that moment it wasn’t hard to push down his confusion and enjoy the moment of having a beautiful girl in his arms. When her hands tugged on his hair, he was surprised to hear an approving growl rise from his throat and to his horror, he felt himself begin to change. But before he could panic, Janelle’s hands moved and that was suddenly all he could focus on. They trailed down his arms, pausing at his elbows and jumping to his waist. When they met at the centre of his lower abdomen, above the waistband of his boxers he could feel his eyes glow beneath his eyelids and his claws grew from his fingertips, gently resting on the soft skin of her waist. She hesitated and before Scott could offer any reassurance from the scent of her nerves, one of her hands boldly slid underneath the fabric. The wolf pulled back from the kiss with a groan of pleasure and rested his head in the crook of her neck as her wondering hand found his length and grasped it gently but firmly.
He gasped when her other hand went to one of his nipples, stroking back and forth over the puckered flesh and mimicking the movements of her other hand. Scott’s claws were still out and when her pace picked up ever so slightly, encouraged by the moans of ecstasy escaping the wolf’s mouth, he felt his fangs grow as well. But for whatever reason, he didn’t feel the need to push her away and get himself under control; all he could focus on was her. Her scent, her heartbeat, her touch, and the kisses she was placing to the side of his neck. In that moment, she was all that existed to him. It was just him and her and he had never felt more at peace before. His hips thrust forward involuntarily when she tugged at his puckered nipple, drawing out a surprising escalation in Scott’s pleasure.
With boldness he didn’t know he possessed he trailed his fangs over the crook of her neck, releasing a growl when she shivered and gripped him tighter. For a brief moment he had the urge to bite into her flesh, to mark her as his, but he managed to fight it and with self-control he didn’t know he had, he pulled back his fangs and bought his lips to her neck, smiling when she whimpered at the appearance of his blunt teeth lightly biting her neck. Scott could feel himself nearing his end, and he didn’t want to reach it without her. He could smell her arousal in the air and the fact that she was so turned on because of the pleasure she was bringing him made his hips jerk in her hold again. When his hand slipped into her own underwear, she released a gasp of surprise that turned into a moan. Encouraged by her response, Scott’s hands delved further into her folds, marvelling that he could feel her desire despite the presence of the lake water. He knew he was doing something right when she gripped him tighter, increasing her pace and releasing a small growl of her own that went straight to Scott’s groin.
He could feel the tell tale signs that indicated his orgasm was approaching; the base of his spine was tingling, his eyes were trying to roll back into his head and he was biting his lip so hard he was surprised he didn’t draw blood. But he could feel she was close, too. He let his fingers delve deeper and he easily slid his middle finger into her entrance, his other hand landing in the dip of her spine when her back arched into him, allowing him to move deeper. The sound that escaped his lips at the look of pure uncontained desire on her face couldn’t be described as human, but he felt her get wetter and her walls squeezed his digit, clearly aroused by the animalistic side of him. Scott pumped her softly, matching the pace that she hadn’t relented on him. The whimpers she released were almost too much for him, he could feel himself about to lose it and even though she was close, he knew if he didn’t do something he was going to reach the end before she did, and he didn’t want that. So he removed his other hand from the dip of her spine and bought down to her bra and freed one of her breasts. Before Janelle could even comprehend it, his mouth was sucking on the puckered flesh, his tongue toying with her nipple softly. When he added another finger inside her and tugged on her nipple with his teeth, it was enough to push her over the edge with a scream of incomprehensible pleasure that echoed in the empty space around them.
Scott’s eyes changed, glowing a golden colour that the beauty in his arms didn’t see with her eyes clenched shut. He released a sound that was both a groan and a growl as he finally allowed himself to join Janelle; he gave in to the pull and fell apart in her hand. Janelle’s pace eased into a gentle caress and Scott’s mouth moved from her breast and kissed it’s way up her body, pausing at her collarbone to suck and nip at the flesh while they both rode out the aftershocks of their orgasms.
Janelle couldn’t remember for the life of her how they’d got back to the bank and out of the water; after Scott removed his hand from her panties she was too focused on how her bones felt like liquid to pay attention to Scott scooping her up in his arms and carrying her out of the lake bridal style, the next thing she registered was the night sky above her, the stars twinkling against the blanket of darkness. He gently laid her on the grassy bank and laid down next to her, surprised that he was also still out of breath from their escapade. When Janelle rolled over and snuggled into his side he couldn’t fight the smile from lighting up his face if he tried. He wound his arm around her waist, allowing her to fit more snugly into his side, when she started drawing lazy circles on his collarbone he returned the favour on her waist, hoping it had the same relaxing effect her touch was having on him.
The blonde couldn’t comprehend how comfortable she felt around Scott. They just seemed to fit together as if they had been a couple for years, which both settled her and terrified her. It didn’t make any sense. She didn’t know his middle name, if he even had one, but he made her feel safe. Protected. And more than anything, she was terrified that she was the only one who felt this way. She could feel the nerves threatening to bubble over and she bit her lip trying to regain control of her emotions.
‘What’s wrong?’ Scott asked, making her blink in surprise. She hadn’t moved, her hand was still drawing lazy circles on his collarbone and she hadn’t said anything so how did he know there was something wrong with her?
‘What do you mean?’ She asked, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck, allowing his scent to overwhelm her. She couldn’t fight a smile when she felt him shiver.
‘You’re upset? Is it because of what we did?’ he said, refusing to drop it, while Scott made her feel safe, she made a protective animal instinct inside him flare up; it wasn’t anything he had ever experienced before.
‘No,’ she said and he was assured by the firm tone of her voice. She felt her own skin shiver when Scott started to trail his hand softly up and down her back.
Scott wondered how he had missed her moving so she was on top of him, her legs either side of his waist, but when she leaned up, using his shoulders as leverage to look him in the eye he couldn’t help but notice their proximity. He prayed a certain part of his anatomy behaved.
‘Am I crazy?’ She huffed, elaborating when she saw the confusion in Scott’s eyes, ‘I feel like I’ve known you for years.’
Scott thought about her words for a minute and realised she was right. He didn’t feel the same nerves or awkwardness he had felt on his first date with Allison. Everything about being with Janelle felt right, natural and he couldn’t believe how close to her he felt in such a short space of time.
He bought his hand up to caress the side of her face and when she involuntarily leaned into his touch he smiled softly.
‘You’re not crazy,’ he promised her, bringing his other hand to her waist, allowing his thumb to gently stroke the exposed skin, ‘I feel it too.’
‘You do?’ She said, cursing herself for sounding so vulnerable but at the same time she knew he wouldn’t take advantage of her.
‘I do,’ he said, his voice firm and Janelle couldn’t believe how much it affected her.
When he heard her heartbeat quicken he also noticed her eyes lingering on his lips, which made him smile his dimpled smile. At an inhuman speed he sat up, bringing his upper body flush with hers. They both moaned at the friction created from the movement and the smell of her arousal invaded Scott’s senses and had him thinking one thing that both excited him and terrified him: mine. Before he could ponder what it meant he was distracted by her hands tangling in his hair and tilting his head so that she could bring her lips to his. Both of them released sounds of pleasure when their tongues joined together in a fight for dominance. Both of them were on fire from the heat generated by the kiss and when Scott bought his hands to her chest to massage her breasts, Janelle was certain for a second she was going to spontaneously combust. She decided to return the favour and grinded her hips against Scott’s, when she felt the growl vibrate his chest she couldn’t help but shiver from the anticipation.
The wolf made a sudden movement that had Janelle blinking in surprise when she felt the cool blades of grass meeting her back. Scott pulled back from the kiss and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her underneath him, her hair fanned out around her, her lips bruised from their kiss and her green eyes dark with uncontained desire. He blinked and resumed his task, bringing his lips to the crook of her neck and was both surprised and irritated that the urge to mark her there overwhelmed him for the tiniest moment again. He fought the urge, instead nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin enough to mark her in a different way. Her hands curled into his hair while her hips squirmed underneath him, making it incredibly difficult to take this slow as the friction she was creating was driving him wild.
His hands trailed down her body, moving to her back to gently unhook her bra. Scott’s hands didn’t leave her skin as he bought the straps down her arms before throwing it over to the pile of clothing that wasn’t that far above them. His hands went to her breasts first, massaging them and then softly pinching the puckered flesh in between his thumbs and middle fingers. His lips kissed down to her chest, nipping her collarbone on the way and when he removed one hand from her breast to take her nipple into his mouth, Janelle let out a sound that was a mixture of a scream and a moan as her back arched. Scott’s now free hand used that moment to slide into the dip of her spine using the hold to grind his erection against her warm folds.
‘Scott.’ She gasped in pleasure, her hands going to the dip in his spine to hold him in that position. When he growled in approval against her breast it only heightened her desire even more.
Janelle had never felt so turned on in her life, every inch of her was burning in the best possible way, building her up to an orgasm that she could already tell was going to consume her. She could have screamed in relief when Scott removed his hand from her breast and slowly started to trail down towards her panties. Before he got there she stopped him by gently laying her hand on his arm. He pulled back from her breast and froze his movements immediately as he met her eyes.
‘Do you want to stop?’ He asked, and the lack of annoyance or frustration in his tone made her smile gently. She knew without a doubt if he said yes he would move away immediately without making her feel guilty.
‘No I don’t want to stop, I just wanted to make sure you had… protection.’ She murmured, feeling her cheeks colour at her words and when Scott smiled at her cheekily she slapped his shoulder with a light laugh.
‘I do.’ His gaze went to his abandoned jeans a few feet above them before he looked down at her with the gentlest look Janelle had ever been on the receiving end of, ‘are you sure? We don’t have to go that far.’
‘I’m sure.’ She bit her lip and summoning all of her courage she told him something that she had never told anyone, ‘I’ve never done this before.’
That made the wolf pause and his eyes widened when he fully processed her words, ‘y-you’re a virgin?’
‘Yes.’ She admitted softly, looking over his shoulder, not being able to bring herself to look into his eyes.
‘Then are you definitely sure?’ Scott asked softly, bringing his index finger to her chin to get her to look at him.
She was overwhelmed by the consideration she saw in his eyes and couldn’t stop the soft smile that formed on her lips if she tried, ‘I’m sure.’
What Janelle wasn’t aware of was that the wolf was listening to her heartbeat, looking for any traces of a lie; he didn’t want her to feel forced into this. When her heartbeat remained steady and her gaze remained sincere, he bought his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. She bit his lip gently, silently asking him to deepen the kiss, which he did with a groan of pleasure when he felt her nails softly digging into the flesh of his back. One of his hands trailed down her body, resuming the path that had been interrupted before, only this time he reached the waistband of her panties without incident. His hand delved into her underwear and Scott felt himself get even harder when he heard her moan and felt how ready she was for him. He pulled back from their kiss and with his free hand he reached up to grab his jeans, grateful they were within reaching distance, to take the single condom from his back pocket. Janelle saw what he was doing and when he had the protection in his hand she rolled them both over with a strength she didn’t know she possessed. She giggled at the surprise on Scott’s face before using her new position to pull the boxers off the wolf, smiling at him gratefully when he lifted his hips to help her. When they were gone, Janelle felt a flutter of nerves in her belly; she didn’t understand how he was going to fit that inside her.
‘Hey.’ Scott’s gentle voice broke through her panic and she looked up to his warm brown eyes and felt her heart skip a beat at the affection she saw in them, ‘we’ll take it slow okay? And if you want to stop at any point, just tell me.’
She bit her lip, surprised how much she trusted his words and how much comfort they bought her. Janelle nodded and watched as he carefully put on the condom. Once he was done and before she could blink she was suddenly underneath him. She felt his hands gripping her panties on each side of her hips and gave him a nod when he seemed to be waiting for permission. He pulled the cotton down and lifted her legs to rest on either side of his waist to allow him to settle in between her legs. She felt him pressing against her entrance and clenched her eyes shut to brace herself for the pain, but when nothing happened she looked up to the wolf above her with a frown of confusion. He was giving her a soft look that stole her breath and before she could say anything he leaned down, his hands gripping her waist and his lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss that made her heart flutter in her chest. She gasped against his lips when she felt Scott push himself inside her, and even though she felt her hymen break she didn’t feel any pain, only the alien but pleasurable feeling of Scott settling inside of her. What she didn’t notice was the black veins climbing up the wolf’s arms and disappearing as he took her pain before she had a chance to feel it.
Scott’s lips moved from her lips to her neck, the urge to bite her stronger than ever when he started to move inside of her. The feel of her walls, tightly clenching him as he set a rhythm that wasn’t too fast or slow was almost too much for him. Mine. The voice screamed in his head, louder than last time, and he was having a hard time ignoring it. He felt his fangs grow without his consent and when Janelle’s fingernails dug into the tops of his shoulders and trailed down to his waist, he was sinking his teeth into her before he knew what he was doing. He realised what he had done when he heard Janelle gasp, and he was just about to pull away from her and apologise profusely when he realised something. Her gasp wasn’t one of pain, but pleasure, he could smell her arousal growing stronger and he could feel her getting wetter around him. This pleased the wolf in him and he growled in approval, pulling away from her neck and licking over the mark affectionately. Janelle moaned again and dug her nails so hard into Scott’s shoulders that he smelled his own blood joining hers in the night air. He couldn’t help but think that it smelled right for a brief moment before he bought his hands to her lower back to hold her in place as his hips met hers at a faster pace. Both of them were close, Scott’s wolf could sense it and refused to allow himself to find pleasure before she did. He bought his lips to her earlobe and allowed his human teeth to bite gently on her earlobe and tug it downward. The small jolt of pain was enough to bring her orgasm crashing down and when he felt her clench even tighter around him, he let himself fall apart, spilling himself inside of her with a loud groan.
They were both breathing heavily as they came down from their orgasms and Scott rolled over onto his back, bringing Janelle to snuggle into his side much like they had been earlier. Both Scott and Janelle felt the loss of each other when the movement caused the wolf to move out of her, but neither commented on it. Janelle started to softly caress the skin of his chest when she noticed her fingertips were stained with blood.
‘Oh my god.’ She gasped in horror, looking up to Scott apologetically, ‘I made you bleed.’
‘Don’t worry about it,’ he chuckled sheepishly and bought a hand to the side of her neck he had bitten, ‘I got my revenge.’
‘I think you’ll find you bit me first.’ Janelle teased, and was surprised to find she wasn’t as bothered by him biting her as she probably should have been.
‘I’m sorry about that.’ Scott said, his sincere gaze burning into her, ‘I don’t know what came over me.’
‘Don’t apologise.’ She told him with a soft smile, ‘that was… amazing.’
He could hear the truth behind her words and breathed out a sigh of relief, before adding in a teasing tone, ‘well I expect an apology, you’ve marked my beautiful skin.’
She laughed, lightly slapping his shoulder, but she did bite her lip when she felt a pang of guilt in her gut. She opened her mouth to apologise but Scott bought his index finger to her lips to silence her.
‘I was kidding.’ He assured her, knowing the marks had more than likely healed by now, ‘like you said, it was amazing. You don’t need to apologise for that.’
‘Good.’ She smiled when Scott’s hand moved to caress the side of her face and couldn’t help but lean into the warmth of his touch.
They lay there for a while in comfortable silence, enjoying the peace and quiet and the company. But eventually reality came calling, literally; Janelle’s mom called her asking her when she would be home and it was then that they realised just how late it was. Scott had a few missed texts from Allison, Stiles and his mom but they weren’t life or death so he just pocketed his phone again after they were both dressed. Janelle asked her mom to come and get her from Heather’s as they were only a short walk from the house. It was then that they started to walk back and Janelle felt her heart skip a happy beat when Scott took her hand in his, entwining their fingers.
That night had been perfect for the both of them, and she didn’t want it to end, but she knew it had to. It was the first day of school tomorrow, which meant she needed to get back to reality. Even with how small the town was, it was unlikely that she was going to run into Scott again after tonight. She was surprised that that knowledge squeezed her heart painfully, but she refused to be one of those clingy girls who thought she was in a relationship with someone after they hooked up one time. Tonight was incredible, but she refused to make it more than what it was, even if her heart was telling her it was something more, she refused to believe it because it didn’t make sense.
‘I had a great time tonight.’ Janelle told the wolf with a small but genuine smile, their hands were still clasped together and she gave him a final squeeze before reluctantly letting go.
‘Me too.’ Scott told her, stepping closer and caressing the side of her face, as much as she begged herself not to, she leaned into his touch, ‘this doesn’t have to be goodbye.’
‘Tonight was… amazing, lets not ruin it by trying to make it something it’s not.’ she said gently, not able to meet his eyes, afraid he would be pissed.
‘If that’s what you want.’ Scott agreed reluctantly, he used his index finger to bring her gaze to his, giving her a reassuring smile, ‘I’ll never forget this.’
‘Neither will I,’ she agreed sincerely, already knowing that no guy was going to measure up to him.
Scott bought his lips to hers; the kiss was different than any of the others they had shared that night. It was soft, gentle, sincere and full of the affection they shared for each other. They broke apart and Janelle gasped at the emotion she could see in Scott’s eyes and wondered if hers looked the same to him. Before they could do anything else, Janelle’s phone interrupted the moment; it was a text from her mother telling her she was out front.
‘I should go.’ She sighed, pocketing her phone once she had replied to her mother, ‘ bye Scott.’
She hugged him tighter than what she thought she was capable of, inhaling his scent; he smelled of the woods, fabric softener and fresh rain. Scott hugged her back just as tight, documenting her smell into his memory; she smelled like citrus, the woods and vanilla and it was a scent he would never forget. Only a moment later she pulled away and after placing a kiss onto his cheek, she left. Scott watched her go, wondering why he could still feel her lips on his skin, why her scent lingered in his mind and why his heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest. This was insane, he hadn’t known her for more than twenty-four hours and suddenly the heartbreak he had felt over Allison felt like a distant memory as the pain of being separated from Janelle overwhelmed him. He shook his head and pulled out his phone, dialling Stiles’ number. This was insane and he needed to let it go.
The next day
‘Mom it’s fine. I get it.’ Janelle assured her, watching the passing scenery with minimal interest.
Today was her first day at her new school—Davonford Prep—which she wasn’t looking forward to. And it wasn’t just because she didn’t have the school uniform yet so she was going in her normal clothes; she was wearing a deep blue lacy skater dress, her leather jacket and black combat boots. She wasn’t even as bothered by the news that her mom was going to be taking a work trip to San Francisco, despite the fact they had been here for two days. In our old town she had owned her own dentist’s office, but over the years she had opened up several all over, and the branch in San Francisco was in need of a refurbishment after a flood had completely destroyed it. Mom needed to go over assess and oversee the construction. It was fine; Janelle was more than used to being left alone. The only lingering thoughts in her mind were of last night. Amazingly, her mom hadn’t bombarded her with questions when she had gotten into the car, and so she had been left to her own thoughts. The only problem was that those thoughts consisted of Scott. His touch, his smile, his taste, his smell.
Janelle looked away from the window, shaking her head in an attempt to rid it of thoughts of Scott. It was only then that she noticed they were pulling up to her new school. Only there was one problem. This was not Davonford Prep.
‘Mom? What are we doing here?’ I asked, trying to steady my escalating heartbeat.
‘Well I know you were dreading the idea of going to a private school, so I transferred your application. You’re now the newest student of Beacon Hills High School.’ She grinned, not noticing her daughter’s growing panic. She practically ushered her out of the car, and Janelle went, too stunned to react in that moment.
‘Wait out front! The principal will be out soon!’ She yelled after her and not a minute later she was gone; she had packing to do and a flight to catch.
Janelle sat down on the stone bench in front of the school in a daze, her heartbeat steadily growing as her panic did. Scott went to this school. He was going to think she was lying. Or that she had transferred to be near him, after she told him that she didn’t want to make last night anything more than what it was. He was going to think she was crazy. Janelle’s head fell into her hands as she tried to pull herself together. There were no other students milling around outside and for that she was grateful, she assumed classes had already started. She sighed as her problem invaded her mind again. It would be fine. It had to be. There was no sense in panicking yet—they might not even have any classes together. That was true, and Janelle felt herself relax slightly with that knowledge.
‘Hello, sorry to keep you waiting.’ A male voice startled her and she immediately sat up and saw a tall man with light blonde hair, glasses and blue eyes.
‘It’s fine.’ She offered him a shaky smile and stood from the bench.
‘Janelle Southerland, right?’ He asked as he started walking to the school. Janelle took a deep breath and followed a few steps behind him.
‘Yes sir.’ She answered, shifting her bag up higher on her shoulder.
‘Where are you from?’ He said, attempting to make chit chat, but Janelle was saved from answering as he stopped in front of a classroom door and knocked twice before opening and stepping in.
Janelle watched as he walked up to the female English teacher and had a quick but quiet word before gesturing for her to join him in the classroom. After taking a deep breath she did, she could feel her skin prickling as all of the students stared at her but she avoided eye contact. The principal left the room with a kind smile and the teacher who Janelle identified as Miss Blake from the tag on her desk smiled at her warmly.
‘This is our new student, Janelle Southerland, please do your best to make her feel welcome.’ Miss Blake turned to Janelle and told her to take a seat, which she did immediately, grateful that she started teaching before she had even made her way to the free desk at the back of the room; it made her feel like there was less attention on her.
‘Now, when William Shakespeare wrote this play it was intended to inflict fear upon the audience. Can anyone tell me how?’ Miss Blake asked as Janelle silently pulled a notebook and pen from her bag, writing the date in the top right corner.
No one answered and Miss Blake tried to encourage, ‘come on guys, someone knows the answer. Don’t be shy.’
Janelle looked to the black board behind her and saw that the play they were studying was Macbeth, she knew the answer to her question but she refrained from answering, not wanting to be labelled as ‘nerdy’ on her first day. Instead she wrote the answer down in her notebook before writing down everything she knew about Macbeth.
‘What about you, Scott?’ That name had Janelle’s head snapping up in shock, her heartbeat picking up again. It couldn’t be the same Scott, she was sure there were plenty of students in that school who were called Scott—.
‘Macbeth incorporated themes into the play that he knew would terrify the audience, such as elements of the supernatural. Witchcraft was highly feared in the time the play was written, so the presence of that alone would have been enough to scare them.’ Scott McCall’s voice said confidently from a few seats over from Janelle; he was sat by the window while she was in the middle row.
‘Oh my god.’ Janelle whispered, too quietly for the teacher to hear, but a few students around her gave her curious stares, including Scott.
When they made eye contact, Janelle gave him a shaky smile, crossed her legs under the desk and turned her attention back to the class. Or so it appeared, every inch of her body was now aware of Scott’s presence a mere few rows away from her.
‘Very good, Scott.’ Miss Blake praised him before moving onto the major themes in the play, all of which Janelle had already written down so she didn’t feel too bad for her lack of attention during the rest of the class.
As soon as the bell went, Janelle was torn between darting for the door and lingering until everyone else was gone. The decision was taken away from her when she felt Scott standing beside her desk before she looked up and saw him. She was relieved to see only surprise and happiness in his eyes; it didn’t seem like he thought she was crazy.
‘Hey.’ Scott said, his hands fidgeting on the straps of his backpack as he resisted the urge to reach out and touch her.
‘Hey,’ She breathed, overwhelmed by the scent of him, she didn’t realise how much she had missed it until then.
Scott gave up on the fight to touch her and held out his hand, offering her help to stand even though they both knew she didn’t need it. Janelle didn’t hesitate and placed her hand in his, welcoming the rush of warmth and comfort that shot up her arm as she stood. When she was on her feet, Scott didn’t release her hand and she didn’t mind in the slightest. Both were oblivious to the confused stares of the students, and even Miss Blake, around them—they were completely lost in each other. Scott’s friends; Stiles, Lydia and Allison were the most confused of all, though the huntress was also partially jealous.
‘How are you here?’ Scott asked gently, his other hand brushing Janelle’s hair behind her ear before caressing the side of her face.
‘My mom changed the school without telling me.’ Janelle rolled her eyes in amusement, ‘surprised me with it this morning.’
Scott was surprised how happy he was with the news, not even considering that Janelle was crazy like the blonde had been afraid of, and when she only saw affection and joy in his eyes she felt herself relax completely.
‘That’s great.’ Scott smiled his dimpled smile and kissed her forehead, the girl’s eyes closed at the touch and she gave him a bright smile when he pulled back and lowered the hand that had been on her cheek.
‘I’m glad you think so.’ Janelle said honestly, lifting her bag higher on her shoulder.
‘What’s your next class?’ Scott asked, leading her out of the classroom and past his gobsmacked friends. It was unlike Scott to ignore them, but he was completely lost in Janelle, and she was exactly the same.
‘Math.’ She groaned over dramatically and Scott chuckled in amusement as he led her towards the right classroom.
‘Well have fun. I’m in history next so I think I deserve more sympathy.’ He said, smiling his dimpled smile that he had discovered was one of Janelle’s weaknesses.
‘You do, do you?’ Janelle teased, gasping when she was suddenly pinned against the row of lockers next to the math classroom, ‘I think I am the clear winner of sympathy here. Math gives headaches. No contest.’
‘Yes, but history slips you into a coma.’ Scott countered, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes were sparkling in amusement and mischief.
Her hands gripped his forearms, ‘headaches beat sleep, Mr McCall. Hands down.’ She laughed when he rolled his eyes at her.
Scott leaned forward and Janelle felt her heartbeat pick up drastically, thinking that he was going to kiss her. And he did, just not in the way she was expecting; he leaned his forehead against hers and kissed the corner of her mouth.
‘See you soon?’ He murmured, so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.
She smiled softly and nodded in answer to his question, her eyes closed for a moment when he placed another kiss to her forehead before leaving her with a small smile. She could feel his lips lingering on her skin and Janelle found herself smiling as she walked into the classroom to take an empty seat. Walking into math class happy—there was a first time for everything.
‘What the hell was that?’ Stiles asked his best friend, still a little shocked over what he had seen mere minutes ago.
‘What was what?’ Scott said distractedly as he pulled his history book and notepad out of his backpack before leaving it to rest at his feet.
‘What do you have sort term memory loss or something?’ Stiles’ tone was incredulous, not believing his friends sudden amnesia, ‘I’m talking about how comfortable you were looking with the new girl.’
‘Oh, I met her at the party last night.’ Scott said, writing the date on his paper, ‘we kind of hit it off.’
‘Hit it off?’ Stiles parroted, a slow smirk spreading over his face, ‘that’s my boy!’
‘Stiles? Shut up.’ Scott rolled his eyes, trying to squelch the flow of protectiveness that had flared up in his body.
‘Sorry dude, it’s nice to see you moving on from you-know-who.’ Stiles said sincerely, finally getting his own books out of his bag, ‘even if it’s weird seeing you two act so… close.’
‘What do you mean?’ The wolf frowned and looked over to his human friend.
‘I mean I’ve never seen you so consumed with a girl to the point that the world around you could cease to exist without you noticing.’ The overactive boy said bluntly, not noticing the thoughtful look on Scott’s face.
‘It’s weird. I know that and if I were on the outside looking in I’d think it was crazy, but it feels right with her. I can’t explain it, man, I feel like I’ve known her forever.’ Scott admitted, needing someone other than himself to talk to about this.
‘That’s not crazy.’ Stiles assured him, ‘sometimes you just click with people.’
‘No, that’s not the same thing. I feel like I’ve known her and when I was with her last night, the wolf part of me was screaming at me to protect her, to keep her safe.’ Scott’s voice dropped to a whisper when the teacher walked into the classroom.
‘Okay, maybe it’s a little crazy.’ Stiles nodded, his eyes wide in surprise, ‘as much as I hate to say this, you should ask Derek about it.’
‘Derek?’ Scott sounded surprised.
‘Yeah, as much as it kills me he’s more likely to have an answer than Google.’ Stiles huffed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration, though it wasn’t as aggravated as it would have been a year ago; he had come to trust Derek little by little over time.
‘He’s coming next period to see what Allison and Lydia have found. I’ll ask him then.’ Scott told him, feeling a little nervous about what information he might be faced with.
Stiles noticed and patted his shoulder comfortingly, ‘don’t worry. If this is something beyond teenage hormones, we’ll deal with it.’
‘Thanks Stiles.’ Scott breathed a sigh of relief.
‘No problem.’ He replied, pulling out his phone without the wolf knowing to send a text.
Stiles: Random question. If a wolf ran into a random girl and then suddenly felt like they’d known each other forever and felt protective of her, what would that mean exactly?
Derek: Are you talking about Scott?
Stiles: Maybe. What does it mean? He said he was gonna ask you in our free period next but I can’t wait that long.
Derek: You’re going to have to, if it is what I think it is, we’re gonna need to do a little test.
Stiles: Test? Ugh, already regretting texting you, Sourwolf.
Derek: Don’t call me that. You know what this girl looks like?
Stiles: Yes.
Derek: See if you can get Scott to meet up with her after class. I’ll be there by then. It shouldn’t take long to see it.
Stiles: See what?
Derek: Later.
Stiles huffed in frustration and shoved his phone into his pocket, biting his lip and discretely leaning over to talk to his best friend.
‘Hey, I just talked to Derek. He’s not gonna make it until half way through the free period.’ Stiles lied, grateful Scott was distracted enough to not pay attention to his heartbeat.
‘That’s cool.’ Scott tried to act casual, but his wolf was already howling in victory. He could see her, if she had a free period that is.
Stiles rolled his eyes, easily seeing through the wolf’s façade, but he didn’t call him out on it. Whatever Derek needed to see to determine if his theory was correct was dependant on them being together. Scott forced himself to focus on the rest of the class, knowing that it would make the time go by faster, and sure enough it did. By the time the bell rang he threw out a quick ‘bye’ to Stiles before racing to the door. He didn’t notice Derek lingering at the end of the corridor, his gaze trained on him as he headed in the direction he could smell Janelle’s scent coming from. He saw her walking towards him and with a small smile he stepped into the empty chemistry lab and grabbed her when she walked past. Janelle released a small squeal of surprise and felt her panic fade when she registered who had pulled her into a classroom.
‘You scared me.’ She laughed, slapping his shoulder lightly.
Neither of them noticed Derek standing with Stiles outside the closed door, watching them interact. Stiles was actually watching Derek watch them, looking for any indications to what he was thinking.
‘How was math?’ Scott asked, his hands settling comfortably on her waist while hers wound around his neck, ‘did it come with the promised headache?’
‘Of course it did.’ She said honestly; her head was throbbing a little, ‘but it’s nothing a little Advil won’t take care of.’
Scott frowned in concern when he noticed that she was squinting a little, clearly she was in more pain than she was letting on. Without thinking about it, he leaned forward and captured her lips in a tender kiss. Stiles and Derek watched as the veins on his face turned black for a moment before disappearing as he took her pain. When there was no trace of her headache left, Scott nipped at her lip, silently asking for permission to deepen the kiss that she happily gave to him by allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. Stiles returned to watching Derek’s reaction, not feeling comfortable seeing his best friend being so intimate with a girl.
Scott’s hands lowered from her waist and reached down to lift her from the ground and wind her legs around his waist. He growled a little from the friction generated between their bodies as he walked over to a table and gently deposited her onto it. As soon as she hit the countertop, his mouth broke free from hers and he gently brushed away the hair covering her neck, baring the mark for him—and Derek—to see. Scott growled again, a possessive urge flaring up inside him at the sight of his mark on her neck. He felt his eyes glow golden as he leaned forward and permitted his human teeth to bite over it before he allowing his tongue to soothe the sting. Janelle gasped in pleasure, her own hands finding where she had pierced Scott the night before without her knowledge. When she found it, her nails lightly dug into the flesh through the wolf’s t-shirt, making Scott groan from the jolt of electricity that travelled through him.
Derek had seen enough, and he knew without a doubt what was going on between Scott and the girl. Satisfied with his findings, he pushed away from the door, Stiles following behind him once his mind had registered that he had moved.
‘I take it you found what you were looking for?’ Stiles said, a little out of breath when he finally managed to catch up to him.
‘Yes, I did. Call Scott. Tell him to meet us in the English classroom.’ Derek ordered, not even glancing back to see if he was listening; the sound of his fingers tapping on his phone assured him he was.
It was ten minutes later when Scott finally managed to find the will to pull himself away from the intoxicating blonde to join Derek, Lydia, Allison and Stiles in the English classroom.
‘Hey, sorry I’m…’ he trailed off when he noticed the perplexed expressions on everyone’s face, ‘what’s wrong? Is it Erica and Boyd?’
‘No. We haven’t found them yet.’ Derek released a weary sigh at the reminder of his missing pack mates, ‘Stiles mentioned you met someone that you’ve suddenly become very close to.’
Allison looked down to the ground at the reminder while Scott rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing how to explain it.
‘I know it sounds insane, but…’ he trailed off when he noticed Allison’s sad expression.
Derek noticed his gaze and rolled his eyes a little, but didn’t say anything. The huntress noticed that the room had gone silent and looked up, offering Scott a shaky smile.
‘It’s fine. We already showed Derek the bruise so we’ll leave.’ Allison stood from the desk and headed towards the door with Lydia following behind her, shooting Scott a supportive smile.
‘That wasn’t awkward at all,’ Stiles muttered sarcastically from his place on one of the desks.
‘You were saying?’ Derek ignored the human and cocked his brow at Scott.
‘I met her yesterday at a party and it feels like I’ve known her forever and when I’m with her, the wolf inside of me is screaming at me to protect her and keep her safe.’ Scott said all at once, barely pausing for breath, ‘I know it sounds insane, when I say it out loud I know how it sounds, but I just can’t explain how I feel whenever I’m with her.’
‘You don’t have to. What you’re feeling is completely normal, and so it how fast you’re moving with her.’ Derek assured him, smiling softly when he saw the younger wolf’s relief, ‘the need to be around her, to protect her, the way you feel like you’ve always known her can all be explained with two words. You’re mates.’
‘W-what?’ Scott frowned, not following.
‘You’re mates. Basically you’re meant for each other. That’s why you feel so comfortable around her, it’s because she’s meant to be with you, Scott. That’s also why you felt the uncontrollable urge to mark her yesterday.’ Derek gave him a pointed look that made Scott blush a little.
‘How did you know about that?’ He asked.
‘I saw it on her neck when you two where making out in the chemistry lab.’ Derek told him honestly, ‘and I’m willing to bet that she marked you somewhere too.’
‘She couldn’t have. I will have healed.’ Scott shook his head but Derek didn’t pay him any attention and spun him around to lift his shirt up and reveal the skin he had seen Janelle sinking her nails into.
‘Woah.’ Stiles said, surprised.
‘What?’ Scott asked, sounding a little panicked.
‘She dug her nails in real deep, huh?’ Stiles muttered, pulling on Derek’s arm to get him to release his friend’s shirt.
‘Yeah—wait it hasn’t healed?!’ Scott’s shoulder slipped back down his frame and he turned to face the other two in the room.
‘It won’t have. Mates mark each other. It’s how they let everyone else know they are taken.’ Derek said evenly.
‘What else is there? Anything I should know?’ Scott sounded stressed and overwhelmed by the information.
‘You’re going to be incredibly protective of her; it’s your animal instinct that will always demand that you keep her safe and protected. Until you learn to control it you’ll be in danger of shifting at miniscule things, like if someone accidentally bumps into her in the corridor. Which is why it’s better if you tell her what you are sooner rather than later.’ Derek told him solemnly; he had heard plenty of stories about finding your mate and the close calls his mom had around his dad when she had put off telling him what she was.
‘You mean tell her I’m a werewolf?’ Scott asked numbly.
‘Yes.’ Derek didn’t bother to hide the impatience from his voice.
‘But—she’ll think I’m crazy, or she’ll be terrified of me.’ The younger wolf said in a panicked voice.
‘Scott, try to remember this girl was literally made for you, just like you were made for her. Even if she has trouble accepting it at first, she will come around because she’ll have just as much trouble being apart from you as you do being away from her.’ Derek told him gently; he could sense his genuine panic and so figured he could use the reassurance.
‘So I just… tell her.’ Scott nodded, almost trying to convince himself.
‘We can be there with you if you want?’ Stiles offered, clapping Scott on the back, ‘it will probably be better if we were, actually. To make sure you stay focused.’
‘He’s right.’ Derek agreed, ‘in the beginning a lot of your relationship will be physical, and that won’t really go away.’
‘Something tells me he’s not gonna complain about that.’ Stiles said dryly, holding his hands up in surrender when his best friend glared at him.
‘I’ll talk to her. After school.’ Scott said, his voice sounding stronger than he felt. But his mind was made up. He had to tell her, not just because they were mates, but because it looked like things in Beacon Hills were about to get freaky again and she needed to know what dangers were around. It was that protective urge in him that made his resolve settle.
If only the fear of how she would react would just disappear.
‘Bring her back to your house and we’ll meet you there?’ Stiles asked, slapping his best friend’s shoulder.
‘No. I’ll tell her by myself. This is going to be hard enough for her to believe without strangers being crowded around her.’ The younger wolf sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
‘You heard Derek, it’ll be fine.’ Stiles assured him.
‘I hope so.’ The golden-eyed wolf murmured, surprised at the ball of dread that was forming in his stomach in that moment.
Janelle was surprised at how quickly the school day passed by. She had a few more classes with Scott, and while he was close and intimate with her, she could tell there was something on his mind. Something was bothering him; she could almost feel the ball of dread in his gut as if it were her own. She was planning on asking him about it after school, provided he wanted to hang out after. The blonde was having a hard time reminding herself that she and Scott weren’t technically “official” and she needed to stop acting like they were, she didn’t want to be presumptuous.
Biology was the final class of the day, and Janelle had been lucky enough to get a seat next to Scott, making them lab partners for the rest of the year. She didn’t have a problem with that in the slightest. The lesson passed quickly for it was Janelle’s favourite subject and in between writing notes, she and Scott held hands underneath the table, her thumb rubbing back and forth comfortingly across his knuckles, trying to ease some of the tension she could practically see coming off him in waves. When the class was eventually dismissed, Janelle and Scott were the only two not to rush out of the room, they took their time packing away their things and the blonde patiently waited for him to speak; she could sense he wanted to say something.
‘Do you wanna come to my house? To study I mean, and I think we should talk too. About us.’ He murmured, taking her hand again as they both strolled from the class.
‘I’d like that. Could you give me a ride?’ she asked, butterflies forming in her stomach over the way he said “us”. Realistically she knew it could go two ways. Either he was going to tell her he liked her and he wanted to give them a real shot… or he was going to say that us hooking up at the party was just that—a hook up and nothing more. Janelle was hoping for the former.
‘Sure.’ He gave a cheeky grin that made her smile in return until she saw what he had led her to. A motorbike. She had never ridden on one of them before and he must have noticed the hesitancy in her expression because his hand came up to caress the side of her face.
‘You’ll be fine. I won’t let anything happen to you.’ He said gently, but the promise behind his words made her fear evaporate and she nodded, climbing on behind him after clipping her helmet in place. When she wrapped her arms and legs around him she found herself thinking that it was a form of transportation she could easily get used to.
The ride was quick and not at all scary, Janelle realised that as long as it was Scott she was with, she wouldn’t feel anything but safe and protected. It was a realisation that both comforted her and confused her. But she pushed those feelings to the backburner when she noticed how tense Scott had become while leading her into his house.
She didn’t know it, but he was terrified, and that in itself was baffling. Derek had told him that they were mates, which explained the instant attraction and attachment to the intoxicating blonde, but it was still incredible how scared he was of losing her after knowing her for less than a week.
‘Scott?’ Janelle’s voice bought him out of his inner turmoil and when she bought her hand up to caress the side of his face, he didn’t fight the urge to lean into her touch and sighed, feeling the stress leave him.
‘I’m sorry, I’m acting weird, there’s something I need to tell you about me. Something that might scare you and freak you out but I just want you to know that I would never hurt you and I care about you, Janelle.’ She was blown away by the emotion and sincerity in his chocolate brown orbs.
‘Nothing is going to scare me away, Scott.’ Janelle assured him, she couldn’t explain it but something inside of her told her that Scott was constant. He was always going to be there.
‘We should sit.’ He murmured, leading her to the living room and sitting her on the sofa, taking a seat on the coffee table in front of her.
He was quiet for a while, and the green-eyed girl was about to urge him to speak when he looked up and told her his secret. He told her everything. How he became a wolf, how they had stopped the Kanima, how his relationship with Allison had failed because she was a hunter and they were too different, how Lydia had acted strange after being bitten by Peter, how Derek was now the alpha, how he had created betas, how two of them were missing, how there was an alpha pack that they were pretty sure had Boyd and Erica, how Derek had told Scott this morning that he and her were mates. When he had gotten it all out he took a deep breath and held it, preparing himself for the inevitable reaction of her leaving and never wanting to speak to him again. But when she didn’t move, he glanced up and saw that she didn’t look scared and didn’t seem to think he was crazy. She looked overwhelmed and shocked, but the lack of fear encouraged Scott. He kept quiet, wanting her to speak when she was ready.
‘You’re a wolf and we’re mates?’ was the first thing she asked.
‘Yeah, I didn’t even know mates existed until Derek told me earlier. Stiles texted him about how odd I was acting around you and apparently he saw us together earlier at the school. He noticed that I’d marked you, and that you’d marked me. It’s something mates do to show others that they’re taken.’ Scott said, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
She went quiet again, not knowing what to say, mainly because she was surprised at her lack of upset. For some reason, when Scott had told her about them being mates, something inside of her settled as if she could relax now that she had found the one she was meant to be with. She bit her lip and glanced up when she heard Scott sigh, the sound was almost defeated and she felt guilty then when she realised how her silence must have looked to him. Janelle reached out, taking his hand in hers and offering him a comforting smile when his head snapped up to meet her gaze. Before he could say anything she leaned forward and bought her lips to his in a tender kiss. She needed him to know that this information hadn’t changed how she felt about him, if anything it had enhanced it. Now she didn’t feel stupid for having such strong feelings for him despite only knowing him for less than a week. She felt reassured over her own feelings and that he felt the same way as well. They were meant to be.
He pulled back from the kiss first, his eyes searching hers for something.
‘This doesn’t change how I feel about you, Scott. I was a little overwhelmed with everything but…’ she bit her lip, wondering if he would agree with how she felt, ‘knowing that we’re literally meant to be makes me feel less crazy for how deep my feelings for you are already.’
‘I know what you mean.’ He said gently, his thumb rubbing across her cheek comfortingly.
‘It’s a lot to process, but I feel settled at the same time.’ Her hands ran through his hair and when he leaned into her touch, her lips tilted into a smile.
‘Me too. I feel… complete.’ He admitted, winding his arms around her waist and lifting her so that she was now straddling his lap on the sofa. Neither could remember him moving to join her on the furniture, but they didn’t question it.
‘I couldn’t have said it any better myself.’ She bit her lip, her forehead resting against his for a moment before she captured his lips in a smouldering kiss that allowed them both to feel the infatuation, tenderness and love they both felt for each other.
In that moment, both felt completely settled and content with where their relationship stood. They were going to spend the rest of their lives together, and despite the dangers that were once again arising in Beacon Hills, the terror was minimalized by the fact that they knew they wouldn’t have to face anything alone.
I hope you enjoyed this one shot! I really needed a Scott McCall mate fan fiction in my life.
Hope you all had a nice Christmas, and that you have a great New Year!
-VampireGirl1797
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These feelings I got/Lucas’ season
Previous part / all parts together on ao3
And here’s the next part. Lucas seems be good at making friends. Enjoy guys. (I hate writing school scenes, especially because I am like influenced by 3 different school systems, but this isn’t as abad as I expected it to. be)
Monday 12:07
Lucas left the room of his history class, letting the huge book he just got slip into his backpack. His overall impression of the classes he had had so far wasn’t bad. The Belgian students were at the same topics as he had been in the Netherlands and even though the massive flemish accent of some of the teacher made it difficult to follow along, he was pretty optimistic about his grades here.
He went to his locker to get rid of his books. The woman in the office had given him a tiny introduction to the flemish school system in the morning, but Lucas had arrived pretty late, so she didn’t have enough time to explain him how the lockers worked and just handed him a quickly written post-it with the number of the locker, so now Lucas was standing in front of a wall of grey lockers, trying to figure out which one belonged to him. The little key in his hand was cold as he stepped toward a row of lockers. The row was numbered from 130 to 150 and a look on the post-it told him to get to locker 143, so he should find his locker here.
“Excuse me, but you are standing in front of my locker and I need to get something, could you..?”, he heard a voice next to him. “Oh, yeah, for sure. Sorry, I was just looking for my own locker,” said. The owner of the voice, a girl with red-blondish hair, a light grey turtleneck and a blue scarf was giving him a surprised look. “Are you new here? Sorry that I ask, your accent is just making me a bit curious and it’s the middle of the year, so it’s kinda unusual if someone doesn’t know where their locker is.” “Yes I am, I mean it’s kind of obvious, isn’t it?” “Well, then welcome here. Which number are you looking for? I am Britt by the way,” Lucas showed her the post-it and she pointed to a locker directly next just had opened. “I’m Lucas,” he said while putting the two books into the locker. “Wait, we are in the same math class I think. You are from the Netherlands, aren’t you? How come that you transferred school in the middle of the year?” “I lived in Utrecht. Let’s say there were a few family issues, so I needed to move and my dad didn’t want me to just live with a few friends, but I don’t really want talk about it.” “Well that’s okay. I guess today’s your first day here, isn’t it? If you want to, I can introduce you to a few friends mine so you areen’t completely lost here,” she answered. “That would actually be great, I don’t know, you Belgians are a bit weird and you guy seem so, I don’t know, reserved. I think having a wingman for making friends could be helpful,” Lucas said smiling and Britt gave a warm smile back.
Lucas spent his lunch break with Britt and a few of her friends, telling stories about his life in the Netherlands and getting anecdotes of Britts their life in return. Britts eyes were hanging non his lips while they were discussing which country had the better weed and Lucas noticed how she attempted to flirt with him. He was used to this, he had hooked up with so many girls, trying to prove himself that he wasn’t into Kes or boys in general, but none of them never made his heart beat as fast as some boys did. He had tried to make himself feel something for girls, he. Really did, but when he looked at girls, he could see that they were beautiful, but there was not more. During the train ride, he had promised himself that he wouldn’t hook up with girls here. He was just of hurting them and lying to himself and he wanted to use the opportunity to discover his feelings without being scared that his friends would judge him, since they weren’t here.
He was telling a story about the city trip they did last year, when a girl with short dark hair and a fringe cut joined the group. She was wearing a short red dress with a black jeans jacket, which looked really awesome and when she noticed Britts flirt attempts, she made pretty disappointed face, which Lucas noticed immediately. next to her, Lucas noticed a familiar brown jacket. The fcae of the boy looks a bit surprised, but then, he started smiling. “Wait, you are the boy from yesterday, aren’t you? Again, I am sorry, we din’t mean to like shock you or something,” she said. “You know Lucas?”, Britt asked surprised. “I didn’t know that his name was Lucas, I just know that Sander almost ran over him when I tried to teach him how to skate yesterday,” When Britt heard the name of the boy that Lucas guessed was the white-haired boy, she looked mad for a second, but then a slightly bitter grin appeared on her face.”Sander, skating? Why can’t I imagined that” “Honestly, it was kind of a bad idea,” the boy said.
The girl with the fringe looked at the boy: “Anyways Robbe, you didn’t come with me to talk about your boyfriend, did you?” “Well, you got a point. So I don’t know. If you heard it, but Jana is already leaving next Thursday and Zoë wanted to throw a surprise party for her on Friday and Jana would be happy if you are there I guess. She wanted one of us to ask you in person, because she wants to be sure that everyone is actually coming and she said that you should text if you are coming,” Robbe said. “Thanks for letting me know, I need to check with my parents, I was actually supposed to take care of my sister, but it’s Jana, so they will find an alternative,” Britt said. Then, the boy looked at Lucas again. “If you want to, I can show you a few of the skater spots here. Take it as an excuse for almost killing you yesterday,” Lucas couldn’t say no to that offer and Robbe and him exchanged their instagram accounts before Robbe left to meet up with his friends.
The girl with the fringe looked at Britt and they both bursted out in laughers. “I am Noor. And sorry, but that was just awkward,” she said with tears in the corners of her eyes. “I don’t quite understand what’s so funny” “ Oh believe me, sometimes I don’t this whole situation myself,” Britt laughter. “That guy is the boyfriend of my ex boyfriend and Noors ex at the same time and they are still good friends. Sometimes I really wish I had your self control Noor. How can you not want to kill him or Sander?”, Britt said. “But anyways, I was going to introduce you to him anyways, I think you would be a good extension to their friend group”,Noor pulled a face in the second the school bell rang and with joy, Lucas realised that he had dutch with Noor. He liked the girls and he was happy that he could imagine him being friends with them.He just needed to make clear that he wasn’t interested in Britt, especially since Noor didn’t seem to appreciate that little fact at all.
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Forget Me Not Chapter 28 ~Stags and Hens~
Claire looked in the mirror. No freaking way!
Geillis had lent her a dress that emphasised her burgeoning curves when she would have preferred something loose. Turning sideways, she glanced once more at her reflection. Although she had gained weight and had a slight tummy, she didn't look pregnant at all. Curvy, yes. She turned around to check out her behind and admired the snug fit over the swell of her arse. Even her breasts had filled out, and the dress fitted her front in all the right places.
Before her pregnancy, she had always been thin and lanky, and her height had only accentuated her leanness. And now, much to her pleasant surprise, her curves filled the dress quite nicely.
Her hands absentmindedly smoothed the dress down and bit her lip. What will Jamie think? Is the dress too daring?
She let out a big sigh and thought about changing, but she realised Geillis wouldn't allow it. She would probably march her right back into her bedroom and wait until she chose another outfit. Might as well embrace the look, she thought. After all, this was her hen night.
The printed black minidress barely skimmed the top of her knees, and the black suede knee-high boots boasted chunky heels making her even taller. The scooped neckline exposed an ample amount of cleavage, revealing plenty of creamy white skin. Completing the look, she donned on a leather jacket to give the whole outfit a less formal appearance.
She squinted at her face. Mascara darkened her lashes, the blush highlighted her cheekbones and the red lipstick brought out the paleness of her skin and the honey gold of her eyes. Usually tied up in a bun, she left her curls loose. Not bad, Beauchamp!
Claire was determined to enjoy her bachelorette night and put the incident with Geneva behind her. The episode of that fateful night had definitely scarred her for life. But not quite as much as what Isobel had to endure. Earlier, she had paid her a visit at the hospital. Horrified at the damage that was inflicted on her skin, Claire had almost cancelled her wedding to Jamie. However, she made a promise to Isobel.
"Don't let my sister win, Claire. If you cancel your wedding because of what happened to me, then you're helping Geneva achieve her goal by disrupting your life. She may be locked up in jail, but she can still hold power over you if you allow it. Go ahead with the wedding and don't allow what I tried to stop from happening to be in vain. Promise me, Claire."
And so Claire promised. If Isobel was brave enough to face what was coming ahead of her, then she too will dig deep and find that courage.
Loud voices caught her attention and brought her back to the present. Taking a deep breath, Claire grabbed her clutch and came out of her bedroom. Three pair of eyes settled on her as soon as she walked into the living space.
Geillis let out a high-pitched squeal and clapped. "Oh, Claire, that dress is perfect! Ye have some killer curves on ye. I knew it would suit ye. What do ye think, lads?"
Feeling conscious, Claire tugged the edge of her jacket. "Thank you. The material feels lovely, and I wasn't so sure if I could pull it off."
"Ach, ye dinna ken how to buy a dress in yer size. Ye always buy a size too big. It's yers now. That dress is more for a leggy person like ye."
Willie smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "Ye look fabulous, Claire. I hope ye girls have fun tonight."
"Thanks, Willie. And you too."
She waited for Jamie's response, but his face remained inscrutable. Holding her breath, she watched him approach and slid his hands underneath her jacket to pull her against him. Careful not to ruin her makeup, he gave a feather-light kiss on her cheek. "Ye look stunning, Sassenach," he whispered, for her ears only. "I feel like saying, zip up this jacket because yer tits are quite an eyeful. Instead, I'm going to be an understanding fiance, suck it up like a good man and wish ye a fun-filled hen party." And then he turned his head towards Geillis. "...and hopefully, not too rowdy. She's pregnant, mind?" he said in a louder voice.
She tried her best to suppress her amusement. Cupping Jamie's face with both hands, he turned his face towards her. "Well, Mr Fraser, I wish you a lovely evening too. I heard the lads in the kitchen arranged ...uhm, let say an interesting stag-do for you. Something that involves ... a dancer?"
Jamie groaned as he ran a hand through his hair. "I have no idea about a dancer, I swear. To be honest, I'd rather skip this part and have a quiet evening with ye ..."
"Oh no, ye don't," Geillis disagreed, seizing Claire's hand before Jamie could give her any ideas. "Ye have a lifetime ahead of ye to spend time together. I'm not lettin' ye take this away from me."
Willie laughed out loud. "Come on, Jamie. We best get going. The cab is waiting for us outside."
A loud beeping echoed down the street.
"That's our ride, princess," Geillis announced, tugging Claire's hand once more.
"Oh by the way, where are ye going?" Jamie called out to their retreating backs.
"None of yer business! This is Claire's evening and nae lads allowed. Ye have yer own evening to worry about. See ye later and don't wait up for us!"
As the girls stepped outside, a white stretched limousine was already in the driveway with a bunch of giggly, happy women waving through the tinted windows. On the other side of the street were two cabs waiting for Jamie and Willie.
A tingle of exhilaration shimmered down Claire's spine. Ignoring the howls and whistles from Jamie's friends in the other vehicles, they climbed into their limo. Scents of mingled perfume, alcohol and feminine excitement floated in the air. Jenny, Louise and three other friends from her college were dressed to impress, and they each had a plastic flute of champagne. Claire wished she could have a drink. Instead, she grabbed a bottle of water Geillis offered to her.
Drinks flowed, and gossips were exchanged as they were driven to their destination. After eating and partying at a Cabaret show, they piled back in the limo and hit a gay strip bar where they danced and partied some more. Although Claire couldn't join in the girls' drinking fest, she had a great time.
Their last stop was their village pub which was walking distance from their house. As they went in, they were quickly ushered to the backroom. The place was bursting to the seams, and the music blared loudly from the speakers. Claire's friends were already half-way drunk, and they were soon joined by more females from the hotel who just got off work to celebrate with them.
Geillis bumped into her, spilling some of her drink. "Are ye ready for the main event? Louise arranged it."
"I know it's a male stripper. I overheard the plan," Claire cringed. "I don't want a naked man pawing me. As my best friend and maid of honour, you need to step up and be my wingman."
"Wing woman ye mean," Geillis hiccuped, as she took a sip of her cocktail. "Mmmm, this is so good and extra fruity. So ye overheard the plan, aye?"
Claire motioned to the chair in the middle of the room. "Well, a pretend cop is supposed to come in and tell us off for being boisterous, and then drags me to that chair so he can writhe all over me. Not my idea of fun!"
"Sounds like a solid plan to me."
Claire glared, but the effect was lost when Geillis slurped her drink. "I need you to take the hit for me. When the stripper comes in, you take my place. Please!"
Another hiccup. "I don't look like ye though," Geillis pointed out.
"It doesn't matter. Everyone's drunk. No one will notice. The girls just want to see a naked body."
"Aye, about that. Ye invited all the female staff from the hotel. Of course, they'll want to see a naked body."
Claire grinned. "Well, they missed out on the fun because they had to work. So I guess the stripper is the next best thing. So, are you going to do it? Take my place?"
"Hell no! In as much as I would love to have a hot body gyrating in front of me, Louise will kill me if I took yer place. This is her gift for ye. I'm not going to be the one to spoil her pressie."
"Damn it! I wish I could drink to numb my brain. Fine! I'll do it, but it doesn't mean I have to enjoy it."
Geillis pressed a noisy kiss on her cheek. "Dinna fash, lass. It will be a bloody laugh. Oh, here, ye'll need a lot of these." Her friend stuffed a handful of pound notes into her fist.
"Yay, me. I finally get to stick money in a bloke's G-string. I can tick off an item from my bucket list," she muttered sarcastically.
Geillis gave her a sympathetic look. "This one is for ye. Have a drink," she said, handing her cocktail from a nearby bar table. "I ordered it. It's a Virgin Colada. I promised Jamie no alcohol will touch yer lips, but this is yummy."
Claire smiled and softened up as she took a sip from her non-alcoholic beverage. "Sorry for sounding ungrateful and being a grump about the stripper. You girls have pulled off a fabulous party for me, and I appreciate it."
Geillis quickly hugged her before raising her glass. "Ach, it's nae bother. What are friends for. Here's to friendship!"
"Friends forever!"
Their glasses clinked and tipped over, and a third of their drinks spilt on the floor. They looked at each other and burst into giggles before they heard a loud shriek coming from Louise.
"What!?! What do you mean the stripper isn't coming?"
..........
Jamie, Willie and their friends entered their local village pub. They have been bar-hopping in the neighbouring towns all evening, drinking, and playing pool and darts. Since they all lived nearby, they had decided to stop by for one last drink before heading home. The place was packed and loud as expected of a Bank Holiday weekend.
Although he had wanted a more subdued bachelor's party, it felt great to hang out with his brother and closest male acquaintances. The only time their party became rowdy was when Jamie was presented with a lap dancer at one of the bars. With phone cameras readily accessible and thinking of how it would look like in the social media, he waivered his right as the man of the hour to his friend, Rupert, who was only too happy to oblige. The last thing he needed was a picture of him in an uncompromising situation.
At the bar, Willie ordered a round of pints and shots for the stag party. Jamie was about to reach for his drink when screams ran through the pub, making everyone crane their necks to look at the commotion. The backroom, usually used for private parties, was lively. Music blared, and he caught a swarm of short skirts, swishing hair and loud revelry.
"Bloody hen party. They're all from yer hotel," the bartender explained as if reading his thoughts. "One of the lasses ordered a male stripper, but I just got a phone call from the lad saying he cannae make it. He came down with the flu or something. I just told one of them, and she wasn't too pleased. When they all hear about it, I'm dead meat. It's all paid for."
A grin tugged at Willie's lips as he looked at Jamie. "Ach, our hens are in there. I remember Geillis saying something about Louise ordering a stripper. Do ye think Claire will be disappointed?"
Before he could reply, a resounding slap hit him on the back. "Weel, Jamie lad, perhaps she'll be disappointed or maybe not. How about giving those lasses something to remember, aye?" Murtagh sallied. "Do a striptease for yer bride. It'll be a story worth telling yer future grandchildren one day."
"If ye're not up for it, I wouldn't mind doing it," Rupert interrupted, joining in the banter and shaking his hips.
Something wicked lit up in him. Inebriated and feeling bold, he playfully shoved his mate on the shoulder. "Aye, that'll be right! No fucking way are ye going anywhere near my Claire. I'm doing it."
Everyone in their party hooted and chanted his name.
"Get in there lad and claim yer bride!"
"Aw, c'mon, Fraser. In a couple of days, she's all yers. I just want to show the lass what she'll be missing once ye're both hitched," Rupert whined, feigning disappointment.
Jamie drained his beer and signalled for another round. "I got this pal. Go get yersel' yer own bride," he grinned, shrugging off his jacket.
"Hey, I have the lad's costume here at the back if ye're doing it. He's about yer size so ye'll have no trouble fitting in it. There's also a wig and a pair of aviator's glasses," the bartender offered, pointing his thumb over his shoulder.
Jamie nodded and made his way to the room behind the bar. It didn't take long before he was kitted into a snug-fitting, fake police uniform. Glancing at the small mirror, he was thrilled at how the black wig, cap and the aviator's glasses concealed his identity nicely. It was a good thing he had shaved off his beard as it would have ruined his disguise. Satisfied, he went back to his friends and was greeted with howls of laughter and cheers. After drinking a couple of shots of whisky, the stag party, led by Jamie, made their way to the back room.
Jamie reached the door, and a petite brunette stumbled out on teetering heels and ran into his chest. He caught her on time. She was one of the staff from the restaurant in their hotel. Her blue eyes sparkled and widened at the sight of him, but there was no trace of recognition. "Ladies!" she screeched as a round of giggles floated past. "Get the music ready!"
Someone grabbed his hand and led him into the room.
He frowned, alcohol dulling his brain for a moment. Then he remembered why he was there. He looked around and found himself in a snake pit. His brother and friends had disappeared into the dark corners, and he was surrounded by women.
There were lots and lots of women, and most of them he knew, but no one recognised him, most probably because of their intoxicated state. They stared at him like he was a feast served on a silver platter. The group started to scream and stamp their heels on the floor.
"He's here!" Louise yelled. "Get ready for an arrest, ladies!"
A lone chair stood in the centre of the circle under the bright light. Suddenly, Joe Cocker's You Can Leave Your Hat On blared through the speakers. Aaah, shite, what have I gotten myself into?
"Take it off, lad!"
"I'm breaking the law, darling, come on over here!"
Louise giggled and crooked her finger. "I've been awfully bad, officer. And I'm concealing a deadly weapon. Come frisk me!" He nearly ran out of the room when she began to jiggle her breasts at him.
He was drunk, and the women were even more so. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Jamie was about to turn around and end the charade when Geillis shook her head in annoyance and yanked his arm. She seemed irritated by his inaction. Obviously, she too was too drunk to recognise him.
"Listen, pal. My mates and I paid good money for ye," she whispered venomously. "Ye look good enough to eat but don't just stand there. Give us a show. We won't bite."
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! "Listen, this is a mistake," Jamie started.
Geillis rolled her eyes. "Ach, for crying out loud. Just take yer shirt off, dance a bit and arrest someone. I promise I'll tip ye extra. Oh, curly tops Claire is the bride, she is hiding over there." She pointed her finger at her friend, squashed between two other girls with a scared look at her face. Aah, Sassenach!
"She doesn't look interested," he said. "Maybe getting her a stripper wasn't such a bright idea, huh?"
Geillis glowered at him. "For fuck sake, I'm sorry if ye're suddenly shy and want to retreat, but ye're here now. Just take some clothes off, shimmy yer hips and make the lassies happy. Deal?" He was about to open his mouth to tell her there won't be any clothes taken off, but she clapped her hands. "Alright, ladies, our hot copper is ready. Claire, get yer arse on the chair."
The group screamed and whistled and stamped their feet. Pound notes waved madly in the air. Women danced provocatively to the beat, waiting for him to start stripping.
He turned his attention to Claire and watched her walk to the centre. She weaved her way through screaming women, and instead of sitting on the chair, she positioned herself right in front of him. He wondered if she would see through his disguise since she was the only sober person in the room.
Without the leather jacket, her dress clung to her curves like a second skin, and her front showed far too much cleavage. As enticing as she looked, Jamie was glad the stripper didn't come and that his friends were in the far end of the room. With her long legs clad in knee-high boots, her hair all loose, and pouty lips painted red, his future wife looked sexy as hell. She was all tits, legs and curves.
Ignoring the noise and urging of the crowd, he stared helplessly at her, completely intoxicated, besotted and aroused all at the same time.
Her teeth pulled at her lower lip, and she frowned. "Jamie?"
He let out a sigh of relief. "Sssh, the lassies don't know it's me. I was told at the bar the stripper couldn't come, so I took his place. I ken it's a stupid drunken idea..."
A giggle escaped her lips. "Louise hired a cop stripper. I begged Geillis to take my place, but she wouldn't have any of it." Her head tipped up and down to look at him. "I'm glad now she didn't take my place. That uniform looks incredibly hot on you, and I'm afraid you do look like a stripper."
He moved closer. "You think?"
"Yes."
The women roared their frustration, chanting for him to strip.
"What should I do?"
"I can see you brought the stag party with you. Why not give them a show," Claire replied, looking over his shoulder.
Surprised at her bold request, he grinned. "Be careful what you wish for, Sassenach," he warned in a low voice.
Claire took a step forward to nip at his earlobe, her breath rushing in his ear. "So I've been told often enough." Pulling away, she arched an eyebrow and smiled at him. "Well? Are you putting on a show for the bride-to-be? Or are you chickening out?"
He didn't know if it was the alcohol or her teasing that pushed him. Without warning, he tossed her over his shoulder and deposited her right on the chair, making her squeal.
The women screamed in delight and the men at the back wolf-whistled. The music rolled out its slow rhythm, but he refused to dance. Instead, his fingers paused at the top of his shirt, stroking slow. As the screams of the crowd got louder, he flicked the button open, making Claire's eyes widened in shock, her lips forming an O shape.
He repeated the motion with the second button, and pound notes started flying through the air and chants of "take it off" vibrated the room. He took no notice of the frenzy and focused intently only on her.
He watched her gaze follow the motions of his hand, her cheeks flushing profusely and her mouth opening and closing as if wanting to say something, but no words came out. "Do ye want me to continue, Sassenach?"
Even with the deafening noise, she heard him clearly. "Yes," she nodded, looking like she was in a trance.
With slow, deliberate motions, he finished unbuttoning his shirt and slowly parted the material.
The crowd went wild.
The fact Claire's friends didn't recognise him, emboldened him further. He leaned down and braced his hands on both sides of her chair. "They want more," he said. "Do ye want more?"
She stared into his eyes before answering. "Yes."
Reaching over to pull her to her feet, he grabbed her hands and pressed them to his chest. "Do it for me then, Sassenach."
In his periphery, he saw Laoghaire taking photos. What is she doing here? This was a private party. Then he realised she thought he was just a hired stripper.
Refocusing on Claire, he felt her hands stroke his abdomen. Her name was chanted in unison, commanding her to take it all off for him. Her fingers traced the edge of his belt buckle, and then she paused. Their gazes locked. "No." Her voice broke. He caught a glimpse of raw possessiveness in her eyes. "I don't want anyone else to see you."
He muttered a vicious curse. "Good because I've had enough of this. I just want to take ye home."
"What are you waiting for? Take me home then, Jamie."
He quickly refastened the buttons on his shirt as loud boos filled the air. Beyond caring, he gathered Claire in his arms and kissed her thoroughly, and when she twined her arms around his neck and kissed him back, he heard the loud gasps of her friends' shock and whistles from the stag group. And more picture snaps from Laoghaire.
"Claire!" Geillis shouted in disbelief. She tried to stop Laoghaire from taking more photos, thinking her friend was kissing a stranger. But Claire wasn't listening.
"Home it is then. Hang on tight, Sassenach, we'll make this an exit they'll never forget," he said against her lips. When she nodded, he lifted her up, and she held on burrowing her face against his neck.
"Hey, stop! Ye cannae take the bride. Ye're supposed to strip and not haul her like a caveman."
"Too bad. I'm stealing the bride!" Jamie yelled as he fought his way through a crowd of tipsy and bewildered women.
"Stop him!" someone shouted.
He was about to reach for the door when Jenny jumped and blocked their exit. Her cheeks were red and flushed, and her eyes had a determined look. She waved an empty bottle of wine in the air in a threatening manner. "Listen, ye moron. Ye put my sister-in-law down slowly and carefully, and no one will get hurt," she cautioned, in a slurred voice.
"Jenny!" Claire blurted.
"It's alright Claire bear, I got this," Jenny said, swinging her weapon at Jamie. She took a step forward, stopped and blinked. "Huh? Jamie?"
"Aye, it's me," Jamie hissed impatiently. "Can't ye recognise yer own flesh and blood?"
"What the hell!?! It's that bloody wig and those ridiculous glasses! What are ye doing here?"
"Out of the way, we're going," Jamie muttered. He made a move to go past Jenny, but Laoghaire blocked their path and took another picture of them.
"Wait till Jamie sees what ye've been up to," Laoghaire sneered at Claire, waving her phone in one hand.
Jamie was slowly losing patience. He gently put Claire down and confronted the blond girl. "Aye, I ken fine what Claire's been up to," he snapped, wrenching the aviators and plucking the cap and wig from his head and throwing them on the floor. "And ye shouldn't be here. This is a private party, and I don't think ye're invited. Now leave and do something good in yer life for once."
He felt Claire tugging his arm, but he waited until an embarrassed and speechless Laoghaire was led out of the room by one of his friends, not trusting her to turn his back. When she was finally gone, the whole place erupted in cheers and whistles.
"Jesus, Jamie, all these crazy girls coming out of the woodwork. Do you think we'll ever make it to our wedding without another girl popping up to tear us apart?" Claire asked in exasperation.
Annoyance surged, but he quickly tamped it down. It wasn't his fault, and neither was it Claire's. If he had his way, they would have been married weeks ago and skipped all the frippery that entailed the wedding. He closed the distance between them and pulled her against him. "I know, Sassenach and I'm so sorry. Sometimes grief is a price we pay for love. In the end, we're both stronger because of it."
"I know. And I'm sorry too. I don't have doubts about us. I just don't like people getting hurt." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. "Shall we go? I would like a continuation of that striptease," she teased, trying to lighten the moment.
Her suggestion made his stomach clench. "Now we're talking," he said in a low voice, a half-smirk tugging at his lips.
Willie slapped him on the back. "Get a room both of ye! Go now, before the mob forces ye to stay," he joked, pulling a tipsy Geillis to his side.
"Aye, go and sorry ...but not sorry for forcing ye to strip," Geillis winked. "Now that everyone knows that it's you, they're even more disappointed that the show is over."
Rupert joined in, followed by a waiter with a tray of drinks. "I hope the party is not over. I just ordered drinks for everyone."
Jamie jerked his thumb towards the group of girls. "I warmed them up. They're all yers now. Claire and I are going." He touched Claire's belly and grinned. "Ye lot are too rowdy for the baby. See ye when I see ye."
Without a backward glance, he led Claire out of the pub, and they walked home hand in hand. Once in the house, they had a little party of their own.
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A Friend from Another Life
Someone else is here.
She shot up, pulling out her wingman and glancing down the stairs, getting low to the ground- small and undetectable.
They know you- they knew you.
A chill shot up her spine, and her hand flew to her radio, only to find it blocked out by static. Of course, she thought. Glancing out a gap though the wall, she saw nothing. She jumped at a bug which flew by, before retreating back into the building- either out of preparation or pure fear.
[based off a convseration on discord, then started at 2am last night soo lmao]
Also on AO3!
Sent on a scouting mission for Loba, she held a hand on her Wingman and an ear out for, well, herself.
“It's familiar, here.” She thought. “What's the deal?” Her quiet question echoed in her mind, no whispers from the void answering her question, suspiciously. “Fine, be like that.” The swamps of King's Canyon were peaceful at night, all the flyers asleep and bugs chittering about. It's peaceful- yet Wraith felt anything but. She stepped up through the ruined houses, water dripping through the floorboards above and pooling below the house. She grinned as she remembered downing Elliott here, both of them away from their squads to loot. She brushed the spot where he lay before returning to the dropship, and a crackle of electricity shot through her.
Someone else is here.
She shot up, pulling out her wingman and glancing down the stairs, getting low to the ground- small and undetectable.
They know you- they knew you.
A chill shot up her spine, and her hand flew to her radio, only to find it blocked out by static. Of course , she thought. Glancing out a gap though the wall, she saw nothing. She jumped at a bug which flew by, before retreating back into the building- either out of preparation or pure fear.
She took a breathe, clutching her gun in one hand firmly and preparing to void run out if she found herself outnumbered.
"Okay. Best case scenario, no one's here. Worst…" Her thoughts trailed off, not knowing the worst case. The entire IMC-Hammond army? Shadow Revenant? "Breathe, Wraith. Focus."
She took a hesitant step, moving down the stairs. The woman pointed her pistol at the door, then the other. She repeated this until she gently pushed the door open and quickly phased out of instinct. A strange, metallic glint below the water caught her eye, and she returned to reality and clicked on her radio.
"Hey, Loba, I found something. I'll get back to you in a sec." She said, quiet and calm, though she was painfully aware of every sound.
You were close, back then.
Wraith stopped, shook her head and set up the scanner Crypto had given her with. The voices did this occasionally, played with her. Of course, the fighter had grown used to the occasional tease or quip from some other her. But this… this felt cruel, if they were joking.
Wraith, once more, got low to the ground and reached for a weapon, this time her Kunai, knowing she'd give herself enough time to get away if she takes one person out with it.
Beep!
She quickly moved over to the scanner, and she dropped the screen as soon as she saw the results.
There was a titan under there.
A Ronin to be specific- IMC, but clearly abandoned. She turned the scanner onto the drill setting as Crypto told her to- and she dug down deep enough for the Titan to boot itself.
"If this titan attacks me and there's not even a grenade around here, I'm fucked." Wraith though, hands both of her on weapons."Wraith, any progress?" Loba's voice pierced the silence, but Wraith clicked off her radio-link and dropped it, as she heard the Titan make the first signs of being online.
"Ro… Ronin Unit... VW-9767… online." He said, his chrome paint obviously chipped away from ages of neglect.
Wraith stood silent for a moment, waiting for any movement. Upon realising that it was unable to move she stepped forwards.
"VW, um," She paused again, really not knowing what to say. "How long have you been here?"
"Records show I have been stationary for the last… 1,857 days. 5 years, a month and two days. I have remained in a state of standby until my pilot's return." The Titan relayed back, and Wraith sighed.
"Who… who is your pilot?" She asked, and it was unlikely she'd get back someone she knew, right?
"My pilot is… Senior Research Pilot Renee Blasey." They said, unleashing a storm of whispers from the void.
He knew you.
You were close.
He's low on power.
You left him here.
He's not a threat.
"You… knew me? I was your pilot?" She asked, hesitantly. The Titan said nothing for a moment.
"After running a scan on your vocal pattern, I can confirm that you are, indeed, my pilot." The titan shifted slightly, its arm trying to move out of the ground, to no avail. Wraith muttered a 'don't move' before moving to drill out the Ronin. "If I may ask, where have you been, pilot?" Wraith said nothing in reply, not sure how to say that she woke up in an IMC mental institution, was experimented on and then broke out and joined a bloodsport commissioned by Kuben Blisk himself. That's not so easy to explain.
"I've, uh, I lost my memories a while back." She said lowly, even a little guiltily. "I'm sorry, VW. If I knew…"
"I understand, pilot. Please, do not feel guilty on my behalf." VW replied, matching his pilot's low tone. "While you were gone, I was in a state of low power- much like sleep- but unfortunately, I am still in need of an extra battery."
"Alright." She replied, stepping back and letting VW move out of the hole. Clunkily and slowly, the Ronin pulled himself out the hole and moved all his joints as to get rid of all the dirt which clogged them up. “Do you know where to get a battery, VW?”
“Scanning the environment…” He paused, his sensors analysing the local surroundings. “There are none nearby. However, there seems to be a dropship incoming shortly to the west of here.” Wraith’s eyes shot up- before dashing over to the radio unit she dropped on the floor.
“-raith?! Come in, Wraith!” Loba’s voice echoed down the radio unit, clearly anxious.
“I’m here.” She cooly replied, placing the radio unit in her ear. She hears a sigh of relief and a quiet “oh mon dieu” from Natalie, who assumedly rushed over to help find her. “Did you send a dropship out?”“We did, but I’ve only just left. You okay?” Bangalore’s voice met her, sounds of a ship in the background.
“Shit.” The smaller woman cursed, panicking. Someone else was after the titan- or her. “I’ll call you back.”
“Wai-” She cut off the radio, before pocketing it and glancing back at VW.
“You have enough battery in case we need to fight?” She asked her titan, who replied,
“Yes, though I don’t have too long before my last battery runs out.” She nodded stepping toward him. “Your helmet is in my cockpit.” He said before opening up, allowing Wraith to swing in and see the helmet. It was dark purple and had a small yellow triangle on it. She paused, realising it was the helmet the other Wraith was wearing when she was in the IMC headquarters. “Something wrong?”
She smiled slightly. “No, not at all.” She slipped it on and sat in the seat, allowing VW to autopilot. She watched the HUD appear on the screen in front of her. Three statements appeared in red before disappearing again.
Protocol 1: Link to Pilot
Protocol 2: Uphold the Mission
Protocol 3: Protect the Pilot
“When was the last time you were in a titan, pilot?” VW asked, starting to move. Each step was slow and calculated- though there was improvement until VW got into his usual stride.
“I haven’t.” She replied, adjusting to the movement.
“Okay, our neural link will be suboptimal for a few days, but as long as you keep that helmet on, your link to me will calibrate and improve.” She nodded, feeling the link’s slight influence on VW’s movement. The dropship could be heard nearby but Wraith felt confident in her titan’s abilities. “So, tell me, pilot, is the IMC still a thing?”
“Well,” She thought for a moment, memories rushing back to here and fleeting just as quick. “It’s, uh, complicated? I don’t work for them, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I see.” The titan was quiet, for a moment Wraith was scared the titan was about to turn on her before something appeared again.
Protocol 2: Uphold the Mission - Unclear..?
“Wraith, report!” Bangalore ordered, her radio crackling to life. VW scanned the radio briefly, before,
“I have linked your radio to your helmet, pilot.”
“Holy SHIT, IS THAT A TITAN?!” Bangalore shouted, dropship looming above.
“It’s a long story, Bangs. I’ll explain at Elliott’s.” She replied, seeing a dropship hovering over the Hydro Dam. “Where are you?”
“Over the ARES Capacitor, why?”
You’re being looked at.“Fuck. VW, cut through those trees-” She ordered, her link too weak to take full control. She looked back, and she saw that they were attracting attention. “-go, NOW!” He picked up the pace, wobbling slightly but following his orders instantly. Wraith felt a calming feeling and assumed it was VW’s response to her nerves. Picking up the pace, he neared the Capacitor, and Bangalore waved them over, surprise evident on her face.“Wraith, I hate to tell you this, but there is no fucking way that Ronin is getting on here.” Bangalore stated, and Wraith hummed in the affirmative.“Pilot, if I may suggest something?” VW asked.“Sure, go on.” “If you eject my AI core, then you may upload me into a newer titan later on.” Wraith hummed, considering it for a moment before going.“Yeah, that sounds like a plan.” She stood slightly, allowing VW to let her out before she stood in front of him, allowing him to kneel down.“And Pilot?”“Yeah?”“Thank you for finding me. I… I missed you.”Wraith smiled and placed a hand on his eye. Gently, she felt it push against her hand and she pulled it out, along with the SERE Kit. Bangalore gave a low wolf whistle as Wraith pulled off her helmet, and took the SERE Kit from her.“Haven’t seen one’ a these for a long time. FNG’s would always try an’ steal from the titans.” The soldier said, pulling out the smart pistol briefly, and putting it back in. “So, how long were you gonna hide you were a pilot?”“I didn’t know, Bang. Apparently, I was a ‘Senior Research Pilot’, which explains a few things, I guess.” Bangalore nodded, having too much respect for Wraith to push any further. “Well, let’s get you back, and then we’ll figure out how to get you a chassis.”Wraith nodded, before taking one look at her old titan and her helmet before stepping onto the dropship.
#apex#Apex Legends#Wraith#renee blasey#bangalore#anita williams#loba#loba andrade#titanfall 2#ronin tf2#my writing
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stupid cupid | part 1
part 2 | part 3 | part 4
college!au / bang chan x fem!reader
Summary: bang chan is always complaining about being single since birth, so best friend reader decides to play cupid and sets him up. big mistake.
Genre: angst-y?? with some fluff later on idk you decide (a Lot of slow burn so idk how many parts this multi-shot will have lmao)
Warnings: none
college life, to summarise, was hectic.
multiple deadlines for multiple classes; pages upon pages of assignments and essays that needed to be done; hour long lectures almost every single day, and on top of all of that, a part-time job as a book clerk at the library that needed to be held down in order to help pay for your apartment rent.
needless to say, your days were filled with so much to do encapsulated in such little time.
thankfully, you were not alone.
you had your best friend Chan to hold you down through it all even though he had just as much struggles as you did
you had met him right before you started college on a website while looking for housemates in order to afford rent (you were drowning in student loans and so was he, so to you it was a match made in heaven)
to say your parents were reluctant to let you live with a male was an understatement- but after meeting him and realizing that he was a total sweetheart that couldn’t hurt a fly and that there was no other option, off you went.
you two were very similar in many ways; for one, you both shared a deep love for movies and films and star wars, which is why you both made a childish pinky promise to always have movie nights on wednesday evenings and the tradition hasn’t been broken since
another thing you also shared in common was the fact that you both were completely, utterly, stupidly and perfectly single.
he, since birth, and you since the 11th grade when your first love became your fist ( and, thus, worst) heartbreak
bonding over these things and the fact that you both were endlessly passionate about reaching your goals allowed you both to develop a deep and meaningful friendship, enough to make you both realise that you were each others’ best friends
whenever he’d stay up and pull all-nighters to get his work done, you were always next to him on the dining table doing the same even though you didn’t need to, but wanted to keep him company just so that he didn’t feel alone.
and whenever you had mental breakdowns during exam season, he was always there with ice cream and flash cards in hand to help you get through it all
needless to say, even though the first two years of college were anything but a breeze, chan always made you feel okay.
so now there you two were, third year college students on your run-down, second-hand couch, watching re-runs of the big bang theory and catching up on how the week was so far.
“it makes me feel so lonely watching minho and his girl act all cutesy in class, i feel like the ultimate third wheel.” chan whined next to you on the couch and you rolled your eyes
“you’ve been complaining for so long about how you feel oh so lonely, why don’t you just find someone then? there are enough people all over campus pining over you anyway.” you said, scoffing at the brunette.
chan had been complaining for so long about how he felt like a deprived lovebug and how he was an utter virgin in everything that had to do with love, and you were getting annoyed with how often he complained
“but that’s the thing- i don’t even know where to start! how do you even approach people? how do you even know whether that person is a nice person? god, they should teach us ‘finding a life partner 101′ instead of the laws of thermodynamics, it’d be way more useful.” he rambled on
“you’re so whiny channie. you know what? let me help you. i can set you up on a blind date with someone who i think you’d like so that the filtering process would be shortened- how does that sound?” you turned to look at him, propping your elbow onto the couch headboard and rested your head into the palm of your hand
suggesting this was your first mistake.
he looked at you quizzically, his thick eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinty
“you would do that? for me?”
“if it gets you to shut up then of course.” you grinned sarcastically and giggled, with him rolling his eyes at you
“oh haha,” he said and stuck his tongue out “forget i even said anything.” he huffed and got all pouty and exaggerated by crossing his arms and looking away from you. you could only laugh at his feigned hurtful expressions
“i’m kidding! you know i’m just joking- oh stop pouting you big baby.” you said, grabbing ahold of his bicep to get his to turn and look at you
his very muscular bicep
“i’m being serious okay! i want to set you up with someone so that my poor channie stops feeling so lonely all the time.” you mimicked his pout and patted his head
“alright, fine. i’m trusting you with this. if i get dumped i’m blaming you.”
“deal.”
you didn’t have to blink twice to agree to this whole ordeal or even to suggest it; you and chan were just friends- best friends at that, and everything between you both was completely platonic
or so you thought.
so there you were, in your literature lecture, spying on the one girl you thought would be the perfect fit to chan’s empty heart.
so far you knew that her name was Hana, that she was a screenplay major (and so, obviously, knew a good lot about film), that she was recently single and ready to mingle (according to people around campus), and that she looked absolutely gorgeous
jackpot
being your outgoing self, you immediately approached her all wide-eyed and hopeful.
“hi, you don’t know me but would you mind going on a blind date with my friend?” you quipped innocently
she looked completely shocked and dumbfounded
afterall, the only thing she knew about you was that you shared literature class together- and that’s about it.
reader you complete weirdo
“uhm, may i ask what your name is?” she said, looking bashful and flustered
“i’m y/n. and don’t worry, chan isn’t a complete weirdo- shit did i just say his name?? fuck i just took out the point of a blind date.” you mentally slapped yourself for being this much of a dumbass, but to your surprise, hana’s eyes flickered with interest.
“do you mean bang chan? as in cute-boy-in-the-physics-department bang chan?”
“uh yeah i think so? cute boy? since when was channie known as cute bo-”
“i’m definitely in! i’m sorry for sounding so overly-enthusiastic, it’s just chan’s been quite popular these days, and i’m just a little excited.” she said bashfully
“don’t be sorry! just give me your number and i’ll text you the details soon!”
to say that chan was excited when you told him would be an understatement
“you’re going to love her, channie! god, i’m such a good wingman, you should pay me for setting you up this good.” you said, smirking, feeling proud of yourself
“don’t get too cocky just yet. but oh my god, i can’t wait to meet her!” he said grinning, completely over the moon, and your smile matched his.
wednesday evening rolled around, the day of their blind date, and you couldn’t have been more excited for him. you had arranged for them to meet at a cute little trendy café downtown- perfect for a first date- where they could just talk and get to know each other.
you honestly felt like a proud mom sending off her son to get married, and the happiness you felt for him was genuine- no if’s, and’s or but’s.
“do i look okay?” chan said, coming out of his room dressed in black jeans with rips in the knees, a black muscle tank top and his white denim jacket. he wore an expression of nervousness- a very cute one, at that- and you couldn’t help but let your gaze linger a little longer than normal with a little more affection than you’d like to admit.
“you- you look great channie!” you said, stuttering at first as you were taken aback by just how attractive he looked
you always knew your best friend was handsome- but something about the way his ruffled hair settled on his head and how his lips were flushed a deep red from biting them out of nervousness made your heart skip a beat
but of course, you ignored it.
this was the second mistake.
he was attractive, and that was that.
“you really think so?” he smiled bashfully, ears going red when he saw how your eyes gleamed after seeing him. it made him feel fluttery and giddy to have you compliment him.
“you look really handsome, channie- i mean it.” you said again, a soft smile dancing on your lips and he looked down and scratched the nape of his neck, suddenly feeling embarrassed by all the attention you were giving him.
“you should wear that really nice perfume you own!” you said giddily
“already am! i know it’s your favorite scent- i just hope she likes it too.”
after a few more minutes of chan’s nervous questions and you telling him to calm down, he was off.
he didn’t know what Hana looked like- all you told him was that she would be sitting alone next to the window in a pink top.
so when he laid eyes on the girl you described, he had to do a double take to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
she was a sight to see, that was for sure.
before he entered, he sent a text to you
to stardust: u didnt tell me you were setting me up w a fukn model
from stardust: oopsies (✿◠‿◠)
he chuckled and rolled his eyes before entering the café and making his way over to her.
he introduced himself, as did she, and the night played on.
meanwhile, on the other side of town, there you were on the dining table, finishing up your last analytical essay on whatever the heck you had to analyse for your creative writing class
it was ten pm now, and you groggily made your way onto your sofa with your fluffy throw blanket wrapped around you like a burrito
you flicked through the channels on the tv, being unable to find anything remotely interesting, until you realised something
it was wednesday.
movie night day.
and you were alone.
you felt a pang in your chest at that realisation. after 2 years of almost always spending wednesday nights with chan by your side, you suddenly grew increasingly aware of how lonely you were. by now you two would be cramped on the couch, debating over whether or not to put on a new movie or series or to re-watch some of your all-time favorites.
but there you were, staring into space, alone and cold on your couch, chan no longer beside you.
you immediately buried those thoughts away
‘he’s happy and having a good time, and i’m so happy for him- he’s my best friend.’ you thought to yourself
your phone dinged, interrupting your train of thought
from solo: this is going too well, im buying u sushi next week to thank u
you let out a breathy laugh at that
to solo: hehe glad to hear that
from solo: gosh i love you
your breath hitched in your throat when you read that message. it made your heart suddenly pick up speed and made your tummy feel weird. he’s never said that before, you thought to yourself, your mind malfunctioning. you blinked yourself back into reality.
to solo: i know.
with that, you shut off your phone.
you had to remind yourself why he said it.
he was being thankful, nothing more. that’s all there is to it.
i’m his best friend, nothing more. that’s all there is to it.
you had to shake of the stinging feeling in your chest and chose to distract yourself by watching the nature documentary that was playing on tv, even though it bored you out of your mind and caused you to just stare at it blankly for the rest of the night.
soon enough you fell asleep on the couch, alone and cold, with the tv playing a show you didn’t like on a channel you didn’t watch with a dull pain brewing in the middle of your chest that you chose to actively ignore.
and that was the third mistake.
i’ll just end it here for part one. please reblog and like so i know you want this multi-shot to continue! also all my star wars babies- peep those references heheheheheheh
#stray kids imagine#stray kids bang chan#stray kids scenario#stray kids drabble#stray kids bang chan imagine#stray kids chan imagine#stray kids au#stray kids multishot#stray kids bang chan au#stray kids angst#stray kids fluff#stray kids bang chan angst#stray kids bang chan fluff#stray kids#skz#skz bang chan#stray kids bang chan multishot#foolishlovebugbaby#bang chan x reader#stray kids bang chan x reader#stray kids chan x reader
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